#a lov things comes out tomorrow

[plush-rabbit]

The Dateables Seeing You In Bed

Sometimes I think my friends don’t like me lmao -

You send them a simple message. Just one sentence. A simple plea, asking if they can come to your room and in a few minutes, you hear knocking at your door. The knob turns and they take a quick step inside, closing the door behind them and shutting out the rest of the world. Just as they’re about to ask what you needed- or what you wanted- they see the sad look on your face and make their way to you. 

Barbatos:

It isn’t rare for you to message him throughout the day. You’ve expressed that you might be overwhelming him with your constant messages, but he snuffs out those worries each and every time they approach. Barbatos likes knowing that you want to talk to him, and when you send voice notes, he can just listen to you in the background, listen to your ramble on and talk about whatever comes to mind. Everyday, he looks forward to your messages, checking his phone and seeing your name pop up in his notifications. However, when you don’t message him, he starts to worry. Of course, you could have just been busy- living in the House of Lamentation, can take up much of your time due the brothers’ shenanigans. But then you message him, and you ask him to come over and there’s no emoticon, no follow up message, there’s nothing, it’s just a simple plea. Even without a pact, he feels compelled to listen to you, his legs already moving and abandoning the cleaning of one of the many rooms. He calls out to the prince, telling him that it’s urgent and there’s this pit in his stomach.

He knows that something is wrong when he enters the house and no noise greets him. As much as he can roll his eyes at the tomfoolery that happens in the house, it’s a nice change of pace, it’s fun and lively. It’s everything that the brothers brought with them in their descent. But now, it’s silent, and he knows that you’re in your room, and that something is wrong. He reaches the door, and it’s so foreboding, there’s a pit in his that whatever is wrong, is something that can’t be fixed- at least, not now. His knuckles rap against the wood, a hollow sound echoes in his ears. One second passes and he feels something lodged in his throat. Two seconds, and you still haven’t answered. Three seconds, and your voice is muffled by the wood, telling him to come in. The knob twists in his hands, and the metal knob chills his gloved hand. 

The door closes behind him in a soft click, and the rest of the world is shut out. It’s so quiet in your room. When he speaks to ask if you’re okay, it feels criminal to break such a silence, like he’s ruining the safety of your room. He turns to see you, and finds you in the bed, curled in a blanket, the fabric twisted in your hands and pulled to your chest. You look so sad, and he rushes to you, dropping to his knees to look you in the eye. Your eyes quickly avert from him in something that he can’t decipher. Shame? Sadness? A mixture of guilt and loneliness? He pulls his gloves off and lays them on the floor beside him. Your eyes close when his hand cups your cheek, his thumb soothing an arch against your cheek. The blanket clenched in your hand relaxes, and he doesn’t speak when your mouth pulls into a thin line and you can’t look at him. For a moment, he worries that he had done something wrong- that perhaps he forgot an important date, that something, whatever it was or is, is causing you so much grief. But the way that you look so alone, and exhausted- he knows that it isn’t him. You’re the one who called him, you’re allowing him to keep his hands on you- you’re in need of his comfort, and he knows enough that that is all that you need at the moment. 

It’s not rare for him to remain quiet, but in this situation where you can’t look at him and can’t bring yourself to talk, he is unsure what to do. He can’t speak, his words having lodged themselves in his throat, suffocating him and rendering him into nothing more than a demon kneeled before you. You open your eyes slowly, and they’re shining with dew, and he’s before you, the hand on your cheek curving to your bicep covered by the blanket. You worry your bottom lip between your teeth, and you shift your eyes, and part your mouth, closing it without a word. He asks you if you need anything- if there’s anything that you want. You let the fabric fall and and your hands reach out, fingers curved and pulling back into a loose fist as if that action were too rash, too selfish and forward. He nods, and raises himself to kiss at your temple.

As he moves, the bed creaks under his weight, and he’s careful to not disturb you, careful to leave the blanket as it is. He lies beside you, and despite being clothed in his uniform, he pushes any thought of being uncomfortable away, hands curving around you, pulling your back close to his chest. With his hand on your chest, your heart beats against his palm, like a bird trying to free itself from a cage. In the next moment, he can hear your soft cries- the way that you take in shuddering breaths, the whimpers and whines that escape through closed lips; and he holds you tighter, kissing the back of your head and mumbling comforting words when a sob is louder than the rest. It’s clear that you don’t want to talk about whatever is making you feel upset, but you also don’t want to be alone. He won’t leave you alone. You could refuse to talk and only weep, and he would still be here, his duties forgotten as you lay beside him. Your nail scratches along the side of his index finger, and with wet lips, you kiss where you've scratched, mumbling a soft apology as if you would ever need to apologize to him. You twist in his arms and Barbatos finally sees the defeat in your eyes- how you blink away the fresh tears, and ignore the way that they wet the pillowcase under you. There are heavy bags under your eyes and with his hand, he cups your cheek. He kisses the tip of your nose, and you hug him, pulling yourself close to him, and he can feel your breath exhale against his chest.

Diavolo:

The day is dragging by, turning seconds into minutes and minutes into hours and so on and so on. It’s a bore that he has felt before, something so heavy, like an anchor sinking him into a pit. His day is dragging by, consuming and slow, a detached reality that feels far too fuzzy and much like static. Surprisingly, you haven’t responded to any of his messages. Of course, you could be busy, but you’re so diligent with responding to him- or at the very least opening his messages. However, for today, you don’t seem to do any of that. As if committing a crime, molten gold is focused on the gap between the door and the floor, searching for any glances- fearing that a certain butler would pop in and chastise him for not being focused on the paperwork that’s been set in front of him. Diavolo has a good reason to glance at his phone and search for you on Devilgram, seeing if you had uploaded any stories that could give him an answer as to why you’re so radio silent. However, there is nothing there; the last update is from hours ago- from yesterday to be exact. His brows knit together and in that same moment, a message from you pops in his notification bar. He reads it in the next moment- you’re asking him to come over. It’s a simple request, one that you and he have asked each other plenty of times before, but for some reason, it feels different. There’s an added weight onto it. 

He rushes out the door and before his sudden exit can be questioned or worried, he says in a hurried voice that he has to check up on you. The door isn’t full shut behind him- the cast of the yellow glow off the palace tiles shine into the outside, and then it’s gone- replaced by the doors to the House of Lamentation, and there’s an eeriness to it- something that makes him hesitate before he opens the door without warning. He doesn’t take notice of the silent house, how it’s far too quiet, far too lonely. His mind is set on you- on finding you, and- and- being with you. He stands at your door, and he hesitates to open the door. His hand is centimeters away from the knob, and he pulls away. He wants to enter, and he knows that you’re inside, blocked by a piece of wood that is far too easy to break. With restraint, he knocks against the hollow, and waits for you. It takes a moment for him to hear your voice croaking, allowing him passage into your room.

A yellow glow from your lamp illuminates the hallway for a moment before it’s snuffed out by the closing of the door. He steps inside and finds you in an instant, curled up towards the edge of your bed, blanket wrapped around you and with red rimmed eyes that are still wet with tears. You give him a sad smile, and sniffle while doing so. He’s at your side in an instant, the knees of his pants stretched and dirtied by the floor. His words are said in a gentle manner, asking what had happened, and it only strives to make you whimper and shake your head, trying to bury it further into the pillow like a lost child too scared to face the monster under the bed. He hates to be the one to cause you to cry, but he presses further, asking if someone had done this to you, and once more, you shake your head, telling him your answer that’s muffled by the pillow. 

You’re in no manner to talk at the moment. You try to stop your tears, trying so desperately to hold the cries in and all that comes out are pitiful whimpers. A heavy hand wipes away the tears that can be seen, that aren’t caught by the fabric of the pillowcase. In a strained voice, you tell him that you’re not feeling too well, that right now, things are just a bit too much. He has an inkling of what that feels like, but to see you reduced to tears and clinging at his wrist with a weak grip, he knows that right now, you need him in the way that he’s always needed someone like you. The bed groans under his familiar weight, and you turn, twisting the blanket above your body as you hold onto him. Your tears catch onto his shirt, and his arms encircle around you, pulling you close and running his hand down your back, hoping that it’ll soothe you in some type of way.

Every shake of your breath and sob, shakes your body, and he can only imagine what was the breaking point in all of this. But even that proves to be far too much for him- he doesn’t want to think about what you held onto for so long only to have it crumble. The silence in your room is broken by your cries and apologies, and he doesn’t know why you’re apologizing- for crying? For crying onto his shirt? He isn’t sure, but all the same, he tells you not to worry, to just let it out, and that he’ll still be here, waiting patiently until you’ve calmed down. Diavolo holds you, pulls you into him and tells you that no matter what, he’s here, he isn’t going to go anyway, whatever you want, you only need to ask, and he’d give you the world, he’d give you the sun and moon if you’d ask. If it was someone, you could mention the name, and he’d take care of it. He’d stain his hands and feel the grime underneath his nails if it meant that you would smile for him once more. For now, you’ll cry and apologize with a stutter and a tightening grip onto his shirt, and he’ll hold you all the same. Finally, you start to breathe, shakily and unevenly, and you start to whine and hiccup, and his eyes are heavy and so must yours. He presses his lips against your temple, and with the pads of his thumbs, he smears your tears across your cheeks. There’s a ghost of a smile that traces along his lips, and he kisses your crown, pulling you close to him.

Simeon:

The words on the document are blurring in his mind. The words don’t tell a story, but rather they are just words, empty and staining the paper before his eyes. Simeon raises his arms over his head, his eyes closed and joints popping from relief. His phone has been silent save for a few messages, none of too much importance, just a casual update or a picture sent. He is alone in his room, the solidarity making him feel constricted, his room too much of a prison rather than a haven for him away from others. With his eyes on the screen, he grabs at his phone on his side, and as he does so, the screen lights up in a notification. His lips turn upward at your name being displayed. Your message, however, makes his brows furrow and lips part in a soft frown. It’s unlike you- it’s candid. There is no follow up text telling him to take his time, or to not worry. There is no emoticon, or sticker sent to him. It’s a simple message that is unlike you- it has a different tone. Whatever this message is, it isn’t right- it’s worrisome. The chair scrapes against the floor, the door is closed and worry is eroding his mind. He’s unsure of what it could mean- you didn’t even give him a location as to where to go, but he knows where to go as if there is a string of red attaching him to you, leading him to you. 

He wastes no time in knocking at the doors- the house is always open and despite the complaints that people come and go as they please, the doors never lock. The House of Lamentation is quiet upon his arrival. His steps echo, his heels clicking against the tiles and it steadily grows into a rapid pace as he rushes towards your room. His side collides with a decorative table in the halls, and a sound of pain wisps into the air and is forgotten behind him. At your door, he stands, catching his breath, lungs collapsing and filling with air as he raises his hand to knock at the door. There’s a sense of urgency as he knocks, and he isn’t fearing for the worst, but rather fearing that you’re alone, that you want him enough to call for him, that the House is silent and you’re alone and trapped in your room. He hears your voice- soft and raspy, muted by the wood that separates him from you- allowing for him to enter. 

The knob is swallowed by his hand and the door creaks, extinguishing the silence in a mere second. With the door shutting behind him, the world outside is snuffed out of existence. His eyes find themselves at your bed, where you’re curled up, and you have this shameful look in your eyes. He can see the shining tears that wet your lashes, how you part your mouth to speak, but close it, unable to form any words. He walks swiftly towards you, back straight and legs giving out when he reaches you. He falls to his knees without a second thought, his hands prying yours out of the blanket and interlacing them with his. With his words tenderhearted, he asks what’s wrong, his voice not raising above a whisper. 

You squeeze tighter onto his hand, unable to answer, and your brows knit together. He pulls his hand away from yours, tapping at the back of your hand to give you some type of comfort. His hand is empty, so he can brush the pad of his thumb between the wrinkles of your brows. The skin smooths out, and his hand curves to the back of your head. He sits on a knee, craning his neck to kiss the corner of your mouth. You look up at him with sad eyes, tears staining them and leaving marks against the curve of your face. A part of him knows what must be causing you such distress, but if you’d rather not talk about it, he won’t be one to pry. He gives you soft words, frowning when you whine and close your eyes, dew wetting your cheeks and bottom lip trembling, as you call his name in broken whispers. He hushes you gently, scratching at your scalp and running his thumb over your knuckles. His knees ache from the floor, sullied and imprinted with the floor patterns, but he stays there, waiting for you to calm, holding your hand.

With a quivering inhale of breath, you move away from him, your arm stretched long and hands holding onto him as to not let go of him even in this short distance. With this silent invitation, he stands, his knees and legs aching and stiff. His back is against the headboard, arms reaching to hold you close to his chest as your arms wrap around his midsection. His palms press into the wrinkled fabric of your shirt, feeling the soft skin that rests underneath a thin piece of cotton. His hands sink into you, and he’s holding you close, trying to find a place to rest his hands, fisting your own shirt in his, as you have done to him. You cling to him so desperately, so feverishly, as if you feared that if you let your grip loosen for a moment, he’d float away from you. At this moment, you need him. It was you who had called for him. And perhaps it’s selfish, but he’s elated that you had called him- that you had wanted him beside you, holding him and clinging to him with ears wetting his shirt. Simeon lies with you, kissing the crown on your head, and hushing you gently when you start to talk, only to find that the words are mismatched and that they run faster than you can hold onto them and form a coherent sentence. You don’t have to explain anything to him. He’ll lay here for an entire night, sit on his knees and hold your hands if it meant that you would have a moment of peace. 

Solomon:

It's rare for you to not message him throughout the day. It’s become such a habit, such a norm, for the both of you to talk throughout the day, and when he doesn’t receive a message, he thinks that you must be busy. But then, he sends you one, and you don't reply to it, nor do you see it. Worry begins to settle in him- it’s far too late into the day for you to be asleep, and if you were out, you would have sent him a picture of something that reminded you of him or something that you found cute. And then his phone pings awake- the screen bright with your name displayed on it and the preview of your message showing for a moment. Solomon reads the text and his worry only deepens, filling him with a heavy weight that pulls down on him. You’re asking him to come over- no follow up text, no emoticon just a simple message and he’s rushing out the door.

Scenery blurs past him and it’s only part way that he realizes that he can place himself there; that he doesn’t have to waste time running to get to you. The words come out heaved and he thanks his lucky stars that he was able to remember them in such a state. His chest is rising and falling, his heart beating against his ribs like a bird trapped in a cage and air is nothing more than a fleeting kiss to him, puffing past his lips in wisps. He doesn’t even realize how empty the house is- how it lacks all signs of life that it holds. The sorcerer is much too busy knocking against your door, his hand around the knob, and your name is hissed between his teeth. In the early days of the both of you arriving at Devildom, he had mentioned to you how he would like for the two of you to remain close since you were both humans and you had happily agreed. You’ve clung to those words ever since- seeking him out, wanting to befriend him despite all the rumors and words said about him. You wanted to be close to him, and he never wanted to leave you alone, he always wanted to be by your side. And now, wood separates the both of you, your name breaking on his tongue. He isn’t sure why he’s so worried. You must be fine- but then again, you hadn’t messaged him all day and when you finally do, he can feel the urgency behind it. It’s a deep rooted worry that’s clawing in the inside of him. 

Your voice creaks past the wood and he stops himself, taking a deep breath that expands his lungs. The door opens and he rushes inside, already finding you at the bed, and there’s something in your eyes that makes his shoulders sag. The door locks behind him, and he sits at the edge of your bed, his hand on the curve of your back, fingertips past the collar of your shirt and tickling at your neck. He asks you what’s wrong and you can only lay there and shake your head slightly. A thick blanket covers your frame, and your eyes are heavy, circles underneath that indicate that you lack sleep- that at least you’ve been up with worry. There are no words that can be said, at least not without knowing what is ailing you. He can’t tell you empty words, he can’t make that promise to you and then have it break. He’d promise you the world, but only because it could be something that he could give to you. 

He asks if it’s okay if he can join you in bed, and you nod, while looking at him. He’s at least glad that you want to be with him, that you don’t want to be alone. He lays beside you, his chest against your back and eyes closed. He can be witty, and somehow, he always knows what to say in response to something, but now, he doesn’t know what to tell you to make you feel better. If you don’t want to talk about it, then it’s fine, he won’t force you, but he does wish that he could help. You shift in the bed, turning until you face him, and your hands tremble as they pull themselves out of the blanket. They clutch at his shirt and he watches in silence as you move your hands under his arms, placing your hands against his back. Your nose presses against his breast, and his hands come to circle around you, holding your shirt and keeping you close to him. And you do the same, clinging to him and wetting his shirt and cooling it with your shuddering breaths. 

In a pitiful voice, you apologize for ruining his shirt- for dirtying it with your tears. He can hear you sniffling and your voice is tight and congested. There’s no reason for you to worry about his clothes, not at this moment. He debates on making some remark, wanting to hope that it’ll put you in a better mood even if it’s just for a moment, but he decides against it when you apologize again and this time it sounds so deep, so croaked and dry, and he decides against it. With his lips against your temple, he tells you not to worry about it- that you matter so much more than the shirt that he could just wash. The sentence is finished with a kiss to you. Solomon wishes that he could help, that he could give you the type of comfort that you had hoped for and that you so rightly deserve, but he can’t seem to find anything that could comfort you. He holds you tightly, clinging to you and scratching dully at your back. You give so much to others, and are so careful with them, that he wishes he could at least be the same for you- that he could give you his all, that he’d give you his entire being, but he cannot. So, he lays in bed with you, hushing you and telling you a random story that even he thought he had forgotten long ago.

#obey me #obey me barbatos #obey me diavolo #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me swd #obey me imagines #obey me headcanons #im sad #ahhhh!!! #okay #so like so much has happened #like nothing that can't be fixed but i am alloiwed to be upset #and like things keep happening and its always when i plan stuff and im like okay!! #cool!! #bad timing #but also!! #why #a lov things comes out tomorrow #not romantic #more adoptive sibling #okay bye #love you

[lady-lostmind]

Bittersweet

Love is: Missing each other.

a @steddielovemonth prompt Thank you @oh-stars for betaing this!

WC: 891 | Rating: T

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Steve hurries in the door, throwing his bag down and rushing to the phone, snatching it off the hook. “Eds?”

Eddie’s voice rings through the line. “Hey, Sweetheart.”

Steve sighs, slumping against the wall, heart still pounding in his chest. “Thought I was going to miss you. I got out later than I thought.” 

Eddie sighs. “You kind of did, baby. I’m sorry. I’ve been calling for like twenty minutes. We have to leave soon. I just…really wanted to hear your voice so I’ve been stalling.”

Steve feels a lump form in his throat and he tries to push back the tears welling in his eyes. “Fuck. Okay, I’m sorry. I uh– fuck.  I miss you.” 

Eddie pulls away from the phone and Steve can hear a muffled argument happening on the other end of the line, probably with one of the guys from the band. Eddie comes back, full volume, and clearly frustrated. “I miss you too, Stevie. I’m sorry, I have to go. I’ll try to call tomorrow, okay?” 

“Okay, I lov–” Steve sighs as the dial tone rings out in his ear, and slumps against the wall. 

He hates this. Hates that he only gets to talk to Eddie for a few minutes every couple of days. Hates that every conversation is rushed. Hates that he feels anxious if he’s out of the house for too long, not knowing when Eddie might get the chance to call. 

He hates that he kind of hates the band. That he hates this tour. Because he’s thrilled for Eddie. He is. He’s so glad that he’s getting to live his dream. That the band got signed. That the tour is almost sold out. He is. Eddie deserves for all his dreams to come through. It’s just– things are moving so fast. And they were just really settling into a life together and now…

Steve just misses him. He misses him so fucking much. Misses coming home to his crazy loud music. Misses falling asleep in his arms. Misses the way he would hop up from whatever he was doing to give Steve a kiss goodbye. He misses him all the time. 

So, yes. He’s so happy for Eddie. And wants nothing more than for this to go well. He hopes he’s having the time of his life. It just also…really sucks.

–

Eddie shoves Gareth who just hung up on Steve, and tries to grab the phone back from him. “What the fuck, man. He’s going to think I hung up on him!”

Gareth rolls his eyes, holding the phone out of Eddie’s reach. “We’ve been waiting on you for like half an hour, man!”

Terry sticks his head out of the bus. “LET’S GET A FUCKING MOVE ON!”

Eddie sighs, dropping his hold on Gareth and rolling his eyes at him when he just stares at him, waiting to make sure he’s actually heading back. Eddie turns around and jogs over to the bus, hoping they make a pit stop early tomorrow before Steve heads to work. 

No one ever tells you that having all your dreams com true is going to like, kind of fuck up anything good you already had going on in your life. And Eddie had it fucking made, okay? He landed Steve Harrington. Steve motherfucking Harrington. And this tour is fucking it up. 

Sure, it’s fucking amazing. It’s everything he ever dreamed it would be. Playing to thousands of people a night, hearing them scream the lyrics to his songs back at him. Getting to do the whole rockstar thing. Which, okay. That’s maybe being a little generous still. They’re not playing sold out stadiums or anything. They’re not fucking Metallica. But like, they have fans. They’re selling out venues. Sure, small ones. But a sold out show is a fucking sold out show. And they’re making like, actual real money. Eddie can say that he is a professional musician. Because he is currently supporting himself with his music. And that shit is cool, okay. He is goddamn ecstatic about that shit. 

But he misses Steve. A lot. And he hates that he can hear the hurt in his voice every time they talk. He would never tell Eddie. But he can tell. That this is fucking killing him. And he’s not doing so hot himself. Turns out you get used to it when a pretty boy is constantly smiling at you and giving you kisses when you walk by. He’s in fucking withdrawl, okay? Plus like…he was getting laid. Like, regularly. That’s not something he ever thought he’d have. He misses snuggling up to Steve at night, their hands wandering, and getting to hear Steve’s voice turn all breathy. 

And it’s not just the sex. He misses the sex, okay? He’s only human. But he misses Steve. He misses their shitty little apartment. He misses going to pick him up from work and take him to dinner. He misses the way Steve hums in the shower. He misses when he gets all sleepy when they watch a movie on the couch, clearly dozing against Eddie’s chest but insisting that he’s still watching. He misses the way he lights up when Eddie walks in the door, going all puppy eyes and smiles. 

So, yeah. He gets to be a rockstar. But he misses his fucking boyfriend. 

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie fanfic #steddielovemonth #day 10 #love is missing each other #long distance #rockstar eddie munson #lady lostmind

[nathaslosthershit]

A Pretty Face||Trevor Zegras x Reader

Pairing: Trevor Zegras x reader

Warnings: Very very suggestive at the end but it doesn't lead to anything we see. Also I know no man who would ever talk like this but whatever

Summary: Soft and sweet moments with Trevor

A/n:  I decided to do this cause I really like Trevor’s nose

PLEASE NOTE: I wrote something similar to this on another account I have. But I repurposed the fic cause I wasn’t happy with it. Still am not but maybe I will adjust it again in the future.

Word Count: 500+

You lived for these moments. Where the rest of world means nothing to you. Where you don't have to worry about what's happening outside your window or even outside your bedroom door. You can just blissfully lay down in bed with your lover.

It's been a while since you have had a moment like this. Alone with Trevor in the late morning. Nothing to do and feeling like you had all the time in the world. 

“I don’t ever want to get up if I'm being honest.” Trevor says softly from right next to you. He is looking out the window, facing away. 

“We don’t have to. At least not today. We could stay like this till tomorrow morning if we really wanted to. Might get hungry though” You reply. There are a few more moments of silence till he turns to face you, wrapping a big arm around your waist, pulling you close.

“How long do you think we could ignore our responsibilities till they come busting down our door?”

“I wouldn’t bank on having long.” He laughs at that. 

Mumbling about how you are still too far away despite your chests being pressed together, Trevor sits up and puts you on his lap facing him. Situating yourself in this new position you put your arms on his shoulders and around his neck and just look at him. Taking in all of the features of his face, both big and small. He laughs at the concentration you have while looking at him as well as the uncomfortableness of being assessed so deeply. 

“What’s your final assessment, babe?” he asks, seeing as you look like you came to a conclusion.

“You have the world’s prettiest face. I’m both jealous of your looks and thrilled I get the chance to stare at them any time I want.” You answer, going to cup his cheeks. He blushes deeply and not knowing what to say, he starts to kiss you deeply.

“Well it’s a good thing that I am with the girl with the world’s prettiest face. Couldn’t make a better face for you if I sculpted it myself-”

“Well I definitely believe that. Remember what a disaster the pottery date we went on was? You couldn't even make a pinch pot, Trevor!”

“Can you just let me compliment you without deflating my ego? What I am trying to say is that you are gorgeous, babe. I mean really, my lov-” you cut him off by pushing him down to the bed, giggling.

“Enough. You sound desperate to get into my pants, Trevor.”

“I haven’t told a single lie. But also between the two of us, exactly zero pairs of pants are being worn so I wouldn’t have to try very hard to-” you cut his incoming dirty joke with another kiss. As you two pull away breathless you start to laugh. You both don’t think you could be happier in this moment.

#trevor zegras x reader #trevor zegras imagine #nhl imagine

[chaoticorganizedmess]

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Killer Queen💀

Shigaraki Tomura/Shimura Tenko x F. Reader

You have a crush on a certain Super Villain and he's the only one to make you feel a certain way.

Warnings: Smut ahead💋👇🏻; Autassassinophilia kink; Oral(Giving); Degradation; Praising; Choking; Barebacking; Creampie [18+ | NSFW]

Autassassinophilia: a paraphilia in which an individual is sexually aroused by the risk of being killed.

"Murder is born of love, and love attains the greatest intensity in murder." - Octave Mirbeau

It takes some goading to Giran before he finally relents and gives you a "see what I can do" answer. That's better than him blowing you off anyways. It isn't all to preserve his reputation, believe it or not. You're trying to get close to things you shouldn't be anywhere near. Sure, you're used to working with "bad guys", but this one in particular tends to take the cake.

You're Giran's assistant. While he acted aloof around you, as he did with most people, he actually gave a bit of a damn about you. He'd known you since you were a kid. The daughter of a guy he'd grown up with. He groomed you for the broker business. While you never made the deals, he was the face of the business after all, you helped him procure things that were requested of him. Be that items or people.

He'd give you the details and you'd fetch whatever the customer was looking for. You'd also keep an eye out for anything that may benefit Giran in the long run. You were always in the background, but you loved the life. No matter how glamorous it tended not to be. You were even the one who found Toga. Well, she found you technically. Though you never went to all the meets, especially when it came to the League of Villains, everyone knew you worked with Giran.

He'd never bring you along to those dealings if he had his way. Giran knew that would become harder to do once you knew of the existence of Shigaraki Tomura, however. Even with Kurogiri present Giran knew that Shigaraki was unpredictable and wouldn't risk having you in his sights. A seasoned vet like him even bolted as soon as he got payment.

You knew your luck was changing the night Giran got the call. It sounded like a regular one, Giran responding with "yeah" and "uh huh" now and then. Suddenly he sat up straighter, much more tense than before. Finally, he ended the call with "Alright. I'll let her know. Thanks." Your head snapped to him and you watched intently as he hung up. He sighed and immediately pulled out a new smoke. "Well?!", you commented with unbridled excitement.

"That was Kurogiri." Your eyes widened. Your giddy feelings dialed down a bit, knowing that you might be turned down. Giran took another drag before continuing. "Says he had to clear it wit' the big guy in charge first, but ya can head over tomorrow night. Apparently the League has a few days off to lay low for a bit."

You briefly wonder what the All For One thinks about you wanting to visit with Shigaraki, but he must think it's something alright for the villain. Those thoughts don't last too long with your excited nerves already building. "Thank you!", you squeal as you leap over to Giran and pull him in close for a hug and kiss his cheek. "Yeah, yeah.", he sighs but you can see the workings of a small smile on his lips. "Don't say I don' do nothin' for ya."

The time finally comes despite it seeming like the hours ticked by slower than normal. You know it's just your excitement building, but it was torture none the less. You park down the street and take a few deep breaths to ease your nerves. Before you get out of your car you notice a few figures walk out of the very bar you intend on walking into. You recognize them as League members, and you figure they've been let go for the night to enjoy the free time you were told about. Some leaving together, like Toga and Twice; others heading out alone, namely Dabi.

You exit the vehicle and head over to the bar door. You steel your nerves and find whatever confidence you can to not seem so anxious. When you step inside it's pretty much what you were expecting. Nothing to write home about. A man with black smoke where his head would be turns and focuses his yellow eyes your way. You can only assume that's Kurogiri.

The very man you came to see sat quietly at the bar facing him. You notice a few newspapers laying around the bar top nearby, as well as a glass of amber liquid. You can't help but stare at the slender figure of the guy you've come to have a crush on. "You must be the young lady Giran called about." You nod as you take a few timid steps closer to the pair. "Yeah, that's me."

"This is Shigaraki Tomura.", he says as he extends his hand to point him out even though he's the only other person in the room. You give your name and wait for Shigaraki to acknowledge you. That turns out to be a number of excruciating minutes later. It's when Kurogiri clears his throat and lowly tells him "Don't be rude." Finally, Shigaraki sighs as if he's being burdened and turns his head in your direction.

He sits up a little straighter after taking in your appearance. He still has Father over his face, but he actually removes the hand to get a better look of you. You notice his ruby gaze move over your form, but he doesn't make any expression that shows he's impressed. However that turns out to be just the case. He is impressed.

You're infinitely cuter than he expected.

After staring at you for a few moments you finally hear him speak. "Giran said you like video games." His voice is higher pitched and raspy, but you can't help but find it cute regardless. "Yeah, I do.", you reply happily. You internally facepalm at your reaction. You must seem like a lame fangirl. It is almost too hard for him to take your bright eyes and girly admiration that's clear on your face. Almost.

"Well...Wanna play?" You nod your head emphatically and watch him rise to his feet. He places Father on the bar top for Kurogiri to look after. He eyes you one more time before turning to walk in the direction of a doorway towards the back. He doesn't say anything as he goes, simply waves you along after he starts walking. "Come on, little girl." Though you're elated he's willing to hang out with you, you narrow your eyes as you hurry to follow after him.

Shigaraki walks through the doorway and turns to head up a narrow set of stairs. "I'm not a little girl.", you chide him and he turns to glance back at you. He's almost appalled at the fact you're challenging him but can't seem to help find it endearing. He's not sure yet if he likes that you're growing on him after just meeting you.

Shigaraki simply replies with "whatever" as he turns back and continues up the stairs. He leads you to a room at the end of a bleak hallway. It's pretty bare: nothing on the walls, a single twin bed with crumpled white sheets, a closet and door that was ajar enough to show a small bathroom. One corner stood out as noticeably different than the rest.

There was a small flat screen television that's hooked up to a state-of-the-art gaming system. A few quality controllers sit next to it, and a nice, comfortable gaming chair topped off the area. "Woww.", you whisper in a hushed breath. Shigaraki takes in your impressed expression and feels the swelling of pride begin in his chest. Right where his heart would be to be exact. He wasn't even sure he could feel things in that part of his body anymore.

He points towards a plethora of games stacked in piles nearby. You find the collection he has both extensive and impressive. "Kurogiri said I should let you pick first. Something about being the guest." You nod and look over the titles. "How 'bout we start with this one?", you question as you pull the case out of a stack to show him the cover.

It's an older game. A first-person shooter zombie killing game to be specific. To his own surprise he's genuinely pleased with the selection you choose. It's 'an oldie but a goodie'. Definitely a classic that just so happens to be one of his favorites. He just nods and instructs you to set it up. You think about how he must be used to ordering people around as you work. Somehow only finding it more attractive of him.

Shigaraki goes over to a mini fridge and pulls out two sodas. He's once again confused when he comes back over and asks if what he pulled out for you is alright. Why does he even care? You accept the offered drink and finish setting everything up. Of course he takes the gaming chair after sliding a worn-out bean bag chair over for you to sit in. Naturally. It doesn't bother you, though. The two of you then begin a campaign that grows in intensity as time goes by.

You end up playing together longer than either of you expect. He loves how enthralled in the game you become, and you just so happen to be better than he even anticipated. He watches you out of the corner of his eye during the gameplay. You're certainly funny and make even cuter faces the more you get into it, especially when you're concentrating.

He doesn't seem to notice you doing the same as you take the opportunity to watch him in your peripherals. You already know he's cute, so you take notice of his hands. He grips the controllers with a pinky on each hand raised. It amazes you how much of an expert he is in doing so. It doesn't even seem to bother him in the slightest.

After yet another playthrough he sets down his controller and stretches his arms over his head. You do the same as you rise up off the bean bag. Afterward he pulls out his cellphone and you watch as he seemingly types out a text. "Do you drink?" The question catches you by surprise and you mumble out a quick reply with "Uh, yeah, I do."

His phone is already away when a minute later there's a single knock at his door before it's pushed open to reveal Kurogiri. He steps into the room and puts a tray down on the end table beside the bed that has a bottle and two empty glasses resting on it. He straightens up after filling the small glasses and he looks over to you two. "I do hope things are going well." You feel your face heat up slightly but nod still. "Yeah, fine.", Shigaraki says with a dismissive wave of his hand.

Kurogiri takes that as his que to leave and nods before walking out. Leaving the pair of you alone once more. Shigaraki suddenly finds himself nervous and begins scratching his neck. That's when he realized that it was the first time he's done so since coming into his room and playing with you. Why were you able to do that to him?

Shigaraki doesn't allow the atmosphere to become awkward. He isn't sure what to say so he goes over to pick up one of the drinks Kurogiri poured. He only takes a sip or two before he sees you looking at him and he waves you over to join him. You make your way next to him and pick up your own glass. His eyes widen as the liquid seems to slide down your throat with ease.

After taking a gulp you place your nearly empty glass back down. You watch as Shigaraki keeps his own gaze locked onto yours. He brings the edge of his glass up to his lips, never breaking eye contact, and takes a larger gulp just as you had. You found yourself getting lost in his crimson eyes. Before you could register what you were doing and stop yourself you threw your arms around his neck and kissed him.

Shigaraki immediately froze at your actions. He gasped and you were able to slide your tongue inside his mouth to engage with his own. He was clumsy with it. Clearly evident that he was inexperienced. You cracked open your lidded eyes slightly to see him staring down at you wide eyed. Still in shock you mused to yourself.

With your eyes closed once more you felt him tilt down to the side and heard the click of his glass being put down. That's when you felt it. His hands tentatively placed on your hips. After a few moments their grip gets a bit tighter before you feel him smooth them around your back to pull you impossibly closer to him. Even with his hands behind you, you could feel his four fingers of each hand.

When you finally part for breath, he doesn't take long before he's chasing your lips for another kiss. After a hearty make out session you sense him start to lower himself onto his bed. You stop kissing and look down when you hear the familiar clicking of a belt buckle. Shigaraki lets out a low chuckle with a dark look in his eye. "Why don' you be a good little slut 'n suck my cock. I'd like that, 'n I jus' know you'd like it too."

Your hot core instantly throbs at his words, and you grind your thighs together before you lower yourself to your knees. He's right, after all. You slide his pants and boxers down in one go. His legs are slim but toned. It's obvious he's strong, but unassuming looking. You think about how Heroes could underestimate him and come to find they're sorely mistaken.

When his cock springs free into your face your mouth waters. It's long and slim, like him, but curved just right. You gingerly take him in your hand and give him a few preliminary pumps to test his reaction. As soon as you take him in your hand it's obvious he tenses and give the subtlest jerk of his hips. He's already panting in anticipation and you've hardly started. You can't wait to see how else he'll react.

You give him a moment to gather himself. That's when you go for it and lick up his long shaft before pecking his tip and gathering the bead of pre that was present there on your lips. You hear the hiss he lets out as he sucks in a breath through his teeth at your initial motions. You watch him, keeping his ruby eyes locked with yours, as you sink down and wrap your mouth around him as low as you can at first. It's not balls deep quite yet, but you'll get there.

You bob up and down, sucking him off for the first few minutes. Then you bring yourself down as low as you can to get him as far back into your throat as possible. You're still looking up at Shigaraki as you watch his head throw back in ecstasy. Then you feel him grip hold of your hair at the top of your head. He's got a fistful as he pumps your head up and down to throat fuck you.

You picture it in your head with your eyes closed at first. The slight sheen of sweat beginning to gather along his forehead. His eyebrows narrowed in concentration. The clump of hair he's gripping onto with a raised pinky. One wrong move of him lowering the digit, especially while he's distracted like this, means the end for you. Painfully.

That's the thought that makes your pussy wet to the point it could pool on the floor underneath you.

He's doesn't lower it, though. Even with his mind fogged with lust and concentrating on not finishing in your soft, wet mouth too soon. He's grunting so much you could tell he's close, especially by the twitch of his cock in your mouth. Suddenly he's squeezing your shoulders and when you stop and look at him he's slowly pulling you off him. You're about to ask if he needed you to do something different, or stop all together (to your dismay), but he simply tries to catch his breath before speaking. "T-take off your clothes. Then you're going to stand up 'n bend over the edge of the bed when I tell ya."

You let out a mewl at his instructions and obediently rise to your feet. That has the spark of life going right to his cock, keeping him ready and twitching without your sweet mouth satisfying him. You really are his little obedient slut, aren't you? He couldn't be more satisfied with the decision to allow you two to meet. If it's half as satisfying to fuck into your heat as it was your mouth, he's going to have a harder time concentrating on anything else important.

Shigaraki swallows hard when he sees your naked form, timid and shy before him. He doesn't know where to look first. He figures he'll start with your beautiful face and work his way down your sexy body. He runs his tongue over his dry, cracked lips. His cock twitches yet again the way your eyes are shining with elation at him and how it's clear you're waiting for his next command.

"Good girl.", he coos as he takes one finger and tugs a strand of loose hair behind your ear. You hum in response and wait for him to continue. To tell you what you should do next. "Go on 'n bend over now. I want your ass on display." You nod and obey as you get right into position and Shigaraki resists the urge to groan at how good you're being for him.

Once you're bent over, resting on his bed with your forearms and your ass up, you wait to see what's going to happen next. You jolt when you feel him swipe a finger up through your folds and gather some of your slick. Since he's behind you, the only evidence of what he did next was the hum of delight and the pop when he pulled his finger from his mouth.

"You taste real good, Player Two." That had another mewl coming from you and the grinding of your thighs at his words. Your heart was beating rapidly and you're sure if you opened your chest up it'd go soaring. He actually thought of you as his "player two". Suddenly he was groping handfuls of your asscheeks. When he slowly, almost reluctantly, pulled his hands away you jolted again when you felt one of his hands fly down to swat your ass.

The moan that came flying out of your mouth would've been impossible to repress. Shigaraki let out a dark chuckle as he leaned closer to your ear. "You're still lovin' this, huh?", he questioned with a teasing tone. Out of nowhere, another spank. This time of the other cheek. Afterward, he smoothed his hands over the reddening area.

You could hear him chortle as he did so. "I noticed you were lookin' at my hands." His voice was more hushed now yet still raspy. "You get off on the fact that it's so dangerous to be around me." Another slap on your ass. "Spanking is jus' as dangerous. One wrong move. Just one time I come down too hard and that pinky could fall. You love that, huh?"

Another spank, followed by a loud, unholy moan from you. He was right, you already knew that. Shigaraki could kill you on any one of the swings he does. His index and middle fingers slid down to run through your soaked folds. "I knew it. You're a danger slut. Aren'cha?" Suddenly he gripped the back of your hair and pulled you up to stand in front of him with your back against his chest as he kisses your neck.

"I knew you were special. Master said I'd have a playmate, but I didn't believe him. I should've known he'd make sure I'd have a sweet thing like you."

He turned your head to the side so he could vigorously kiss your mouth. When a few seconds were up he roughly pushed you down onto his bed. You look back at him and see that he's working his hard length once again. "Lay on your back. 'M gonna fuck you now." You crawl up his bed and flop onto your side before rolling over onto your back. Your legs still rubbing together for some friction.

Suddenly you see him standing at the edge on the side of his bed. He's scratching his neck and it's obvious he's trying to say something, or at least convey something important. Finally, he speaks when he lowly states that, "I-I don't have a c-condom." His cheeks are red with embarrassment that spreads to the tips of his ears and down his neck.

You simply hum in understanding before you lean up and cup his face to reply to him. "That's okay.", you comment in a sincere tone. "You don't have to worry about anything. Just finish whenever you feel like you're ready." He eyes you for a moment and allows you to pull him in for a short but sweet kiss. He nods this time and crawls over your body to lay over you.

Shigaraki sits back on his knees and watches as he runs the tip of his cock through your folds as it gathers an abundance of the delicious slick. That's when he aims it at your tight hole and begins to push inside you, sometimes having to thrust to give it an extra push into your core. He feels your gummy walls tight around him and he swears it's the best thing he's felt. He's sure he could blow any time now.

So he steels himself, bringing his hands to hold under your thighs and push them up a bit. "Think I'll lose track 'n drop my last finger down?" You know he's taunting you, but it makes you wetter and clench all the same. The clamping down on him has him reeling as he bends over you to place one hand down next to your head. He has to give a few more thrusts before he's mostly inside you. "Fuck, you're so wet.", he exclaims before figuring 'screw it' and plunges his cock balls deep into your guts.

"Such a good Player Two. Taking me so well. You're gonna lay there 'n take it 'n scream like a good girl, right?" Any words were long gone for you to respond with. You'd hardly gotten started, and your brain was already fuzzy. You can't even imagine how you'll be after he fucks you senseless.

You simply did what you could and nodded as you wrapped your arms around his frame. Even though he was kind of clumsy it was obvious this was a first time for him, or one of his first times anyway. He was a fast learner and had little trouble satisfying you. Especially once he learned about that kink of yours.

Shigaraki stared into your eyes and then kissed you roughly. As he pumped his cock into your tightening cunt, he brought a hand up to your throat. One pinky raised yet again of course. That's when he saw your eyes roll back and felt that pussy of yours clench him like a vice. "You love how dangerous I am. How I could kill you in the blink of an eye. There'd be nothin' left of you. Nothin' left of this gorgeous body of yours. Nothing." He chortled as if amused but seemed to carry a different aura about him as he went on. "That'd be a real shame. You're my 'Player Two' after all. Givin' me your body so freely."

"Yes, yes, YES!!", was all you could scream. It was true anyway. All of it. He drove you wild, especially like this. You wanted him and could only pray he'd have you to take again and again. "Such a slut. My little cum slut, right?" You nod again, briefly this time, knowing his hand was still on your throat.

He picked up his pace as he bullied your tight pussy. "Oh God!", he commented breathless and panting. "Such a sweet obedient girl. Ready to take her Master's cock." He feels your pillowy walls tighten around him and encourages you to continue. "Cum on my cock sweet thing. Do it." As he drilled into you, you were on the verge but still hadn't cum yet. He knew just what would send you over the edge.

With a stern voice, he once again demanded you cum on his cock. "...Or I'm gonna dust you for good measure.", he growled. That sent you over the edge and you clamped down the hardest and began to milk him dry. "Gah..c-cum-cummin'!" He was lost in his own post sex haze as he filled you with his seed, branding you his. "G-good girl.", he pants. "That's my good girl. All mine."

Your heart swells at his words and once the two of you come down from your highs, he slowly pulls out of you with a hiss. You're left there on your back, a panting mess when he rolls off you and awkwardly hands you some paper towels from nearby so you can wipe yourself up. You quickly do so and see him reach his hand out to take them back.

Watching closely, he walks over to a trash can and dusts the now tarnished rags he holds to let them fall into the can. You had begun to sit up and look around for your clothes when he clears his throat. "You, uh, you can stay if ya want." You head flies to his direction and a smile begins to pull at your lips. "I'd like that."

Slowly and apprehensively, as if giving you the chance to change your mind, he climbs into bed. He lays his arm over your head for you to curl into his naked body so he can wrap that arm around you. You glance up to him to see him eying you timidly. "Thank you." After a few comfortable moments of silence Shigaraki speaks up. "I think I should be thanking you, Babygirl."

You giggle a bit into his skin before looking up to meet his eyes again. Now it's your turn to be timid. "Am... A-am I really you're Player Two." That's when Shigaraki was caught off guard. He scratches his throat a bit. He was fine with considering that of you, especially during the act. With one finger he moves a strand of hair that had fallen over your forehead and into your eyes. "Yeah, I guess ya are. Wouldn't mind it as long as it's you anyway."

The smile you gave him in response had his chest twisting in a way he never had happen to him before. He'd need time to figure it out, but he knew he wanted you close regardless. Especially after the excursions that just occurred. He tightened his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to rest on him.

After a few quiet moments, you broke the serenity surrounding the two of you with a simply question. "Does this mean I'm gonna be meetin' the League?" Shigaraki groaned and ran his free hand down his face. "I'd like to keep ya all to myself a little longer if that's alright with ya." You widen you smile before tucking your head back into his chest to nuzzle into him. "If Dabi were to try anythin' with ya I swear it'd be the last thing he does.", he quietly grumbles. All you do is simply respond with a quiet "yours" before sleep begins to overtake you.

Shigaraki didn't know what to do but just hold you against him. He'd hold you for as long as he could. He'd try to keep his finger positions in check, and hold back his overwhelming need to kill to keep his scratching in check. No matter how much you liked being so close to death.

No matter how attracted you are for him being someone who could kill you with such ease.

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Lastochka AU - Strange marriage

Pairing : Nikolai x F!Reader ( OC/Mini MacTavish)

Summary: He wants you, and maybe you want him too?

AU to my Lastochka series

WARNING: Mature to Explicit Theme. Crack Fic. I repeat. Crack fic. don’t take it so seriously. Swearing, talk of gore, Smutty smut talks.

A/N : The meaningless crack plot continues. I seriously don't know how. Thanks to @siilvan for listening to my weird blabbering on Nik, @nrdmssgs giving me correct Russian words.

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You are lying in your bed. Staring at the ceiling. 

Naked. 

With Nikolai’s face buried between your breasts, arms holding you tight, lightly snoring away.

How did you two get into this situation?

Why did you even say yes to marrying him? To a man that you haven’t even gone on a third date with?

“So what do you say, Lastochka, will you marry me?” Nikolai stood there, with his arms crossed, a scheming smile on his face. 

You blinked your eyes a few times before turning towards the ruined carpet.“..... get someone to clean up the carpet first before we discuss marriage please. I am going to lose my bond money because of that.” 

Nikolai let out a barking laugh and shook his head, amused by your response. “Oh my dear, dear Lastochka.” he chuckled as he took a step closer, gently pulling you into him.“Whatever my little bird wants, she will get it. Come. Let’s get you back into bed. You must be tired. I’ll deal with all this tomorrow. Don’t worry about it.” 

Exhaustion overtook you as you lean into his chest, eyes slowly fluttering close. Getting chased, getting shot at, seeing your date’s (delicious) near naked body, people breaking into your house and dying in it, plus marriage proposal. It’s been a long day.

You woke up to an empty bed. 

With a half awakened brain, you started to wonder if the events from the previous day were all but a dream. Until you hear slight clinking noises coming from your kitchen, and the faint smell of cigarette and musky cologne on your bed sheet reassures you that, in fact, everything that happened was real. 

Slowly strolling out of your bedroom, yawning and scratching your head, you notice the glasses on the floor have been cleared away and a slight cold breeze blowing through the broken window.

You shivered slightly as you dragged your wearily body towards the kitchen. Some caffeine will do you good. That’s when you notice Nikolai’s standing in front of the stove, pouring some freshly made coffee into a mug. Your mind starts to wander again.

Nikolai wakes you up with kisses on your face, murmuring into your ears, with his low and husky morning voice, telling you how much he wants you,how much he lov..….. 

Snapping back to reality again with Nikolai now standing in front of you, two cups of coffee in hand, eyebrows cocking up with a worried look as you stood there, zoning out. 

“Morning Lastochka. Had a good sleep?” he greeted you after you rubbed your eyes, distracting yourself from spiralling down a rabbit hole of unrealistic thoughts. Oh the voice, that husky voice, just as you have imagined, making you want to drag him into your room and do unspeakable things.

Damn it, lusting after him again. Grabbing the coffee as you fidget around restlessly, not daring to look at his face nor trusting your voice without blurting out your unhinged thoughts, you let out a little squeak of confirmation after taking a sip of the coffee. 

“Good. I have organised someone to come over to get everything fixed when we are out.” Nik said as he made himself comfortable on the breakfast bar stool. Awkward silence ensues between the two of you as he stares at you. 

“So…” you perked up, breaking the silence. “About the question from last night..” you trailed off, not quite knowing how to proceed. Nikolai's eyes opened wide, as if he just remembered something.

“Oh, that reminded me. Be right back.” he strides back towards the bedroom, and appears again, minutes later.  He proceeds to kneel in front of you, with a ring in hand. “Got to do this properly. Now, my lovely Lastochka, would you marry me? For your own protection? ” 

“Where did you get the ring from?!!” you gaped, reeling. 

“Somewhere.” he shrugged, not elaborating more. This man just keeps bringing you surprises after surprises, first crashing into your life with his crazy driving, taking you on a surprise date (you still need to plot your revenge against Kyle and the Captain for that, you reminded yourself), and now, where the hell did he manage to produce that ring,out of thin air? Has he been carrying it around with him all this time, or he just kept it in some mysterious space that you don’t know about?

“Don’t like it? I can get a new one, you pick.” he commented as he saw you staring at the ring, frowning. “Oh, no. No, It’s beautiful, I am just admiring the design..it’s fine.” you replied hastily, shaking your head, reassuring him. 

“I’ll take that as a yes?” he asked with a hint of hope in his voice. 

Closing your eyes letting out a sigh, before you opened it again, to point at your left hand and give him your reply. “Just put that ring onto my finger Nikolai.” you are so sure you are going to regret this later down the track. 

The brilliant smile that appeared on his face made you swoon slightly. He carefully slides his ring onto your finger, and holds it up to his lip, kissing it lightly, all the while keeping his eye on yours. 

“Not going to give your fiancée a kiss on the lip?” you quipped, “To celebrate our engagement?” One thing you have noticed, after each date, he doesn’t give you a proper kiss on the lip. He would hold you close, kiss your hand, your head, or the most, just lightly on your cheek. What is holding him back?

“I am saving that for much later.” as he replies, you can feel his hand that’s grasping yours tightens up. 

“You scared?” you taunted, deciding to be a bit brave, pushing him a little bit. 

Nikolai stood up all of sudden, startling you. As he leaning down close to your face, lips a few inches away from yours, he voice drops impossibly low, dripping with want and lust.

“OH my Lastochka, you know why I've been holding back?” he purred, one hand sliding up your arm, your neck and cupping your face, sending shivers down your spine. “Once I start, there will be no holding back. You will be screaming out loud, begging for mercy, and crawling back for more..” he warned. 

“Sounds like my cup of tea.” you smirked. Game on. If he is issuing you a challenge, thinking you are some weak damsel that can’t take a bit of pounding. “Let's see if you can satisfy my appetite with what you got, милый.”  you deliberately punctuated the endearment in Russian, retorting him. 

He growls as he pulls you closer, body impossibly tight against his. “If I was you, I wouldn’t throw down your gauntlet so easily.“ he warned, giving you one more chance to decline. Oh, he is definitely turned on. You can feel the hardness through the pants. Maybe you should play with him a little bit more. 

You pushed yourself away from him,letting out a dramatic sigh.“On second thought, maybe we should get married first, before we do anything..out of wedlock.” you said, patting on the face. “I’ll go get ready for our important day, I am sure you want your fiancée to look presentable for the big day?” With that note, you turned back towards your bedroom, leaving a half stunned and roused Nikolai standing in the middle of the living room. 

Only if you know what awaits you that night. 

“You think it's fun being a tease, Lastochka?” You stared  at your… now officially husband, through your half lidded eyes.

As soon as both of you passed through the threshold of your apartment door, he pushed you against the wall, grinding you. 

“It’s called getting you into the mood, dear husband.” you replied with an airy voice, fiddling with his gold chain. “Besides, who was the one that kept groping my ass while the celebrant was going through the paperworks?” 

“Oh look who's talking?” he smirked, "I distinctly remember my lovely wife’s wandering hand touching me, while begging to be taken before we got home?” 

“Oh shut up and kiss me, Nikolai.” you huffed, yanking him down lightly by his gold chain. “And show me a good time, like you promised. Or are you all talk and no show?” 

His mouth descended on you before you could react. And it’s not the gentle, loving kiss he gave you at the registry office.  This a lust, longing, want, and desire, pouring through the searing kiss. He isn’t holding back this time.

The two of you tearing each other's clothes off as both of you stumble towards the bedroom, mouth only left each other as you spotted the now spotless living room through your peripheral vision. 

“Oh, the window and carpet are all fixed up.” you commented, panting away. “Look better than before too.” 

“Eyes on me, Lastochka, the carpet isn’t gonna give you a good time, I am. “ he gently grabbed your face, turning your attention back. “ Unless you want me to take you on the floor in front of the window..” he snickered as he made the suggestion. 

“Save your back ,old man, I think the bed will be more comfortable for you.” you retorted as your hand searched for the door knob to your bedroom behind your back. He reached over and helped you open it. That’s odd, you thought. You don’t remember shutting the bedroom door before you left the apartment….

Your eyes widened with surprise as you turned around, freshly made bed with rose petals scattered around the top of your bed, incense candles with your favourite scent…..

…. With five boxes of condoms and a large bottle of lubricant sitting on the side table. 

“Like my surprise?” Nikolai whispered as he looped his arm around your waist from behind, kissing your neck, eliciting a small whimper from you. 

“So confident that we will need that many condoms?” you huffed as you try to control your breathing, getting more and more turned on as his hand wandered further down towards your now dripping core. 

“Ah, my Lastochka,” one hand travels back up, brushes past your nipple, making you shiver as he grabs your chin, “ You did request me to satisfy your very big appetite, and who am I to deny my beautiful wife’s request?” he responded with a hint of arrogance.

“Being cocky with your mouth now are we? Now let’s see that real cock of yours is just as clever as the one above.” 

You have to admit, you actually like the romantic touch, despite taking a jab at his effort. 

No, the sensible side chided you. He is doing this because he is luring you into bed ( which is doing quite successfully) giving you a good time, protecting you from other strange mobs with the marriage of convenience.  You reminded yourself, to keep resisting the urge of falling deeper for this man. Just think of it as a one night stand, once off friend with benefits. Until he slides his fingers between your wet folds, teasing your clit with his thumb. Ok, maybe you wouldn't mind having this more often. Keeping him in your bed seems like a good idea. 

The moment his cock was fully presented to you, in all its glory, lust triumphs over logic. How he fills you, makes you scream out for him, melting with his touch. You even manage to put his ego in check with him whimpering underneath you a few times, riding him hard. 

As you slowly drift off to sleep with his light snoring and rumbling vibration as a calm and soothing presence, you work hard pushing away that little bubbling warm feeling in the corner of your heart. You don’t want to think about it now. Denial switch flipped on.

One thing for sure, you want that cock all for yourself, on call, 24/7, for the rest of your life. 

“So, what’s been happening?” Gaz asked as he settled himself on the stool, pushing your pint of beer towards you. “I haven’t seen you in a few months, it’s good to catch up again.” 

Nodding him a thanks, you took a gulp of the beer before you answered his question. 

“Well… Work has been busy. House got broken into as you probably heard from Price.. And Oh, I got married.” you tried to pass the news off nonchalantly, eyeing your friend’s reaction from the corner of your eyes. 

Gaz spat out his beer. 

“Could you repeat that?!” he gaped at you, beer dribbling out from his mouth, in disbelief. 

“I, um, got married? And please wipe your mouth Kyle…” you replied meekly while passing him a napkin. You held out your left hand out, showing him the engagement ring and wedding band. Gaz  grabbed hold of your hand, staring at the ring close up, with a confused expression. 

“But, how, when,why, where,what… wait. Most importantly, WHOM WITH?” 

Before you could open your mouth again, you felt a pair of arm snakes around your waist, followed by kisses peppering your cheek. 

“Hello my Lastochka, sorry I am late. Had few businesses to take care of first..” Nikolai purred, “Oh hi, Gaz.” he greets Gaz, like an afterthought. 

“Wait, him?!!!” Gaz pointed at Nikolai, utterly shocked. You smack at Nikolai’s hand that is subtly gliding towards your thigh as you roll your eyes.

“Yes, him. Why are you acting all surprised? You were the one that introduced me to him.” You plaster on an exaggerated and annoyed smile on your face. You finally got your revenge on him.  You will never admit to him, not even a little, that his years of matchmaking effort finally paid off. 

“Who’s surprised? What is going on?” Soap and Ghost appeared behind you and Nikolai, cutting into the conversation.

“Ah! There is my lovely brother in law!’ Nikolai’s arm let go of you, turned towards Soap and scoop him up into a bear hug, taking him by surprise. Grabbing him by the shoulder after letting him go, Nikolai laughed and dragged Soap towards the bar area, “Come! We have a bit of celebration to do today. Drinks on me! You should know what the best vodka tastes like and you will never want to touch whisky again!.” 

Still out of the loop and confused on what is happening, Soap looked back at you for an answer, you just shrugged your shoulders and let your husband drag him away. 

Oh well, at least your new husband is having bonding time with his new in-law.

Shaking your head, you turned back towards Ghost, “Sorry, you gonna have to deal with his hungover tomorrow.” you apologised. 

“Nothing new.” he grumbled as he took his seat beside Gaz, elbowing him to knock him out of his shock. “Congratulations by the way.” 

“Thank you. Just got to tell my parents now.”You sighed. Something you are not looking forward to. Their daughter got married all of sudden, to someone who they never met before. Oh well, you can use Johnny as an excuse, at least he knows Nikolai well enough.

“I am not helping you with that.” Ghost quickly replied, not wanting to get into the mess of things.

“Hey! Not fair, I helped you and Johnny!” you pouted.  Damn it, you were hoping he could help you to convince your parents. “At least they knew about my existence beforehand.” he grumbled, still refusing to get involved. 

You pulled Ghost’s sleeves. “Come on.. “ Half begging him while putting on your best puppy eyes. “How can you refuse my request???” 

“Come on what? Sorry I am late.” Price appeared beside the table, apologising. “Why is Nikolai doing vodka shots with Soap?” 

AH, here comes your next victim,  you turned towards Price, with plastering a sickly sweet smile on your face, Price frowned, instincts from years of battlefield experiences had his alarm bell ringing.

“Now… wouldn’t you want to know…say, you feel like taking a trip with us to Scotland?”  

You ended up dragging the whole team to your parent’s farm, as your backup as you introduce your new “husband” to them. 

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[aureliaporter]

the better boy friend

a/n: finally writing again!! decided to try out some oneshots to settle back into it, so here we go :D 

cw: lowercase intended!!, tiny bit of lanugage, neglectful boyfriend (not hobie!!), hobie (atsv) x fem!character, ooc hobie, still getting back into this writing thing lol

SHE WAS USED to being ignored. it had happened so often, so now as she felt his attention slipping away, his once-interested responses disintegrating into “uh-huh”s and “mm”s, she felt a piece of her break.

he had told her once he was different from the rest. that he cared about her and what she had to say. that no matter what, she could always talk to him.

those old promises were the only things that kept her lips moving as she recounted her day, one that resembled a roller coaster for all intents and purposes. and then she tried to ask him a question, but when he didn’t respond, she covered it up by beginning to prattle on about a hobby of hers.

does he really care about what i say?

he’s just stressed. he has midterms next week.

when i had midterms, i still listened to everything he said. i was there for him.

and? people love in different ways. you should be more lenient. keep that up, and you’ll end up alone.

she was so focused on her inner turmoil that she didn’t even realize her voice stuttering to a stop, silence enveloping the call. it wasn’t until she heard him laugh that she snapped out of it, glancing at her phone screen. four hours and thirteen minutes. and he’d barely been present for any of it. she cut off the thought as soon as it appeared, not wanting to spiral tonight.

“s-so, i was thinking-”

she was cut off by another laugh, and after a moment of offense, she realized what was going on. she clicked the mute button and leaned back in her chair, taking a minute to curse him out. here she was, giving up her time with her family and her homework and her friends and her hobbies, and he was too busy scrolling on some social media or other while she was trying to talk.

she stayed muted for a few more moments, collecting herself, before she reached over to click the unmute button. but she hesitated. he wasn’t listening. she didn’t want to talk anymore. so there was really no point.

she left herself muted and pulled out an assignment, working on it in the dim light of her laptop screen and scribbling physics equations onto the paper. she managed to get through a good three worksheets - all for different classes - before he even realized.

“hm? why’re you muted?”

she bit her lip, resisting the urge to say anything just yet. she set down her pencil and sat up, collecting herself before unmuting, forcing a chuckle into her voice. “i went to the bathroom and forgot to unmute, sorry. everything good?” she asked, silently proud of herself for her acting but also disappointed in him, wanting him to notice that he’d been neglecting her, that he’d been hurting her.

“ah, alright. oh, damn, look at the time. i better head to bed, so, see you tomorrow? text me when you wake up, alright?” he said, words in a rush. why was he in a hurry? did he not want to be on a call with her? did he have someone else he’d rather be talking to?

“o-oh, okay, sure. i lov-”

a click and the dial tone cut her off, making her sigh. he hadn’t been saying it back lately. he hadn’t been saying anything lately. was this really supposed to be the person who made her smile, who made her feel safe? did he even count as a boyfriend anymore?

before she knew it, her suppressed emotions were tumbling out of her in a storm, stifled sobs sounding in her room. she hiccupped, trying to control herself and her emotions, to clamp them back down, but she felt like a pot left to boil on the stove too long - everything was pouring out.

in a teary haze, she clicked open her contacts, desperate not to feel alone. her family would merely make fun of her for crying again, so that was a no go. and those friends were more casual - they didn’t come crying to her, she didn’t go crying to them. and that was the person she was trying to gain relief from.

her thumb pressed on a name, the dialing screen appearing on her phone. she froze, her sobs pausing. no, no, he can’t see me like this, please-

before she could click the button to end the call, she heard the phone being answered, and a familiar breathing rate echo into the phone. “hello?” he said, his voice deeper than her boyfriend’s, his accent still managing to cling to the two syllables. “you there?”

she sniffled, nodding before realizing he couldn’t see. “y-yeah, ‘m here,” she mumbled, feeling her tears still prick at her eyes. She heard shuffling and muffled conversation on the other end before all of a sudden, it grew silent. “hobie?”

“’m here, don’t ya worry your pretty little head,” he said, a worried tone bleeding into his voice even as he tried to keep it casual. “everythin’ good?”

she nearly said yes, nearly pushed away his outstretched hand yet again to cocoon into her own feelings, before she paused. and an inner, more hurt part of her squeaked out, “no.”

hobie merely hummed, seemingly expecting this. “where you at? i’ll stop by,” he said, slipping into an alleyway to tug on his mask and webshooters, quickly zipping up to the rooftops.

“y-you don’t have to come by-”

“you called me crying, so i do. now where you at?”

defeated, slumping, she mumbled the address to her mum’s house, spinning around in her chair as she waited for hobie to show up. he had her stay on the call, just to make sure she was still okay for the time being.

“is your window open?” he asked into the phone, landing on the fire escape outside of her window. she murmured a no before standing from her chair, unlatching the window and tugging it up. a gloved hand reached out to help her, and before she knew it, hobie was sliding into her room in all his spider-punk glory.

he took one glance at her tear stained cheeks, messy hair, and swollen eyes, tutting in disbelief. “oh, baby, who did this to you?” he asked, tugging her into him and hugging her tight. his taller frame enveloped hers, making her feel safe.

“’s just- ‘s my boyfriend, he keeps makin’ me feel like shit, y’know, but-”

“break up with him,” he said, shrugging and cutting her off. “real men don’t make their girls cry like this. real men don’t have their girls running into the arms of another so then they don’t feel like shit,” he said, tone biting. he’d always disapproved of her boyfriend, and now he had all the more reason to.

“but that’s- that’s rude!” she stammered, pulling back to look up at him. “i’d be hurting him! and he’s got midterms next week, so if he fails because of me, then-”

“and he’s been hurting you this whole time, but you ain’t been complaining, have you?” hobie asked, leaning down to be eye-level with her. “break up with him. he’s not worth your time. he’s not worth your effort. you-” he said, poking her chest “deserve to feel safe and happy in a relationship. and if he’s not making you feel that way, he can kiss my ass.”

she couldn’t help the snort that escaped her at his antics, shaking her head at him. 

“still, i-”

“dump him.”

“it’s rude.”

“don’t care. dump him.”

“what if someone dumped you?”

“then that’s on them for not recognizing my fabulousness. now dump him.”

she sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose. “y’know, i called you for hugs, not for a lecture,” she muttered, an amused huff escaping her.

hobie hummed in acknowledgement, nodding. he poked her shoulder, a small smile quirking his lips as she rocked back and forth with the movement. “and the mere fact that you have to call someone else for a hug should be enough to convince you something ain’t right.”

she sighed again, a grumble escaping her. “just- hug me, and we’ll discuss this in the morning. please,” she said, thumping her head against him. his chest rumbled with laughter, his arms wrapping around her to pull her closer towards him as he maneuvered her to lay down.

“i’ll stay till you fall asleep, and then i got to head out to patrol. deal?” he offered, cuddling against her as they laid down on her bed together. she hummed her acknowledgement, snuggling into him, fingers grasping at his jacket as she pulled him closer.

she could feel herself falling asleep, could feel her senses dimming. what didn’t dim was hobie’s warmth, snug against her, and his soft voice as he hummed a song. he was humming? when did he start humming?

“i wish i dated you instead of him,” she mumbled, eyelids heavy, brain foggy with sleep. “you’re much better.”

hobie paused for a moment, his voice quieting, before she whined softly, wanting him to continue. with a light chuckle, he did, humming once more until she fell asleep.

“i wish you did, too,” he murmured, kissing her forehead. “and you will. once you dump him.”

he extracted himself from her arms as best he could, wincing when she whined as she lost his warmth. he slipped a pillow into her hold and rummaged through her chest of blankets for a warm fleece one that smelled a little bit like him from all the times he’d stolen it. he wrapped her in it and pressed a final kiss to her forehead, a silent promise to himself and to her.

and then he was slipping back out the window, shutting it and tugging his mask back on and then doing a flip off the fire escape, thwipping away.

he let out a joyful whoop, letting himself free fall for a moment before catching himself with a web again and officially starting his patrol.

two things were for certain that night.

one; she should dump her boyfriend.

and two; as much as hobie might hate labels, he didn’t mind at all if he’d get to be called her boyfriend.

obvi not my best, but i hope you enjoyed anyways! have the best day/night! <3

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[number1mingyustan]

Back2U (01:27AM) ✹ ☾

fwb! yeonjun x fem! reader

Genre: friends with benefits au

Warnings: unprotected sex, penetration, cheating, cursing, rough sex, dom!yeonjun, sub!reader, choking, drunk sex, mentions of alcohol

Summary: You never thought you’d see yourself as the other woman. But every time your phone rings and you see his caller ID, you can’t help but keep going back.

Word Count: 1.6k

(a/n: not a surprise but this is not proof read 😘 and this is based off one of my fav songs !!)

The soft buzzing of your phone woke you up from your slumber. You lazily extend your arm, reaching over and grabbing the phone. You tilt it, only to feel your heart sink when you read the caller ID.

Incoming Call from: yeonjun🖤

You glance at your bedside clock, 1:27 a.m. You debate answering the call, well aware of why he’s calling. You sigh, ultimately pressing the green button.

“Hello?” Your voice is raspy and it’s obvious that you’ve only recently woken up.

“Baby,” he replies. Your heart flutters at the nickname. “Can you come over?”

Such a simple question has your heart pounding. You know better than to go over there. He didn’t treat you the way you deserved and you were far from a priority to him.

“Yeonjun I thought we agreed-“

“We didn’t agree on anything,” he slurs. “You- You decided on your own that you’d stop. I never said I was okay with it. Besides, I know you miss me.”

He wasn’t lying. Every time you guys met up, you felt guilty about it. You kept telling yourself it would be the last time. And the last time you guys got together, you told him it was the last time.

But truthfully, both of you knew it wouldn’t be.

“I really can’t,” you sigh. “I told you it was the last time.”

“She’s not here Y/n,” he chuckles. “We got into another fight and she stormed out. Won’t be back ‘til tomorrow. I miss you.”

This was a situation you knew all too well. Yeonjun and his girlfriend have been together for nearly 3 years. However, much like your relationship with him, hers was far from healthy. They fought like crazy and it only grew more toxic when they moved in together.

The first time you ever slept with him, you had no idea he was in a relationship. So you kept sleeping with him. However, that only lasted a short while. Eventually you found out about her, but it didn’t stop you from going back to him. You hate yourself for it, but somewhere along the line you fell for him.

Hard.

Before you found out about the girlfriend he treated you like a princess. The two of you had built a relationship that was more than just sex. He bought you gifts and took you out, and you truly fell in love with him. And so you couldn’t bring yourself to leave him.

Once you found out and continued to meet up with him, he changed. He stopped treating you like his girlfriend and more like his personal toy. He’d stopped leveling what you too had and made sure you knew it was ‘just sex.’

It’s rare that he comes over your place, occasionally when he’s drunk and the only thing on his mind is you so he tells to uber your address instead of his. And when he does show up, it’s always unannounced and in the middle of the night. His apartment became the center of all your activities. That’s how he liked it. He enjoyed having the upper hand and the home base advantage. For Yeonjun, everything was about power and control. Especially when it came to you.

When he gets into an argument he doesn’t have full control over the situation, so he calls you. He knows he’ll always hold the power with you to the point where he’ll rely on you whenever anything doesn’t go his way.

And so now whenever he gets into a huge fight with her, he drinks himself half to death and calls you up. And you always go back to him.

And no matter how much you think you love him, he’ll always love her more.

“Ok,” you reply softly.

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You’ve only barely walked through the door when your body is already pressed against the wall. His lips are on your neck and he sure to leave dark marks along your skin.

Yeonjun loves marking you, however you’ve never been able to do the same to him. He manhandled you, rough hands groping and squeezing your body.

“Missed you,” he mumbles against your skin. “Knew you’d come back to me. You always come back.”

Your heart tightens at his words. You really were pathetic, going back to a taken man who didn’t love you.

He pressed his lips against your hungrily, the taste of alcohol lingers on his tongue. He’s eager, tongue fight against yours as his fingers trace your thighs.

“Jump,” he mumbles against your lips.

You do so, allowing yourself to wrap your legs around his torso and have him carry you. He walks you to their bedroom, dropping your body down on the bed. His body hovers over yours and and begins to strip you of your nightclothes.

He runs his fingers over your naked body as he strokes himself in his shorts. You shiver at the touch of his cold fingers brushing over your nipples. When he reaches your heat, he smirks at how wet you were for him.

His discards his own clothes before aligning himself with your entrance. You don’t even have time to tell him to put on a condom before he’s already harshly thrusting into you.

Your eyes roll back and you feel heat rush through every inch of your body. Your back arches and you moan his name out loud. His hips meet yours with powerful thrusts, his cock plummeting itself deep inside your walls.

He feels so fucking good.

You squeeze your eyes shut, basking in the pleasure. His hand wraps around your throat, squeezing it lightly. The pressure causes his name to get stuck in your throat, restricting you from moaning out loud.

You feel so tight around him, your warmth enveloping and tightening around his cock. He leans over, pushing himself deeper into you and presses his plump lips on your ear.

You hear his soft grunts and moans now due to the proximity. His movements don’t stop, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoes through the room with each movement.

You can feel your orgasms quickly approaching. Your moans come out stifled due to the pressure his hand inflicts on your throat.

“Go ahead baby,” he whispers into your ear. “Cum.”

And you do. You let go, allowed your orgasm to ripple through you. Your body spams uncontrollably and you throb against him. He watches you with satisfaction as you come down from your high.

He releases his grip on your throat, but doesn’t haul this thrusts. He continues to fuck you, but you know he’s not far from his orgasm.

“Fuck,” he moans in your ear.

He pounds into you, and having released his grip on your throat he can hear you again. Your voice is shaky but you don’t stop crying out in pleasure.

“Ah shit,” he hisses. You feel him reach his hand down, pulling his length out of you. He doesn’t move positions, rather he strokes himself against you until he cums on your lower belly.

“Fuuuuuck. So good, so-so good,” he rambles. “So good to me. Fucking love this, love you.”

You feel him release onto you. He breathes heavily into your ear as he comes down from his high.There’s a few moments of silence before he rolls off of you and walks into the bathroom.

He doesn’t say a word, nor does he bother to help clean you up. You sigh, hearing the water turn on. You grab a tissue wiping the sticky substance off of you.

His words cloud your thoughts. You know he didn’t mean it, but he told you he loves you. You know he’s drunk and he said it as he was finishing, which mean he was just saying words with no meaning, but it made your heart flutter. Regardless of whether or not he meant it, he said it. Has to count for something right?

You throw away the tissue and start to get dressed slowly. His words keep replaying in your head. It wasn’t even an full ‘I love you.’ You know he didn’t mean it, but your heart and your head are choosing to believe two different things.

You don’t realize how long you’ve been sitting there until he comes back into the room as you’re blaming your shirt back over your head. His hair is dripping wet and he has a towel around his waist.

“You’re still here?” he asks.

Ouch.

“Sorry, got distracted by my phone,” you mumble a lie.

He rolls his eyes and begins dressing himself as well, not bothering to cover up his top half. “I know I said she’s not gonna be back until tomorrow but that wasn’t an invitation for a sleepover. You should know better.”

You feel a loud pang in your chest.

“I-I know,” you stutter. “I said-”

“Sorry? Yeah I know. But I don’t want you thinking this is something it’s not,” he scoffs. “I know you think that you’re like in love with me or something. But you and I are never gonna happen. I’m just giving you a reality check.”

You feel your face heating up in embarrassment. You didn’t even do anything.

“Sorry,” you whisper before grabbing your phone and leaving his apartment.

You felt so stupid. You figure he probably realized what he said to you and got defensive. You’ve never directly admitted your feelings for him, but you had hinted at wanting more in the past. I guess it wasn’t difficult for him to figure it out.

The worst part wasn’t even how much his words hurt you. It was the fact that even after that, you knew you’d still go back to him.

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[moonshine-nightlight]

Will all of Dale out, I took the time over the past few days to reread all of it (pretty much all I did because sleep work and eat!) And oh man, I wish I could experience it anew again! To see how far you as a writer had come during the entirely of this, and seeing how sana and Dale grew and changed together.. it was just so well done!

Do you have plans to visit them again, in the future? Couldn't help but notice some things were left unfinished ;) and also I would LOVE to hear certain parts of the story from Dale's perspective. Those last few chapters when we finally *finally* got to peer into who he really is just made me want more!

And again, thank you for all the time and effort you put into this series. I don't think I'll ever forget it! (I also really like some of your shorter series, I went back to read them again too!)

@watch-out-for-them

thanks for sending this in! that's so sweet! i've hoarded this for a month because december flew by so fast

i do have some idea for little bonus stories and for full stories that take place in the same universe/setting (with a name-drop or mention of Dale and Sana etc), but no proper sequel is currently planned. One of the bonuses would be what you mentioned - specifically Chapter 6 (Walk in the Garden) from Dale's POV - as well as other ideas. it is hard to write companions stories from another POV if the main POV is 2nd person lol. I've helpful sorted my handful or ideas into categories because i lov to organize in excel instead of writing (the categories are: pre, mid, & post story; AU; Parody; and Outside POV)

one in particular i wanted to get out before the year ended, but i'm not quite done with it. originally after Chapter 24 (Assassin Aftermath) Sana was going to have a spicy dream about Dale, which is referenced in Chapter 25 as having happened, but which was originally going to be in the story proper. however, not only was a behind in writing with the story ending up longer than i planned, but it became hard to figure out how it would work since Sana thought Dale knew but he didn't and i didn't want be to get confused about that, also Sana wouldn't know the truth of how the Depths worked or Dale's backstory so i couldn't include much of that (because i didnt want ppl to think Dale could lik dreamwalk etc or something). It jsut got to be a weird balancing act that i didnt have time to figure out so i didn't. however, i decided to make a bonus/AU divergence where I changed the fight scene and did have Dale come to talk to Sana after the fight alone and stuff~ happens~.

this side path/AU story is what i wanted to get out over the holidays and which i have made progress on, but still isn't finished. i will try to get it out within the week (the modified end-of-fight to have an obvious reveal is done and i might put out today or tomorrow since its just a tweaked chapter 23). I've got over 3k for the new chapter and have been making progress, it just will not be done today lol

thank you so much for reading and sending in this ask! getting messages and comments and tags like this make all the effort worth it! ^^

#asks #nothing's wrong with dale #dale bonus #story status #news on writing #this bonus will probably b the last think i write/post before the Work Time begins #where i will be unavailable for lik min 3 months lol

[samdeancass]

Requested by @weirdobreakingarea51

Pairing: Damon Salvatore x fem!reader

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“Do you know what?! I don’t know how you can find time to drink yourself into oblivion every night but never have time to see me! It’s getting absolutely pathetic!” Tears were falling down your cheeks as you continued the blazing row you were having with Damon.

He turned around with both fury and frustration evident on his face, two expressions that he hardly ever shown you. “I’d rather be there at the bar than spend time with you! You’re always nagging me about the smallest thing, so why would I want to come and see you! Sometimes, I don’t know why we’re even together! I should just go and find another girl, someone who actually understands me!” 

He regretted the words as soon as they came out of his mouth but before he tried to apologise, you grabbed your coat and ran out of the door with tears now streaming down your face.

Rain pounded against the hood of your coat as you walked through the park, Damon’s words swirling around in your head. You were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn’t notice a darkened figure making their way towards you. They grabbed you, turned you around and bit into your neck before throwing you on the floor, blood quickly oozing out. 

“Tell Damon, he better watch his back. There’s more of us out here, just waiting for the perfect chance to strike.” He chuckled before whizzing away, leaving you to bleed out on the grass. New thoughts clouded your mind as you thought about the argument with Damon and began to cry again. That was going to be the last conversation you ever had with him, you didn’t get to tell him you love him one last time. 

Darkness began to cloud your vision as you heard faint shouts coming from the other side of the park. You tried your best to get up and go towards the voice but you had lost too much blood. “Help!” You intended to shout but it came out as a tiny whisper. As the voice got closer, hope struck you as you realised it was Damon.

“Damon, over here!” You were so lucky that he had super hearing because if he didn’t, he wouldn’t have heard the strangled shout. He rushed over to you, gently pulling your back against his chest. His eyes widened a little when he seen the bite on your neck. “Hey, you’re safe now, I’ve got you.” Tears began to fall as he realised that this was all his fault. 

“Damon, I-I wanna say...” He shook his head, not wanting to hear it. “No, Y/N. This isn’t goodbye.” He bit into his wrist and placed it against your mouth. “Drink, please, before it’s too late.” Usually you were completely against the idea of drinking vampire blood but in this instance, it was the only thing that would save you. 

The warm liquid slipped down your throat and you leaned back against Damon’s chest, feeling the affects already working. “I’m so sorry about what I said, Y/N. It’s you, it’s always been you and it’s always going to be you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me and I am not going to let anything like this happen again. I’m going to stop drinking and prioritise you over everything. I love you so much.” 

He leaned down and placed a passionate and heartfelt kiss to your lips. You kissed him back, putting all of your emotions into it. You broke away and sat up, turning around to face him. “D, the one who attacked me, he told me to tell you to watch your back. That there’s more of them out there just waiting for the right time. What’s going to happen now?”

“Nothing, absolutely nothing is going to happen and I am going to make sure of it. Now, I’m going to get you home so you can take a shower and rest. I will come and see you first thing tomorrow.” He stood up and lifted you in his arms before whizzing you back to your house.

____________

Damon walked through his front door completely dripping wet. Stefan walked into the hallway as soon as he heard the door close. “Where have you been?” Damon looks at Stefan with a love swept look on his face. “I’ve been with Y/N, I’ve been home.” He took a deep breath, trying to keep back the tears that were threatening to fall again. “I thought I lost her for good, Stef. I completely screwed up and said some horrible things to her and she stormed out into the rain. When I went to look for her, I found her nearly dead in the park from a vampire bite.”

Stefan furrowed his eyebrows and crossed his arms over his chest. “Who did it?!” Damon shook his head. “I don’t know, but that’s not what I’m focused on right now. All my attention is going to be on Y/N.” He walked past Stefan and began to walk up the stairs before turning around. “You know, one day I’m going to marry her and make her mine because I know that she is the one, and she always has been.”

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[enchantedblackrose]

Confessions

Pairing: Antonio Dawson/ Fem Reader

Requested: Kinda? Many eons ago by @fabyoliveira1999

Summary: A gunshot wound lands your partner in the hospital. An argument leads to surprising confessions from both of you.

Warnings: Mentions of a gun shot wound, some swearing, Reader self doubt

You’re absolutely livid right now, having just received a phone call you never wanted to get. Antonio is in the hospital. Your stupid, stubborn, sexy partner of one and half years from work got himself shot.

“Idiot,” you mutter aloud to only yourself as you change out of you pajama pants and into a pair of jeans. Off comes your tank top and you pick a semi clean basic tee shirt off your bedroom floor. You head into your bathroom next to tie your hair up in a hurried ponytail. Your boots are on and you’re already out the door and to your car when you wonder if you brushed your teeth. But you don’t care; you have to get to him.

Antonio.

Of the one and half years you’ve been a part of the Intelligence team, you’ve been in love with the seasoned detective for precisely seventeen months. A secret you keep to yourself.

You hate this, all of it, the being in love with him, feeling like you’re not good enough for him, terrified that you might lose him...

It’s easier to focus on the anger. But the harsh reality is Antonio is in the hospital from a gunshot wound. No other information was given. You don’t know his condition. It scares the hell out of you.

The drive to the hospital is a blur. As you rush through the doors, you see a few members from your team. Jay reaches you first. His gaze fixates on you and he sees the fear reflecting in y/e/c eyes. He places a hand on your forearm as if to steady you.

“It was a clean shot to his upper left arm. He’s okay, y/n,” he tells you. The relief you feel has you thinking you may cry. Jay softly repeats his words as he slowly removes his arm from yours. Your sergeant exits a patient room and notices you.

Hank’s gruff voice calls out your last name. “Antonio’s in there asking for his partner. He is not to be at the station today or tomorrow. Now, that’s an order and y/n, it’s your job to make sure he’s compliant. The rest of you meet back at the precinct asap.” You watch your coworkers disperse, then Hank reintegrates that you are to stay with Antonio and gives you a knowing nod. It takes you aback that all you manage to say is “yes, Sarge,” before you walk into Antonio’s room.

Your mouth is open to scold Antonio for his rash actions that led him here, but upon seeing him in the hospital bed, arm wrapped and in a sling, medical equipment still hooked up, you lose the words. You feel tears starting to sting your eyes. He smirks. Your partner actually has the audacity to smirk at you from his hospital bed. Anger floods your body.

“What the hell happened, Dawson? You were going to wait for me before you went back to that crime scene!”

Antonio is unbothered by your yelling. His voice is nonchalant. “I decided it couldn’t wait.”

Your annoyance grows; how could he be so flippant?

“Couldn’t wait,” you echo. “You got fucking shot because ‘you couldn’t wait’!”

“I’ll live,” he says with a shrug from his good side.

“But you didn’t know that for sure. Why? Why would you put yourself in that situation?”

Antonio sighs heavily. “I made a choice-“

“A bad one,” you interject, crossing your arms over your chest.

"Better me getting shot than you, alright?" His genuine concern for you is lost. Instead his words sting; it's like he's confirming all your self doubts.

You frown. "You…you don't think I can handle myself? Or that I am some kind of screw up?"

“Of course not; I lov-," he pauses to gather his thoughts. "Listen, I called you, right? You were still home in bed. Said you were 10 minutes out. I was already close, so I headed towards the scene. Activity started. It looked like things were gonna go south fast. I took action. You don’t have to like it. You don’t have to agree with it, but it happened.”

“There was no one else around. No potential vics. I don’t understand!”

“Enough!” Antonio shouts. “I’m the superior officer. Not you. Me. You don’t get to keep undermining my call! For fuck’s sake, I thought you’d be relieved to see me. Not in here questioning my actions and giving me shit!”

His words cut you like a knife. You’re too stunned to say anything. You bite your lip to keep from crying. Antonio has never once spoken to this way. He’s always treated you as an equal and valued your opinion. Regret washes over Antonio, he opens his mouth to speak, but a light tap on the door interrupts him.

Both of you turn to see Jay’s brother, Doctor Will Halstead. You’re all fairly acquainted with one another, which is why Will is reluctant to come into the room.

“Um,” he says quietly finally retreating from the doorway, “I know you’re about to be discharged soon, Antonio, but there’s a lot of shouting coming from this room. I’m sorry, y/n, I’m going to have to ask you to leave...”   

“I was just about to. Sorry for all the noise.” You turn for the door.

“Wait,” Antonio calls out. “Let her stay, please. No more shouting, Will. I promise.”

Will looks at you, then back to Antonio, then sighs before leaving the room, shutting the door behind him.

An awkward silence fills the room. You shift your weight to your other foot.

“I’m going to go. I’m sorry, Antonio. I really am glad you’re okay. I’ll see if Ruz or Atwater are still here to give you a ride home.”

“Y/n, hold on. I shouldn’t have talked to you like that.”

“It’s fine,” you wave your hand dismissively, desperate to leave.

“No, it’s not. It’s not okay for a partner to talk down to another. And it’s never okay for a man to speak to the woman he loves like that.”

“I...what?” You finally look at him to see him staring at you, a tentative smile on his lips. As you continue to stare at him wordlessly, his smile falters.

“Come here,” he pats a spot on the bed beside him. You oblige unsure of what is happening. “It’s okay if you don’t feel the same. I’ll keep everything professional between us, but I need you to know: I love you. I have for a long time. I...are you crying?” You nod vigorously, unable to speak.  “Because I love you?” He asks, genuinely concerned. You nod again. Through your tears, you’re able to see the look of confusion and worry on Antonio’s face.

“I can’t believe you love me," you confess.

“What’s not to love, nena?”

“I’m not pretty enough,” you say, unable to meet his eyes. “And compared to you, I’m not strong or super smart. I’m nothing like Laura or Sylvie and you loved them. I’m not-“

Surprised, Antonio cuts you off. “Stop. You’re only right about one thing. You’re not Laura or Sylvie, but y/n, I don’t want you to be. You are incredible in so many ways. You’re a badass in Intelligence. You think of things no one else on the team does. You’re brave. Every day you show up ready to take names. You’re sensitive and empathetic when need be, but not naïve, and dios mio you are sexy, but beautiful too.”

A small blush creeps in your cheeks. You want to argue, but Antonio won’t let you. “I’m going to get discharged and I’m going to let you take me home and there I will show you exactly how sexy you are.”

“No,” you say. “I mean I’ll take you home, but you need to rest. You took a bullet to your arm.”

“Or maybe, we won’t wait,” he says ignoring you. He dips his head into your collarbone and traces your neck with his lips. His good arm wraps behind you and pulls you closer before he rests his hand in the back pocket of your jeans. His mouth finds yours. His hand rubs your ass through the denim. His touch and  kiss are so sensual, he elicits a moan from you.

The door swings open.

“A nurse was going to bring these by, but I said I would do it and...oh! Really?” Will looks at you both and shakes his head. Embarrassed, you try to try to pull yourself off of Antonio, but his strong grip isn’t breaking. He just sits there, unabashed. Will sighs and tosses the discharge papers onto the empty chair in the room before walking out. You wait until you hear the click of the door before you giggle.

"Let's get you home," you say. Once again Antonio stops you from leaving his side. He takes your hand in his. His beautiful brown eyes seem almost sad now.

"Y/n, I'm sorry it took me getting shot to tell you how I feel about you. I thought it best to leave it unsaid. I was wrong, but I don't want you to feel obligated to me in any way…"

You press your lips against his, cutting him off. This kiss, unlike the first, is sweet and tender.

"I love you, 'Tonio." You say, pulling back as you gently run a hand through his hair before resting it on his cheek. He leans into your touch, looking relieved at your words.

#antonio dawson fic #antonio dawson x reader #antonio dawson x you #antonio dawson #chicago pd

[bwobgames]

Previous First

"Go first, I'll be right behind you"

"Ah, yes, heights. My newly proclaimed enemy.

This. This thing is sturdy, right? It won't drop me or anything?

Is. Is the floor moving? No, that's just my imagination

I feel like jelly right now"

"Oliver?"

"Ah, yes! Right away!"

He slowly gets in the makeshift rope and climbs down

Luckily, he still has the muscle memory to do it

But his nerves catch him at the last second, causing him to land awkwardly and twist his ankle.

"MOTHERFUCKER"

"Mr. Detective are you okay?!"

Everyone is down there and sees him fall. Embarrasing

"Oliver?! Are you hurt?? Did you break it?? Is it infected?? Apply cold and heat and then cold, and should we get something to straight it up?? Can you move it? Wait, no, dont move it. dont touch it, I-"

"I'm okay !!"

"Really! This is just a rare misstep, I swear im a better detective than this, I even got into a competition once!"

"Does it hurt a lot?"

"Less than being stabbed, that's for sure"

"Don't say that!!"

"You say that because you didn't get stabbed, what a loser"

"You can't sit with us now"

"This is not the time for mean teens!"

"Really, I'm okay, I just twisted it, i think"

"Oh! You're in luck, Mr. Beebo! Seems like some vehicles are approaching"

"Oh! The bomb squad!"

"Do they have paramedics? And maybe firefighters?"

"I just hope they dont have bombs"

"YOU TWO"

"What's the story? What's the drama? What do we agree to put in the article that I'm definitely writing tonight. Also, hand over my book"

"Wha-? You're writing an article about this?!"

"Well, of course! it's a great way to make the rest of the world realize what an absolute bastard this man was!"

"Also, to keep you three out of jail for killing a man"

"Oh... right...."

"Don't worry! We can all just come up with something! There's evidence of him arranging the place so we have that, and of course, the whole toolshed.

I took several pictures of all"

"You can say he put bombs and tried to kill several of us"

"C'mon, give it a bit more spice"

"We had a hard fought battle, and when he thought he had us in the ropes, he fell down the window because he forgot it was the second floor"

"Yeah! I'll add some interesting dialogue"

"Isn't that... illegal?"

"Not as illegal as repeated murder! You could even say it was some cosmic timeline torture"

"... alright, murder attempt. For all of us"

"Let's make a group chat to coincide our alibis"

"That's- I won't question your methods.

Where is... you know... the body?"

"Oh, it's just there, in the snow. I think the family is planning on giving him a burial, but not a pretty one"

"They don't blame you or anything, so you are safe in that area"

"Right. A burial. The body. That's their choice now. This must be difficult for them. Fuck, it's difficult for me.

I might have to change my therapist. This might be too much for her

Ah, this is definitely one of the most painful cases I've had to go through.

But at least I got more than a hospitalization for severe dehydration and 20 dollars this time"

"Wait, I'm not even getting paid. Man."

"Alright, let's go meet the bomb people now"

"Can you stand?"

"It will hurt a little, but I'll be fine, um, can you give me a hand?"

"Oh, of course"

"Let's go"

"...Um"

"Well. Well then. Wow, it sure is warm in here for being in the snow"

"Does it hurt like this? It's still a bit cold, so get closer to me, okay?"

"This man will be the death of me"

"Goodbye"

"Wha- Why are you hiding?"

"The Beebo factory has closed. Please come by tomorrow"

"This is it. This is how I die for real. Heart beat too fast, too many feelings, too much direct contact with man muscles"

"Oh no! My favorite factory!"

"Nooo, when will it open again!"

"Hey! No nuzzling in the factory!"

"Too late! I require my supply of 30 to 40 kisses!"

"You have to pay for those buddy!"

"Nope! I'm a thief! I will steal them right now!"

"Haha, wait, wait! We are going to fall!"

"Ugh"

"I can feel you slowly becoming homophobic"

"Just for these two. They are too grossly in love"

"You are aware that mom will invite them for holidays, right?"

"I will ban the mistletoe. And matching sweaters. And Christmas songs"

"I don't think we will be able to escape it, honestly"

"This is worse than being stabbed"

"Eh, they're funny. I found the detective guy's instagram. Im gonna steal a picture of his cat and say its mine"

"Nice. Tell me if you find Ángel's account to report it"

"Excuse me, are you the owner of this building?"

"Ah, not quite, but I am a representative of the organization that owns it"

"That's all right, could you tell me about the suspected bomb?"

"Well, it's not really suspected..."

The bomb from the second floor explodes

"... It's very much confirmed.

I think it would be better to stay away from the house"

"... we'll do a few calls"

"Ah! Also, do you have anything for first aid? And warm clothes?"

"Ah, of course, follow me"

Ángel and Beebo sit in the first aid vehicle, blanket over them, and warm drinks in hand

#this took me way longer than I anticipated so youll get next part tomorrow #blame sudden hand pain and streamer #yes the competition is a reference to the best detective poll hehe #detective beebo

[laurenairay]

Writing prompts-

So many to choose from but....

3) “Don’t say it. Don’t you dare say it.”- with Oleksiak

3 - “Don’t say it. Don’t you dare say it.” – Jamie Oleksiak

1.2k words.

First prompt of the batch – let’s do this! I hope you enjoy!

*

There he was, standing across the room, in all of his 6ft7 glory. Jamie Oleksiak, the man who still held your heart, despite breaking it over a year ago. If you’d known he’d be here at this bar then you wouldn’t have come anywhere near it, but here you were drink in hand, ready to bolt at the first sign of movement.

Maybe it was a little pathetic, more than a little ridiculous, that this guy still had such a hold over you after shattering your heart into a thousand pieces, but he was Jamie. You could never forget your first real love, not when he looked like that, not when he’d been perfect up until breaking up with you out of the blue. Part of you would always love him, you knew that, but that didn’t mean seeing him laughing and smiling across the room was any easier.

Then again, catching eyes with him was infinitely worse.

Jamie’s beautiful blue eyes locked onto you with an intensity that made your breath hitch in your throat, your whole body freeze up, and by the time you’d recovered enough to shake your head out of your stupor, he was already walking over to you. Brilliant.

“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes. You look just as beautiful as ever.”

“What are you doing here, Jamie?” you sighed, trying desperately to coolly ignore his flirting.

“Can’t a guy want to party every now and again?” he asked, smirking slightly.

Rather than reacting outwardly to that smirk, like the butterflies rioting in your stomach were, you just rolled your eyes.

“I meant here, in Dallas. You fucked off to Seattle after breaking up with me, remember?” you said dryly.

“I didn’t just fuck off to Seattle, I was picked in the expansion draft-” he mused.

Technicality.

“-and we’re playing the Stars tomorrow, so we’re in town for tonight,” Jamie finished, shrugging.

“And that means you’re bothering me…why?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Jamie just grinned, sending shivers down your spine. “If you’re really that bothered by me coming over to say hi, baby, then I’ll go.”

“I’m not your baby,” you shot back.

He just stayed silent as you took a sip of your drink, grin widening when you didn’t tell him to leave, like the idiot you were. Weak and foolish for him, just as you used to be. That much hadn’t changed, clearly.

“So how have you been?” he asked, leaning up against the bar top.

“Good. Better than when you broke my heart. Are you really here to make small talk?”

Jamie winced but laughed softly, shaking his head. “You haven’t changed at all. I’ve missed that. I miss you, that fire I lov-”

“Don’t say it. Don’t you dare say it,” you said sharply.

“Say what?” he murmured, eyes never leaving yours.

“That you love me.”

“Why not? You know it’s true.”

“No, it’s not. You just think you love me because you miss how easy our relationship was,” you said, scowling slightly.

Jamie huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. “I think I know my own feelings. I love you.”

“Yeah, right, okay let’s pretend for one second that you love me – what does that change, hm? Does that magically solve anything? You broke up with me, remember?” you scoffed.

“Sweetheart, come on…”

“Don’t call me sweetheart! Jesus, Jamie, what is going on with you?” you asked incredulously, “You broke up with me. You have made no attempt to contact me at all and here you are saying you miss me? That you love me? What is this bullshit?”

“It’s not bullshit. I was an idiot, sweetheart, leaving you behind when I should’ve begged for you to come with me. I missed you the second I stepped on that plane and I’ve been kicking myself for not fighting harder, for taking what I thought was the easy way out. And then I was too ashamed to call you, to text you, when I knew you deserved better. When I saw you across the bar tonight, it felt like I got a second chance to make things right with you. Please tell me I still have a chance?”

Your lips parted in shock as the words poured out of his mouth, far more eloquent in revealing his feelings than he ever had been when the two of you were together. In all honesty, you were stunned, confused, flustered, and so many other things, all of his words ones that you’d wanted to hear for so long and yet now that you’d heard them? It was overwhelming to say the least.

“Jamie, I…”

You trailed off into silence, not finding the words as his continued to overwhelm you, Jamie just standing there staring at you, his pretty blue eyes pleading their case.

“I don’t know what to say,” you eventually murmured, hands clutching at your empty drink glass.

The confidence in his body seemed to drain away, causing him to lean even more against the bar. “I guess I picked the worst possible place to try to win you back, huh?”

You chewed your bottom lip briefly before you sighing, smiling sadly. “Yeah I’m not really sure what you expected to happen, J.”

Something in his eyes sharpened at the use of his nickname, and he tilted his eyes as he made eye contact with you properly again, sending shivers down your spine once more.

“If I called you, would you answer?”

“What?” you asked, confused.

“If I picked up the phone and called you, like I wish I’d done hundreds of times over, would you answer?” he repeated, staring you down.

“Uh, depends on the context, I guess,” you said hesitantly.

“I want to fight for us. I already told you that I know I’m an idiot for breaking up with you. So if I called you, every day, to restart what I should never have thrown away, would you give me that second chance?”

Your breath hitched in your throat at the implication of his words. “You want us to try long distance?”

“It could work. We don’t know until we try, right? I know that I don’t deserve you to even give this a shot, but I’ll get down on my knees right here right now to beg you if you want,” Jamie said, eyes serious even if he was smiling.

“Oh my god J, don’t kneel down here, the floor is disgusting,” you groaned, cheeks heating regardless at the thought of the action.

Jamie grinned, stepping a little closer to you, those traitorous butterflies igniting in your stomach again. “So you’ll answer if I call?”

You bit your bottom lip as you stared deeply into his blue eyes, gasping softly as his hand moved to rest on your waist.

“I…I guess I can answer the phone. But I’m not promising more than once,” you said simply.

You had to protect your heart. If he couldn’t deliver what he promised, fighting for the two of you long distance, making up for breaking your heart, then you couldn’t put yourself through that again. But he was right – you didn’t know until you tried, and you knew you would regret it if you said no.

“Baby you won’t regret this, I promise,” he said happily, hands squeezing your waist to punctuate his words.

You could only hope he was right this time.

#my writing #jamie oleksiak blurb #prompt list blurbs #jamie oleksiak x reader #jamie oleksiak imagine #jamie oleksiak fic #jamie oleksiak fanfic #hockey blurb #hockey imagine #nhl blurb #nhl imagine

[haleigh-sloth]

What do you think about the moment Dabi burned Toga’s home down? This isn’t a way to disagree with you btw, I just see surprisingly little people talking about it

When that chapter dropped, there wasn't too little people talking about it, plenty were, especially in the space I was in, because a widespread take on that scene was that Touya was like embracing the LOV as his fucking family or something

I saw lots of takes I both agreed and disagreed with. When the chapter came out I was already experiencing my hardcore rejection of the LOV found family bullshit so my reading wasn't so sappy of it, but I did read it as a moment of compassion for Touya out of everything else we've seen from him. And even now, when I'm pretty comfortable embracing Touya for the dramatic, generally uncaring person that he is in canon, I still feel that it was meant to come across as a soft moment for him. Too many things surrounding it still support that, but what I don't vibe with is:

"Touya is Toga's big brother!"--no

2. "Touya thinks of Toga as family!"--no where did people even get this take

And then a different type of take that I still feel is stupid:

3. "Touya was MAniPUlaTInG TOGA INTO STAYING A VILLAIN"--also no, what

Reasons the first two takes, to me, are dumb and are completely rejected by canon:

That moment was it, THAT WAS IT. THERE WAS NOTHING ELSE. I took the L on Toga going after Hawks for revenge, I got that part wrong, but I was NOT wrong when I said Toga and Touya are not about to form some dynamic duo and create this revenge plot together to solidify their friendship with the LOV. THAT did not happen. And at this point it's not going to.

Touya burning her house means a number of things now that we have more context on Touya's past, because at the time we didn't.

Touya and Toga and Tomura share similarities in their family lives, but what Toga and Touya have in common is that, unlike Tomura, their families are alive. So they both are left with this untouched grief of losing them, even though they're not gone. And this hits even harder when 9 chapters later we get the chapter where Touya WENT BACK HOME. Just like Toga. Looking at the moment in context, I think Touya was just hardcore relating to Toga, because why wouldn't he? He did the same. fucking. thing. she did. To some extent, he does know how she's feeling more than anyone else probably can.

However, that's where it stops. He relates, and then he burns the house down that holds nothing but painful memories for her. But he doesn't do this to his own house, and we know he could have because he burned that orphanage down, so it's SUCH a mystery why he didn't burn his own house down when he had the perfect opportunity. I wonder WHYYYYYY. Seriously though, I read him burning her house as him hardcore projecting, AND his way of telling her to leave it all behind like he did, because there's no going back, and there's no point in holding onto the past (funny coming from someone whose so tied to his past it's slowly cooking him alive). Toga says she views this as a kind gesture, and I think for Touya, it was kind. But the thing is that Touya and Toga are very different. Toga at that time was still holding onto some semblance of hope. We know this because she went after Izuku as soon as the war started. She isn't suicidal like Touya, she isn't sacrificial like Twice, she doesn't feel that she has NO reason to live like Spinner, and she doesn't want to actually get rid of everything like Tomura. She is nothing like the League, and MAN we are seeing all of that happening in real time now! Touya telling Toga to smile, imo, isn't as sweet and sappy as everyone thinks it is. Because Touya himself doesn't even believe in what he's saying. Touya talks about tomorrow, laughing, smiling. But meanwhile, he's trying to kill himself. So people reading this as this beautiful gesture of hopefulness to Toga (who at the time, still had way more hope in her than any of the LOV), I feel are ignoring Touya's character. He is the last person you should be taking "hopeful" advice from, as he himself doesn't believe in it, and he isn't sitting there hoping to see Toga smile by giving her Twice's blood. That's not what Toga is doing with it right now. Currently in canon she's having an emotional break down because of Twice's blood. So maybe don't look at that moment as this sweet optimistic message from Touya to Toga. But maybe that's just me.

Other things unrelated to just Toga and Touya about that chapter: THAT WAS NOT A HAPPY CHAPTER. Switch over to Spinner and Tomura and what do you see!! BADD bad things happening. AND THEY WERE BAD. We saw the fall out from it on Spinner, we saw what Tomura whose "sake" he was doing all of this for. Just, that was not a happy chapter, it was a melancholy chapter with a lot of hints of despair. The chapter cover is a picture emulating grief, spider lilies, Toga painted like Twice. And it directly contrasts with chapter 342 where it's much more light hearted and all three kids talk about their feelings toward their villains. It's not a happy chapter and it's not supposed to be. And further context with all the chapters that have come out since this support this.

Now, the last take:

3. Touya probably could manipulate people around him if he ever so wanted to, but honestly I don't see his character giving even that much of a shit to do that. He's got his mind focused on one thing and that's it. Why is he manipulating Toga to stay? He's not lol. My own guess is that if Toga did run off, he wouldn't give a shit. In fact, she DID run off in the PLF war and, well, he didn't give a shit. I don't think much has changed. Idk why I'm even entertaining this take because this was just another attempt at both hero standom and the radical villain standom who hate Touya (because he ruins their found family uwu) to make him out worse than he is. So I find this take incredibly dumb. Toga is the most free willing member of the LOV at this point, SHE ALWAYS HAS BEEN. She doesn't need Touya's magical AFO powers to make her stay.

I'm being very harsh on Touya, but he's still my #2 fav, and he's still very special to me and I still have the same ending in mind I've had since 2020 when I started the manga. The thing about Touya is that he really is this uncaring person, because the entire point is that he's detached himself. But what's funny is that he's been separated from his family members the entire story and he's been able to remain detached. As soon as Endeavor and Shouto are in front of him he's no longer keeping his cool (hehe). His fight with Shouto, the way his flames were going absolutely nuts reflecting his emotions reflecting on his past, TELLING SHOUTO HIS PAST CHOICES, and then of course the way the fight came to a halt with the panel of Touya and Shouto crying--those walls are starting to break. But it's happening in the most Touya-way it possibly can. The family he lost and is now trying to destroy with his entire being is what's getting through to him now, even Shouto! Who he doesn't know, and who he's certainly not done with.

So yeah, Touya rant about chapter 341--the night that chapter dropped was kind of annoying because of these 3 takes floating around but we've gotten so much more context on Touya since then that I can safely say this is how I view the scene. It was a relatable moment for Touya seeing Toga go back home, why wouldn't it be, and that's it.

#todoroki touya #toga himiko #bnha asks #anonymous #todofam

[fj10gaa]

"An Intermission" (Villain!Izu AU)

Reposting my fic on AO3

Ship: Shigadeku

Rating: Not Rated

Word-count: 3974

The LoV members are worried about Izuku because he seems lonely these days. So they asked their boss, Shigaraki to take him somewhere fun and cheer him up. For that reason, a dependable boss Shigaraki brought Izuku to a gaming arcade.

"Who wants to go to McDonald's with me?" "ME!!" "I’ll go with you." ”I’ll pass.” “Oh, come on! It won’t take so long!!” “I have to go to cram school. Can’t help it.” “Which is more important to you,me or studying?!! ”

The City at 4 pm is covered in warm orange twilight. There are a lot of people, and many of them are students after school. students who go to cram schools, who go to karaoke, who go to fast food restaurants with their friends, who go to part-time jobs. There is a duo in the crowd wearing black and red hoodies, Shigaraki and Izuku, who were also on their way home. "It’s so noisy, isn’t it?" The guy in the black hoodie, Shigaraki got a bit annoyed and said so while he was glaring at them on the sidewalk . "… That's right." The guy in the red hoodie, Izuku muttered. He seems miles away. "Hey, are you ok?" Shigaraki took a looks at the green fluffy head walking to the left side of him. Izuku seemed to be looking somewhere far away. When Shigaraki tried to look in the same direction, there were high school students who are the same age as Izuku. They were gathering and laughing together with happiness.

"He must be jelly!!" Toga leaned forward and said with her well-projected voice while she was sitting on one of the counter seats. Her voice echoed loudly through the quiet atmosphere of the bar. "Jelly for what?" Shigaraki put one of his elbow on the bar counter, and he frowned. "Well, it's school life!" "School life?" Shigaraki repeated the exact same words that Toga said. He didn't seem to understand what it meant yet. Then Kurogiri, who was polishing the glass, stopped his misty black hands and added some explanation for his boss. “ I think she has got a point there. Izuku Midoriya publicly died in an accident when he was a junior high school student, and he joined in the LoV just after that. So he couldn't have enough time in school, with his friends. It would make sense.” “If I were a high school student, I would hang out with my friends. That’s what young people do, right? ” Spinner, who leaned against the wall and listened to their conversation, agreed with Toga's opinion. Toga heard Spinner’s words, then she pointed at him with her happy face just like she was saying “see!?” "… Tomura Shigaraki,I’m afraid this is none of my business, but Izuku Midoriya handles his task well everyday. What about giving him some carrots for a treat? " Kurogiri suggested to his boss. "It sounds terrible to go out with their own boss. But Izuku likes you, boss." Spinner agreed and nodded. "That's right, it's good for you to get out of the room and do things other than gaming once in a while." Toga said so and patted him on the left shoulder. It seemed that the rogues of the LoV are surprisingly unified than Shigaraki expected. At the next moment, everyone in the bar told Shigaraki to invite Izuku to hang out, and have fun together.

But Shigaraki has no idea for this kind of situation. Because he has no experience to hang out with his friends, or he might not have any friends. So Shigaraki struggled a bit and worked out one good idea at last. “There is no time like the present.” Shigaraki decided to invite him to hang out right away. Luckily there is a mission tomorrow, Shigaraki and Izuku are going to take part in.

"Hey Izuku, ah… do you have time after this?" Shigaraki felt uncomfortable and put his hands into the pockets of his black hoodie. Is it so hard to invite someone to hang out? Shigaraki thought over it. "Yeah, I do.” As soon as Shigaraki heard Izuku's answer, Shigaraki just embraced Izuku's shoulder and brought him to a place. and the place was …

"Why?"

Izuku, who was holding a plastic toy gun in both hands asked so. Smell of cigarettes, huge noisy electronic sounds, dark but also there are tons of colorful dazzling lights. The place where shigaraki took Izuku was a gaming arcade in the city. There is a large screen that is bigger than them. And vibrant zombies appeared on it. "It’s a shooting game. Have you ever played it?" Shigaraki, coming back from the exchange, asked him while he was crouching and putting coins into the slot. There are sounds of coins falling. "No. What is happening right now? You always go straight to the HQ after you finish work." " I just feel like it. Hey, it started now… Or you're scared of zombies? " Shigaraki tilted his head and provoked him with a laugh. "… I am not scared." Izuku turned to the screen in front of him, and shot into the zombie's head with a toy gun. The head of a zombie popped off with a strong power that they couldn’t imagine from a cheap plastic gun. Splashed sticky blood stuck to the screen,and ran on it slowly also noisomely. The body without a neck fell to the ground.

"You’re good at shooting! Here, they’re coming more!"

Talking about Shigaraki, He actually felt relief at the moment. Because he’s worried about whether Izuku likes Shigaraki’s favorite place or not. But now as he can see, Izuku looks like he's having more fun in this place than Shigaraki imagined. It’s good for both of them.

At first, Izuku handled the zombies that came out one by one, waiting in a line. But as the stage moved on, he was at the mercy of the zombies that appeared from all over the place, up, down, left then right. On the other hand, Shigaraki hit the bullet into their head precisely with practiced hands. Sometimes Shigaraki saw Izuku was struggling with so many numbers of zombies, and Shigaraki shot some of them that Izuku failed to shoot down.

However, with the fourth continuation screen in sight, Izuku finally gave up. "Why are you so good at this, Tomura-kun?" "It’s nothing.” Shigaraki said so but there is a glorious word “CONGRATULATIONS” on the screen. Shigaraki actually beat all the stages so easily. But Izuku’s feelings got hurt by the defeat even though he bearded the lion in his den.

I can't finish like this Something … Is there any game I've played before? Izuku looked around the room like a wild rabbit looked around from the burrow. "Hey, I wanna play with that this time!" Izuku suggested Shigaraki so, and pointed at one corner of the arcade.

“Air hockey! I didn’t play with it for a while.” Shigaraki walked to the air hockey table and picked up the smasher. The plastic smasher, which has become dull and dull over the years, is chained to prevent theft. When shigaraki moves it, it makes noises that a chain hits other parts of chains. Izuku went around to the other side of the table, bent over and dropped one or two coins into the coin slot. "It's so nostalgic! I used to play it with Kacchan…I mean my childhood friend. His mom brought us to the gaming arcade.” Izuku carefully rolled up the loose hems of his bright red hoodie. Rugged arms covered with scars appeared. "I thought you two don't get along" "We were good friends a long time ago. But I don't hate him anyway, I actually l … "

CLASH A big noise came. A noise, Shigaraki hit the puck——a plastic disk is used for air hokey like a ball——straight to the goal of Izuku’s side.

At the same time, the light decorated the air hockey table gave out flashy light like drawing waves. A slightly cracked electronic sound rang out from the shining hockey table. The scoreboard on the Shigaraki side switched from 0 to 1. Shigaraki saw Izuku caught off guard and got surprised.

"I got the first point!" Shigaraki pointed at Izuku with a hand holding the smasher. Shigaraki put a clumsy smile on his face while saying that.

“It’s cheating! Where is your sportsmanship?!” ”A point is a point. There is no damn cheating or timeout.” ”Ughhhh!! Fine, fine!” Izuku bent down a bit to pick the puck up. Then Izuku hit the serve and continued the game. Shigaraki’s smasher captured the puck that Izuku hit. Then the puck made a noise when it hit Shigaraki’s smasher, and returned to the court of Izuku’s side. They repeated this back and forth again and again.

"Hey, Tomura-kun. Wanna bet something?” “Like, buy a drink for the winner?” “No, that sounds boring! What about our secrets?” “secrets?” “Yeah, the loser reveals one embarrassing secret to the winner.” “Does it sound fun for you?” “Of course yes! First to get 3 points wins, get it?” “Got it.”

CLASH

The pack that bounced off the wall passes through Shigaraki’s arm, and enters the goal of Shigaraki’s side. "Aaaand, now I’m one step closer to your secret." “It became just a tie score.” Shigaraki hit the serve with light force.

"I’m really curious about your secret. I wonder what you’re hiding under your grumpy face, Tomura Shigaraki?" "Hmm, what like I ate somebody's chocolate ice cream that was in the freezer yesterday? " “Wait, that was you?” Izuku got surprised and looked straight at Shigaraki. The puck went through between Izuku’s arms, the arms frozen in surprise. “I thought Spinner or somebody bought that.” "I won't forgive you." Izuku’s smasher flipped the puck quickly. "I’ll buy the same ice cream on the way home." "Of course!! But Are you thinking that's enough for what you did?" "I'll buy another one if you like." “I forgive you now.” Izuku hit the puck with strong force. The puck crossed through the court of Shigaraki’s side and hit the wall with a sound. The bounced puck hit Shigaraki’s left hand and went to the goal. Izuku got a point. "it's a match point for each other." "Yeah" They got sweaty and panted a bit. Shigaraki hit a serve again.

CLASH

A can of juice fell into the take-out port of the vending machine. Izuku slipped his hand into the gap in the plastic lid of the take-out port, and took out a bright red can of cola. The can that he just took out is cold. Izuku felt good as the heat of his warmed body went away, when he wrapped the can with both hands. He opened the can and drank a sip. The sweetness of the caramel spread throughout his mouth, and it popped in his mouth. Izuku headed for Shigaraki waiting on the bench near the vending machine. Izuku sat down next to him. Shigaraki was sitting on a plastic bench and leaning against the back wall. In his hand, there was a can of Dr. Pepper. Izuku was a little impressed by him dexterously holding the can with only four fingers so as not to break it. Izuku wondered, what If he holds the can with five fingers? Will it break only the can and I can see the splash of Dr. Pepper? Izuku thought It must be funny to see Shigaraki upset covering Dr. Pepper.

"So, What's your secret?"

Shigaraki leaned against the wall and looked at Izuku, who sat next to him. After that, Shigaraki won a long rally battle and a bet.

"hmm…My biggest and embarrassing secret is I love Katsuki Bakugo." "… I know that even if you won’t lose." "No, what I meant is I’m in love with him."

They were talking without eye contact because they were so awkward. Instead of looking at each other, Izuku was looking at the bright red can in his hands, Shigaraki was looking at the poster on the wall. In the soda advertisement on the wall, high school boys and girls were laughing brightly. The salubrious marketing phrase "Let's enjoy your youth!", makes Shigaraki even more uncomfortable. Fortunately, however, they were sitting next to each other, so they didn't feel unnatural even though they avoided eye contact.

"Yeah, I know because you're easy to understand. You love him like you wanna go on a date and have sex with him, right? " Shigaraki told Izuku like he’s teasing him. Shigaraki wanted to change the mood before he became overwhelmed by frustration. Because what happened at the place is kind of his worst nightmare. Shigaraki heard a thing he didn't want, even if Shigaraki knows everything already.

"You ruined my biggest confession, jerk."

Izuku made a dissatisfied face. Shigaraki felt relief when he saw Izuku was saying so. Shigaraki doesn’t wanna argue with Izuku about Bakugo. Because Shigaraki thinks Izuku would never look back at him if it happened.

“but I didn't understand why you're in love with such a rough man like Bakugo.” “Don’t say so. He is a good man, you just didn’t know him well. Do you remember he has been my longing person since I was small? He is my first crush but also I look up to him. ” “I am the only person who knows him, blah blah blah. ” "… you really don’t like Kacchan, don’t you?" "I am a villain. Is there any reason I like him?" "I don't think that's everything you have." Izuku Suddenly looked towards Shigaraki. Shigaraki noticed it and stared back at Izuku’s eyes. The bright red can of cola in Izuku's hands was covered with water droplets due to its coldness and the heat of Izuku’s hands. The droplets that cover the cans fall to the ground, leaving traces of water on the floor of the arcade.

"The loser is you. You are the one who should reveal the secret. I won a bet."

Shigaraki doesn't want anybody to find out this kind of feeling. Especially he doesn't want Izuku to notice it, especially in such a situation where he can't win. There is no more miserable thing than that.

Shigaraki turned away from Izuku's eyes again. Don't let Izuku know the inside of Shigarki’s chest.

"Do you know you have no chance with him? I've never heard of a couple of villains and heroes." "Ouch! You hurt me… but It’s ok that I can't be with him. that‘s why I’m here." “Huh?” “I can’t imagine that Kacchan and I are together in the first place. Then the only thing I want from him is his attention.” “Is that a reason you joined the LoV? I might have to put a failed stamp on your resume.” ”You know, love will easily go away but hate never left. Especially in the case that someone who they hate became a villain. It was good for me anyway.” “You are really twisted.” “Thank you! also…” Izuku Stood up from the bench and said,

"The more he doesn't look back at me, the more I wanna chase him."

Izuku said and laughed at shigaraki, but his smile looked sad on Shigaraki’s red eyes.

"I know how you feel."

Shigaraki muttered in a low voice so Izuku couldn’t hear it. The boy in the red hoodie grabbed the same bright red can he had and drank the rest of the tepid cola all at once. Then He threw the can into the trash box a little further away, just like throwing a basketball into the hoop. And he made it. The boy raised his fist in a whole-in-one.

"Okay, break time is over! It’s a gaming arcade here, we need prizes!!” “You’re right. Let's get back to take a look around.”

Shigaraki stood up from the bench and walked after Izuku. Soft toys, key chains, figures, snacks, there are various prizes in the claw machine corner. Shigaraki frowned at the bright light that pierced the LED that strongly illuminated the prize. As for Izuku, he was looking for a best prize while shaking the bright red hood. There are many hero goods in these prizes, and Izuku was fascinated by them. "LOOK AT THIS ONE! It’s an All Might figure. Do you know this is not for sale? we have to win a prize if we want." "No hero goods allowed in our HQ." "OK…oh, wait! That one is so adorable!!" “Hey! ”

Shigaraki followed after Izuku ran to the prize. By the time Shigaraki caught up with Izuku, Izuku was putting coins on the platform of a claw machine. There were soft toys of black fluffy bunnies on the other side of the glass.

"I've never done this kind of thing, but there must be a possibility of winning, right?" “Sure. there is a law about this.”

Izuku pushed the button and carried the crane right above the rabbit.

"I’m guessing I’m good at this." “You think so?”

The crane grabbed the rabbit's head completely … For a moment, the crane slipped around the rabbit's head. The poor bunny fell and hit the ground. Shigaraki, who was watching Izuku playing from behind, burst out laughing.

"You did it perfectly." "Stop laughing! It's more difficult than you think."

Izuku added a coin and tried it once again.

“I can grab it but…fall.” “Let me try it.” “Do you know how to deal with this?” "Look at this video, they said you should aim for the tag."

Shigaraki let Izuku see the screen of his phone. One video, named “TIPS YOU WILL BEAT CLAW MACHINES ”,was projected on the screen of his phone.

"Wow, I didn’t know there’s this kind of video online lately." “Let’s try this tip and… look” “It seems like we can take it in a few times!!”

Shigaraki’s words were right. He brought the bunny into the goal in a few plays as he said. At the moment when They heard the sound of it falling in the take-out port, Shigaraki just looked at Izuku’s face and had a proud expression on his face. Izuku’s big dark green eyes were sparkling more than usual with excitement. Shigaraki leaned down and reached out to the fluffy one. He took the bunny out carefully and slowly so as not to break the rabbit that he won. The black rabbit in Shigaraki's arm is very light and soft, unlike his hands. Shigaraki handed the rabbit to Izuku and let him hold it.

"It’s yours." "Really!?" "You wanted it, right?…or do you think I love those fluffy stuff?" "…Thank you, I'll treasure it." "You're welcome." Shigaraki also felt happiness at this moment because Izuku looked so joyful. His soft cheeks were colored slightly red while smiling. Shigaraki wished Izuku was happy not just about the gift, but also he felt happiness with how Shigaraki cares about him.

“You know, there is one thing we left to do here.” “What is it?” “It’s Purikura!!!” “The photo booth? We’re not high school girls.” "Come on! Toga-chan told me there are costume rentals. " “Sometimes I forget she is a high school girl.” “Yes she is… oh, wait It seems we are not allowed to enjoy the Purikura…” " What?…Men are not allowed to enter the venue? How come?"

There was a warning on the wall.

“It must be for a security reason. It’s sad but we should leave it. ” “The more they say no, the more I want to do it. Nobody cares anyway.” “yeah?” ”Villains do bad things.”

The duo wearing red and black hoodies went through the arch at the entrance to the photo booth corner. It's not a big deal, but Izuku was delighted that it was strangely fun to sneak out and do something like this. Izuku wishes there is no certain distance between Shigaraki and himself. but Izuku felt Shigaraki was hiding something in his chest because Izuku knows that his blood-like red eyes sometimes stare Izuku plaintively. Izuku got confused, and took a distance from Shigaraki sometimes, because of that. Izuku has asked him once like “Did I do something wrong to you?” but Shigaraki just said “No” and he nonchalantly cast his eyes aside.

“I see, we should choose background patterns first. This one is kinda cute. What do you think? ” "Just choose whatever you like." “Okay, okay… done with settings, here comes shooting time!”

Shigaraki was being crazy about making Izuku happy too much, he forgot he doesn't like to take photos. Even while he was regretting a bit, Shigaraki was grabbed by Izuku and taken into the photo booth. Shigaraki was surprised because the power of Izuku’ arms was so strong. Shigaraki decided to ask the doctor to perform a body modification surgery after he got home. Anyway, they got into the photo booth. Inside the photo booth, there is a camera, a monitor, and another big light in front, and a green screen for compositing on the back. Izuku tapped the screen "Tap when ready to shoot", and started it. He went down to the back.

Let’s start shooting, sweeties! Put your hand on your cheek! 3.2.1click… you are so kawaii!! "Wait, is there a voice instruction!?" "It seems so."

Let's move on to the next photo, make a cute cat's hands on your head! 3.2.1 Say mew-mew! click…you look so good! "Mew mew” "I am a dog person…” “Hey give me a smile, Tamura-kun!” ”I’m doing my best.”

Let's make a huge heart! Use your whole body!! 3.2.1click you’re good at this!! "Ughh, hurts!" " This reminds me of the fusion from Dragon Ball"

Here came an announce, and said “photo shooting is over. Move to a doodle booth.” "This is so hard and busy!" "It's so damn hard to keep rising myself up according to the instructions.” By the time they moved to the doodle booth, both of them got a little sweaty. There was another screen with two plastic pencils. On the screen, there are pictures that were taken just a moment ago.

"Can you believe this, Tomura-kun? It retouched the scars on your face, those are gone…" “Oh no, your eyes are also weird. Too huge.” They took a look for a while and started doodling.

"I’ll put cat ears on your head…nice…." "There is a BFF stamp. I thought BFF is an obsolete word.”

A few minutes later, they were waiting for their masterpiece to come out. Then, the red lamp now printing near the receiving port was switched to the green lamp completed, and a single sheet fell off. Izuku, who was waiting in front of the port, picked it up immediately! Izuku cut the sheet along the easy cut line, and handed half of it to Shigaraki. “I’m feeling like I lost something…” “You lost nothing, Tomura-kun! Wait a second, I’ll send you data that I downloaded now…huh? What is this?” “What’s wrong?” "I received phone calls from Kurogiri, a lot." "Oh, I forgot to report after our mission." “He must be angry.” “That’s right…hey, aren't you hungry by the way? Let’s go eat some before Kurogiri’s lecture time” “Are you sure? It’ll make the situation worse.” “People said you cannot fight on an empty stomach. So let’s go! I wanna go to McDonald's. I haven’t eaten it for a while because of Kurogiri.” “…Fine. let’s share the same fate. l’ll send a short massage to Kurogiri in case.”

Izuku was swiping the screen quickly, and sent some words “the mission was completed” to Kurogiri. After that, they went to the outside through the hustle and bustle of electronic sounds and the narrow path of the game consoles. The night breeze passed right beside their cheeks when the front door opened. The city at night when the sun went down was full of bustle but there is a bustle different from the evening They took a step from there and the two headed to a nearby junk food store, following the smell of junk food meat and oil.

The end

#shigadeku #tomudeku #弔出 #死出

[tetsutits]

akaashi keiji x reader—kissing in the rain, reader has hair. unedited, just fluff <3 an: there is nobody else that i'd rather kiss in the rain other than akaashi i lov him

you feel something wet drop onto the side of your cheek, and another one on the palm of your hand when you reach up to inspect.

"is it—raining?" akaashi mumbles, more to himself than to you.

you catch him staring up at the obsidian sky, mouth slightly agape and face confused, "..sprinkling, yeah," you hum, following his actions.

you notice how the droplets keep falling, gathering more and more around you, pooling and making puddles in the ground. the time passes, and soon enough—it's pouring, loud and heavy around you. but you both still don't make any effort to move, stuck in your places.

you're both going to get sick—you think. tomorrow will come and the after effects of standing in the pouring rain will get to you. every time you breath is feels like ice is poured into your lungs. it's silent—other than the sound of the rain hitting the hard ground.

you must've gotten lost in your thoughts when you feel something warm grasp your hand, and you finally look down from the dark sky.

akaashi stands, breathing heavily, with his hand around yours. the water drips from the ends of his dark, wavy hair. only now do you notice that you're both completely drenched, clothes soaking up all the rain.

"don't you think we should go?" you smile at him, blinking away the water that beads on your eyelids.

"hm.." he hums, the corners of his mouth slightly tilt upwards as he looks back at you, "I think we should stay for a while, no?" suddenly he grabs your other hand and yanks to to him, body fully pressed against his, you wrap your arms instinctively around his neck.

"we're going to get sick!" you try and yell over the sound of the rain, staring up at his deep blue eyes, "you'll hate me tomorrow!"

"dummy, i could never hate you," he laughs, eyes soft as he looks down at you. one of his hands rests at your waist while the other comes up to brush the wet strands of hair away from your face.

his warm palm rests over your cheek, thumb caressing the skin of your face slowly. he stares at you, analyzing every mark, every blemish, and scars on your face. his eyes hold a certain kind of love as he counts the things he loves about you. from the way your damp eyelashes move as you blink—to the way your lips shine under the light.

he kisses you—lips soft, and wet, and you sigh softly, reciprocating his actions. his arms tighten their hold around you, pulling you even closer until almost your entire body is in contact with his.

and he wants to keep it that way. he wants to have you with him always. he wants to keep you close and take care of you. he wants to hold your hand forever and ever, always having you by his side.

you tilt your face a little, aching to have more of him when his warm tongue swipes over your bottom lip and enters your mouth. your body shudders from the sensation, fists coming up to grab him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him even deeper.

the rain looks like it doesn't have any intention of slowing down, pouring continuously—leaving you breathless. once you finally pull away, looking up at him, you laugh. the sound drowned out the by rain but he looks at you and thinks you're the most beautiful thing he's laid his eyes upon. even with your drenched hair and clothes, even when he knows he'll end up sick tomorrow—each moment spent with you feels like he's the happiest man on earth.

"c'mon loverboy," you untangle your arms from around him, still smiling, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards your car, "you can kiss me all you want when we're dry."

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ok bnha event talk<3

Siegfried: I'll take care of things here. Captain, you go help the boy. Before Siegfried can finish his sentence, captain sprints to the boy's aid.

captain my captain....but also 1) captain jumping off a cliff Again 2) deku doing the same jkabskbkjasd vyrn later going 'well thats our captain, but why did U do it kid' LIKEEEEE

Vyrn: So, about that… Hmm, let me explain what might've happened to you as simply as I can. Deku, Bakugo… You two have somehow been transported from your world to ours. Izuku Midoriya: What? I knew something was off when I fell from the cliff and saw nothing but the sky below me. I can't believe we're in a different world… Vyrn: Well, I wouldn't worry about it too much. Things like this just happen sometimes.

rly do like that in the past couple collabs theyre like yah....this happens...anyway

Vyrn: Yeah! Whaddya say, captain? You're not just gonna leave these boys to fend for themselves, are ya? Captain: I guess they can tag along. Izuku Midoriya: Ahaha, sorry for putting you out… Katsuki Bakugo: Tch! Did you already forget who saved both of your sorry asses back there? Vyrn: Haha… Captain's just joking! Our captain's really caring, I promise!

exchanges that were made for me. i lov whenever captains like "uh well ig u can come:/" cuz its always so funny. more of this

Captain: Everything will be all right. Vyrn: Yeah, tomorrow we'll take you back to captain's ship. We've got plenty of comrades there, and they're all super friendly! Well, for the most part… Save for a few reformed baddies and, uh… a few really bad eggs.

KJADBJKAD KNOWING LOBELIAS IN THE EVENT TOOOO especially since theyre always 'lobelia are u doing something weird>:( oh nier and haase<3 yes ud nvr do something bad we know<3' when its nier & haase thats lying through their teeth. hilarious stuff. but also i do like these kinda dialogues cuz its. thats. thats just what it is on the crew

also lobelias part, with toga mentioning captain smells like blood. stares at that one msq scene at the justice island. aauughhhh........but also cuz captains smell of blood is likely soo heavily /their own/. guy who died once. guy whos constantly close to dying.

Misiah of Despair: You're right. There's no meaning to the life of a primal unable to fulfill their purpose… Only suffering.

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#stardust speaking ! #gbf spoilers// #i like when collab events has some new gbf chara. i always end up liking them a lot #ive nvr consumed bnha in my entire life and i know so very little about it but i want five more of that froggy girl. adore her. big sisters #are so cute. also i had no idea toga was like THAT..............i knew SOMETHING was up but i nvr. i didnt know.... #i fully understand why they added lobelia now but also its so fkng funny