#as in: not to scare her. to warm her up to my sudden arrival before i appear

[to-fu]

my easily jumpscared gf has her back to the door in our new place and every time i need to announce myself like im an angel of god

#farts #p #as in: not to scare her. to warm her up to my sudden arrival before i appear

[jihyoruri]

❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 CHANEL GIRLFRIENDS kim minji x fem!reader

🎸★ ͘ ⴰ yn of lesserafim and minji of new jeans, both are ambassadors of the worldwide known luxury brand chanel, they’re also known as the chanel girlfriends.

a series of short oneshots and compilations that convinced the world that the “chanel girlfriends” are definitely not just two girls who are friends.

PARING — kim minji x lsrfm!reader

minji pulling a reverse card on yn for five minutes 987k views

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🎸★ ͘ ⴰ clip one

"I honestly don't know why filming tiktoks is taken so seriously," yn remarked to the camera as she strolled through the bustling halls of hybe. "filming behind-the-scenes for it seems a bit dramatic, don't you think?" she chuckled, her playful demeanor momentarily halted when her manager shot her a scolding glare

"I think you guys will be happy with who I'm doing this trend with," yn continued, her tone laced with mischief. "on weverse, I mentioned seeing natty and julie from kiss of life do this, and I wanted to try it too, but not with my boring members," she teased, fully aware that her bandmates would likely come for her for the comment later. "so, I asked who you wanted me to do this with, and I'm fulfilling your wishes."

as yn continued her walk, the oldest member of new jeans came into view, waiting for her with a warm smile. yn reciprocated the smile as she introduced minji to the camera, the latter waving in acknowledgment.

“minji will be doing this with me.” yn smiles as the girl waved at the camera.

"this might take a while since I fluster minji a lot," yn remarked to the camera, earning a playful scowl from minji. "anything I do, she will mess up."

“what are you even talking about.” she says yn’s pushing yn’s shoulder lightly, rolling her eyes when yn dramatically throws herself back, “that’s not true.”

after bickering, the girls set up the phone before filming, the audio of the song played and they start, minji points her fingers towards yn keeping her gaze on the girl waiting for her to dance but all yn does is turn away.

“don’t look at me!” she says covering her face and walking away only to be pulled back by minji, “why were you looking so intensely?!”

"I have to look at you, I need to face you, that's part of the trend," minji explained, trying to coax yn’s hands away from her face, chuckling at yn’s visible fluster as she backed away.

"I need to go on a walk," yn declared, feeling overwhelmed by the situation as she dramatically tried to exit.

“what?! no come on let’s do this.”

it took them five times to get in right all thanks to yn, but hey it was worth it in the end the fans loved the video.

🎸★ ͘ ⴰ clip two

yn, completely immersed in the music and the interaction with her fans, spun around in her chair with enthusiasm, belting out the lyrics, the room echoed with her joyous singing as she twirled, lost in the moment.

unbeknownst to her, the door creaked open, revealing minji's arrival. With a mischievous grin, minji grabbed the arm of yn’s spinning chair, abruptly halting its motion and causing yn to let out an unexpected scream of surprise.

"you scared me!" yn exclaimed, hand pressed against her chest as she shot minji a playful glare, though her heart was still racing from the sudden interruption.

minji chuckled at yn’s reaction, unfazed by the accusation. "all I did was stop your chair," she retorted casually, shrugging off yn’s accusation of sneaking up on her.

"no, you snuck up on me!" yn insisted, turning back to face her live audience, who were now buzzing with excitement at minji's unexpected appearance. "she's so obsessed with me that she couldn't wait until after the live to see me."

a blush crept onto minji's cheeks momentarily before she scoffed in disbelief. "what are you even saying at this point?"

"I'm saying you're obsessed," yn teased, continuing to ramble and poke fun at minji, who tried her best to maintain her composure despite the girl's relentless banter. with a sigh, minji glanced at the comments scrolling by, standing behind yn’s chair and wrapping her arms around yn’s shoulders from behind, resting her chin on yn’s head.

"why'd you stop talking?" minji asked, unable to see yn’s face directly since she was now positioned behind her.see.

"you're being touchy,"yn responded, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she tried to regain her focus, flustered by minji's unexpected affectionate gesture.

🎸★ ͘ ⴰ clip three

minji smiled when yn sat beside her waving to the live, “I came to visit!” yn exclaims.

“it’s been a while since yn has been with me on live right?” minji says while the fans on live comment about how long they’ve been waiting for yn and minji to do a live again.

“you guys better be grateful I’m here.” yn says pointing at the live, “chaewon unnie almost didn’t let me go because it’s our day off.” in reality that wasn’t the reason chaewon almost forced yn home at all, as soon as she heard that yn was going to hang out with a certain new jeans member she flipped, especially after last time.

minji sent yn and alarmed look before reading the comments, “yn tell us about meeting jennie in paris.”

yn’s face lit up and she immediately got into the details of meeting the blackpink member and like always once you get yn to talk about something it’s hard to stop her.

minji, fully engrossed in yn’s storytelling, suddenly noticed how the girl was slightly not in the frame. without missing a beat, she smoothly adjusted, tugging YN's chair closer with a casual, nonchalant gesture, ensuring the girl was perfectly within the frame.

yn paused for a second, obviously feeling slightly flustered by the action.

"what?" minji inquired innocently, her gaze fixed on yn, unwavering and intense.

all yn did was shake her head and get back into her story, while yn was talking to the live, it was like she could feel minji’s gaze on her causing yn to fidget uncomfortably in her seat. finally, unable to ignore the scrutiny, yn turned to meet minji's gaze, only to find the other girl still staring back with slight intensity.

the embarrassment creeping up her cheeks, yn quickly averted her gaze, focusing once again on the live broadcast. "stop that!" she blurted out, hoping to distract herself from the overwhelming feeling of minji’s stare.

#new jeans x reader #kim minji x reader #kim minji #minji x reader #minji #minji new jeans #lesserafim #girl group imagines #new jeans #new jeans imagines

[lizziesfirstwife]

Yearning

✿ neteyam x fem!reader ✿

➳ summary: neteyam and you have been crushing on each other for the longest time, with a lot of built-up tension. However, neither of you expected his parents to get in the way of your love.

➳ warnings: him and reader aged up, tiny bit of angst, mention of readers parents being dead, neteyam and you pining over eachother, slight talks about arranged marriage/ mates if you squint, fluff at the end

➳ note: this is my first avatar work, so please be nice! Reblogs, comments, and likes are appreciated <3

You were fed up. Fed up with his longing stares, and especially with the looks the other villagers gave you. Like you couldn't hear the whispers. As if you couldn't feel their condescending looks. Him staring at you only made matters worse for the fact.

Neteyam couldn't care less about the villagers. Hell, he didn't even know what exactly they were whispering about. Their disparaging looks didn't make it too difficult to figure out, though. You were perfect in his eyes. You had never judged him when he cried in your arms at night, while he let down the long-since-built walls, constructed as a consequence of his father's harsh words.

Neytiri could only shake her head, amazed at the similarities between her firstborn and her husband. They were both lovable, but when it came to showing that love outwardly to those they loved, embarrassment appeared quicker than she could shoot an arrow. Too many times she's had to wake you up late at night and send you home when you and Neteyam have been fooling around late into the night about some topic she thought was silly, and ended up falling asleep half on top of one another. A true masterpiece, as she would call it. And not infrequently, an unmissable blush would appear on Neteyam's cheeks as soon as she would mention it. With the number of times this already has happened, Jake was more than confused about the sudden change of color on his son's face, only for Neytiri to displeasingly shake her head. Sully boys and love, like she said.

For the two of you, there was only one thing: you would make fun of his little brother for the rest of your days. As friends. What else?

Your parents died in an attack by the sky people just before the Sullys decided to seek out another clan for the safety of their people. You didn't let go of Neteyam's arms for nights on end, and even though your nails were digging into his back, almost painfully, and his chest was smooth with tears, he never sent you away. It wasn't a difficult decision to go with him. Who else did you have?

✿

You walked arm in arm along the beach. The sun shone down on you relentlessly, pleasantly beating down your hair, and warming your skin. You could still feel the freezing wind that blew over the sea, grateful more than ever for the weather Eywa blessed you with after your long journey. Thanks to Neteyam, you had a not-too-hard time arriving, Tuk however took it the hardest. The eight-year-old still refused to make friends her age, instead clinging to her siblings whenever possible. Jake and Neytiri were usually too busy with clan affairs, which hit the youngest harder than she admitted. Lo'ak, however, preferred to spend his time with a certain curly-haired Na'vi. Surely it wasn't on purpose, but an eight-year-old would hardly understand that. Kiri was mostly out in the ocean anyway and didn't come back until late in the evening with a handful of accessories. No way you had a problem taking care of her! But in moments like these, when you were just a girl and Neteyam just a boy with no responsibilities, you were grateful more than ever for Eywa's blessing.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when you felt a prick in your upper left arm. A grin crossed Neteyam's face as you darted around to him, eyes narrowed and mouth wide open. He just shrugged his shoulders. "You could have just said no instead of scaring the hell out of me...looked like your mind left your body." You rolled your eyes. Neteyam has always been the more dramatic of the two of you, which has often shown to not be helpful in the most harmless situations. Neither of you would ever forget the incident with the pa'li, nor Neytiri's 3-hour-long debark. Since then you have never dared to ride one of these creatures again, which couldn't be said of Neteyam. Of course not. He needed adventure like air to breathe, and adventure needed him just as equally.

His long fingers wandered from your shoulder to your waist, where they lingered comfortably. You couldn't help but feel how your breath quickened and your body tingled where it touched Neteyam's. You prayed to Eywa that he couldn't feel how fast your heart was beating. More and more often lately, the eldest Sully boy didn't even have to touch you to get that kind of reaction out of you. But when he touched you... Suddenly you were very aware of his big hand on your waist, the way his fingers dug into the flesh...

"Y/N? Y/N! Wiya, you did it again! Seems like you don't even want to listen to me anymore..."

Pushing the inappropriate thoughts out of your head, you shook your head violently. "Teyam, no! It's just... I don't know. Everything feels so different lately. As if this peace were just a cruel dream, and we could wake up to reality at any moment."

His gaze softened, gently pulling you towards him so that your entire left half was now pressed against his right. "If this was a dream, I'd be glad you were in it. Maybe this is just a dream, so what? Then this would be the best dream ever." He playfully pinched your waist, which elicited an angry squeak. Quickly he averted his eyes and cleared his throat, missing the way your entire face was blushing. Eywa, this must certainly be a dream, he thought. He swallowed hard, looked up at the sky, and then back into your eyes. "My mom keeps asking about you. I think if you don't come to dinner tonight she'll wring my neck herself."

You grinned. "That would be too bad..." He looked at you in mock indignation but couldn't help the laughter that escaped his throat. "So, you'll come? For my mom?", he asked, looking at you with his puppy eyes. Your knees almost buckled at the sight, but you managed to look at him with a pursed mouth. "For your mom? Neteyam, if that's just another excuse to put those nasty leaves in my food that give me a rash-" "It was one time! Lo'ak threatened to push me off my ikran the next time we would have a mission again!", he interrupted you, but quickly closed his mouth when he saw the look in your eyes. Sometimes you were more like his mother than he would have liked. He had apologized to you for hours at the time and sat in front of your tent for 2 days because you had given him the cold shoulder. He could take it that you were mad at him, but it felt as if some part of him was missing when you weren't with him. There was a heavy storm at the time, and he would probably have frozen to death from all the rain and wind if you hadn't dragged him into your tent with your own hands and forced him to eat. He refused to even touch the food until you accepted his apology. Eywa, could he be stubborn...

Slowly you started to walk on, dragging Neteyam with you. You couldn't stay mad at him for long. Not your Neteyam. You breathed in slowly and audibly, a smile again creeping its way onto your face. "How could I ever turn down your mother's food..."

✿

"And then Neteyam here said that he didn't have to bathe for 2 weeks as a protest, just because I pointed out to him that he would scare away the whole prey with such a stench," Neytiri said with a full mouth, a handful of bladder polyps on her plate. The plant's salty taste was delicious, leaving a tingling sensation on your tongue after you chew and swallow it. Jake once compared its taste to the one of a pickle, whatever that was.

Neteyam's face flushed, his eyes grazing yours to see if you even caught his mother's words. He was suddenly very aware of your proximity. How your thigh grazed his, or the sweet smell of the perfume that Tsireya must have given you. He would always prefer your natural scent but still could only pray that his body wouldn't betray him during the duration of this meal. He prayed.

Jake cleared his throat and almost all conversation ceased except for Kiri's soft chatter with Tuk. He admonished the two with a quick look but didn't bother any further with their talk. "This wonderful dinner, prepared by my wonderful mate", he said with a loving gaze toward Neytiri, "finally gives us a chance to get together again. There is much that needs to be talked about, some urgent matters that take priority." Neteyam looked at him warily, not quite taking his gaze off of you yet. Jake was now facing Neteyam, who was switching from looking at you and his father. "As you surely know, the time has come in your life when you have to make certain decisions. Coupled with the rumors going around... Neteyam, you need a mate."

He could have also set fire to the tent, and thrown the entirety of you into the ocean. The sound that escaped from your throat sounded almost outraged. Neteyam swallowed hard, trying to hide the sweat from his hands. There was no way his father chose to have this conversation the one time you agreed on having dinner with him.

"Do we have to have this conversation when Y/N's over?"

"Don't worry, Y/N was expected to have this conversation in a few days as well. Having her eat here with us today only avoids unnecessary complications," Jake dismissed. Neytiri had a look in her eyes that you couldn't read, looking down at her plate vehemently. Tuk's and Kiri's conversation had also fallen silent in the meantime, the two girls now doing the same as their mother, although you could see Tuk sneakily glancing up at what her father was saying.

Neteyam shook his head, but Jake warned him with a look you've seen all too often on the father's face. "Rumors are floating around Neteyam... rumors that you've already chosen someone. Do you know how much concern these rumors are causing? And guess who the number 1 guess is." You knew he meant you. And from the way Neteyams ears twitched, you knew that he was aware of that too.

Neteyam hoped that if everyone saw him with you, they would finally understand that he wasn't interested in anyone else, and certainly never would be. But it rather seemed like it had the opposite effect.

Jake's gaze softened a bit after looking at his wife's reaction. It seemed like she wasn't particularly excited to have this conversation, particularly not with you there to witness it. "I don't want to deprive you of your freedom of choice by any means son, but since you refuse to take Y/N as your-", he started, but Neteyam interrupted him with a snarl. "How many times do I have to tell you that we're friends? Friends! You act like the clan will throw us out if I don't choose a woman tomorrow." But the head of the family did not put up with any arguments. He raised his hand to signal Neteyam to be quiet. "We're lucky the clan took us so well. And surely no one cares that you're still unmated, but do you really want people to start talking? Especially about Y/N, who certainly has nothing to do with your situation."

Neteyam said nothing. He just looked down at his plate, defeated, all appetite driven away. It shouldn't bother you that much. You guys were friends after all, best friends if you can put it that way. But that he preferred to be the number one topic of conversation, instead of even considering mating with you...

No. No. No. You couldn't think like that. It was Neteyam after all! Your accommodating, incredibly considerate Neteyam, whom you would like to wring his neck for all the feelings he aroused in you. You didn't even notice your feet carrying you out of the tent, nor Neytiri's worried look, or Tuk's plaintive call of your name.

Maybe you were wrong. Maybe it wasn't just Neteyam who needed adventure in his life to survive. And perhaps it was Neteyam who was the real adventure in your life. Who was your adventure...

✿

The waves were unusually calm as you were sitting on the sand with Tsireya by your side as if Eywa sensed how shaken you were. It has been a week since the incident at the Sullys. You were thankful more than ever to have your own tent, as you didn't want any confrontation with Neteyam or his parents yet. You weren't sure if you would ever want that. Tsireya must have noticed your sudden change in mood because she said nothing, instead sitting next to you while the two of you worked on a necklace. She firmly believed that being creative and doing something was a great help against bad moods. And truly, you haven't felt at peace like that since before the dinner a week ago.

Your fingers almost hurt from the repeating motion you had to do to create the certain pearl pattern you wanted in your necklace, when you suddenly heard voices behind you. No no no. Your field of vision was suddenly blocked from the sun, and you had to tilt your neck uncomfortably to face the source of your problems. Of course, your moment of peace had to be interrupted by him. Neteyam Sully had his hands clasped behind his back and his expression seemed blank, were it not for the small smile that had long been reserved just for you. Tsireya looked back and forth between you, asking you with a silent look if this was okay with you. You just nodded slightly, never taking your eyes off Neteyam. Taking the hint, she took her unfinished necklace and quietly snuck away.

Neteyam looked after her until she disappeared from his sight, and then took the spot next to you where Tsireya just sat. Neither of you said anything for a few minutes until he finally spoke. "You know, my mom almost killed me when I didn't run after you." You didn't say anything, which he took with a nod and the sign to continue. "I never really paid attention to girls when I grew up. Why should I when I grew up with the best of them?" You slowly turned to him and realized that his eyes were on you. You almost stood up, if his eyes didn't have that pleading look in them. So you just continued to listen.

"I've never questioned my disinterest in girls growing up, thinking that the right one just hadn't walked into my life yet. But I was stupid, so stupid. Eywa, I probably still am." You couldn't help but grin at his words, and he laughed at how easily he could coax a reaction out of you. Slowly, not wanting to scare you away, he slipped his hands into yours so that you were now facing him. "Y/N... I never saw it. I never understood why my parents never wanted to stop teasing me about you. But I guess I didn't want to see it. Didn't want to realize that there was a possibility, a big one at that, that you might not feel the same as I do." Your heart was beating wildly, and you thought for a moment that he could hear how wildly it was beating, how wildly it was beating for him, when his gaze slid to your chest and then up again. He gently squeezed your hand, unconsciously stroking the back of your hand with his thumb soothingly.

You knew what he was getting at, the look in his eyes almost unbearable. You didn't know what you were supposed to say, your throat feeling tight all of a sudden, unable to get any sound out of it. So you just scooted closer to him, your chest now barely touching his. "I always thought there was something wrong with me. That I wasn't in a position to like the chief's son even a little bit more than his best friend should. But..." You looked up at him desperate, gazing at his lips for a short second. His pupils dilated with something indescribable at seeing your flushed cheeks and blown eyes. You could have sworn that the air around you was buzzing. No words needed to be said as you two stared at each other, no words to express the magnitude of feelings that existed between you.

"Neteyam, I-"

"I see you Y/N."

You sat there with a dumbfounded look on your face, mouth wide open at the fact that he shamelessly interrupted your confession. Part of you wanted to smack him in the chest for that, but you were sure that any more physical contact would make your heart actually fail. He saw you. He is seeing you.

Neteyam didn't know how you managed to smile that hard, or how his heart could beat as hard as it was right now, but Eywa would he put up with it a thousand times more if it meant he would be able to see that look on your face again.

"I see you too, skxawng."

You didn't want to think of all the consequences that this moment would bring, or how tomorrow would be after you woke up and the situation would sink in your head.

You were right. He was your adventure, but you were also his. He needed adventure like he needed air to breathe, and for the first time in ages, it felt like he was finally able to again.

With you.

#avatar twow #avatar the way of water #avatar pandora #avatar #avatar neteyam #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x reader #neteyam #avatar x reader #avatar 2 #avatar x y/n #neteyam x you #neteyam oneshot #neteyam sully #jake sully #neytiri #lo'ak sully #kiri sully #tuk sully

[broooooo]

Latex freedom

It was as if it was yesterday

I can still feel the pleasure, the euphoria of freedom that I gained.

_

I'm Asher, 20 years old and I don't have much going for myself.

I live in a world where latex rubber drones Rome, as if it's a rite of passage amongst society, to be assimilated is seen as an honour, whether or not you want it or not.

I love alone in a small apartment, iv always felt trapped inside my home, my parents were overwhelming and overprotective, so iv always been alone and outcasted, and now I'm alone, I want to be free to do what I've missed out on, yet I'm stuck .. emotions stop me, iv never been sexually active before, idk what it feels like..

How I wish I knew

_

I watch on my phone one night, as usual I witness the conversions of people, public or In private, seeing how they change , it makes my heart hurt for what I don't have

That is when I got a message from someone I recognise...

His name was once Aaron, we actually live in the same building,were neighbours and old class mates...to be truthful , yet we have never interacted, IV only ever seen him from outside my window peeking through curtains , really I idolized him, he's everything I wanted to be

He recently was assimilated .. I heard he had what could only be described as a, divine enlightenment, I can still hear his moans in my head,

The name on the message was -# 6923

The name he gained after it was complete, Aaron can still be used, yet only in private and usually only between friends .

I'm surprised to get a message, I wonder what it's about and start imagining it, before going on it to read it .. it seems the opportunity has arrived.

An opportunity for freedom ..

Aaron - hey what's up neighbour?

Me- i- hello ...I'm doing fine . I guess.

Aaron- nice to hear... How would you like to hang with me?

Me- (huh? ...Heart beating) - i- sure.. I don't mind.

Aaron - I'll come over to yours tomorrow at 12,ok?

Me- ok..

-that is where it ended .

I could already guess the outcome of tomorrow, yet I'm scared and excited, will my emotions hold me back once more .or?

It was hard to sleep with my mind in a frenzy, it was a sudden difference in my life I want to take advantage of.

_

Come morning, I wake up and immediately get ready. Not like there's much to do

I'm usually tidy but it didn't Hurt to freshen up a bit.

I want to look presentable but all my clothes are baggy and worn, le sigh ... It will have to do

Come 12- I'm nervous...

I can hear to stomp of leather boots . .then a slight nock at the door.

It was him...

I run to the door and gently open it. There he was, a tall muscular young man, leather boots and .. her wore some tight leather pants, a latex t-shirt and gloves.

Although the regular drone latex suit is also worn by some, once a drone, you still are yourself and remember everything, dressing up in different types of latex and leather is something that can be done.

His long white blonde hair flows and his piercing blue eyes...

Errr hi ... Come in, i say

Aaron smiles , hello neighbour. As he walks in.

The sent of latex in the air

I close the door and we both sit down, I had brought orange soda for us to drink and chat.

_

Aaron then speaks up . So how have you been recently Asher? He says with a warm smile

I- iv been fine .. I guess I say in a slight down tone, my eyes looking out the window ..

Aaron puts down his drink and shuffles over to me .. he mildly embraces me with a soft hug. In a soft voice ... It must be hard to live alone like this... Ik how you feel...

I look to him, I can feel his warm energy.. I speak in a somber tone ...

So... You've heard my cries .. haven't you?

(he had always worried if his floor would notice his breakdowns.. whether or not they did, I guess it would be awkward to ask what the sound was )

Aaron then He says in a soft voice.. y yes.... It seems your bedroom is behind mine.... Iv heard it all.

I become embarrassed instantly... Oh I'm so sorry you had to hear all that... I say in a rushed tone.

Aaron Giggles slightly. It's fine it's fine.. ik how you feel, I felt the same way before

He puts his hand on mine.. it's the first time iv felt latex like this before..

I rub my hand against it,, it's soft and warm..

Aaron smiles at me.. nice isn't it?

I blush slightly out of embarrassment.. ehe it is... I guess..

Then sigh... I say sadly... How do you know it will work for me? I don't even know what being turned on feels like.. iv never had a boner before.

Aaron smiles. And softly rubs my hand. I understand your concern Asher.. you don't need to worry. I'm here to slowly guide you.

I felt concerned when I heard your cries .. and knew if I came over. Maybe I could help free you from that pain

Hearing this I let out a tear and and hug Aaron.. (I can hear his heart)

I - thank you.. but I don't even know how to even begin.....

Aaron hugs me back.. don't worry .. leave that up to me.

When we superate Aaron takes his glove off ..

He says In a soft voice holding it out towards me,

Just like he did for me..I will be here along side you ,

I look at the glove a bit shocked... But don't you need it?

He giggles, he puts his hand up and I witness latex forming around the skin into a new glove ..

I stare mesmerized by what I just saw... Wow I say.

Aaron then picks up the glove and motions to me hand, Cinderella style , he gently slides the glove onto my hand,..

This is the first step aaron says in a calm voice . The key is your imagination, if you fantasize and dream about it, it can become reality no matter what.. ik you want this... And I will be a door away if you want company.

I smile... Thank you Aaron..

_

After a nice chat and drinks we parted ways and I've as again alone

I go to my bed a turn on the TV to the assimilation channel to watch others become drones

Listening to the sounds.. the pleasure they experience.. the complete freedom they gain..

Siting up back against a pillow

I look at my hand, it's still very much gloved in latex .

I put my hand against my face , smelling it, feeling it, tasting it...

It felt soft and warm like him, it smelled.. like him.,

My mind had been in a state I'd never known , it felt so good I didn't want to leave, like a dream... I remember his words.. dream and it will become reality..,

i didn't know if I was sleeping or not , but to dreamt about it.. iv watched enough porn and transformations to get the general idea of what it looks like..

To be horny... Yes .. I want to be horny ... I want to get a boner. I want to goon and leak... I want to cum

Then I wake up from my state, I was hot , and steamy? My gloved hand still against my face I pull away .

But then my eyes widened, my heart races, emotion clogs my throat. And I'm on the verge of tears..

It was my dick.. i finally got one.. a Boner . The biggest smile on my face

With speed I striped fully naked and in a heartbeat I used my latex hand and went to town.

Ha hahahaha so this is.... What it feels like..m my eyes gloss over in my new found pleasure.... I was so happy. I started to drool, the smell his latex still on my face and mind

I started to leak pre, it was a sight beyond my wildest dreams. .

Haha ha has I awwww , i laugh , moan and cry, ... Fully immersed in my feelings....

It felt like a lifetime of pain had been lifted

I, I was doing it

I had a throbbing hard dick and I was so horny . I wish this I could be like this forever..

Then the climax ... Through Drool, and pree my eyes roll back in supreme pleasure as I cum for the first time..

Ropes upon ropes of cum spewed all over me, my mind shut of from the pleasure as my dick kept shooting cum....

it felt like a blissful dream , I fell asleep, dreaming of it again, I wanted to cum more.. i wanted more latex ..

With that thought the cum around his body had soaked into his skin and latex blossomed

It slowly covered Asher's body, building his muscles up and giving him a large dick, balls so large he will never run out of cum. A dick meant for a horny drone...

Yes .. he thought .. he can see and feel in , he can see it happening in his dream, latex covering him. .. large heavy leather boots form on his feet. A tight latex t shirt... Tight bondage straps .. leather pant... And a cool latex tie .. a fun drone uniform . . Just like him..m just like Aaron ...his idol ,The one who gave him freedom... The freedom to cum, to be horny .. he felt so aroused , he was ready to be. Drone, ready, to .obey.. ready to cum

Programing set in as his new drone identity was made...

Drone 6924..

A perfect neighbour number...

Hehe he smiled ..

Thank you.. so much.....aaron... He thought before finally falling into a blissful but horny sleep

When asher woke up he was smiling, his dick was hard and leaking from within his pants . He was so happy it wasn't a dream ...

He was so happy... So horny..

Awww he moaned..

He got a sudden text . He looked over to it .

Aaron - must of had a great time Asher .. I'm proud.. I told you it would work : D

Me- i- it was like nothing I'd ever experienced... I I can't thank you enough....

Aaron- your welcome .. drone 6924-

Now why don't you come over and we hang? You can join me for your first assignment.. then maybe can . Have some fun.. together?

Me- I'll be right over. .. drone 6923

The thought of seeing him again made me cum in pleasure .

The cum gets soaked into my latex skin , my dick still hard and leaking.

Forever horny and ready to cum . Just like a good drone should be

Asher got up. Admiring his new body , and loving it all, the boots giving him a kick of pleasure

He was so happy, he finally achieved his dream of freedom from his life, his depressing feelings

No more he said. His dick ready to go, he walks over to Aaron's door and nocks

The beginning of his new life as a horny rubber drone.

O: a late night story for you all. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed it

Xoxo- drone 6923- and 6934

[vitzi9]

Patience is the key to success (2)

Masterlist if you want to read my others things. Part 1 here.

CW/TW: yandere-manipulative-obsessive-stalker-ethan, fem reader, smut, no p in v, depressed reader(but really), suicidal thoughts

i'm trying to post this quick because I crave attention, whatever its insults, compliments, likes or repost, idc. I want ppl to know i'm existing. i have a big oral test tomorrow and im really bad at speaking before someone (hence why im writing instead) so i just need to know im not totally useless in the society and that im, at the very least, making people enjoy my things. sorry for the rant, i have a big headhache, probably gonna die ✌️😚

the smut is really bad btw but like really but im bad at writing them but i need to to improve (26/06/2023) (5226 words)

"Let's just finish watching the movie now." you say and Ethan doesn't make you repeat as he goes straight to the couch.

You felt much better after that little talk. Ethan did not say much but in his words, there was a lot more. He was planning to be with you a long time. He does not want to ruin things. It made you so happy. Every fiber in you was warm thinking of it. You were at peace.

Ethan was calm after that, albeit moving uncomfortably sometimes. (maybe because of his boner?) He was just as cuddly as when you arrived. His head laid flat on your chest, rising up and down with each one of your breath. Your fingers brush his curl slowly as you hear his breathing slacken. You were giddy thinking about him being at peace with you, too.

His arms were closed tightly around your body, never letting you go. The movie was really advanced by now, the end was coming soon. It probably was something towards 11AM. Usually, you would have gone knock at your friend's house but there was no need now as you already saw her earlier.

When the movie fatefully ended, the credits start to roll but none of you moved an inch. Ethan rubs his cheeks against your chest before sighing happily. His eyes were closed. Was he asleep ? No, certainly not. He loves horror movie. He wouldn't fall asleep when one is ongoing.

He was cute here. You were delighted to think he trusted you enough to let his guards down and sleep with you. You were his safeplace. And he was yours. Your fingers trail down on his back where you draw small patterns dreamily. You write things, that cross your mind. You simply scratch him. His sudden speaking startle you. Your hand stopping evey movements.

"Are you sleeping far from here, today ? Every movements of his jaw hitting slightly on your chest. 'today' because he knew about your frequent change of home.

Relaxing, you continue to caress his back lovingly.

-No, not really. But I don't sleep there anymore.

The hotel too was starting to worry you. Like the building was shrieking on you. You don't know what was scarier, to be alone or to never be. And now that you found such a warm place, you don't want to leave. Ever.

-Why ?

-Scare me, s'all.

-You can sleep here tonight, if you want.

-Why ? Your decision was already made; you'd sleep here. You knew it the second he offered you to stay the night. But you wanted to see his arguments to convince you.

"Let me be with you." his sentence made a shiver run down your back.

Did that stalker fucked you up so hard you had chill even thinking about them? It was just a damn sentence. Everyone can say it. For god's sake, it's Ethan saying it of all people. Even if he awoke this uneasy feeling back, you couldn't blame him. He didn't know about the sign the criminal had shown you. You didn't tell him that much detail, only saying they had indeed brought creepy signs but omitting what was written on it. And Ethan said it so prettily, too. Yes, of course you'd be with him.

He told you you never slept here before and that you'd be safe anyway since he's here and don't plan on leaving you. So you accepted. It was really early in the day but the both of you were getting sleepy because of the calm and comfort of the situation. He offered you to go to his room which you accepted. After guiding you to there, he tells you he has to go grab something and that he'd be back really quick.

And he did, in fact, came back really quick.

By then, you were already sprawled out on his bed. You had time to see the mess he had scattered everywhere. The carboard, the books, the drawings, some letters, too. And you even found out about his second phone. The lockscreen was a generic one, the one you have by default, as if he just got it recently. But the phone wasn't new, it seems in contrary really old as it was broken at some area.

Ethan arrives in the room with a small plastic blue square packaging, you don't have time to see what it was that he throws it under the bed. You don't pay it too much attention. Playing mindlessly with his other phone in hand, you take off and put back the phone case of it to entertain yourself.

"You got two phones ? you ask even though you kind of knew the answer already.

-Oh, yes. One is for games only, the other is the one I'm really using. Did you went on it ?

-No, don't worry, I won't frisk into your secret criminal life."

He smiles before taking the phone out of your hand. He places it in the drawer of his nightstand. Ethan falls on top of you, taking your breath away for a moment. You laugh and hit his back for him to get away from you and he just laugh heartly before letting himself fall beside you.

He lays down, setting his head on his arm, looking up at you with stars in eyes. Sometimes, he's so pretty it hurt physically to look at him. Starting to get embarrassed by his insistent look, you find something to say.

-Why do you have so much pieces of cardboard anyway ?

-I make placards out of them.

With a fond smile, Ethan stares straight at your eyes. As if waiting for you to say something. You would have ask questions about his 'placards ' if not for the sudden interest he was displaying in you, which, instead, made you change subject without really noticing it. A nervous laugh escaping you.

-Why are you looking at me like that ? Is there an undertone ? Am I supposed to understand something ?"

He shakes his head negatively, displaying a small mischievous smile. He could be such a goblin at times ! Wanting to make him swallow his pride, you lean towards him and kiss his lips. Ethan smiles and moves his lips with yours.

Your arm set down on his waist and soon the kiss get heated. Ethan's body is burning, his breath is too. You don't let each other breath, as soon as you separate from each other, you plunge back in. Physically needing the contact.

You rise on your knee, arching your back to kiss him still laying flat on the bed. Soon, he joins you by rising as well. Both of you on your knees, face to face, eating each other's face. Ethan's hand are mahandling you to sit on his thights. Then, with his surprising strenght, he starts sliding you on them. Your heating pussy rubbing directly on the fabric of his pant. Your hand instinctivly goes to rub the growing tent in his trousers. The area was hot, when you slide your fingers on it, it would budge.

Ethan whimpers, thrusting his hips against yours. You straddle him completly, framing his his body with your legs. You rub his tent against your clit for some frictions. It was aching and growing more desperate by seconds.

"I... I wanna have sex with you." Ethan says softly.

You kiss his cheek, going for his neck. You answer with a meek 'me too' before sucking the skin of his neck. Ethan backs his head, already out of breath. He gives you full access to his body, still rutting desperatly his hips into yours.

But you were growing impatient. You lift your body from him, making him whine at the contact loss, before sliding your fingers behind the elastic of his pants. You slip it down to his knees before you start salivating at the sight of his hard cock already drooling for you.

He didn't have any underwear. That's why you could feel him so close to your core.

Your hand touch his thight, caressing gently his body. Making sure to avoid the area he need you the most. Ethan try to touch himself, tired of your teasing, but you slap his hand away. He whines and looks up at you with teary eyes. Silently begging you to do something. It was impossible for you to resist him.

Your hand grabs his cock in one motion, you could feel it pulse and its warmth propagate in your hand. It was already so so wet because of all his precum, your hand was sliding so easily you could have thought he came multiple times already. Gently, you start to move your hand on all its lenght slowly. The boy props himself on his elbows and look at the scene before him. Ethan sighs happily, eyes closing and head backing. He's in heaven, he thinks. But not entirely, as he looks at you still clothed.

"Want to... Want to finger you..." he pleas.

In front of a boy so desperate, and being incredibly horny, you slide your pant down, making sure your underwear went with it. Ethan lose every one of his braincells when he sees your bare pussy glistening with your love juice. He wanted to lick it bad. That's the only one fanstam he ever had that help him getting off so hard he can't move for a whole minute. He wants to drown himself in your juice. But you have others projects.

You guide his pointer finger to your lips. Ethan starts caressing it and smear your juice everywhere. His lift up another finger and start passing both of them on your lips.

"Here, you have to touch here." you say, pointing to your clit.

You move briefly to bring your genitals closer. You could feel each other's warmth emanating from your core. Seeing him try to touch you was so hot. He was listening to everything you said.

Soon getting the hang of it, he starts circling your clit, applying different pressure on it to see which one were you reacting the most to. Slowly, you quicken your pace on his hard cock. As if to reward him for being such a good boy. He was in a trance, eyes closing and opening. And when they opened, they were staring with a utmost care at your moving breast throught your shirt. Your nipples were hard and were poking through the fabric.

His eyes were glued to it. Understanding his want, you lift your shirt above your collarbone with your free hand. Ethan can't seem to take off his eyes of you. They're probably the first pair of breasts he sees in real life after all.

"Fuck... You're so pretty, love." you speed up on his shaft at his praise. "Fuck, fuck...

-You can touch baby.

-I can?"

He stops all movements to your pussy, your frown but let him discover his needs. It was his first time, you needed to let him have a little fun. His free hand touch one of your breast, massaging it then weighten it in the palm of his hand. He smiles like an idiot, an idiot so cute you let him do what he wants with you. His other, wet, hand pinch lightly your sensitive bud.

Your free hand slap his arm to make him understand he did it too hard. He sends you an apologatic smile.

"They're like stress ball."

Amused by the weird comparison, your chuckle. Still impatient to come, you guide your hand higher on his cock to caress his tip and rub it. His face contorts in pleasure, browns frows and mouth ajar. His forehead fall on your shoulder while his fingers go back down near your entrance. His hips were thrusting into nothing but your hand. Obscene wet noises were resulted. You were hot, terrribly hot but so was he.

Ethan's small puff of breath sends chill in your body. His whimpers couldn't be replaced with anyone else. Your hand was all wet and sticky, as was his. Ethan decides to enter once again two of his digits in you. Your head falls back and you sigh happily at finally scratching that itch in you.

"Curl your fingers, E." you whisper.

He hums and do as told. Curling his fingers in you, he starts to thrust them in and out at a slow pace, adopting the same sensuality you used to jerk him off. You accelerate, your hand no longer lingering on the entire shaft. Sometimes, you'd stop completly to hear him whine. Your thumb caressing his cock's veins.

"Baby please..." he pleas.

Ethan starts kissing sloppily your shoulder, your neck. You, on the other hand, take his hand to guide the thrust of his fingers, angling them correctly for them to touch that spongy spot inside. His fingers were long and thin, that was a part of him you absolutly loved. You always had a thing for pretty hands and his were beautiful.

"What do you want, love? you ask tenderly.

-Tell me you love me..."

You nudge his hair with your nose and he looks up. Staring at his eyes, you see them wet with tears. You kiss him instantly. Playing with his tongue with yours, your hand moving faster and faster. You stop the kiss to tell him you love him and he bites his lips, eyes closing.

His breath is jerky, uneven. You press his palm against your clit, rubbing it while you push his fingers inside you again. You feel a knot tighten. You won't last long.

"Tell me you love me.

-I love you E, you're doing so good.

-Again..."

You said it as many times as he needed to feel better. His hips stuttters, his cock quivers. His words are slurred to each other, resulting in incomprehensible blabbering. You don't lose the rythm, keeping the same pace until he'd eventually come.

-Love you so..." he whines.

His body tense, his breath stops. You can only hear the wet sounds your hand is producing. He doesn't utter a sound until spurts of cum smear on your hand and belly. Feeling at ease, he moans a last time from relief and breath again.

You're not far behind. Ethan being pratically knocked out, you grind on his hand. You close your thighs around it, ensuring it stay inside. Your legs are shaking, wave of hot and cold invade you. You plunge his fingers inside but, to your surprise, Ethan regains control and start pounding into you to get you to your end.

He kisses your neck while you finally come on his fingers, sweaty and disvesheled. You swear one last time when he withdraws his fingers. You stay here for a while, just hugging , breathing and basking in each other's presence.

After some minutes, you decide to go shower together. You end up finally getting a good night of sleep, cuddled in his strong arms.

The next day, Ethan and you had a stupid satisfied smile on your face. Both happy to be here. You kissed and confessed your love to each other all morning until eventually he had to leave for work. Sadly, you had things to do, too. Ethan offered you to stay and sleep here for a few nights because he wanted to stay close to you.

You liked this idea. Of course you liked it, you love Ethan. And to convince you further, he told you his roomate wouldn't mind. So naturally you accepted. You were embarassed at the idea of bothering his roomate but you decided you would just sleep here, and the day, you'd let the apartment free. It was his too, after all. Not only Ethan's. There is no way you'd let someone feel excluded in their own house.

Grabbing your phone, you click on your friend's number. You call her, the ringing echoes three times and no one answer. Somehow begrudgingly, you resume yourself at simply sending a text. Just for you to instantly forgetting your sorrow as she answers. The discussion was quite simple, she was telling you she was at her grandma right now. She was bored and wanted to know how you were doing.

'I'm going back to my dear haunted apartment, probably gonna die. Wish me luck.' you texted. She put a little more time answering this one. It's possible it triggered something in her. After everything she endured. 'nobody will hurt you as long as i'm alive' she said. She simply changed subjects after that. Asking you about the cute guy you told her about in the letters. And so you explained everything. Every time you tried to offer to call her, she'd decline. You were still sad she didn't want to talk to you but you were telling yourself you needed to be patient.

On a happier note, you decided to leave the place to go to your own apartment.

To one point, you should have known better than be too happy about your improving situation. Of course, it was well too soon for you to consider everything better. But you were probably stupid because the fall hit you much harder than you could've prepared yourself for. Oh, the pain you felt when reality had finally caught you. You thought you were going to die when you came back home to simply grab some clothes. (Ethan told you to do so.)

Your door was ajar. But it wasn't your doing. No, of course it wasn't you. Your apartement terrified you, why would you come here more ofthen than needed ? You felt your body freeze but you quickly overcame the feeling. That's it. You needed it to end. This fucking stalker had ruined you. You and your life. You sent a text to Ethan, telling him that if you do not call him after twenty minutes, he needed to call the cops. He didn't answer. He was at work. It was well past eleven by now.

Your heart was beating so hard you thought it was going to collapse on the ground, and you with it. Slowly, aware of every sound around you, you push the door. Your livingroom was as messy as you had left it. At one difference, the wall. Every frame you had put up on the walls were thrown away. Most of them on the ground and broken, with shattered glasses everywhere.

Why would the creep empty the walls ? To write on it. Of course they would write on it. You laugh bitterly for yourself. You couldn't see their stupids fucking signs anymore, so they had to improve. To force you to read their creepy obsessive text. You hear the crushing of a broken piece of glass, as if someone had stepped on it. But it wasn't you.

You're on alert. Every one of your senses on crisis. Was your mind playing tricks on you ? It was possible in this hellish house who did nothing but give you nightmares recently. You don't realize how you stopped breathing. Only calming when three long minutes had gone without another sound to be heard.

Nothing is here. You're alone, you think. Everything is good. You'll just grab your stuff and leave. Regaining your breath, you bring your attention back on the wall. Words were written on it in deep crimson red. Is that blood ? No, it can't be. Probably paint to give a creepy look that'll catch your attention. You approach the wall to better understand the message.

'She's not here anymore'

The need to throw up almost won. A dark feeling in your guts was telling you 'she' was your friend. But you didn't know. She responded to you, after all. You talked to her. So she had to be okay. She had to. You put your hand on your belly to soothe that want to vomit. You take big breath before finally leaving the livingroom. You quickly make your way to your room where you meet your bare bed. Where are your sheets ? What the hell ? But you don't want to stay longer so you throw clothes in your bag in a hurry.

The front door slam shut. And you know it's the end.

You already feel the tears drowning your sight. Trying to stay silent, you hide in your closet almost empty with how many times you came here to grab clothes. Your hand clasp against your mouth to avoid doing any noise.

Slow footsteps can be heard in the empty apartment. With your shaky hands, you fail to unlock your phone. Your vision is blurry, you can't touch the correct keys. The worst is that you can't see where the creep is. If they stay silent, they can enter the room you're in without you even noticing. And this idea is horrifying. But on another side, you'd preferred them to kill you by surprise so you don't have to affront them.

Your cries intensify, in your despair, you drop your phone straight on the ground. The footsteps stops abrutly. Three distincts knocks are echoing on the corridor's wall. They are coming toward you. You're fucked. They're coming ! What do you do ? What did you do ? Why is this happening ?

Kneeling like you could in the closed space, you reach your hand to grab your phone. As soon as your finger grazes it, the phone vibrate and your ringtone start playing for the whole building to hear. No, no, no, no, no ! Ethan. Ethan is calling you. You pick up despite everything but as soon as you do so, the call is cut short. Fuck E, why would you do that !

The criminal's footsteps are louder, quicker, heavier. They're running. They're running here ! You hold the closet door shut with your both hands, praying for your life. You only have knives in your kitchen, but it's too late now. If you go out, they'll see you. You realized at that moment that whatever you were doing, you couldn't win. That you never even stood a chance against them.

Everything was illusion.

Nothing was improving, you knew it, in fact. You were lying to yourself, searching comfort in a man that don't even understand the dept of the problem. Of your problem. And your friend ? You don't want to talk about her. You don't want to open your eyes just yet. You just want to live in your nice little lies you made up for yourself. You're nice with them, in fact, you like them. Nobody wanted to help you anyway. They could have saved you, you and her, but nobody listened.

Now, it's too late.

The closet start to shake. Widening your eyes, you realize that the creep had start to punch it with their bare fist. You don't give a fuck about being heard anymore, you're bailing your eyes out. Begging for them to let you go, screaming, yelling, calling for help. Holding the door for dear life as if it was going to save you, because in your head it was. But the door didn't last long.

A hole is quickly created in the door. You thought you'd see someone's face, wether it be a man, a woman, whatever. But you saw a white plastic mask instead.

Ghostface.

Why was a damn Ghostface chasing after you? Was it all a sick joke from the start ? You swear you were seeing his eyes boring into yours through the mask. You swore you already saw them somewhere. Ghostface tilts their face to the side, as if mocking you. They were telling you that you were stuck, that it was the end. You hoped they'd kill you.

You couldn't live like this anymore.

In the hole of the closet, Ghostface pass his gloved hand. The latter lay on your shaky face, on your cheek to be exact. You feel the fabric against your skin and think of biting his fingers off. No, you'll angry him. If he's going to kill you, that it be in the least painful way.

"Ethan, right ? Does he treat you so well you forgot about me?" his changed voice said. A weird and creepy robotic voice, one you knew you'd never forget.

You were moving your head left to right. You didn't know why. Probably to tell you didn't want to die, probably to avoid looking into his eyes. He laughs, sounding like a rumbling.

"Ending things right now would be such a waste."

No ! You thought you were finally free ! Why would he chases you down for so long without acting on it !? His gloved hand retract and the door slowly open in an acute creaking. The man is finally revealed before you. He was wearing the whole outfit, the big black robe and the hood.

"It was fun. I give you a gift to reward you for these beautiful screams."

And the knife.

He had a knife in hand. And it was tinged red. Something in you told you it was her. Suddenly, the red writings on your wall had a different meaning.

"I hope you like it, I worked extra hard for it."

Out of nowhere, Ghostface takes your hand, force it open, and lay in it something before forcing it closed. He laughs deeply. One of his hand pat your head mockingly before moving up.

"See you later." he said, swinging his knife in a playful manner.

You were absolutely paralyzed. You didn't know what happened. You stayed up without moving for whoever say how long. When your legs finally stopped shaking, you decided to look what the killer had gave you. Slowly opening your hand, your knee buckle and you fall to the ground crying silently at the sight of a nip of your friend's hair.

You curled up on yourself before completly laying down on the ground, tightening the hairs in your hand close to your heart. She was not here anymore. You wanted to fucking die.

Ever since, Ethan was forgotten. He had tried to call you so many times you had blocked his number. You spent the rest of the day crying in your hotel's room. You resented him. So hard. He didn't answer, he was the one calling and giving your position to a fucking criminal, to a murderer! And he didn't answer. He didn't help, like everyone else.

One day later, neighbors complained about a smell coming from an apartment. You didn't cry when they found your friend's dead body. You didn't cry when cops came to interrogate you. The caretaker having told them about you. Your eyes contained so much hatred in them when looking at him the cops had to let him leave to get him away from you. You didn't cry telling the cops how many times you went to see them to ask for help, nor how many times did they reject you. You didn't cry when they told you she was dead for at least a week, and that her boyfriend was missing. You had no tears left in you. It had simply ended you.

All your lies, every single one of them, destroyed. But you needed them. Of course you weren't talking to her by text, you never did. And fuck, you don't even want to know who was answering instead of her. It was so obvious how she never wanted to call, how she was never leaving her house. But the eye you saw at the peephole. The fucking eye...

You don't want to think about it.

Ethan tried to talk to you. He went to your hotel and found you. You didn't bother to move this time as you were done with your life. He fell to his knee and started begging and crying for your forgivness. Did you even love him ? Or were you, are you, just lonely ? Unfortunately, you decided to forgot the anger you had against him when you realized he was the only thing you had. Your only support. The only one knowing you were a victim. You spent the days crying in his arms.

"Shhh, shhh, I'm here, love. It's okay." he reassured you, again.

It was a routine, now. You'd sleep the days away and when you'd wake up, you'd find yourself crying inconsolably. Everything was your fault, you kept repeating in your head. She's fucking dead because of you.

You wanted to end it all but Ethan wanted you alive at every cost. He was brushing your hair, feeding, washing and changing you. You were a lifeless doll. Sometimes, his roomate would come and talk to you. Most of the times, you don't even realize he's talking to you, too lost in your thought to proceed his presence.

"It's okay, everything's okay."

Ethan hugs you firmly. Kissing your hairline. His t-shirt was damped. Your eyes were burning. Every time you closed them, the picture of your friend would come and haunt you, a new nightmare coming. You weren't able to think about something else anymore. But it was your fault. You put her in danger, you got her killed. It was you Ghostface wanted, not her. You got her killed.

"I want to leave..." you whispered in a voice so hoarse, so weak, it didn't sound like yours. His hand goes on the back of your head to pull you towards him.

"No, no my love. It's okay. I'll protect you. You won't be alone anymore." his leg goes over yours and crushes them to prevents you from moving.

Alone.

Have you ever been alone in your life ? No, he was here all along. He was watching you all along. You never were truly alone. He had your adress, your friend's adress, your number and even Ethan's name. No, he's always here. Lurking.

"Just... Stay with me, I'll protect you. Please, don't leave me." he begs.

He looked calm, surprisingly calm being given the situation. But you needed it, in a way. If he doesn't freak out, you don't need to. (you coudn't, even if you wanted to) He probably know what to do. It was too late for you but he could do something. Maybe. His behaviour was slightly comforting. It was dangerous, mostly for him. He probably didn't even know what he was doing, he probably didn't know what he was getting himself into, in fact.

But once, just for once, you wanted to be helped. You wanted someone to listen to your pleas. He was going to die, it was a fact. And yeah, maybe you were selfish, you were condamning him after all.

"I feel like I'm using you. Like I manipulated you. you say, mostly for your own conscience than for his safety.

-Use me, love. I don't care. Manipulate me, whatever. I swore I'd help you. And if I have to risk my life doing it, I'll do it. I love you. You don't know the things I'd do for you.

-Now, you're the one manipulating me...

It was true. He was forcing you to think you had a chance in getting out of this situation when you knew there were none.

-Oh baby, you have no idea how manipulative I can be to obtain what I want.

-If you say so." you whisper, drifting to sleep once again, knowing you'd wake up hours later in the same position, in the same problem and knowing you killed your friend.

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Tears In His Ferrari || Chp 8

Character: Bucky Barnes x Farmer!Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes, used to a life of luxury, takes on farm challenges in a bet with his father. Mud-stained Ferraris and a rustic farmhouse lead to unexpected personal growth, guided by the stern mentorship of Y/N, a farmer making his city-boy life difficult.

Theme: Fluff, Slice of Life, Heart-Warming.

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Chapters: Chp 1, Chp 2, Chp 3 , Chp 4 , Chp 5 , Chp 6 , Chp 7 , Chp 8 , Chp 9 ,-

Kate cautiously stepped into Bucky's house, expecting a picturesque country residence. However, the reality was far from her imagination. The old-fashioned appearance of the house and the lack of modern amenities surprised her.

As she hesitantly explored, a sudden sensation tickled her feet, prompting her to let out a startled scream. To her surprise, it was Archie, Bucky's puppy, licking her shoes. Bucky, equally surprised by Kate's reaction, quickly intervened, "Hey buddy, are you hungry?"

The small, fluffy dog responded with an enthusiastic "Woof." Witnessing Bucky's affection for the little pup, Kate felt compelled to maintain her image as an animal lover, despite her true feelings.

Apologizing for the interruption, Kate approached Archie, attempting to pet him. However, the seemingly docile pup suddenly growled at her. "Grrrr..."

Bucky quickly reprimanded Archie, "Archie, stop it. I'm sorry, Kate. He must be hungry."

Kate, trying to downplay the situation, suggested, "No worries. Perhaps he's just scared because of my long nails. I'll cut them later."

Bucky, feeling guilty, replied, "No, you don't have to. It's not because of your nails." He didn't want Kate to go through the trouble of adjusting her appearance for Archie.

Bucky, observing Archie's unusual behavior, was taken aback. Archie had never growled at anyone before, not even at Alpine, the gentle horse.

It seemed like the little puppy sensed something different about Kate that made him uneasy. Bucky couldn't help but feel puzzled by Archie's atypical reaction.

Bucky, still taken aback by Kate's unexpected visit, gathered the courage to ask her how she found him. Kate, choosing to omit the fact that she interrogated everyone until Steve spilled the information, simply mentioned that she had been following Bucky's vlog and decided to join him.

Feeling a sense of embarrassment about the simplicity of his living conditions, Bucky hesitated, "I didn't expect anyone to find me here. This place is not exactly suitable for—"

Kate quickly interjected, trying to be humble, "Oh, don't worry, Bucky. It's a charming little farm. Luckily, there's a vacation home in the area, and my assistant has booked it for me."

Relieved, Bucky chuckled nervously, "Well, that's good to know. But farming is not as glamorous as it looks in the vlog. It's hard work."

Kate, undeterred, smiled confidently, "I'm up for the challenge. I want to experience it for myself."

Both surprised and impressed by Kate's determination, Bucky agreed, "Sure, you can join. Just be prepared—it's not as easy as it seems in the videos."

As Kate woke up the next day, she grumbled and instructed her assistant to prepare sunscreen promptly. The sun mustn't ruin her flawless skin.

She continued complaining about the food, exhibiting the opposite of the image her P.R. team had carefully crafted – that of a friendly and humble supermodel.

Kate hails from a wealthy family, and her spoiled nature becomes increasingly evident. Her assistant could only roll her eyes discreetly, well aware of the stark contrast between the public persona and the true character of the woman she served.

Kate's arrival at the farm couldn't have come at a less ideal moment – Bucky was deeply engrossed in the care of the cows, and the pungent smell filled the air. While Bucky had long grown accustomed to the farm's unique aromas, Kate found herself less appreciative.

Unaware of Kate's reservations, Bucky continued his farm duties, accompanied by Toby, who diligently recorded the day's activities.

During the live stream, Bucky dropped a startling fact, "Did you know a lot of people are killed by cows every year?" The unexpected revelation prompted a flurry of reactions and comments from the intrigued viewers.

As Kate approached, Bucky, ever the showman, pivoted to include her in the camera frame. The viewers were in for a treat – witnessing the supermodel stepping into the rustic world of Bucky's farm. The comment section erupted with excitement, questions, and exclamations, creating a lively interaction among the audience.

Amidst the commentary flood in the live chat, Bucky seized the opportunity to engage both Kate and the viewers. With a mischievous grin, he turned to Kate and said, "Looks like you've brought a whole new audience to the farm, Kate. What do you think about being a part of my little farming world?"

Kate, ever adaptable, replied with a good-natured smile, "Well, Bucky, it's definitely a change from the runway, but I'm up for the challenge. Who knew farming could be so intriguing?"

The viewers, fueled by excitement, bombarded the chat:

Viewer1: "Kate, what brought you to Bucky's farm? Spill the beans!"

Viewer2: "Bucky, you're living the dream – supermodel on the farm, that's wild!"

Bucky laughed, enjoying the banter, "Well, folks, Kate here wanted a taste of the 'farmer's life,' and here she is. Any questions for our glamorous guest?"

The questions poured in:

Viewer 3: "Kate, are you planning to start your own farm now?"

Kate chuckled, "I don't know about that, but let's see what Bucky has in store for me today."

As the trio gathered for lunch, the farm's usual serenity was interrupted by the sound of hooves approaching. Y/N appeared, her horse bringing her gracefully to the scene. Bucky, ever the courteous host, welcomed her with a warm smile, "Hey, Y/N! Perfect timing. Lunch is served."

Y/N, unimpressed by the attention, Y/N simply nodded, "My mother insisted. Hope you enjoy it."

Bucky introduced Kate, "Y/N, meet Kate. She's joining us on the farm today."

Kate extended a hand, masking her competitiveness with a friendly facade, "Hi, Y/N. Bucky's been showing me the ropes. Your farm is quite charming."

Y/N responded curtly, "Glad you think so. Enjoy your lunch," before returning her attention to Bucky.

Y/N couldn't help but suppress a laugh as she observed Kate's childish antics. There was a striking resemblance between Kate's behavior and someone Y/N knew well.

During the meal, Kate subtly tried to assert her connection with Bucky, linking arms and sharing laughs. Y/N, however, maintained an air of indifference, unswayed by the orchestrated display.

Meanwhile, Bucky focused on showcasing the meal prepared by Y/N. "Folks, today we've got Y/N's special: homemade chicken pot pie. It's become a fan favorite around here."

While eating, Bucky turns off the live streaming. Kate tried to help him by giving him ideas to make his livestream more viewers, "Here's what I was thinking," Kate began, "we could turn part of the farm into a runway for a fashion show. It would be a unique blend of agriculture and high fashion."

Bucky, trying to process the idea, raised an eyebrow, "A runway on a farm? Is that even practical?"

Y/N, not one to mince words, deadpanned, "That's the most amazing bullshit idea I've ever heard."

Toby, who happened to be taking a sip of his drink, burst into laughter, nearly choking on his beverage.

Bucky, caught between politeness and practicality, tried to salvage the situation, "Well, it's not that bad, Y/N."

Kate, however, felt a mix of embarrassment and a chill running down her spine. Y/N's sarcastic remark had a familiar ring reminiscent of the authoritative tone her father often used.

As Kate pondered Y/N's sarcastic comment and the striking familiarity of her father's authoritative tone, another puzzle piece fell into place when she recalled the food Y/N had prepared.

The taste was uncannily similar to the exquisite dishes Kate had experienced in 3-star Michelin restaurants.

It baffled Kate.

How could a farm girl, someone seemingly detached from the glamour of city life, possess culinary skills rivaling those of high-end chefs?

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Tara Carpenter/Fem!Reader Part 2 to The Walking Dead AU

Warnings: mentions of torture but doesn’t go into detail

WC: 3.1k

Authors Note: wasn’t too sure how to end this one. For the anon who requested it. Not proof read but hope y’all enjoy it :) happy holidays!! :D

Shooting up awake, breathing heavily as you frantically looked around the room. Your heart beating fast in your ear drums. The darkness of the room was almost too much, the faint moon light that shined through the curtains was the only source of light. Casting shadows that you could have sworn were in the form of a human or a walker lurking around.

A gentle hand cupping your cheek was what snapped you out of the terror you had been feeling. "Come back to me baby. You're safe here with me." Her voice spoke softly. Like you were a scared deer, ready to bolt at any sudden movement.

"...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you." Your voice came out more shaky than you had hoped. You had been back with your family for less than a week now. But what haunted you was what happened to you outside of these walls. You had always ignored or buried it deep down in your mind, seeing as you never really had a moment of rest on the days you were alone. But now that you were safe and back with your loved ones, the horrors you had to face had resurfaced. All the death you saw, all the people you couldn’t save.

"It's okay. Talk to me, Y/nn."

"I will. I'm just-not right now Tara. Soon I promise." You just weren't ready. The person you had become in the last year was someone you had to be but it didn't change the fact that part of you was, ashamed.

"Okay. Come on. Let's get some sleep." Tara had stayed glued to your side since you had arrived. She couldn't get enough. She had stay by your side. Afraid that she'd wake up from her dream and you would still be gone. To have you laying under her, your warm arms wrapped around her body in a loving embrace once again. It was everything she wished for.

Since you had returned, not only has she been taking care of you. But so have your parents. Everyone had been so relieved and happy to see you alive. Chad, Ethan and Wes had cried the first time they saw you. She had seen how you also teared up. But what had caused her to question what you could have possibly gone through was seeing all the scars littering your body. She had offered to change the bandages, it's when she saw them so clearly.

She just hoped that you'd talk to her. When you were ready.

*

"Okay sweetheart. You sure, I know you're still healing."

Your dad spoke. You smiled in his direction. You truly had missed him, he had been your partner in crime back at home. "Yea dad. Trust me this ain't nothing. Can barely feel them." Okay that had been a small lie. Your shoulder still ached from time to time. But it wasn't that bad. Same thing with the wound on your stomach. You still really couldn't lift anything heavy.

"Okay just be careful. Now we have to do some repairs on the wall. You remember your wielding classes right?" John had looked at his daughter, it was like she become a shell of who she once was. Especially when he first saw her. He wanted to know who she went through. But he had asked once and was shut down. He didn't want to push her.

"Of course. I was passing that class with flying colors. Now come on old man. I want to be done so I can go see my girl as soon as I can."

As days went on he had seen how his daughter was slowly becoming the girl he once knew. Maybe not quite the same but slowly. And that was progress enough.

*

Sidney watched as you spoke to Tara. She still couldn't believe that after everything you were back with them. The tears she cried from the relief she felt had almost been enough to fill a pool. Just like her husband, she had also noticed the changes in her daughter. From being on edge to still being jumpy when someone tapped you from behind. She had noticed how Tara always spoke before touching you. Especially when coming up from behind you.

She couldn't imagine what you went through by yourself. She didn't want to imagine. She knew how cruel people were. She didn't want to picture what her little girl had gone through. What you had gone through, when she wasn't there to protect you.

The smile that was one your face in that very moment as you looked down at Tara. It was just like before. Even after a year apart the looks shared between the two were still the same. If anything stronger than before.

She couldn't help a smile of her own. She was going to be there when you were ready to talk.

*

The boys and girls stood in a small open field playing with Peter. You smiled as you watched Peter pulling on a rope that Chad was holding.

"Hey Y/nn, how are you doing?"

You looked away from the scene in front of you, to see Sam standing there. A young man standing a few feet away from her. "Hi Sammy, I'm doing okay. Wounds don't hurt as much anymore."

"That's good to hear. Oh this is Danny. He's my boyfriend. I didn't get to introduce him to you earlier."

You looked behind her the man, Danny offered a smile and his hand for you to shake. You looked back at Sam, she had a small smile directed at him and then back at you. Sam had always been like an older sister to you. she was protective of her family which included you. You were the same with her.

"Nice to meet you Danny." You shook his hand. "I uh also want to thank you, Tara said it was you who left that bag next to the boulder, and that it was also you who saved my life." You faintly remember Sam and Danny being trying to help you. "Both of you. Thank you." Tara had told you how they allowed people in to the town. How they watched them before approaching them.

"Hey, we were thankful to be there when we were."

You gave him a nod in thanks. Although now you were kept wondering. How long had he been watching you? Did he see the days you spent looking at the gun. See when you'd load the gun and raise the gun to your temple. Did he see you struggle?

*

The town was busy doing a small gathering in the middle of the town. There was a small part and area where everyone was at. You were sat in a log next to the camp fire a beer in your hand. Tara been sitting next to you but had gotten up when Gale called her over. She had kissed your cheek with the promise to get back to you as soon as she could.

Now you sat with Peter at your feet. He had been munching on a dog bone Ethan gave to him. You had felt so relaxed in that moment. So calm. Peter stood from when he was sitting at the sound of Ethan calling him. A small smile making it's way as Peter looked back at you. With a nod the dog ran off to Ethan. Who was happy to give Peter a steak.

The moment of peace didn't last.

A hand roughly grabbing your shoulder, you couldn't explain how you felt in that very moment. You were no longer there, safely sitting down next to a bonfire. No you were now back in the woods. Alone. The fear that gripped your heart had your hands shaking. You barely registered how you pulled on the arm, that trapped your shoulder. Throwing the person over your shoulder. Your fists unloading the guy, who did fight back. But was quickly overpowered.

"Y/N STOP!"

You're vision cleared, you quickly blinked trying to focus on who exactly you were punching. Your shaky fist had stopped mid punch. Your eyes locking with Frankie's eye. The other eye being too swollen to open. You were quick to get up looking around at the attention that was now on you. They all looked at you with fear and uncertainty.

Feeling all the eyes on you was becoming so overwhelming making you feel like some type of animal. You didn't even realize someone was holding your waist until you pushed them off as you ran away.

*

You had found yourself outside the walls. Not far from the town as you calmed your racing heart. The guilt starting to over wash the fear you felt a few minutes ago. Now you were stuck with the feeling of dread. You didn't know what was going to happen when you got back to the town. Were the people going to be angry. Demand your dad (who was the leader), to show some kind discipline. What if they forced him to kick you out of the town?

"Y/n!? Babe!?"

"I'm over here." You called out, you had been sitting next to a pond. Her arms were wrapped around you in a matter of seconds.

"Don't ever run off like that again. You hear me. Especially coming out here at night by yourself." Tara wanted nothing more than to punch Frankie's teeth in for what he did. She had moved fast to get back to you when she heard the yelling. And then hearing your dad yelling your name. She tried to get to you but you had pushed your dad off you and ran away. Mindy said how Frankie had tried to get your attention but you hadn't heard or cared to give him attention. Well Frankie hadn't liked that and reacted poorly.

She tried to get to you, but she had lost you in the crowd. The first place she had looked was your room at your house. But you weren't there. Then she checked her room. But again, you weren't there. She had everyone looking for you. The more minutes with out finding you, the more she grew distressed. When Dewey said the front gate guard saw you running out the front gate she had moved fast. Grabbing her gun and a flashlight before she as out the gate as well. Hearing the shouts behind her.

Her heart hammering in her chest as she followed the fresh foot steps. "Y/n?" She had called out. Her gun had been in a tight grip, she didn't want to be caught surprised if a walker showed up. The flashlight shined in the dark night.

"Come on baby. Where are you?" She murmured to herself. The light going down to the foot prints. She continued to follow them, light shinning to check her surroundings.

"Y/n?! Babe?!" The foot prints had disappeared. She flashed the light all around the floor. Hoping to see the prints. But there was none. The dirt was a lot drier leaving no traces of shoes. She felt herself panic. Horrifying thoughts filled her mind. Tears quickly filling eyes.

"I'm over here." The relief washing over in waves once hearing your voice. Moving quickly to embrace you in a hug. Before pulling away to look you over. Making sure you weren't harmed

"Don't ever run off like that again. You hear me. Especially coming out here at night by yourself." She cupped your cheeks to make you look at her. Taking in how guilty you looked. A frown on your lips as you tried to look away. "Hey, it's not your fault. Everyone saw how Frankie was the aggressor. Plus he's a jackass. You literally did everyone a favor by putting him in his place." When you failed to look at her. She cupped your cheeks. Her fingers softly creasing the smooth skin.

"Look at me. No one is angry, they're all worried." Her heart breaking at the sight of your tear filled eyes. The guilt in your eyes shinning through. "Come on. Let's get back." Her hands dropping to take yours in hers. Thanking god when you didn't put up a fight.

"Tara...I think I'm ready to talk about what I went through when I was alone." You finally found your voice a little into the walk back to the town. You had been thinking about it and even though a part of you was ashamed. You knew your parents, Tara and your friends would like to know. But first you’d start with Tara.

"Hey, when ever you're ready. I'm here. And I'll never judge you. Never. Cause all I care about is that you're here, with me."

Her hands taking your hands in hers. The love in her eyes never wavering as she looked up at you. The same look she'd always have just reserved for you. It was a look you adored. Feeling her lightly kiss your lips, her way of showing you that she was being truthful.

*

"God Y/n. Don't ever run off like that." Your mom wrapping you in a tight hug along with your father. Tara had brought straight to the front gate where your parents and friends had been waiting.

"I'm sorry, I-I panicked. I didn't mean to hurt him, well a little bit I guess. If I'm being honest. But I still had no right to-Stop, everyone said that Frankie was saying things that were out of line. And he had no right to lay his hands on you. That boy has been nothing but trouble since he's got here." Your father interrupted, leaving you no room to argue. He then lead you and the rest back to the house. Tara was quick to follow, wanting to stay by your side.

Peter had also moved in a fast pace to be by your side. Looking up at you in way that made you feel like he was scolding you in his mind.

"Sorry buddy."

It wasn't long till you were in the room you sat in on the edge of the bed. Everyone had left once they all had checked up on you. Tara was in the bathroom getting changed. She had been hesitant to leave you alone but with the promise that you'd still be there she went to get showered.

"Hey, you okay?"

You looked up to see Tara freshly showered. Her hair still wet as she walked into the room, holding a towel as she dried her hair.

"I had to kill a little boy. His name was Carl and he was only twelve. He was part of the old group I was with. Back in a farm. The farm had been over run by walkers. There were so many. They tried to escape but it was no use. I saw his mother get surrounded by walkers. He saw his mother die right in front of him. She was pregnant. I had to drag him away. We were able to escape to a nearby highway. We stayed there for awhile hoping anyone from the group escaped. But the longer we waited, Carl got more paler." Your eyes filled with tears. Remembering how scared the little boy had been.

"He got bit. He cried for his mother and his father. He begged me not to let him turn into a monster. He was only twelve. Twelve and I killed him." Tears streamed down your face as you took out the picture of the family of three. Handing it to Tara.

"He didn't want to be forgotten. So he gave me the picture." You looked down at your hands. "And I know what you're going to say. That it wasn't my fault, I was with him through the whole thing. How the fuck didn't I notice when he got bit. He called me his best friend, he trusted me and I let him down. He's dead because of me Tara."

Tara didn't know what to say. The guilt you carried was a lot more bigger than she had thought. Even with this she felt like you were still holding back everything else you went through. She couldn't help her own tears, moving to wrap her arms around you as you cried.

"I don't know the kid but if he trusted you and called you his best friend. I know he wouldn't want you to be blaming yourself." Hugging you closer, wanting you to know that she was there for you. "Doing what did was showing him mercy. By shooting you made sure he didn't turn into a monster. Would you have preferred letting him turn and for him to roam around as a Walker?"

"Of course not-Then stop blaming yourself. Shit happens Y/n. Him getting bit was not your fault."

You pulled away from her embrace to take out another picture. Handing it over to her for her to see.

"That's Peter's old family. There was a little girl there. But she had been dead for while. She died of starvation. There was an older girl in the kitchen but she was dead as well. Far longer than the little girl was. She was the nanny. Uh her parents had been away, they tried to get back to her but they didn't make it."

"Baby-Maybe she could have made it you know. If someone had just gotten to her sooner. She could have lived. After the house I was on the road with Peter for a while. That was until I got captured by some cannibals."

Her eyes widen as she looked at you, "Yea, that wasn't fun. They tried to, they tortured first. Trying to break me, I guess. Peter hadn't been taken by them which was good cause they would have killed him on the spot. I still don't know how I managed to escape." You let out a shaky breath remembering all the harm those assholes did.

"Hey, you're not there anymore. You're here, with me. With your parents. Your friends. What you went through, I'm sorry. No one should go through that. Come on. Lay with me. You need rest.” Tara moved to bring you down with her when she noticed how tired you were. Getting comfortable as you laid on her chest.

Tara would do what ever she could for you. She wanted nothing more than to help you. Wanting you stop blaming yourself for what happened. She’d help, in any way she could.

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Osuke Neko-Kun | Yarichin Bitch Club x Male reader [Chapter 1]

cw: Threesome, male sex, blow jobs, creampies, hate fuck, mating press, possible polyamorous relationship, mostly Ayato Yuri x Reader, Platonic relationships, oral sex, fingering, anal, BDSM, gangbang, sex toys eg. vibrators, pegging, rough sex, fluff, mentions and light descriptions of abuse

Summary: The new transfer student, [Name] [Last Name], has been moved to study at the 'great' all-boys boarding school Morimori Academy and has been quite excited to meet his best friends from middle school Yuri Ayato and Tamura Yui, especially Yuri, thinking nothing has changed from the year they haven't seen each other but oh boy is he wrong. Everything he seemed to once know about them has changed once he joined the school's Photography Club.

He's in for a hell of a ride. Literally.

People who identify as Female and minors DNI! This is not for you! If older female readers are looking for a Yari-bu x Reader I suggest reading 'That Girl' by @mozumon! This story will also have major spoilers for the manga so read with caution! I don’t own the characters, all were originally made and written by Ogeretsu Tanaka.

Everything felt so warm and soft as if your bed was just hugging your body as you rested quietly. Well until one of the cleaners busted into your room thinking you were ready and already down stairs getting your shoes on.

"Oh my! Master [Name]! I'm so sorry! Goodness-" She stuttered as she fumbled with the cleaning equipment in her hands as you sat up quickly from your bed half asleep but somehow had adrenaline in your veins.

The poor woman kept going on as you rubbed your eyes and combed your hair back with your hand as you glanced around you almost 'empty' room since you'd already done your packing which were only essential items "I, I thought you were already gone- or getting ready to leave!"

"Wait-" You then said, sleep still evident in your voice, the way your voice sounded almost scaring the poor cleaning woman alone, "What time is it?"

"U,uh...8:10 am I think young master-"

"8:10?!" you suddenly shouted as you grabbed your phone from charge and checked the time for yourself as the middle-aged woman looked like her soul left her body from your sudden outburst.

"I'm going to be late! Really late!" You shouted, since your home was a couple of minutes away from the academy, as you got out of bed and the poor cleaning woman slowly backed out of your room to give you space as you messily shoved your uniform onto yourself and brushed your hair. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to be on your phone late last night.

Once you looked presentable you grabbed your things you ran to the door but suddenly stopped and glanced at your electric guitar that was placed neatly next to its case, contemplating if you should bring it before groaning and running out of your room to brush your teeth and get to the front door at a good time, leaving a dazed cleaner leaning onto the wall as she watched you run down the stairs.

You were tugging at the back of your shoe to make sure it was on properly before seeing the cleaning woman near the stairs, about to go back to cleaning before smiling and waving at you.

"Dōmo arigatōgozaimasu!" You thanked the kind woman before leaving the house in a rush causing the woman to shake her head and laugh.

You were almost out of breath as you got to the car that was waiting for you for almost an hour and a half, the driver's face full of stress and annoyance once you got in. You couldn't blame him.

"I'm so sorry sir! Please hurry!" You managed to breath out as you caught your breath.

"Alright alright! Just stop breathing so loudly.."

"Gomen!"

You bowed deeply to the driver once you arrived at the school gates, the time was just fine leaving you enough time to run to get your information and get to your homeroom and not look tardy on your 'first' day of school.

This was technically the other first year's have been their much more longer than you since your father was home-schooling you because he thought letting you go to a normal school was messing with your brain. Which it didn't but thank the heavens he gave you a chance.

"Enough already, just go." The driver then said with a small smile as he waved his hand outside the window of the car at you while you nodded. Making your way quickly down the empty halls of the school and reaching the place where you were given your things, hoping your things were already in your dorm.

"Come in!" a gentle voice would call from behind the door as you knocked before you opened it to show a kind-looking man in his early 20s, he had dark hair and ocean blue eyes and a welcoming smile as he sat behind a desk and computer.

"Ah! Good morning you must be Mr [Last Name] [Name] yes?" He asked, his voice as sweet as honey, a small smile on his face as you nodded. His fingers typed quite quickly as he searched for your information on the school's database.

"Alright, your homeroom will be 1-D, this will be your dorm key and this will be your schedule!" He then continued as he handed you your things, handing you another pair of the keys since it was normal for some first years to misplace their first set. "Now you should hurry off now. You don't want to be late."

You just nodded before leaving the room like your life depended on it, you really wanted to get this over and done with. Introductions are one of the worst things about the first days. It would've been so much easier if you came in on the actual first day...

As you got closer to the classroom door you could hear some faint voice before seeing the teacher at his desk before making eye contact with you, causing you to flinch ever so slightly. God why did his head move so quick...it was like he knew you were there.

The man soon got up, which none of the students cared about as he went to talk to you. God...let's pray this goes by quickly.

"Ah..." You mumbled out on impulse as you glanced at everyone in the room, your nerves getting the best of you before your teacher cleared his throat, as if telling you to go on.

"I am [Last Name] [Name], I recently transferred to MoriMori Academy. I like making music and playing guitar. Please take care of me." you said, a small blush coming onto your cheeks as you fiddled with your sleeves, all their eyes making you uncomfortable, as you did a small bow.

"Thank you [Name]-san, please take a seat next to Toono-san." the teacher said with a nod as the brown-haired boy called Toono raised his hand and gave you a smile. You returned and quickly sat next to him while the teacher started to talk as you did a little victory scream in your mind for successfully surviving the introduction.

"Hi, I'm Toono Takashi, I'm also a transfer student but you probably already know heh." The brown-haired boy that sat next to you greeted you with the same kind smile, his eyes were a beautiful emerald green and his hair looked soft and like you could fall asleep from just touching it.

You just chuckled softly behind your hand as you took in his features and nodded "And you probably know who I am. It's nice to meet you Toono-"

"Toono-san, [Name]-san you both can get to know each other AFTER, thank you." the teacher then said causing some chuckles and laughs to come from the others while Toono's face started to turn red while you sighed and looked to the side, embarrassed that you were caught.

You both apologised softly before looking at each other and laughing it off quietly. It's nice to know there is someone you know in your homeroom you could talk to. And not long after your other classes began, joy!

You had your head on your desk with a groan as the class ended and the students got ready to leave to have lunch with their friends while Toono got up and went over to you with a empathetic look and tapped your shoulder.

"Are you okay [Name]?" He said with a awkward smile as you raised your hair from the table, your bangs getting messed up in the process, letting out a hum before seeing a orange haired boy walk up to you both with a small skip in his step. And you could just tell that he was VERY well liked.

"Toono! Wanna have lunch with me?" the ginger haired boy asked with one of the most sweetest smiles you've ever seen, not seeming to notice you.

"Ah- Well I'd love too!" Toono replied with a small blush on his cheeks, but hey! you don't judge, as he talked to him while you just sat there akwardly looking to the side as you fixed your hair until you heard the orange haired boy say something.

"Ah~! Sorry! You must be the new transfer student right? I'm Yaguchi Kyousuke. But you can call me Yacchan! I hope we can be friends." Yacchan said with angelic smile, his chocolate brown eyes having a golden glow in the sunlight. Now you understood why Toono was blushing, this man wasn't just kind and popular...HE'S AN ANGEL!

"Ah- I'm [Last Name] [Name], but I think you already know aha...It's nice to meet you." you said awkwardly once again as you rubbed the back of your neck as your started to admire his features once again.

"Have you decided on a club you're going to join?" Yacchan then asked making Toono turn to you with a odd expression but you just ignored it for now.

"Well... I heard there was a Photography Club in this school but if there is a music club I'd love to join tha-"

"MUSIC YES!" Toono then said loudly with a shaky smile making you both look at the brown haired boy. "I mean, music club sounds like a perfect club for you [Name]!" he'd then say clearing his throat after that random outburst while you laughed it off.

"I'd agree with Toono if it wasn't full already..." Yacchan then said with a soft tone as he looked at Toono then you, smiling apologetically, "But I'm sure the Photography Club is in need for more members-"

"NO! I mean-" Toono then paused realizing he shouted again, causing the poor boy to blush embarrassedly and laugh to himself.

"Aw do you not want to be in the same club as [Name], Toono?" Yacchan said in a teasing tone as a small smirk grew onto his face, leaning closer to him while Toono tried to find the right words. The scene in general making you laugh.

"What no! It'd be great to have [Name] in my club it's just- there are so many other clubs that can work with music!" he said as you looked at him with a deadpan expression "Yeah like what?"

"..."

"That's what I thought, plus it doesn't sound that bad!"

"Are you really sure? It's just...never mind but are you sure?"

"Toono...Plus I'm sure next year there will be a space in the music club." You sighed out, leaving Yacchan to giggle at the little conversation, while Toono just nodded in a defeated way.

"And since we'll share the same club soon you've gotta help we register for it!" you said in a childlike manner as you got up from you seat as playfully punched Toono's shoulder to which you internally shouted at yourself for while Toono nodded again but more willing to help you, his smile less shaky as well.

"Oh yeah! Would you like to sit with us too [Name]?" Yacchan then invited you, tilting his head slightly making you think of a cat.

"You really should! We're having Yacchan's cousin join as well!" Toono then added, Yacchan looking to the side with a unreadable look on his face once Toono mentioned his cousin but who were you to pass up an opportunity like that? "Sure! It's better than walking around the place alone!"

"Great! Cmon~" Yacchan then said, seemingly going back to normal as he held onto your sleeve gently, making you blush as the unexpected act but it made you smile either way.

'This is going amazing~ I'll see you soon Yuri!'

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Chapter 9 - I could get used to this.

Summary: Y/N and Shouta gets outed in front of the whole gang. Katsuki and Megumi looks way too comfortable around each other. The last day is approaching, but the mood is too good to ruin it with negative thoughts. Megumi tells the gang about her past.

IMPORTANT: I know I said this will be the last chapter but it is NOT. The story ends with chapter 10, I wrote too much again 😂😂😂

Warnings: Suggestive, swear words, mentions of child abuse and neglect.

FIRST CHAPTER MASTER LIST

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The next morning you wake up with Shouta’s arms around you; everyone is asleep in the room, tiny little noises filling the space as the two men sleeps deeply, content and safe. You smile to yourself for a second; when you were a kid you’ve never had the chance to have sleepovers so this kinda feels like you are finally able to feel the joy of it, at the humble age of 29. Present Mic sleeps in his sleeping bag, absolutely ignoring your shuffling; you can’t say the same about the grumpy hero next to you who starts to frown just as you try to move out of his warm embrace. Oh, did you forget to tell the audience that Shouta is a terrible sleeper? Well… Shouta is literally like a cat. He wakes up to everything. Cuddling with him is actually an absolute nightmare because every time you move your arms to get comfortable you wake him up by accident. He tries to fake it, bless his little ass; he continues to look asleep but the sudden change in the way he’s breathing makes it obvious that you ruined his sleep with that one, minuscule movement. Now it makes sense why is the guy always sleeping in the classroom.

“Where are you going?” Shouta mumbles, like you are just about to leave the country without him.

“I’ll start working on breakfast. You sleep some more, yeah?” You whisper into his ears, your hands caressing his head soothingly.

“You don’t need to whisper, Mic can’t hear too well and he’s a heavy sleeper. You could scream into his ears and he wouldn’t wake up.” Shouta mumbles while his arms snake around you again cheekily.

“I kinda want to try that.” You giggle, your eyes focusing on the snoring blonde on the floor.

“Don’t. You’ll freak out the kids.” He murmurs but you can’t miss the little smile on his face. “I’ll come out in a few minutes, try not to burn the house down.”

“Excuse me?” You giggle with a surprised look on your face.

“Sorry, autopilot. When Hitoshi tries to do breakfast he usually ends up burning something.” Shouta says fondly as he lets you go. You would like to say “finally” but that would be a lie. You really want to stay here and enjoy his warmth for longer, but no one wants to take care of a bunch of hungry, sleep-deprived kids.

“I’ll let you off this time.” You murmur into his mouth, leaving a wet kiss on his lips as you stand up from the bed. He grumbles a bit more before he finally finds the perfect position to sleep for a few more minutes.

When you arrive in the kitchen/living room area you are surprised to see an almost empty room; the kids are outside on the beach already, Eri is probably still sleeping in her room and the only two people in the kitchen are Bakugou and Megumi, both reading a book next each other in complete silence. Bakugou is rocking his reading glasses, completely comfortable with Megumi being in the room with him. Whoever said Bakugou is an aggressive person is an absolute idiot. The boy might be loud, but right here, right now, he is the chillest fucking dude on the face of earth.

“What are you two up to? It’s barely eight.” You smile at the two kids. Katsuki jumps up at the sudden noise, looking at you with pure fright in his eyes. “Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” You say, feeling guilty for scaring the poor boy.

“Nah, it’s all good. My therapist says I have PTSD or some shit, plus my hearing isn’t the best so I tend to miss people sneaking up on me when I’m not wearing my hearing aids.

“Wait, you wear hearing aids?” Megumi looks up, utterly surprised.

“It’s a part of my hero uniform, yeah.” Katsuki says like he’s talking about the weather. No biggie. Now that you look at the blonde up close, the poor boy has so many scars on his arms and on his face, it’s kinda heartbreaking. “I only use it while I fight and when I’m out alone.”

You are not sure what to say to that and neither does Megumi so you just give him a nod and move towards the kitchen to make some coffee for everyone. You put the cups down in front of the two bookworms. Katsuki murmurs an almost silent “thanks” and takes a big gulp of the freshly made coffee then spits the whole thing out when Aizawa snakes his arms around you from behind and leaves a tiny kiss on your temple, still half asleep. Megumi can’t stop giggling as he offers a tissue to the pink faced boy, who’s still choking.

“I know, right?” Megumi mutters between to fits of giggles.

“So you knew about this?” Katsuki ignores the both of you for the sake of Megumi.

“Bro, I made this happen.” Megumi answers proudly.

“That’s… really nice of you?” The blonde… asks? Says? “You’re quite mature for your age.”

“I’m STILL only a year younger than you.” Megumi rolls her eyes but takes the compliment. “I haven’t been through a war the way you did but I had my own battles when I was young.” She smiles and for everyone surprise, Katsuki smiles back. Or does something like that. Calling it a smile is an overstatement.

“Okay, can you guys go back to reading your stupid manga and act like normal teenagers before I start bawling like a new born child?” You grumble under your nose with eyes full of unshed tears.

“Get used to it, Y/N.” Shouta says and pulls you towards the kitchen. “Come on, I’m hungry.”

“Why is she so sensitive.” The blonde murmurs under his nose but does his best to look busy with his manga again while your daughter stares at him with zero shame. Honestly. You two are like two peas in a pod; if you want something, you work your ass off for it, even if it hurts. It’s not the best family trait, but with the right people it’s certainly useful. Hopefully, you won’t need to tend Megumi’s broken heart in the near future because swear to fucking god, you are not an aggressive person but you’ll make sure this explodo-boy has no willy to make kids with if that ever happens. Katsuki looks up after feeling your sudden death stare on him and sighs; for some reason, his face scrunched up like he’s in pain when he looks at Megumi after that.

“Don’t do that. He gets enough shit from the media already.” Shouta reprimands and you mumble a little sorry as you crack a few eggs into a bowl. “I’ll be out for a while today, I need to sort out some things.”

“Can it not wait?” You look up at him with your best puppy eyes but Shouta only sighs.

“No, it can’t. I want to take care of these things before we go home. It will only take a couple of hours. I’ll be back for dinner.” Shouta leaves a tiny kiss on your forehead and all the fight leaves you right away.

“If you are even five minutes late, you’ll sleep on the floor next to Mic tonight.” You retort jokingly.

“You’ll be a terrible wife.” Shouta rolls his eyes and needless to say your whole face flushes from his words. It takes him a few seconds to realize his own mistake but it doesn’t take him long to become a stuttering mess; funnily enough, while his whole face resembles a tomato his facial expression is still just as deadpan as always. “… I mean, you don’t need to be… my wife I mean. If you don’t want to, that is. It was a joke. Yeah. I’m gonna go so I’m not late.” Shouta takes a plain toast from the counter and puts it in his mouth as he jogs towards your room to change.

“At least put some butter on it!” You yell after him, giggling like a schoolgirl but you let him do his own thing for now; you haven’t even had a conversation about being in a relationship yet here he is, the guy you thought you have no chance with, thinking about you as a wife. Life is so fucking good right now, goddamnit!

“Mom, you are being disgusting, stop that.” Megumi retorts with a cheeky smile on her pretty little face.

“Shut up and keep staring at your cute little crush in his nerdy little glasses.” You wink and needless to say, you won the round with that; Katsuki almost chokes on his own saliva, Megumi yelps so loudly Kirishima runs in from outside, thinking someone is dying and you can’t help but laugh like an absolute madman while the eggs get burnt on the stove.

If this is how the rest of your life is going to be, you are absolutely thrilled for the future.

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“Tadaima!” A grumpy Shouta comes in through the main door, his prosthetic leg thrown to the side like it personally offended Shouta’s mother on the way home.

“It’s almost 8.” You pout, stepping closer and closer to your loved one to help him get to the sofa, even though you are supposed to be really angry right now.

Well, not really, you have no rights to be offended just because he left you with the kids for the whole day, most of them are almost adults anyway, but you are definitely not a big fan of the fact that he didn’t even send a message about being so late.

“Sorry, I had a long call from the principal. Apparently, he started a new fur-care routine and it’s magical and I need to know everything about it.” He sighs, his arms snaking around your waist automatically. “Where are the others?” Shouta looks around with his chin on your shoulders; his hair tickles your neck in a really pleasant way. Damn, everything this man does just makes you feel things you shouldn’t feel while surrounded with a class worth of children.

“They are playing a board game in the room. I stayed behind to clean up after dinner.” You answer, silently hoping that Shouta takes it as an invitation to… well… enjoy each other’s company…?

“Hmm… I missed you.” Shouta moves his head so he can leave a tiny kiss on your neck, then another and another. You sigh heavily as he keeps peppering kisses all over until he reaches your lips; it starts with a small kiss first but it doesn’t take too long for you two to forget about your surroundings; the kiss gets heavy and wet and you are not sure if Shouta’s clinging to you for balance or for something else.

“I can feel it.” You snicker between two deep kisses, your fingers deep in Shouta’s hair.

“Wait until I get my hands on you in the bedroom when no one’s around.” He murmurs to your lips while his hands wonder under your shirt; the touch is warm and needy, hands grabbing your sides possessively as he pulls you impossibly closer.

“Jesus, stop.” You literally moan while you pull on the hero’s hair without realizing it. Shouta’s barely audible moan doesn’t help the situation.

“Fuck.” Shouta yelps, teeth biting, hands wondering; he’s completely lost in the moment, not even stressed about the fact that anyone can barge in to the living room and see this.

“Language.” You smirk while you lead him towards your bedroom, which is quite a hard task when there’s a man with half a leg missing clinging to you like a koala. Your back hits the wall with a loud thud, right by your bedroom door; mistake of the century as all the kids run out of the other room, ready to fight with whoever made the noise. There is a scream coming from Mina’s direction, Kaminari yells “yes!” like he’s the one being kissed, Hitoshi tries his best to hide the massive grin on his face, Kirishima and Sero stares with a pale face while Bakugou covers Megumi’s eyes jokingly, saying she’s too young for this. Thankfully, by the time little poor Eri comes out the room, declaring the hallway safe and villain-free, you two manage to jump off each other, both of your faces red as a ripe tomato.

This… is not how you wanted to let them know you two are a thing but… oh, well.

“Sorry, I tried to tell them there is no danger.” Present Mic mutters but he’s also incapable of hiding the shit eating grin on his face.

“Dad, why are you hurting Y/N? Stop it! Bad dad! Really bad!” Eri yells as loud as she can; the poor little girl tried her best to sound confident but her voice managed to waver by the end of her sentence. Oh, she’s so precious.

“They weren’t fighting, Eri. They were… uhm… kissing.” Katsuki pulls Eri to his side; it doesn’t take long for her to hide her face in Katsuki’s belly, tension leaving her tiny shoulders from the human contact.

“But the noise…” Eri mutters into Katsuki’s shirt.

“They just stumbled and she bumped into the wall, honey. It happens.” Hitoshi ruffles Eri’s hair.

“I want to stumble and bump into the wall too.” Kaminari says way too loudly; he slaps his hand on his mouth right away. Hitoshi’s face is the same color as yours now. Hah.

“So Y/N is still going to be my mom?” Eri looks at Hitoshi with hopeful eyes.

Nevermind, your face is probably way more red than Hitoshi’s now. The boy looks up at his father with a questioning look and Shouta only nods; Hitoshi whispers something into the little girl’s ears and she perks up right away.

“It’s a secret though!” Hitoshi adds with a wink; Kaminari looks like he’s not even in the room anymore by the way he’s gawking at the purple haired boy after he finished talking. Hitoshi catches him in the middle of the act and winks at him with a shit eating grin on his face; Kaminari’s soul leaves his body and the boy falls on the floor with a loud thud.

“Did he really just faint?” Mina mutters while the attention goes from you two to the boy laying on the floor.

“He’s such a himbo.” Katsuki rolls his eyes but Megumi uses this opportunity to stand right in front of the blonde boy to wink at him seductively. Katsuki’s face almost catches on fire. There is a sound of explosions coming towards the boy’s clenched fists.

You two decide to use this time to sneak inside your room; you both start laughing as the door closes behind you.

“I don’t know what you think, but it was hundred percent worth it for that show.” You giggle to yourself, your face hidden in Shouta’s neck.

“Absolutely.”

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“So how did Y/N end up to be your mom, Megumi?” Kirishima asks at the dinner table. Shouta tenses next to you, but only for a second; the reassuring hand on his thigh is enough for him to know you are more than okay with the conversation.

“Well, it’s not the nicest story, but I’m more than happy to share if Ma is okay with it.” Megumi looks up at you. You nod, but you do put your chopsticks down, because there is no way you can eat while she tells the story. “My blood parents were always busy.” Megumi starts up. “I’m probably not mature enough to completely understand what was going on in their heads when they had me but if I can tell you my opinion they… weren’t ready for a child. They probably never will be. Their whole life revolved around their jobs and when they had a tiny bit of spare time they preferred to party it away. I’m quite sure I was a mistake…”

“Megumi…” you retort right away, jumping into the middle of her sentence. “I told you not to say that. The fact that my sister is the shittiest mother the world has ever seen has nothing to do with you.” Your words sound a bit harsher than you expected them to be but hopefully, she gets what you are trying to say.

“I was an accident yet my parents still managed to get their shit together and be happy for me, even if it took them a few years.” Katsuki says nonchalantly. Megumi gawks at the blonde next to her. The boy shrugs, mumbling “no big deal.” Under his nose and looks at Megumi with eyes that tells her to continue the story. Megumi takes a deep breath and does just that.

“After my parents decided they can’t give up on their free time for their child they asked Y/N to take care of me while they are out. First, it was once every two weeks, then every week, then when I was around 4, it was almost every day. There were weeks when I didn’t even see them at all.” Megumi takes another deep breath. “The time went past and things got even worse. My mom couldn’t bear seeing me cry, but I was so lonely and sad, so confused by the whole thing… it all started with one slap then it continued until they came home drunk one day and she tried to hurt me right in front of Y/N.” Megumi looks up at you with nothing but gratitude in her eyes. “ She yelled at them then put all my stuff - I barely had any by the way - in one bag and left with me. They didn’t say a word about it and didn’t even ask if I’m alive…”

“Fucking shitbags.” Katsuki retorts with a face full of fury.

“Y/N took me in and didn’t even ask for any money first, down right refused to take a single penny from my parents but we struggled so much she eventually had to. Hence why I still need to talk to them when they call me just to tell me how happy they are that I’m gone.“

“Not for long.” Shouta mutters, looking right into Megumi’s eyes. You can’t help but nod; you are so close to be able to get those papers done. A few more months, maybe a year… “I had a meeting with some people who work in this area today. This case is easier than I expected. We will talk about this later. Let’s enjoy our last two days here then we can do all the paperwork when we get home. I asked a friend of mine to take your case, he’ll get you out of this by the end of the summer break.”

“Shouta, I appreciate your help but don’t give her so much hope. I don’t have enough money to guarantee I can take care of her which is stupid because I’ve been able to for the past few years now but the law is the law…” You retort a bit angrily; Megumi looks down at her feet, heartbroken. Fuck.

“I’m aware of the law and I still stand by my opinion. I wouldn’t say it if I wouldn’t be so sure.” Shouta answers with a straight, confident look. The sound of a sniffle hits your ears; Kirishima leans on Bakugou’s shoulder to hide his face there and for everyone’s surprise, the explosive blonde lets him.

“That’s so manly, goddamit. Both of you. I want to be your friend, Megumi!”

“I don’t want any of your saliva on my shirt this time, fucker.” Bakugou grumbles but he snakes his fingers into Kirishima’s un-gelled hair to soothe him. Hitoshi looks at the two boys, his hands twitching on the table; Katsuki gives him a silent nod and Hitoshi reaches out to pet Kirishima’s back. He looks like a frightened animal, bless him. Kirishima looks up at that and starts crying again.

“Toshi! You touched me! Willingly! Oh my god!”

This really must be a big thing because Shouta can’t even fake nonchalance as he gawks at his boy.

“Toshi has a hard time with affection. We couldn’t even touch him when he moved in first. Eri and Denki helped a lot with that but him reaching out for anyone else but them is a first.” Shouta mumbles to you.

“Gimme a hug you whiny stack of meat.” Hitoshi gives Kirishima an unattractive grin and it doesn’t take long to the redhead to barge into Hitoshi’s personal space to give him the tightest hug in the century. “Jesus, you are suffocating me.”

“Toshiiiii! I’m so proud of you.” Kirishima wails dramatically. Honestly, this friend group is ridiculous.

“I want a hug too!” Kaminari whines, but the gang only rolls their eyes at that.

“You are the only person who gets to hug him on a normal day, shut the fuck up and let them have their moment.” Sero reprimands. The amount of drama should be overwhelming; the room is loud and busy but somehow, it’s more soothing than annoying.

“I could get used to this, you know.” You mumble under your nose to no one in particular.

“We can come over sometimes.” Katsuki mutters with a red face. Even though he’s technically answering you he looks at Megumi instead; she smiles and nods happily at the blonde, completely over the moon.

Yeah… you could definitely get used to this.

“You’re welcome anytime. Thank you.” You smile at the boy and you can only hope he can feel that he has your blessing if he wants to approach your daughter. By the adorable blush on his frowning face, he did get the message, loud and clear.

Someone giggles right by your side; you look up at Shouta, who tries to cover his lips so no one can see him giggling like a school boy but he doesn’t do it quick enough; the teens gawk at him like this is the first time Aizawa did something so human and to be fair, it probably is.

“Tell anyone and you are all dead meat.” Aizawa snickers and while his grin isn’t the most attractive thing in the world, you still can’t help but be completely infatuated by it.

“I want someone to look at me the way Y/N looks at Sensei.” Kaminari mutters to himself.

“I don’t think my face is capable of such a thing.” Hitoshi mumbles under his nose.

“What?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“I love you guys so fucking much.” You grin at the gang.

“Language.” The answer comes, yelled in unison and the whole table starts laughing like maniacs.

Life is good. So fucking good.

I know… “language”, but fuck that right now.

… Last Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- I know, it has been 9999 years. Life got in the way, what can I say. I hope this long ass chapter helps with the pain! 😂💜

- So okay, here’s my Aizawa theory; Aizawa is a terrible sleeper but usually gets so tired after a restless night, he ends up being able to sleep in class anyway. Thank you for listening.

- I feel like Present Mic definitely has an issue with his hearing thanks to his quirk. I don’t think he’s actually deaf as there is probably some kind of protection in his ears to prevent the loss of hearing but he’s probably not the best hearing hero in the world. Katsuki also must have some issues for the same reason. He also has a lot of face-to-face fights and even a small accident can make the poor boy deaf, so.. yeah.

- Can we talk about how fucked up all these kids are? Because I want to give them all a hug. They are so broken but they still have enough strength in them to smile and do silly teeny things and I really respect that.

- I hope the next chapter won’t take as long but my life is still a mess so please be patient with me. I’m also working overtime during the Christmas period to get some money for cheeky figurines. Like this one I bought in London. Look at him. He’s perfect 😭

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Adore You 4 (Yandere! Sugar Daddy! Mingi x Yandere! Yunho x Black! Reader)

Do you tell him? How do you tell him? How do you tell the man who took you off the streets, has you living in a luxurious penthouse, sends you on endless shopping trips, and is practically catering to you that his best friend is a psychopath and possibly a murderer. You bite your nails worried about how Mingi would take the news if you told him, on one hand its the truth and Mingi should know the truth...on the other hand Mingi could possibly know and kill you for speaking up. That's probably what happened to the other women the Yunho mentioned.

The clocks hands seemed to drag as every minute felt like a year, the anticipation of Mingi arriving home felt like you were at the top of a roller coaster ready to go down the hill. 1 minute, 2 minutes, 3 minutes....you were about to go insane. Finally the front door opened as Mingi walked in hanging his coat. You jumped rushing up to him ready to greet him. Mingi looked to you and smiled gently...weird. You've never seen Mingi smile at you so warmly before, the only other time you saw him smile was when you two watched the news of the perv being exposed. The warm smile made you temporarily forget your main purpose of approaching him. "Your excited to see me" Mingi commented as he walked to the kitchen, "I am?" you blush as Mingi grabbed two oranges, he peeled one and handed it to you before peeling the other and savoring each piece of fruit.

You nibble on the tangy fruit as the silence comforts you both. Mingi cleared his throat as he looked to you "I was told that my...ex wife came here" Mingi began, oh yeah....Sara. Yunho had completely taken over your mind you forgot that Sara had came. "She did...she wasn't all that happy to see me" you said picking at the orange. Mingi frowned, he didn't like that his past was popping up, he didn't like that you now knew he was once married, would the arrangement you two had be soured by this fact, will Sara run you away...no, over Mingi's dead body will you leave him. "Listen...Sara is...a previous affair, if she comes by again let me know and I will handle her" Mingi's eyes turned cold, it scared you. The sudden change in tone and the cold look in his eyes made you back off from your original plan to tell him about Yunho.

"Anyway, we're going to cook dinner together, think of it like bonding thing" Mingi informed you. Cooking...you never learned how to properly cook, you either took leftover food from the soup kitchen or steal small snacks from the convenience store. "I...I don't know how to cook" you tell Mingi. The business man looked to you for a moment before nodding "It's ok Yunho's joining us so he'll help me out" your blood ran cold, Yunho's coming.

7pm would roll around as Yunho happily entered Mingi's penthouse, Yunho loved cooking with Mingi, it was a special bonding time for the two, it would remind Yunho of when they first met in high school. Yunho would see Mingi eating alone due to his asshole friends abandoning him their reason to leave was for Mingi eating slow, Yunho would join him for lunch from then on and those assholes leaving Mingi by himself suddenly disappeared. Yunho entered the penthouse holding a bottle of fancy wine. Clattering could be heard from the kitchen, Yunho giddily skipped to the area where he saw Mingi gathering pots and pans and you sitting on the counter watching him. Yunho’s mood slightly soured, he thought you would have gotten the idea to stay out of his way when he came over, guess you were more stubborn than Yunho thought.

“Yunho put the wine in the fridge and help me” Mingi called out. Yunho fixed his face and did as so “so what’s the plan tonight?” Yunho asked, Mingi pulled out ingredients “I thought about either kimchi fried rice or bulgogi” Mingi explained, Mingi looked to you “what do you want” you looked to the counter afraid to make eye contact with yunho or Mingi “um…how about kimchi fried rice” you said softly. Mingi took notice to your behavior change, “if you’re embarrassed about not knowing to cook it’s ok” Mingi smiled softly, the older man walked around to you grabbing your hand, Mingi guided you to the counter “here take out the kimchi and cut it in chunks” Mingi stood behind you as he grabbed a knife and guided you on how to cut the kimchi.

Jealousy bubbled in Yunho as he watched you two, how pathetic of you to pretend you don’t know how to cook to get Mingi to coddle you. Yunho prepped the rice as he watched you carefully cut the kimchi by yourself as Mingi cut up the green onion and garlic. “So… (Y/N), how’s life been since Mingi took you in” Yunho asked. You kept quiet for a moment wanting to choose your words carefully who know how Yunho will react. “It’s different, I didn’t have a lot of money before so I feel weird” you said quietly, Yunho hummed “so what did you do before meeting Mingi” you froze as did Mingi. Yunho tried to hide a smirk, the both of you were hiding something.

“I um…” you tried to think, “she’s a college student” Mingi blurted. Mingi wasn’t an idiot he knew if anyone were to find out that you were just some homeless women he picked off the street he’d be a social laughing stock. “Oh what do you study” Yunho asked. You look to Mingi who only nodded towards Yunho “n-nursing” you stammer out. Yunho refrained from rolling his eyes, nursing a typical answer, it’s easy to act as if you’re a nursing student given their busy and hectic schedule.

Yunho only hummed and continued to prepare the food, both you and Mingi let out a sigh of relief. The cooking would go by quietly as everyone was stuck in their own minds. Finally the food was ready, the three of you sat and ate the meal. “So Mingi, it’s almost time for our annual trip, do you have an idea on where you want to go?” Yunho said the smugness hidden in his voice. “Oh, I forgot…well we’ve been everywhere even visited some places twice…y/n where would you like to visit” Yunho could nearly break his chopsticks the way he gripped them in anger at the mention of you joining the trip. You look to Mingi and think, you’ve never been outside of Korea, you don’t know what the world is like, is it as cruel where you already are, or is it different being the arm candy of a wealthy man.

“Mingi she’ll probably be too busy with her school work to go on a trip” Yunho smiled his teeth feeling as though they may break with how hard he’s clenching them. “She can make up her work” Mingi said, Mingi was touched Yunho cared so much about your education however he felt bad lying to his best friend. “Now y/n where would like to go” Mingi asked again. You tried not to look at the glaring Yunho “uh, p-paris?” You say more as a question than an actual statement. Mingi smiled “Paris is perfect, you loved it when we visited right Yunho” Mingi looked to his best friend. Yunho forced a smile “ I did, it was such a great time for us” Yunho emphasized on the word us. “Then that’s where we’ll go!” Mingi beamed happy his two favorite people were going on a trip. Meanwhile both you and Yunho began to dread the upcoming trip with one another. One was for certain, only one of you would make it back alive.

#kpop yandere #yandere ateez #yandere kpop #yandere mingi #yandere yunho

[eternalchiyo]

𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕊𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕜 ~𝔻𝔸ℝ𝕂 10~

Summary: Zombies and angsty kisses

Word Count: 1229

Apparently, when it came to hating on natural smells, the Mukami’s surpassed Chiyo by far. Or at least that’s how it seemed to her. Vampires weren’t that territorial by nature but for some reason the whole family was highly bothered by the fact that Ruki Mukami’s smell would not stop trailing behind her.

Chiyo wondered what that meant exactly. She could barely tell the difference the way she was, but if they had a different smell than regular Vampires, did that mean they were a different species after all? She never heard of this in her entire life but what other possibility was there? Were they just vampire-like demons? They definitely seemed like they came from the demon world. Chiyo hummed to herself as she sunk into the bathtub that was filled with hot water. Maybe they were zombies? At least that would put the dead person she saw into perspective.

Reiji had not asked but ordered her to go and take a bath as soon as they arrived at the mansion. He also told her to hurry as he had some sort of important announcement to make to the whole household.

Chiyo decided to take her sweet time with bathing.

She washed her hair thoroughly and was detangling and separating her locks from one another when she remembered the way Ruki’s hand felt when he touched it. A warm feeling spread through her whole body and suddenly she felt incredibly guilty.

She wondered what Shuu would say if he had seen that. Undoubtedly he had made his own deductions when he was sitting in the car. He had a nose, and he probably thought she was now trying to seduce Ruki or something like that. Always so quick to make assumptions.

Well, there was certainly something to get from Ruki here and it was attention. Attention Shuu refused to give to her ever since their terrible fight. Maybe Ruki has seen through that and tried to use Chiyo as a way to get to the Sakamakis.

The girl groaned and punched the water.

“Get a grip Chiyo,” she told herself.

When she came down the stairs, she could see the whole family gathered in the living room. Or well… almost the whole family; Shuu was missing, and Reiji seemed to get increasingly impatient.

“Good grief, he really is worthless. Chiyo, I need you to fetch him.”

“Are you being serious? I just came down the stairs, someone else can do that,” she said.

“I gave you a phone for a reason, it’s not my fault you failed to pick it up, now hurry up. I already told you I don’t have all night!”

Chiyo rolled her eyes at Reiji’s mention of the cellphone. That worthless thing, she didn’t bother even looking into how to use it, just chucked it somewhere into her closet without any intentions of ever using it anyway. It probably ran out of battery a long time ago.

She let out an audible and exasperated sigh while she made her way back upstairs. Letting everyone know just how little motivation she had to do that. Why would Shuu listen to her of all people all of a sudden?

Before, she had always tried to avoid going near Shuu’s room, but she guessed now she didn’t have much of a choice. It felt like ages since she had set foot into his room, the last time probably being before their fight that caused them to go their separate ways.

Now she stood in front of the door, hand hovering over the handle, not sure what to do next. The next step would be to push it, quite obviously, but Chiyo was scared and felt practically glued in her spot.

Knock, knock.

No answer. Not much of a surprise, he never answered doors.

With a sigh Chiyo decided to let herself in.

“Pardon the intrusion...”

There he was, laying on his bed and sleeping. Chiyo stepped closer.

It wasn’t visible from afar but now that she saw him up close, she noticed how restless he seemed. His breathing ragged and sweat forming on his forehead. He looked as if he was in pain.

Was he having a nightmare?

She couldn’t bear seeing him like this, so she decided to wake him.

“Shuu…” she said, gently grabbing his shoulder and squeezing it.

Suddenly his eyes shot open, and in the brief moment she was able to get a look at them they seemed almost panicked. Though, Chiyo did not have enough time to think about that as his hands wrapped tightly around her throat and pressed her into the mattress.

“You’ve got some serious nerve showing up in here like this,” he said, voice almost a growl.

Chiyo tried to talk back to him but found it too hard with him gripping at her neck like that. She only managed a few words.

“Shuu… it’s not… Reiji was…”

His grip tightened even more.

“Hah? So now you also run circles around my brother? Is Ruki not good enough for you anymore? Hm?”

“No– Listen—”

She clawed at his hands, tried to get him to let her go by digging her nails deep into his knuckles. But he didn’t let go.

“Your voice makes me sick. Guess I will have to shut you up this way.”

The girl’s eyes widened when she noticed him baring his fangs at her. They pierced her skin violently and she couldn’t help but let out a painful cry. The only good thing coming from this was him finally removing his hands from her throat. It didn’t make it any easier to breathe though.

Tears pricked her eyes as she tried to just endure it until it was over. The state he was in right now made her think that if she were to resist and move, he would rip her whole throat out. She couldn’t stand seeing him like this and the worst thing was that she was at fault for it.

She dug her grave and now she had to lay in it.

She wrapped her shivering hands around his torso and dug her fingers into the soft fabric of his shirt. Shuu’s body tensed under the sudden touch, grounding him somewhat. Soon enough the pain of fangs piercing her skin was replaced with a warm tongue tracing the wounds gently. Like a kitten that bit its owner and now apologized by licking the wounds.

Chiyo gasped.

Slowly, Shuu moved his head back up and looked at her.

“You’re crying,” he said.

Huh? Now that she thought about it, her cheeks did feel warm and sticky. Must have been the tears. He looked at her with his eyes, those beautiful and sad blue eyes. So many things untold between them, and yet there was still this connection.

Shuu got a hold of her hands and pressed his lips onto hers; the taste of her own blood on them. His grip wasn’t very forceful and Chiyo managed to sneak her arms back around his body.

If only she never agreed to help Reiji with his stupid plan. If only she hadn't been so stupid in the past. Her life wouldn’t be such a mess right now. She would be able to kiss Shuu normally, without regrets. Without the bitter aftertaste of betrayal on her own lips.

Oh, how she hated herself.

#everlasting spark #admin writes #diabolik lovers #diabolik lovers oc #dialovers #dark 10 #fanfiction

[elephantimprobable]

Chapter 5: Carrot Pancakes

Marnie woke up to Bibi snuggled in the nook of her shoulder and cheek. She pulled Bibi down and snuggled her closely. It was 4am, and she had some time to get ready for breakfast with Shohei later.

She replayed the makeout with Shohei last night. It's not like she didn't like what happened; it's just...she wasn't sure how this would affect her friendship with Shohei and their small circle with Lo and Tyler. She was really starting to feel a friend group forming (finally!) in this new area she had moved to and didn't want to jeopardise that. She decided she would tell Shohei later that she wanted to be friends. No more makeouts.

But, then...his arms, his bear hug, his warmth. It just felt...right. And again, she liked it.

Stop it! she told herself, he's just a friend. She pushed her head into her pillow and decided to snuggle with Bibifor another 15 minutes before starting to get ready for her day.

6:58am

Marnie leashes Bibi and puts on her shoes. She waits by the door for Shohei to text her he's outside. Like clockwork, 2 minutes later, he sends a text, Outside!

She steps outside and locks the door behind her. Shohei gets out of his car, so she lets Bibi's leash go, and Bibi runs up to him.

When Marnie reaches Shohei, he gives her a squeeze and says a smiley hey. While Marnie feels really shy and unsure how to start conversation since what transpired last night, Shohei is his usual warm self and opens the passenger seat door for Marnie. Marnie replies and steps into her seat with an elongated hiiii with an embarrassed smile looking into Shohei's eyes. They both laugh.

Shohei runs over to get into the driver's seat and they're on their way to breakfast. While Decopin is sitting in his carseat in the back, you're holding Bibi in your lap.

Shohei breaks the ice with, "So let's just talk about it. Last night. I just wanted to say..."

Marnie interrupts him with abruptly, "I just want to be friends!" She doesn't want their friendship to change. She values it more.

Shohei looks over with the slightest hint of disappointment in his eyes and says, "Oh...yeah I was going to say the same."

Now Marnie's disappointed even though this is what she wanted.

They rode the rest of the way in silence. She didn't know what to do or say, and things felt weird suddenly.

Arriving at the Lighthouse, Shohei asks for the usual table. The two sit down with the dogs lounging at their feet.

Shohei is looking out the window. He's unusually silent since Marnie's sudden interruption. Marnie is also unsure about how to explain herself but goes for it.

"Look..."

Shohei turns his head to look at Marnie. Marnie's stomach melts. God this melty feeling, she thinks to herself.

"I really love our friendship and don't want to do anything that can change that. I finally feel like I found a mini community...even though it's just the four of us really," she giggles, "And, because of that I want to stay friends. Why should we change it?"

Shohei sighs and gives a small smile.

Taking a deep breath, she decides to be honest with him, "Just so you know though, it's not I didn't like what happened last night. I'm just...scared it would change things and I really like what we have going on now."

Shohei's eyes crinkle and he runs his hand through his hair as he breathes out a laugh at her.

"Oh Marnie," he says as he reaches over tousles her hair. She sticks out her tongue and tries to do the same but he is too fast. "Unfair!" she protests.

They're back to their silly rhythm.

"I see what you're saying. But you can't deny these past few weeks have been great for us. And, we've really spent so much time together and honestly I'm talking to you more than my family at this point."

They had been in contact almost 24/7 since that first hike, texting each other little updates and silly things throughout their days.

"Yes, I also value what we have," Shohei continues, "But, I'm going to be honest with you. I really like you and want to explore this together."

Marnie is frozen. She's never been with someone who's so upfront and matter of fact. It's usually a game of back and forth then a sudden hook up.

"Hello, Marnie?"

Marnie snaps out of her thoughts and reaches over to touch Shohei's arm. "But Shohei, I don't want to lose this. Us. It's so fun as is. Plus, what would Decopin and Bibi do if things don't work out?" The last part was a joke. Marnie was really trying to show she could be lighthearted about this when in reality her insides were going crazy.

"What if I promise that if things don't work out after exploring, we can just go back to us? This."

Marnie rolls her eyes, "But how? It won't be the same. Let's just drop it for now. I want to get my carrot cake pancakes!"

Again, Marnie is trying to pivot the conversation because she really is going crazy and Shohei sees right through this.

"Fine," Shohei feigns defeat...for now and motions for the waiter to come over and take your orders.

"So I need to tell you about the latest book I'm reading..." Marnie changes the topic and forces them to their usual banter.

Shohei knows she's really trying to avoid the topic and lets her. However, he knows he's not going to give up easily. Marnie was special to him and unlike any other girl he met before. Someone who didn't treat him as this unworldly persona that had been following him pretty much his whole life. He still found it weird. He's just a guy who really loves the sport of baseball. Nothing more. She was open and had her own interests and he found her interests fascinating. They really were from different worlds but somehow just clicked.

They finish breakfast as their pre-makeout selves and Shohei suggests getting coffee at his house and walking by the beach instead of the usual hike in LA. Marnie agrees. She needs to digest after indulging in her weekend pancakes.

It's 9am by the time they reach Shohei's house. Shohei starts the coffee machine and Marnie snuggles on his cloud-like couch in the living room with the dogs.

He brings the 2 coffees over to the couch and passes her her cup. Decopin and Bibi jump off and start to play fight.

They continue their conversation and jokes on the couch with lots of belly-aching laughter. Slowly and slowly somehow their bodies become closer and closer throughout.

Marnie is now facing Shohei, crossing her legs on the couch and leaning towards Shohei with her elbow on her knee and chin against her hand listening to him telling her a story of a fight over a bicycle he got in with his older sister as a child.

Shohei can't quite be in the same position on the couch since he's so big but is facing her with his elbow leaning against the top of the couch.

Marnie's laughing by the end of the story, tearing up from laughing so hard. Shohei reaches his hands over and tries to wipe them with his thumbs. Marnie grabs his hands and unintentionally starts wrestling with his arm to jokingly stop him.

Shohei laughs and playfully locks her head in his arms while Marnie continues to laugh and tries to escape. Somehow Marnie escapes. She's surprisingly strong. But as she is trying to get upright again, she accidentally headbutts him.

Shohei howls and is covering his face and she's leaning over trying to see if he's really hurt. Of course, he's joking but when he removes his hands to show her he's fine, they're faces were really close together.

Shohei leans in and kisses Marnie. Marnie doesn't stop him, so he deepens the kiss and slips his tongue inside her mouth. She welcomes this, and they are fully making out on his couch.

Marnie is completely engulfed in her feelings and fully succumbs to her instincts. The reality is she found Shohei so, so hot. She wanted to stay friends but she wasn't going to say no to this right now.

Their hands are all over each other at this point and Shohei starts kissing Marnie's neck and lifts her shirt up. She lets him. She slides her scrunched up shirt off and now Shohei makes his way down Marnie's body and starts to play with her nipples between his fingers. Marnie groans. He continues and kisses her stomach, her pelvis. He looks up at Marnie to see if he can continue, and she nods and nudges his head down to do just that.

He's hard now. He slowly slides off her yoga pants and continues to make his way down with sloppy kisses. He slings one of Marnie's legs over his shoulders and starts to circle his tongue over her clit.

Marnie moans in pleasure and they continue just like that. Why is he so good? He’s so committed with everything he does, and it’s so hot.

When she tells him, I'm close, he speeds up his tongue movement and her fingers grab his hair. She moans loudly as her body twitches and Shohei knows she reached her orgasm.

He moves back towards Marnie and gives her a deep kiss. She's still in her orgasmic haze and in disbelief. It's only 10am. Having Shohei go down on her on a Saturday morning was NOT on her bingo card for that morning.

They look at each other. Slightly embarrassed but Shohei asks her, "Still want to be just friends?"

#shohei ohtani #shohei ohtani imagines #shohei ohtani fluff

[autumn-sweet-fae]

Enjoy this little fic I wrote instead of working on my Wanted AU 😅

-

Ingo was not Lady Sneaslers first warden.

She had one other before him.

Her first warden had served her mother before her, and so was there when she hatch into the world. They watched her grow from a little sneaslet to a proper sneasel, and with her mothers passing, they were there to support her when she evolved into the Noble Lady Sneasler.

Her warden loved and respected her, as all wardens should, and she of course adored them. They had been with her all her life and she was happy to have them. Even as the trek though the mountains got harder on their knees and back, she would just gently help them into her basket and carry them the rest of the way. Sometimes they would fall asleep in there and she’d just keep them with her until they woke up. They would laugh about it and thank their noble for taking such good care of them.

And then, one winter morning, they were gone…

It wasn’t a sudden death, Calaba had seen the signs in her dear friends health months before, but there was nothing to be done. On the day of the funeral Young Irida lead the other wardens in laying their friend to rest with the entire village in attendance. Even some from the Diamond clan came to pay their respect.

Lady Sneasler did not leave her den at all that day.

The noble did not show herself for nearly two weeks, ignoring any flute that did not sound like her wardens song, though she knew she would never hear it again. Once she had finally appeared, to the Pearl Clans great relief, she ignored any non-warden human who so much as tried to be friendly with her. She knew the clan wanted to give her a new warden, but just she couldn’t accept another.

Weeks went by, then months, then a year, and still she ignored or rejected any human Irida or the other wardens tried to introduce to her. She could still be a noble on her own, she can manage her territory and her fellow sneasels. She can still carry humans up the mountain and protect her charges from alphas. She didn’t need anyone else.

Then one dark freezing night, she found a strange human who needed her.

She had heard from one of her older children that there was a strange human found in the snow not too far from where they were. Concerned it may be one of the other packs of human who were less resistant to the cold then the Pearl Clan was, she hurried after her young.

The odd man that she found was injured and alone, dressed strangely and not nearly warm enough for the Icelands, and seemed very disoriented. He didn’t seem scared of her at all when she approached and was more confused then anything. He clearly had been attack by something, most likely a Zoroark if Sneaseler’s nose was correct, and yet he still greeted her respectfully. Very strange, but a little endearing.

He was shaking from the cold and didn’t seem to have much strength left at all, so she bundled the stranger into her basket. He didn’t resist her manhandling, and seem to be drifting out of consciousness by the time she close the basket’s lid, which was very concerning. 

She knew she had to act quickly before the frostbite set in, and yet she hesitated to take him to the Pearl Clan, knowing how territorial they could be toward strange outsiders. She didn’t think they would leave him to die, but still, she needed to take him somewhere warm and safe and the Pearl settlement didn’t feel safe. So she deftly shifted corse, leaving the Iceland’s behind and starting the familiar climb to her den.

Upon her arrival she laid the human into her nest and ordered her children and den mates to keep the unconscious human warm as she gathered him food. They all followed suit, both out of respect for her and curiosity for the odd human she chose to bring into their home. She set off immediately after, on search for aspear berries for the frostbite, sitrus berries for his injury, and some pecha berries too in case any of the kits accidentally poisons him.

She brought this human into her nest, so now he was hers, and she will not let him die.

-

Irida was worried for Lady Sneasler.

She has been worried for the noble for over a year now, as she has refused to accept any Warden they offered her. Its getting to the point that the Diamond clan has started questioning if they should be the ones to give her a warden, a suggesting Irida refused to entertain.

And yet doesn’t mater how qualified the person is, or how well Sneasler knew them, she rejects every single one.

But that’s not what currently has the young clan leader worried at the moment, not entirely at least.

What has Irida so concerned is that for the last three days Sneasler has not been seen by anyone at all. When she had been informed that morning of the absence she assured the elder that this isn’t uncommon behavior for the Lady of the Highland. She was a very independent pokemon and might simply be busy. But still, it was better to play it safe so after doing her usual morning duties to the clan, Irida played her celestial flute in Sneaslers melody.

The noble does not answer.

Irida tries again at a high volume. Still no response.

Worry and unrest ripples throughout the clan the longer their blessed noble is unresponsive to the leaders summons, whispers growing among them. Has she been injured? Taken ill? Died?

Irida inwardly curses herself for not pushing the issue of finding her a Warden farther with Lady Sneasler. She knows the bond between warden and noble cannot be forced but to allow the pokemon to go so long without a proper caretaker was foolish of her. A clear sign of her inexperience as a leader. If something has happened to their Noble, it will be her guilt to carry.

In a few short hours Irida is hiking her way up the highlands herself determined to reach the lady’s den. The assistance of lord Braveairy had been a great help to reach the upper highland so quickly. Once she finally arrived she enters the Ladies cave cautiously, fearing the worst, and soon hears the sound of a voice. A human voice.

She rushes deeper in, a command for Glaceon to attack at the tip of her tongue, and stumbles right into a bizzarre scene. There’s a man she does not recognize sitting in the center of the Nobles personal nest, covered in the lady’s latest litter of sneaslets who are all either pawing at him for attention or curled up asleep. Sneasler herself sits right by his side and is currently pushing a petcha berry into the man’s face despite his polite yet slurred protest.

Sneasler quickly notices Irida’s arrival while the stranger falls into a daze without the pokemon’s prodding. The man is then suddenly yanked out of view as Sneasler pulls the man into herself as if to hide him from Irida. She hisses at the unexpected guest in a way near identical to how the Lady can be after a new hatching.

The young leader has no idea what to make of this, but the way the sneaslets cling to the man and his noticeable sluggish behavior, she’s certain the man must be suffering from severe poisoning. The fact that he’s still even conscious can only be because of the petcha berries Sneasler was feeding him.

After assuring the noble that Irida meant no harm to her new… friend, she made sure to stress that this man is in desperate need of medical attention in the village. Sneasler seemed hesitant at first, then realized the man seem to be trying to escape from her hold for some time now, but had none of the strength or hand eye coordination to do so.

Sneasler huffs in frustration. She had been trying to help her new charge as much as she could and yet it still wasn’t enough. But, she does trust Irida to keep her word, and agrees to bring him down to the Pearl Clan for farther aid.

After removing the clinging sneaslets, Sneasler assist the wobbly stranger out of the nest. The prolonged exposure to the babies poisen has clearly left him greatly disorientated so Irida helps him find his footing, catching his elbow so he can steady himself. It’s only then that the man seems to finally notice her company, although his eyes seem to have trouble focusing on her face.

He is very polite but is stubbling his words and doesn’t seem capable of controlling his volume either. His way of speaking is also very foreign, having apologize for his ‘poor maintenance’ and his ‘unexpected derailment’. However she does get his name out of him, Ingo, but he claims not to remember anything else. She hopes that only a temporary effect of all the poison. She tells him clearly that she’s going to take him to the Pearl village for help and he thanks her for her kindness before promptly collapsing.

Sneasler catches him, shushing her babies who all cry out, worried for their new friend. Sneasler very gently helps him into her basket for the journey back to the village, taking great care not to jostle him in a way that reminds Irida of how she use to assist her former warden. As Irida walks out of the cave alongside her Noble, she gets the feeling that this strange man might be here to stay.

#Ingo #Sneasler #Irida #submas #pokemon legends arceus #pearl clan #pokemon #long post #pokemon fanfic #the ending is smooshed #and you can tell how much I despise writing dialogue #i’ll do better I promise #but I had to get this out of my brain

[mikasluv]

CONFESSION | chifuyu matsuno

synopsis: chifuyu has a tremendous crush on you and wants to confess, but always chickens out, baji comes to help him.

ft. chifuyu matsuno

cw: sfw, f. reader

the blonde-haired boy had the letter in his hand, ready to approach you, but stopped. “fuck i’m so nervous.”

he couldn't do it, so he walked away, head hanging low, ashamed that he chickened out once again.

baji smiled at chifuyu, “so watcha’ doin?” he hung his arm around his neck.

baji smiled at chifuyu, “so watcha’ doin?” he hung his arm around his neck.

“nothing…” chifuyu sighed, looking down. baji looked at him in confusion. He noticed the letter, and snatched it out of his hand.

“woa—hey!” chifuyu tried reaching for it but baji’s hand was in his face. “let’s see….dear y/n, i’ve liked you for a really long time now and wanted to know if you wanted to go out on a date? maybe? umm just let me know as soon as possible haha :)) -from chifuyu”

baji laughed at out and handed the letter back to him. “bhaha….you got a crush and this…this is how…you confess!?” chifuyu blushed in embarrassment, “okay so help me out.”

“well luckily for you i know how to ask a girl out—come with me!” baji dragged chifuyu along to a flower shop.

“do i really need all this?” chifuyu’s hands were filled with flowers, chocolates, snacks, and perfume boxes.

baji smiled brightly, “of course now go on and confess to her! i want to watch it all happen too.” chifuyu froze, “no please no! i need to be alone—i need privacy when it happens!”

baji rolls his eyes and places his hands onto his shoulders, “i’m kidding! i won’t be there but good luck with her bye..!” chifuyu exhales nervously.

tomorrow…tomorrow i will do it. chifuyu thinks to himself and walks back into his house.

chifuyu stares at the pile of goods on his bed. i don’t need all this maybe just flowers. i’ll give her the rest on our one month anniversary, that’s if she likes me back.

he stares at himself in the phone camera and touches up his clothes and hair before giving you a call. he waits for you to pick up and finally you do.

“chifuyu! what’s up?” you ask. he gulps nervously, “umm..right now…are you b…b..busy?”

“no, is something wrong?” you wait for a response worried. “no no nothing is wrong. can you meet me at the park?”

“the one by the school?” a crunch is heard from your phone. chifuyu laughs nervously, “yeah see you there, bye.”

he hangs up the phone and kneels down. oh gosh i am so scared. he stands back up and sits on the swings awaiting for your arrival.

a few more minutes go by and finally he sees you walking over to him with a big smile on your face. he stands up in a rush which makes you stop walking and you stare at him.

“chifuyu..?” you look down at his hands to see the flowers and chocolates and your eyes widen. is he going to confess to me!?

chifuyu looks at your lips and then your face, it was like you were glowing, the sun hit your face just perfectly.

“ahhh….!” he screams and then stands up staring dead into your eyes. “y/n…”

your mouth is parted, watching him, the way his cheeks are red along with the tip of his ears being red, the way he moving around nervously. his hair falling onto his face just perfectly as to where you can see his eyes.

“ever since we kissed on accident during freshman year. i could feel myself go all warm and shy when you came near me, my heart always beat for you. and that might be a little weird but…” he moves closer to you handing the flowers to you.

your face heats up and you grab the flowers from him. “i like you alot! will you go on a date with me and become my girlfriend?” chifuyu looks down, his face was all red and his heart was beating so fast.

it was silent for awhile and chifuyu looked up at your face, to see you crying. “ar…re you ok..kay!?” he rushed over to wipe your tears.

“haha…yes.” you smiled at him. “i’m sorry did my confession make you uncom-”

his eyes widen. he could feel your soft lips on his. it was sudden but he didn’t push you back, not that he wanted too.

your arms wrapped around his neck, his hand grabbing your waist inv pulling both of your bodies closer together.

the kiss felt warm it felt like it was meant to happen as if the kiss gave you a shock. chifuyu relaxed into the kiss and pushed his lips back into your yours.

his kissed you gently wanting to savor the moment. he never wanted it to end and neither did you. eventually you both pulled away.

you both laughed, his forehead was placed onto yours. “does that mean you like me back?”

“that means i’m you girlfriend too!” you smile at him

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[jerzwriter]

A Little Surprise

This little fic was created in honor of @storyofmychoices's birthday! I told you Olivia was entering my Tobias & Casey world! And Bryce is introducing her in a big way! I hope you enjoy it, Dani! But more importantly, I hope you have a wonderful day!

Book:                   Open Heart (post-series)

Pairing:                Tobias Carrick x F!MC (Casey MacTavish)

Featuring:           Bryce Lahela x @storyofmychoices's Olivia Hadley

Rating:                 Teen

Category:            Fluff

Summary:           Tobias & Casey's wedding is this Saturday! And their officiant, Bryce, has been so excited about wooing the single guests all along, until now. When he creates a little mystery about his sudden date, Casey is determined to get to the bottom of things.

Words:                 1900

A/N:                     I hope I don't confuse people. Holland Roden is my FC for Casey's ex-girlfriend, Jessica, as well as Dani's Olivia - we're just going to ignore that! lol But this is not a Jessica fic! :)

   @choicesmonthlychallenge Prompts: Friends, Love, and Romance      

Wedding & Baby Stories Masterlist Tobias & Casey Complete Masterlist My Full Masterlist

Casey was hunched over a pile of paperwork in the diagnostic team’s office. She was so engrossed that the world around her disappeared. That included one overly exuberant Dr. Bryce Lahella… exuberant even for him. 

Life had been more than good to him in recent years, and it seemed to be at an all-time. His career was soaring. Recently named the Porter Mitchell Surgical Resident of the Year, doors he never imagined opening were now firmly within his reach. Since arriving in Boston, he found something he had always yearned for, a true, loving found family. And this weekend, he would be presiding over the wedding of two of his closest “family members.”

He thought Tobias and Casey were joking when they initially asked him but was thrilled to learn they were serious. It was an honor he didn’t take likely. Besides, with his self-assured manner, he knew he’d hit it out of the park. He’d be sentimental, funny, charming… and handsome as hell. When Casey asked him if he’d be bringing a date, he declined. 

“Nope. Next to your fiance, I am going to be the man of the hour!” He winked. “I’ll be fighting potential suitors off of me… it would be unfair to deny them the opportunity!”

Casey muttered something about it being no wonder he and Tobias were such good friends before walking away. But it was two months later now, and a lot had changed. Yeah.  Life had been very good to Bryce Lahela.

“Hey, Casey-cakes!” he exclaimed, approaching her, causing her to startle in his wake.

“For God’s sake, Bryce! Don’t scare me like that!”

“Sorry,” he peered over her at her laptop screen. “I forget some people get so caught up in paracoccidioidomycosis that they don’t notice when a ravishingly handsome young surgeon enters the room.”

“Seriously, Lahela. A, you would be equally enthralled with reading about the Versuis technique. And, B, as ravishingly handsome as you are, you know I only have eyes for one super hot doctor in this hospital… and it’s not you.”

“Well, thank God for that. Tobias couldn’t take this competition.”

Casey burst out laughing. “So, to what do I owe the pleasure of this visit. You have questions about Saturday?”

“Nope,” he assured. “I have the ceremony down pat. It’s going to be amazing, Casey. The best-looking bride and groom in the history of Boston, and me as officiant. This weekend's rising temperature will have nothing to do with global warming!”

“Yes, yes, I know,” she rolled her eyes. “Hence, you’re going stag and will fight everyone off at the reception.”

“Actually,” he sang. “That’s why I came to see you.”

“No, Bryce. I won’t give you a list of single guests, and I won’t tell you which ones are the hottest.”

“I’m glad to hear that because that’s not what I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Oh?”

“I was going to see if I could still bring a plus one.”

“Ooooh! Is there something you haven’t told me? You were quite excited about flying solo Saturday!”

Bryce walked to the door, looking outside before shutting it behind him and returning to Casey.

“I’ve been seeing someone,” he whispered. Based on the genuine grin that followed, Casey knew this was something big.

“Oh, have you! Tell me more!”

“I’ve kept it quiet because she’s really special, and I wanted to make sure this would work before going public.”

“Wait! So are you official!” Casey smacked his arm. “You’re official, and this is the first time I’m learning of this!”

“Ow!” Bryce yelled. “Does Tobias know how hard you hit.”

“Yes!” She smirked. “He rather likes it… if I must say so myself.”

Bryce pulled out his phone and made a note, “OK, that’s going into the ceremony now.”

“Bryce,” Casey laughed, “back to the point!”

“We’re not officially official yet, but if all goes well, we will be very soon, and I’d love to bring her to the wedding.”

Casey squealed with delight. “Of course! This is so exciting! Who is she? Do I know her?”

“You know her, but I’d like to hold off on telling you for a couple days?”

“Bryce Lahela! Don’t you trust me by now? You know I won’t tell a soul! You’re the only one who knows Tobias and I already got hitched secretly; I trusted you!”

“I’m your officiant, Casey! I had to handle the paperwork! You had no choice.”

She crossed her arms with a huff. “I would have told you anyway! Now, come on, tell me.”

“How about this? I’ll tell you… on Saturday, when I walk in with her on my arm.”

“I hate you, Bryce. I should deny you the extra invite.”

“You can’t do that because if you do, the shit I will include in your ceremony will make all your parent's hair stand on edge.”

“Fine!” Casey relented with a laugh. “But, can  you tell me if I know her at least?”

“You do,” he grinned. “She works here, and that’s all I’m saying.”

“It’s not Brenda from Accounting. Is it? I can’t stand Brenda from Accounting.”

“Negative! I told you it was only one date.”

“It’s not Audrey… right? Tell me it’s not Audrey.”

“No,” he laughed. “I would know better than to bring her to your wedding.”

“I would hope you’d know better than to date her. OK, Lahela, I’ll take the surprise on Saturday, but I’m snooping! I’ll figure it out way before then.”

“Yeah,” Bryce replied while walking to the door, looking back with a quick wink.  “Good luck with that.”

~~~~~

He wasn’t out of the office for more than five minutes before Casey was on a quest. Her first target was her own beloved fiance.

“Hello gorgeous,” he drawled, entering the office.

“Oh, thank God you’re here!”

Tobias raised a brow. “Really? Want me to lock the door? I thought we said no fooling around at work until your morning sickness passed, but if you insist….”

“Not that!” Casey giggled.

“Damn! Then what?”

“It’s Bryce. Has he seemed… different to you lately?”

“He’s been awfully happy. I figured he was looking forward to being the belle of the ball at our wedding reception. Considering he and Ethan are the only single men invited, he may honestly have a chance.”

“That’s the thing! He just asked if he could bring a date!”

“Really? Any idea who?”

“No, that’s why I’m asking you. All he would say is I know her, and she works at the hospital.”

“Got me? It’s not Audrey, is it? Tell me it’s not Audrey.”

“No,” Casey laughed, “I already cleared that.”

“Good. So I’m sure you’ll be snooping to figure it out?”

“Damn straight! In fact,” she stood from her desk, “I’m going to question Sienna right now.”

~~~~~

Casey found her best friend, slash, harried maid of honor, in the break room.

“Si!” She yelled.

“What? The cake is being delivered at 5:45. I took care of it! And the rehearsal dinner is under control! Even if Vivian is driving me crazy, I told her….”

“Si! Si!!” Casey grabbed her friend's hands. “Calm down. You’re more nervous about the wedding than I am!”

“I just want it to be perfect!”

“It will be. But that’s not why I’m here to see you. I know I’ve been a bit removed lately, what with the wedding,” she looked around to make sure they were alone, “and the baby. But is there any tea among our friends I’m unaware of?”

Sienna scrunched her brow, giving the question serious thought. “No. Besides, we have lunch every day, and if there is good tea, I’m spilling it.”

“I know,” Casey sighed. “Has Bryce been seeing anyone that you know of?”

“Well, it’s Bryce,” Sienna shrugged. “He’s usually seeing someone. But he hasn’t mentioned anyone lately.  Unless….”

Casey’s ears perked up. “Unless what?”

“Bryce could be a Herbie.”

“A what?”

“Herbie. My cousin. He was a real ladies' man! He'd always go on dates and brag about them left and right. Then, one day, we noticed he hadn’t done so for quite a while. We wondered why, then, a month later, he introduced us to Mary. She’s now his wife. Once he was serious, he was quiet as a mouse until he was sure.  Maybe Bryce is a Herbie?”

Sienna’s statement put her over the edge, and Casey discreetly questioned anyone she could that afternoon…. Without success…. Finally, she and Tobias held hands in the elevator as they left work for the day.

“I can’t believe I haven’t figured it out,” Casey sighed, “I hope pregnancy hasn’t made me lose my touch.”

“Your touch is fine,” Tobias chuckled. “You’ll just have to be patient and wait until Saturday.”

“I don’t want to! And tell me you’re not curious!”

“Of course I am, but I can live with waiting.”

The bell rang when they hit the fourth floor, and when the door opened, a beautiful redhead with a smile that could only be rivaled by one cheeky surgeon entered.

“Oh, hey, Liv,” Casey beamed. 

“Casey! How are you?”

“I’m doing great. Have you officially met my fiance?”

“I can’t say I have.”

“Then let’s correct that! Olivia, this is my fiance Tobias. Tobias, this is Olivia. She’s the pediatrics resident I was telling you about.”

“Ah, Casey’s new friend!” Tobias smiled with an extended hand. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, too. And Casey may have gushed over you at least a dozen times since we met.”

“What?” Tobias gasped. “Only a dozen? See what happens when you put a ring on it?”

“I need to get to know her better first, baby,” Casey laughed. “I like her and don’t want to scare her away.”

“I appreciate that,” Liv blushed. “But I’m so happy I ran into you. I know this may seem weird, but I’m going to your wedding Saturday.”

“You are?” Casey blinked.

“Yeah! Dr. Lahela asked if I’d go with him, and of course, I said yes! I am so excited!”

Tobias and Casey exchanged a knowing look as a simirk came to Tobias’s lips.

“As are we,” he replied.

“Absolutely!” Casey enthused. “This is wonderful! We had to keep our list small, but I’m so glad you’ll be able to be there!”  

The bell for the first floor rang.  “Well, this is me, but I can’t wait! We’re still on for coffee tomorrow, right, Casey?”

“Wouldn’t miss it!”

The elevator doors had barely shut, and Tobias had his phone in his hand.  “Where and when on the coffee?”

“6:00 at Derry’s. Why”

Tobias held up a finger after dialing.

“Bryce! How are you doing? Listen, are you free to go over some wedding stuff tomorrow? Oh, you are! Great! How about right after work, at Derry’s.  Perfect!  I’ll see you then!”

Casey couldn’t contain her grin when Tobias hung up and looked her way. “You’re an evil genius!”

A self-satisfied smile let her know he agreed. “You like that, huh?”

“I do,” she said, caressing his lapel. “I am honestly so turned on right now.”

“Really?” He wagged his eyebrows. “Wanna make out in the elevator?”

“We’re almost at our floor,” Casey giggled as he quickly pecked her cheek. “But we could make out in the car before we leave.”

“Deal,” he smiled as they stepped into the parking garage.  “I will be forever grateful Bryce suggested getting those tinted windows.”

"That was Bryce's suggestion?"

"Yeah!"

"And this is how we're going to thank him?"

Tobias let out a little snicker. "He'd expect nothing less!"

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My moony

Remus lupin x fem!reader angst/ fluff

Warnings: werewolf!remus, full moon, injury, mentions of blood

Ik it's a bit short

It was the night of the full moon. And remus was very clingy and cuddly around these times. He'd be extra protective aswell. Sirius, James, and Peter come into the dormitory to bring remus to the shrieking shack for the transformation. They basically pry him off of you and say goodbye. You know it will be a tough night.

A few hours later your awake in his bed worried sick. You're trying everything to just go to bed but nothings working. Counting sheep. Nope. Convincing yourself he's fine. Nope. You toss and turn trying and trying but you know you won't be able to sleep.

You decide to go for a late night walk since that normally helps. You look at 5he clock and it 4 am it's nearly sunrise so it'll be safe. You get up and put on one of his Grandad jumpers and your slippers and head out. You reach the exit of the castle and the wind blows on your bare legs leaving goosebumps. You step outside hugging onto yourself to try and keep warm. You know you won't be asleep until tonight so the wind is really keeping you awake.

You (dumbly) decide to walk over near the forest and you hear noises in the distance. You hear a voice. Its sirius. He's telling you to go but he's injured. You run up to him and he whisper-shouts "go". You ignore him and walk past him. He struggles but gets up and follows you. Your pretty far into the forest with sirius while he's telling you all about what happened when you both hear a low growl. He turnes into padfoot. You hear the low growl again but it's right behind you. You see paddoot freeze. You move a tiny bit closer and look in his eyes. Fear. 'Shit' you thought to yourself.

You slowly turn around to see a werewolf staring right back at you. You know you have to hold eyecontact buy your scared and turn to padfoot who's still frozen. You then get tackled into the floor by the werewolf. You scream as the lycanthrope attacks you clawing you everywhere. The dog then tackles the werewolf off of you and the pain of claws being ripped from you makes you scream even louder. Your at the point of crying. Sob after sob leaving you. You hear the dog whimpering and you turn to see the lycanthrope running towards you again dog limping behind a tree.

Next thing you know it's attacking you again biting and clawing you even harder than before your hyperventilating now and all of a sudden you feel the same feelinf of claws being ripped from you once again but this time you see a pretty injured deer attacking the wolf. Then you turn the other way to see Peter. He sits you up and takes the jumper off you leaving you in a short sleeved pajama top and a matching pair of shorts.

He putts the jumper over his shoulder not to leave any evidence and picks you up to bring you to madame promfery. You arrive about 5 mins later and Peter puts you down on a bed and tells her to close the curtain for when remus arrives. He then puts the jumper down and explained what happened and left to get remus.

Your put to sleep and madame promfery cleans all your wounds and closes the curtain on the way out to await our mooney. A few minutes later the boys walk in and set mooney down on the bed opposite. Madame promfery deals with them and tells them to all get some rest.

A few hours later you wake up to see the curtains open and a very worried looking remus staring at you. "Y/n what the fuck happened to you?" Were the first words out of his mouth. You look at sirius and he nods. "Rem I'm sorry I walked into the forest totally ignoring sirius telling me to go and well you attacked me........twice" "TWICE" he shouted. "Omg I hurt you I promised I'd never hurt you I broke my promise and you'd probably never forgive me or talk to me again.." "rem I forgive you" you said wobbly standing and limping over. Getting into his bed and him laying on your chest "no" he said "you don't have to" "rem I know it wasn't you that hurt me it was that stupid wolf, I'll always forgive if you have a good reason" "now let's cuddle and get back to sleep." "Ok buba" he whispers. "Your my mooney" you whisper "your mooney" he replies. "My mooney" you whisper again before falling asleep with him in your arms drifting off not that long after. "There so cute" said james "so cute" sirius replied.

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