#but luckily i realized it was stupid around 15 to now

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omg i LOVED open the way u wrote tae was so 😩✊💦💯✨ i’m addicted to ur writing style!!! if ur still doing requests could u pls do taehyung x reader where he’s your aunt’s boyfriend and he’s really into you and lowkey flirts with you but you don’t realize how much until you two are left alone 🫣 ends with smut and can be yandere hehe the rest is up to you bc i trust you dear author!!

𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭:

pairing: yandere! taehyung x f! reader

genre: smut || non-idol au || fluffy-ish but in a kinda dark way

summary: it’s wrong, but it feels so good.

word count: 4.5k

tags/ warnings: slight age-gap, stalking, infidelity, coercion, naive! reader, but she means well, anxiety, briefly mentioned panic attack, smut in the forms of: unprotected sex (this is fiction don’t be stupid), dom! tae, sub! reader, big dick! tae, ddlg themes, cry baby reader, thigh riding, fingering, dick riding, creampie, squirting, slight cum play, cockwarming

notes: yes! thank you for having so much faith in me, and i hope this lives up to your expectations :’)

request rules can be found here || my masterlist

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Taehyung remembers the exact day he fell in love with you. How he’d been mindlessly flicking through dating apps for a quick fuck; only to stumble across, well not you, but your aunt.

She was pretty. Conventionally attractive at most, a little plain, but seemed like she’d gotten around with enough men to please him for the night. The skimpy little lingerie pictures enough for him to know that she was somewhat desperate in her search for a partner and maybe all she had to offer was her decent body— by his standards.

And as he’d been scrolling through her other photos, mingled among half naked mirror selfies, there you were. The prettiest little thing he’d ever seen.

He’d found all your aunt’s social media before making the leap to message her, wanting to know just how close the two of you were and if this little plan of his would be worth it in the long run.

There were photos upon photos of you posted on every profile she had. Like a little trophy, your achievements now her own to flaunt to the world through the web.

You and your aunt were close. That much he had gathered from her social media. Peeved that he was unable to find your own, left to see your aunt’s grating face beside yours in every photo. Nothing a little editing couldn’t fix. He had already picked out a cute photo album for all the pictures he planned to take with you.

He later found out that his soon-to-be girlfriend was more your sister than auntie. With 15 years between your mother and herself, she’d always felt too young to be anything other than a sibling your mother was never willing to have, leaving you as an only child.

And only child who still lived home with their mother because the big wide world is too scary for some people.

That just gave Taehyung another reason to take care of you. While your mother bitched at you about finding a job, with him you wouldn’t have to lift a finger. The ground you stepped on too precious, hands too delicate, body a temple that he planned to worship.

Your aunt was a little older than he would usually go for, but anything to have you in his clutches, the sacrifice was worth every second.

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It’s easy to woo a woman who’s desperate. A few sweet nothings and a big dick can get you a long way with a pitiful lady whose self-esteem lays in the depths of hell. Luckily, he lurked that low, and now he had a prize he was trying to win, kneeling before the devil himself to have you as his own.

It wasn’t long before your aunt had invited him to dinner with you and your mother. Caring more about your validation than your mothers, but he wasn’t all that bothered about the woman anyways. A spitting image of you if you were to age 20 odd years. But it wasn’t her he was after.

And Taehyung could feel his cock throb under his slacks at the sight of you, fidgeting under his gaze as he takes a little longer than proper watching you from across the table; though neither your mother nor his girlfriend seemed to notice, too hung up in their own little catch-up to care.

He could see your fingers itching to pick up the crayons left by the last little family that had sat at the table, your eyes trained on the maze from the kids menu. Probably mapping out the way in your mind, squirming when he assumes you’d escaped the maze.

And Taehyung wants to coo when your mother tells one of the waitresses to clean up the mess; pitiful pout on your lips that you hide behind your teeth when she turns to you, asking what you wanted to order.

Your eyes flit to the menu, then to your mother, then over to Taehyung before blurting you’ll just have salad. Unbothered, your mother shrugs, calling over the waitress again when she asks the rest of the table if they’re ready to order.

Taehyung thinks the little dinosaur shaped nuggets would have suited you better. Maybe a pretty pink milkshake to match your pretty pink cheeks.

He wouldn’t mind feeding you spoonfuls of whipped cream between bites of french fries, and then buying you a cute strawberry cake for afters. You look like you might have liked the brownies and vanilla ice cream better though.

Maybe he could spoil you a little, buy you both and when you shake your head, claiming to be too full; he’d pull you over his lap, teasing the edge of your panties as he makes you lick the chocolate sauce off his fingers.

And oh how sweet you would taste after that. He doesn’t think he’d be able to stop kissing you until your lips are swollen with his love, sticky with his spit and left over ice cream that he would clean with his tongue.

His mood sours when his girlfriend runs a hand along the length of his thigh, lovestruck smile plastered on her face as your mother asks questions on how the two of them met.

His little fantasy of your perfect little date being shattered by the shrill voice of your aunt as he fawns over your new sweater that your mother informs them that you’d ordered online.

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He eased you into it. His own little game of how long he can keep up his flirty little touches before someone noticed.

Carefully brushing over your back as he walked past you. His arm slung around your shoulder when you’d be stood by yourself in the garden as the rest of your family gathers around the grill. More interested in the smell of food than one another.

But Taehyung found you didn’t like large groups of people, family or not, loud noises picking at your brain, like an itch that won’t go away until tears gathered on your waterline and Taehyung would have to sit in the corner of your room with you until you calmed down. Your head in his lap as he runs his fingers through your hair.

Because he seemed to be the only one who cared that you’d had a panic attack, worried to leave you alone, to cry until your head hurt. To then feel sorry for yourself as you curl up between the arms of your plushies that line the bed. Now why would you do that, when he could hold you tighter than your little bear ever could?

“Thanks for helping her. Poor thing, her anxiety has been worse as of late. Must be school” his girlfriend whispers from the door, heart swelling with happiness at the image of you two together.

“Having such large family gatherings isn’t helping” he mutters, tongue poking the inside of his his cheek as your aunt waves him off.

“We’ll get her to stay up in her room next week then”

Other times, his fingers lingering over your own a little longer than they should as he gives you gifts.

You assume Taehyung must come from money. If the shiny looking pearls that hung around your aunt’s neck were anything to go by. Her dead-end, 9-5 job could barely cover rent, you doubted she was splurging on overpriced rocks and fancy dinners that she flaunts when she comes over. Making you scroll through endless pictures of 5 course meals that you have no interest in.

He never spoke of himself much. You had never heard of his parents, nor did he ever seem busy with friends when it came to your weekly dinners. Your aunt didn’t seem to care either way; having won the jackpot with a rich, hot boyfriend that would fuck her like a common whore at night and treat her like royalty during the day.

Taehyung was very generous, you knew that much. He often came a couple of times a week to visit you with your auntie. And each week he would have a new gift for you.

“You spoil her too much” your mother had tutted one afternoon. You hadn’t said anything, too preoccupied with the paint set Taehyung had wrapped in pretty wrapping paper. Pink with scattered little red hearts.

You’d started to keep the wrapping paper Taehyung gave your gifts in. Gluing them in an empty notebook with the dates written in your best hand writing beside them. Because it felt like a waste to throw such pretty paper away. And it always left you wondering why he had so much wrapping paper to begin with. Maybe he just likes giving, and then you read online that it was a love language, did that mean Taehyung loved you?

Gentle touches had turned to your knees grazing as you sat beside one another on the couch. To you sat between Taehyung’s legs from the floor, while he sat on the chair as you both played a game on the TV.

Some evenings while his girlfriend helped your mother in the kitchen he would lay your thighs across his own, fingers skimming the bare skin until goosebumps prickled in his wake. And he’d hide a smile behind his hands as you squirmed over his lap.

He starts feeding you at dinner, disguised as him asking for your opinion on a new recipe he was trying out. To suggesting what you order when you go out for dinner together with your aunt who was in awe of how well the two of you got along.

Compliments had started off simple too.

‘You look pretty today’ turning to ‘My y/n is so beautiful’ while his arms wrap around your waist. Praise of your beauty never ending, it seemed Taehyung had a compliment stored away on his tongue for all hours of the day. Even when you’d just woken up, hair tangled and eyes a little puffy from eating ramen so late the night before. He had given you a gentle ‘good morning’ as he brought you into his chest for a hug.

His heart had swelled once you’d gotten more comfortable with him. Albeit still awfully shy, you had now started to approach him first. The years of dating your aunt finally paying off as you gift him your own paintings. Thank you cards decorated with the little stickers he’d bought for you and way too much washy tape.

His favorite of your little gifts so far had been the small cakes you’d baked after hearing him tell your beloved aunt that chocolate was his favorite. It wasn’t. It was yours, but he liked the smile on your face when he’d said that, and the fact you both had something in common, even it were as insignificant as your aunt had pointed out.

He’d tugged your chair closer to his own that evening. Aware of your eyes watching his every little move as he shoveled your cake into his mouth. Low hum of appreciation rumbling in his chest as he gives you a cheeky smile.

He adores the way your cheeks had flushed red when he’d carded his fingers through your hair, “So smart. It’s delicious, darling”

And you hadn’t been able to contain your smile.

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“Baby, can you take Y/n to the train station? I think she’s meeting a friend out of town but her mum’s gone for the weekend and I have work in the morning”

And of course he’d agreed.

And that’s how he found you, wrapped up warm in your winter coat in the passenger side of his car; nose red from the bitter cold morning air. Perfect for kissing, but he doesn’t want to scare you off when he’s so close to where he needs you.

“Meeting a friend?” he asks as you shut the car door. Leaning over to help strap you in, you don’t seem to mind, unfazed as his arm reaches over your body, and Taehyung thinks you really must be perfect; needing his help, needing someone to just take care of you in the way you deserve. In the way he knows you need.

“Yeah” you nod, voice barely above a whisper, but he hears you, attuned to how soft you spoke.

“A close one?”

You shrug. “We used to be, but she moved out of town for school and thought we’d catch up while she’s on winter break”

She.

Taehyung’s lips curl up, “Must be nice to catch up”

You hum at that. Feet tapping against the floor.

“You don’t look very excited, baby” his eyes flit to look at your face, teeth digging into your bottom lip.

He’s moments away from touching your lips, ready to scold you that you shouldn’t chew on the skin until it bled, a bad habit he’d come to see you have; but the car behind beeps and he’s stepping on the gas, eyes-brows furrowed in annoyance.

“Just a little scared of taking the train” you admit, hands tucked under your thighs.

“Nothing to be scared of, i’ll be here when you get back” he smiles over at you, and you nod slowly at that.

“Is that really okay?” you ask him.

And Taehyung wants to coo, “Of course, baby. Just call me when you’re on the way home, and i’ll be here right as the train gets in”

“Promise?” you look up at him through your lashes and Taehyung feels his cock throb at your desperation.

“Pinky promise” he gives you his little fingers after he parks the car.

You connect your finger with his own, gentle smile tugging at the corner of your lips as he stamps your thumbs together.

“You got everything?” he asks, leaning over into the back seat to grab your bag.

“I think so” you nod.

“Money?”

You hum.

“What about my goodbye kiss?” he asks, and you simply blink up at him.

“Kiss?” you gape.

“Mhm” he nods, tapping his cheek.

“I thought kisses were only for family” you whisper and Taehyung’s head tips back against the seat.

“I am family, aren’t I?” he turns to look at you, and you think he looks sad, a pang of guilt striking through your heart at his disheartened expression.

Your head tilts a little, “I guess so”

You lean over the center console, hand landing on Taehyung’s thigh as you lean up to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. Taehyung turns his head a little, your lips pressing against the corner of his own, though you don’t seem to notice as you keep your eyes closed.

“Good girl, now be quick or you’ll miss the train” he runs his thumb over your cheek.

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As promised Taehyung was there when you’d gotten off the train. His arm wrapping tightly around your shoulder as he pulled you into his chest. The gentle beating of his heart through his thick sweater lulling your anxieties, fingers holding onto his arms like you would crumble if he were to let go of you.

“I got you this” you’d told him once you’d gotten home, inviting Taehyung in to warm up with a hot coffee before he left, “I got one too, so we could be matching” you rock back and forth on your feet.

You drop the little keychain into his palm, character from a game he’d seen you play many times carved out of wood and delicately painted.

“It’s beautiful, baby”

Taehyung thinks he can see the cogs of your mind start to overheat at the pet name. No more anxiety there to overshadow the term of endearment. Your cheeks flushing pink as you flop down onto the couch beside him.

“Come here and tell me about you day then” he pats his thigh.

You look up at him, eye brows furrowing in confusion.

“Need me to help you, hmm?” his hands hold under your arms, tugging you up your your legs straddle one of his thighs. You squeak at the sudden motion, hands grabbing onto his shoulders for support.

He feels your thighs clench as he stabilizes you, cunt throbbing as he holds onto your hips.

“Taehyung” you whisper, fingers clasped onto his sweater.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, gentle smile on his face. Expression so innocent you feel bad for thinking he had an ulterior motive.

“We’re not meant to be doing this” you squirm, pouting when his hands hold onto your hips tighter.

“Doing what?”

Your mouth stays shut, humiliation bubbling through your body as Taehyung watches your face. You shake your head.

“Don’t be shy, baby” he smiles, hand coming to cradle your face in his palm.

You lean into his touch. Hips stuttering forwards as he urges you on.

A chocked whimper drips off your tongue like honey as your panties brush against your clit.

“Like that baby?” he asks, shushing you when you open your mouth to protest.

“You’re okay, I’ve got you” he hums, rocking your hips for you. Your head falls onto his shoulder as jolts of pleasure wrack down your body, slick staining your panties.

A broken moan slips off your lips as Taehyung rocks you harder, slowly brining you to the peak of pleasure, moments away from tumbling into what will be your first orgasm of the night. You whimper against his neck, warm breath fanning his skin as you now rock your hips, Taehyung clenching the muscles of his thigh to help you get off.

“Go on little one, cum for me” Taehyung urges, hands slipping down to grab your ass as your hips stutter. Your thighs shake, teeth sinking into the skin of his neck as you fall over the edge. Little stars scattered behind your eye lids.

“Well done, baby” he soothes, pulling you into his chest.

Your breath comes out uneven, tears cascading down your cheeks in little pearls.

“Hey, hey, what’s wrong?” Taehyung pulls your face away from his neck, thumb coming to brush away your tears.

“I did something bad” you snivel, trying to pull yourself off Taehyung’s lap.

He hold you down, tutting. “You haven’t done anything wrong” he shakes his head, easy laugh reverberating through his chest and you just shake your head.

“You’re— you’re dating my aunt, we shouldn’t— I shouldn’t— I just- ” you squirm out of his lap.

Taehyung grabs onto your back, cradling your head between the junction of his neck and shoulder, rocking the both of you back and forth as you let the tears fall.

“You’re okay” he hushes, gentle hands rubbing down your back as you hiccup, “It’ll be our little secret, yeah? Just wanna make you feel good, you’ve been such a good girl recently”

Your shoulders shake as more tears dribble down your cheeks, “been good?” you ask, voice a little broken from the tears.

“Very good. The best even, don’t you think you deserve a treat?”

“Taehyungie always gives me a treat” you use the sleeve of your sweater to wipe your cheeks, hips rocking forward a little.

Taehyung’s hands smooth down your back, “I haven’t given you a treat for being so brave. Going on the train all by yourself, i’m proud of you, darling” he hums, bouncing the leg you were sat on.

Taehyung can feel your cunt clenching around nothing through his jeans, your hips rutting against his leg like a little puppy. He tangles a hand in your hair, pulling your face out of his neck and he feels his head tip back at the look of your tear streaked cheeks, a little blotchy, your eyes begging Taehyung to defile you.

“Has anyone ever touched you here, baby?” his hands slip between the waist band of your sweats, finger toying with the cute little bow on your underwear.

You nod, thigh twitching as Taehyung eases his hand into your panties. Fingers parting your slit, gathering your wetness before he slicks up your clit.

You fall into him, arms slung over his shoulders as he draws lazy circles on your sensitive pearl.

“Yeah? Did they make you cum?”

“No” you whisper, and Taehyung laughs. A daunting laugh that sends a shiver down your spine.

“That was selfish of them, wasn’t it, darling?” he frowns, and if you weren’t so drunk on the pleasure that consumed your body, you may have noticed how condescending his tone was.

“Let’s take these off, shall we” he pats your behind, smiling as you lift your ass high enough for him to slip both your sweats and panties over your thighs.

His fingers return to your clit, letting you buck your hips up to meet his fingers. You whine when he dips them lower, stimulation suddenly gone, the orgasm that was slowly building dissipating as he nudges the entrance to your cunt.

You roll your hips forward, wad of slick dripping from your hole onto his jeans as you wait for him to push a finger inside of you.

“Taehyungie” you snivel, another wave of pitiful tears glazing your cheeks in saline pearls.

“What, doll? What do you want Taehyungie to do?” he urges, blood flowing south at the way your mouth falls open in a pitiful whine. “I cant do anything if you don’t ask”

You take a hold of his hand, pulling it towards your sodden core, “here, please”

“Yeah?” he asks, sinking a finger into you.

You let out a breathy sigh as he adds a second, using your thighs to bounce on his fingers, you pull your sweater over your breasts, matching little bra on display for Taehyung to see.

“So cute, baby. And all mine” he croons, crooking his fingers, as he leans forward to press a kiss to the swell of your breast, your cheeks heating from the crude squelch your pussy was making.

Taehyung uses his free hand to tug your bra down, watching your cute tits as your bounce over his lap, your knee nudging against his cock.

“Want you to come over my cock, darling” he groans, fingers slipping from wet core.

You unzip his jeans, fingers a little shaky as you help his pull both his pants and boxers off before they’re discarded on the floor somewhere.

It felt wrong. Fucking in the living room where anyone could open the front door and walk in. You might have been a little more worried if you mum wasn’t gone for a couple of days, and you knew your aunt was at work.

You felt a pang of guilt at the thought of your aunt. What would she think if she were to find out.

But Taehyung just wanted to make you feel good. Surely there was nothing wrong with that.

“Up you go” Taehyung helps you straddle both his thighs, hard cock slapping against your leg, coating it in a sheen of his sticky precum.

He holds the shaft, one hand on your thigh to help lower you onto his cock. You whimper as the thick head pops through your entrance, your mouth falling open as a lick of pain shoots up your spine.

You stay with the tip sat inside you, your hips rocking a little to try and adjust to the size.

“Good girl, you’re doing so well for me” he shushes when you moan, trying to push in another inch.

Taehyung spits onto two of his fingers, bringing them down to toy with your clit. Your thighs quiver, sinking another inch of his thick cock inside of you. “Almost there, baby”

You pull up until the tip, dropping all the way so your ass meets his thighs. You wrap your arms around his neck, a fresh wave of tears dribbling down your cheeks.

“No need to cry” Taehyung eases his hands down your sides, tongue poking out to wet his lips as he feels your cunt convulse around his length.

“Feels good” you hiccup, “like feeling full”

Taehyung groans at that, hands gripping the meat of your waist, pulling you up his length before he slowly sinks you back down. You moan, breathy and cute and Taehyung wishes he could shove you against the couch and fuck you within an inch of your life but he supposes your first time together could be a little slower.

“Just like that” he praises as you start to bounce on his cock, wetness pooling around the base, coating your own thighs in your own heady arousal.

It was lewd, the noises your pussy were making as you dropped back down onto Taehyung’s dick. He uses the floor as leverage, fucking up into you, making sure his cock was as far into you as he could go.

You cry out, his name the only words you seemed to know as your orgasm slowly starts to build.

Your teeth nip at his neck, saliva painting his skin. “Wanna cum” you whine.

Your breathing stutters when his fingers find your clit, relentless as he flicks the swollen bud. Your thighs start to shake, leaving Taehyung to thrust up into you with all he had.

“Wait—“ you squeak, vulgar moan cutting you off, “feels like i’m gonna pee” you cry, trying to push yourself off Taehyung’s cock. He holds you down, continuing to fuck up into you.

“Just let it go, doll” he groans, head tipped back against the back of the couch.

“No” you cry, “I really have to—“ you’re cut off as you feel what you can only describe as an explosion of wetness leak from your cunt.

Taehyung’s cock slips out of you at the force of it, your thighs shaking as Taehyung holds you to his chest, fingers slowing down their figures of eight on your clit as he helps you ride out your high.

“Well done, baby. You squirted” he soothes, lazy smile on his face as he lines his cock back up with your cunt, “it’s almost over, i’m close” he tells you.

You simply lay slumped against his chest. Hips jutting forward in overstimulation as Taehyung slowly drags his cock through your walls.

“Too much” you try to pull away, only for Taehyung to bring his hand down, a harsh slap on your ass.

You hiccup at that, walls sporadically clenching around his length to bring him to his peak.

Taehyung’s hips stutter, thrusts sloppy as he nears his orgasm. You feel his cock twitch before he’s flooding your cunt with his thick cum, painting your walls white.

You cum again at the feeling as Taehyung continues to rock into you, his dick slipping out of your soiled hole before he’s pushing it back into you again, making sure his cum is as deep as it can go before he keeps you sat on his cock.

He slowly starts to soften inside of you, dick twitching in interest as your cunt continues to clench around his length.

And it’s not long before you’re dozing off, still impaled on his cock as he presses a kiss to the side of your head.

“My precious girl” he smiles.

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Running From The Daylight - Part 2

Part 1 , Part 2, (coming soon Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9, Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13, Part 14, Part 15

Written for @whumpuary

Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Prompt: Collapse WT: injuries, blood, suicidal thoughts Words: 1595

Cold. Eddie is so fucking cold. Why is he so cold? He opens his eyes, everything is dark, he can’t see anything and after a few moments, he realizes that he is on the floor of the chalet, lying on the awful cow skin with his bright yellow snowsuit. He gets up whimpering, his back hurts, he might have hit the floor hard, but why?

The room is so dark and cold, why the fire is not crackling? And where is Steve?

Eddie gets up, holding his head "Steve? Steve?" he calls in the dark, fishing for his mobile phone in his pocket; when he finally finds it he turns on the torch and he stops breathing.

Half of the chalet is destroyed: where there used to be the widows there is just snow and some broken branches and half of the roof has collapsed, luckily for him, the side of the living room with the stone fireplace seems to have resisted to whatever happened.

"Steve!" Eddie calls again, terrified, moving around with his torch in hand, and then he finally sees him, stuck under what used to be a kitchen cabinet, Steve is lying unconscious on the floor.

"Steve!" the metalhead screams, getting closer to the boy, he looks so pale that fir a few moments Eddie can't force himself to get closer and check on him. What if he is dead? What if the love of his life is dead? What is he going to do? The dark-haired boy will lie there, at Steve's side, letting himself die: there isn't a world where Eddie could live without Steve, they have been together since high school, and Eddie doesn't even know who he is without his boyfriend at his side!

He crawls toward the unconscious boy, slowly, scared of every movement that he makes, but when he finally gets to him he can see white pants of air coming from Steve's mouth.

Alive.

He is alive.

"Steve?" Eddie calls again, getting closer; he knows that he shouldn't move him, but the need to feel him is stronger than anything else, so he shakes him gently, calling his name again, and again until the boy whimpers softly and opens his eyes. God, Steve's eyes are the most beautiful things Eddie ever saw.

"Hey, big boy. Are you ok?" the dark-haired boy asks, cleaning Steve's face from some debris.

"My leg hurts." Steve whispers "What happened?"

"I don't know. There was a rumbling and then..."

"It was an avalanche." Steve says gritting his teeth while he tries to move away from the collapsed furniture, but giving up with a loud whine "I can't move, Eddie. You have to go down to the village and tell them what happened: they will bring help."

"I'm not leaving you!" Eddie declares, holding Steve's hand.

"You have to. I can't move!” Steve insists.

"Then I'll make you move, ok? I'll free you from this stupid kitchen cabinet and we will wait for help together." Eddie says, looking at his mobile phone with no signal. Fuck! Ok, ok. No panic. Steve is the one stuck under the kitchen furniture but he seems way calmer than Eddie, or maybe he is in shock. Oh god, Eddie doesn't know what to do! He knows how to help when he has migraines but he doubts that some mint tea and a cold compress will help him right now.

Wait. Tea. Steve made a bag with food and tea! "Don't move." Eddie says, feeling a little bit stupid and using his torch to get to the couch where the bag is, he grabs it and takes it to Steve.

"I know you packed everything we might need. Tell me what to do."

Steve sighs "You should go and bring the help."

"No fucking way!"

Steve groans, and then he whimpers a little.

"What? What's that?" Eddie asks anxiously.

"I think I hit my head." the other boy says, and when he touches the back of his head his fingers come back red with blood "Shit."

"You packed an emergency kit, I know you did! You always do!" Eddie keeps rambling, searching in the for anything useful, and finally finding the kit.

"You have to clean the area and try to stop the bleeding."

Eddie nods, taking some alcohol "Are you ready? This is going to sting."

When the boy nods Eddie pours some alcohol on Steve's wound and then wraps his head in some white bandages, cursing himself for refusing to join all the emergency courses that Steve attended since he started to babysit the kids and promising to himself that he would sign up as soon as they get home. 

"Do you want to drink something?"

"No. We must keep what we can for the longer we can. We don't know when the help will come." Steve replies, closing his eyes.

Eddie frantically grabs Steve's head, shaking him "Hey, hey, hey, eyes on me. Ok? I know nothing about first aid but I know that sleeping after you hit your head it's not good." 

"Sorry..." Steve mumbles.

"It's ok. Just... keep your eyes on me, ok?" Eddie tries to hide the trembling in his voice when the other boy nods.

"Have you checked if there is any exit?" Steve asks and Eddie shakes his head "Ok. Try to find and escape, ok? Maybe the garage door or some windows that are not clogged with debris." Steve's voice whispers; listing the thing to do like they were planning a simple trip somewhere. Eddie breathes in, trying to calm himself a little bit, and then he takes a pillow from the couch and puts it under Steve’s head to let him rest more comfortably. He searches through the house: all the windows on the kitchen side are broken and useless, and the garage door is stuck, but the bathroom windows seem to have survived the apocalypse. The window opens with a crack and Eddie takes notice of the height: not too much, he could easily jump out if needed, so he gets back to the kitchen with the good news, and Steve hums in agreement. 

"Can you open the window and light the fire?" Steve asks and Eddie scoffs. 

"Why should I open the window!" he complains "It's already freezing in here!"

"We must try to keep warm, but we don't want to choke on the fumes, right?"

Right.

The metalhead has seen his boyfriend light a fire a few times, but he asks again for instruction before trying to light a fire on his own.

He puts the logs on the bottom of the fireplace, then adds a layer of small logs and then some paper that he lightens with his lighter.

"I made it! Look! I light a fire!" he yells, proudly, before getting back to his boyfriend.

"You did great love, I think you'll be the one to light the fire next time." Steve whispers, then he says "I think Robin will have already called Hopper, all we have to do is wait for help." he says with a comforting smile, but Eddie is still too anxious.

"Are you not scared?" the metalhead asks, getting closer to him and feeling how frozen Steve is and cursing himself while he tries to gather every blankets he can find.

"You should leave as soon as the sun rises. It's dangerous staying here, the structure could collapse at any time." Steve murmurs while Eddie offers him some hot tea and a few cookies.

"I'm not leaving you, stop asking me to." Eddie replies, sternly "Are you cold?" He asks when he sees the other boy shiver.

"A bit." Steve confesses, and Eddie opens Steve's jacket and his own and hugs him before covering both of them with the blankets "I don't think I'm in the mood for some lovemaking Eddie." he chuckles and Eddie punches his shoulder.

"I read somewhere that body heat is the best way to keep each other warm, dickhead!"

"Look at you, my little survival expert." Steve praises him, playing with Eddie's hair.

The metalhead curls around his boyfriend, listening to the comforting sound of his beating heart and wondering how he went from bored out of his mind to fighting for his life in just a few hours.

"Don't worry. Robin will try to call and when she gets no signal she'll call Hopper and someone will come to rescue us."

"I'm not worried." Eddie lies, breathing in Steve's hairspray scent.

"Good. Because I'm not going to let anything happen to you." Steve declares, looking him in the eyes.

Eddie nods, nuzzling at Steve’s neck for comfort before asking "How did you know it was an avalanche?" 

"I didn't. I thought it was an earthquake, but in any case, staying close to the window is not advisable."

"I'm sorry. I acted like a child." The dark-haired boy sighs, feeling guilty.

"You didn't, you just followed your instinct and we both know that your instinct is not always right." Steve whispers and Eddie chuckles, it's a well-known fact that his instinct is wrong more times than not, like that time when he insisted on taking a raccoon home and they both find themselves in the ER waiting for an anti rabies shot.

"Help will come soon, right?"

"Yeah. Now try to rest a little, ok? I will need more help and you are the only one who can help me.." 

It's a low blow, but Eddie nods, holding tight, he needs to rest a bit because the first thing he will do will be trying to free Steve from the stupid kitchen cabinet, no matter what.

#whumpuary2024 #whumpuaryno2 #Collapse #stranger things fanfiction #steddie #whump #eddie munson #steve harrington #medusapelagia #my fanfic #wt: injuries #wt: blood #WT: suicidal thoughts #medusapelagia fanfic

[elmouwus]

♡ chapter one • zuzu’s smile ♡

year 3! izuku midoriya, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki x f! midnights daughter! reader

summary – Y/N retells the story of how she met, fell in love, & broke up with izuku midoriya to her new classmates

warnings – fluff.

3021 words xx.

MINORS DNI, AGELESS BLOGS WILL BE BLOCKED.

Midoryia was flustered and in shock, one minute he was arguing with Todoroki about being All Might's love child and now he was fighting for a seat next to Y/N at lunch. He hadn't seen her in so long that he didn't even know what to say to her, and here he thought he had grown from his small 13 year old emotional self again, yet here he was.. flustered and mumbling to himself. He thought back to the scene from earlier this morning.

"LoVeRs?!" The entire class rang out together staring at Y/N and the three boys in disbelief. The three boys were just as confused as the class was, how could they not have known that they all dated the same girl at some point?

"Bakubro I knew you were a sly dog but I didn't think you were THAT sly," Kirishima said, standing up patting Bakugo's shoulder who pushed him off.

"You guys are gods," Mineta said in awe.

"You guys all seem so fun," Y/N said, laughing.

'Her laugh,' all three boys thought, 'I've missed it.'

"Y/N, if I can call you that," Mina interjected as she stood up and stood near the pop star who she received a nod from, "how are you a past lover of ALL THREE of UA's Big Three?"

Y/N smiled, "well," she squished Midoriya's freckled face, "I dated Zuzu here when I was 13," she moved over to Bakugo who was on the other side of Todoroki, "Kats here, I dated when I was 15," she then turned and looked at Todoroki, "and Sho, well we dated when I was 16."

Y/N walked a bit away from the boys and looked at the three in awe, she looked just as love stricken as the three boys, "they're my boys," she said with a soft smile and a happy sigh. Even after the explanation the three boys were still very confused.

'Of course someone as cool as she is would date Shoto and Kacchan,' Midoriya thought as he came back to the conversation happening in front of him. He had unfortunately lost the war with Bakugo for the seat next to Y/N, who had growled at him like a dog. So, he ended up sitting in front of her, Todoroki being on her other side. Mina sat next to Midoriya and was the one mainly speaking to Y/N as the majority of the class had fought to sit at her table along with the rest of the school when they realized Princess Aika was in their cafeteria.

Luckily, the Big Three were ultimately her guard dogs, nobody would be able to get too close to her with UA's Big Three guarding her, especially with Bakugo's famous growl and glare. Fortunately, with Y/N's sweet ‘Princess Aika’ voice she was able to convince people that she would give them autographs at lunch tomorrow. Sitting with her she had learned were her three boys, along with Ejirou who was next to Kats and Momo who was next to Sho, and across from her was Tenya, Yuga, with Zuzu in the middle, then Mina and Denki. She had practically forced everyone to drop formalities as she hated it and felt like it was a barrier to their up and coming friendships together.

Mina had mainly done the talking and asking, as many people weren't able to get anything in edgewise as she was way too excited to hear how her idol had dated the three hottest guys at UA and still had them wrapped around her finger. Before Mina could ask her another question Katsuki cut her off, "Raccoon Eyes how about you let someone else ask a question for once, huh?!"

Mina blew her cheeks up with air and pouted as Katsuki adjusted and faced Y/N, his arm on the back of her chair, "so you wanna explain how you somehow dated me, but also dated these two dweebs? Especially stupid Deku over here?"

Izuku rolled his eye and pouted as Y/N slapped Katsuki's arm, "don't you talk about him that way, you big bull-"

"No it's okay, Bunny, Kacchan is always like this," Izuku says, rubbing the back of his neck. Y/N stared at him for a second, finally getting the chance to take in his 'new' appearance. His hair was still fluffy but obviously taken better care of than when she last saw him, as his curls were now defined, as if he started taking care of them, but he did have an undercut. He had gotten much taller and buffer and his style changed too, he had piercings and his nails were painted black, she had to admit in her eyes he wasn't her cute little Zuzu anymore, he was her hot and grown up Zuzu.

"BuNnY?!" The table asked loudly, making Izuku and Y/N both laugh softly.

"Zuzu I don't care how he usually is, your appearance may have changed but I see you're still too nice to stand up for yourself," she said the last part softly before looking at Katsuki, "you better not call him that again."

"Not gonna happen," he grumbled at her as he slouched back in his chair. Before she could continue her argument with him, Shoto had interjected, "Snowflake?"

She turned towards him with a soft smile, "yes Sho?"

"Even though Bakugo is being a dick, could you answer the question? I'm very curious and confused about this to be honest."

"Oh yes, please tell us how you dated all three of them?" Mina and Denki both said with large smiles.

"Oh sure," Aika smiled, "I wonder where I'd start, they're all pretty long stories."

"How about the beginning," Momo suggested. Ejirou agreed with her, "yeah, start there."

"Maybe we should just let Miss. Kayama eat," Tenya said, trying to be helpful.

"Ida! I told you to call me Y/N, please drop the formalities, we're all gonna be very good friends, I just know it. Anyways.. the beginning.. I guess that starts off with Zuzu," she smiled brightly, "he was my very first boyfriend. I know how hot he looks now but I'm sure you all know how cute he was just a few years ago. What a shame I missed puberty hitting huh?" She said, licking her lips.

Izuku gulped as his face turned red, he felt like he was his 13 year old self all over again, all thanks to Y/N.

"I met Izuku when I was about 13, we went to different schools but we lived in the same neighborhood.. That's when Mom and I were keeping a low profile because of a rise in villain attacks against heroes and their families. I met him at the local creek..."

13 year old Y/N was currently practicing her gymnastics on a log that was over a creek. Ever since the move she wasn't able to be with her uncles and god fathers as she usually would to stay occupied but thanks to the rise of hero family deaths she had to stay clear of them to protect herself and them. So here she was, in the middle of the woods practicing gymnastics alone.

She was currently doing a handstand and just as she was flipping out of it, she heard a yell, "be careful!"

But it was too late, she had slipped on moss and found herself falling into the creek below. As she fell, it felt like it took forever. She spent the time wondering if she was going to die, what a gruesome thing to think at 13 but in the world she lived in people of all ages died under all circumstances. She thought, 'how embarrassing of a death this would be.' and just as she thought she might've landed on a rock or a sharp branch, she landed on a scrawny body.

"Ow," they both grumbled as they separated from each other, she stood up and then looked down at her savior, a boy about her age with a ball of fluffy green hair.

He was standing up himself, "that sure hurt."

"Of course it did, you just used your body as a safety net," she said, wiping herself off, "your quirk couldn't be used to help me out?'

The green haired boy wiped the back of his neck with a nervous smile on his face, "I-I don't have my quirk yet, but I couldn't have just let you fall. So I just did what I thought was best."

"That was incredibly stupid," she said causing the boy to frown but then she started smiling, "but very brave, thank you for being my hero."

The boy smiled at the girl , "yo-you're welcome, of-of course! How about we get out of the woods now?"

Y/N smiled and nodded following him out of the woods. It was clear the boy was flustered, how could he not be, this pretty girl just called him brave and a hero.. her hero.

The two sat in silence for a while which made her break it, "Well?"

Izuku looked at her confused, "what?"

"Shouldn't I know my hero's name?"

"Oh haha, I forgot about that. S-sorry about my manners, I'm Izuku Midoriya!"

"That's such a cute name," she smiled at her hero, "I'm Y/N."

"N-no last name?"

"That's classified information Zuzu," she said, winking causing the boy to blush even more. It was rare that a girl his age would be flirting with him, let alone talking to him.

The two talked as they walked and finally reached the entrance/exit, she looked at him, "how about you meet me here tomorrow cutie?"

Izuku smiled widely, she was so sweet, "S-sure, of-of course! After school?"

"Sure," she smiled, "see you tomorrow Zuzu."

"... and everyday after that I met him at that creek for about a year," Y/N said with a soft smile, she looked at Izuku, "he's changed a lot on the outside but just by looking at him right now I can tell that he's the same Zuzu," she reached over the table and caressed his face causing the table to awe, except for the three boys, Katsuki and Shoto were too busy being jealous that it wasn't them she was admiring while Izuku was flustered. He felt younger all over again, a puddle just for Y/N.

"How'd you get together though, that was just how you met," Mina said, interrupting their moment, making Izuku glare at the pink girl who stuck her tongue out at him making him do the same revealing his tongue piercing making Y/N gasp, "a tongue piercing?!"

"Y/N," Mina said, interrupting, "can you continue please?"

"Oh yeah," Y/N giggled, sitting with her legs up on her chair, leaning them on Shoto leaning her upper half on Katsuki while she spoke, making them both smile softly.

"It was so cute, we were at the creek.."

13 year old Y/N was snacking on her last baby carrot while she sat next to a 13 year old Izuku. The two were at their spot in the woods, next to the creek they met at, they had been meeting there for about 2 months at this point.

Y/N's snacking was interrupted when Izuku spoke, "B-Bunny, I- I have a question for you."

"Shoot Zuzu," Aika said with a small smile.

"S-so I was kinda wondering if- if y-you would mayb-"

"Izuku please spit it out already," she said, touching his hand with a small laugh.

"Okay.. Would you be my g-girlfriend, please," Izuku said, standing up and looking at her with a face of determination. Y/N stared at him, before she spoke Izuku cut her off, "unless you don't wanna," he rubbed the back of his neck, "you.. you're just so cool Bunny, and I just wanna be cool with you."

He let out a breath he hadn't realized he lost when Y/N started speaking, "Zuzu, I- I thought we were boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"WHAT?!"

"You gave me your sweater the other day and I accepted. Is that not how it works?" Y/N asked him, standing up as well with a face of confusion.

"N-No it's not."

"Oh," she sat down and laughed. Years of not socializing with non Pro Hero kids was having some wear and tear on her brain, "well then yes, I will be your girlfriend."

Y/N laughed with the rest of the table, "and we started officially dating after that, for about a year. It was so great."

"So," Yuga started, "if things were so good, why'd you break up, Mademoiselle?"

Y/N looked across the table and reached her hand out and caressed Izuku's hand, "in the last few months of middle school, Zuzu stopped coming around so much, even his mom wasn't sure what was going on. I wanted to talk things out but," her hands moved down to her lap and she caressed her own instead, "I couldn't seem to find him, so when I got the chance to audition for a pop idol boot camp in South Korea, it wasn't that hard to end things, I thought that he hated me anyways.. So on the day we broke up we finally talked..."

It had been months since Y/N and Izuku had a decent moment together.. he had even missed her birthday. But she finally had her chance to become a star like she wanted, this was a once in a lifetime opportunity. So there she sat in his room waiting for him so they could talk, as Inko had let her right in.

She waited for him as she swung back and forth in his desk chair, after hours of waiting Izuku finally came into the room. He dropped his bag and then screamed as he saw Y/N sitting in his room, "B-BUNNY WHAT'RE Y-YOU DOING HERE?"

"To talk," she said softly, "We... we need to break up."

"W-what?"

"I got an opportunity to audition for a pop idol boot camp in South Korea, and we haven't seen each other a lot anyways.."

"But that's be-because I've been training.. I'm sorry, I'll do anything."

"You couldn't train with me there? Or at least made an attempt to invite me?"

"Th-that's because-"

"I'm sorry Zuzu.. but I'm getting on a plane in the next few days and I won't have my phone for a while.. I just.. I think it's best. There isn't any changing my stance on this so please.." At this point both of them were crying, "just.. just promise me something."

"Please.. I'd do anything for you," Izuku said, wiping his tears and walking over to Y/N, holding her hand.

"Promise me that you'll always be my hero.. and that you'll never stop loving what you love most."

"You're what I love most," he sniffled. She laughed softly, "then do that, and never stop smiling. I wanna find your smile in my crowds when I get famous."

Y/N wiped a tear she hadn't known fell and went back to holding Izuku's hand, "and I can tell that he kept all of those promises.. even after all of this time. I'll never forget my Zuzu’s smile."

The table minus the two jealous boys awed while Katsuki softly grabbed Y/N’s wrist causing her to sit back down all the way and chuckle, much to Izuku's dismay, as Katsuki spoke, "enough about st-,” Y/N glared, causing him to sigh and correct himself, "Deku. How about you tell them about our epic love story," he says smirking at her. Y/N giggled as she caressed Katsuki's face, "sure Kats."

"I would love to hear about how Bakubro got to date a babe idol like you," Ejirou exclaimed, getting agreed nods and responses from the rest of the table.

"How did I get to date her? You saying I can't pull bitches, Shitty Hair?" Katsuki yelled as he stood up.

The whole table laughed, causing him to get more mad, "what're you extras laughing at," he asked as his hands started sparking causing Y/N to stand and grab his arm, "Teddy Bear," she said softly almost angelic like, “you know not to play with your food.” He rolled his eyes before smirking, “so I can just kill them instantly?” He asked as he turned to look at her.

She laughed, “how about later, can’t let them die not knowing about how we feel in love.”

She smiled at him and he scoffed but sat down in agreement, “you’re all lucky to live another day.”

"Please please tell us how you and Bakugo got together," Denki begged, "I absolutely have to hear this story."

"I agree," Momo nodded and leaned into the table to listen in better, "I'm rather intrigued by it."

She let go of Katsuki and smiled at her new friends, "right of course! Well, I met Katsuki wh-"

Y/N was interrupted by the sound of the bell which made her laugh, "guess it's a story for another time."

The table stood up and all of the students started walking together, Izuku and Shoto on both of Y/N's sides almost as soon as they began walking, while Katsuki sat at the table angry.

"Now how in the fuck does stupid Deku get the entire lunch hour and I have to wait," he said angrily before getting alerted by Y/N's sweet voice, "Kats are you coming or what," she asked as she turned to look at him with a large smile, the other two boys waiting as well.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," he grumbled as he stood up, rolling his eyes.

#izuku fluff #deku fluff #izuku x reader #izuku x y/n #izuku midoria x reader #mha deku #deku x y/n #midoriya izuku #izuku #midoriya #katsuki <3 #katsuki x you #bakugou x y/n #todoroki shouto #shoto x y/n #deku smut #mha midoriya #mha bakugou #mha todoroki #my hero academia #bakugo katuski #bnha izuku #bnha todoroki #bnha bakugou #bnha x you #todoroki x reader #deku x reader

[sunnyyyyyyyynnus]

"Midnight Confessions."

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Pairing: Douxie x Fem!Reader

Warning: angst ig and some daddy issues

Summary: sleepovers, midnight snacks, and confessions

A/n: y'all don't know just how much i cringed while writing this but here you go

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HISIRDOUX CASPERAN YOU GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF MY COOKIES OR I SWEAR I AM GOING TO BEAT YOU UP TO THE POINT YOUR MAGIC WON'T BE ABLE TO HELP YOU!" I glare at the guy in question from the doorway as he whips his hand away from my plate. Marching over to him, I slam the tray of food I'm holding onto the table, still glaring at a sheepish Douxie. He looks at me with an apologetic look on his face "Sorry Y/n, it's just that they looked so good and you know I don't have patience enough to wait much longer..." He trails off, looking at me with a small smile on that stupid face of his that causes my heart to race.

Shooting him one more glare, I gather my food and take them over to the chair near my bed. Placing the plates on my bedside table, I get comfortable in my chair before grabbing a cookie and my glass of milk.

It was one of those rare times when both my father and Merlin were out on war business with Lancelot and a couple other knights. I never bother to find out what it is they do when they're gone; it already hurts enough to see how father treats magical beings, especially being one myself.

My parents found out that I could do magic the day I was born. My mother was thrilled while my father...not so much. He ordered Merlin to teach me how to control my magic, and only control it. I wasn't allowed to develop my skills, especially after mother died. Luckily, father didn't leave me completely powerless. He had Lancelot teach me how to defend myself and how to fight. So, after years of training and hard work, I became one of the best fighters in the kingdom. I met Douxie and Archie when I was 15, and we became best friends effortlessly. And here we are now, taking advantage of father and Merlin being away to have a sleepover in my bedroom. I had managed to snag some snacks from the kitchen without getting caught, and now we were sitting in comfortable silence, munching away on our food.

"Alright" I stand up dusting myself off, grab my empty plate and glass and place them in the tray on the table in front of Douxie "So what do you wanna do?" I question, crossing my arms across my chest. 

Douxie seems deep in thought as he put his own plate and glass in the tray "Well...I guess we could practice some magic" he says. I grin; just because my father hates magic and has forbidden it, doesn't mean I'm just going to forget about my powers, pretend they don't exist just like he does. Merlin taught me how to keep my magic under control while Douxie has been teaching me how to develop them.

The only problem is that Douxie doesn't really know that many spells, just really simple ones, but still, magic is magic. Whenever we're alone, he teaches me the basics. Or at least he tries to.

I stand in the middle of my room as Douxie explains a spell to me. We practice for nearly two hours until we can barely contain our yawns. We grab blankets and pillows and lay them in front of the doors that leads to the balcony.

We lay in silence, staring out the glass doors at the full moon. After a while, Douxie speaks up "Hey Y/n? You awake?" I'm about to respond when an idea hits me; recently, Douxie, with help from Archie, managed to scare the hell out of me as I was walking through the castle, my nose in a book.

I lay as limp as possible, trying to control my breathing so that Douxie would think I'm fast asleep. It works. "Asleep huh?" I hear him move around then suddenly everything goes completely dark. It takes me a second to realize that he just sat up in front of me, blocking the moonlight.

For a minute nothing happens, and I'm about to pounce on Doux when I feel cold fingers brush strands of hair off my face "You're really beautiful, you know that?" My face heats up and my breath hitches, but luckily, Douxie doesn't seem to notice.

He starts talking again and all thoughts of the prank leave my mind "Sometimes...I wish you had a different father-no offence-.." None taken "..or that he didn't hate magic, but don't we all wish that?" Yes, yes we do. Douxie sighs "If you did have a different father or if your father was different, maybe I'd have more courage to..." He trails off. My mind is working furiously Have courage to do what? He's already teaching me magic in secret and if  we're caught doing that, we'll be in huge trouble, so what else would he need courage for that has to do with my father and I?  Suddenly, I feel lips press themselves on my forehead then pull away, leaving a tingling sensation on that same spot. I'm in shock; Hisirdoux Casperan...just kissed me. He kissed me. Me! Yes, I know it was just a peck on the forehead but still! I try to calm down enough so that I can hear what he's going to say next, if he says anything at all.

"I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry Y/n" I notice that his voice is shaking and I get the urge to hug him tightly, tell him that he doesn't need to apologize for anything, but I have to hear what he has to say since I doubt he'd tell me any of this if he knew I was awake "I want to tell you, I really do, but I can't, it would only end with one of us getting hurt if not both of us" He takes a deep breath "I love you" he whispers as though tasting the words on his tongue.

I can't do this anymore; I open my eyes and look up at Douxie. He doesn't seem to have realized that I'm awake, to busy staring at his hands in his lap, lost in his thoughts. Slowly, I sit up, trying not to make a sound until I'm sitting in front of him, legs crisscrossed "Doux." His head snaps up to look at me and his face pales.

He gulps "How long have you been awake?" I don't answer, but continue to stare at him. He looks anxious, really anxious. Finally, I open my mouth to speak "Did you mean it?"

"Wha-Mean what exactly?" "What you just said, abo-about loving me" my voice cracks but I hardly care at this point. Douxie still looks really pale and he doesn't seem like he's going to answer. He just hangs his head, staring at his palms.

After what feels like an hour but must have been only a couple of minutes, Douxie answers "Yes." He looks at me "I meant every word of it. I've been in love with you for the past two years" He still looks nervous but more confident than he did before.

I sit still, not saying anything. I raise a hand to touch his cheek, but I stop with my fingers only an inch away from his face. After a moment, I cup his face with both hands, forcing him to look me in the eyes "You should've told me." I say simply then lean in, brushing my lips against his.

Douxie seems frozen with shock, but then he responds, kissing me back. He tangles his hand in my hair, tilting my head back while I place one hand on his shoulder, the other one at the nape of his neck. After what feels like hours, we break apart, Douxie resting his forehead on mine. "I love you Doux, truly." I whisper. Douxie's face practically lights up and his smile causes my heart to melt.

"I don't care what my father thinks, I'll love whoever I want to and I love you, magic and all." Douxie wriggles his eyebrows "Soo, forbidden relationship huh? The beautiful princess and the street rat. Sounds scandalous." I roll my eyes "You've always been one for dramatics."

Before he can respond, someone coughs behind me. I spin around, my heart racing, thinking that a guard caught us, but it turns out to be Archie. A very smug looking Archie. "Man, how long have you been standing there?" Douxie questions "An hour" was the reply from Arch, who's still smirking.

I groan and stand up, stretching my arms above my head as I make my way to my bed and plop down "Well I don't know about you but the princess needs her beauty sleep so nighty night" I blow a kiss in Douxie's direction then get comfortable underneath my comforter.

"Fine, I'll let you sleep for now" Douxie mumbles and I feel my face redden "I HEARD THAT!" Douxie snorts from somewhere to my right. I close my eyes and feel and odd sense of happiness form inside me despite the war raging outside Camelot's walls. At least I've got Douxie and Archie by my side, and I know that they'd never leave it. We'll get through it together. And who knows? Maybe Douxie and I could get married someday, find a nice place together, get a pet hamster! We could call it..."

#toa #hisirdoux casperan #tales of arcadia #toa trollhunters #toa 3below #toa wizards #toa douxie #douxie #hisirdouxcasperan #toa hisirdoux #wizards hisirdoux #hisirdoux #douxie x y/n #douxie x reader #hisirdoux x reader #trollhunters #3below #wizards #rott #wizards tales of arcadia #toa rott #rise of the titans #Sunny writes

[firstkanaphans]

Can I ask what happened with the Earth/Stud subplot of Friendzone? I haven't seen it.

Apologies if this is a little rude, I won't mind if you don't answer. :)

This isn’t rude at all, Anon! I’d be happy to tell you. But let me start this off by saying that I do not like Friendzone. At all. In fact, my biggest worry going into Only Friends was that it was going to be like Friendzone. Every single character in Friendzone is the worst person you’ve ever met in your life and yet it’s written as if you’re supposed to root for them. Luckily, it seems that P’Jojo has pivoted a bit in Only Friends because even super toxic characters like Boston are still likable. You understand their motivations even if they suck. Friendzone is just a mess.

But onto Earth and Stud.

Full disclaimer: It has been a while since I watched Friendzone and I have no plans to watch it again, so this is just my recollection of what happened. It’s also a wild ride, so strap in.

So Earth (played by Singto Prachaya) and Stud (played by Plustor Pronpiphat) have been friends since college. Stud is a, well, stud. He sleeps with any boy that will have him (mostly AJ Chayapol who I’m pretty sure was only 17 at the time). Earth is in a long-term committed relationship with a much older doctor named Sam (played by Nat Sakdatorn, the ultimate zaddy).

One day, Stud decides it would be super fun to sleep with Earth’s boyfriend Sam. In my recollection of this, Sam put up no fight whatsoever. Stud flirted with him like twice and Sam was just like, “Earth who?” Earth, meanwhile, is just a precious little cinnamon roll who has never done anything wrong in his life: great friend, great boyfriend, plant dad. Does not deserve this shit.

I think Stud and Sam only sleep together once? Maybe? But eventually Earth finds out and is super mad at Stud and not nearly mad enough at Sam, but whatever. It was 2018. Back then it was still okay to blame the mistress.

Anyway, as all of this is happening, Stud starts to realize that he hadn’t slept with Sam because he wanted Sam. He had slept with him because he wanted Earth and was only trying to break them up.

Season 1 ends with Earth still dating Sam (🤮) and I want to pull my hair out at how stupid everyone is being.

But it’s not over yet because there’s (unfortunately) a season 2.

In season 2, Earth struggles with still not trusting Sam since he is, you know, a dirty fucking cheater, but luckily him and Stud are able mend their broken relationship. I think the impetus for this is Stud’s mother dying? Maybe? It’s actually very sweet. The power of friendship and all that.

They start hanging out more and somewhere along the way, Earth decides that a great way to get back at Sam for sleeping with Stud is by sleeping with Stud himself. So that’s what he does. Stud is, at this point, madly in love with him and Earth is well-aware of those feelings, but does not feel the same. It’s deliciously angsty. My favorite scene in the whole series. You can watch it here around the 3:15 mark. (It’s fade-to-black because this was 2018 and we all know that gay sex wasn’t invented in Thailand until Tharntype in 2019.)

Sam finds out—I’m pretty sure Earth just straight up tells him in an act of pettiness I can only aspire to—and rather than ending what has at this point become a very toxic relationship, he suggests an open relationship instead so that Earth can sow his wild oats or whatever. And then the series somehow still ends with Earth and Sam together. Jesus effing Christ, I can’t.

Now that I’ve typed all of this out, I’m realizing it’s basically Only Friends if the reason Boston hooked up with Top was because he was secretly in love with Mew and now I want that so freakin’ badly. Mew is the beer-flavored nipples girl in this show and it’s what he deserves.

I think that’s all? I know it probably sounds super intriguing when laid out in a concise list like this but I cannot stress enough that you should not watch this show. It’s not good. And it’s so freakin’ long. Each season is like 16 episodes and most of it is just a het dumpster fire of trash. I spend every day praying Only Friends stays on the path it’s currently on and doesn’t veer into Friendzone territory. But even if it does, at least it’s gay.

#wow I have a lot of pent up feelings about friendzone apparently #friendzone #earthstud #asks #this is in reference to me comparing the raymew relationship to earthstud yesterday btw #it’s a trope jojo likes

[jedi-lothwolf]

Febuwhump Day 11: Fever

Fandom: Star Wars

Timeline: The Bad Batch

"Skyguy I don't feel so well" Ahsoka complained.

    Anakin turned around to face Ahsoka. She looked ill. "Let's get you checked out."

    The two walked to the medical bay on The Resolute. It wasn't too busy and Ahsoka was seen immediately.

    The droid confirmed that the padawan was indeed sick. She had a high fever of 101. Ahsoka was prescribed an antibiotic and rest. Of course with the coming mission she didn't want to rest. As the commander of the 501st she didn't feel it was right to abandon them right before battle.

    Anakin walked with his sister back to her quarters. He opened the door with the force and entered. The room consisted of a bed and a nightstand that had drawers. There is where she kept her extra clothes. The Togruta's lightsabers rested on top of the nightstand.

    Sitting down Ahsoka argued about how she needed to help in the fight. "Master it wouldn't be fair if I didn't fight. The men fight when they feel under the weather why can't I?"

    "Snips" Anakin sighed. "Barely any of the men say when they feel sick. Now lay down."

    Ahsoka complied. Of course she was stubborn about this. Anakin remembered being the same way with Obi-wan. When he wasn't much older than Ahsoka, maybe 14 or 15, the two had a mission to protect a world leader who was wanted by a rather large gang. Anakin had started to feel ill on their way and complained to Obi-wan, the same way Ahsoka had. Once on the planet Anakin was checked out by a member of the leaders medical staff. He was indeed ill and Obi-wan tried his best to help him rest. Anakin was sure he had to help. The mission was a mess but a success.

    The girl's master looked down at her. "I'll be right back." He stood and walked to find a rag and some warm water.

    When he returned Ahsoka was nowhere to be found. Anakin sighed and started looking for her.

    As the ship approached the planet below, Anakin finally made it to the clones barracks. There she was.

    Rex was sitting upright in his bunk. Ahsoka had wandered to the barracks and Rex had gotten her to lay down. Her head rested in his lap and he was rubbing her back.

    Anakin looked relieved to find her, better yet that she was resting. "How'd you get her to lay down?"

    "I just said come here and opened my arms. She came right to me."

    The general shook his head.

    "Anakin she's got a fever. Feels pretty bad." Rex dropped the formicalities, after all they weren't taking general to captain. They were just two brothers concerned about their little sister.

    "It was 101 when I got her checked out."

    "Wow." Rex looked down at the sleeping girl and softly smiled, "I feel bad. I'm gonna have to move her when we land."

   "As long as you're slow it should be fine."

    "Yeah." Rex rested his head against the wall behind him. Anakin sat on the floor near the two and leaned against the wall. The cool metal was somewhat comforting.

    When the ship would in orbit everyone started to get ready. For some this would be their last mission, for others their first. Ahsoka woke as Rex moved beneath her. "Huh? Are we here?" She said weakly.

    "Yeah kid, we're here. You're staying on this ship okay?"

    "But I have too -"

    Anakin interrupted her, "no you don't. It'll be fine if you stay here okay. We got it."

    "Stupid fever, giving me away" Ahsoka grumbled. She sat up and watched the concern rise in the others eyes. It was nice to see how much they cared about her. Realizing her being on the field would only worry them, she laid back down.

    The commander had been convinced she had to go, she had to fight with the others. Now she could see it clearer. They'd be okay. She needed the break anyway. Sure she had to get sick to know it but now she knew.

    Ahsoka was right. Anakin and Rex returned to her relatively unharmed. This battle luckily didn't have many casualties. In a few days the padawan was back at her masters side, both of them causing havoc and training.

(I really gotta catch up on these. Wish me luck.)

#star wars #febuwhump #febuwhump2023 #star wars whump #star wars febuwhump #Febuwhumpday11 #star wars the clone wars #star wars ahsoka #anakin skywalker #ahsoka tano #captain rex

[dorefasolsido]

12. No Recess

***credits to the original creator***

1. Pen: Did the ink ever smudge across the paper when you used to write?

I’m sure that happened many times. It would smudge all over my hands all the time.

2. Highlighter: Did you highlight everything or just the super important details?

I rarely highlighted anything, but when I did, only the important details.

3. Pencil: Did you prefer mechanical or regular pencils?

I think regular ones, idk.

4. Markers: Did you prefer to use the fat or skinny markers?

Skinny, maybe.

5. Crayons: How many crayons came in the biggest box that you brought to school?

Oh idk, I don’t remember ever bring crayons to school.

6. Colored Pencils: What’s your favorite color?

Most shades of blue, black, and purple.

7. Erasers: What’s one mistake from the past that you’d like to erase?

I don’t want to erase any particular act, but I would love to have been able to erase my social anxiety in high school. Constant worry about what everyone’s thinking was a nightmare, and looking back on it all now, it just wasn’t worth the stress.

8: Glue: Which is better - stick or liquid bottle, and why?

Liquid bottles always worked better for me.

9. Scissors: Who was the last person you cut out of your life, and why?

A very good friend who was very bad for my mental health, and I don’t think I was good for hers either. We were fighting non-stop, stuck in this weird friends-but-maybe-something-more situation, until I realized it’s stupid and exhausting to continue that way. That being said, cutting her out was one of the more difficult things I’ve done in my life.

10. Notebook: Were you more comfortable using a separate notebook for each subject, or did you use one notebook for multiple different subjects?

I had separate notebooks for each subject until I came to uni. Then it was all in one.

11. Binder: Did you buy plain-colored binders, or ones that had pictures/characters on them?

Definitely with pictures or characters.

12. Folders: What was the one color folder that you were expected to have but could never find in the store?

Uhh, I have no clue, it’s not like anyone ever expected me to have any particular folders.

13. Clipboard: Did your teacher ever require you to use a clipboard as an alternative to your desk’s hard surface?

Nope.

14. Stapler: Have you ever accidentally stapled yourself before?

Lol it sounds like something that would happen to me, but no. Probably because I didn’t use staplers very much.

15. Sharpener: Did you used to like to sharpen pencils (especially colored ones) at both ends?

Oh I definitely did.

16. Hole-Puncher:  Do you prefer the 1-hole punch or the 3-hole punch one?

Tbh, no preference?

17. Sticky Notes: Do you prefer plain yellow Post-Its, or all different colors?

Different colours!

18. Index Cards: Did you study a lot or just try your best on the day of a test?

I studied, I was a pretty good student.

19. Paper Clips: How often during the school day were you unable to hold yourself together? What about school would make you upset?

I just hated my class and the general vibe of high school. And people often said high school days would be the best time of my life, which made me pretty miserable, because, you know, fuck me then. Luckily, that’s 100% not true; uni was around 1000 times better than high school in every possible way.

20. Reinforcements: Who were your friends throughout your years of school?

I had a little group of friends, but I’m friends with only one girl out of the six now. They never felt like real friends to me, and by the time we were seniors, they pretty much excluded me and the other friend from the group. So, when high school ended, I changed my phone number and didn’t bother contacting any of them later on. 

21. Dividers: Did you have separate binders for each subject, or use dividers in one large binder?

I didn’t use binders regularly.

22. Supply Box: Do you prefer a supply box or a pencil case? Why?

Pencil case, just because that’s what I used to carry to school.

23. Book Covers: Did you buy the colorful stretchy patterned kind, or cover your books with a brown paper grocery bag?

I only used these very early in elementary school, and I always had the patterned ones.

24. Backpack: Did you ever use a rolling backpack before?

Nope.

25. Lunch Box::What was the best snack to be traded at lunch?

Lol we didn’t actually have lunch at school. Our parents would give us some cash and then we could buy a sandwich from a shop near the school or something else to snack on. We never had a proper cafeteria, and our “lunch time” was only 15-20 minutes.

26: Ruler: How tall are you?

163 cm.

27: Paper: How long is the longest paper you’ve ever had to write?

Idk, I wrote a lot of long papers. My master thesis might have been the longest one, but I can’t look for it now to check how long it was.

#personal #survey

[geodeminer]

Bloodless

Content: vampire whump, love interest whump, dungeons and dragons, starvation, foul language

Notes: Just something I threw together loosely based on something that happened in the first dungeons and dragons campaign I ever played about 15 years ago. My character had died, and rather than start my backup character, I asked the DM if there was someone downstairs (cause holy hell that girl wasn't going anywhere pleasant lol) who might be willing to make a deal so she could finish her quest. He either really liked the idea or took pity on me for being a newbie that hadn't grasped the concept of permadeath in a game because she was brought back as a vampire. (Entirely on his own, too. He just said, "Let me see your sheet," and when he handed it back, she was a vampire. XD)

This was my first dungeons and dragons campaign (and our DM was using homebrewed vampires anyway), and I thought I was slick buying a handful of kegs of animal blood for the road. It wasn't until this situation came around that the DM informed me that I was in trouble. XD

And yes, the circumstances that lead to this situation are pretty much exactly as described. Our DM showed no mercy when we did stupid stuff, and it was magnificent. That kind of ruthlessness is the kind of thing that leads to stories like this, where I still remember it a decade and a half later.

~ooOoo~

Two months at sea... A thrice- damned and hairbrained scheme to defeat an enemy led them to wipe out every able- bodied sailor on the ship. And now they were adrift. Luckily, the ship had been well- stocked for the voyage, and there was plenty of food for just her party, but if the wizard couldn't figure out the teleportation spell soon, the others would begin to starve. They could possibly try to just... sail the ship, but she had more faith in the wizard than she did of them figuring out how to get the ship to go in a direction they wanted; never mind learning to navigate.

She wouldn't starve, though. She had packed enough kegs of bison blood in the bag of holding to last a year. At least... that's what she had thought.

She gulped the blood down greedily, but there was no sense of becoming full. Hunger would be staved off for a little bit, but the time between the need to drink was getting shorter and shorter. Her body shook with the weakness of some form of vampiric malnutrition, and she was starting to worry that she might begin to starve before the rest of the party. Could vampires even become malnourished? It had only been a week prior to them storming the ship since she had arisen from the dead, having made a deal with some denisen of the underworld; no one had given her the rundown. There had been no sire to inform her of how to function.

The wizard's mumbling grated on her ears. She had come out on deck to gulp down a tankard of blood, and it seemed that every noise, every overheard conversation, every creak of the ship, every wave that crashed against the hull pierced her brain like an ice pick. She turned around to scold him, but found the breath stolen from her lungs.

She needed to drink, and right there was what she needed. She had taken two steps toward him before she realized it and stopped. What the hell was she doing? Her precious companions... her friends who had dragged her body from beneath a dracolich just so she could be sent home... they were her family... how could she even think of drinking from them? Especially not the wizard. If something happened to him, the others would likely starve to death in the middle of the ocean.

Sentient blood... that was what she needed, she realized. Not a beast. An animal would not nourish her; especially not long term.

Galbrand's heavy boots on the deck brought her out of her thoughts, only to find herself on her knees. When had she fallen? His thick, gloved hand entirely encircled her arm as he pulled her upright. She looked up at him, her vision swimming slightly. She caught sight of the cleric behind him. She could barely see the look of concern on Asher's face... he glowed with holy light suddenly, and her eyes stung.

"You were right," Galbrand grumbled, casting a look over his shoulder at Asher.

"I wish I wasn't," said the cleric sadly.

"What's going on?" asked Win, standing from his studies. She dared not look at him, lest he provoke her hunger again. She could smell him, strangely distinct from the warrior and holy man that stood closer than he; as though her newly developed instincts had locked onto him specifically.

There was a long silence, and for a moment, she thought she might've blacked out. But she could clearly hear Galbrand speak again. "She's dying," he said bluntly. "Again," he added.

"She can't survive on animal blood. I was hoping I was wrong; vampirism is far outside my normal purview," said Asher.

"Didn't realize vampires could die," said Win.

The conversation continued, but she had no ability to focus, and it sounded like voices from the other side of a wall. But, she was certain that they were considering options; options she was pretty sure she was unlikely to appreciate. Her gaze had fallen to the wood of the deck, and her eyelids felt heavy. She was cold... so heavy and tired. Perhaps if she just got some sleep...

"How often will she need to drink?" asked Galbrand, his voice suddenly loud enough to rouse her attention.

"I don't know," answered Asher. His voice rang like a bell in her head. "Like I said, I never really studied vampirism. But I do know a starving vampire can be pretty savage. We need to handle this with care."

"We will probably need to take turns, then," offered Win.

Galbrand scoffed. "You're crazy if you think you are going to take part in that. If she loses control, I doubt it would take long to drain your wispy ass entirely. Between myself, Asher, Leanne, and Soren, we should be able to keep her going at least as long as it takes us to get off the ship." After a moment, she heard him mumble under his breath, "or starve to death... whichever comes first."

Had she the strength to do so, she imagined she would have objected, but as it was, her legs were buckled beneath her, and she was held tightly against the thick leather padding that Galbrand wore under his armor.

Suddenly, she was being moved, and for a moment, she feared they might take her below deck. The idea of being in this state in the suffocating air of her bunk made her stomach queasy. But, the smell of the open sea air never left her. She felt her back hit the railing, and Galbrand's large hand clapped gently against her face. "Qalohi..." he said softly.

The sound of her name perked her mind up, even if she couldn't convince her body to follow. After a moment, Galbrand's hand moved to her chin and tilted her head back so her swimming eyes could meet his. She forced her eyes to open and managed a weak smile at the sight of his handsome face. It was strangely close to hers.

She became suddenly aware of her position, and had she the mind to, she might have blushed. Galbrand was pressed against her, holding her upright against the railing of the ship. He offered a smile in return.

Some time must've passed because she could see Leanne and Soren standing behind him, looking severe. Leanne's lip was twisted into a scowl.

Galbrand shifted, pulling his left arm from where it had been pressed against her side and placed his wrist in front of her mouth. His flesh was directly under her nose, and she inhaled deeply the smell of the blood beneath it. Galbrand always smelled great, a strange mix of floral notes and a much stronger perpetual scent of freshly cut wood; as though his work as a carpenter had embedded itself in his skin. But now, he just smelled like food.

She recoiled, scrunching her nose as though she could stop the smell from entering it any further. She tipped her head away from his arm. Though, without any strength in her muscles, her head dropped all the way back, and she wound up staring at the sky. She could feel Galbrand's hand almost immediately palm the back of her head and bring it upright again. His wrist was in front of her nose again, and she scowled at the idea of drinking from this man even as every instinct within her begged her to.

Galbrand's calloused fingers brushed some hair behind her ear. His hands were not accustomed to such gentle motions, and it was clumsy and inelegant, pulling at a few of the hairs that had stuck to her forehead and temples.

His voice was low and husky when he spoke, and it sent a shiver down her spine. "Don't make me watch you die, Qal... not again."

She felt something sharp prod the side of her throat and heard a reproachful exclamation of, "Leanne!" from one of the others; she was too distracted by Galbrand's... everything to tell who it was.

She cocked her head to the side, just enough to see the thief holding a dagger to her neck and glaring at her with eyes that were just beginning to glow.

"Stop when we tell you," she commanded with a deep growl in her words.

Galbrand looked over at her, down at the blade, and then met Qalohi's eyes again. "We need you here, Qal. I... need you here. Please."

She clenched her jaw until it shook. Her body screamed at her; begged her almost as loudly as Galbrand had. But she held fast. The very sound of Galbrand's voice anchored her resolve. She felt more than heard his sigh, and his fingers gripped the sides of her face. She knew what he was doing. She whimpered in the back of her throat as he began to squeeze gently. The warrior had enough strength to easily dislocate her jaw with a flick of his fingers, but he kept the pressure light. Gradually, he forced his fingers into the divet between the joints, and her mouth opened. He pressed his wrist into her mouth, and whether it was his doing or simple luck, her teeth slid easily into the largest vein on it.

Blood rushed into her mouth, and her resolve shattered. It was like lightning was pouring into her body, and the world snapped into focus as she took the first swallow. Without her bidding, her hands reached up and gripped his arm, holding it to her mouth. She tried for a couple swallows to release her hold; she didn't want him to have to contend with her vampiric strength should she be unable to stop herself. She imagined he would be able to overcome it, especially if he had the help of the others, but the idea of fighting for control of his hand was unpleasant. But she continued to pull the blood into her mouth and figured she would worry about that later.

The others were talking. Even if she could hear them, she couldn't bring herself to focus on anything other than the blood. She felt the blade prod at her throat again. She was certain that was meant to mean something, but it escaped her at the moment. The pressure against her body increased a little, but she still couldn't bring herself to care.

It wasn't until pain exploded through her shoulder that she heard the conversation happening around her. She could hear Asher and Win shouting, the distress in their voices increasing with every word.

"Qalohi! Stop! You're going to kill him!"

She couldn't release the clenching of her jaw just yet, but she stopped sucking from the wound. Her yellow eyes shifted to look at Galbrand. His expression was searching, seeking indications on her face that she was getting better.

Awareness, shame, and anger snapped into place. Leanne had buried her dagger up to the hilt in Qalohi's shoulder, and her blood was already beginning to pool on the ground below her elbow. Leanne still gripped the weapon with white knucles and was glaring at her as though she longed to begin twisting it. Galbrand's blood was oozing from the corners of her mouth, and she could feel a slow, steady procession of drips sliding down carved paths on her neck and soaking into the top of her tunic. Galbrand's face had a thin sheen of sweat on it, and his body had pressed further against hers as the draining of his blood began to buckle his knees. His smile sent another wave of shame through her. Using the pain of the dagger to bring herself around, she forced her mouth open; withdrawing her fangs and clamping her hands down on the wound.

"Oh gods! I'm so sorry, Galbrand!" she exclaimed breathlessly.

He pushed himself off of her and stood more firmly upright than she had thought him able. He gently pulled his wrist from her grasp, and Asher instantly grabbed it and placed a thick cloth over the wound.

Galbrand paid him no mind and continued to smile softly at her. "Are you alright?" he asked quietly.

"What the fuck kind of question is that?" Qalohi demanded, wiping at the blood on her face. "Are YOU okay?"

She hadn't noticed that Leanne was still holding the dagger in her shoulder until Galbrand swatted at it. She withdrew it, and Qalohi gasped as the air flooded the wound. She grabbed at the her shoulder and sent Leanne a wry smile.

"I appreciate it, bitch," she growled.

"Don't mention it, prick," said Leanne.

"I'm fine," interrupted Galbrand, placing his uninjured arm between them when Qalohi opened her mouth to respond. "Asher's got me."

"We need to work on your control, though," Asher told her quietly.

"Yes," Qalohi agreed.

Galbrand suddenly loomed over her and his broad six and a half foot frame toppled against her. She looped her arms under his and grabbed at his tunic to keep him upright as his chin jutted painfully against her shoulder. She had to thank her new super- human strength. Galbrand was tall, broad, and heavily muscled; prior to her transformation, his weight would've likely sent them both overboard.

His normal woodsy scent had pushed the smell of his blood to the far corners of her mind, and she smiled, hugging him closer to her and tipping her head to rest against his. His arms lifted to wrap across the back of her shoulders, and she could feel the vibration of his torso as he hummed in amusement.

"You should get some sleep," he slurred.

"Shut up," Qalohi commanded with a smile. She tipped him back but held onto one of his arms, dipping down a little to pull it across the top of her shoulders and taking a good portion of his weight. She looked up at Soren. "Help me? I'm stronger now, but he's so big and cumbersome."

He quickly obeyed and pulled Galbrand's other arm over himself and they balanced him between them.

As they walked the warrior down the stairs and toward his bunk, she could just barely make out Leane grumbling, "Hey Win... figure out that spell before she eats all of us, or I kill her for trying."

As much as she and Leanne clashed, it was strangely comforting to know that the thief was ready and willing to end her if she posed too much of a threat to the party.

#writing #fiction #whump #gaming #dungeons and dragons #d&d oc #dnd stuff #my first DM was fantastic #starvation #starving #vampires #role play

[piipstachio]

not to sound like a boomer but i think millenials should stop giving 1 - 10 yearolds their own tablets/ipads or let them roam around the internet willy nilly 

#saying this as someone who surfed the net around that age #i have implemented a lot of nasty behaviors i sound around that time and it affected me greatly at age 12- 14 #but luckily i realized it was stupid around 15 to now #and i grew out of it #by that i mean some really nasty manipulative behaviors implemented by my friends #WHO AT THE TIME WERE ADULTS #so i just thought what they were doing was ok #croaks

[hotwings0203]

now we need a part 4 with izuku and bakugo on what happens next to the poor reader 😩✋🏼

Aight imma do a two for one here so MASSIVE BET

Tw:noncon, gangbang

When your hand reaches the doorknob, you know something is off only half a millisecond before another large hand settles itself on your wrist and another one caressing your side.

You freeze immediately at the voices that croon and snarl to you.

“Open the door quietly and we don’t have to make this any more difficult than it’s already gonna be.”

“God, you smell so good. You still haven’t changed your shampoo even after all these weeks huh? I like it.”

Your hand starts to shake and your body starts to sweat as you wildly try to find a way out of this situation. The voices sound eerily familiar, with one being higher and the other more aggressive and raspy, but you don’t dare turn around to locate the faces.

One of them seems to be catching onto your hesitation, because your wrist is crushed underneath a hard grasp and you cry out softly as they growl.

“Open. This. Fucking. Door. Right now.”

It takes a good 15 more seconds to jimmy the lock open, and once you do all three of you go tumbling in.

You whip back around to see both men standing over you, merely watching you with crossed arms and equally perverse leers.

“D-deku? Bakugo? What’s going on?”

Deku practically bounces on the balls of his feet, itching with inappropriate anticipation for what’s to come.

“We wanted to play with you! Are you ready? You can’t fucking ignore me anymore!” His voice is cheery as always but it breaks when he curses, the strains in his vocal cords sticking out while he forces himself from holding back.

Bakugo steps forward.

“Didnt I tell you I was gonna come again for you, you teasing cunt? Didn’t I say to watch your back? Now look at you, sprawled on the floor like rapetoys should be.”

Both men start slowly uncrossing their arms and advance towards you.

“No-no please, why? I didn’t do anything to you! Deku, please!” You blubber as you scuttle backwards, their strides equally as long.

You continue evading them as they play around with you.

“Oh, you have no idea how long I’ve waited to hear those words. ‘Deku, please.’ Although, I’d very much rather you moan it for me.” He has the audacity to blush, and then Bakugo interjects.

“You deserve this y’know, so don’t start crying now. We haven’t even gotten to the fun part yet.” He spreads his hands and his uncharacteristic grin stretches from ear to ear, his vermillion eyes flashing in the dim light of your dorm.

“Anyone whose stupid enough to not realize how this creep has been sniffin’ your panties for months-hell, maybe even years now should get raped. You’re so fucking stupid, you didn’t realize I was protecting you from him.”

“But now look at you. Alone, afraid, vulnerable…oh, and going to the bedroom. You really are an easy slut, huh?”

Deku’s eyes light up when he realizes you truly are unknowingly backing up into the bedroom, but you realize it too late.

It’s only after Bakugo’s words come out that you try to look for a detour for the lock-induced bathroom, but Deku has a different idea.

Out of pure excitement he laughs and sprints towards you, hands outreached to touch your pretty skin, mouth open with drool softly filling the tile below him and eyes bloodshot with lust.

He looks like a creature from hell, and in the pure terror of watching him come at you like that your plan to detour was thwarted and you mindlessly trip back over your feet onto the bed, scrambling as far away as you can from them to the headboard.

You look to your left and quickly seize your bedside lamp, raising it above your head.

“Domt come any closer you closer perv. God, I shouldve known you were fucked in the head. I kept trying to make excuses for you, I thought you were my friend-“ you break down in sobs as the green haired man continues looking at you like you’re a piece of meat, absentmindedly wiping his hand across his mouth.

“And you,” you point to Bakugo who bares his teeth and smirks madly, “I already knew you were the embodiment of hell, but I thought you had a limit of how low you could stoop. You didn’t protect me from shit, you forced your way inside of me day in and day out.”

“Well now that your useless little monologue is over, Deku, tie her legs to the posts. I swear Y/N, you’re making this way too easy for me. It’s almost boring, I already know what I’m gonna get.” He raises his eyebrows at you while he lets his minion do all the work for him, goosebumps racing up his arm at the sight of you screaming and fighting tooth and nail against your fate.

But at the end of the day, after all your curses and sobs and monologues, you’re no match for either of them, especially Deku, who cooes at you to scream louder while he caresses your face and uses nylon string to secure your wrists to the wooden posts. Your legs are also bound after Bakugo seizes them from kicking, and a gag is placed over your mouth by his hands.

He roughly taps the tape covering your trembling lips and smiles condescendingly down at you.

“You’re doing so well for us, rapemeat. Keep up the good work and try to spread those legs as much as you can.” He chuckles when you scream your lungs out, thrashing as he yanks your knees apart.

“Aw, Kacchan, can’t we take the gag off? I wanted to hear her in my ears,” he pouts and looks glumly at your writhing figure.

“No, how fucked in the head are you? Someones gonna come down if she’s hollering for the whole building to hear. And cut her clothes off, I’m getting impatient.”

It seems like Deku too was at his last fiber of self control as his hands shake equally as much as yours, except for an entirely different reason altogether, the opposite reason of yours in fact.

He fishes in his back pockets for something, and produces a glinting steel knife with a black handle.

You still immediately as his descends his hands to the top of your v-neck shirt, right above your collarbones. His eyes fog up as your satiny smooth skin comes in contact with the blade, the coldness of the steel sending shivers down your spine and making you sob harder.

“Kacchan…did you ever get a taste of her blood? How does she taste?” He lifts his head to look into your tear-streaked eyes, but he addresses his childhood friend.

Bakugo snorts. “Calm down Toga, don’t get too crazy yet. We’ll have some more fun later, right now my dick is about to explode. ‘Need a hole,” he mumbles at the end and finally clambers onto the bed right atop your legs.

You stay absolutely silent as pressure from the knife rips the thin strands of your clothes apart, and Deku takes careful care to ensure you at least have thin red lines running down your stomach if not for actual blood.

“Oh fuckkkk,just look at her. You look good enough to eat…” he looks at you and licks his lips, salivating when you whine and twist at your restraints.

“Yeah yeah, you do whatever the fuck you want. Just choose what you’re gonna stick it in and hurry up.”

The blond looks bored almost as the more eager one whips to the side to face him.

“You mean it Kacchan? I can pick?”

They speak as if you’re not alive, no feelings or humanity involved. All you can do is watch and yell into your makeshift gag as the blond waves him off.

“Go for it. It’s your first time satisfying that sick head of yours, ‘must get boring doing it from behind a screen all the time.”

His slowly turns to face you, a kind leer etched across his features, eyebrows slanted and hand coming up to pull your ripped clothes apart.

You struggle and spit muffled profanities out as he slowly drags the bridge of your bra down, eyes wide open as your nipples pop out and eventually both of your tits bounce out.

He hisses and takes his nails up your stomach to fondle your breast. You can tell Deku’s too excited, too inexperienced from the way he handles them like stress balls. You grunt as his mouth latches onto a pert nipple, suckling and looking up at you as if he were some kind of demonic baby.

Bakugo watches all this with a dark glint in his eyes, absentmindedly palming himself as he watches the show unfold in front of him.

It’s entertaining seeing all of the creep’s hormones spiral out of control from years of pent-up lust. He’s never seen the dork so fired up and hungry, he’s never seen him so brutal with a civilian before, the type of people he used to say he’d protect at all costs.

After he’s done playing with your sore tits, he wasted no time in yanking your sweats off. You don’t even trash around anymore, the only thing you’re capable of in this state of terror and shock is weak moans and little sobs, maybe a writhe or two here and there.

Your panties are also torn off and you howl when the elastic cuts into your skin within the process. Bakugo takes this last stripping as an indication for him to move now. He lifts himself up on his knees and moves around your head while Deku situates himself between your violently twitching legs.

“I’m gonna take the gag out now. If you scream or pull any funny business I’ll plug your pussy and your throat with this knife, got it?” He snatches the weapon from the bed and waves it dangerously close to your face.

You nod frantically and try to turn your head to the side, but he yanks you back into place and decides to have his own fun.

While Izuku hurriedly takes his own shorts off the hothead slowly takes the tape off your mouth, staring down at you with unblinking eyes. The knife which you’re so afraid of is traced around your own squeezed shut eyes, down your cheeks and around your lips.

But the horrified trance on which he keeps you in is broken when Izuku suddenly shoved his entire length inside your dry cavern.

Luckily Bakugo has enough foresight to slam a hand over your howling mouth before the entire building can be woken up, and he glares at the sheepish-looking man down the bed from him.

“Are you a fucking virgin? At least rub her clit or something so she doesn’t go hollering at every thrust you damn nerd!”

The man between your legs winces and rubs the back of his neck, chuckling nervously.

“Oops, sorry, got a little carried away there.”

He doesn’t pull out, he merely thrusts slower, trying to fit his fat dick inside your unwilling cunt.

A string of curses leaves your lips and you grimace as the pain becomes near blinding.

Bakugo looks down at you again, the knife forgotten.

“No teeth either.” Your breaths come out in little frantic pants when his bare cock springs out of his own pants.

He taps the leaking purple tip on your lips and you open hesitantly. There’s no point in resisting anymore, they’ve got you quite literally cornered.

“Wider, slut,” he snarls, and you do-but only because Deku’s paps get more aggressive, causing your mouth to fall open in a long whine.

The blond takes this opportunity to slam his length down your throat, groaning around when he sees your throat swell with his bulge.

You immediately start gagging and trying to pull at your restraints for air, his heavy balls rest right on top of your nose and you feel like you’re going to pass out.

You can barely hear him over Deku’s animalistic grunts and whines. He’s going way too fast, as if he’s possessed by your pussy. It numbs you, taking away some of the pain in a flip side.

But on the other end of your body, you’re desperate for air while a fuzzy ballsack paps against your nose and eyes.

Each sadistic stroke he puts inside of you widens your sore esophagus, bringing bile up sometimes and large amounts of saliva too.

He’s not as loud as Deku, but he’s equally as greedy with your holes.

Your body literally hovers up almost in midair as Bakugo thrusts in and lifts his hips up, taking your upper half along with it and Deku does the same unconsciously, trying to fuck up into your womb.

It’s an exact replica of a perverted spit roast, with both of them catching each other’s rhythm and slamming inside your holes at the same time.

Your clit is suddenly rubbed inexpertly to the point of overstimulation, and the incoming sob forced out of your throat warps into a pained scream.

The vibrations of your scream makes Bakugo cum suddenly with a hoarse groan. He doubled over your body and gnaws at your bouncing tits, licking and teething at them the same way his counterpart did.

The sight of copious amounts of cum being leaked out of your filled mouth propels the green-haired man to whimper and shove himself back in one more time, hitting your cervix and causing both his and your eyes to roll back.

He cums too, but both men keep their semi-hard cocks inside of your aching body.

You don’t know what’s worse, having both of them by your side or both of them inside.

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[steinfellds]

How about a Natasha x Avenger fem!reader where the team is on a mission and reader pulls off a VERY DANGEROUS stunt that almost gets her killed, and Natasha gets angry at that but Reader brushes it off thinking it’s no big deal. But then Natasha says she can’t lose Reader, so that’s when reader realizes that she was a jerk and apologizes to Nat for worrying her.

Stupid Stunts

Pairing: Natasha x Fem!reader

Warnings: Slight Angst, mentions of bombs

558 words

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You let out a loud cough as you finally wake.

Your eyes shot open and you look around, you notice you're in a hospital room.

You quickly searched your memories, trying to figure out why you were here.

Then you remember you were on a mission and the team and you were trying to save children that were HYDRA subjects. While you were trying to get all the children out of a room, a grenade was thrown in so you immediately jumped on top of it, hoping the blast wouldn't harm any of the children.

Luckily, the blast wasn't strong enough to kill you. Though the left side of your stomach was damaged with a horrible fire burn and you were pretty sure you were bleeding out.

You don't what happened after that because you had fainted but knew you were safe and okay now.

You groaned loudly and shielded your eyes from the bright hospital lights.

"Thank god, you're awake." You smiled at the sound of your girlfriends' voice and looked over at her.

You grinned, "Hey." Your voice was raspy so Natasha gave you a cup full of water which you drank happily.

You wiped the remaining water off your lips and studied your girlfriends' face. She had bags under her eyes, her hair was messier than usual and you could see dried tear stains on her face.

"Don't ever pull that stupid stunt ever again, Y/n." Natasha glared at you.

You frowned, annoyed that you had just woken up and were already getting a lecture from Natasha.

"Chill out, Nat." You huffed out, looking away from her.

"Don't tell me to chill out! You could have died today."

You hummed, "So I could have."

You didn't really see the issue in you dying. You were ready to lay your life down and die for others if it was needed, and on that mission, you could have let 15+ children and your teammates die if you didn't jump on the grenade.

Natasha shook her head softly, trying to contain her anger "Steve could have put his shield over the grenade! You didn't need to throw your body on top of it."

You rolled your eyes, "Yet he didn't. So I did instead."

Natasha clenched her fist together, "Oh my- just don't pull another stunt like that."

You looked back at Natasha, "Why not? It's my life."

Natasha took in a deep breath, "Because I can't lose you. It would absolutely destroy me knowing that the person I love the most just died on my watch."

Your face softened and you realised how much of a jerk you were just being.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to sound so jerky." You apologised.

You brought your hand over to Natasha's and laced them together, "I didn't mean to worry you when I jumped on the grenade. It was just an immediate reaction."

Natasha hummed, "It really scared me seeing you bleeding out, stomach burned on the floor. I didn't know if I had just lost you or not."

You nodded and kissed Natasha's knuckles, "I promise you that you haven't lost me. I'm right here, breathing and alive."

Natasha smiled, "I know I can't stop you from sacrificing yourself but could you please promise me, you won't die unless there is no other way out of that situation."

You smiled at her, "I promise."

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[im-in-love-with-pizza-bites]

Ranch Hand: Prologue

Farmer!Veteran!Bucky Barnes X Teen!Reader  (Small town and Farmer AU)

Series MasterList

Series summary: You ran away from your nightmare of a family, you found a small town, population 200. In this town you meet a retired army veteran turned farmer who hires you as farm hand. Will you two be able overcome your pasts together?

Series Warnings: Mentions nightmares, Child abuse, mental abuse, physical abuse, war, PTSD, swearing, mentions death by cancer, mentions of alcohol and illegal substance abuse. please tell me if you see anymore!!! But do so politely, please.

Divider: @skylightlantern

You sighed, you didn't plan this far. You stopped your bicycle looking at the sign. Marvel Falls. Weird name you thought. You reached for your water bottle frowning when you realized it was empty. The town couldn't be too far. You kept riding your bike. Exhausted. You've been riding for what seemed for forever, but was actually just 9 hours with a few breaks in between. You were regretting not taking a bus.

Cars drove past you. Now why none of them thought a 15-year-old kid riding her bike alone in the middle of nowhere was weird is a mystery to you. You didn't mind though you just want to find this town. You really overestimated how far this town was.

You stopped your bike sighing. You looked around fields is all you saw. You were quite literally in the middle of nowhere. You breathed heavily climbing off your bike. You pushed it to lay on the ground you laid down next to it taking a break, maybe a nap. You opened your bag to find a snack. Luckily you still had some chips you stole from the pantry before you left.

Soon you were riding again. You made it maybe a quarter of a mile in no time. Still seeing no signs of human life. You saw two horses in a field and a few heard of cows in another but no house, no barn, just life stock. You were starting to think you were lost. No water, almost out of food, you would end up dead before you found this stupid town.

You were so lost in thought that you didn't notice a truck driving out of a driveway. A loud honk pulled you out of your thoughts you saw a square body chevy coming right at you. You sped of swerving into the tree and flying off your bike because you used the wrong brake.

"Ugh dammit." You muttered with a groan standing up on scraped-up legs. You looked up and saw a man looking at you, the owner of the truck you're assuming. He had shoulder-length brown hair hidden by a dirty and seemingly old baseball cap, he was tall, he looked annoyed but with a little bit of worry on his face. He was wearing a plain t-shirt, and jeans, both covered in dirt, and cowboy boots that have definitely seen better days.

"Are you insane! I could've killed you! Why are you on this road anyway!" The man raised his voice making you tense and back away. You wince looking at your knee, scrapped up and bleeding. Just your luck. There's no way you'd make it to town like this.

"I'm sorry." You said in a quiet voice. He sighed looking at your leg.

"Your leg is really bad. I think I have a first aid kit in my truck give me a second." The strange man said in a softer voice. He looked around his truck only finding a bandaid, which wouldn't have been big enough. He sighed turning back to you. "Wait here I'll get my first aid kit from my house." He told you. You nodded before he hopped back into his truck. You sat on the ground with a sigh. This could've gone better. The man got back only a couple of minutes later.

"I'm back, let me see your leg." He knelt down by your leg. "I guess I should introduce myself, I'm Bucky, I own and run Barnes Family ranch." He motioned toward the field full of dairy cows.

"I'm y/n." You said watching closely has Bucky wiped the blood off your leg. "I'm sorry for getting in your way."

"Kid your fine. I probably should fly down the driveway anyway but its rare people are on this road." He assured, wiping the scrape down with an alcohol wipe making you wince.

"Ok." You said quietly.

"Yeah. So kid where were you headed?" Bucky asked you as he put Neosporin on a bandage.

"Uh just to town." You said hesitantly.

"Do you want a ride? I'm meeting a buddy of mine at the diner so I can drop you off around there. There's no way you're getting there tonight on that bike with a hurt knee." Bucky started carefully putting the bandaid on your knee. "If you don't trust me then that's quite alright but you should call your parents to pick you up so you get home before dark. I'll wait with you."

"Uh I'll come with you I guess." You said looking at your hands.

"Okay." He gave you a kind smile. He stood up before helping you up. "Get in I'll put your bike in the back." He opened the passenger door, You climbed in thanking him. "It's the least I could do." He assured before going to your bike.

He putting up the bike surveying it to see if it broke. The tires were low on air, the seat had some wear and tear on it. He assumed the seat was from many years of riding, so he checked the tires for hole and luckily they had none. He carefully put it in the bed of the truck before closing the hatch.

"Ready to go?" He asked climbing in the driver's seat.

"Yeah." You looked out the window as he started the truck again.

"Well then let's go."

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[redhead-batgal]

Type: One-shot

Pairing: Fem! and Vigilante! Reader x Damian Wayne/Robin

Content: Some angst and lots of Fluff, some cursing, violence and an oblivious reader. Aged up Damian, 15/16yrs old.

Y/N: Your Name, L/N: Last Name, V/N: Vigilante Name

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There is a moment when you realize that you love some one, there is also a moment when you realize you hate someone. However, it's the moment realizing that someone loves you that usually hits the hardest. Unfortunately, this was not the moment for you. Instead it was the moment you realized that Damian Wayne hated you.

And honestly it pissed you off. You had done nothing to warrant his hate, in fact the two of you had been friends until he decided to be a pompous ass. Your opinion might be a little bit jaded considering you were hopelessly in love with him... but that didn't mean he had any right to be a dick to you.

It had started with avoiding you, he would see you walk into a room and he would turn and leave it. Sometimes you would be walking towards him and he would turn around and begin heading in the opposite direction. It extended into ignoring you, you would try and talk to him and he would ignore you and walk away.

Once, he was having a conversation with Tim, Tim mentioned how you would be able to help out much better then he could. Damian looked to you for a moment and you raised an eyebrow almost in question. Then he shook his head before leaving the room muttering something about how he didn't really need the answer.

It was infuriating. Maddening really, being ignored and avoided. But you knew it was best to let Damian do what ever the hell he wanted and he'd regret it later. However, when he asked to be paired with someone else on patrol when you didn't even have to speak to each other, to say you nearly lost it was an understatement.

It was the reason you nearly got shot, your mind was clouded with violent thoughts, anger at Damian and at yourself for being so hurt at the rejection.

You and Red Hood were paired together for patrol. You were supposed to be watching the turf of a gang called the Scarlet Soldiers. Word was that a war was brewing between The Scarlet Soldiers and The Unseen Devils. While your mind was off arguing with itself and shouting curses at Damian, The Devils made their move.

You didn't even realize what exactly had happened, you remember Red Hood shouting at you to get moving then everything was a blur. The next thing you remember it a feeling like fire slicing your side, gun shots were ringing around you and you felt another slice across your cheek and left arm. Someone shouted for you to get down and you dropped to the ground almost in a trance.

It wasn't until the gunfire stopped and the slices felt like they were a blaze did you come out of the trance. Someone was yanking you to your feet, however it felt as though everything was muddled and distant. Someone began to shake you and suddenly your hearing cleared and you found yourself face to face with Robin.

"What the hell were you thinking?"

He seemed concerned but you wrote that off as the adrenaline pumping through your veins due to being shot at and the fact that you had gotten grazed at least three times.

Rolling your eyes you shoved him away.

"Oh fuck off," You snapped.

He did not in fact fuck off.

Instead, he grabbed onto your right arm, forcing you to face him once again. You shot him a glare but he returned you one that rivaled your own.

"You," He began almost as if he was restraining himself, "could have gotten yourself killed, V/N."

You couldn't believe it, was he seriously acting like he cared? That he was worried about you when you both knew that was the farthest from the truth.

Pressing a hand to your forehead you shook your head and weakly laughed, "Please don't start this shit with me right now."

He blinked in slight confusion and looked at you the confusion overtaking the apparent anger he had previously had.

"Excuse me?"

"Your bullshit," You began shooting him an irritated look, "already has a body count you don't need to add more to it."

That only seemed to confuse him more. He did not let go of your arm, instead he took a step closer to you, "What?"

"This- this fuckary about 'caring'."

You threw your hands up as you shook your head and effectively slipped from his grip. But it didn't matter, he was close. Close enough you could see a slight hitch in his breathing.

" I do care-" Robin began but you cut him off shaking your head.

"Don't you dare, don't even try saying that you give a fuck about me because we both know that's a damned lie." The words slipped off your tongue and you felt your heart raging in your chest.

You had unintentionally let your feelings, the ones you'd been trying your hardest to push back, to beat into nonexistence, shove themselves forwards. The pain you had felt, not only at the rejection he kept seeming to shove your way but because of your stupid love for him. No matter how hard you tried it seemed your dumb heart was saving all it's love for him.

It wasn't until you saw the shock on his face you realized that he, luckily, didn't see all that you felt. His face hardened and he took another step forwards. If he got any closer the two of you would be touching.

"What in the hell made you think that?" His voice was low, you could see him clenching his fists and you had a feeling was he not wearing his mask, his eyes would be blazing. You had made him angry.

Great. This was just perfect.

However you couldn't stop yourself from replying. You had gotten all your pain out on the table, why not throw the anger out there as well?

"YOU! You and your pompous assery! Avoiding me, ignoring me! Of course you don't care, it was obvious... why would you?" You found yourself nearly shouting as you lurched forwards, your voice cracking at the end.

He blinked a few times, the anger slowly leaving him. You could tell because his body began to relax and his fists unclenched. This made you even angrier. Taking in a breath to stop yourself from breaking the boy wonder's nose you realized how close the two of you were.

Well shit.

He was close enough you could make out the pattern on his mask and uniform. You could hear him breathing and had the sneaking suspicion if you were to let out a breath, he would be able to feel it. You could practically hear him in you head scolding you for ruining his outfit.

"Don't even breathe on it," He had told you when you first saw it, "it's very expensive."

"How much?" You had asked in curiosity.

He shot you a look then rolled his eyes and replied, "It's worth far more then you are."

The sight of him moving his hand brought you back to the present. Looking at him you found him studying you. Suddenly he sighed and shook his head. Your noses were almost brushing when he said,

"Well, I never said I didn't care, So don't go thinking that."

Before you could reply someone called your name causing the both of you to look in their direction. Nightwing was making his way towards you a concerned look on his face.

"V/N, are you alright?" He asked moving forwards, hands out as if to examine your wounds.

You noticed how Robin took a few not so subtle steps away from you and you waved a hand at Nightwing.

"Honestly I'm fine, it's just a couple of nicks. I'll be okay."

Robin snorted as if he disagreed and you shot him a slight glare. Turning back towards Nightwing you noticed how he gave Robin a worried look before meeting your gaze.

"Just to be safe, let's get you back to bat cave and let Agent A take a look."

Reluctantly you nodded and let Nightwing begin to drag you away, a strange feeling burning in your chest. You hadn't fully realized what Robin had said until then.

I never said I didn't care. So don't go thinking that

What on earth did he mean by that? You were thoroughly confused. He acted like he didn't care, then said things like this. You hoped you didn't get whiplash from this sudden personality change, however you knew that it was more likely that you were going to just end up getting hurt. Your heart had begun to sing a little song almost as soon as it heard his words.

I never said I didn't care

That must mean he does care, your heart cheered. Your feelings were confusing... very confusing. On one hand you were angry, on the other hand you heart seemed to be making you feel a bit fluttery.

The sharp sting of rubbing alcohol on your cuts yanked you out of your thoughts. Alfred stood in front of you gently cleaning the minor wounds you gained earlier. Meanwhile, Tim seemed to be explaining something he invented to Duke.

"What do you mean it might explode?" Duke asked still wearing at least half of his vigilante outfit.

Tim shrugged as he deposited another coffee cup into the overflowing trashcan near the bat computer.

"I'm like eighty-five percent sure it won't."

"Eighty-Five percent?!"

"Uh, Well more like seventy-seven."

"WHAT?!"

You knew under other circumstances you would have laughed an such an interaction. However after what happened you were lacking your usual humor and it didn't go unnoticed.

"Is everything alright Miss. Y/N?"

You blinked and look at Alfred. He was tending to the wound on your arm and gave you a expecting look.

"Oh, I- uh yeah. I mean it's not alright but nothing is really wrong." You explained with a shrug not wanting to get into it.

"Is that why Master Damian hasn't stopped staring at you?"

"Yea-Wait, what?"

You looked up and found, nearly on the other side of the bat cave stood Damian, clearly watching the progress of you being taken care. Three words popped into your head.

Overbearing Mother Hen.

This was nearly exactly like how things had been before Damian decided to turn into a dick... well more like a prick.

He would worry about any injuries you got, of course you felt the same about him, but it was strange to see him back up to his old ways... it made your heart do the weird fluttery thing again and you really didn't like it.

A stinging on your cheek caused you to wince. And you blinked once again back into reality.

"Apologizes Miss. Y/N."

You shrugged at Alfred, now deciding to focus on him... well for at least the moment.

"It's fine, it's the least I deserve for being an idiot."

Alfred raised an eyebrow as he pulled the cloth away, but other then that he didn’t react to your comment. Looking for a bandage in the first aid-kit, Alfred let out a slight hum. After a minute's search he pulled out a old looking band-aid.

"Unfortunately, Miss. Y/N this is the last band-aid we have."

In his hands Alfred had a pink hello kitty band-aid, it had tiny little hearts and hello kitty's face adorning it's surface. You didn't really mind, a band-aid is a band-aid after all.

Alfred place the band-aid on your face and you waggled your eyebrows remarking,

"It's alright, I don't mind, I think it give me a punk edge. What do you think?"

He replied without missing a beat as he began to clean up the area, "I think you should go and talk to Master Damian."

Of course he did, he probably had heard about your argument from someone or heard parts of it over the comms, the possibilities of him hearing about were endless after all.

Shaking your head you sighed, "Alright, alright, fine."

Hopping down off of the counter, you began to walk towards Damian. As you went you passed by Steph and Cass, who both shot you looks as you headed towards him.

"Nice band-aid!" Steph remarked as she shot you a wink.

You rolled your eyes smiling as you fought off a laugh. Giving her a thumbs up you continued to walk. Stopping in front of him you notice how he's giving you a strange look.

After a few moments of awkward silence and rolling from the ball of your foot to your heel you nodded and decided to break it.

"You are being really creepy you know, you should stop."

Damian blinked in surprise and his brooding look dropped as he gave you a confused one.

"How so?"

You didn't understand how he couldn't see that he was being weird, weird and creepy. Staring at someone relentlessly and not turning away when they look back at you is fairly weird.

"Just standing there staring," You explained waving a hand, "it's weird. Stop it."

Damian's face stiffed for a moment and his entire body tensed. You didn't know exactly what you did, but something you said clearly had upset him.

"Why am I scaring you?" He asked fairly curtly.

He- he thought that he could scare you? Something was clear wrong with him because he must have forgotten who you were and what you've seen.

You rolled your eyes and shook your head as you crossed your arms. Letting out a scoff you looked him dead in the eyes and gave him a tight smile.

"Do you really think you could scare me? Sweetheart, I've met babies that are scarier then you."

It occurred to you, after you said it that you called him sweetheart. For a few seconds panic began to ensue in your mind until you saw his natural scowl and the rolling of his eyes. He didn't take it as flirting as you feared, instead he took it as a taunt... or at least that's what it seemed like.

The scowl slips away from his face and instead he looks at you frustrated and he opened his mouth only to close it. Clearly he wanted to say something, what scared you was how much you wanted to know what it was.

You fiddled with your hands for a moment before he finally cleared his throat and spoke.

"I- I wanted.... I wanted to apologize for my behavior."

Initially shock came over you, was Damian Wayne... the Damian Wayne apologizing? It sure as hell was what he said and as far as you could tell it wasn't a joke. Then again you don't exactly know what he's apologizing for.

Pushing your surprise back you raised an eyebrow and inquired, "And why is that?"

He fidgeted for a moment before looking you in the eyes, he seemed upset- a look you knew meant he was not upset with you, but himself.

"Because I was not right to treat you the way I did."

Pardon? You were astounded. Not only was he actually apologizing, he was admitting he was wrong... well not even admitting it. He was saying it, you hadn't really told him his behavior was wrong more as told him it pissed you off. For half a second you felt the fluttery feeling but you shoved it back.

What exactly was he expecting to get from this apology? Did he expect you to instantly forgive him and for everything to go back to the way it was? Or did he expect you for forgive him and then you apologize for something? You didn't know and frankly were irritated at any of the possibilities.

"Okay and?"

He swallowed and you swear you could see his cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

"You are a very dear... friend of mine and I would hate to loose that friendship because of a fault on my part."

Your jaw nearly dropped, did he just call you a dear friend? Tonight was full of miracles. Your heart began fluttering again and you were to shocked to even try and stop it.

We're friends... dear friends, your heart began singing. But you cut it off before it could get any further. No, no you couldn't keep playing this game with yourself, with your heart and feelings. For your own sake you were going to force your heart to find someone else to love. No more saving all your love for him. You were going to find someone.... someone less of ass. However that didn't mean the two of you couldn't be friends.

He seemed genuine enough and seeing the kicked puppy dog expression on his face was seriously starting to wear you down.

"Ugh, fine." You sighed giving him a irritated look, "Just don't do it again alright? I really don't like pompous you, jackass you is much better."

Relief quickly appeared on Damian's face and he seemed to be fighting off a smile suddenly.

"Thank you... I'm assuming jackass me is the version you deem normal?"

Despite yourself you snorted, rolling your eyes you smiled and gave him a long look. He was an idiot and sometimes weird, but other times he could be kinda cute... alright more then kinda... wait did what he just said about being dear friends- was that an emotional speech? You couldn't help but tease him about it.

"Yup. By the way, I didn't know you were the emotional speech kind of guy."

He blinked and then his eyes narrowed and he leaned in towards you, his arms behind his back a strange look on his face.

"Well special circumstances call for special responses however if anyone ever finds out about this there won't be a body left for them to find." He muttered to you.

For some reason, you found this hysterically funny. You smiled at him and he gave you a confused look. Laughing you rolled your eyes.

"Okay, then."

A temptation washed over you and you gave Damian a look, he raised his eyebrows in confusion. You leaned in a bit more and for a moment you relished the surprised look in his eyes. Leaning in even more you quickly pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, then you pulled away smiling.

His eyes widened and it was hard not to laugh at his expression.

"Did-did you just kiss me?" He asked clearly in shock

Laughing you shook your head in disbelief, it wasn't that shocking was it?

"It was only on the cheek, geeze. You do know that friends sometimes kiss each other like that right?"

He blinked twice and then he nodded and turned away from you his face turning all different shades of pink and red.

".... I do now." He replied nearly whispering.

It suddenly occurred to you that you had completely and totally flustered him. You tried to stop yourself but you really couldn't. A snort escaped you and you pressed a hand to your mouth to push back your giggles. Damian blinked a few times and your entire body shook.

"Oh no!" Jason shouted, "I think the demon spawn killed Y/N."

That did it, you burst into a fit of laughter. Your entire body shook and you nearly collapsed in on yourself.

"Oh my gosh," You said in between your laughing fits.

After a few seconds of you cackling and everyone staring at you in confusion, you were able to calm down... well it was more like a few minutes but that's besides the point. Wiping away imaginary tears you let out a sigh and smiled brightly at Damian. His face softens and he sighs slightly before straightening out.

"I hope you fully recover from your injuries L/N." He says in a strange tone, turning to leave.

"They were just scrapes." You reply, waving a hand as if to brush off.

He pauses for a moment and turns back to you. Tilting his head he looks you over.

"Regardless, I dislike seeing you hurt..." He softly says, he then blinked a few times as if he just realized what he said and he got an embarrassed look on his face. " Well goodnight."

In that instance it was almost like cupid shot an arrow straight at your mind, not your heart. Mainly because your heart was already certain about what it felt, your mind on the other hand was causing all the trouble. A warm feeling rushed over you and softly both in unison your heart and your mind began to sing.

It was then that you realized, at least for now, there wasn't really anyone else you could find yourself loving. Or at least feel the same way you do about him.

Damn it.

Sighing in defeat you watched him walk across the bat cave and slowly up the stairs. Shaking your head you watch him go and find yourself muttering under your breath.

"Looks like I'm saving all my love for you."

Fuck.

#Damian Wayne #damian wayne x y/n #Damian wayne x reader #batboys #batfam #y/n #reader #fluff #Jason Todd #Tim Drake #alfred pennyworth #dick grayson #duke thomas #one-shot #cassandra cain #steph brown #stephanie brown #Robin #Nightwing #Red Hood #Signal #angst

[rachaelswrites]

Not Them

Jennifer Jareau x Daughter!reader

Word Count: 2,046

Requested By: Anonymous

if you’re okay with writing angst i was thinking that maybe jareau!reader gets into an argument with her parents and later her, henry and michael all get kidnapped and the reader takes all of the torture to protect her brothers. they find them but the reader is dying and they don’t know if she is gonna make it. you can end it however you want! love your writing! :)

A/N: Takes place around season 14/15 so reader is about 16/17

Warnings: Kidnappings, mentions of torture/injuries (nothing graphic), and hospitals

It wasn’t often that you disagreed with your parents. Your whole family got along and fights were rare in the Jareau-LaMontange household, but tonight was different. Luckily, Henry and Michael were already asleep when you decided to piss your mom off. It was no one’s fault really. What started as a small argument changed directions drastically. All it took was a particular word for you to mumble under your breath for your mom to snap. 

JJ had been having a rough week at work and all she wanted was to go into the weekend without worrying about work and just spend time with her husband and kids. Even if you said the rudest thing, she would never raise her voice, only using the voice she used on unsubs. It was scarier than her yelling but tonight, she couldn’t handle it. 

“Y/n I don’t understand why you’re being like this! What happened to the girl I raised.”

“I’m still here mom!,” you yelled back, “You just haven’t realized because you always have your face shoved in a work file or spending time with the boys!”

“I do make time for you,” JJ said, a little calmer than before, “We went out to dinner last weekend. Just you and me. Was that not enough?”

“Really? You think three hours of your time makes up for all the days I spent worrying about you getting home? All the holidays you missed? All the milestones? I thought you were smarter than that. Profilers are supposed to be smart,” the insult was childish, but it did the trick. 

JJ stood up from the bed and looked you dead in the eyes, “Y/n. I have done so much more than you think I have. Whether you know it or not I have had to sacrifice things for this family. My job saves people and sometimes I have to leave. But you have no right to say something like this.”

You stared back at her, not giving up, “I have every right to be mad at you and your stupid job. You don’t get to control my feelings like that.” 

“I’m your mom. I know what’s best for you and this anger isn’t it,” JJ argued back. 

“How dare you pull that on me,” you didn’t want to hear anymore so you turned and walked towards the door. 

“You know, I wish you weren’t acting this way. I enjoyed the old Y/n better,” she said, just loud enough for you to hear. 

“Well,” you turned back to face her, “I’ll just go back to being the helpless little seven year old who couldn’t speak for herself,” you spun back around and pushed past Will, who had come upstairs at hearing things escalate. JJ and Will heard your door slam shut before either of them spoke. 

“I was too harsh on her wasn’t I? God I feel awful now,” JJ ran her hand through her hair and sat on the edge of the bed, “I should apologize.”

“Give her time first. She needs to cool down as well,” Will said, “You two can apologize to each other in the morning.” 

Morning came earlier than anyone in the house wanted. At five, both Will and JJ had gotten called into work on the same case, which meant it was bad. 

“I can’t go and tell her and we can’t just leave a note,” JJ said, “If I wake her up this early, she’ll either ignore me or punch me,” she took a sip of her coffee before grabbing her jacket. 

“I’ll go do it,” Will went back upstairs and into your room, “Y/n?” he waited for your response. 

You rolled over and faced the door, “What?” you said harshly. 

“I’m letting you know me and your mom have to go in.”

“Of course. Duty calls I guess,” you rolled back over and closed your eyes.

“You know JJ is sorry right?”

“I really don’t care. You can go now, I know your jobs are important. Go,” you said angrily. 

“Y/n,” he realized he wouldn’t get anywhere with you at this moment, “Goodbye. We’ll keep you updated,” he closed the door and went back downstairs, getting his things and heading out the door. 

Even though it was a Saturday, you still woke up early. The boys always slept in on the weekends so you had the house to yourself for a few more hours. Once Henry and Michael woke up, you made sure they ate and were distracted for a while. Eventually, Michael was getting tired of being inside and wanted to go to the park. One of JJ and Will’s rules was that if they were both gone, you weren’t allowed to leave the house with both boys. You always thought this rule was stupid but you still never broke it, until today. You were mad at both of them and figured you were in enough trouble already. 

You couldn’t leave Henry at home by himself so he went along. At the park, you watched both your brothers make friends with the other kids and chase each other around. You noticed a man watching them closer than the other kids and he kept glancing at you. You kept a closer eye on them until the man disappeared from your vision, You hoped he left but you felt his presence behind you. 

“You’re a bit young to be their mom. Don’t you think?” he asked. He was standing directly behind you where you were sitting on a bench. You ignored him and kept your focus on Henry and Michael. The man laughed quietly to himself, “I know you Y/n. I know your mom, your dad and your brothers,” the man pulled out a knife and held the blade to your back, “Call them over and no one gets hurt.”

You knew you shouldn’t have complied but you were scared. Not scared for you, but for the boys. You called them over and the man forced all of you into the back of his car. He blindfolded all three of you before driving off. 

You tried to remember how long the drive was and what turns he took but it was more difficult than it seemed. You were never good at remembering things, especially in times of stress. The man led all of you into a building and took his time tying you and your brothers into chairs. He removed the blindfolds and tossed them aside, pulling out another knife, much larger and sharper than the one before.

~~~~~

JJ had kept checking her phone, hoping to see a text or call from you. Spencer could tell something was going on with her. 

“Is everything okay?” he asked, sitting in the chair next to her.

“Yeah it’s just, me and Y/n got in a huge fight last night and I haven’t heard from her since. I know she’s mad but I just want to hear from her.”

“Have you called her? Maybe she’ll answer,” he suggested. 

“Will called her an hour ago and she didn’t pick up,” she responded, “I’m sure she’ll call when she’s ready.”

~~~~~

“Please don’t hurt them. They’re too young, just hurt me,” you were trying to plead with this creep. His knife was placed too close to Henry for your liking,”I know people like you. You don’t care who you torture, just the why. Take me and leave them alone. Please. 

The man seemed to think about your offer before untying you and pulling you to your feet, “I’ll spare them, only because you asked nicely.”

Hours later, you looked like a different person. You were covered in dark bruises and fresh cuts, deep and shallow, littered your body. The pain was unbearable but you couldn’t imagine the damage that would’ve been done to your brothers. Your main goal was to protect them at all costs, since you broke a rule and now you were all here. Maybe if you stayed at home, nothing bad would’ve happened. 

“I have to say, you lasted longer than I thought,” he pushed you to the floor and you gathered all your remaining strength to pull yourself to the chair you sat in earlier. 

“Are you okay?” Henry asked. You looked over and nodded, wincing quietly at the pain. You glanced over at Michael, who hadn’t said a word, but who had been crying silently since the man dragged you from the room. 

The man cleared his throat and you looked his way. He slid a cell phone on the floor to your feet, “Call your parents. Maybe they’ll get here in time to save you,” the man turned and left the building, seemingly leaving the crime scene. 

You picked up the phone and dialed JJ’s number. 

~~~~~

Finally, the sound of JJ’s phone ringing echoed through the room. She quickly pulled it out but saw it was a random number. She declined the call, wanting to keep the line clear in case you called. The number called again, so she answered, “Hello?”

“Mom? P-please hurry,” your voice was almost a whisper. 

“Y/n? What’s wrong? Are you okay? Tell me what’s happening,” no one on the team had heard JJ’s voice this worried before. 

“Please hurry. I-I don’t know how much time I have left.”

“Stay on the phone for me, Bug. Please,” JJ didn’t even have to tell anyone before they were working on a trace, “I need you to stay on the line so we can find you. Can you do that?”

“No,” you said, terror was laced in your voice. You could feel the life slowly slipping as it was getting harder to breath, “It hurts Mommy. I’m tired.” 

“I know it hurts and I know you’re tired but you have to stay awake. I’m coming to get you. You’ll be okay,” JJ’s voice was cracking with every word. She couldn't bear the thought that she had to listen to her child dying slowly over the phone, “Are the boys with you?” she didn’t hear an answer and the line was too quiet, “Y/n? Y/n answer me? Y/n!”

~~~~~

Once the team traced your call, they wasted no time in getting there. Agents rushed in, followed by medics and JJ then Will. Both Henry and Michael were physically unharmed. JJ was more worried about you, your chest still rising and falling but just barely. She sat on the floor next to you, holding your hand and trying to talk to you. 

“Come on please. Please, please, please just wake up. Just open your eyes for me,” JJ squeezed your hand tightly, hoping to get you awake. You always hated it when someone squeezed your hand too tightly. It always elicited a response, but not this time. 

The medics were able to get you on a stretcher and into an ambulance. JJ went with you while Will took the boys in another car.

You were rushed into surgery as soon as you arrived at the hospital. Your cuts made you lose blood and the medics confirmed you had a serious head injury. All JJ could do was pace back and forth in the waiting room. She kept her space from everyone, needing time to process that the last time she saw her daughter, they were fighting. JJ couldn’t live with herself if that was the last thing that happened between you two. After hours that felt like days, you were out of the O.R. and in the ICU. The doctors didn’t know when, or if, you would wake up. 

Weeks had gone by since the last time you were awake. Weeks of days and nights spent cramped in the small hospital room and weeks of gifts given by various members of the team, until you finally opened your eyes. JJ had never left your side so when she felt a slight squeeze to her hand, and met with your open eyes, she nearly fainted in relief.

Even after you woke up, you had to spend almost another full month in the hospital. Most of that time was spent with your mom and you squeezed together in the twin sized hospital bed. Since she almost lost you once, she didn’t want to risk losing you again. 

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[kirislut]

loving your best friend

a/n: i wrote this as a spur of the moment, i’m very proud of it so i hope you like it too <3 thank u @sugas-sweetheart @ohno-grapes & @mattsvn for reading it over!! oh and special tag for @cellotonin :)

pairing: sero x gn!reader

word count: 860

warnings: none

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loving your best friend is the easiest thing in the world.

it’s having every moment you two spend together filled with laughter. mostly yours since he always appeals to your sense of humor.

you nearly fell out of your desk from how hard you were trying to keep in your laughter. all the while denki just stared at you dumbfounded. the night prior, you and sero had drawn all over the blond's face, leaving him to look utterly ridiculous and a bit inappropriate. the best part was, denki didn’t even notice, and had just arrived for class. it only took a glance between you and sero to finally let all the laughter loose. the two of you got detention because of it, but it was all worth it.

it means having each other’s backs no matter what, even if it’s for something very, very stupid.

sero groaned, clearly miserable just as you were. it was three in the morning and for some reason the both of you decided to start studying for finals right then and there when the tests were just in a couple of hours. “why did we think we could get by without studying,” you whined, slumping over your notes and trying to take a moment to rest. “i should seriously stop listening to you- ow!” sero faked a pout as he rubbed the shoulder you punched. you both decided to call it there for the night, luckily passing your exams the next day.

it’s never remembering to take photos whenever you go out because you’re having too much fun to remember

“how long have we been friends now?” you asked, scrolling on your phone as sero chipped away at homework. “since we began here, so three years now,” you nodded slowly at the answer, getting up slightly to then just flop down beside sero. “then how come we have like less than 15 photos together?” sero looked at you suspiciously, not believing that for one second. for the rest of the afternoon you both combed through your photos to count up how many pictures you had together. in the end, it counted up to 18 photos together.

it’s being there for each other when one of you has had a completely awful day.

a shuttered breath escaped sero as you wrapped your arms around him, giving him the best hug you could muster at that moment. no words were said between either of you as you comforted him on his loss during your final sports festival. you knew just how much rode on this competition and how important it was for sero’s future. even though he could feel so many emotions ready to bubble over, just about ready to explode, somehow you could always steady those feelings and cheer him up, “thank you (y/n).”

and it’s supporting him on a decision that he loves, even though you completely despise it.

“you’re not going to the same agency with me?” your face dropped as sero broke the news to you. he had gotten recruited to this amazing agency right after graduation, the only problem was that it was the complete opposite direction from where you two planned to go together. sero frowned at how sad you looked, he didn’t want to but he knew it would be the best for his future as a pro hero. “i know it’s going to be hard, but i promise we will still talk all the time,” you looked at the ground, sad to hear the news but you knew you couldn’t stop him. “you better keep that promise,” sero grinned and pulled you into a big hug, he was so glad that you understood, he didn’t know what he would do without you.

but there’s one thing they never seem to tell you about loving your best friend.

“(y/n) i have something very important to tell you”

that one day something could happen, something that can change everything.

“you’re literally the best y/n what would i do without you. make sure to be there early, we start at 6:00 pm.”

that the simple feeling of loving your best friend,

you nervously fidgeted with your clothing as idle chatter flitted around you, then all of a sudden you were up on your feet as it began.

can easily change to falling in love with your best friend.

tears slipped down your cheeks as you watched him recite this declaration he had been practicing for weeks, and even though he stammered a few times, sero still nailed it as always.

and if you realize this too late, you could lose the person you were made for.

cheers sounded throughout the church as the newlywed couple dashed down the aisle. you were certain you’ve never seen such a large smile etched into sero’s face. you could tell just how happy he was with his new partner, but deep down you wished it was you he could be so very happy with

loving your best friend is the easiest thing in the world, but letting him marry the person he loves was the hardest thing you ever had to do.

#sero hanta #hanta sero #sero x reader #sero hanta x reader #sero oneshot #sero imagine #sero hanta imagine #sero drabble #sero x y/n #sero hanta x y/n #sero x you #sero hanta x you #bnha sero #bnha sero hanta #mha sero #mha sero hanta #sero angst #sero hanta angst #bnha imagines #mha imagines #bnha x reader #mha x reader

[lifewithdavefarts]

DaveFarts - Episode 9 “Trapped In The Closet” [Episode List] Following the most blatant sit-com tropes you can think of, Dave decides to spy on his girlfriend, Dana, because he thinks she’s hiding something. Tim reluctantly decides to join his friend, but the two end up stuck in the girl’s closet, which will eventually turn into a gas chamber.

Trapped In The Closet

“Yeah Dana. Sure. No problem.”

Tim was working on some college tasks, but couldn’t help but to eavesdrop Dave’s conversation with his girlfriend, Dana, on the phone. He could only hear his friend’s replies, which being only the 50% of what they were talking about, it didn’t make a lot of sense. Not that he was interested: Dave was simply hanging out in his room because he had nothing better to do during that warm Summer evening, apparently, and so he simply showed up to Tim’s place with a couple of beers and a remarkable amount of procrastination powers.

Despite being relatively hot outside, Dave was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of long, grey levi jeans, kinda loose as usual. Something that Tim hated about his kink is how quickly he checked his friend’s outfit, something that he always did since Dave is now basically his “fart bud”, against all odds.

“Yeah… yeah… I love you. No… I love you more!”

Kinda funny how Dave, 24, would revert back to an awkward teenager at times whenever he and his girlfriend were on the phone. They probably even acted like that on purpose, because love is doing stupid things together after all.

“Tim. Car. Now!”

Dave hung up and turned weirdly serious, got up and walked downstairs, saying something about getting in the car.

“Wait, what?” Tim asked, questioning whether his friend was being serious or not, but he did follow him to wherever he was going.

“We don’t have much time, Tim. Dana will come back soon. She’s out with her own friends and we have… like… 15 minutes.”

The two walked outside and headed towards the girls’ house, actually only a few blocks away from Tim’s. Tim himself reluctantly followed his bro into this, knowing that, at best, it may turn into a funny mishap to tell to their other pals while being drunk and laugh about it.

“I’ll just pretend your words make any sense, like I usually do…” Tim chuckled, sarcastically, but still following his friend.

“I think she’s hiding something.” Dave explained, walking at a fast pace, Tim right behind him. “She’s been strangely elusive lately and I want to check her room for clues.”

Tim just chuckled in response. “Dave, you do realize that this is not a 90s sit-com, right? Her room? Really? What are you hoping to find out, exactly, anyway? That she’s having some kind of affair behind your back?” he asked, trying to reason with him.

“An affair? You think I’m that kind of guy?” Dave answered, looking surprisingly offended by Tim’s question.   “I just want to make sure she’s fine. She seemed worried about something and she’s like this organized haf-woman/half-machine hybrid who keeps sticky notes in her room to keep an eye on her busy life.”

“Oh…” Tim replied, rather sarcastically.   “Now that makes a lot of sense.”

“Leave your sassiness for later, dork. Can we take your car?” Dave asked.

“Why? We’re already right in front of her house…”

Dave realized that he was so worried that they did, in fact, walked for a couple of blocks and found themselves stepping in Dana’s backyard without even noticing. He just laughed a bit about it.

“Sorry. Love makes me blind.” he joked, knowing that it was a rather silly thing to say anyway.

“Not the words I would have used, but ok.” Tim answered.

“Come on, let’s get inside.” his bro said, with a smirk.  

“Alright… but please, let’s keep a low profile and no awkwa-”

But as they approached to the girl’s house, Dave awkwardly started muttering some kind of theme song that was oddly reminiscent of the Mission Impossibile’s most iconic soundtrack. This guy has a girlfriend, everyone.

“So much for keeping a low profile, Ethan Hunt…” Tim joked.

Dana’s room, following the usual   “average american house tropes” that the writer of this story grew up with in the 90s, was on the second floor. Luckily, the house was empty, so both Tim and Dave could easily climb it without fearing of someone noticing their totally legal actions.

“Look at Tim, such a rebel! Such a fast climber!” Dave whispered, noticing how good Tim was at climbing the girl’s house.

“Thanks. I learned it when I visited your mom.” he joked.

“I thought you’d prefer my dad, you know.” Dave played along, with a rather noticeable reference to Tim’s homosexuality.

“Just… just let’s get done with this.”  

After some awkward climbing, the two found themselves in front of a window leading to Dana’s room. The duo was sitting on a small portion of slanted roof, wondering how to get inside.

“Alright. I could just punch through the window and open it. But you know I don’t like violence against windows.” Dave said, somewhat joking, but really trying to come up with a way to get through this final obstacle.

“Never mind, it’s open.” Tim said, as his hand passed right through the window.   “Or, you know, I got ghost powers all of the sudden, but I doubt it.”

“You’re so funny I forgot to laugh.” Dave commented, as he got inside his girlfriend’s room, making sure no one was there, immediately followed by his sassy friend.

The room was fairly big and messy, books and magazines scattered all around the floor and the bed. Dana was a busy woman: she got a degree in economics but, given the tough times, she had troubles finding a decent job lately. Dave actually suspected that this was the reason she was being nervous about, well, everything, understandably.

“Why don’t you just ask her instead of acting like the perfect boyfriend material that you are?” Tim stated, in his usual snarky tone, noticing Dave basically rummaging through Dana’s more personal stuff.

“Just… let me do my thing ok?” he was serious again, trying to find something that could be clue, deep down knowing that all of that was quite non-sense and even ridiculous, but his stubbornness was showing.   “Wait…”

Something drew his attention. A red (therefore important, according to Dana’s code) sticky note on the nightstand. Something was written on it.

“Oh… I guess I was right…” Dave whispered, eyes glued on the note.

“Something about her job?”  

But Tim didn’t get an answer, as they heard someone coming from downstairs. They probably were so focused on their mission that didn’t even notice how someone got inside the house minutes after them. They went silent and tried to listen to the person’s footsteps.

“Yeah. I’ll keep you posted.”

They heard a muffled female voice getting closer, probably talking on her phone. A voice that was very familiar.

“Fuck! It’s Dana!” Dave whispered.

The two looked around, looking for a quick solution or a place to hide, blatantly ignoring the window they used to get inside in the first place.

“The closet!” Dave said.

Without even questioning whether this was a good idea or not, the duo sneaked inside Dana’s closet and closed themselves inside just as the girl came into her room, still talking on the phone about something.

Tim and Dave managed to mess things up however, as they ended up in a very small section of that apparently big, spacious closet, so they had to arrange themselves in a weird position. Dave was standing up, towering over Tim, who found himself sitting on the floor instead, right behind his friend… with his face perfectly aligned with his loose jeans butt. As his eyes got adjusted to the dark, Tim started to distinguish the seams and texture’s on Dave’s jeans ass, and the tiny red Levi tag on the right back pocket. He couldn’t help but take a look, which he felt really unnecessary, given the context.

“So… this is where you lived for most of your life…” Dave joked, looking around, as if the closet was some kind of fancy mansion.

“Haha! Another gay joke! Great timing, Dave!” Tim muttered instead. The last thing they had to do was talk.

The two waited for a couple of minutes, hoping that Dana would just leave again or even just go downstairs, so they’d have enough time to get out of there in the hopes that Dave didn’t leave any clue of his presence.

“As long a we remain silent…” Tim whispered.   “We have nothing to worry about.”

Only moments after saying that, he felt a very familiar sound greeting his face. It was a long, rumbling sound coming from Dave’s denim ass. It was one of his usual, well-known loud farts, a fart that he was desperately trying to keep as silent as possible. Luckily, Dana was too busy with her phone to even notice the weird noise coming from inside of her closet.

“Dave! What the fuck?!” Tim hissed.

The gassy friend tried not to laugh, realizing how idiotic the whole situation was.   “I’m sorry dude.” he murmured.   “You know what happens when I’m nervous!”  

The smell was unbearable already. Being in a such small space didn’t certainly help. Those were probably some of the smelliest farts Dave ever managed to rip in Tim’s face, although this time was, against all odds, more like an accident.

“Tim…” Dave whispered, carefully placing his butt closer to his friend’s face.

Another fart erupted, sounding dangerously louder than the previous one. The rough surface of Dave’s denim gently caressed Tim’s nose. The blast of gas then turned into something much more subtle, but still otherwise bubbly. Tim felt his nose burn, as really he had no choice but to breath all of that in.

“Dave I swear. If you don’t stop, Dana’s gonna–”

But another   “slow-paced” rumbly fart cut him off. Dave was seriously trying to contain his well-known farting abilities. Tim, instead, was trying to remain calm, feeling like the Universe was somehow messing with him. That was an insane situation: he certainly wasn’t new to Dave’s farts, but in that context, it felt almost like one of his weird dreams about his fart fetish.

“Tim I’m sorry, at least I know you don’t mind… I hope”

Funnily enough, despite the slightly amused tone in his whispering voice, Dave sounded genuinely sorry. Yet he was right: Tim was insanely enjoying it, but knowing that Dana was out there made the whole thing almost surreal. And, once again, as much as Dave always proved so chill about this stuff, he couldn’t help but feel somehow awkward about having his friend face-farting him so non-chalantly.

And yet another   “ninja” fart was ripped all over his face.   Being nervous really turned Dave’s stomach into a messy cloud of gas, and Tim’s nose was there to vacuum it all up, completely defenseless, standing before the sheer power of the gassy friend’s powerful denim-covered anus.

Even though the situation was absurd, Dave couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. After all, the smell hit him too, and it was getting insane even for the farter himself, whose gas just didn’t stop building up.

“Sorry bro… I have to do this.” he whispered.

Tim felt Dave’s hands gently grabbing the back of his head, holding it still, as he pulled him in the clutches of his denim butt. The warm fabric of the jeans was soaking in that unbearable smell. The sniffer then felt the weight of his gassy friend almost crushing his skull. Despite being dark, Tim realized that Dave was basically sitting on him, using his head as some kind of human stool.

The fart was directly ripped in Tim’s mouth at that point, that rumbly sound once again renewing the already destructive stench. It was supposed to be loud, so loud, that Dave had to basically use his friend’s face to deadpan its impressive thunderous noise. The gassy bro was trying to rip it in the form of a long series, hoping that Dana would fail to hear (or even recognize) his well-known gross, but rather impressive talent.

Tim heard his friend’s sighs of relief after each, rumbling fart, but Dave was also trying not to burst into a laughter that could blow their cover. Fart fetish or not, he couldn’t help but to find it more hilarious than gross.

As much as the lack of space in that closet wouldn’t really allow it, Dave even lifted his right leg a bit, while still   “sitting” on his stool-friend, as a way to facilitate the impressive amount of gas gushing out from his anus. It’s not like he had to worry about Tim passing out or finding it too gross, anyway.

That fart itself was lasting longer than both of them anticipated. They lost count of how much time passed, probably a full minute. Tim’s face was warm and sweaty now, still trapped in the clutches of his gassy bro’s denim butt, directly living in person that thin line between Fart Heaven and Fart Hell.

A final sigh of relief, followed by a louder toot and a chuckle.   “Sorry, bud.” Dave muttered, hoping that his plan worked.

Indeed, Dana didn’t hear a thing. She hung up and left the room, her footsteps slowly turning into a far, muffled sound, until silence announced that the duo was now free to get the heck out of there, especially considering how they were almost both choking on farts.

Tim forgot what fresh, non-fart air felt like in his nostrils and so took a deep, refreshing breath the moment he stepped out of that gas closet. Ironically, Dave did the same, maybe even wondering how would Tim even endure something as overwhelming as his farts, but he didn’t really mind anyway. Despite everything, that was oddly hilarious, as the two stared at each other and then bursted into a laughter.

“Now let’s get out of here…” the farter suggested.

But before the two could even walk towards the window, Dana showed up again in her own room. She didn’t even startle.

“What are you two doing here?” she asked, sounding more like an inquisitive mom than an angry girlfriend. She was fairly mature, after all. “I don’t know what you Dumb and Dumber are up to, but I swear if you–”

“I heard the news, Dana. We were just outside your window…” Dave explained, slightly tweaking the truth. “We wanted to play a stupid scary prank but then I heard it, while you were on the phone you know…”

Dana shook her head and laughed a bit. She hugged her boyfriend and kissed him.

“Yes! I got the job!” she giggled. “Sorry I’ve been so cold lately. The job interview made me so nervous…”

“It’s fine, Dana. You’ve always been stone-cold anyway!” Dave joked, earning a playful slap on his chest by his girlfriend.

“Yes, that’s a very import–wait what’s that smell?” the girl asked, sniffling loudly the air around him.

Tim’s heart almost stopped while Dave did his best to not just laugh like an immature prankster. His hair, clothes, skin, were completely “soaked” in his gassy bro’s gas, so naturally he’d himself smell like flatulence.

“Never mind. It must be you, Dave. He farts like crazy when he’s nervous, Tim, I swear.” she said, disgusted but slightly amused as well.

“Ow… it’s part of my charm, babe.” Dave replied, using what he would have considered an irresistible flirty tone of voice, which was super awkward instead.

“And yeah. Tim’s very aware of my skills, right?” he joked, winking at him, like the big teasing bastard he’s always been since he found out about his fart kink.

Tim just shrugged, faking a disgusted look, his heart racing fast, knowing that all he had to do after that was take the biggest shower in the hope that such unbearable stench didn’t fuse with the atoms in his body.

“Well, it’s gonna be a wild ride!” Dana exulted, happy about her new job offer.

“How about a round of beers to celebrate?” Tim suggested. “It’s on me, no worries.”

“Great idea, but I’m paying. I got the job, you dumb-dumbs get to drink!” Dana replied. She was in a very good mood.

“It’s fine, Dana! It’s the least we can do after-“ but Dave interrupted him.

“Come on Tim, stop living in outdated gender roles and let the pretty girl buy you a drink.” he said, faking a serious tone.

The girlfriend simply rolled her eyes and left the room “Just… meet me downstairs when you’re done saving the world, ok?”

As Dana was nowhere in sight, Dave simply turned to Tim and let another huge, long one rip.

“Shhh. Just tying up some loose ends here.” he said, shushing the gay friend, blasting what was left of his gas out.

“Are you finish-“ “Not yet” he simply said, as if he was making sure no particle of gas was left behind.

With one high pitched final note that was met with some immature laughter, Dave sighed in relief.

“With that said” he chuckled “You might want to take a shower.”

Tim simply nodded with an unamused expression.

“Oh, and you might want to leave the other closet you’ve been hiding.”

That was out of nowhere.

“No pressure bro, just know that we’re all always more than happy to have a beer with you.”

“Thanks Da-“

“Despite your bigoted views on gender roles of course.”

“I’m going to punch you now.”

The duo then headed downstairs and no one got punched luckily.

Tim thought about his friend’s words and how it was probably time to leave that metaphorical stuffy closet soon or later, not that he felt forced or anything.

Dana’s closet, however, that’s probably the only one he enjoyed being trapped into…

End of Episode 9

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