#i passed the fuck out soon as i got home yesterday i could not feel my brain XD LOL

[lovelettersfromluna]

⋆ ★ Once again, for the first time ⋆ ★

{Ellie Williams x Reader}

Summary: Being in love with your best friend has got to be one of the most emotionally exhausting things someone can experience, so it’s time you put your foot down and moved on….at least, try to move on

an: God it almost feels wrong to just come back after so long without a continuing chapter to what I’ve been working on, pls don’t be mad at me 😵‍💫. I’ve been really busy you guys! I just got home yesterday and while I know you’ve all be asking for other things, I just haven’t been feeling super inspired to continue them RIGHT NOW, and I feel that’s why I’ve been MIA for so long. While I say I’m not inspired to continue them right now, that doesn’t mean I’m abandoning them! I will be coming back to them don’t worry! For now, I hope this little angsty fic is enough for you all, and I hope you’ve stuck around to read it, and if you haven’t, that’s okay too. Anyways, I’ve missed you all so much, and I hope you like this one 🖤🖤🖤.

Warnings: ANGST!!! Eventual smut in future chapters, Ellie is an oblivious idiot, Quiet!reader, momentary alternative love interest (it’s just for the story I promise 😉), jealous!Ellie, possessive!Ellie, Please let me know if I missed anything!

Part 2 can be read, here!

The warm glow of your tv screen became blurry with each passing second. You could barely make out the erratic movements of the video game characters beating each other to a pulp as Ellie’s fingers tapped away at the buttons on the game controller, soft huffs leaving here lips ever so often. “Fucking dick..” She mumbled under her breath, eyebrows knit in deep concentration, eyes almost growing watery from her lack of blinking.

You on the other hand, you were nearly fast asleep. Cuddled into your sofa, resting your head against a pillow that was propped up against the arm of the couch, a plush blanket draped over your body as you watched your best friend control a scantily clad character to violently fight the opposite person.

This was tradition for you and Ellie. She’d come over, you would force her to study with you because she was often too stubborn to do it without you, you’d order shitty take out, watch her play video games, and then you’d fall asleep. It always ended with her dragging you to your bedroom, staying with you for a bit before she left, and then in the morning, she’d be waiting for you outside your apartment to go to school together.

And that was life, life with your best friend that is. It had been that way since you were practically babies, your routines changing and adapting to whatever phase of life you were both in within that moment, but it was always more or less the same. And you couldn’t complain, you wouldn’t change it for the world.

Not even if you were given the chance to have her as something more.

Ellie had always been a charmer, and unfortunately, the extent of her charming demeanor had made its way to you. It was something you noticed early on, as soon as you were able to decipher feelings of love, you were able to link those with Ellie. When people would explain love to you, or you’d see it in others, you thought of Ellie. You realized quickly after that though, that Ellie was your best friend, and feelings would greatly complicate the long history that you two had together.

And so, you swallowed them down.

It wasn’t like it was painful or anything. Sure, seeing Ellie with other girls wasn’t great, but you coped. Life went on, and you promised yourself you’d never let your feelings get in the way of Ellie’s life, your life, or your friendship.

“Man…I’d let Mileena rip my head off any day…” Ellie sighed out, the girl never a stranger to gawking at the make believe video game characters in her favorite games. You let out a sleepy hum, giving her a nod as you cuddled further into the couch, not fully able to comprehend your friends words due to your sleepy state.

The sounds you made caught Ellie’s attention, causing her to sit forward a bit so she could catch a glimpse of your nearly sleeping face. She chuckled softly, shaking her head a bit as she reached forward for the controller, turning off the console followed by the tv before she stood up, taking your hand in hers and pulling you slightly.

“You have the energy of a seventy year old woman…come on, let’s get you to bed grandma” she teased, and it only causes you to whine softly. The couch is so comfortable, and you’re more than happy with sleeping there for the night just so you didn’t have to move and lose the blissful drowsy feeling that came with the sounds of Ellie playing Mortal Kombat lulling you to sleep.

“I’m fine here…” You tried, knowing that she wouldn’t settle for you sleeping there on the couch all night. And she didn’t need to be told twice, she let out a soft hum, one that almost sounded like she’d leave you there, but suddenly you’re being lifted off of the couch, into Ellie’s strong chest, even stronger arms wrapping around your body, which once again caused you to whine.

No matter how tired you were, how close to sleep, you can’t ignore the burning fire in your chest when she holds you like this. Even though being Ellie’s friend was the furthest thing from painful, it was times like this that it got a little too hard. Ellie was always a very affectionate person, especially with people she was close to, and you happened to be at the top on that list.

So, when she’d do things like this, pull you up into her arms and carry you to bed, or slip her arms around your waist and spoon you from behind when you were watching movies together, or when she’d pull you close to her when you were in a crowded room, it was easy to imagine how things would be if it were different, if you were able to have her in the way you wanted.

Only for a moment though.

Ellie hummed softly as she gently rested you on your bed, making sure to pull your socks off because she knew you’d kick them off in your sleep anyways, and pull the blanket, not the duvet, over your body because it was how you preferred to sleep. She knew exactly what to do with you, and it always made your heart tug.

She smiled softly down at you, watching as your heavy eyes grew even heavier once your head hit your soft pillows. She gave your elbow a gentle nudge before she turned off the lights in your room, closed the door, and left your apartment.

And even though you were already falling asleep, you couldn’t ignore the urge you had to ask her to stay. The urge you always had to ask her to stay with you.

You let out a soft yawn, rubbing your eyes a bit before you began writing down in your notebook again. Your headphones played soft music into your ears, the blessing of a noise cancelling headset always making it easy to study in your college library, for a moment, pretending as if you were the only one there.

Until Ellie showed up.

She gently pulled one side of your headset up, her lips close to your ear as she approached you. “Hey stranger” she giggled softly, causing you to whine as you pulled the headset down to rest against your neck. You gave your friend a soft smile as you set your pen down, watching as she promptly took the seat next to you and tossed her bag onto the table.

“Hey yourself…came all the way to the library to see me?” You teased her, propping your elbows onto the table and resting your head against your hands as you watched her slump down into her chair, oversized hoodie hanging on her broad shoulders, light washed denim jeans hanging loose on her hips, short hair lazily tugged up into her signature half up half down ponytail, pretty strands falling down and framing her face perfectly.

God she was a fucking dream.

Ellie groaned softly, her head falling back as she blew air past her lips, staring up at the ceiling of the library. “I have time between classes…so I came to bother my favorite little scholar” She hummed out, giving you a lazy grin as she turned her head back towards you, causing you to roll your eyes at her words.

“You know, you could use this time to study” you try, narrowing your eyes at her playfully, which causes her to roll her eyes right back at you. “Ahhh, please. You’re probably the only one here that actually does that shit” she hummed out, which causes you to shrug, closing your books and stacking them upon one another. “True, but I have the grades to show for it” you nod to herself before you push your things to the side, turning back to your friend and giving her your attention.

“So? What’s happening. You look like you’re just itching to tell me something” you smirked softly, knowing your friend all too well. Whenever became fidgety, or absolutely needed to find you, there was something on her mind.

Ellie smirked softly, staring down at her ring clad fingers before she let out a soft hum, purposefully keeping you waiting with anticipation before she began speaking.

“Do you think Sofia is into girls?”

For a moment, the twinkle in your eye, and the soft smile on your lips as you watch your best friend drops completely. You’re glad she isn’t looking, because you’re sure anyone would be able to see the visible disappointment written on your face as soon as she says it. You only let it fall for a moment though, because you’re immediately collecting yourself, picking yourself up off the ground and giving your friend a soft, reassuring nod.

“Has being straight ever stopped a girl from being into you Ellie?” You tease her, recalling the frequent times girls claimed they were straight, yet somehow always ended up chasing after Ellie after they’ve had one too many drinks.

Ellie groans softly, shaking her head as she sits forward a bit. “No man…I don’t wanna just hook up with her..or..or be her fantasy or something. I wanna…ask her out or something” she mumbled out, cheeks burning red as she toyed with the shiny rings on her fingers. You blink a few times, trying to find the right words to encourage your friend to do it, to pursue whoever it was that she wanted.

No matter how much the words tasted bitter on your tongue.

“Well…ask her, or you can ask around? A close friend of hers would definitely know if she was interested in girls or not” you tried again, watching as your friend frowned in concentration, eyebrows furrowed, green eyes narrowed.

Whoever this girl was, Ellie was doing her head in over her….

It almost bothered you that this was your first time hearing about her.

“You think? I’ve just…I’ve had my eye on her for a while and I think I’m ready to finally make a move, you know?” She sighed out, and you nod slowly, giving her a soft smile paired with a reassuring nod.

“Then go for it, Els. The worst she can say is no, and even then, there are plenty of other fish in the sea” you assure her. Because it’s true, Ellie never stayed single for long. There were always girls interested in her, or her them, and it wasn’t long until she was introducing you to a new, pretty girl that she’d have on her arm for the next however many months.

She smiled softly as she nodded, your words clearly getting through to her, as they always did. She gives a determined nod, moving to stand up from the chair she was sat at. “You’re damn right there is…hey, I’m gonna try to find someone to talk to, but I’ll catch you later, yeah?” She nods, slinging her bag over one of her shoulders, already walking away from the table as her eyes never left yours.

You give her a soft nod, eyes lingering on her form as you let out a low hum. “Always” you confirm, knowing that it was true. You’d always be there when Ellie needed you.

She beamed back at you, giving you a nod. You could practically see the excitement shining off of her body, seeping through her pores. “And I’ll catch you this weekend! Your place!” She shouted, causing your eyes to widen at her volume, the other students instantly shushing her. You give her a quick nod, your hands fanning away as you shoo her out of the library, a soft giggle leaving your lips.

You ignore the little cracks in your heart, because the smile on her face makes up for it. You know it’ll pass, you know this is merely a phase of your life that you’ll look back on and laugh at once you’ve found the person that was right for you, one that filled up the little holes that Ellie left in your heart.

And oh how you couldn’t wait for that day to come.

You don’t see Ellie that following weekend.

In fact, the last time you actually saw her was that day in the library, with the few times you saw her in and out of classes that the two of you shared.

Ellie ended up talking to Sofia that same day, and it turns out she was interested in girls. From the texts that she sent you that night, she was raving about the day that they had set up after hours of talking out in the courtyard. She tells you she’s sorry, that she can’t make it out to your place for your routine weekend together, and you tell her it’s fine, to have fun and tell you all about the date the next morning.

And suddenly, you can’t remember the last time you spent more than five minutes with your best friend.

You text here and there, and she catches you outside of class when you happen to make it there at the same time sometimes, but you don’t really have lunch together anymore like you always do, you don’t sit outside in the courtyard to kill time between classes together, she doesn’t visit you in the library, all of those things just suddenly stop.

And then she tells you, she’s dating Sofia.

She tells you they made it official after the first four dates, and at first you feel it’s a bit fast, but you realize they spend all of the time that you and Ellie used to spend together, with each other instead, and it suddenly makes sense. Ellie had a girlfriend now, and it was the explanation for the sudden lack of her presence, the absence of your best friend on weekends. While you stared at your tv screen alone, she was with Sofia.

And you were happy for her, of course you were happy, why wouldn’t you be? She was your best friend and she had gotten the girl she wanted for so long, just as you expected she would…

But the happiness you felt for her lived alongside the sadness that you felt. The two emotions becoming tenants in the home that was your heart, sitting across one another, glaring at each other as they battled for control of you, controlling how you dealt with the situation, how you coped with the sudden disappearance of your best friend.

So, you didn’t give either one control, you ignored them both after a while, and you simply carried on as if nothing had ever happened.

Ellie really was the only person you occupied any free time with, opting to be with her rather than anyone else, because it felt good. You liked it when it was just you and Ellie, it was easy, and it was easy to not overthink things and simply be, rather than worry about how you were behaving.

So without her, you simply did all the things you did with her, just on your own.

Ellie tried to make time for you, while juggling the escapades that come with the early stages of a relationship, you couldn’t take that away from her, but you saw how hard it was. You didn’t want her to feel bad, or feel like she was neglecting you, or her friendship, even if she sort of was. You convinced her it was fine, that she deserved to enjoy her new relationship, and that it needed more attention than your friendship ever would, not right now at least.

And Sofia was great. She was beautiful, and kind, and sweet, and after meeting her a few times, you considered her to be somewhat of a big sister figure. Seeing her made it clear to understand just why Ellie was so keen on taking her off the market as soon as she could.

But that seemed to make it even harder to deal with.

It was on days like this one where it hit you a bit harder, Ellie’s absence. You didn’t mind being alone, but walking to and from classes without her constant banter and jokes definitely wasn’t the best, and heading out to the cafes for lunch was far too quiet on your own, but, you prevailed.

You were making your way out of your third and last class for the day, a soft sigh leaving your lips as you adjusted your bag on your shoulder. The week was finally closing in, and you couldn’t be happier. You yearned for the warmth of your home, your cozy little bed, your favorite mug filled with your favorite hot chocolate, it called to you as you pushed past the large doors of your college building, making your way out to the brisk outdoors of your campus.

The sound of quickening footsteps behind you was almost drowned out as you took your headphones from behind your neck, and began setting them onto your head. A hand suddenly pulled them down, forcing them back around your neck, which caused your eyebrows to furrow as you turned around to see who in their right mind would try to fuck with a girl and her music.

You almost passed out when you were met face to face with your best friend.

Seeing her made you realize just how long it had been since you saw her. You tried convincing herself it had only been a few weeks, but you found it hard to remember the last time you were staring up into those big green eyes, and not imagining them instead.

Your frown was quickly replaced with a soft smile, adjusting your bag on your shoulder as you stared up at Ellie. “Ellie…god…I was ready to start throwing punches” you joked, pulling your headset from around your neck and pushing them down into your beg before you looked back up at her.

Ellie chuckled softly, watching as you went about putting your things away. Her smile was so bright, eyes twinkling, cheeks red, all signs that pointed towards the same thing.

Ellie Williams was properly smitten.

“I’ve been looking for you, dork…you’re always hiding these days” she groaned out, which caused you to hum softly, giving her a slight shrug. “Been busy studying Els…I’m sorry” you tried, giving her a half smile.

Knowing that your studying was not the cause of the divide in your friendship, and neither was it you hiding.

She pouted softly, stepping forward so that you two could walk together. “I miss you…” She hummed out, staring down at the Nikes on her feet, nearly swallowed up by her baggy jeans. Her words make your heart tug as you stare up towards the large trees, swaying with the autumn wind, sun peeking in between the thick foliage of the leaves.

“How are you And Sof? Things going well?” You questioned, opting to ignore the way you heart beat faster when she said she missed you. You were also genuinely curious, you wanted to hear more about Ellie’s relationship, you wanted her to confide in you and trust you as anyone else would trust their best friend with their relationship.

Ellie instantly smiled bashfully at the mention of the girl, a soft hum leaving her lips as she nodded. “Fuck…she’s amazing, man. She’s like a fucking dream, I swear, I’m honestly not sure what I’ve done to deserve her” she sighed out, voice sounding so dreamy and love sick, you can’t help but smile.

“You like her…don’t you? I mean…you’re my best friend, your approval is one that’s pretty fucking important to me” she chuckled out as she looked over at you, head dipping down a bit to try and her a glimpse of your down casted face, her hands shoved into her pocket.

Her words make you hum, and you’re giving her a soft smile as you look up at her. Her expression is written with one that is concerned, concerned that you approve of her relationship, that you think she’s making the right move with Sofia.

And you know in that moment, you have the power to break it all. You have the power to rip things to shreds, just by telling Ellie you think Sofia isn’t the right girl for her, because you know she’ll listen to you. You know she’ll take your feelings into consideration, because she trusts you.

“I think she’s perfect for you, Ellie” you breath out, giving her a reassuring smile.

Because just as much as you know you have the power to be horrible, and rip everything away from them both, Ellie doesn’t deserve that, and neither does Sofia. They don’t deserve to hurt for the sake of your feelings, at the expense of what you feel for Ellie.

And the smile you see your best friend shoot your way makes it all worth it, because it’s like she’s been waiting for those words to leave your lips to go all the way, to give herself to Sofia completely and give into her as she wanted to this entire time.

“Fuck…you don’t know how happy that makes me” she sighs out, looking up towards the sky and letting her eyes flutter shut as she takes a deep inhale, and you know she’s truly happy.

And that makes you happy.

“Hey, are you busy next weekend? There’s a party Sof and I are going to, you should come with us” she says as she looks down towards you. You know it’s a bad idea, because it means you’ll third wheel the entire night, tucked away in a corner to avoid watching them make out all night long until it’s time to go home, where you’ll be just as miserable there as you are in your house.

But you know Ellie won’t take no for an answer.

You let out a soft sigh before you give her a nod, paired with a half smile, and she’s already cheering loudly, causing people around you to stare, and you groan softly as you give her a gentle shove, urging her to stop.

“I’ll text you the details! Sof and I will pick you up” she confirmed, and you give her a soft giggle before you nod. “Get out of here…I’ll see you then” you promise, and she’s smiling brightly as she begins walking away.

And despite the fact that it’s the first time you’ve talked to her in far too long, and it was mainly about her girlfriend, you can’t ignore the way your heart ignites for that small interaction on its own, and the excitement you feel knowing you have plans with her in the near future.

It’ll be fine, you remind yourself. It always has been, and it always will be. And with that, you made your way home.

The following week, is when you met Alex.

You were making your way to your first class of the day, the early morning sun shining down on you, giving you only a bit of warmth from the brisk air that swirled around you and the other students scattered about within the large courtyard that served as a main point sprouting out to all other campus buildings.

Your eyes were trained on your feet, a habit you had that had caused you to run into many people, many times. It was an easy way for you to stay deep in thought, focusing on the way your shoes sounded hitting the pavement with each steps, watching as they crunched against leaves.

“Excuse me?” A soft voice broke you away from your locked gaze on your feet, your eyes blinking a few times as you looked up to figure out who it was that was trying to get your attention.

When you laid eyes on the person looking at you, you nearly passed out.

It was a girl, she was tall, with pretty eyes and a charming smile. Her jacket hung loosely on her shoulders, bag draped over one of her arms, a paper in one of her hands. Her features were strong, yet soft at the same time, mixing together both masculine and feminine and almost making your mind go completely blank as her beautiful eyes stared into yours.

“Um…could you help me? It’s my first day and I’m sort of lost” she chuckled out bashfully, her hand reaching up to run through her hair as she tried handing you the paper in her hand. You simply blinked a few times, watching the girl almost in awe as she stared down at you, before you realized you were in fact gawking at this woman.

You cleared your throat, giving her a quick nod before you giggled. “Yes! Yea…sorry..I…can I?” You question as you gestured towards the paper, which caused her to chuckle softly and nod as she handed it to you.

Your eyes scanned over the paper, furrowing a bit in concentration before you zeroed in on the first class she has in her schedule, and it made you smile.

“Oh, that’s where I’m going! You must be the new transfer student the professor was talking about” you explain, your heart beating a bit faster as you come to the conclusion that not only is this insanely hot girl speaking to you, but she’s also in your first class of the day.

She smiles brightly, pearly white teeth flashing your way as she raises her eyebrows. “No way…would you mind if I walked with you then?” She hums out, eyeing you carefully before you look up at her from the paper, giving her a shy smile as you nod. “I wouldn’t mind at all…come on”

You learn that her name is Alex, and that she was supposed to start the semester with everyone else, but there were issues with her documents so she had to transfer instead. The entire way to class, you take your time together, strolling along the pathways and hallways of your school, getting to know one another. You realize that although it’s your first conversation with her, you feel as comfortable with her as you do with…

As you do with Ellie.

When you realize that, you realize that you’d gone the longest without thinking about Ellie than you had in a long time. Alex takes her off your mind completely, because she’s pretty, and her smile makes you swoon, and being with her feels comfortable.

And you reckon you could get used to it.

When you both finally reach your classroom, there are students scattered about, waiting for the professor to arrive and for the lecture to start. You hum softly as you look over at your usual seat, turning around to look up at Alex. “I sit over there…there’s an empty right next to me if you want” you suggest.

The empty seat used to be taken up by Ellie before she started dating Sofia.

Alex smiles brightly as she nods before you can even finish your words, and that alone prompts you to grab her hand and drag her along through all of the seats to get to the two seats tucked away in the corner, the ones you used to look forward to making your way to almost every day that you had class.

When you two are settled, you fall into a comfortable conversation, your head resting against your hand as you listen to her speak. She tells you about her old school, about her favorite books and movies, her favorite music. You’re so caught up in the conversation with Alex…

That you don’t even notice Ellie walk into the room.

She walks in as she usually does these days, laughing softly at something Sofia said, her arm draped around the girls waist, keeping her close. Had it been any other day, she would’ve made her way down to the usual seats in the front that she has recently taken with Sofia, but the sound of our laugh quickly catches her attention.

At first, she realizes she hasn’t heard the loud sound in quite some time. The only thing she’d received from you in the small moments she shared with you were tiny giggles, or small hums, but never that deep, belly laugh that she loved so much.

Then, when she looks at you, head tilting back as you cover your lips, laughing loudly at something she was oblivious to, her eyes finally fall on the person your body is turned towards. A head of short hair and a leather clad, broad back is turned towards her, and suddenly Ellie is frowning.

Because that seat, is hers.

Ellie gives Sofias waist a soft tap, mumbling for her to wait for her at their seats as she presses a soft kiss to her cheek, green eyes never leaving you and Alex as she continues to make you laugh uncontrollably.

She doesn’t think about much, other than the annoyance she feels that someone is in her seat, regardless of the fact that she’d left that seat empty, leaving you alone for weeks on end. All she knows, is that she doesn’t like that someone is sitting in her seat, she doesn’t like that this is the first time she’s heard you laugh in weeks…..

And she sure as hell doesn’t like that it’s this mystery person that is causing that laugh in the first place.

“I know! I can’t believe you like that show too, I was convinced that-“ your words are cut off by the dark, looking presence that is suddenly hanging over you and Alex. It makes you frown softly, looking up to find a very angry Ellie standing in front of both you and Alex.

“Ellie? Hey! What are you doing here?” You question softly, unable to remember the last time you’d seen Ellie up there at those seats with you. The question is genuine, and for a moment you assume something might be wrong, but Ellie’s expression seems to be even more annoyed than when she first got there.

Instead, Ellie completely disregards your question, the girl annoyed with how innocent and genuine your words are, your big eyes blinking up at her with a twinge of worry as you await her reasoning for being there with you. She looks at Alex, her tongue pressing against her cheek before she nods her head towards the seat she’s sitting in. “That’s my seat” she deadpans, not leaving any room for argument.

Alex raises her eyebrows, staring up at Ellie before she turns to you for a moment, humming casually as she gives a half shrug. “I was told no one sits here anymore” she hummed out, staring up at Ellie in a challenging manner. It causes Ellie to scoff softly, rolling her eyes before she inhales deeply, and you know it’s because she’s trying to control her temper.

“Well I do, so you should find a different seat” she barks back, her tone progressively becoming more and more irritated with Alex. Alex simply chuckles softly, clearly taking Ellie for a joke as she sighs out. “Doesn’t have your name on it…so I’m not going anywhere” she finishes off, clearly done with the conversation with Ellie. Ellie raises her eyebrows, finally looking over at you as if to silently ask if you’re just going to let someone speak to your best friend that way.

And it annoys you to no end.

It annoys you because Ellie didn’t care about the seat for the past however many weeks since she’d been dating Sofia, you were sure it had been a good month at least, and suddenly she cares about it when someone is taking up the spot.

Taking up her spot.

You frown softly, staring up at your friend before you let out a soft sigh. “I think Sofia is waiting for you, Ellie” you try, giving her a slight nod as if to remind her that her girlfriend was in fact waiting for her down at the bottom of the sea of chairs. You hope it’ll clear her head, and whatever this sudden urge to come and check up on you with it. You see a flash of something ripple across her face, something you can’t quite make out for a moment, but once you do, it’s clear as day.

Betrayal.

She inhales deeply, eyes never leaving yours, only when they dart over to Alex. She wants to stay and say more, try to get the idiot next to you to sit somewhere else, anywhere else, but suddenly you’re turning your attention back to Alex, a soft smile on your lips as you fall back into conversation with her as if Ellie wasn’t standing right over the both of you. Ellie feels like she could burn a hole through the floorboards with how much it makes her seethe.

And the worst part is? She couldn’t even understand why it made her feel that way.

Soon, she’s stomping off like a child, down the stairs of the lecture room towards Sofia. She gives you an apologetic look from her spot at the bottom where she sits with Ellie, and it makes you so confused because why is she even looking at you that way? As if she was to blame for her girlfriends behavior? You give her a small smile back, and she turns around towards Ellie, her small hands rubbing the girls back gently as she bent her head down and pressed a soft kiss to her head.

You eye them for a moment, but your eyes don’t linger like they used to. You’re quickly looking back at Alex as she speaks to you, making you forget all about the very strange behavior your best friend just exhibited.

“Sorry about that…she’s…she’s great, I promise. I’m sure you two would like each other” you nod, giving Alex a reassuring smile. Alex hums in response as she looks down at Ellie, her eyes narrowing down at her for a moment before she nods. “I’m sure we would” she smiles out, and you can tell despite the rude interaction they just had, she’s genuine, and she seems to want to know more about Ellie.

But you save that for later, because you’d much rather get to know Alex than talk about Ellie.

#ellie williams #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie tlou #ellie x y/n #ellie the last of us #ellie x you

[lovdlydaz]

how they react when they see you in your uniform

afab!reader, you play volleyball and you just got home from a game

warnings: nsfw, cunnilingus, praise, degradation, musk kink, man just a lot of sex ngl

a/n: i've been wanting to try drabbles for a while, but i'll come out with fics soon. it'll be drabbles when i'm unmotivated, and fics when i am. hope y'all are okay with that ♡.

oikawa

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when you came home off your bus, you weren’t expecting your boyfriend to be on the couch, watching your game on the T.V. he was drooling over the way those spandex hugged your ass and thighs so well, how your ponytail swayed as you went to pass the ball. your body rolled so fluidly, making his cock harden because of how good you played his sport. so, when you came into the room he jumped, then his pupils blew with lust. you were in those same spandex, just in a jacket. he stood up and grabbed you, taking you into your shared room and throwing you onto the bed. his cock was hard as fuck, those shorts he was wearing didn’t really hide much. “you looked so pretty out there babe, i'm sorry i couldn’t come watch you play but you did so good,” he praised you as he pounded into your seeping pussy, eyes rolled back into your head whenever his tip kissed your cervix. you were definitely enjoying yourself, and he kept praising you until he finished. however, when you were both in bed cuddling he would go into your ear and whisper "but i'm better." needless to say, he got a one-way ticket to the couch that night.

ushijima

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it was a rough day at practice today. your team had fucked up hard at one of the many national games y'all played, but yesterday wasn't that great. you had fucked up your serves multiple times, had hit the ball into the net god knows how many times, and your hits kept going out. it was horrendous how you barely got to touch a ball today, and your exhausted expression showed when you got home from your car. your lovely boyfriend, who just so happened to be doing his nightly workout, was in the middle of his 6 x 10 reps of pushups when you walked in. he continued to do them, a small 'hey' escaping his lips before he heard an exasperated sigh leave your lips. he heard stuff being thrown on the couch then a flop, quickly hoping up from his little corner in the living room and walking to you. though, when he was about to speak he stopped, seeing you all sweaty and still in your uniform. he felt his heart throb, or what he thought was his heart. but then, he looked down, seeing his rock hard cock and blushing. you opened your eyes to see your large boyfriend looming over you, then feeling something poke you. you looked down to see his even larger cock poking out from his shorts, making you blush as well. let's just say that your spandex, jersey, and entire body was covered in cum that night. and you didn't regret a thing. <3

bokuto

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see, you and bo had this sorta complicated relationship. sure you were the sub in bed but bokuto acted as a sort of sub top, whining and whimpering your name whenever he was balls deep inside your pussy. and today was the same as always. you had gotten home from practice, a tired sigh leaving your lips until your beefy boyfriend latched onto you like a leech to skin. "i'm so glad you're home baby! how was practice? did you do good??" he asked like a bright puppy, you could visibly see his tail wagging. you giggled and ran your fingers through his hair, nodding your head and smiling. "yes bo, i had a great practice. how have you been? did you have practice today?" you asked, but then you felt something poking you, and then you felt hungry eyes boring down onto you. koutarou had gone quiet, and he had gotten hard too. it was the way those spandex curved around your waist, your hips and thighs were squeezed through the flexible fabric. you were picked up by your legs and carried into the bedroom, thrown down like a ragdoll before the spandex were ripped off you. his face was shoved into your heat for hours, not letting up until you had passed out. when you did he got himself off from your passed out form, then cleaned you both up and went to bed. just so you know, you were wearing your jersey home almost every day after that. <3

daichi

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today was the day of the big game, the biggest of your season actually. so, you had gotten up bright and early to start your day. you took a shower and got dressed, yet your boyfriend who was your #1 supporter and best volleyball coach was there cooking in the kitchen for you. "hey babe, ready to go?" he asked, then he paused. you were sliding your jersey on, tucking it in your spandex and your thighs jiggled as you did so. "yeah, gimme a sec—" and now you were against the wall, getting your brains fucked out of you right before your game. "fuck babe... couldn't resist myself with those pretty thighs of yours..." he whispered into your ear, instantly making you orgasm. he wasn't short after, messing up your insides and causing white to leak from you. you didn't have time to get cleaned up, so when you both got into the car you could feel his cum leaking out of you, which made you blush. let's just say you had a great game, and an ever greater fuck when you got home.

kita

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you had had a great day today. your team was playing the best they ever had and it was visibly cheering you up. though, when you got home your boyfriend was cleaning the counter off, seeing your tired yet happy form walk into the house. "hello sweetheart, how was it?" he chirped happily, but his eyes were staring straight at your pretty legs and formidable ass. your uniform looked so pretty on you, and your bust was even tighter in that jersey. he finished wiping off the counter as you told him your day, pressing you into a kiss when you finished speaking. his hands travelled to your thighs and you whined, those were your most sensitive areas. the sex was on the couch, bodies pressed together as you both were feral for each other. kita more than you, but y'know. the sun came up, and you both weren't even close to done. <3

kuroo

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your multi-million dollar boyfriend wasn't able to make it to your game. he had tried so hard but he was so busy, yet you didn't mind it. you knew how much he loved you, he showed it to you every day. so, when you were driven home by your personal taxi driver which kuroo also so happened to get for you for your birthday last year, he was sitting in the T.V. room, streaming your game. you were the libero, and he was admiring the way your body moved so nicely to get the ball in the air. hearing you come in he jumped, but then chuckled when he realized it was you. "oh, hey babe," he sputtered with a deep voice, but then his eyes travelled. the way your hair stuck to your forehead, how tight that jersey was and how even tighter those spandex were. he couldn't control himself, and now you were on the bed in doggy position as he rammed his thick cock into your cervix. "this pussy grips around my cock so good... such a slutty player aren't you? wearing those tight ass spandex... fuck, baby you make me go insane..." he murmured all sorts of things to you before you both orgasmed at the same time, making it heavenly bliss for you especially. after that, he got you both cleaned up, but you passed out in his arms before you even touched the bathtub. <3

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[sorbetisfruity]

Part twooooo to my Crowely fic!!

Oh Crowley, why can’t you get your lazy crow ass up and find us a way home?:(((

Also I’m sorry for such a late post!! I fucked up my ankle and had to be in the hospital for a lil bit!

Part 1 Part two

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You awoke to frantic yelling. The person (people??? It sounded like more than one at this point…) sounded worried and scared.

“What did you do to them?! Why did we find them PASSED OUT on your office floor Dire Crowley?!” A voice screeched out.

Oh yeah, that’s what happened.

You went off on the headmaster of the school you were forced into. The school you were forced into because you were sent here on accident and that stupid mirror can’t send you back.

And that said headmaster hasn’t been looking for a way home for you.

Now, you have zero hope of going home.

And your body hurts.

Your body hurts a lot.

It feels like there’s a cauldron on your chest. It’s heavy. You can barely breath.

Your head feels as if Crowley hit you in the head with his cane a dozen times. You can’t tell if you’re about to throw up or pass out all over again..

“I didn’t do anything! They came in, and passed out on my floor.” Crowley defended himself, completely leaving out the whole “yelling and crying” part.

“It sounded like it was way more than that.” Someone chimed in, sounding tired and pissed off.

…was that Leona??

“It was more than that..” you croaked out, opening your eyes and trying to sit up. “Way more than that..actually..”

“PREFECT!!” A series of voices shouted. You could vaguely make out their blurry figures as they ran over to you.

“Prefect, are you alright?!” Deuce yelped as he was pushed to the side almost immediately by Floyd.

“Shrimpy!! We came as soon as we heardddd!! What happened? Do I need to squeeze somebody?” He said, winking as he pointed at Crowley.

You smiled weakly, admiring his efforts to make you feel better.

Your arms nearly gave out as you tried to sit up, you felt a hand land on your back to steady you.

“Take it easy. We don’t want you getting more hurt than you already are, Prefect.”

You looked to your other side, seeing Riddle in all of his glory.

God, was everyone here??

You looked around, seeing that, yeah, everyone really came to see you.

From Leona and Ruggie, to Malleus and Lilia.

You didn’t realize they cared so much about you..

God damnit.

This makes everything so much harder.

How were you supposed to go back home knowing these guys care about you?

“Hey Herbivore, you never answered us. What happened back there?” Leona spoke, sitting down on the edge of your bed and breaking your trance.

Were you in the nurses office???

“Oh..uhm..well..I went into Crowleys office to ask him if he finally found me a way home..” you said, seeing everyone’s expressions drop as you spoke.

Gazing at everybody, you realized their once concerned expressions now looked distraught and upset.

Especially Malleus’s. Who made eye contact with you before looking at the ground, not daring to look you in the eyes.

“As most of you know, we helped Vil with his overblot yesterday..”

“And I got hurt, everybody got hurt! I almost got poisoned, I am burnt and beaten, I LIMPED to Crowleys office. I didn’t walk, I limped because my leg hurts so fucking badly.”

You could see Vil flinch out of the corner of your eye, making you look down at the bed guiltily.

Everyone looked so sad. You’re making everyone sad.

God you feel awful..

“Listen, I’m only a student, okay? A magicless one at that. I don’t have any magic to fight like you guys do. I’m practically useless in fights and magic related classes!! Do you know how hard it is to tackle these overblots when you’re magicless? I have to rely on my strength to get through these fucking things. And when they’ve been happening back-to-back for WEEKS now?? It’s hard to heal. Mentally and physically.”

“And, I love you guys so much, I promise you. I don’t regret meeting or befriending any of you. I could never regret meeting or befriending any of you. Don’t get me wrong, you guys can get annoying!” You said, looking at Ace and Grim, who gave you an offended look.

“But I love you guys a lot. I couldn’t be happier to have friends like you all.”

After your little heart-to-heart speech, they seemed a lot happier.

Lilia came over to cling to you, grabbing your left arm as Grim jumped into your lap, nuzzling you lovingly.

Leona laid down at your feet, curled up. It almost seemed as if he was going to take a nap..

Malleus came over to your left side as well, joining Lilia as he held your hand.

Azul rubbed your back comfortingly as Kalim grabbed your other hand, an uncharacteristic frown on his face.

“But guys, I’m so tired. I’m in so much pain 24/7. I can barely get any sleep because I’m in constant agony.” You complained, frowning as you looked at your legs.

There were little colorful bandages placed on all of your cuts now. But the bruises littered around still remained. They popped out to you more than the neon bandages now.

“I miss home. I miss homecooked meals and my parents! I miss my old, warm bedroom and my bed! My bed at Ramshackle feels like I’m sleeping on concrete. The meals I cook don’t taste the same anymore. Hell I can barely afford food for both me and Grim because Crowley doesn’t give us enough money. There’s been so many nights where I’ve went to bed hungry because I didn’t want Grim to.”

You could feel everyone stare at you as you talked, making you feel embarrassed.

You’re really letting everyone know everything. All the bullshit you’ve went through since you got here.

“And it’s not like I can get a job anywhere around here because no one’s hiring! And I’ve already tried everywhere here. I’ve begged and pleaded with every shop owner here, but no one will hire me because they “don’t need any help” or “already have too much staff”! But I know the real reason is because I’m magicless. I can’t do anything if I don’t have magic!!” You squeezed Malleus’s and Kalims hands as you talked, gritting your teeth as you teared up.

“I’m just…I’m so sick of it guys. I love you all so much but..ever since I got here it’s been problems and battles and various accidents left and right. I’m exhausted. I’m homesick. I’m so burnt out!! Hell, I have no idea how I’m able to keep my grades up when most of these classes involve magic. I think the teachers just take it easy on me..” you trailed off, picking at a neon blue bandaid on your leg.

“I’m so sorry for causing all of this trouble. I never meant for any of this bullshit to happen, I..” you winced as you pulled a little too hard on the bandaid you were picking at.

“…I just wanted to see if he had found me a way home yet..”

The room was flooded with silence once you stopped talking.

No one knew what to say. And, really, what could they say?

Some understood how you felt. Others had no idea, as they have never experienced this before.

However, there was one emotion everyone in that room shared.

Sadness.

They could feel the sadness wash over them like waves as you talked about home and how you miss it.

Malleus’s hand squeezed yours consolingly, making you look up at everyone.

“..Prefect.”

You turned your head towards the voice.

It was Vil.

He never called you prefect. It was always Potato, or Spudling, or Kartoffel!

And Kartoffel is just potato in German..

“I am sorry you are in so much pain. And I am sorry I have caused you so much suffering. If you’d like, I’m quite sure there is some sort of healing potion I can brew for you. That way you are in as little agony possible.” Vil took your hand from Kalim, holding it gently as to not hurt you more than he already has.

This was out of character for Vil. You never saw a soft side of him during the VDC.

But you can’t say you didn’t like it. It has been a while since you’ve been nurtured and taken care of.

Hell that hasn’t happened since..

Since you were at home. With your mother.

“And me and Jamil can cook some food for you!!! A good meal will heal you up!” Kalim said excitedly, leaning against the bed to get closer to you as he talked.

“And you are always welcome at the Mostro Lounge if you ever need some time to relax and take a breather, Prefect.” Azul spoke, still rubbing your back comfortingly.

“As you know, you’re always welcome at Heartslabyul. If you ever want to play some crochet or cards, or simply just want to relax? We’re here.” Riddle spoke, gesturing to Ace, Deuce, Cater, and Trey.

“And if your bed ain’t comfortable, come over to Savanaclaw. My beds comfy and has room for two, Herbivore.” Leona chimed in, sitting up and smirking at you.

You teared up as you looked at everyone.

You can’t believe they care about you so much. That they’d stay here and listen to you talk and offer to help you. That they actually came to see you and are worried about you.

You can’t believe that they..

That they actually care.

Tears ran down your face like waterfalls, making you let go of Vil’s and Malleus’s hands to wipe them away quickly.

“I’m sorry it was never my plan to cry in front of you all..god this so embarrassing..” you sobbed, frantically wiping your tears away.

“Prefect no!! It’s okay to cry. It’s okay. You can cry. We’re here for you.” Kalim spoke calmly, climbing up onto the bed and wrapping his arms around you.

“Kalim is right. It’s okay to cry Prefect. Get it all out..” Riddle agreed, patting your shoulder.

You could feel someone’s pointed nails running through your hair and scraping your scalp gently. It was relaxing, it felt so nice. It made you feel sleepier than you already did.

Azul rubbing your back so softly didn’t help either..

You yawned, leaning against Kalims soft shoulder as you closed your eyes.

“..thank you. I love you all so much…” you spoke sleepily, weakly raising your head to look at everyone.

“Of course Prefect. While you’re sleeping, I’ll go and make that healing potion.”

“And me and Jamil will make you some food while you’re sleeping as well. That way when you wake up, it’ll be ready!”

“Jade and Floyd will bring down some of our finest desserts from the Mostro Lounge.”

“And it can all take place at Heartslabyul. We can all play Crochet and relax together.”

“I’ll take you back to Savanaclaw for now Herbivore. You can sleep in my bed instead of this thing.”

You heard them converse and decide what to do as you slowly fell asleep, feeling lighter and sleepier than you have in a while.

You couldn’t be more thankful to have such amazing friends.

“Sleep well, Prefect.”

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I’m so sleepy, and this is soooo longggg!! But I hope you guys enjoy it!!!!

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[i-am-vita]

OPLA hot older guys headcanons

Yesterday was the longest working day I've had in a while and my brain decided to affect my concentration and performance by hyperfixated in one thing only: THE AMOUNT OF HOT OLDER GUYS IN OPLA.

(The highlight of the day being @fanaticsnail based her new Mihawk fic on the dream I had the other day. I can´t still thank you enough! ToT)

So now my brain won't let me live in peace without getting these reader-headcanons into the internet in a kind of kill, marry, kiss way but instead we kiss all of them at one point of our life.

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👉 Masterlist, More here.

Warning: mention of sex, drinking and general horny thoughts (?) Probably very bad written since english is not my first language XD

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So you, my gentle readers, are a semiretired white collar thief, former first mate of the misterious Phantom Pirates, who had to go into hidding to take care of your little niece after your older sister and her marine husband died in a shipwreck 8 years ago.

You're pretty set in giving your niece a comfortable and peacefull life, like her parents had, but she may have other ideas and be more like yourself than her own mother, because at 18yo she escaped home while you was visiting a neighbour island for business.

Now you're on full mama goose mode, searching for your duckling for the East Blue. And may reaquaint with some interesting men of your past.

Lets get a look at them ;)

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Mihawk

Current (VERY) interested. Doesn't know if he wants to behead you or fuck you.

You met during a heist at a marine's party going very bad a year ago. Your crew weren't aware of his attendance to the party (the man hardly attends his own warlord reunions), so you had to make a last minute distraction or you would've been discovered. So distracting Dracule Mihawk by heavy flirting with him and stealing his golden cross-knife was the best you could came up with.

You're an excellent knife wielder but your price habilities are in the infiltrate area so slipping away is kind of your thing. Nobody can keep up with you. Except a very pissed off warlord.

After an action packed chase, filled with you getting under his skin and him almost getting you more times than you're comfortable remembering, you considered it was enough time for the crew to had escape the party, so you released his cross and got the hell out of there leaving a very crossed (hah) Mihawk.

Since you semiretired 8ya, you pulled a job with your old crew from time to time and just if it was a very big score, but your reputation precedes you, and Mihawk managed to connect you with the infamous Phantom Pirates with many other thefts along the Grand Line and even inside Marine Bases in all the Blues.

The thing about the Phantom Pirates is that nobody knows who they are or how they look like. Your captain just known as a white masked man, no name but "Captain of the Phantom Pirates" 150,000,000. Your own wanted posters without photo but a ? and the epitet "The Ghost Rose" 80,000,000. Until now. Mihawk saw enough of you to recognize you if he sees you again but decides against informing the government.

You're his to find and deal with ;)

Kuro

The controlling and toxic angry ex we all should have for drama.

You met during your golden years as a first officer of the Phantoms, your crew and his having a brief alliance to work together several times.

You thought you were perfect for each other, both loving your plans and having similar habilities with knives and speed, but his controlling, manipulating, perfectionist and literal bloody tendencies sour the deal pretty soon.

He didn't see you as an equal but another pawn for his plans, apparently the only one good enough by his standards, but still a pawn. So you dumped his presumptuous ass and sailed away to never see each other again.

You didn't feel a little sorry after hearing of his passing.

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Now you have tracked your niece to Syrup Village, the home of some old friends of her parents and whose daughter, Kaya, had keep in contact with through the years but haven't seen since before her own parents passed away.

There you came to know that indeed your niece arrived the day prior just in time for her friend's 18th birthday and, after a very eventfull night, she sailed away with a group of Kaya's new friends and saviors that same morning in a new vessel with a ram's head.

The fact they got acquainted with Kuro himself, who turned to be alive and posing as Kaya's buttler for 3 years, paled in comparison to discover this little group has a boy captain set to sail the Grand Line to find the One Piece. And if the witness of the shipyard got it right, already has a big ass marine ship tailing them.

Judging by their route, they were heading to the Sambas Region and there's only one place to dock there...

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Bogard

The what-migh-have-been if he wasn't such a workaholic and you hadn't run away from home.

You met back in your previous life when you were a young debutante set by your parents to settle with a respectable marine husband, like your big sister.

He was just promoted to Garp's right hand despite his youth. Being one of the youngest officers with a promising career.

You were indeed charmed by him, but found yourself suffocating by the idea of a future like your sister's. Even after he confessed his plans of sailing the world and not being opposed to his future wife to be a marine too with him.

You did wanted a life of adventure and liberty, but not as a marine. You rejected his proposal and dissapeared days after. Your family came up with the story of you leaving to be an artist and study with the masters in the continent.

Truly nobody had a clue of you for years until you showed up after hearing of your sister's death to take care of your niece, looking like a well put together and wealthy art dealer.

Shanks

The one you ran away with to a life of piracy.

Days after rejecting Bogard and be sent by your parents to some "vacation" to think better of your life choices, you went to hide from your chaperones in a shaddy bar, full of young confidence that you could deal with it.

Plot twist: you did not. You found yourself in the universal female experience of dealing with guys not accepting a no for an answer and had to be rescued by a charming redhead in a straw hat whom you ran away with that same night after you both stole everything you could from those assholes ship and your chaperone's.

After burning out the initial passion, you and Shanks decided that maybe were better as friends, but still sailed together for a while, you learning everything about pirate life from him until you crossed paths with the Phantom Pirates. Captain Erik, being really impressed by you and your knowledge of the upper society, offered you a place in his crew, which you accepted, and kept training you.

Shanks and you remained good friends over the years, even assisting to his legendary drink parties from time to time. Your crew never having any reason to being enemies and even helping his if they needed intel on something.

Didn't expect to be precisely him to give you "parental advice" after you went looking for him when hearing he was in a nearby island, now minus an arm, and confessed you were semi-retired with a child to take care.

No, the child wasn't from him! Why would his crew would thing that?

Buggy

IT-WAS-JUST-ONE-TIME!!!!

But your stupid crew'd never let you live down that.

Surprinsingly, your Captain Erik and Captain Buggy turned to be very good friends. Both with a flair for dramatics and love for certain aesthetics, but yours being happy with working in the shadows, which suited Buggy perfectly.

Every time your crews crossed paths, it was a full carnival for days. And it was in one of those that it happened.

Even if you like and hold very well your alcohol, that time you were really wasted, having just broke up with Kuro. There was no way you'd had jump the clown's bones otherwise. You had standards!

But who'd have thought that the mad jester was such a charmer while drunk? Whispering dirty while still sweet poetry to your ears. Had his eyes always been so pretty? And those arms looked like they might hold you up without effort...

You woke up in his tent with the worst hangover of your life, naked and with a surprinsingly good recollection of the night before.

Of course you took your clothes and ran away to hide in your quarters for the rest of the day.

Fortunately, Buggy hadn't such a detailed memory of the night prior and assumed he passed it with one of the hired women from the local brothel whom the crew invited to the party.

But of course, your captain saw you leaving Buggy's tent and wouldn't stop teasing you for the rest of your life.

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That's it, my gentle readers. The headcanons for today and I'm already regreting it because my head is full of more ideas than ever and my job performance so down that I'm considering just dig its grave XD

👉 More here.

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#one piece #one piece live action #opla #opla x reader #opla buggy #opla mihawk #opla kuro #opla bogart #opla shanks #x reader #reader insert #fem reader

[r0syr3a]

Letters to lovers

Cliff Burton x Reader

Words: 565

Genre: Fluff and angst

Warnings: Discussion of Cliff's passing and swearing

Author note: omg I can't believe I finally got the balls to start posting my writing RAAAHHH! This is for Isa, aka @metallicaislife, one of my favorite blogs! Jewel anon is finally revealed lol. I did use the wiki page on the tour for the order of where they played so it makes a bit of sense. Now, on with the story~

Dear, Y/N

I knew you'd end up looking into my shirt drawer once I left for tour, so I figured I would leave you a little surprise. I knew you'd miss me too much that you would just HAVE to wear one of my shirts to bed ;)

Alright, I'll stop being a jackass now. You told me how much you love letters so I figured I'd write some for you while I'm on the road. As I'm writing this, I haven't even left yet and I already miss you so much. This is gonna suck mega balls, I know it.

Try and get some sleep and take care of yourself while I'm gone, My Star. I'll try and see you whenever I can and I'll call as often as possible.

Love always, your rock, Cliff.

Dear, Y/N

I hope you enjoyed my first letter, we just made it to St. Louis. I don't know how many of these I'll be able to write and receive just because we'll be moving so fast, but I'll write as many as I can, I pinky promise. (See? I do remember things)

Every show so far has been FUCKING WILD! God, I wish you could be here to see it all, I think you'd love it.

I miss you, Y/N. I don't wanna be sad and sappy but it's true. You're My Star, how am I supposed to be a rockstar without My Star? Right now, I'm just a rock and that's not nearly as cool. I'm gonna stop writing this so I can call you.

I love you always, your rock, Cliff.

Dear, Y/N

Fuck, I'm so sorry. I haven't written in forever. I'll try and do better after these next California shows. At least we'll get to see each other for those, right? It's gonna feel amazing to hug you and finally have you in my arms again. The guys miss you too. Kirk says he needs you to paint his nails again before we leave again like it won't be gone in like three days.

I hope you're taking good care of yourself and I'll see you soon.

Love always, your rock, Cliff

Dear, Y/N

WE'RE IN EUROPE BABE!!!!!

It's honestly so cool, we explored some old castles and shit yesterday. The time zones keep waking me out so I don't know when to try and call you, I'm sorry I haven't.

I have been taking pictures for you though. We could make a little scrapbook with them when I get home! We are currently in Ireland so you best believe we are drinking THE BEST beer ever.

I honestly don't know what to write about. All I know is that I love you and I miss you and I can't wait to come home or at least fly you out for a show in some random country.

Soon, My Star,

I love you always, your rock, Cliff.

Dear, Y/N

Hey, it's Lars. I know you already got the news by the time it gets to you, but I know he'd want me to send it anyway, even if it isn't finished. We'll be there soon. Hang tight, please. We love you.

Dear, Y/N

Europe is officially my favorite. The best breakfasts and the best beers? What more could I need other than you here? I am definitely bringing you here one day. I promise.

#metallica #cliff burton #metallica fanfiction #metallica imagines #cliff burton x reader #cliff burton imagine #rosywrites

[ijustreallylovethem]

16 and 30 from the fluff list with Nick?

we’re gonna pretend he’s not in a dorm for this blurb.

“You’ve been looking at me like that all day.  Something on your mind?”

“You’re so cute when you wake up and your hair’s all messy.”

you hadn’t meant to fall asleep in nicks bed. you were watching a movie while he did some homework and the next thing you know, you were waking up to him scrolling through his phone. he looked over and gave you a smile when he realized you were awake, locking his phone and putting it down.

“good morning. you seemed like you needed the sleep last night so i didn’t want to wake you and ask if you wanted to go home.” you smiled sleepily.

“thanks.” you had told nick yesterday that you hadn’t been sleeping well, but you didn’t think he had actually been paying attention.

“you coming to lunch? we gotta leave pretty soon.” your eyes went wide. soon? nick told you that the guys were planning on going for lunch today at noon. you reached for his phone, turning it on and seeing it was already 11:30.

“holy shit. why didn’t you wake me up sooner?”

“you needed the sleep.” you climbed out of the bed, looking around.

“i don’t have any clothes! i need to shower. where’s my phone?”

“you have some clothes you left here a while ago that i washed. you can shower really quick and put them on or borrow some of mine. your phone is charging right here.” he reached over to his nightstand and unplugged your phone, handing it to you. you took off toward the bathroom, taking the quickest shower of your life before coming back to nicks room. he passed you the clothes you had left and turned around so you could slip on your underwear and leggings. you grabbed a hoodie from his closet and then the two of you were out the door to meet the guys.

it wasn’t until after lunch, when nick was dropping you off at your place so you could get ready for his game that you brought it up. he had hoped you didn’t notice but you had, and you wanted to know why.

“see you later,” he smiled, putting the car in park. but instead of you getting out, you turned to face him.

“you’ve been looking at me like that all day. something on your mind?” his cheeks flushed and he looked down at his hands. should he tell you? fuck it.

“um. well you’re just really cute when you wake up and your hairs all messy. and when you’re wearing my clothes. and i like how you get along with all my friends.”

“nick…”

“i really like you, y/n. and if you don’t feel the same i don’t want to fuck up our friendship. we can just pretend-“ you cut him off with a kiss, and he was so surprised that it took him a moment to reciprocate.

“i like you too, nick,” you said with a smile. you unbuckled your seatbelt as he processed your words. “score a goal for me tonight, okay?” you opened the door and got out of the car, waving before disappearing into your apartment building, leaving nick to wonder if that actually just happened.

#raegan talks about blurbs #nick moldenhauer #rae’s anniversary special

[call-memissbrightside]

Smother

Part Two | Part Three |TW: mentions of self harm and suicidal thoughts, verbal abuse, NSFW themes, depression and isolation.

The sound of the front door lock clicking makes you scramble into bed. Pulling the covers up to your ears, you pretend to be asleep. Heavy footsteps can be heard throughout the empty house you share a home with Bakugou. You count his steps from the front door, up the stairs and into the bedroom. Closing your eyes, you hear him come to your side of the bed, and stops.

A handful of heartbeats passes before he moves on, the click of the attached bathroom door soon after. You sit up when you hear the shower turn on, the smell of smoke lingering where your boyfriend stood near you. Anxiety riddles your stomach with aches, and you have the overwhelming thought that Katsuki is mad at you.

He probably got a concerning call from friends that you didn’t show up to their weekly game night, again. You promised him you’d try this week, to get out of bed and just attempt to go through the motions of a normal life. Yet, the idea of being around people and needing to smile and pretend that you’re okay was draining. So, you stayed inside all day, again, and watched as the hours blurred together and you couldn’t help the bad thoughts riddle you with the feeling that you’re wasting so much time and taking up space that made you want to do something to stop feeling so blue. Something horrible.

Katsuki is at a lost with you and your issues. He picked up early in the relationship that you were emotional and prone to having bad days, but this was ridiculous. A whole month, and you couldn’t get out of bed, you couldn’t socialize, you barely remembered to shower or make an effort to actually be his girlfriend. You just laid there on the bed, rotting.

The hero let the stinging hot water spray over his body, the pain of a hard day of heroes work finally catching up with him. Bakugou pushed back his wet hair from his forehead, sighing. He was stressed, about work and you. Truthfully, he didn’t know what to do anymore. He was high strung, and wasn’t even thinking when he grabbed his hard cock and began jerking off. It’d been weeks since he’d have sex, you wouldn’t even look at him, much less touch him. It didn’t take him long to finish, groaning lowly. He felt pathetic, he was a successful young man with a promising future ahead of him yet he limited himself to stress induced wanking, when he could have any bitch he wanted. Katsuki chose you, because he fell in love with you. What changed? He doesn’t remember anything happening a month prior that would induce a comatose-like state. You tried explaining it to him yesterday, how you just woke up and couldn’t picture your future anymore and just felt a heavy weight on your chest that wouldn’t ease up. You tried apologizing about the tears that seemed to never stop, about being distant and not attentive to him.

“I’m just going through a rough time,” you cried when he confronted you about your mental state.

“What is so wrong with your life?” Katsuki was shaking, scared shitless because he’s never seen you breakdown like this before.

You’re taken back by his question. “What?”

He’s shaking, he’s so angry. “I don’t fucking get you. I provide for you, I work so fucking hard to make sure you have everything and you’re-you’re an ungrateful bitch!”

You sob, taking in his brutal words even though your heart is shattering.

“I take you to see a shrink, I help you remember take those pills that are suppose to cheer you up. I let you cry on shoulder, again and again. What more can I do?” He’s screaming at this point, his loudness making you fold into yourself for shelter. His palms are slick with sweat and you worry his quirk will go off.

“You’re fucking smothering me, with all your mood swings and your fucking crying.” Bakugou knew he needed to stop, he should’ve, but he just couldn’t.

“I go out there all day and be a hero!” He pulls at his hair. “I hate coming home to your bullshit after a long day.”

His words echoed throughout your head after your fight, Bakugou crashing on the couch as his self-punshiment. He could hear you cry all night, and the young man did feel bad but he just didn’t know what to do anymore. You begged him not to get other people involved, to not worry them with issues that didn’t concern them. Katsuki agreed, because he didn’t want people to see you that weak when he knew you were strong. Yet, that made him the sole support system for you, and Katsuki was running out of patience.

The following morning, he was careful when he bid you goodbye for the day. His calloused hand traced your cheek, guilt crashing into him at how red they were from your crying.

“Mina and Kirishima want you at their house for game night, will you try to go? For me?” He asked in a whisper.

Sniffling, you nodded but deep down you both knew you wouldn’t go.

The water turns cold when he shuts it off. You lay down, under the covers again when he steps back into the bedroom. The bed groans at the added weight, blankets shifting as Bakugou joins you in bed. You feel his body heat, so close but he doesn’t move to embrace you like he always did.

“I love you Katsuki.” You try to mend his temper, his disappointment in you. He once told you that he’d always love you, though thick and thin. You pray he was telling you the truth.

Katsuki stares up at the ceiling, the reflection of passing car lights bouncing across the wall.

I love you too, he thinks but can’t find the strength to say out loud.

You turn away from him, rejection stinging as you silently cry because your inner thoughts were correct, he can’t stand you anymore.

Bakugou doesn’t cuddle with you, doesn’t pull your shaking body towards his for comfort. He’s tired. He’s drained. He turns away from you, yanking the blanket to cover his broad shoulder, grinding his teeth as the sound of you crying puts him to sleep.

The light from the bathroom is what wakes him up, annoyance blossoming quickly as Katsuki sits up in bed.

“(Y/N),” He calls out, rubbing his eyes. The alarm clock next to the bed reads it’s a quarter past 3 in the morning. Groaning, Katsuki gets up to turn off the light.

“(Y/N), I have to get sleep for work, I go in at six remember?” He stops in the doorway, noticing you laying by the tub. Katsuki takes in his pale you look, and notice how the the bathmat is stained red. His eyes follow the trail and his stomach drops when he sees the razor beside you and the long self-inflicted cuts across your wrists. The same wrists he loved to kiss when you’d caress his face.

His hero training kicks in, and Bakugou gathers you in his arms. Shaking, he checks to see that you still have a weak pulse but the long cuts on your arms were still gushing. He’s surprised how warm your blood feels as he presses his hands against your injuries.

Bakugou is crying, yelling out your name in disbelief.

“Stay with me, baby please stay with me,” he sobs as he tries to stop the bleeding.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N) I’m so fucking sorry.” He feels like a hopeless child as he dials 911, screaming for help as he holds your limp body tight against his chest.

“I love you,” He chants, kissing your forehead and wetting you with his tears.

“Please don’t leave, I’m so fucking sorry.” Guilt is a son of a bitch, and it’s eating Katsuki alive as EMS rushes in and takes you away. He rides in the ambulance, holding your hand as he prays that you make it through the night.

Blinded by his fear, Bakugou didn’t read the simple note you wrote for him.

I’m sorry I smothered you

#bakugou x reader #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x y/n #katsuki x reader #mha bakugou #mha angst #bakugou x reader angst

[n0irrrr]

REISS MENTAL ASYLUM / 14

【 shingeki no kyojin / mental asylum – alternative universe, modern setting 】 『male!yandere!various x male!prettyboy!reader』 summary: Finally! You have been given an opportunity to work at Reiss Mental Asylum- your job hunting hasn’t been great, so to hear you got an opportunity made you excited. At the beginning everything seems normal- but without noticing, some people began to get obsessed with you. warnings/tags: DARK/HEAVY THEMES. Non-consensual themes; sexual assault, touching, drug use, rape attempt. Home invasion, yanderes, obsessive behavior, murder, blood, explicit content, sexual thoughts. Somnophilia at the end! masterlist

notes: someday i will rewrite this whole cringe thing and feel better about it, LOL. but i hope there's enjoyement in this chapter.

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「lazy afternoons」

“Yes, Porco, I’m okay.” [name] chuckled softly. “I will stay over a friend’s house, so there’s no need to worry about me.”

Porco snorted loudly, obviously making fun of his lie. [name] pouted at such reaction. “A friend’s house? Exactly who? You have no friends, you loser."

”H—Hey! I do have friends!!” He felt childish, and he could tell Porco was having fun by proving him he was a lonely loser. “I have many!!”

”Really? Haven’t seen you go out a single day without the same fucking guy.”

"They are just... secretive. AND busy!"

"Busy... of course." Porco's tone changed, but [name] couldn't put more attention thanks to his migraine. "If everything goes well here, we'll have a talk, you and me. It's important."

"That sounds serious... is something going on?"

"Just... take care of yourself in that disgusting place, man. Tell Victor—"

"Vincent!"

"Whatever his fucking name is, to stay with you. With what you told me, I..." Porco couldn't continue. [name] heard some grunts on the other line— was he embarrassed?

[name] grinned. "I care about you too, Porco."

"Shut up. I'm hanging up." [name] could tell he was flustered, but silenced his laugh.

"See you soon!"

"Lock your doors and windows."

"Will do."

‿̩͙‿ ༺ ♰ ༻ ‿̩͙‿

After the call ended, [Name] let out a grunt. He hid his head within his covers as he remembered Mike’s words about him getting sick. The man was a witch—or maybe a wizard? Either way, he was right. Or at least, his nose told him the future, somehow.

[Name] hadn’t felt dandy when he got to his apartment the night before. He knew getting out of the car by himself wasn’t possible, and Levi, knowing this, helped him as he did before.

He had a bad stomachache and an urge to throw up again; but thought a good night's rest was enough to wake him up and make him feel better. Unfortunately, the moment his alarm interrupted his sleep, he felt the worst way possible.

He also had a fever. He was 100% sure. The cushion was already disgustingly wet from his sweat, along with his pillow, but his sudden weak body didn’t let him get up. Not even when he felt the need to puke. So poor [Name] had to stay put and try to calm himself if he didn’t want to make a disgusting mess in his room. He didn't know how much time had passed since then.

Even if his whole body felt weak and disgusting, [Name] tried to get out of bed to go to the bathroom. Yet, the moment he got up, he almost fell— if it weren’t for his nightstand, his face would have been kissing the floor, with blood being a plus. It was then that he accepted his defeat and called Margaret to notify her of his absence. She had replied, saying she had been waiting for his call since Mike mentioned his condition yesterday. The poor sick just sighed, thanked her, apologized, and hung up.

He was ready for another bad sleep when the phone on the nightstand rang. His eyes couldn’t identify the caller since his vision was a bit blurry, but answered blindly. The moment the voice in the other line spoke, [Name] miraculously surpassed an embarrassing yelp from coming out.

“[Name], it’s Erwin. Good morning, first of all. I’ve been notified of your absence for today. Is everything alright?”

“O—Oh, uhm, y—yes! Ah—! Sorry, good morning!” It was obvious [Name] wasn’t in the right mind. He couldn’t think clearly, and his head felt like it was burning. His words slurred a bit.  “I just got a bit of a fever— nothing I can’t handle, heheee…” What a fast man Erwin was— did he call him the moment Margaret notified him?

”Is that so? How are you feeling?”

”Everything is good! I’m fffine, really!”

There was a moment of silence on the other line, making [Name] a bit anxious. Was he angry? Upset? Did the think this was a lie?

“I see. Also, don’t worry about today’s schedule. Everything’s covered, alright?”

“O—Ok… and, uhm… sorry about today… I didn’t meaan to get sick…”

[Name] heard a chuckle from the other line. ”Don’t worry about that, [Name]. It’s not your fault— something like that can be rearranged when you feel better, so don’t overthink it.”

After saying goodbye, [Name] let out a sigh he didn’t know he was holding.

The silence filling his room let his mind wander about the frightening man. He had felt the intense gaze on him everywhere he went. The sick male wanted to believe something else but a feeling of desire filled those blue eyes. The thought only caused him to grip the bedsheets harder, his face feeling warmer and his thoughts messy. He wanted to turn a blind eye to it, but it was too obvious. The man was bold!

But… would it be wrong, though? To accept the date fully? At the moment, it felt like an obligation—a must. [Name] didn’t feel particularly happy about such a thing. Neither when Zeke wanted to use him to do such dirty play to Erwin. Now, it didn’t feel that bad; it was just embarrassing. He laughed light-headedly as he pictured Erwin on a date with him—maybe eating strawberry cake? or just chuckling at whatever they were talking about…

The imaginary moment lulled him slowly, blinking lazily at the ceiling. Maybe a good sleep in another place would make him feel better…

But a knock on his door interrupted him, startling him. The sound only made him grunt— he didn’t want to get up… but he did nevertheless. Of course, as his mind wasn’t in the right state, he took his blanket with drawings of frogs with him. He breathed heavily as he tried not to stumble too much. When he got to the entrance, he opened the door right away while his mind ignored how Porco scolded him about how he had to look into the peephole first before answering the door. Living in this godforsaken apartment was dangerous; serial killers would love to pick a stupid victim here, he said.

He blinked lazily, not really recognizing who he was staring at. Until he abruptly stood straight with a yelp, realizing it was Levi at his door, looking as happy as ever. [Name] couldn’t be more embarrassed by how he looked right now: a blanket with cartoony frogs on it, his oversize T-shirt with his favorite cartoon, and his shorts. His hair was a mess, his face was warm, and his eyes fought to stay closed— it was more to say that his bruises were on display too.

Levi, amused by the display, raised a brow. “It looks like nose man was right.”

Still, [Name] didn't know what else to say. He stood there, dumbfounded.

“Are you making me stay here all day or what? Have some manners.” The ravenette spoke in irritation, but with no malice. After all, it was known by now that his scolding was just for fun. Well... sometimes. This was enough to wake [name] up from his embarrassing episode. He quickly opened the door with incoherent mumbling and stood aside, letting Levi inside.

He felt dizzy; what he said sounded more as if he was barely keeping it together. “I—I didn’t expect you here!” He cringed at his own wording, trying to save himself: “I mean, I don’t mean you can’t come in! It’s just that I— Weeell—”

“I didn’t expect myself here either, but since we all know you don’t know a thing about self-care, here I am." The ravenette spoke sternly, his eyes narrowing into a sharp critical gaze as he observed the apartment.

“Buuuut… There was no neeeed…” The amount of talking made him even dizzier, as he stumbled backwards a little bit. Levi just raised a brow, expecting another lie.

“Stop being stubborn and sit down.” The ravenette placed some plastic bags on the table and emptied it. He took out a canned soup, and [Name] could smell fresh vegetables from the other bag.

He stared dumbfoundedly at the contents, then at Levi, then at the bags, then at the man again. The ravenette stared him back and spoke as if he was talking with an idiot: “You don’t have anything in your fridge.”

[Name] stayed in silence, processing the words from him. Then, he stood straight as he stared in embarrassment, eyebrows furrowing. “How do you know that?!”

“Because that’s you.”

[Name] didn’t know if to take that as an offense, so he avoided the ravenette’s gaze and looked defeated.

Levi didn’t care, it seemed, since he changed the subject. “What have you been doing before I got here?”

“Hmn… nothing…?” [Name] sighed and blinked lazily. “I wanted to take a shower, since I’m all sweaty… but I didn’t have any energy, and I thought I would feeell—”

“Oh, you will,” Levi stated, while crossing his arm as he tried to think, “you will get that shower. You look like a pig.”

“You are meaaaaan…” it wasn’t as if [Name] was in his right mind anyway to think of what he said, “I’m going to fall… I can’t go… and I feel sick,” he tightened the froggy bedsheets around him even more— he just wanted to fall asleep again.

“No.” Levi spoke sternly, harshly taking the cover off of [Name], causing him to gasp. “You will get that shower, so better get up and show me where the bathroom is before I take the sink to shower you.”

The ravenette took [Name] from the back of his shirt, forcing him to stand up. [Name] couldn’t help but comply, secretly glad he didn’t have to walk alone anymore as he guided Levi to the bathroom. It could seem like a careless action or touch by Levi, but he was sure [Name] wouldn’t fall even if he tripped, since the grip on his collar was strong enough.

He just didn’t want to touch sweat.

Levi was a bit grateful the bathroom was in decent shape after seeing such living room. It was small, with some corners and part of the sink and bathtub colored in oxidation thanks to the time. The mirror had some marks on it, along with the flooring having some ruptures. In Levi's mind, he couldn't stop repeating how horrible this place was. Or rather, how disgusting this whole building was.

He ordered [name] to steady himself with the sink while he filled the bathtub with not-too-warm water. Complying with a soft okay—! [name] allowed Levi to work, a little embarrassed when he noticed Levi’s narrowed eyes glaring at how slowly the water came in. If he was bothered or irritated, he didn't voice it, nor did [name].

In whatever silence they were in, Levi broke it off with a blunt order as he returned to his spot beside [name], taking his collar again. "Take your clothes off."

"U—Uh..?! That's sooo straightforward!!" raising his voice, [name] could feel his face getting warmer. "I—I can't do that in front of youu...!"

"Then should I throw you fully clothed in the water? Or should I undress you myself?"

[Name] felt a little bit of dread at the thought of Levi letting go of him. If he did, [name] didn't trust himself to remain standing.

"O-Okay, okay! Just... please turn around," he said his request with as much gentleness as he could have, eyeing Levi with a pleading look. The ravenette frowned as he stared at the sick idiot for a couple of seconds with cryptic eyes before giving in. Sighing in relief, [name] used Levi's shoulders to steady himself as he undressed clumsily. A few times [name] tightened his grasp on Levi's when tripping with his own clothes, only noticing his strength when the ravenette grunted or let out a remark.

"D—Don't turn around yet! Just... step backwards a little bit, pleease..." Carefully, [name] stepped inside the bathtub with a hum as his skin met the tepid water. It was just then, with water just under his chest as he hugged his legs, that he realized how hot he was. He involuntarily sank his whole body into the water, humming at the now-comforting temperature. He quickly retreated to his original stance when he remembered Levi was waiting for him. "...okay, you can turn around..."

"Finally." Levi took a small stool that was behind the sink and placed it beside the bathtub, sitting down. He rolled up his sleeves and took the shampoo, placing some on his hands. "Close your eyes," he commanded before rubbing the shampoo on [name]'s head, massaging the scalp.

It was actually relaxing on [name]'s part. He thought Levi would be rougher, but his hands were gentle. He could hear himself let out a content hum while his shoulders eased and he rested his chin on his knees.

“Bend over a bit.” Levi asked in a gentle tone this time, taking the soap. Just when [Name] obeyed and Levi was ready to lather him up, he noticed a lengthy burn scar on [Name]’s back, more so on the left side. It didn’t look… severe per se— boiled water, perhaps? Levi could tell fire didn’t cause it.

Whoever it was or whatever caused it, Levi continued to bathe [Name] with other thoughts in mind. It seemed the idiot had forgotten, since he didn’t say a thing about his silence.

“Sorry you haave to do aaall of this, Levi…” [Name]’s voice cut his dark thoughts off. “I’m very sorryyy,”

This time, it was Levi who sighed. “I told you yesterday, didn’t I, idiot? If I don’t do it myself, I will be in a bad mood all fucking day. And I have enough with those shitty glasses at work.”

[Name] giggled, “a mooore of bad mood?”

“Don’t get smart with me.” Levi warned him, but he didn’t sound hostile.

[name] talked about everything and anything. He looked content even if Levi gave hums or half answers when being asked something. At some point, [name]'s voice got lower and lower, until he fell silent. The ravenette was unsure if he had fallen asleep, but seeing his shoulders go up and down slowly made him sure.

Just seeing him like this, in this godforsaken place, rotting away... made him feel something he didn't want to say out loud. He just felt irritation.

[name] seemed asleep. Before waking him up, Levi gently caressed the scar on his back and wondered the reason for this act of dominance. Confusion, or perhaps anger, danced in his mind—not exactly for the scar per se.

He retreated his touch and got up, speaking louder to wake [name] up.

"Oi. Wake up. You can't sleep yet." As he took a towel, he signaled him to stand up to dry his body. He noticed how groggily the [hair color]-haired stood up, with eyes closing every two seconds and not even complaining about being seen naked this time. Levi quickly wrapped [name]'s body without much of a glance. His arm went around [name]'s waist to guide him out of the bathroom and to his room, as [name] vaguely told him where it was.

Surprisingly, his room wasn't a mess. Everything seemed in order and clean, to Levi's somehow relief. Levi asked him for clean clothes as he helped [name] sit down on his bed, but [name] was unable to answer because of his sleepy state. The ravenette grunted as he snapped his fingers in front of [name]'s face, making him jump in surprise and barely waking him up.

"Clothes... Ah! Right there, Levi." The ravenette opened the wardrobe and took the first thing he saw, which was another oversized T-shirt with, this time, a picture of a fat cat, and a pair of shorts. He couldn't stop himself from raising his brows in amusement at such choice of designs, almost wanting to make a remark about it. Yet, it wouldn't be as rewarding to see [name]'s groggy state acting stupid like his normal self. He threw the shirt over [name]'s head, the sick completely out of it to even complain about it.

Levi crossed his arms. "Answer—should I dress you or are you capable?"

"Mhm...? Oh, yeah... I caan..." [name] yawned, lazily taking the shirt. Levi had never seen such clumsiness before as he observed how the idiot missed the biggest entrance for his head to one of the arm’s. And then he looked pretty content about being trapped in the smallest hole, as if he had done a splendid job.

“You look stupid.” That was the only statement Levi could spit out before helping him with the t-shirt. His next objective was the shorts, but [Name] seemed to quickly snap out of his dazed and quickly stutter slurred words Levi couldn’t understand, but could decipher by [Name]’s stupid, embarrassed expression. As always, he asked him to turn around.

“You need to eat.” Levi stated as [Name] finished, turning to him once again.

“I want to sleep, Levi.” The sick idiot tried to lay down on the bed, but Levi’s grip on his shirt stopped him.

“Before that, you will eat.”

“But I’m sleepy…” [Name] tried to ‘charm’ Levi by blinking and staring pathetically. The ravenette narrowed his eyes.

It didn’t work. “But I don’t care. Get up.”

All of this felt like Levi was taking care of a child. Or perhaps a cat. A clumsy, useless cat whose life was only to destroy things and be a nuisance.

[Name] complied. Although this time he didn’t try to not be an annoyance, because his body felt heavier and his words didn’t make sense. Levi knew he needed sleep, but he couldn’t let him, still. Or he just didn’t want to. He couldn’t deny that painful, tired face made him feel better.

He instructed [Name] to patiently wait on the couch, since at least he had some mercy on him and didn’t let him wait on the chair while Levi chopped some vegetables for the food.

The sounds of the old TV and the low snores from [Name]’s filled the room, leaving Levi in a barely peaceful moment.

As he put the ingredients into the pot where he had filled it with the soup, he went to sit on the chair while observing [Name], who waited for the food to be ready.

The idiot stayed asleep, with no care or worry about who was with him. Has anyone broken in? Levi wondered.

The lock looked cheap and easy to break, but Levi instantly knew this idiot would open the door before looking, even if he was in his sane mind. A strong lock or a fancier building wouldn’t change that.

If Erwin hadn't taken a liking to him, where would he be? Dead inside a dumpster, maybe. Or perhaps in a job barely making the minimum wage. Or suffering under someone’s orders. Well, it wasn’t as if his situation was any better, in such a filthy place. Erwin had his reasons to hire him, but he didn't share them. What he couldn't hide from Levi was the acts of devotion he had for the assistant; how his blue eyes stared with such... affection? No. Erwin wasn't like that. Something vicoius hide beside that caring-boss facade. 

Speaking of that, who was this guy? Levi felt even more disgusted by the place as he took another look around. This whole building was rotting. Either way, Levi could observe [name]’s attempt to ‘hide’ the mess—pictures. One with him and friends? Perhaps family; a younger [name] with a dog; another picture of him, a guy looking irritated with a black-haired girl... Pretty ordinary pictures.

There were a few small plants, too. A book on the table beside the couch; keys hanging on the wall—were those small paintings? Levi could distinguish between what seemed to be the ocean and a sunset; in another painting, there were frogs in a pod.

[Name] was just like he imagined: a mundane person that he wouldn't usually take an interest in. How could he? This clumsy guy was easy to control, easy to overpower, had naive ideas, was dense... Then why this sudden attention? To someone so insignificant? He could understand Erwin's motives and even that four-eyes son of a bitch, but not his own. Levi found this irritable.

Maybe he liked to imagine how he would tangle his fingers between [name]'s hair, seeing his expression of satisfaction only for him to pull and see that face of being hurt: that pout, teary eyes, that slight frown meaning that he's going to cry... Or just harshly grab that jaw to hear him squeak once he takes his hand away to see the marks he made on that pretty face.

That face…

Levi narrowed his eyes.

That stupid face.

The reminder of the food interrupted his nightmarish thoughts. He went to check and realized it was ready. Without any permission, he took a bowl from the drawers—which didn’t have much—which, particularly, was blue with painted sheep. Levi couldn’t really believe how childish this guy was—hmn? Was that a mug with painted cats…?

Levi served the food. Even when he made lots of noise, the sick idiot didn't even move. The caretaker got in front of him and stared him down—[name] looked exhausted. His expression wasn't a comfortable one*; his body looked tense, and he was sweating.

He looked disgusting.

“Wake up.” Levi grabbed the front of his shirt with no gentleness.

[Name] barely woke up groggily, with his eyes barely opening and closing. From his mouth came words with no meaning, not even pying attention for the man.

Levi made him sit down while he ignored his pleas for him to stop. “Food’s ready. Wake the hell up.”

“Buuuut… I’m asleep…”

“Now you’re not. Get up.” [name] resisted. Levi gritted his teeth, and in his eyes reflected an anger that made [name] shiver. “Get the fuck up, or I’ll punch you until you die.”

“Ok, Okay! I’mm uup—!” Even with slurred words and a weak mind, he knew Levi didn’t make jokes. The thought of Levi acting like a beast made him gulp.

“Huh…” [name] looked at the table, and then at the couch. “Can I eat on the couch…? I don’t want to sit down…”

Levi tightened the grip on his collar. The sounds from the TV weren’t helping his temper much, since an annoying money TV game was on and fueled Levi’s annoyance with him.

The caretaker only pulled him forcibly. “No. You will sit like a civilized, mannered person, not like a pig. You will make a mess if you lay down.”

[name] didn’t dare say anything else. He sat down, like a good boy, and looked at his food. It looked good, actually. The nice aroma reminded him of the hunger in his stomach, as it immediately growled. [name] took the spoon, ready to eat it all.

But, just as expected, [Name] was unable to even feed himself accordingly. His sloppy movements, thanks to his sudden sleepiness, made him unable to hold the spoon properly, messing up the table and dirtying his face. Levi grunted, disgusted once again and more annoyed.

With a harsh move, he took the spoon from [Name]’s shaky hand, surprising him with it. But before Levi could feed him himself, he took a napkin and, with not much gentleness, cleaned [Name]’s face. Whimpers and soft complaints left [Name], but they went to deaf ears. Just as Levi finished, he clicked his tongue at his own exasperation.

“Open your mouth. I will feed you like the child you are.” Levi harshly took [name]'s jaw while he guided the spoon to his mouth. [Name] felt ashamed at first, desperately staring anywhere but Levi's eyes. The ravenette didn't like [name]'s childish behavior, as his grip on his jaw tightened. [name] jumped, opening his mouth with teary eyes. "Why don't you just obey? Always doing what you should not be doing." Levi's never softened his grip, perhaps as a punishment for being disobedient.

This kept going in silence until [name] felt full. A gentle touch on the hand with which Levi gripped his jaw was enough for his caretaker to abruptly stop and glare at him directly. [name]’s body tensed. "I'm—I'm full..." The stare he got was enough to make him shiver. Why were there times when he could speak to Levi normally, but in times like this, Levi unnerved him?

It didn't help when he stared like that. And the way he silently got up, took his bowl, and began doing the dishes didn’t help at all. Was he angry? Did he do something wrong?

Well, whatever. He felt sleepy again. The food had helped him feel comfortable, in some way.

“Dhankss for the food, Levaa…” His eyelids felt heavy.

A grunt was the only answer. [name] slowly began to drift away, dreams taking his mind. His arms rested on the table, letting his face rest on them. The soft silence from the dishwasher lulled him.

This time, Levi didn't say anything else. Instead, he knew he felt a hand caress his hair before shaking his shoulder, but he could be wrong, after all.

“You are asleep already.” Levi’s soft voice sounded far away, even if he was next to him. His strong arm wrapped around his waist, guiding him to the bathroom again.

[name] couldn't open his eyes anymore. His body felt automatic—he just felt Levi’s hands on his mouth, brushing his teeth gently. Did he dream all of this, actually?

He didn’t even remember walking to his bed, but he was already under the covers. Levi’s hand rested on his forehead, and [name] could barely see his usual frown. The sick idiot couldn't help but close his eyes again, but once he opened them again, something cold was resting on his forehead.

Levi said something, but [name] didn't understand.

“That feelss goood…” [name] smiled contently. He chuckled softly. “You are a great nurse, Mr. Levi.”

Levi didn’t like that, since he flicked a finger on [name]’s forehead. [Name] whined, the eyes of betrayal stared at Levi’s face, who glared back. [Name] pouted.

“Not nice…”

“I’m not nice.” Levi changed the cloth to a colder one, by [name]’s relief.

“You are.” He closed his eyes again.

“Not.”

“Just rough sometimes. But you are nice.”

Levi didn’t answer, but it was enough for [name] to look content. A frown formed on Levi’s face while he sat down beside [name]. He took the mug off the nightstand, which [name] didn’t even notice, and waited for the sick idiot to react. “Take a sip.”

“What’s…?”

“Ginger tea. Take. A. Sip.”

[name] chuckled like an idiot while Levi helped him sit down. Levi’s hand on his back and how he helped him take small sips brought him some type of comfort. The feeling of being taken care of was… nice, even if he knew Levi didn’t like the whole idea. Any other type of comfort in his life was Porco; he would be lying if he didn’t feel happy having someone so… caring and trustworthy around him. Knowing he was away made him sad.

“I… don’t waant mooore.”

Levi stopped without much to say, and left the mug in its previous place. He told [name] not to lay down since he could feel like vomiting again. He changed the cloth again before his hand stayed on his forehead to not let the cloth fall down. [name] opened his eyes tiredly to admire Levi. Well, what else could he do?

Levi sure was a handsome man. Or did he confess that to himself because he was not in his right mind? Well, he didn’t admit that out loud…

He felt lightminded; perhaps that’s why he felt bolder to say things.

“You are scary sometimes.” Even though the statement wasn’t a positive thing to say, [name] smiled like an idiot. “Veeeeery scary…”

Levi narrowed his eyes.

“Buut even scary, you look good!”

Levi didn’t react— not openly, at least. “And you look dumb, but that doesn’t give you any favors.”

[Name] chuckled. Levi helped him lay down again.

“I’m sleepy.”

Levi removed the cloth and rested his hand on [name]’s forehead to feel his temperature. [Name] hummed contently as he felt Levi’s cold fingers on his warm skin. Without much thought, he gently moved Levi’s fingers over his closed eyes. He felt more comfort.

“Migraine?” Levi asked.

“Hmn…” [Name] didn’t have more energy to give a detailed answer.

“I left pills on your nightstand.” Levi said, “Take some.”

“No… I’m… tired…” [name]’s eyelids felt heavier, and he couldn’t help closing them.

Levi didn’t like being contradicted, but he kept silent. Perhaps he was tired because of him, or just annoyed. He grunted but didn’t say further. The room fell into silence. Levi stared at [name]’s face, who rested quietly. As he saw nothing else bothering him, he got up and spoke loudly for [name] to hear. [name] opened his eyes tiredly when he got up from the bed.

"It's time for me to go, then." Levi was ready to leave, but he felt something pulling his hand before he began to walk away. He turned his head just to see [name] staring at him with pleading eyes, almost looking like a child scared of the dark.

"Nooo... don't leave me, please," he pleaded. "Stay with me..."

"I can't. Go to sleep."

"But, Levi, I'm scared of being alone... Please, just stay with me this time, pretty pretty please?"

Levi stared, again. With holding hands still, [name] blinked slowly with his long eyelashes, making his plea more "captivating.” Levi wanted to punch his face.

“No.”

“Pretty pleasse…” [name] tightened the grip on his hand.

Levi actually thought about it this time. Perhaps [name] was going to fall asleep, since he looked too tired. “Five minutes.” He answered before sitting down again in the same place, while ignoring how content and happy [name] stupidly looked. Silence filled the room again, but speaking wasn’t necessary for both of them this time.

After such peace, the phone rang. [Name] grunted at the interruption of his sleep, but quickly took the phone before missing the call. The frown that was plastered on his face changed to a soft smile as he answered. Levi narrowed his eyes at such change.

“Hi, Vincent.” [name] replied. “I’m good. Thank you for calling.”

What a good friend.

“It’s fine. Actually, Levi came to—”

Levi snitched the phone out of his hands. Vincent’s voice only fueled his irritation, as his worried questions were heard from the other line.

“What a nice, worried friend you are, Mr. Guard.”

Vincent didn’t answer at first. “Mr. Ackerman, good afternoon.”

Levi could notice Vincent’s change of tone. Well, the feeling was mutual.

“No need for such cute calls for your boyfriend.”

“If I’m worried about him, then I’ll call.”

Levi gritted his teeth. *“*How daring.”

Levi noticed Vincent was going to make a remark, but he shut himself up before spitting it. The ravenette smirked slightly. At least such guard knew who he was talking to. Due to the lack of an answer, Levi kept speaking.

“You asked, he answered. This is all you’ll get.”

Vincent seemed to rile himself up. "He doesn’t—” But Levi hung up before Vincent could finish. He slammed the phone with such force, that made [name] jump at the noise.

Levi stared knives at the phone, not paying attention to [name]’s stare.

“You don’t like Vincent.” [name] looked at him timidly, speaking softly. Levi did look furious at the call— but [name] was sure Vincent wasn’t the type of person to look for problems. What did make Levi so angry?

“Is that a problem for you?”

[name] frowned. It… wasn’t a problem, but he didn’t like seeing his friend— or confidant? being treated so harshly. He knew Levi could see that, but he knew how Levi acted. The people in the asylum could be really… spiteful. Either way, the reflective thoughts only soothed him—he was more than tired. Levi waited, but the question was left unanswered. Instead, it was met with soft snores coming from the idiot.

He had fallen asleep at last.

Levi glared at him—how could he be sleeping so comfortably with him in the room? Leci here, acting like a good guy only fueled his anger. There had to be a reward for this absurdity. He didn’t comprehend his own feelings—their meaning. After all, he hadn’t needed them in a long time, if ever. [name] made him repulsed by such foolish emotions.

How bitter you are.

[Name] didn’t mean to last in that place, but Erwin and four eyes sought any ways to protect him from all evil. Even so, they themselves were worse than the subjects. Levi laughed bitterly internally every time one of them couldn’t hide their desire to possess such a good-for-nothing assistant. He couldn’t understand wholly, but now he saw why. But ‘liking’ him? It wasn’t that. It was something else, but Levi still couldn’t comprehend. He should, soon enough.

Levi glanced at [name], waiting for the moment to move.

And, just when he noticed [Name] fell into a deep slumber, the devil returned.

Levi couldn't stop himself. There was just this urge.

Shifting his body slowly to not interrupt his companion's sleep, facing him. He stared at [name]'s body; how his chest moved according to his breathing, how his lips slightly opened as gentle, barely audible snores came out of his mouth—his long eyelashes, his relaxed, cute expression... only for him to see.

Levi's hand slowly moves under [name]'s shirt, gently caressing his warm stomach. He moved his touch on [name]'s waist this time, grabbing and squeezing part of the flesh not too harshly. The ravenette waited for a response, but just as he was met with silence, he continued his secret exploration in quietness. This time, he rested his head on the crock of [name]'s neck, smelling his scent. His hand explored the flesh a bit more daringly, slowly crawling his way to reach [name]'s chest, the tips of his fingers exploring the flesh cautiously.

This time [name] whimpered softly, his body shivering for one second. The ravenette waited for any other reaction or complaint, but [name] remained in his slumber with a troubled expression adorning his face.

Levi smirked.

What a reward.

#reader insert #male reader #male reader insert #attack on titan x male reader #shingeki no kyojin x male reader #dark themes #triggering themes #non consensual themes #levi x male reader #somnophilia warning #reiss mental asylum

[sat0sugu-angst]

Confession

summary: now that reader knows how Bakugo feels about her, she plans to confront him and confess

3rd n final part for the Into You fic

cw: hurt/comfort ig, anxious reader, oral (f. & m. receiving), fingering (f. receiving), protected sex (wrap it up folks), these two are so sappy but I love it, bratty!reader, edging (but barely)

wc: 6.9k (ikr damn)

pt. 1 pt. 2

All characters aged up +22

MDNI

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I wanted to talk to Katsuki right away, but our talk would have to wait until after work. The day dragged on, eventless patrols, paperwork, and meetings, which normally wouldn’t have bothered me, except that it did nothing to keep Katsuki’s face from flashing in my mind, the swell of emotions and the weight of all the unknown nearly driving me crazy.

“You okay?” Jirou asked during lunch, her quirked brow the only indication of concern in her otherwise apathetic expression.

“Fine. Just thinking about things.” I said absently, looking out the window toward the city.

“With Bakugo?”

I nodded, finally looking back at her. “I saw Uraraka this morning.”

After giving a quick rundown of what was said, she was nodding. “I don’t normally say this, but—”

“I know, I know, you told me so. Whatever.” I said quickly, waving for her to make her point already.

She sighed. “At least let me say it.”

I rolled my eyes. “Isn’t me admitting it enough? Only now I don’t know what to do.”

She looked like she thought I was very dumb indeed. “I think it’s pretty obvious, Y/n. You gotta talk to him.”

I blushed. “I want to. I just don’t know what to say. How would I even bring it up? ‘Sorry I gave you the wrong idea; I really like you, I just thought you fucked me to get over your ex’?”

“Just tell him how you feel. It’s not like you have to worry about being rejected.”

Unless I do. I tried not to pay attention to the nasty voice in my head. “I don’t think it’s right for me to give him emotional whiplash. Maybe I should let him cool down.”

“And make him agonize over something stupid? You know how you feel, and you know what you want now. You’ve been in this weird purgatory for two days. This is exactly the time you should go after what you want, without worrying about doing something wrong.”

I sighed. She was right, but it didn’t make dealing with it any easier. So I agonized the entire way home, wondering how I’d broach the subject, get him to speak to me at all. Would he hear me out? I'd almost prefer a yelling match to the cold shoulder I’d gotten yesterday.

I wasn’t sure what to expect when I came home, but I had been running through so many scenarios about what he’d be doing when I walked through the door. It didn’t occur to me that he’d be gone until I walked into the darkened apartment. The only light on was the one over the oven, the one I never let him turn off because I hated having to walk through a pitch dark house in the middle of the night when I had to get up to grab water.

He must still be working, I reasoned, but the thought didn’t do much to relax the bundle of nerves sitting like lead in the pit of my stomach. I was unsure of what to do with myself. I wanted to be able to talk to him as soon as he got home.

Deciding to wait at the counter near the front door, I put my social media app to use as distraction. After what felt like an eternity, I looked at the over at the oven clock. I’d expected at least forty minutes to have passed, but deflated when it was actually less than fifteen.

To calm my nerves, I sighed and decided to make tea. Setting the water to boil, I went to my room to change out of my uniform. I contemplated just changing into pajamas, but internally cringed, knowing I ought to shower, and rinsed off as quickly as I could. When I got out, there was still no sign of Katsuki. Gnawing on the inside of my cheek, I changed into sweats and a t-shirt, throwing on my slippers and robe for extra coziness.

What I really wanted to do was call him, send him a text, ask him if he was going to be home soon. If this were three days ago, I wouldn’t have even hesitated. Now though, I couldn’t be sure if it was the right call. If he were still upset, or even mad at me, I didn’t want it to push him farther away.

So, I did neither of those things, instead pouring cup of tea before I curled up on the couch. I tried to focus on the show I’d put on instead of how much I wanted to chew on my nails. I managed to distract myself, but once I heard the keys in the door, all the nerves and fear from before were zapped back into my muscles, and I looked at the door with growing apprehension.

When he walked through the door, I had to keep myself from betraying my thoughts on my face. He looked like he’d just come from patrol. Face flushed, his already fluffy hair majorly windblown, and his exposed arms showing off still flexed muscles. He even still had on his gauntlets, though he normally left those in his office, having a spare set here already. By the time my gaze had made their way up onto his face, his crimson gaze was zeroed in on me, expression severe.

I steeled myself, offering him a small, shy smile. “Hey,”

He didn’t answer at first, taking in my small form nestled into the couch, legs pulled up to my chest. “What’s wrong with you?” He asked instead of returning the greeting. He pulled off his gauntlets one by one, dropping them carelessly on the ground.

I blinked, completely thrown by his question. “I’m sorry?”

His hulking body was hidden by the counter as he bent to look at the contents in the fridge. “I asked what’s wrong with you.” Then added, more distractedly. “Didn’t you buy groceries yesterday? There’s nothin’ in here to eat.”

My brows were pulled in together, and I took my bottom lip in my mouth. I sat up a little, stretching my neck to try and gauge his expression, but his back was still to me. “What do you mean, ‘what’s wrong with me’? And we do have stuff to eat, y’just gotta make it.”

He grunted, straightening up and looking back at me. “I meant what I said. You’re in finals week veg mode and we haven’t been in school for years. What’s up?”

I flushed, annoyed that he could read me so easily, even if he was completely clueless. “You have no idea why I could be stressed right now?” I questioned. Was he really going to pretend the last forty-eight hours hadn’t happened?

He leaned on the counter, looking away. “You took that plan B stuff right away.” He grumbled, shyly, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout.

“That’s not really what I’m talking about.” I took a shaky breath. “You were gone last night. Kirishima is under the impression that we’re fighting.”

He rolled his eyes. “’Course Shitty Hair can’t keep his mouth shut. I didn’t tell him we were fighting.”

“Why would he think that we are?” I set my mug on the coffee table, muting the TV so we could talk.

“He came to his own conclusion. S’not like I could correct him and tell him what happened.” He added sharply, and I winced. I opened my mouth to speak, to say any part of the speech I’d spent the entire day agonizing over, but he continued on. “How about we pretend it didn’t happen? You won't have to worry about things getting weird; like it was nothing.”

My chest ached, realizing how much I’ve messed with his head, that he had to work through all of this on his own. I set my mug on the coffee table, standing and making my way to where he was in the kitchen.

I looked up at him, and the impulse to hold him struck me. Normally I’d ignore it, but I didn’t want to, and couldn’t find a good enough reason not to. So I reached out, grabbing his arm and giving it a squeeze. “But it wasn’t nothing, was it?”

He clicked his tongue, pulling back and looking away, but I noted that he didn’t pull his arm from my grasp. He was quiet for a while, and I nearly held my breath, waiting for him to speak. “Y/n, I promise, I won’t make things hard for you here. I won’t do anything to make you feel uncomfortable. Just, please,” he took a stabilizing breath, the muscles in his arms jumping. “I don’t want this friendship to be over.”

I squeezed his wrist again, gasping a little at the fear in his voice. God, I was such an asshole.

“Kacchan, no. This—ugh, I wanted to say this better.” I bit my lip, my cheeks heating. Here goes. I looked into his face, and there was something so open about his expression. He was apprehensive, I could tell, but there was hope in his eyes, too. Even so, I wasn’t sure I could say the words aloud just yet. “I wouldn’t have acted indifferent if I’d have known how you felt about me.”

Now he pulled away, ripping his arm from my hand and facing away from me. The confusion in his expression shifted into anger. I braced for yelling, but he didn’t raise his voice.

“Glad you’re takin’ my feelings into account.” He scoffed, walking passed me and into the living room.

“Kacchan, that’s not—”

“I don’t need your pity.” He said sharply, that familiar anger flaring. “Don’t be nice just ‘cause you feel bad. You can’t control how you feel any more than I can.” His voice was stiff, and his shoulders were taut. As mad as I knew he probably was, he still tried hard to keep his temper in check. “I gotta shower.”

I rushed after him, reaching out and grabbing his arm. “Katsuki, wait. I’m not saying this how I want to.” He stopped, and I rushed on before he could think to ignore me. “I mean, I wouldn’t have lied about what that night meant to me.” His expression was hidden by his uniform. “I was trying to protect my feelings, I didn’t realize how much I’d hurt yours.”

He didn’t leave, and I took that as a sign that he would hear me out. I moved around him so I could stand in front of him. “Kacchan, I don’t want to be friends, I want…” I suddenly became very aware that I was about to admit my feelings to him, after all this time. “The truth is…I’m kind of in love with you.” Once the words left my lips, it felt like time stopped. My gaze searched his expression for any hints at what he was thinking. Then—

“WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU ACT LIKE THAT IF YOU HAD FEELINGS FOR ME?” I hadn’t been ready for the boom of his voice, jumping a little. He visibly softened when he noticed the jump, but he pulled away, walking deeper into the living room. “I just don’t get it. What was the point of the charade? We’d already gone through with it. Why push me away?”

I flushed. “Well, I didn’t think it meant the same to me as it did to you.”

He frowned, shooting a hard look at me. “What did you think it meant to me? Do you imagine me fucking all my friends?”

I rolled my eyes. “Don’t be ridiculous, Katsuki. I just, we’d been talking about Uraraka, and the breakup. I thought maybe that…I was a rebound for you.”

He scoffed, turning his nose up. “That’s completely idiotic. Why would I use you as a rebound?”

I shrugged helplessly. “I dunno, Kacchan.” I could tell my answer didn’t satisfy him, and I sighed. “I didn’t think you could ever feel for me what I feel for you.” I looked down, crossing my arms over my chest. “I was selfish. I wanted to have you any way I could, even if it was just because you needed help getting over your girlfriend.”

For a while, he didn’t say anything, and anxiously I wrung my hands together. His brows were pulled together, then he looked at me again, this time eyes much softer than before, though his tone was still curt as ever. “I'm already over Uraraka, I told you that. When we talked that night, I thought you understood what I meant. What it meant to me.”

I sucked in a breath. “And what did that night mean to you? You still haven't said.”

He rolled his eyes. “You're not an idiot, I'm sure you could figure it out.”

I took my lip between my teeth, walking toward him. When I stood in front of him, I took his hands in mine, trying to calm the butterflies in my stomach fluttering at the sensation of his calloused hands pressed into mine, our fingers twining together. With a shaky breath, I steeled myself and pushed up on my toes, pressing my lips softly against his.

There was a second where he was still, and I worried he'd pull away but then, he was kissing me back. He pulled his hands free from mine, only to wrap them around me, pulling my body so it was flush against his. I didn't care that he was sweaty, covered in dirt, that I’d probably have to wash my robe. In fact, I could barely hold back the smile that made kissing him difficult. My arms wound around his neck, tangling my fingers in his hair and tugging lightly at the strands.

He pulled away, crimson eyes flickering between my eyes and mouth, and he reached up to cup my cheek in his hand. “What're you laughin’ about?” He grumbled, making me smile wider.

“Just happy, I guess.” I said, voice soft.

He smirked. “You gonna be corny every time I kiss you?”

I raised a challenging brow at him. “You kissed me?”

He rolled his eyes. “Whatever.” And his mouth was back on mine, harder than before, but quicker, and he was already pulling away again. “I'm a fuckin’ mess. Gotta shower.”

I pouted, hands falling from around his neck to rest on his chest. I had half a mind to offer to join him, but my nerves got the best of me. I sighed. “You’re right. You stink.” I smirked up at him, and he rolled his eyes, but his fingers pinched at my waist, and a squeal pulled from me as I jumped away from him. His signature smirk was playing at his lips. I leveled a glare at him, softened by the playful smile on my face. “Go shower. I’ll be here when you get out.”

He moved, almost too fast for my eyes to track him, but he grabbed me by my wrist and pulled me against him, kissing me long and slow. “Better prepare yourself,” He murmured, his lips ghosting over mine with each word. “When I’m done with you, you won’t have any doubts about how I feel about you.” And there was something in his eyes that made my stomach twist and tows curl deliciously. He was determined, and there was a hunger in his eyes as he examined me one more time before disappearing into his room.

I let out a shaky breath, feeling like I’d just run a marathon as I looked around our space. A nervous giggle bubbled up, and I tugged my lip into my mouth. I looked down at my clothes, sighing, and headed into my own room to change.

I wanted to wear something nice, something he’d find me sexy in, but I was unsure what he had in mind. I’d stopped at the drug store on my way home, shy but hopeful about tonight’s success, and bought a pack of condoms. It didn’t occur to me until now that maybe he wouldn’t want to jump straight into bed. He’d said he was hungry when he got home, and even though there were innuendos that could be made, I knew we’d both need dinner.

I quickly changed from my fluffy robe and sweat pants, opting for a pair of shorts I knew made my ass look good, and made my way into the kitchen to pull out something to make.

I decided on tacos; it was a quick enough dish to make that wasn’t sandwiches, which he always teased was the only thing I knew how to make. I was frying up tortilla shells on the stove when he made his way out from his room, nose stuck in the air like he was shocked to smell something cooking. He wore only a pair of sweats, chest bare and hair dripping onto the towel around his shoulders. I quickly zeroed in on the hickeys on his neck, staring at his exposed flesh before the oil popped. The oil splattered my wrist, and making me jump and glare at the burner.

“You cooked?” He asked, and I could feel him behind me. He wasn’t touching me, but he was just close enough that I could feel his presence.

I blamed the warmth in my face on the heat from the stove. “You seemed hungry when you got home.”

“’M always hungry.” He said simply, coming to stand beside me now, eyeing the ground beef and the chopped toppings on the counter beside us. “Smells good.”

“Just in time, these shells are fresh.” I said, pulling out the tortillas from the oil and setting them on the towel covered plate so it could absorb some of the oil. “The cheese and your salsa are still in the fridge, though.”

He rummaged in the fridge for only a second before pulling out the containers, placing them on the counter next to the rest of the toppings. Then, I felt him behind me again, this time close enough that I could feel his breath ghost over the shell of my ear as he leaned down. “This okay?” He asked, hands resting on either side of me, caging me in. There was hesitation in his voice. Even though we’d gone through everything, had already tasted each other, navigating the new dynamic would still be strange.

I bit my lip, nodding slowly. “Though, maybe not when I’m cooking. You’re kinda distracting and I already burnt myself.”

I didn’t have to be looking at him to know he was grinning, but I froze when he pulled my hair back from my neck, his lips grazing over the sensitive skin. I sucked in a breath, and I felt his rumbling laugh more than heard it. “Could say the same about you. Changed into my favorite shorts.” His other hand settled on my hips. His thumb brushed up under my t-shirt, stroking the bare skin there.

“I thought you were hungry?” I questioned, though I had half a mind to abandon dinner, turn around, and spend the night kissing him.

He snorted. “I am.” Then he was pulling away, and I whipped around quickly to gauge his expression. He was still smiling down at me. I tried to fight the smile tugging at the corners of my mouth, but then he winked at me, and I couldn’t fight the shit eating grin that took up half my face. I turned around to hide the blush crawling up my cheeks.

When I’d served myself and we sat at the table, we both looked up at each other, and I looked away, still sheepish. “So, I guess we should make some things clear.” I began sneaking another look at him. His brow was raised, and he was quiet as he waited for me to continue. “Like, you can talk to Kiri about this, and your other friends. Anyone you want.” I paused. “Well, maybe not all the nitty gritty details.” I blushed.

He nodded, and something passed in his expression I couldn’t read right away. “I guess I gotta figure out what to say to Uraraka.” I didn’t react in time to cover the shock on my face, and he frowned. “What?”

I tried to hide the blush in my face, preparing myself for a lecture. “I kinda…already told her.”

“You…you what?”

I gave him an apologetic smile. “I may have already told her, this morning.”

Shock colored his expression. “You did? Where? Why?”

I was playing with my hands, tacos nearly forgotten. “Well, I didn’t feel right about what happened, because she didn’t know. I didn’t want her to think you cheated.”

He sighed. “Well, that ship’s sailed. She’s the first person I told about you.” I frowned, asking what he meant. “It was a few days after we’d broken up. She asked there was someone else, if that’s why I had been how I was with her at the end, and I told her it was you.”

I blinked. “You told her you cheated on her…with me?”

He sighed. “I didn’t say that. I told her I cheated, because I stayed with her, even though I wanted you. Even if we hadn’t done anything until her and I broke up, it wasn’t because I wouldn’t have if you’d asked when we still were together.”

I was quiet, processing what he’d said. No wonder Uraraka had been so tight lipped at brunch, why she’d assumed we’d already been hooking up. I scoffed. “Well, I told her we hadn’t been, not until the night of the party, anyway.”

He smirked. “Were you getting her blessing?” He teased.

I rolled my eyes. “It’s girl code, Kacchan. You were hers first.”

He shrugged, diving back into his dinner. I couldn’t tell if he was bothered or not, but decided to drop it unless it became an issue. “There’s another thing,” I said, and he looked up, nodding for me to continue. I wrung my hands together, pressing my lips together to keep from biting it. “What do we call each other now?”

He didn’t say anything right away. “Well, obviously I want you to be my girlfriend.” He said finally. Even though he was trying to maintain his assertive nature, I could tell he was feeling unsure.

I paused, then smiled at him cheekily. “I want that too. Just wanted to hear you say it.” He gave me a dry smile. “So, we’re doing this, then?”

He shrugged. “It’d be pretty stupid not to, at this point. Don’t ya think?” He pointed out with a smirk. I gave him a look, and he seemed even more pleased with himself.

“I just think it’s important not to repeat the mistake of miscommunication. Don’t ya think?” I asked smartly, mocking his tone.

The smile never left his face. “I know, just like teasing you.”

We fell into easy conversation after that, and I found out the time he was with Kirishima had been spent stress cooking. “Shitty Hair’s set for the next week.” He’d grumbled, but I knew it made him happy to feed his friends. After we cleaned up and put the leftovers away, there was an awkward lull.

I waited to see if he’d take the lead, but when I looked over at him, he was already looking at me. I bit my lip, apprehensive. I glanced at the living room, and opened my mouth to suggest we watch something, but before any words could leave my mouth, his mouth was on mine.

I gasped a little against him in shock, but quickly decided that his suggestion was much smarter than mine. Reaching my hands up to spread my fingers against his bare chest, and his muscles flexed a little at the contact.

I pulled away a little, looking up at him through my lashes. “You gonna live up to your promise?” I asked coyly, and he grinned.

“’Course. Who’d you think I am?” He said, kissing me again.

“Whose room?” I asked against his lips.

He chuckled. “Not wasting any time, huh?” I would’ve been embarrassed if the growing length in his pants didn’t give him away. He tilted my chin up to look at him with a finger. “Yours.”

I grinned up at him, giddy like a kid at Christmas, grabbing his hand and quickly leading him into my room. I walked up to my bed, turning and looking at him. I had no doubts about wanting him, but being here now, even though we’d already had sex once, I couldn’t help but feel shy.

He must have noticed something in my expression, because his hands were on my face, gentle as he rubbed circles into my cheeks. “You’re nervous.” It wasn’t a question.

I shook my head as much as I could in his grasp. “No, I’m not.” I said indignantly.

“Says the one who won’t look at me right now.” My gaze shot to his face, and a soft smile touched the corners of his mouth. “It’s okay to be nervous. We won’t do anything you don’t wanna. I wasn’t lying when I told you I wouldn’t do anything to make you uncomfortable, together or not.”

I took a deep breath, nodding. “I know. It’s not that I’m nervous about this. I just want you to have a good time.”

His hands dropped from my cheek to my shoulders, pulling my hair away and his mouth was on my neck again. “Trust me, if you’re there, I couldn’t have a better time.” He sucked into my neck, and I whined a little at the unexpected sensation. “Okay?” I felt the graze of his teeth against the hollow of my throat when I nodded. “Use your words.”

“Okay.” I breathed, heart already pulsing. I wondered if he could feel it under his mouth as he sucked kisses into my neck.

He softly guided me back toward the bed, and when the backs of my legs hit the edge, I lowered down to the edge of the bed. He stood, and I craned my neck up to look at him. He sighed. “Love how you look when you’re lookin’ up at me like that.”

I smiled a little, running my fingers over the planes of his stomach. Now that he wasn’t flexing, his skin was soft, but when I ran my fingertips down from under his pecks down toward his sweats, his muscles jumped and he sucked in a breath. I looked up at him. “Can I?” I asked, brushing my fingers along the waistband. He looked tense, but nodded, and I took a breath, pulling them and his briefs down and over his erection. I tried not to look intimidated by the size of him so he wouldn’t change his mind, but as I looked at it, even half hard, I couldn’t fathom how he’d managed to fit it inside me.

Once he’d sat beside me, leaning back against the pillows, I crawled over to him so I was face to face with his erection. I leaned in, bracing myself with a hand on either side of his thighs, sticking my tongue out and brushing it up and over his tip. I flushed with excitement at the noise it pulled from him, and looked up. “I uh, have never done this. So if I do something wrong tell me.”

He snorted, but before he could bite out a smart reply, I took his tip into my mouth and sucked lightly. “Fuck, Y/n. Keep that up and I’ll bust right now.”

I hummed excitedly, and I took note of how his eyes dropped closed when I did, working myself up to take more of him. I didn’t want to choke on him or scratch him with my teeth, so I ended up shifting slightly, using my hands to pump what I couldn’t fit in my mouth. I alternated between light sucks and running my tongue over the slit on his head. His hands were tangled in my hair, but he didn’t push me to take him deeper, or thrust into my mouth, letting out little noises and moans as I continued to work him with my mouth. I rubbed my thighs together, rolling my hips where I laid on the bed to get some friction.

I looked up at him, watching the expressions he made when I switched it up, trying to fit more of him in my mouth. I did gag a little, but it was worth it to see the way he seemed to crumble. I worked him like this until he was whimpering, his fingers pulling at the strands of my hair, as though he were trying to stabilize himself. “Y/n, you better stop before I fucking come in your mouth.”

He’d said it in warning, but I was so turned on by the desperation in his voice that it only spurred me on, humming as I sucked him in. “Wait, ah—” he was cut off as his words turned into moans, and just like that, I felt him release. I continued sucking on him, focusing on the tip so I could swallow him cum easier, until he was pulling me off him, sitting up so his face was only a few inches from mine.

His eyes were searching my face. “Fuck, baby, I’m sorry.” He said, and though I heard the apology, I involuntarily clenched at the return of the pet name.

I shrugged, unbothered. “It’s okay. You warned me, I kept going because I wanted to.”

He chuckled, his gaze dropping to my lips before he leaned in and kissed me deeply. When his tongue snuck into my mouth, I wondered if he tasted himself, moaning into his mouth at the thought. He pulled away after a moment, eyes dropping to my body. “Why am I the only one naked?” He asked, hooking a finger into the collar of my shirt and tugging. “I think it’d be a bit fairer if these were gone.”

I laughed a little. “Fair? Says the guy who just got head.”

He clicked his tongue. “Just meant it’d be easier to make you feel good with this nonsense outta the way.” He said, lightly grabbing my jaw so he could press his lips against the skin of my neck.

I sighed contentedly at the sensation. “Well, that just makes good sense,” I said, distracted by how good he felt.

He chuckled, and silently we undressed me, tossing articles of clothing into my room. At each inch of exposed flesh, his lips were there. He took his time, sucking kisses into the expanse of my body until he’d left hickies on my breasts and across my hips. When we got to my underwear, muscle memory took over, and I quickly thought about my dream. I flushed, covering my face with my arms so he wouldn’t see how red I was.

“Hey. What’s wrong?” He asked, pulling away from me. “Is this okay?”

I nodded, before remembering he’d told me to use my words. “I’m okay. Just excited.”

“Well uncover your face, then.” He said, and I felt the weight on the bed shift, pulling my arm away long enough that I could see him hovering over me, arms on either side of my shoulders.

I flushed again. I couldn’t believe dream Katsuki was ruining the mood for real Katsuki. “Sorry, I just—”

“We can slow down. Or stop. Or go back to kissing.”

I shook my head. “No, no, it’s uh, it’s not that.” I shook my head. “I just,” I sighed. “I had a dream about you last night.”

He raised his brow, obviously not getting my meaning. “Okay?”

“It was that kind of dream?” I tried, and I saw the moment realization dawned on his face, his expression shifting quickly from concern to cockiness. I rolled my eyes. “Well, glad that didn’t go straight to your head.” I muttered dryly.

“Was I good? What were we doing?” He asked, grinning as he ran his fingers absently down from my collarbone over the curve of my breast and down to my panties, eyes focused on my flushed face.

I wasn’t sure what I expected, but I hated how pleased with himself he seemed to be. “You were…” I didn’t like having to say the words out loud. “You were down there.”

The humor of the moment seemed to pass, and he was looking at me with a half serious expression. “You didn’t like it?”

I shook my head. “I really liked it.” I said, feeling my face heat even more.

“Well that’s good, right? What was I doing?” His hand had settled on my hip, thumb rubbing circles into my hips.

“You were…you had your mouth on me. I guess it was more than what you were doing.”

His brow quirked up. “Was I wearing a weird outfit?” I laughed a little, shaking my head. “Then what was it that made you uncomfortable?”

“I wasn’t uncomfortable. You were just…” I hated that I was about to tell him this. “You were giving me a hard time. Teasing me, like how you usually do, except when we’re…” I trailed off, flushing, covering my face with my hands.

He laughed, and I moved my hands enough to level a glare on him. “You want me to be mean to you, sweetheart?” He asked, his voice right in my ear, sending chills down my body. I didn’t answer, too embarrassed. “Don’t have to be shy, Y/n. I always knew you’d be a bit of a freak in bed.”

I glared, swatting at him uselessly on the chest. He didn’t even move, too busy laughing. “Shut up. You totally killed the mood.” I lied.

He was rubbing his hands all over me, grabbing at my thighs, pinching my sides, while his lips were back on my breast, pressing soft kisses into the skin there. “Don’t be mad, baby. I’m glad you told me.”

I didn’t detect any mocking in his tone now, and I pulled an arm away from my face enough to look at him with a single questioning eye. “Yeah?”

He nodded. “’Course. I wanna know what turns you on, what gets you all hot and bothered. Didn’t realize it was just me being an asshole that’d do the trick.” I sighed, lowering both arms, and he took a hand in his, twining our fingers together. “So what about it did you like? You want me to degrade you?”

Shaking my head, I looked at our joined hands. It was easier to say what I was going to say to our hands than to his face. “I think it was just you teasing me. Like you had all the cards and I was at your mercy.”

He was nodding in my peripheral vision. “I can do that.” Was all he said, and he leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to my lips before sitting up, moving back down so his face was between my legs again. He shot me a questioning look, and after a quick nod, he was pulling my panties down, exposing me to the cool air.

I pressed my knees together, but he took my words to heart, not hesitating to grab each knee and pull them apart. He pressed a kiss to the insides of my thighs before he dove in. I let out a little cry when I felt his tongue drag through my folds, from my hole up to my clit.

I threw my head back, a sigh pulled from me at the feel of his mouth, whimpering as his tongue circled my clit before pulling it in his mouth and sucking. He adjusted his hands to grip the backs of my knees, lifting and spreading my legs so he could better fit between them. He flattened his tongue, licking up my slit and humming before pressing a kiss to my clit.

“Taste so fucking sweet.” He grumbled, crimson gaze straying from my naked body into my eyes. I felt almost embarrassed under the weight of his gaze, spread out like this, but there was nothing mocking in his eyes. I felt my cheeks flush when he leaned down and kissed me right against my hole, and I couldn’t help but clench at the gesture.

I bit my lip, tilting my head to face the ceiling as I let my eyes flutter closed as he continued to run his tongue over my sensitive bud, before I felt his fingers teasing my hole. I gasped, back arching to give him a better angle, and when he pushed into me I felt deliciously full. I knew I didn’t have much to compare it to, but damn he knew just how to roll against me to have my nerves tightening and already craving release. In no time at all, I was getting close, so close I could taste the high on my tongue. “Mm, not yet, Y/n. Can’t come ‘til I tell you.”

That pulled me out of my high long enough to form the question. “How’d you—”

He smirked, pulling away from where I craved him. “You start clenchin’ like crazy right before you come.”

I flushed intensely at his choice words. “Is that…not what you like?” I wasn’t sure if I ought to be embarrassed he was already able to read my body like a pro, while I still felt like I didn’t quite understand him.

His smile softened, and he pulled up between my legs, settling so my sex was pressed against his torso and he was propped up with hands on either side of my face. He leaned right up so that I feel his breath on the shell of my ear. “You have no idea how fucking sexy it is,” he pressed a kiss to my neck, before pulling away and looking me in the eyes. “I love how you look when you feel good, ‘specially that I’m the one making you feel that way.” He emphasized his point by pressing his hips into mine, and I realized he was already hard again.

I reached up to run my fingers along his shoulders, drifting over the lines of his skin, and I leaned up to press a soft kiss to his lips. I was surprised, though I shouldn’t have been, of the taste of my own arousal on his tongue, and I flushed against him at the realization.

“When can I come, then?” I asked quietly, trying to appear bold even as my cheeks were stained red from embarrassment.

He looked shocked that I’d ask such a lewd question, and I flared with self-satisfaction at taking him by surprise. He kissed me again, hard now, nipping lightly at my bottom lip. He was rolling his hips into me, the feel of his cock nudging into my folds driving me insane. It was a nice pressure against my clit, and I was already greedy of him.

“Katsuki, I want more.” I mumbled against his mouth.

“Yeah?” He asked, pulling away and stopping the motion of his hips.

“What do you want, baby? You want my mouth? My fingers?”

I flushed, shaking my head. “Wanna feel you inside me, Kacchan.” I murmured, lifting my legs, and locking my ankles around his waist.

He dropped his head before looking up at the ceiling. “Much as I’d love that,” he said, brushing my hair away from my chest and back so it was splayed along the pillowcase. “We don’t want to repeat last time. I don’t have anything.”

I grinned. “And if I told you I possibly picked up some condoms from the store, would you want to then?”

As my words sunk in, he sported a grin to match mine, kissing me roughly before jumping up from the bed and asking where they were at. After he came back with the box of them, he took one out and quickly got it over his cock.

He was rubbing his erection through my folds again, pulling away to drop a glob of spit onto his hand for extra lubrication, pumping it a couple times before he was lining himself up with my entrance. “I didn’t prep you like I did last time, so let me know if I go too fast.” He said, open expression focused on me.

Only after I nodded did he start to push into me. I sighed deliriously, practically drunk on my own high because of how close he’d gotten me before. And it was a bit easier than before. He worked into me gently, and I relaxed around him so I could take all of him. “Fuck, just like that, Y/n,” he grunted once he’d bottomed out. He didn’t wait to start moving, though his thrusts were slow, calculated and deep.

I couldn���t help squeezing him, even after he said I’d better stop before he busts again. “Can’t help it, Kacchan,” I breathed, gripping his shoulder and bicep in my arms. “You fill me up so good.”

“Fuck,” he stutters out, and I couldn’t be sure if it was because he’d pulled out until just his tip was inside me or because of what I’d said, but either way it filled me with satisfaction. “Could stay inside forever, you feel so fucking perfect.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down for kisses, though we ended up mostly breathing and moaning into each other’s open mouths. I was close, and he must have been able to tell, his fingers were back on my clit, working me like he’d been studying my body for years instead of days. I was whining, tears pricking my eyes. “Kat—I’m about to—”

“Come for me, baby,” He said, pulling away when I threw my head back, moaning as my orgasm ripped through my entire body. I said his name, over and over as I rode out my high, barely aware of the way he continued to pump into me. When I came down, I looked up at his face, and he looked absolutely devastating. His brows were soft, mouth open as he thrust into me a couple more times before I felt him release inside, pressing his face into the crook of my neck and peppering the skin there with kisses.

We went a few more rounds, getting to know each other’s bodies and memorize the way we tasted, and it was nearly morning when we crawled into his bed, exhaustion overtaking me. I was on top of him, both freshly showered, my ear resting on his chest to listen to his heart beat. He had one hand tucked behind his head, the other tracing imaginary lines over my back.

I’d never felt so content.

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a/n: omggg thank you everyone for reading the conclusion of my first fic! writer's block and ~bad mental health~ had me worried I might not get to writing this, but I'm so glad I did :) Comments/rbs/likes are always appreciated, I'd love to know how everyone liked it!!

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Missed opportunity

Morpheus x human!reader

A/n: I have that line-

“And you never knew, how much I really liked you, ‘cause I never even told you. Oh and I meant to.” Back to the Old House, The smiths.

Stuck in my head so fuck it, let’s write.

(March 29)

A/n pt.2: guys I actually wrote something for the first time in like a month yesterday and I’m excited, I have started 3 requests started and I think ill actually get them done in at least a week, wish me luck :P

Warnings: Angst!, this takes place before during and after Morpheus’ imprisonment. Reader questions their sanity, unrequited love but not actually, both R and M are idiots in love. R dies:0.

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

Dream of the endless having friends was rare, them being human even more so. But somehow you managed to befriend him, from the second he stumbled across one of your dreams he was drawn to you.

He sought you out in the waking world, and you were every bit as captivating as he thought you to be and something about you just kept him coming back to you.

Your friendship flourished rather quickly, much to basically everyone’s surprise. Morpheus knew you to be kindhearted and friendly, beyond beautiful and energetic. Just being in your presence was enough to cure any sour mood of his. You became a constant in his life, part of his routine included visiting you for at least a few hours.

It was a scary feeling, to know you’re falling for someone, to not know how they feel about you. Realistically Morpheus could open one of the many books on your life and dreams and simply find the answers he was looking for but that’s not something he wanted. He wanted to learn about you as you revealed yourself to him, to know you person to person, just like any other human.

He felt completed by your very existence, but even the anthropomorphic personification of dreams was riddled by a very human thing, anxiety, overthinking. He wouldn’t risk losing your lovely smile, your charming personality, all for romanticism.

Years and years passed but he never told you. He was with you through new relationships and break ups, he helped you move in to your new apartment, he was with you when you ran into the stray cat you named Star and adopted into your home. Morpheus was a great friend, your best friend.

He wasn’t aware you felt them same for him, or that fear of losing his companionship was also the thing holding you back. In his mind you saw him as a very good friend, and that was it.

In your mind somebody as ethereal as him couldn’t possibly be interested in you. So you settled for his friendship, you both did.

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

After so many years of constant visits, Morpheus missing one day seemed like the end of the world. You had no way of contacting him, you never questioned how he just seemed to show up and join you, why would you when you were busy fawning over his dreamy eyes, oh the way they showed every emotion despite his cold exterior, you’d catch it if you just paid enough attention.

Days turned into weeks without sight or word from him. There was nothing or no one that could comfort you about this. It was him. He was your person and suddenly he was gone. Did you do something wrong to somehow push him away? Did you somehow imagine him?

You never got an answer. For the rest of your days you stayed convinced that it was all some sort of dream, or an illusion made up by your lonely mind, one that craved all that attention and well- love. Maybe he was a victim of that new Sleepy sickness, after all he disappeared around the same time it started, but then again, you had no way of knowing.

★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★

One hundred years. Of complete solitude, of weakness and vulnerability, of pain as grief, so much grief.

In the beginning Morpheus had hope, he had Jessamine who would occasionally be seen and attempt to help him out of this glass bubble. He had the hope of getting to see you some day soon. That he’d somehow make it out of here and everything would be as he left it, that hope was torn away bit by bit as the years passed.

He had no way of keeping track, truly he made no attempt to tell the day or time, he knew when night would come and a year would pass, and the years kept coming and coming, painfully slow and too fast all at the same time.

There was only one day that stood out to him, one that felt different from all the rest. This sudden ache in his heart, Despair coming to visit their dear bother once again as Death visited you. And that was it, the last bit of hope.

Making it out of that place proved to be a chore, not only was Morpheus physically weakened, emotionally too. He had duties though. A realm to rebuild and take care of, items to collect and people to meet with.

Distracted by all else it was only when Death approached Dream that he stopped to actually think about you. But he didn’t ask anything, Death knew her brother enough not to need his words.

“They lived a fulfilling life and died of old age. Star grew old with them as well.” A nod. “They say that she’s the only proof they had you existed at all. After you disappeared they were convinced you were fake, a product of loneliness or some weird illness.”

“They’ll never know.” There was no need for further explanations, was there something Death didn’t know anyways? “They knew. I wish you would have seen the relief on their face once we met. Like it answered every question they ever had. Forget how you loved them and how you showed it, they felt loved, I think that’s more than enough.”

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Anniversary Present (Oneshot)

My Writing Masterpost

Warnings: slight dubcon, manipulation, minor character death, blood, past stalking

“I’m hungry,” complained Victor. 

Henry glanced at the vampire, then into his side mirror. “I’m driving.”

“So pull over.”

“I can’t,” he protested. “There’s no place to park.” They had circled the lot once already, but there were no spots. If Victor hadn’t insisted on spending the weekend at the beach of all places, this wouldn’t have happened.

“It’s a Friday evening on a holiday,” he explained. “It’ll be a while.” Victor grumbled, but at least he seemed placated. 

It had been three years since Victor ‘claimed’ him like some sort of stalker, and Henry hadn’t been able to shake him. Now he was stuck with Victor, and sometimes he could fool himself into normalcy. Like some kind of fucked-up sitcom. See the vampire and his unwilling roommate, every evening at 7pm on FOX! Or something. Henry didn’t watch cable.

“Look,” said Victor, “there’s a spot.”

“Finally,” groaned Henry. Another car came down the aisle, and he put on the turn signal and waited for them to pass so he could pull in. But instead, the BMW swerved into the spot, nearly dinging him in the process. Asshole.

Victor hissed. 

“Don’t,” Henry said. “It’s literally okay.” 

Victor sighed. “Fine.” 

Eventually, they found a spot in another lot, but there was a fee. Henry grumbled as Victor drank an evening snack from him. What a jerk, and of course it was a BMW. Brand new, too. Henry thought of his 20 year old beater and tried not to be jealous.

Whatever.

Victor had made reservations to a nice restaurant on the boardwalk for the two of them, which was hilarious. Victor could eat human food, it just did nothing for him except taste good. He was always dragging Henry to fancy places.

The perks of having a rich vampire eat off him, he supposed.

Victor disappeared after paying for dinner, with a promise to meet him at the rental later. Typical. 

But Henry had a little cash to burn, and the boardwalk was fun. He ate frozen custard (peanut butter and chocolate) and looked at ridiculously priced swimsuits on sale. He watched people come in and out of novelty stores, and got himself a box of saltwater taffy. It was nice, he thought, as a charming family went into the amusement park.

Of course, the downside to this little vacation was Victor. He was going to do something this weekend, he could feel it. 

Henry was a snack, a little amusement that Victor liked to keep under his thumb.

Henry hated when Victor dragged home a meal.

He shuddered, the warm night air suddenly suffocating. He took another bite of his frozen custard and told himself not to think about it.

He got to the rental house hours later (after somehow mixing up where he’d parked) and Victor was there as promised. 

“So,” said Victor, “there’s this cute little diner in town. We should go there for breakfast.” 

“Yeah, sure.”

Victor frowned. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, I guess. Just tired.” 

“Oh. Well, the bedroom on the right is yours. Goodnight.” Suspicious.

“‘Night.” The drive was pretty draining, so Henry fell asleep quickly.

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Victor dragged him to the diner around nine. He looked a little funny dressed in pants and a hoodie in this weather, but it was sunny out and, well, vampire.

Henry woke up in a much better mood than yesterday. He ordered a short stack of blueberry pancakes with a side of sausage and it was divine.

Victor bid him a good day after breakfast and went to sleep. Henry took the opportunity to spend the rest of the day at the beach. It was a great weather out, and he swam in the ocean a couple times before making it back to the rental. He even splurged and got some barbeque from a place on the boardwalk for lunch.

But soon the sun would be down, and Victor would be hungry. He headed back to the rental house.

After the feeding, he was more worn out than usual. He hadn’t been on a vacation in a while, and he’d forgotten how tiring it was to relax. He went to sleep soon after.

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“Henry. Hey, Henry!” Victor whispered. He groaned and sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. 

“What?” Victor’s red eyes glowed down at him. Victor flashed him a toothy grin. He glanced at the clock. Midnight. And why could he smell pizza?

“I got you a present.” 

“Huh?” 

“Just come see!” Henry stumbled into the living room and flipped the switch.

“Oh my god!”

A guy was tied up and gagged in the middle of the floor. Pizza boxes sat on the table, with a bunch of booze and soda. The man made a frantic sound from behind the gag.

“What the fuck?” he said. Victor flopped on the couch. He titled his head and grinned.

“It’s the man who cut you off earlier. And I also got dinner and that novelty soda you like. The one that tastes like sour candy.”

“Yeah, I can see that.”

Fuck. Again? Victor had never been caught before, but this was insane. 

Why was his life like this? Ugh. Whatever.

He crossed the room and took a slice of pizza. It was amazingly good, actually. It really was true that the best New York style pizza was in New Jersey. He ignored Mr. BMW struggling against the ropes.

He twisted off the cap to the soda and some vodka. He was gonna need it. Henry turned back to the scene to see Victor teasing Mr. BMW. Muffled shouts came from behind the gag.

Henry knew how scary it was, seeing a vampire for the first time. But he couldn’t bring himself to care anymore. It was normal, now.

“I think he wants to say something,” grinned Victor. He plucked the gag from Mr. BMW.

“I- I’m so sorry,” he said, looking back and forth between them. “Please don’t kill me!” he sniffed. Henry shifted, uncomfortable.

“You’re not sorry,” snarled Victor, “You’re just sorry you got caught. Nobody gets to be an asshole to my human. Nobody.”

“It’s just a parking spot, Victor. Not a big deal.” Victor turned to him. He shrank back. 

“You don’t get to decide that,” he said. 

“What-”

“I’m making your life better. Remember that boss you hated? I took care of it. And now you don’t hate your job. This is for you, Henry.” He yanked the man’s hair, baring his neck. 

He sank his teeth into the man, drinking long and deep. Henry’s mind whirled. Had Victor really been killing off everyone who was mean to him? 

Victor finished, the man’s head lolling. 

“Look at him,” purred Victor, voice husky. “He’s still alive. Think he’ll chalk it up to a dream, or pass on to the next life?”

He came close, blood smeared over his mouth. He stepped right up to Henry, taking his chin in hand.

Henry whimpered.

“Don’t be scared,” cooed Victor against his lips. Victor kissed him, copper on his tongue. 

What was happening?

Victor pulled away, pupils blown. His cool hand came to rest on his ass.

“Victor-” he started, but for some reason he couldn’t, didn’t, pull away.

“You’re so beautiful,” he said. A curl of heat smoldered in Henry’s gut. “Three years,” continued Victor, “and I never told you that. Isn’t that strange?”

“Ye- yeah.” Victor pressed a kiss to his throat, mouthing up to just under his jaw.

“Wait-” he said, regaining himself. Victor paused, pulling away. “All those restaurants, all those presents, were- were they-”

“Dates? Yeah,” admitted Victor. “You needed a stronger hint.”

Fuck. He’d seen the way Victor looked at him, the way he waited in the car under a blanket for hours just for Henry to get off work. He thought it was just hunger, and it was, but it was more than that. And Victor was attractive, and mostly kind-

The dying man behind them groaned.

And it was too much. “I don’t want this,” he whispered. Victor stepped away, turning from him.

“Please,” said Henry, “I’m sorry-”

“No, you’re not,” said Victor. His heart sank. Victor was finally going to kill him. 

But then Victor turned, and he didn’t look mad at all. 

“It’s okay,” he said, stepping close again. And his eyes, they were so pretty now. So big and deep, and what was he thinking about? “You just need a little nudge.”

Oh yeah. 

Victor was attractive, and mostly kind, and took him to places he never could have afforded and-

He snorted. His life was already so goddamn weird.

“Sure, why not? It’s not like you’re going anywhere,” said Henry. “Might as well make the most of it.”

“Exactly what I was thinking,” agreed Victor. 

Victor kissed him again, and they fumbled their way to the couch. He wanted Victor, and he wanted him now, witness be damned.

The man was dying anyway.

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Henry woke up the next morning in a great mood. Last night was just… incredible. It was so obvious, he couldn’t believe he missed it.

He snuggled back into Victor’s cool arms. 

Sure, it was fucked up, but who cared? Victor was hot and financially stable (aka rich as hell) and took care of him.

It just made sense.

Maybe he could get a nice car if he asked Victor.

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He was a genius. Just a little nudge. Wasn’t even cheating, really. Charming never worked for so long.

Henry still had his personality the whole night, so it didn’t even count as Charming him. Just a tiny, itty bitty nudge, and his precious little human had finally given in to his wooing. They had a wonderful night of pizza, drinking, and sex. 

So good.

Draining that pesky little boyfriend four years ago had finally paid off. 

He was an asshole anyway.

taglist: @paintedpigeon1

#happy ending? well. theyre both happy at least. #this literally came to me in a dream #also it was definitely more non conny in the dream #so here's the more 'romantic' version. might do the horror version later #ALSO! this is literally set in Ocean City NJ. My family has been vacationing there for generations. #The frozen custard place is Kohr Brothers and the diner is Ready's. the bbq is buddy love's bbq. Highly recommend all 3 #the salt water taffy is shriver's and the pizza is Manco & Manco's (formerlly Mac & Manco's. still salty about that) #the sour soda is found at Just Sugar on the boardwalk and is the Jone's warhead black cherry flavor #yes im serious. good shit! #the amusement park is Castaway Cove #my writing #whump #vampire whumper #creepy whumper #intimate whumper #stalker whumper

[queenimmadolla]

CRUEL SUMMER - ‘85 (PART ONE)

summary: . . . the year Eddie Munson doesn’t give a fuck about not having graduated when he’s gotta save the girl so he can get the girl. (in which Eddie is in ST3 and reader is basically Heather Holloway) ┊ Eddie Munson x Flayed!Reader┊ Main Masterlist - Series Masterlist - PII - PIII

chapter warning: pining, billy hargrove, ‘unrequited’ love, angst, fluff, violence towards reader, insecurity

word count: 2.3k

a/n: yeah, so i started re-watching ST3 for Heather again and immediately started shipping her with Eddie after i started wondering if he had known her. thought about writing a fic for them but for now, i’ll let you have the honors of being in her place ;) i feel like, from what i interpreted, Heather was very eager to please for validation, the girl who wants to fit in (a lot like jenna rink from 13 going on 30 when she’s a teen) so that’s how reader is. don’t know if i want to have reader meet the same fate yet or not, so let’s see how this goes!

“WHAT DID I JUST SAY, CURTIS?” Your voice boomed through the megaphone and the boy in question let the other boy he’d been holding under water back up for air, glaring at you.

“Menace.” You mumbled, adjusting the white oversized sunglasses on your face as your eyes scanned over the crowd to ensure no one else was doing anything obviously stupid.

Clear.

You relaxed back into the life guard chair, happy to be out of the sun. It was getting hotter and hotter every year and all you wanted to do is seek out some air conditioning, but when your mom mentioned to you that Sarah Donahue told her the Hawkins Community Pool was looking for life guards, you saw o p p o r t u n i t y.

See, you had a lot of time on your hands. Your friends were all busy. With each other. They, uh, didn’t really like you all that much. But they were all you had. Clearly, this had been fate because you needed something to do, and the pool needed life guards. Win-win!

You’d gotten the job pretty easily, and for a decent amount of time, too. You worked Tuesday, Thursday, Friday and Sunday mornings. It killed you to be at work by 8am, but it was worth it because it meant you were off at 12, which would give you plenty of time to still hang out with Eddie.

And you actually enjoyed the job. There was something relishing about finally being the one people had to look up to. You could tell someone not to do something and they had to listen to you. The babies were pretty cute, too. The only unpleasant thing was the person who relieved you.

The watch on your wrist beeped, alerting you to your clock out time. You made sure your fanny pack was secured around your red one piece as you climbed down from the post, paying no mind to the married woman primping themselves for the eye-candy.

You knew he’d be on time. He was an asshole, but a punctual asshole. Billy Hargrove. You smacked your gum as the two of you passed each other, always with the usual stare down. Or at least, as close as you could get to having a stare down while both of your eyes were hidden behind sunglasses. You could see every girl doing a double take but you just kept going, eager to take a quick shower so you could be on your way.

Once you’d been scrubbed free of chlorine and you smelled like lemons, you rushed to get dressed, too impatient to dry yourself off completely. There wasn’t anything waiting for you at home, but you weren’t going to stay home. No, you had asked Eddie if he wanted to hang out after you got off of work yesterday, and he agreed. He agreed. Which meant you were meeting Eddie at his trailer as soon as you put your swimsuit in the washer. Once your shoes were on, you threw your backpack on and peddled home as fast as you could, so fast that you beat your best time. You’d just started the washer and were like three steps from the front door when the phone rang. Groaning, you rushed over, answering with a twinge of animosity on your voice, “Hello?” “Wouldn’t be happy to hear from me, either.” He laughed over the line. Your heartbeat rivaled a hummingbird’s wings flapping when you recognized the voice. “Eddie!” “Hey, Sunshine.” He breathed out, you could practically see that soft smile you knew he had on through the phone. “I was just about to head out! Thought I was gonna have to take a message for my parents for a second there.” You joked, twirling the cord of the phone around your finger like some stupid, love sick teenage girl. Which, granted, you were.

“That’s—That’s actually what I called about. I-uh—can’t meet up today. A few last minute business calls. I’m sorry, but I promise I’ll make it up to you. You free after work tomorrow?” Your shoulders sagged in disappointment, but part of you had known it was coming. More often than not, Eddie ended up having to deal during your special hang out time, and it usually ran past your curfew. “Yeah,” The only people who wanted to hang out with you lately were the ones in the soap operas you watched during your free time. And they had to be there. “I’m clearing inventory tonight, and I’m keeping my whole schedule for tomorrow clear. Wait—no, I’m booked. From the moment I get up, to the moment your curfew starts. Meet me at the bench. I’ll be all yours.” God, if only. And he really did mean it. Eddie woke up around the time you got off of work. But even if he woke up at too-fucking early o’clock, he’d wait for you.

“What if something comes up again?” Because it had happened before, too. “Then I will track you down the moment I’m free—regardless of where you are, by the way—and carry you off.”

It was easy to picture Eddie strutting right in the Community Pool, plucking you from your post, and then strutting back out. You could already feel your hope building up, but you needed something a little more concrete. Some reassurance. And Eddie was the only one in your life who ever gave it to you.

“Promise?” Your voice was small, but the barely contained excitement could still be heard.

“I promise.” There wasn’t an ounce of doubt left in you after he said that, the sincerity in his voice piercing right through those troubling thoughts.

“Okay!”

“See you tomorrow, sunshine.” The rest of your day was spent catching up on your soap operas you didn’t know were your soap operas until you realized you were lame enough to be watching daytime television. Even the moms were out and about doing something. Friday had found you in even better spirits, despite the troll in the pool. “HEY! No dunking, Curtis. No. Dunking.” This kid was not about to ruin your record. First of all, you didn’t wanna ever have to give anyone at the pool CPR. You avoided the pool yourself because that was a bunch of piss water, and you weren’t about to put your lips on anything that had been submerged in said piss water.

Once Curtis wasn’t a threat, you went back to ignoring the way-past-middle aged women you kept feeling glaring at you. You knew what they said about you. 

How annoying they thought you were. But it didn’t phase you. 

See, they were just the grown up versions of your friends. Scratch that, they were who your friends were going to become. Eddie had pointed it out one day—and of course it was the one day he visited you at work that the Mothers Grimm chose to be a little bit louder than normal, you were so embarrassed—and you couldn’t stop seeing it. Knowing they were miserable with their lives like that took away any intimidation they may have had over you.

Your watched beep, and like clockwork, you climbed down the post and passed Billy. It was clear he was off his game, most likely hungover. Still, he was finally wearing a shirt so you tossed him a backhanded complimenting he didn’t acknowledge, and made your way to the showers. You were a little thirsty and you’d finished your water already so you were forced to wait in line at the snack bar. This meant your shower would have to be more rushed, just your luck.

As you were rushing towards the girls showers, you heard someone screaming in agony from the boys. It sounded like Billy. You dropped your water bottle and hurried in.

Sure enough, Billy was crumpled against the wall, still wearing his shirt, under the shower. He looked terrified. Sure, you didn’t like the guy and you thought he was a terrible human being, but you didn’t think you could live with yourself if you had the chance to save someone and you didn’t. Had he fallen and hit his head? “Billy?” He didn’t respond, just stared at you. You kneeled down to be eye level with him. “Billy, are you hurt?”

“What?” He gasped out. “I said, are you hurt?” He kept staring at you, like he didn’t understand a thing you were saying. “What’s going on? I heard screaming. Should I call an ambulance?”

Billy tensed up, his face contorting into something that scared you.

You didn’t even have time to wonder why you never seem to have any good luck as he threw himself at you, hand flying over your mouth to muffle your scream before he slammed your head once and hard into the ground.

- You woke up somewhere dark and scary, wrists and ankles bound by some rope that was rubbing aggressively into your skin. Your mouth had been duct taped shut, and you could taste the glue from it on your tongue. Despite the pain in your head, you moved it to the side and whimpered when you saw Billy staring down at you. 

Oh, god. Was he gonna kill you? 

Your brain switched into panic mode and you squirmed hard, trying in vain to break loose. Billy slammed you against the ground, and you winced as he leaned down, whispering into your ear, “Don’t be afraid. It’ll be over soon.” You were gonna piss yourself, you were so terrified. He was gonna kill you, that’s what killer said before they murdered someone.

“Just stay very still.” 

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself not to scream for help when he peeled the tape off of your lips. Billy stood up as you heard growling coming from the right of you. And then something worse than any monster you or even Eddie could have ever imagined emerged from the darkness. It shrieked and closed in. You screamed. And you kept screaming. 

—

Eddie sighed, fingers drumming over the dirty wood. A glance at his watch confirmed another half-hour had passed. It was 3pm. He knew your schedule better than his own. You set your alarm for 6am, but always got up at 7, then you’d manage to get your swimsuit on—and he was that swimsuit’s number one fan, — with those red dolphin shorts that left nothing to the imagination—again, big fan, he was lucky you were oblivious because he was terrible at being discreet—in under fifteen minutes, then you biked there (because you refused to let him give you rides), always arriving ten minutes or less before the Pool opened. Then you got off at 12, tried to be on your bike within 20 minutes, you’d get home around 12:45 because you seem to be awake enough to pedal home faster than you do in the earlier hours, and you’d be out of the house ten minutes later, always meeting him anywhere between 1:15 to 1:20. So yeah, you were a little late. 

He’d been trying to give you some leeway time, but his worry began to boil over. Were you mad at him about yesterday?

He felt like he’d made the wrong decision the second he agreed to it, but one of the basketball players was throwing a party and wanted some amusement. Eddie knew he’d be able to clean store in one go, which meant he’d have more time to spend with you. He had toyed with the idea of inviting you along, but he knew your poor excuses of ‘friends’ would be there, and it hurt him to watch them disregard you like that.

Eddie, like most of the town, knew how badly you wanted to fit in. Even back before the two of you had become friends, when you just knew of each other, it was obvious to him. You always chased the in crowd. They never chased you. However; they did keep you around to take advantage of you. 

But what frustrated Eddie was that you let them. After you two became friends, you had told him that you knew they took advantage of you, that they weren’t your friends, but you wanted to belong so bad that you didn’t care. He wished you could see yourself the way he did. In fact, he was gonna make sure you knew exactly how he saw you. Today, he was gonna tell you how he felt, finally confess that he’s in love with you.

That fondness at first sight during the talent show when you were younger had become something much more intense now.

He was ready for it, had a yearning for it. For you. 

He wasn’t stupid, he knew you returned his feelings. Had seen the way you stared at him when you thought he wasn’t looking, but it was your obvious mannerisms that gave you away. Like how you never waited until he had walked away from the door before you squealed on the other side when he dropped you off at home. 

You’d been waiting all this time for him to see you.

So, he could wait for you. What’s another half hour compared to the rest of your happy, lovesick lives?

-

You never showed up.

#Eddie Munson x reader #Eddie Munson x reader fluff #Eddie Munson reader angst #Eddie Munson x fem!reader #Eddie Munson x black!reader #Eddie Munson fanfic #Eddie munson #Eddie Munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #Eddie Munson imagine #stranger things #stranger things fic #stranger things 3 #stranger things 4

[dirtysvthoughts]

Heyy!!!

Congrats!! I hope you hit your 100th follower soon !! 😽✨ can i request drabble 32 and 109 in a luxury cruise party with jeonghan 😵 once I imagined it , it got me screaming , thanks 💗

dirtysvthoughts hits 100 followers!

a/n: lord, i really should’ve posted this yesterday (cause it was his birthday 🫠), but hey - it’s still his birthweek, so better late than never! i hope you guys enjoy! im gonna try and do my best to get thru the rest of the jeonghan requests by sunday, so we can continue celebrating! 🥳

tags/warnings: female! reader, luxury cruise thingz, established relationship, public sex (not really, but yes really), slight spanking, a bit of dirty talk, lowkey filth, and just han being the cocky mf he can be

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32. “i wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it.”

109. “mine.”

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[08:29 p.m.]

he pushes you against the wall, your back shivering at the contrast of the cold surface, despite how hot you were right now. he slots your leg in between his crotch, further adding to the wetness in your panties. you moan out at the feeling as he hikes your dress up past your waistline, your dress straps beginning to fall.

“j-jeonghan..” you bury your face into his neck, kissing him with such fever and vigor he thought he would pass out. he pulls you in even tighter, trying his best to hide how easily turned on he was getting.

how did you two even end up in this situation? the both of you were invited to a party for one of your friends, and they decided to go all out and rent out a cruise ship. it was a black-tie party and everyone was dressed to the nines in the most expensive brands. you and jeonghan were definitely the couple of the evening - his slick-back hair and all black suit & tie and your daring choice of a backless, high-slit gown had everyone’s eyes turning.

to jeonghan, there was something so sexy about you tonight that pushed him to take you somewhere private. was it you in your dress? was it how beautiful you looked under the night sky? was it how he knew other men would want to talk to you (or take you home), but they couldn’t knowing you were already taken? whatever it was, he just wanted to show you how much he adored you.

he enticingly whispered in your ear about how much he wanted you, and who were you to say no when you also wanted to do some things to him? you followed him as he took your hand and led you to an empty area on one of the higher floors of the ship.

“what is it baby?” he asks smirking at how riled up you are. he grabs your ass and lightly smacks it, rubbing you afterwards.

“want you to do m-more..” you manage to get out as he continues to feel you up. you could never get enough of his touch.

“oh, my baby wants more does she?” he chuckles as he slides you straps all the way down, your breasts coming into his view. you gasp at the cold air hitting you and at his tongue licking your nipples. you gently push his head in further to give him more access.

“f-fuck, hannie…” you moan out and he comes back up and kisses you on your lips, your eyes and lips begging for more once he pulls away.

“i think your ready for me baby.. that pretty pussy of your has to be soaking wet by now. i wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it.” now, he pulls your dress completely off leaving you in only your panties and heels.

“is that a promise?” you ask, your hands unbuttoning his suit pants, taking his dick out. he twitched at how bold you were becoming. he turns you around so your ass was facing him, bending you over while holding your waist.

“keep acting up and someone will see your imprint on that glass,” he says using his spit for lube before he enters inside of you.

“mine,” is the last thing you hear once he enters inside of you, as everything turns white while he fucks you good and hard. with your loud moans and sound of skin slapping, it’s a wonder that you two haven’t been caught yet.

you can quickly feel your orgasm approaching the harder and faster he goes.

“han, han - h-haaa,” his name falls off your tongue into a silent scream as you cum all over his dick, your juices staining parts of his suit pants, and if you still had your dress on - it’d probably be ruined.

jeonghan turns you around and presses his lips into yours, his hands roaming your naked body and slyly going up to your wet folds, two of his fingers entering inside. he moans at how wet you still are after being completely fucked out.

“h-huh?” you ask completely out of it, nowhere near coming down from your amazing high.

“did i ever say we were done?” he chuckles as he wipes your lips. “who knows, i might actually fuck you up against that glass over there. we’re not done until someone kicks us off this cruise.”

#seventeen imagines #seventeen smut #seventeen x reader #svt x reader #svt imagines #seventeen imagine #svt smut #seventeen x female reader #jeonghan x reader #jeonghan smut #jeonghan imagines #jeonghan imagine #dsvtt: answered asks

[lacyscabinet]

Can you do a nat x sister reader. Like the reader has a panic attack after a fight with their dad or something dramatic like that and big sister nat comforts them?

A/N: love this. I think big sis Nat is so cute and it's also a nice dynamic given her family situation. At first I was thinking about a headcanon but in the end I think that a one-shot fits this request wayyyyyy better. Hope u enjoy <3

MASTERLIST

Warnings: abusive parents, violence, panic attack

Sisters

Staying at home when Natalie wasn't there was one of your biggest fears, your father was unpredictable, one moment he could be watching TV in the living room getting drunk on cheap beer and the other he could be beating you up for walking too loudly.

Not that he would control himself when Nat was around, but usually, she had the strength to fight back, most of the time ending up worsening the situation, but still it felt safe to have her.

You were laying on your bed in your tiny bedroom when he stormed in, you instantly flinched and shot up from your resting position

"Hey honey, how was school?" He said, maybe, in another situation, in another household, it would've sounded like a question a caring father could ask his daughter.

You could smell the stench of alcohol even feet away from him.

"Good... I had a project" you answered, trying to close the conversation and make him go away

Instead, he stepped closer, wobbling slightly, "You weren't home yesterday when I came back"

You could feel a heated argument on the way, you felt scared.

"Yes...I was with my friends" you answered, extremely careful with your words

"Don't lie to me y/n" his tone starting to grow stern

You shook your head quickly "I'm not lying dad" you said calmly trying not to worsen the situation

He chuckled, but there wasn't any humor in his voice "You're just like your sister, lying, sneaking around, I bet you were somewhere with some boy, god, I was hoping at least one of my daughters wasn't going to turn out a slut, but guess what honey, you are just like your sister"

You could feel tears forming in your eyes, your hands starting to shake "No...I wasn't with any boy...and Nat, she's not..."

And before you could finish the sentence a sharp slap across your face caused you to lose your balance

"Are you talking back now!? Don't you dare talk back to me!" He spit at your face

"No... I..." you tried to defend yourself and his hand gripped at your wrist tightly, pulling you up from the floor

"Shut. the. fuck. Up." He yelled and slammed you against the wall, causing your head to hit the coat hanger.

Now that you were helpless on the floor, he started to kick, one, two, three, endless kicks.

Eventually he got tired and walked back to the living room, but not before shouting "If you keep sneaking around I WILL kill you Y/N"

You were left alone on the bedroom floor, with a bloody nose and a throbbing head, you let the tears stream freely now, big fat water drops falling down your cheeks and onto your wrinkled shirt.

Your hands were still shaking, and it only got worse, your breath becoming labored, knees riding up to your chest and your aching head nestled between your knees.

When Natalie got home your dad was gone and your mom was passed out on the couch, as soon as she got into the trailer she went straight to her room.

But when she passed your bedroom she heard your muffled cries and immediately opened the door

You were curled up on yourself, some stuff was scattered around your room and god, you were beat up

"Hey, what...what happened?" Nat asked, fearing the answer, making the big mistake of stepping closer and placing a hand on your trembling shoulder

At that you flinched and let out a terrified gasp.

"Okay, shhhhh... it's me, it's just me Y/N, me and no one else" she said slowly, not to startle you any further "can I hold you?"

You looked up, it was really just her, looking at you with concern.

You nodded and she softly pulled you in her arms, trying to shush your cries and cradling your shaking frame "It's okay, you're okay"

After a few minutes your sobs turned into soft sniffling, you rested your head on your sister's shoulder, then she broke the silence"Y/n what happened?" She asked, and after a few seconds she added "What did he do?"

You looked up at her "He got mad...and he just..." your eyes closed, trying to wipe away the memories.

She simply rubbed your back, feeling powerless.

There was nothing she could do to make things better and this was eating her inside.

That night she let you sleep in her bed to make you feel safe, trying to shield you from the harsh reality you were living in.

A/N: Dear anon, I hope this was enjoyable, for me this was one of the best requests I've gotten this far.

#natalie scatorccio x reader #natalie scatorccio #yellowjackets #nat scatorccio #nat scatorccio x reader #nat scatorccio x #natalie scatorccio x y/n #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets x you #writers on tumblr

[papilongsocks]

Robin Arellano x FEM!reader pt.2

tags: alternate universe, AU, (soon) fluff, time-skips, (soon) flashbacks , confessions, fighting, heartbreak, angst, past trauma? (swear warning!!) (i also have no idea how US schools work so sorry in advance if somethings completely wrong-😭)

description: you moved from your old home town after your father had passed. your life back there wasn't the greatest and you had moved to Denver to "start over". you begin to fall slowly for robin. hanging out regularly, and patching him up after fights. (no grabber - only use of the characters!!)

y/n // pov

the rain had been pouring all day. I couldn't sleep last night due to the fact it was bucketing down. It crashed loudly against the roof above me all night, as I tossed and turned wishing I could just zone it out like I could with everyone else, but I couldn't. my eyes felt droopy the next day, and my face looked drained as fuck. I made my way downstairs after getting changed and left my coat by the door. I entered the kitchen to see my mother making food while Brandon (her bf) sat at the table reading the newspaper with his glasses on.

"good morning sweetheart", my mother spoke turning to look at me holding the bowl in her hands

"morning", I yawned sitting opposite Brandon.

"how was your sleep?", she asked breaking the silence

"absolute shit.", I yawned again and sunk my head into my arms on the table

"language", brandon spoke looking up at me

I rolled my eyes with my face still covered by my arms and sat up to look at him. He continued to read the newspaper when my mother placed a plate of scrambled eggs and orange juice In front of me. I hurriedly began eating my breakfast and rushed out the door, putting my coat on.

as I began walking down to the bus stop, a familiar face caught my eye as he sat down shivering and looking down at his feet. it was the baseball kid that hit me in the face yesterday. I sat beside him looking down the foggy street, waiting for the bus to finally arrive. the bruising in my nose had sort of died down, and I was glad because I looked absolutely stupid yesterday. I soon glanced back over at the baseballer.

"hi",I said tilting my head slightly to get a better view of his face. he looked over to me

"oh..hello", he began playing with the strange rocket toy in his hands and speaking again,"is your uhm nose okay..? I seriously didn't intend on hitting you in the face yesterday.."

"were you 'intending' to hit somewhere else?", I chuckled

he shook his head as he spoke,"no! not at all! I didn't mean it like that"

"I'm kidding nimrod. my nose is fine",I smiled noticing the bus approach it's destination to pick us up. I stood up from the seat and pulled my bag over my back. the boy did the same.

"I'm Finney by the way",he spoke walking behind me.

"y/n", I smiled again walking to the seats in the back. he seemed to follow and sat down next to me quietly

I began looking around the bus at all the new faces I had no time to look at last time. I noticed a brown haired girl sitting in front, that Finney couldn't keep his eyes off of. she was sitting alone reading peacefully out of some sort of journal. I glared at her then back at Finn.

"who's that?",I whispered low enough for him to hear

he gulped and pointed forward in confusion, "her?"

I nodded and he began to flush the same darkish red color as her shirt.

"Donna."

his blushing made me catch on soon enough.

"you like her?"

his eyes widened. he didn't respond with anything but instead looked down to his shoes again.

"you so do",I smugly grinned, him now covering his face in embarrassment.

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my last class had been English. I found out that Finney had been in my class yesterday, when he was constantly looking over at me, feeling guilty for what he had accidentally done. throughout the whole class and when he got to see me, he was constantly apologizing. when he finally gave in to your apology accepting, He decided that he wanted to introduce me to his sister Gwen at lunch so we headed down to the cafeteria where they usually sat. I watched as many children rushed in different directions. all eager to get out of the halls. as we walked, I had noticed the robin boy standing in front of his open locker looking down at something that looked to be a note of some sort?

"hi robin!", Finney began to call out to him making me feel tense inside. he knew robin?

robin looked over his shoulder at Finney, crumbling up the paper in his hand and tossing it to the back of his locker.

"hey Finn", robin smiled awkwardly before looking at me.

"hi robin", I spoke with a small wave

"er- hi-"

"y/n.",I smiled folding my arms across my chest.

"we're heading to the lunch room, wanna come?",Finney asked breaking their conversation.

"I'll meet you there soon, someone's waiting for me right now, I won't be long", he smiled awkwardly again tightening his grasp around his backpack straps.

"alright then, see you?", Finney turned and began walking beside me once again. he rambled on about how sorry he was again, before we arrived at his usual table. a small girl with pig tails sat eating half of a sandwich, next to Donna. I looked over at Finney who seemed to be very surprised she was sitting at their table.

"hi Donna",he gulped sitting down Infront of them.

"hi Finney",she smiled making him flush pink again.

I sat down beside Finney, silently opening my bag and pulling out a sandwich of my own.

"who's this?", Gwen spoke looking at me

"y/n!", Finney smiled ,"she's the girl I hit in the face yesterday.",he looked down to his feet

"let it go Finney! im fine",I chuckled, making Donna giggle too.

"your name is very pretty", Gwen smiled putting down the food in her hand

"thank you, yours is very pretty too!"

Finney began talking to gwen and Donna, as I sat quietly listening in on what they were saying. when I felt the urge to use the bathroom.

"hey guys, I'll be right back", I mumbled getting up and grabbing my bag. "alright, bye y/n!", Gwen waved I exited the cafeteria waving behind me at them. as I walked down the half empty halls, I struggled to find the bathrooms. where could they be? my eyes then caught a glimpse of two signs. bathroom signs! thank god. thankfully the rain had stopped during English and I walked towards the brick building splashing slightly in the puddles, not knowing which bathroom I had entered. when I turned the tight corner I saw Robin, and the same boy from yesterday arguing face to face. they were inches away from touching, when moose pushed him into the wall resting his arm against robins neck. I presume this is the boys toilets. I watched from the entrance of the bathroom, hoping They wouldn't notice i was there.

robin spat in his face, before kneeing him square in the groin. this made the sightly larger boy whimper in pain. he fell back squinting his eyes pushing through the pain and standing up again before robin could do anymore damage. the two of them began bawling fists and holding them In front of their faces. moose went for the swing. robin quickly ducked and swung right back. he hit him in the jaw causing him to crunch over holding his face. robin kicked moose's head backwards making him fall once again. blood spilled from his head and mouth just like yesterday. you'd think this guy would have learnt his lesson hm?

"oi!",I shouted not knowing what to say next

robin looked up to see me standing there, clearly not satisfied with the little amount of damage he had done to moose.

he also seemed like he didn't know what to say. so we both just stood there in complete silence as the bleeding boy sobbed silently. I glanced down at the fresh blood on robins knuckles, when I heard the noise of more boys entering the room. I froze even more then I was before. robin did too. the people that entered noticed the blood covered boy sitting In front of us ,then me. they didn't seem to happy.

robin began approaching me calmly, grabbing my wrist and pulling me out of the bathroom. he began running after hearing the noise of the boys yell something from inside. his hand still wrapped around my wrist dragging me along till we reached the edge of the field behind a large tree.

I struggled catching my breath, as robin as only focused on the three boys now looking for him. he didn't seem scared tho, what so ever.

"what the fuck dude",I coughed leaning my hands on my knees

"what the fuck? I could say the same to you! 'what the fuck' were you doing in the boys toilets! can't you read or something? or were you following me?"

"I didn't know that that was the boys toilets!",I faught off the urge to laugh.

"the sign clearly said 'boys' did it not!?"

"I wasn't paying attention, I was busting!"

he rolled his eyes and shook his head, hiding a quite obvious smile.

"what the hell did that other dude even do?",you questioned breaking the tense silence

"he's a prick. always making fun of people. especially Finney",he spoke,"he started it yesterday and came back for round two. it's like he's obsessed with me!",he then laughed again "does Finney know about this?" "no. and he doesn't particularly need too", robin huffed sitting against the slightly still wet tree and resting his arms on his knees. when i noticed his knuckles again. "you're bleeding.", I spoke sitting beside him and grabbing his hand in my own. I examined his hand closely before reaching into my bag and pulling out my water bottle. "may i?" , I said looking up at him, he nodded quickly looking away i ran the water over his knuckles making him close his eyes slightly. i then grabbed the spare shirt i had in my bag, tearing it and wrapping it firmly around his hands. he lay his head back against the tree and looked up at the dripping leaves. "there.", i smiled moving a little further from him "thank you", he looked over to me smiling a little in return. "I should head back to Finney and the others", i spoke standing up, "you still coming?" he nodded getting up in front of me. we began walking back to the cafeteria in complete silence looking at each other from time to time. "y/n!", Gwen yelled seeing us enter the cafeteria and we sat down. everyone seemed happy to see us. "hi", i smiled sitting beside the girls and began listening to them talk again while noticing Robin frantically looking around in case of teachers and Moose's goons. this kid is trouble.

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A Charming Journey Home part 3

I just had to... I mean, it's been awhile but finally, got down to writing SOMETHING. suggestions welcome, please! As always, the dirty story is under the cut.

It wasn’t even three days, and you had noticed an uptick in customers with Sons vests at the bar. It was clear that they were keeping an eye on you and Amanda, or something was brewing with the other guys that they kept meeting. You weren’t too sure but you could lip-read conversations if they didn’t lurk in the dark corners. You gathered snatches of information, and something was gonna go down soon. You felt weird, but safer with a little extra information tucked away in your brain. 

It was a few weeks before you got dragged to another party by Amanda. She had been abandoned by her usual partying buddy, she had been arrested for something or other, and you had been available that night, your parents taking the kids out camping for the weekend up north. 

You took care this time, to wear something even sexier than last time. This time, you actually kind of hoped you’d see Chibs and his friend Tig. You decided you’d tolerate more of the parties, if it meant you’d get to hear the Scotsman for more than a few seconds in passing. His soulful eyes did something to you every time you saw them aimed in your direction, and you wondered what exactly had made them so full of feeling. You prayed Amanda wouldn’t fuck this up for you. Your life was yours to fuck up, not hers. 

“You haven’t worn that in years. I’m surprised you could fit in that.” Amanda said with a giggle as you got into her car. You just rolled your eyes and shook your head as you put on the seatbelt and leaned back in the seat as Amanda shot out of the parking space. 

“In a hurry?” you asked as you sipped at an energy drink. Amanda nodded, murmuring her plan of trying to get there early enough to get her picks and work them over and see if she could get in good with any of the prospects, or the higher-ups. She had set her goals high, hoping to land Jax now that he and Tara were on some kind of a break, but you weren’t too sure if that goal was reachable. You had a vague feeling that Amanda was on the warpath for something, and you wanted to stay far, far away from whatever hot mess that was guaranteed to explode.  

An hour after you and Mandy had arrived, you had been helping Gemma and Cherry with some of the final details for the party while Mandy had been lolling around with some prospects and keeping them distracted with her bullshitting and her boobs.

“So you’re a friend of Amanda? I kind of remember you guys from way back. At least, I remember that shitty  jeep.” Gemma asked slyly, leaning over the bar. You nodded with a shrug. “Yeah, you guys were hard to forget, weren’t you the one stealing Jack Daniels from the store?”

“Yeah, I kinda was. With the Pall malls. Mandy was more the vodka type.” you said with a half laugh. “Still have that shitty jeep though, it still works thanks to your boys.” 

“I knew I saw it! Welcome back.” Gemma said with a laugh, pouring you a shot. “About some time some class blew through here. Not to shit on anyone, but these girls…” Gemma tilted her head, indicating that Amanda was just one of a dozen women surrounding various members. There was nothing distinctive, or nothing to set her apart from any of the other crow-eaters. 

“Well, I’m just like anybody. I mean, no one is that special.” you said with a chuckle swinging back the shot. 

“You’re normal. You’re one of us, I suppose. Saw you with those cute kids yesterday.” Gemma said with a smile. “You got your shit together. That’s what I like to see.” You were surprised to hear approval from Gemma, but it was clear you weren’t a member of the Sons or anything, but it was nice to hear that you passed muster and could be accepted in some kind of …. Thing, you thought vaguely, unsure of what exactly this was. 

“The twins are nine, Donal and Dean. Shane’s six.” you told Gemma with a proud smile, showing a few photos you kept on your phone. Shane, Dean and Donal all smiled up at you, either beaming proudly or making silly faces. “They were born in Ireland. I just.. Finally managed to get home a while ago. It’s been…a journey back home.” you said with a slight grimace as you put away the phone and nodded for a real drink, not a shot. 

Gemma shot you an understanding look as she listened to your brief and edited story,  you giving her the highlights of Connor and Ireland, of how he had promised you so much and didn’t deliver squat, instead chose to hang his cut in someone else’s flat for quite some time, and made sure you didn’t forget ‘your place’. It had been nightmarish for a while, but you had finally gotten up enough courage and money to make it out of Ireland, thanks to a visiting priest who had been an Army medic, a lifetime ago, named  Father Mulcahy. He had given you the last few hundred dollars you needed, and finagled you and the children on his flight out of Ireland, calling you his daughter and the kids his grandchildren to the airport worker’s faces. You still kept in touch with him, since he had literally saved Shane’s life with his knowledge and skills, and even his creative finagling of the truth. 

“He was a retired army chaplain, and somehow got us on a flight out of Ireland the next day. Just packed up the kids and clothes and left everything behind. I still talk with him sometimes on the phone, and the kids like him. They call him Grandad, and he’s still helping out sometimes with Shane.” you said, not wanting to get in too deep with what happened to Shane. It was still fresh sometimes, and you didn’t want to ruin the night. Gemma seemed to understand, the both of you sharing knowing looks. 

“Ireland ruins things.” Gemma said simply, shaking her head and sending sidelong glances to Jax, who was leaning against Opie, the two of them chatting up some of the Caracas girls that had come to the party. Mandy was looking cranky at not being the center of attention, so you decided to make a lap and see if you could distract Mandy before she started trouble. She was sidling up to Jax and Opie, making sure she was part of the girls that were hanging off of them, at least, and making sure her boobs were in someone’s face.

“Hey baby, come here.” A prospect called out with a grin, moving up from a crouch at the pool table. “Gotta get me some luck o’ the irish over here.”

“I ain’t a leprechaun.” you said with a scoff, shaking your head and smirking at the prospect, whose face flushed pink. “I don’t give out my lucky charms.” you mocked the accent, shoving past him to walk up towards the small crowd. You picked up a bottle from the table, still sealed and intact, from Tig’s hand who had been busy trying to get busy with a caracas girl. 

“Hey bitch, fancy seeing you here, I thought you'd be with Gemma at the bar all night.” Amanda snarked, tilting her head and smirking at you saucily. You shrugged and watched Jax with Opie, and snuck a smile over at Tig and Chibs, raising your bottle up to them, Tig finally noticing his lack of beverage. You giggled and stuck out your tongue playfully at Tig, and popped open the bottle, the fizz tickling your nose as you took a decent sip. You could see Tig’s eyes sparking with mischief and interest, as well as Chibs’ eyes. 

“What are you doing? You’re just being annoying.” Amanda said with a roll of her eyes. “That’s not even sexy. You’re not even blowing the bottle- like this.” Amanda stuck her bottle in front of your face and then she turned slightly, making eye contact with as much men as she could, her tongue sliding along the bottle and slurping it slightly. Your brows rose up with amusement and you just giggled, hiding your smile behind your bottle, as you edged further from her. 

“I think less is more, probably- I mean, you’re competing against this.” you said to Amanda gently, nudging her towards two girls who were working the bar, doing belly-button shots with Bobby and Piney, and another was flat out giving a blowjob to one of the prospects. Amanda wrinkled her nose and turned towards the pool table where Half-sack was busy racking them up with Happy and Juice. 

“These boys are better anyway.” Amanda said in a snotty tone, and you shrugged, taking a swig of your beer and licking your lips as you let Amanda wander off towards the pool table, making sure to draw attention by taking off her top, hollering for more shots. You let out a sigh, taking another sip as you wandered off to the couch where you had last seen Chibs and Tig. 

“I promise I'm the good one this time around.” You found yourself whispering in Chibs’s ear, leaning forward, your thighs against the back of the couch as you stood in between him and Tig, as girls gyrated around them as music blasted. 

“What?”

You repeated yourself, laughing at the irony of the situation, you promising to be a good girl, with a beer in your hand that you had stolen from Tig earlier. “I’m not even tipsy enough yet.” you hollered as Tig turned, smirking. 

“We need to remedy that, sugar.” he said as he leaned back, holding up a small shot glass of amber liquid that you instantly recognized as whiskey. 

“Bring it on, Tiggy.” you said with a nod as you held up the shot glass, winking at Chibs. “If Scotty here can keep up.”

“I sure can, darling.” Chibs said smoothly, and you somehow blanked after that. All you remembered were his brown eyes glinting with mischief, Tig’s rough curls brushing against your breast as he licked up errant drops of whiskey that had run down your throat and into your cleavage,, and Chibs’s hot mouth claiming yours after a second shot of whiskey.

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