#scary and scar-y boy!!!

[oh-koenig-my-koenig]

(to the tune of Avril Lavigne's sk8terboi)

He was a human battering ram.

She was a recon sniper.

Can I make it any more obvious?

Headcannons - Fit for a King - König x fem!OC fanfic

Instead of making a y/n fic, I decided to create an original female character because I ususally write all of my stuff in POVs. Due to posting the chapters often right after I've written them some of the context and the characterization might not be explicit in every single piece, some of the information is only gonna get revealed down the road.

(TW: alcoholism, death, violence)

Karina Müller is almost 30 years old, she served in the Norwegian military from right after school until the death of her brother who was KIA on a mission together. She fell off the wagon after that, feeling responsible for his death and effectively being shunned by her family after that. Her pick of poison was alcohol and it got so bad that she more than once was drunk on the job which led to her getting kicked out.

The years after that she spent getting help, trying to get clean and going back to a civilian life, but the military was what she knew, so the civilian jobs didn't stick and she started to work as a mercenary, now a dry alcoholic. Which might be an issue for some contractors, but KorTac doesn't really bat an eye.

She's a compassionate person who loves to laugh, she's seen enough shit not to take any from her teammates and can stand her ground when faced with any challenge thrown her way. She's still working through some stuff, coming to terms with her past, but she has an optimistic spirit and a strong will.

Even though the Colonel seems scary at first, she learns pretty quickly that he is to be respected in training and on the battlefield, but on a personal level he's really not that bad. The 6'10'' killing machine, Austrian war criminal (insert "what murdeeer?!"-meme here) is quite an anxious person when it comes to basic human interaction.

Shouting orders at his team, stomping his enemies into the ground is more comfortable to him than just talking about mundane stuff with other people, he mostly keeps to himself (except for Horangi because that little shit would never leave him alone). And for the first time in a long time, Müller makes him wish that he could just go up to people and strike up a normal conversation like a normal person (don't we all).

König is 38 years old (we don't know his full name) and has the biggest metalhead dad vibes without actually having any children himself (his favourite band is Death, although he listens to a bunch of different ones, it's also their merch shirt Müller steals in "Are you wearing my t-shirt?").

When he started out in the military, he shaved his long metalhead hair off because that was the way to go back then, but he let it grow back when he was older and already Colonel. He has gauged ears and a plethora of tattoos all over his body because the soft pain of body modifications and working out until he almost passes out are his ways of dealing with his anxiety and stress. His body is a testament to that.

He has a huge scar on the right side of his face from when he got beaten to a pulp by his bullies at school, something he never let happen again after that (five on one was really unfair). His nose has been broken two times and sometimes his tattoos get destroyed by battle injuries, but he doesn't really care about that - or his looks in general. He's a soldier and not a model.

So the reason why he's always wearing the selfmade hood is not the scar. He prefers not to show his feelings to others, staying hidden underneath the mask for his own comfort, even if it makes him scarier also in situations where he doesn't want to be.

(CW: some nsfw headcannons ahead, talk about not wanting to have children) They're both switches, though König is leaning more on the Dom-side while Müller is a sub who likes to brat a little too much, just to see her man falter (for example when she calls him a good boy in random scene #1).

Müller is bisexual, something she discovered when serving in an all-women-taskforce of the Norwegian military (we don't really know about König's sexuality though). She decided a long time ago that she doesn't want to have children (she doesn't see herself leaving service again anytime soon and given her past, she doesn't see herself fit to become a mother), so she got her tubes tied. Which also comes in handy when a certain Colonel's favourite pasttime (well, actually second favourite) is leaving creampies inside her (no 'unexpected pregnancy' trope in this household).

König definitely eats pussy for his own pleasure, begging Müller to let him eat her out in "Sit" or losing a little friendly competition for a sexual favour in "But no funny business" (oh and he definitely steals her panties at any chance he gets). She's totally not opposed to servicing him as well, but the size of his dick makes this a whole endeavour (like seen in "Open wide, Prinzessin").

They match each other's energy pretty well, just going at it like rabbits at every chance they get, which sometimes proves to be difficult as they're sneaking around in secret.

Their arrangement is kind of a fuckbuddy/fwb-situation, they fuck hard and rough, without ever really kissing (the mask stays on), but after a while feelings start to get in the way... After all they do belong together <3

Read more at the Fit for a King - Masterlist or keep an eye out for the AO3 link - coming soon.

#könig #könig cod #könig mw2 #konig #konig cod #konig mw2 #könig x fmc #könig fanfiction #cod mw2 smut #könig smut #konig smut #cod smut #female oc

[fandomnerd9602]

Wanda and Y/N guide their crying toddlers out of the sanctum Sanctorum…

Strange: what? You said you wanted scary!

Wanda: scary. Not scarred for life!!

Y/N: Strange you better run.

Strange: why?

Wanda flares red as the scarlet crown sets on her head.

Wanda: you made my boys cry…run

The cloak leaves Strange and the doctor flees…

Y/N: and somehow my wife got hotter!

#marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu fandom #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrect marvel quotes #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximommy #wanda maximilf #scarlet witch #halloween #marvel Halloween

[moonyswife]

Coffee Talk

Remus Lupin x reader

Warnings: Pure fluff, a bit of kissing and probs a bit of bad grammar.

06.26 AM

Dark clouds painted the sky, winter snow littered the ground outside, the freezing air was kept outside by the strong facade of the Potter Mansion. WInter break was coming to an end soon, as would her invitation to the Potter's, and as much as she missed the castle, the end of the mini vacation to James's with all their friend group for break was something she didn't want to end soon, or ever truthfully.

Y/m laid restless on her makeshift made on the guest room that was the designated "girl room", even though she shared a dorm with these lovely girls, they where incredibly more annoying during any kind of break, Marlene's snores where getting louder by the second, Mary kept talking in her sleep, Lily was way to clingy (they had to share a bed, because Lily agreed to come [begrudgingly] at the last minute).

With no room to breathe and uncomfortable, y/n got up, grabbed a blanket and with no care of being quiet left the room, these girls deserved to be disrupted, they deserved to be bothered, but alas, they where still fast sleep.

It was way to early too be up he sky was still awfully dark, she should be sleeping under a huge comfoter with her teddy and fuzzy socks, sadly she found herself laying on the couch with only a blanket to protect her from the freezing cold of the Potter's living room.

06:57 AM

A crack on the floor woke y/n up, she hadn't even realized she fell sleep, startled she sat up and cursed herself for not bringing her wand along, adjusting her eyes to find out whose face it was in the dark, it spoke.

“Shit! Merlin, you scared me” Remus Lupin himself was the face she couldn’t see, what a shame she thought, he has a gorgeous face.

“I know I’m not the best looking sleeper, but I don’t think I can get scary” her lame joke earned a small laugh from him. Worth it.

“You know I didn’t mean it like that” his voice was raspy, she figured it was from sleeping. “What are you doing here anyways? Why are we sleeping on the couch?”

“Could ask the same thing” She replied, “The girls are giving me hell, I have no idea how I can keep up with ‘em all year, what about you?”

He gave her a smile, the one that makes his dimples noticeable and the scar on his nose widen, the one that makes girls like her swoon at the sight of it, the one that he usually keeps hidden, the one that he secretly reserves for her.

“Same thing, the boys are incredibly annoying, god knows I’ve put up with them for five whole years, I need a break, plus, James’s room is way too cluttered for four guys to be able to sleep in.”

She hummed in response, “sit down, don’t just stand there by the doorway, it’s creepy”

Remus blushed he didn’t even realized that he was standing there so tense, he suddenly felt utterly aware of himself, of his tight pijama pants that were way too short on him, of his old shirt with holes in it that he was way to attached to to throw out, of his tussled hair, of the exposed skin littered with scars, he was in pajamas in front of her. Sure she was too, but she looked great, like always.

"Mmm, you scared the sleepiness out of me... What about an early breakfast?"

Honestly she was still pretty tired, but it has been a while since they could share a moment alone, ever simce they've left hogwarts the whole group has been glued together, it has been hard to have one on one conversations, not that she needed to, but there was something brewing inside of her anytime she talked with Remus alone, they both felt it, she was sure, but neither made the move.

"Sure, I really need a coffee" She said making her way into the kitchen.

"I'm more of a tea kind of guy, but I'll join you with a cup." He tried to make it sound non chalantly, but he really despised coffee, he only drank it when she was around, ever since that time in third year he obliged to grab a cup with her because he lied and told her he loved it to impress her.

Comfortable silence fell upon them as they made coffee, shuffling around the kitchen trying to be quiet, smal huffs and giggles filled the now warm kitchen, y/n couldn't help but smile anytime she looks at him, he was the most beautiful man on earth.

"Wat'cha looking at" He said grinning like a devil.

"You"

"Me? What's so interesting about me?"

"Stop messing with me, Remus, you know." Hopefully her cheeks would not be as red as they felt.

"Know what?." he was getting cheeky, she diverted her eyes from his face, suddenly the cup of coffee was the most intersting thng in the world.

"C'mon, look at me," He said as he tilted her chin upwards to look at him. Merlin he was tall. "Don't get shy on me all of a sudden, What's wrong?"

"Why don't you have a girlfriend?" it was a stupid question, she hoped that the answer was what she wanted, still, weird thing to ask.

He laughed "What? Why? Why do you care?"

"I asked first, like, really, how come the cutest guy in all of hogwarts is still single?"

because all I've ever wanted was you, he wanted to yell.

"I don't know, I don't really care for it" he lied, "Why don't you have a boyfriend, I've heard about guys interested in you" he tried to play his bitterness for friendly banter, he wasn't sure it worked.

She hummed "Well none of them are my type, y'know"

She looked at him in a way that would've made Remus's knees buckle it he wasn't standing against the kitchen island.

"Well whats your type?" Sudden braveness.

"Well, there's this guy and he's exactly my type" she said in a such a dreamy way that made Remus want to die, jealousy filled his chest.

"yeah, he's so dreamy, and cute and pretty" she liked the way that made him mad, he's the smartest person she knows, but he's stil just a boy, a very dense one at that. "he loves to wears old wooly sweaters, he loves fantasy and children books but pretends to only read philosophy to seem more nuanced" she looked into his eyes and held his hands, he squeezed them. "He loves tea, but he pretends to like coffee to impress the girl he likes" she laughed as her hands moved from his hands to his chest and finally to his neck.

He put his shaky hand on her hips, "Kiss me"he pleaded. She happily obliged.

Her heart skipped a thousand beats and she was sure she passed out for a second. It was perfection, the way his hand squeezed her waist as he deepens the kiss, how he hummed in her mouth when she tugged at his sandy curls, hours could've gone by, they wouldn't have cared.

Sadly they had to breathe so she broke the kiss, nose to nose and holding each other, they locked eyes as they fall into a fit of laughter.

"Okay.... so... we're on the same page, I think" she said as the laughter broke down.

"Yeah, I think we are" he grabbed her hand. Y/n yawned "Oh Merlin, what time is it?"

The clock signals:

07:38 AM

"Still pretty early to be up" he says, the coffee long forgotten.

"Mmm, want to cuddle and make out in the couch 'til the others wake up" she said hugging his side.

"I'd like that very much" he said pulling her out of the kitchen and into the living room couch.

10:05 AM

"OH MERLIN MY EYES!!!" A familiar voice woke them up. "JAMES! MOONY AND Y/N HAVE DEFILED YOUR COUCH!"

"Don't be stupid, Sirius, you woke them up" Lily's nagging followed.

Y/n had made no attemp to get up, to hell with them, she was comfortable, her arms around Remus's neck and his around her waist, theur legs tangled with each other's, slowly morphing into one.

"My Lilyflower's right, pads" James said. "Let them sleep, god knows it's been long enough with the yearning and the crushes and the longing glances. And they're way too much of cowards to do anything in some else's place, our Moony is a proper glenteman."

Remus flushed,but tried to keep quiet, he didn't care their mates were mocking them, all he cared about was his girl and his girl was cuddled up against him.

With a last kiss (momentarily), they dozed off again.

#remus lupin #remus lupin x reader #remus x reader #remus fluff #marauders #remus lupin x you #harry potter

[akiranzee]

❤️ • ° ` — “HATE TO LOVE YOU”

-> PAIRINGS: Sanemi Shinazugawa x f!Hashira!Y/n -> SUMMARY: You like him, but he hates you. Or so you think. -> WORD COUNT: 2.0k+ -> CONTAINS: fluff, a little cursing, a little suggestive (it’s js 1 paragraph lol), sanemi is 21 & reader is 19. -> A/N: this was sitting in my drafts for quite a while LMAO. anw, i’m gonna change some things here; genya got killed by his mother, so meaning only sanemi survived.

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It was that time of season, which you hated most, feeling all cold and shivering.

“Y/n-san!” Someone called out to you, only to reveal the kind boy you have met back at the Hashira meeting.

“Oh, Tanjiro-kun!” You yelled back, waving at him all smiley.

“What are you doing here, Y/n-san?” And you just then realized you are right in front of the wind hashira’s estate.

You didn’t know what you even came here for, perhaps you forgot, or perhaps you just... felt like it.

You asked Tanjiro the same question, his answer somewhere being ‘Shinobu-san asked me to bring Shinazugawa-san his medicines’.

Well, good luck Tanjiro.

Oh, now you remember.

Now you remember what you were doing in front of the wind hashira’s estate.

You wanted to give him some ohagis you made, which by the way, you’re holding right now.

I mean, he got injured in his last mission, so of course you have to pay him a visit. Especially when you like him, after all.

But instead of handing him the ohagis, you decided to pussy out and go back to your own estate.

Reaching your estate, you place the ohagis on the table and ate it in his stead.

You had dreams of one day, in this table, the both of you would eat, and he would sit right in front of you, talking about sweet nothings.

Also, desires of where he’ll sleep beside you in the bed, naked and covered in sweat, making love like there’s no tomorrow.

Those were the dreams and desires you wished to achieve. But you know damn well, that they will only be your dreams and desires, and will be nothing more than that.

It’s a painful thought, of course. But you can’t help but think he hates you.

And he’s shown countless signs of it.

When one time, you did hand him some ohagis you made, but he just told you to scram off. So in the end, you just decided to go back later when he’s inside his estate, and leave it outside.

Second time was when Oyakata-sama assigned you both for a mission. It was an easy mission, the demon wasn’t even an uppermoon or a lowermoon. It was just a normal one. But even so, Sanemi spat out his usual words to say to you, ‘weak’, ‘fragile’, ‘useless’, and ‘pitiful’.

Third time was when he also got very injured and you can’t help but get worried of course. So you and your dumbass decided to volunteer to bring Sanemi’s soup and medicine, only to be thrown straight to your face.

You’re lucky the soup was just mild hot, or else your face would’ve been burned.

And well, those were the times you clearly remember as they were the most hurtful times with him by far.

But even so, you still like him. Whatever can this feeling called ‘love’ ever do to a person? It’s crazy and it’s scaring you.

It’s scary how every single time he keeps pushing you away, you fall for him more and more instead.

It’s scary how every single time he curses at you, you even talk to him more and more.

It’s scary how every single time he rolls his eyes and avoids you, you follow him more and more.

It’s scary how ‘love’ can turn you into this kind of person.

And you don’t even hate it. Not even a single bit.

Even your friends, or your fellow hashiras ask you why, why did you fall in love with this scary scarred maniac.

And you don’t even know why. It must have been just... fate.

~~~~~

2 weeks later, Oyakata-sama called you for a mission.

It was to assassinate the lowermoon 2, somewhere deep in the forest.

You’ve been running around the dark forest for which you’ve estimated to be 3 hours atleast.

It was tiring, sure, but you’ve trained for more than a year to reach where you are now.

And you can’t let this lowermoon stop you.

It was a dumb act, that you’ve only realized the purpose of this demon once you were tired enough.

It was to tire you while running around the whole forest looking for him, when the forest itself is the demon’s blood demon art.

And once you’ve reached your limit, the demon camouflaged you at the right time, injuring your stomach and right leg.

You were obviously at a disadvantage, and your injuries hurted like hell, especially when it’s winter, and the cold is slowing you down.

But those didn’t stop you. Instead, you took your katana that fell out of your grip the moment the demon injured you, and tried your best to execute your fighting stance.

It was hard to breathe, your vision was slowly getting blurry, and your chest was feeling heavy.

It was as if you were almost gonna pass out, considering that you’ve went past your limits already.

The demon was about to attack you, and you were about to defend, but then suddenly, not even in a blink, the demon’s head fell off.

You didn’t know why or how, but your confusion was quickly solved when you saw a certain white haired man strolling right up to you.

“S-Shinazugawa-san!” You called out, causing your knees to give in, and causing Sanemi to sprint towards you.

If he hadn’t caught both your arms by now, you would’ve fallen head first to the ground.

“W-What are you doing here?” You managed to stutter out, blood dripping out of your mouth.

“Let’s get you to the butterfly estate first.” Sanemi said gruffly, swiftly carrying you in his arms bridal-style like you weigh just as a feather, and off he ran.

It was short, simple, and brash. But you swore you saw something wet in his eyes.

But you must’ve been just imagining it. Why would he, Sanemi Shinazugawa, the cold hearted wind pillar, cry for someone like you?

Your vision is blurry, that must be it.

Then, darkness completely takes over your sight, and falling asleep into his arms.

~~~~~

It’s comfy, warm, and soft. You tried to open your eyes and adjust to the lighting, only to hear a shriek coming from Aoi,

“HYA! L/N-SAN IS AWAKE!!” Aoi called out, sprinting out of the room and repeated the sentence thrice.

Your eyes were hurting by how the light hit your eyes, but even so, you still saw the one and only, Sanemi Shinazugawa.

“Let me have a minute with her.” Sanemi breathed out, and that was all it took for the both of you to be left alone.

“Sanemi-san... How are you?” You asked, smiling oh so gently at him without even noticing you called him by his first name.

“...You ask me that? Why don’t you look at your fucking self!? You look more pathetic and weak than me, hell, do you even care about yourself at this point!?” Sanemi snapped, and you were shocked.

Shocked because he never or you never saw him acting this way towards others. Even with Rengoku’s death, he didn’t cry, he didn’t get angry when they’ve known each other far more longer than the both of you know each other.

So why? Why does Sanemi Shinazugawa care for you? When after all, all he’s ever done was to push you away, curse at you, and roll his eyes at you.

So what does this sudden change mean?

“Damn it... Why can’t you just atleast stay...” Sanemi whispered under his breath, but you swore it was loud enough for the whole room to hear it.

“What do you mean?” Sending him a questioning and confused gaze, only to realize you weren’t supposed to hear that.

“Stop. Just stop. I don’t want to do anything with you anymore. Why do you keep making me feel like this? I hate this. I don’t like you. I despise you. I shouldn’t have saved you. I hate you.” He sprouted words again, but this time, you were far from believing them.

You saw the look on his eyes while saying those things, as if they were the complete opposite to what he just said.

He was on the verge of tears.

~~~~~

Sanemi Shinazugawa. 21 years old. Cold, arrogant, aggressive, and scary. Name him any heartless names you have, and it will easily define him.

Sanemi Shinazugawa. 13 years old. Kind, friendly, and bright. Name him any kind names you have, and it will easily define him.

Whatever does this two have a difference? It’s of the same man, but with different personalities.

Ah, that’s right. It was when Sanemi Shinazugawa still had everything, and when he had lost everything.

He was just a child, who’s childhood has been robbed away from him.

He was just a person, who tried to protect his family.

He was just a human, who make mistakes.

But why? Why can he never keep anything or anyone for himself?

His mother, his siblings, Masachika, Genya, all the people important and close to him. He could never keep them.

They’d always die when they’re near him. They’d always end up in a pool of blood, with tons of injuries.

Sanemi can never keep anything and nothing can ever belong to him. He always lose everything. He can never call something or someone his.

~~~~~

“W-What do you mean, Shinazugawa-san?” You reached out to his face, trying to wipe the tears away, but he obviously just slaps it away.

“Don’t touch me dammit.” He looks at you with anger, and maybe hatred. But his voice cracks, as if he didn’t want to say that.

“Sanemi-san, why do you keep pushing me away? I've always tried to be your friend, but why? Why do you hate me so much?” You questioned, feeling your heart break and tears threatening to spill out.

“I can never keep anyone.” He started, slowly calming down.

“Everyone who I’ve called friend, family, and brother. I’ve lost all of them. They all end up dying. I don’t want to get close to you, or else you might just become one of them. Be a bloody body laying on a pool of blood, all lifeless right in front of me. I don’t want to get attached to you, but you just keep going near me and it’s annoying.” He slowly looked at you, and you could see his eyes filled with sadness.

Ah, so that’s why. That’s why he’s always pushing you away, always rejecting you, always avoiding you. He just tried to protect you.

“The day you tried to give me ohagi, I had to build up much courage to push you away, but I found and ate it outside my estate either way. The day that Oyakata-sama also assigned us both on a mission, I told you those things to make you feel worthless and helpless. I didn’t want you fighting that demon, because who knows, you might just die in front of me. Also when you brought me that soup, I didn’t mean to throw it straight at your face. I aimed at the door, but my hand didn’t function correctly if I may say. On that last winter too, you gifted me 2 kimonos but I didn’t have any gift for you. And this winter too, you were about to give me ohagi, weren’t you?” He continued, looking away from your eyes.

It’s great that he looked away from you, or else he could’ve seen the ugly look on your face while crying.

You were crying because you weren’t sad. Instead because you were happy. Happy that you now knew your crush doesn't hate you.

And because he was rude to you not because he hates you, but because he wanted you to live.

You find yourself sitting up, reaching for his neck, and pulling him in for a hug.

That was his breaking point.

Tears started to flow down his cheeks, burying his face in your chest, and this time, he hugged back, not pushing you away anymore.

“Maybe. Just maybe, I could keep you. You could be mine.” Sanemi thought, slowly tightening his hug on you.

Sanemi Shinazugawa didn’t love to hate you. He hated to love you.

#sanemi fluff #sanemi x reader #sanemi x reader fluff #kny sanemi #demon slayer sanemi #sanemi x you #sanemi x y/n #sanemi shinazugawa #anime #kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #demon slayer shinazugawa #shinazugawa sanemi #shinazugawasanemi #📂 — ` akira’s works!

[sparklypinkflightsuit]

Stars Align: Part 1

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: Bradley was your best friend throughout high school, and you were madly in love with him. Bradley had no idea how you felt, and had eyes for someone else, much to your dismay.

You move away after high school, and gradually lose touch with your best friend, however years later you happen to bump into the new and improved Bradley Bradshaw, and can hardly believe it's the same man. He can also hardly believe that the beautiful, grown up woman in front of him is the same dorky best friend he had all those years ago. Will things ever become more than they were in that past, as you rekindle your friendship and make up for lost time? And can you both overcome certain dark truths that come to light?

Warnings: Slow burn, Angst, Eventual Smut, Fluff, Violence, Mentions of Abuse, Angry Bradley, Alcohol misuse, Swearing, Awkward Adolescence.

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This entire series is 18+ ONLY

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Past:

You walked down the unfamiliar corridor, past blue and red lockers as you desperately searched for the correct classroom. It was your first year at a new school, and although you’d done this so many times before, you hated being new, and the unknown terrified you.

You were already late, having struggled to find your home room, and panic was creeping up your chest like hot acid threatening to burn through your sternum.

You took in a shaky breath as you reached the end of the corridor, still having not found the correct room, and you turned around to recheck the ones you’d passed.

As you turned, you bumped into someone and stumbled back slightly. Once you'd steadied yourself, you looked up.

“Sorry…” the tall boy mumbled. A smattering of small scars adorned his chubby face, the makings of facial hair beginning to show themselves on his chin and upper lip, well into the beginning of puberty. He looked at least a year or two older than you, and he was so tall you had to crank your neck to look at him. “Are you new?”

You nodded awkwardly, too shy to utter a word. You were already nervous, but boys made you even more so.

“Ok, what room are you looking for? I can take you!” He offered, a cute smile now spread across his face.

You smiled, holding up the piece of paper that showed your schedule, “Thank you, it’s Mrs Carters room, I’ve looked everywhere but I can’t find it.” You blushed.

“Ah, yeah so Mrs Carters isn’t actually in the main building, she’s over at the Art Block.” He explained, beginning to walk to the exit, you followed.

“The… the art block?” You queried.

“Yeah, she teaches art, but she’ll be your home room teacher this year. My home room teacher is Mr Dent, he’s the head of the Maths department, I hate him, blegh.” The boy mumbled as he walked. “I’m Bradley, by the way.” He stuck out a hand to you.

“I’m Y/N.” You offered, and gave his hand a little shake.

“Aw, you’re so gentle. Like a little bird. I think I’ll call you that.” He chuckled.

“L-little bird?”

“Yeah, lil bird.”

You grinned and nodded, as you crossed the small lawn between the main building and the Art Block. The Art Block was beautifully decorated, a variety of flowers and insects painted onto the brick, a colourful contrast to the pale grey building behind you.

“Hope you like art, and crazy people. Mrs Carter’s nuts.” He laughed, stopping at the door.

You nodded, “Thanks for saving me.” You joked.

“Any time lil bird. If you need anyone to sit with at lunch, I usually sit by that tree over there.” He pointed. “My friends spend breaks with their girlfriends, and they get all gross so I’ve taken to eating alone.”

You chuckled and nodded, as Bradley walked back to the main building. You watched as he left, and then took a deep breath as you pushed open the big doors to the Art Block building. Your nerves were now considerably less frazzled, and the rest of the day didn’t seem to be as scary a thought as you’d imagined it would be.

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Present:

“That’s the last box, can we go get a drink now pleeeeassee?” Gabby begged you as she plonked down on your new sofa.

You chuckled, wafting your t-shirt to allow some cool air to touch your sweaty skin. The climb from the street below to your apartment on the 5th floor, multiple times with heavy boxes, proved to be all the exercise you’d need for the year.

“Yeah we can go get a drink now. Can I at least shower first?” You panted, closing the front door.

“Sure, I’m gonna take a nap in that case.” Gabby laughed, laying down and closing her eyes, as her breathing returned to normal. Gabby loved fitness, and was in much better shape right now having done similar exertions every day, but you were a panting mess as you climbed into the shower and washed the sweat off of your skin.

Once you’d finished, you wrapped a towel around your body and walked back into the lounge to fish around a box for something to wear.

Gabby was snoring now, her arm draped over her eyes to block out the light from the many lamps you’d plugged in.

“Gabby.” You whispered loudly. “Gabs, wake up, I need your help.” You whispered louder.

Gabby snored away, so you sighed and walked over to her. “Pssstt!” You hissed in her ear, nothing.

You sat down on her and that did the trick, she woke up with a “ooph!” And gave you a dirty look.

“Whaaaaat? I was having such a good dream about that guy at the coffee shop.”

“Ew, not on my sofa please. I need you to help me decide on what to wear, you can borrow something too.”

Gabby got up and helped you rifle through your boxes.

“Ohhh, you always look hot in this.” She took out a dark green satin cowl neck dress and threw it at you, and you held it out to look at.

“Where exactly are we going drinking? I was thinking a nice little bar somewhere, but this dress screams filthy club.” You grimaced.

“Okay fine, what about… yeah this is super cute, kinda classy too.” She held out a lacey little black dress, it was still small enough to leave little to the imagination, but was classier than the green dress.

“Okay, that’s better I suppose.” You nodded and she threw you the dress.

“I’ll take the satin.” She winked, taking the green dress and changing in your living room.

You slipped into the black lace and brushed your hair out into neat waves. You quickly put on some makeup and heels, and you were both out the door.

The street was now packed, a Saturday night in the city meant party time, and that’s certainly what Gabby had in mind as she dragged you to the bustling heart of the city.

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Past:

The first few days passed in a blur, and you were thankful for Bradley being there. He grounded you when your mind was going a mile a minute, and helped you find all of your classes. He ate lunch with you every day under the big oak tree, and you learned about his life bit by bit each time.

You knew his dad had died, and his moms name was Carole. You knew he was an only child and that meant he could be lonely some times, so you began to meet up with him after school most days to do homework together. Bradley would come over to your house often, where you introduced him to your younger brother and sister.

Bradley also connected with your dad, possibly due to not having had a father figure in his life since his God Father wasn’t around much.

Your dad taught Bradley to drive, and helped him fix up an old car once he’d gotten his licence. Once Bradley could drive, he picked you up all the time to just drive around, and you now had a personal chauffeur to drive you to school and back each day. You two became joined at the hip, inseparable outside of your classes.

As the years passed, Bradley was even allowed to sleep over, once your parents had realised there were no ulterior motives. You would play pranks on one another, and on your siblings. You would tell one another everything, but you found that there were some things you'd rather he didn't tell you.

"I think I'm in love, lil bird. She's so hot! Ever since she came back from summer break, it's like she went to model camp or something." Bradley raved.

"Gross, I don't wanna know that." You flushed red, whether out of awkwardness or jealousy you weren't sure. Bradley had developed a crush on Michelle Jennings around the same time you'd developed a crush on Bradley, and the fact that she was so much prettier than you did little for your confidence, so you kept quiet about your feelings.

Bradley had asked Michelle to prom, and as he'd begun to develop some muscles, and his facial hair had filled out, he was beginning to look less dorky, and more like a young man, so she said yes. Bradley was elated.

“I told you, Brad, I don’t wanna go.” You mumbled, shoving your prom dress into the bottom of your wardrobe and skulking over to where Bradley stood by your bedroom window.

“C’mon. Please! What if things get awkward between me and Michelle? I won’t have anyone to run to.” He pouted.

“No, Bradley. No one’s asked me to go and I’m all… ugly and stuff.” You groaned, looking at your skin in the mirror. You had reached that awkward stage where pimples were flaring up every day and your hair was unruly. You hadn’t exactly blossomed like some of the popular girls had. The ones who’s parents could afford expensive dermatology appointments and the newest straighteners. You simply had to make do with cheap spot treatments and a thousand hair clips.

“You’re not ugly, don’t be stupid. No one looks good when they look THAT close in the mirror.” Bradley chuckled, walking over to you. “And who cares if you don’t have a date? I can have two dates, there aren’t any rules against it.”

You shot him a glare, “Yeah, I’m sure Michelle will be happy about that. You’ll spend the entire evening making out with the girl of your dreams and I’ll be awkward third wheel.” You rolled your eyes.

“Birdy, please.” He gave you soft eyes and his tone was genuinely pleading.

You sighed as you looked at him, and then at your wardrobe. “Okay, fine. Can you pick me up?”

Bradley grinned, and rushed over to envelope you in a bear hug. “You know I will, I’ll see you at 7.”

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Present:

Your skin had cleared up and your hair tamed slightly over time, you had finally come into your own as a woman and you looked damn fine. You were almost unrecognisable apart from your smile and your eyes, and so you’d made it your life’s mission not to let anyone in your new life see pictures of you in high school. You were a different person entirely, more confident, more fun, and much smarter.

You had met Gabby after you moved away, and she had taken on the role of best friend. A role you so desperately needed filling without the tall boy in your life anymore. You and Gabby both went on to study at the same university, and then you took jobs at the same school, Gabby as coach for the junior girls soccer team, and you as a Biology teacher.

You fell into a happy rhythm, and started dating one of the other teachers in the biology department, Jacob, and before long your daily thoughts of Bradley turned to weekly thoughts, and eventually you barely thought of him at all, occasionally dreaming of the best friend you’d once had and loved so dearly.

You moved in with Jacob and life continued, however things began to turn sour, and you called quits on the relationship.

Gabby had found a new job at a prep school in New York, and a few months later when a vacancy for a Natural Sciences Educator opened up, she begged you to take it. The pay was so much better, and best of all you'd be with Gabby again.

You weren't thrilled to live in such a large city, much preferring a quiet little town and more relaxed lifestyle, but you missed your best friend, and the town was becoming more and more hostile after things with Jacob had gotten out of control.

You applied and got the job due to your stellar recommendations and flawless interview. You moved not long after and there you were, with Gabby, about to have your first taste of city life.

"I feel underdressed now." You sighed, everyone was dressed to the nines, and Gabby had unwittingly dragged you to a nightclub rather than bar.

"Don't be silly, you look incredible in that dress, men are gonna be drooling over you." She smacked your butt playfully and you glared at her. "C'mon, I know the bouncer."

Gabby took your hand and waltzed over to the front of the long line.

Gabby was incredibly stunning, long blond hair and an athletic body that could make anyone do a double take, so when she walked up to the bouncer and purred a 'Hey Ronnie, is there any chance we can skip that long old line tonight, I'm so thirsty.', it was no surprise that Ronnie grinned and let you both right in.

"That... was incredible. Can I take you with me next time I go to the bank?" You chuckled.

"You know I'll do anything for you." She winked.

You made your way to the bar and Gabby squeezed through, flagging down a bar tender. She was in her element, but you felt as out of place as a polar bear in a desert. You looked around the packed night club at the patrons, all wearing Prada and Gucci, hair styled so perfectly that it didn't move when they danced, expensive perfumes choking you as they wafted past. You felt like an imposter in your cheap dress, regardless of how beautiful you looked.

Gabby handed you a glass of wine and you thanked her. She craned her neck in search of an empty table. As she found one she summoned you to follow her through the crowds.

You stayed as close as you could but inevitably got separated as a group of women danced in your path. You politely moved around them, just as a tree of a man stepped in your way and you bumped into one another. You bounced off of his hard body and lost your balance, flailing backwards as your heels wobbled beneath you.

Just as you had accepted your fate, a strong pair of arms shot out and caught you, pulling you back up before your body had the chance to make contact with the hard, sticky floor below.

"Oh my god, I am so sorry." He said loudly over the booming music. You would recognise that voice anywhere, but as you looked up, the voice did not belong to the face you were so used to it being attached to.

You gulped, and as his eyes made contact with yours, he recognised you suddenly.

"Little Bird?" He breathed in disbelief.

"Hey, Bradley."

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-- Part 2 Here --

#miles teller x reader #miles teller #bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun rooster #rooster bradshaw #rooster x reader #rooster top gun #rooster x you #bradley bradshaw fic #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x you #top gun x reader #top gun fanfiction #top gun maverick #top gun #top gun fandom #top gun maverick fanfiction

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Ace, Lilia: Be Not Deceived

OH???? 👁️ One of the paintings in the background is the Ace of Hearts card soldiers… Does this mean we’ll get to see the actual character inspos for each boy, even the obscure ones like Jack and Sebek??? Will we finally solve a 3+ year long mystery??????? 🔍

… Also, not Ace casually wanting to go to karaoke with Scar 😭 (Funny, cuz he was denied hearing L*ona sing during Endless Halloween Night.) Figures that Ace would be the best at singing of the first years, the others are just no competition…

A Tale as Old as Time.

Not every work of art had a seriousness about it. In fact, Ace preferred to ogle the sillier pieces, finding solace in the nonsense and the chaos of them.

Hands shoved into the pockets of his finely tailored slacks, he found himself entranced by a bed of oysters. They were pried open, one half of their shells propped up to resemble bonnets. Their fleshy, round faces were still drowsy from sleep.

Little babies, the whole lot of them.

“My, you’ve taken quite an interest in that painting. I wouldn’t have expected it of you.” The remark came from Lilia, who curiously peered over at Ace from one side. “Have you an interest in oysters?”

“Nah, can’t stand’m. Especially raw,” he replied. “I was just thinkin’ of something I heard from back home."

“Oh?" Lilia’s large eyes glittered with a keen interest. “Now this I must hear.”

“It’s not really that interesting.” Ace shrugged. “A walrus dressed up in a suit to wine and dine a bunch of oysters—but the punchline is, instead of being taken out to dinner, the oysters are the walrus’s dinner! We have a Walrus-brand oyster sauce in the Queendom of Roses that gets its name from that story."

“Kufufu, I see! What a fascinating origin," Lilia mused. "It's a cautionary tale to not trust strangers. It brings to mind warnings to be wary of wolves in sheep’s clothing.”

"I guess so? The walrus looked nice at first glance, but he basically robbed a cradle. Seriously, who'd actually go and kidnap a baby like that? It’s just an exaggerated story to scare gullible kids into acting straight.”

Lilia's mouth adopted a mysterious, knowing smile.

"Oh, you'd be surprised!" he chuckled softly. "You never know when a big, bad monster might come in the night to steal you away from your family."

There was an eerie intenseness behind his every word, the magenta of his irises darkening to match. A shiver bolted down Ace’s spine. Lilia, too, was a creature of that very night that threatened to consume him.

"Y-Yeesh, you're freakin' me out, Lilia-senpai” Ace jokingly shoved his upperclassman. His fear had been fleeting, easily chased off with a laugh. “Don't say scary stuff like that. Halloween isn't for like another whole month!"

“Oopsie~ Perhaps I’m a little overeager.”

“I’ll say.” Ace rolled his eyes. “Sometimes I forget how weird you can be.”

“What, you don’t think someone as adorable as me could possibly be capable of committing a war crime or two?” Lilia grinned. “I’m not entirely innocent, you know.”

“You definitely wouldn’t be able to pull off any war crimes though!! You just act way different than your looks would suggest.” Ace rapped his knuckles on the wall beside the framed oysters. “Like the lying walrus.”

“Do you think I’m a lying walrus?” The question was teasing.

“Everyone is. There’s plenty of them in Heartslabyul too.” Ace counted off on his fingers.

“Loosey Deucy comes off like a straight-laced honors student, but he’s an ex-delinquent and dumb as a rock. Cater-senpai looks flashy and friendly, but he’ll trick you into doing his chores and leave you hanging. Trey-senpai’s got his weird teeth hobby… and then there’s Riddle-ryocho, who has a babyface but throws fits like an active volcano!!

“The Great Seven had parts of themselves that were surprising too. No one would think the King of Beasts would be the type of guy to be belt out a song, but he still did. That’s what moved the hyenas to join his cause. It just goes to show that you really can’t judge a book by its cover.”

"A good takeaway from the tale," Lilia agreed. "Taking the morals of a story to heart... you're very clever, Ace."

"The cleverest." He cheekily stuck out his tongue.

The knowing smile suddenly returned to Lilia's face. "I'm sure you have a wicked side to yourself as well. As you've said, we all have a bit of the lying walrus in us."

"No way, miss me with that. I’m the poor, helpless victim,” Ace grumbled, rubbing at his neck. It had stiffened considerably at the memory of his skin chaffing. “Haaah, if only I wasn't bullied so much by my dorm leader~"

"By Riddle?" Lilia smirked a little. "His temper is rather infamous. Silver and Sebek are his club mates. I've heard of Riddle's rage.”

"Dude, you don't know the half of it. He's always nagging me one way or another, and if I don't listen... BAM!

"'Off with Your Head'!!" Ace scrunched up his face in a show of pretend anger and pantomimed casting a spell by wiggling his fingers. The voice he adopted was elegant, yet arrogant—a replica of Riddle's. "Now you sit there and think about what you've done, Ace! The collar comes off when you've repented."

He fell back with a groan, Lilia's amused chuckle accompanying him in the otherwise quiet museum.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up while you still can."

From the corner of his eye, Ace spotted the oysters again. The entire bed, a colony of easily deceived infants. Unaware of the world and its eager, snapping jaws—the jaws of a well-dressed walrus.

“Guess a smile and a snazzy suit is all it takes to get people to waltz right into a trap, huh? With the right looks and attitude, even a villain can be made to pass as a hero.”

Ace tugged at the silver sash slung across his torso, drinking in the details of his luxurious platinum suit. A bow tie, a vest, a jacket with trailing coattails. Shining fabric, pure and unblemished.

He was all dressed up, with nowhere to go. Only lies to tell.

“You make for a good hero,” Lilia offered, “with that winsome charm and cheer of yours. Ah, but that’s not all. It never is. These old eyes can’t be deceived.”

“Whaaat? I can’t believe you’d side with Riddle over me. I’m being unfairly ganged up on here!! Aaah, my senpai are so mean to me…!”

His laments echoed off the cavernous rooms of the museum. Mere whining of a high school boy against the backdrop of great figures and illustrious history.

He was small, one little white lie against a sea of them.

“… Juuust kidding.”

Ace turned away, a wink thrown playfully at the painting of the oysters before their very doom.

As if anyone would believe that.

#Ace Trappola #Lilia Vanrouge #twisted wonderland #twst #twst imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #disney twisted wonderland #spoilers #something no one asked for #Ace birthday takeover #twst scenarios #twisted wonderland scenarios

[spahhzy]

When little Jaune Arc got to the playground, he honestly thought it would be the same old playing by yourself thing. Most of the other kids were in the process of being trained by their families in the way of being a huntsman.

Jaune sighed. He, too, wanted to be a huntsman... but for some reason, his family never wanted to train him. No matter how many times he asked or begged, it was still a resounding 'No' from both mom and dad.

Jaune feet kicked up some dirt as he made his way towards the swing set, but to his surprise, instead of it being empty, their was actually someone sitting in the swing next to him.

Timidly, Jaune got into the swing next to the stranger, feeling a bit uncomfortable as the stranger face was covered with a hood, but Jaune did his best not to pay attention to the stranger but them sitting and NOT doing anything wS beginning to scare him.

???: Don't be afraid friend.

Lil Jaune's blue eyes widened as he heard the stranger speak, how did he know!?

???: I promise you I mean you no harm, I'm just here to think is all.

Jaune: o-okay...

???: Why are you here all alone?

Jaune: ...uhm cause I-I don't have any friends.

???: Really, well, that makes two of us...I too don't have any friends....well, that would be a lie...I had one good friend but I haven't seen him in a long time.

Jaune: Wow... I'm sorry, I'm sure you guys were very good friends.

???: You betcha, you could say we were inseparable!

Jaune: Wow... I wish I had a friend like that... Everyone is just off being cool heroes and stuff...

???: You want to be a hero?

Jaune: Oh boy, do I, that's like my dream!

???: What does a hero usually do?

Jaune: Hero's....uh they help those I need, like in the stories and fairytales.

???: So you want to help people?

Jaune: Mmhm! I wanna help everyone!

???: Everyone, you say, hmm? You know what, you're going to be someone hero one day, I can already see it.

Jaune: Really, sir, you mean it?

???: Mmhm! And you know what, if I may, could you help me out? Think of it as part of your hero training.

Jaune: But I'm not a hero...

???: Not with that attitude you won't be. Think of this little request as the stepping stones of your training!

Little Jaune pondered for a moment but reluctantly nodded if he could begin to start being a hero in training then he would help the stranger.

The stranger reached into his cloak before pulling out...

Jaune looked on in awe...their in the strangers hands was a small blue sleeping... kitten?

???: Can you watch after this little fella here? They have been through a-lot...

Jaune paled...he couldn't bring home a cat, his mom and dad would be upset!

???: I know what you're thinking, and don't worry, only you and some other folks can see them.

Jaune: Really...

???: Oh, most definitely! Your mom, dad, and sisters will see nothing.

Now Jaune was beginning to have doubts...a invisible cat?

Jaune: Wait...who are the other people who can see them?

???: Bad bad people, they tried to hurt the poor fella. I don't have names, but I can tell you one will have a metal arm with red eyes, another will be snow witch with a scar on eye, another will have gold eyes and cat ears just like our friend here and another one will have silver eyes and a large scary stick...

Jaune just gulped. These people seemed like real villains. Why would they want to hurt this poor cat!

???: lastly, watch out for the silent double colored terror... she will be the most persistent.

Jaune just nodded as the stranger gently handed him the blue kitten.

???: You're gonna be a great hero, Jaune. I can already see it in you.

Jaune: Y-you think so?

???: Oh yes, I already see a little bit of my friend in you, and he was my greatest hero.

Jaune: Wow!

???: Yep, but it's time for me to go now, little hero. Remember, take very good care of our little friend here, and when the time is right, I will meet you again in a land where fantasy comes to life!

Jaune: O-okay, uhm...

???: J.C.

Jaune: J.C?

???: mmhm!

Mama Arc: Jaune, honey, come on its time to go!

Jaune: coming mom...uhm thanks J.C for...giving me a chance to become a hero.

Jaune then carried the kitten close to his chest as he turned his back to the stranger, who waved at him, Jaune turned and waved back before finally returning to his mom as they both left the park, and Jaune found it weird but he thought he saw bright blue eyes coming from the stranger...ah well must have been a trick of the light.

The stranger watched as Jaune and his mother left the park before looking at his hand that began to fade away.

???: Yes, you will become the hero, Jaune...my hero!

A gust of wind blew around him as his hood fell and revealed a mess of blonde hair and a slightly old face marred with a disturbing chesire grin and bright blue eyes.

CCJaune: My hero forever!

#jaune arc #neopolitian (rwby) #ruby rose #yang xiao long #weiss schnee #blake bellodona #curious cat

[ultralightpoe]

Final Girl Part 2 - Eddie Munson

Authors Note: Clearing out drafts.

Warning: Slasher, cursing, trauma

Word Count:3843

Part One Here

Enjoy!

“THAT WAS AMAZING!” Dustin cries coming out of the theater with wild eyes that make Eddie debate if it was a good idea to get the kid an icey. But at the same time he could not judge his friends excitement because he was just as amazed as the boy, his blood pumping under his skin. 

“I mean the chase scene was insane, when she has to climb through the window of the van?” 

“You just like that her panties flashed.” Eddie laughs, thoughts going back to the lead actress in the tiny slip dress they had put her in, and the way the camera just blatantly showed her ass in the shot. Not that he minded. “Which was an amazing shot.”

“I can’t believe they were upstairs screwing while her best friend was getting her throat slashed. Poor Mila, the main character *knockoff of your name k/y/n* was a shit friend.”

“Exactly! You knew people were dying and you still went to a party to get laid?! I would never leave you behind Dustin.” Eddie smiles, “Okay well maybe for 10 minutes.”

“All it would take you was 2.” Dustin scoffs and Eddie’s eyes widen. 

“Where do you learn to say these things? It’s that Wheeler dweeb isn’t it? Don’t listen to him because I can guarantee he has never even touched 10’s boo-”

“Eleven.”

“Yeah yeah.” Eddie smiles, hand subconsciously moving up to rub at his side from the memory of the girl, flashes of black and red smoke before bats teeth all coming at him at once. The breath gets caught in his lungs as he tries to blink the memories away while Dustin slurps down the rest of the blue icey. 

“You okay?” His curly haired friend asks, blinking slowly. 

“Yeah man,” Eddie forces a smile on his face as he shrugs, forcing his hand away from his side even though he could still feel the stinging. A giggle could be heard closer to the popcorn stand which made Eddie whip around as if there was a chance you would be there. 

This was not your scene, he knew that, and thinking back on it he couldn’t remember ever seeing you in a crowded place before. He didn’t ever see you with…anyone. 

But you had admitted yourself that you liked being alone and he could get that. He hated being alone but it was very easy to find all the loners of the world and form an easy alliance. 

“Munson!” Someone calls, snapping his and Dustin's attention over to where Paul was coming through the theater doors, mohawk and all. “Hey man. Rock on.”

“You here to see ‘Slashed’?” Eddie asks, a smile spreading across his face slowly as the punk rocker smiles himself. 

“You know it, man.” He laughs, bringing his tattooed hands up to hold a mask just like the one from the movie to his face. “What’s your favorite scary movie?”

Dustin laughs quickly, drawing Pauls eyes to him. They begin a conversation as Eddie takes a sharp breath in, excusing himself to the bathroom for a moment. 

The second he gets to the stall he lifts his shirt to rub his palm against the scarred flesh, feeling a bit of bone through the thin skin at his ribcage. A pained gasp tears from him as his eyes water a bit, blinking away the images of the bats attacking him. 

It’s not real. It’s not real it’s not real-

His forehead hits the nasty wall of the bathroom stall as he thinks of happy thoughts. Your kiss, dnd, his band, his uncle. 

His Uncle. Damn. When was the last time he called his uncle. 

- 

“Get your ass right back in that bed.” Wayne snaps, coming into the hospital room with a newspaper under his arm and a steaming cup of coffee, the bags under his eyes prominent and the red puffy eyes just as noticeable. “Before I take my belt and-”

Before he can finish his sentence Eddie is climbing back into the bed, eyes wide as he ignores the pain in his side and lays back down. 

“Don’t forget the mask.” His uncle snaps, taking a quick seat on the only open chair, a chair that Eddie was sure was entirely uncomfortable. 

They were at a weird stage. Wayne was pissed, pissed that everything happened and he still wasn’t getting straight answers. Pissed that his nephew, son, had been found near their trailer with half his skin torn off and practically bleeding out. Pissed that everyone had blamed him for Chrissy Cunningham. 

Pissed that his boy was keeping something from him. 

Meanwhile Eddie was scared. Scared that Wayne would become involved and scared that if he spoke the truth then Wayne would take the fall for some of it. 

They had gotten so lucky that Jason Carver was able to take the fall…..if anyone could find him. 

“Edward. Put the damn mask on.” Wayne grunts, watching the boy roll his eyes. 

“I am so bored.” Eddie whines. They had put him in a room with no windows or tv, keeping him from the outside world. The government was doing their best to keep everything under wraps. 

Wayne scoffs, folding up half the newspaper and chucking it at his face, it smacks Eddie’s cheek and his uncle gives him a small smile. A slight olive branch in this moment that Eddie takes greedily, smiling at his uncle and putting the mask on his face before reading his half of the paper. 

“Teenage Massacre at a lakehouse.” The main headline read, talking about a small town where it happened. 

4 survivors, 15 dead. That was absolutely insane. 

- 

It takes him a couple minutes to get the pain under control before he heads back out to the snack area where Dustin is buying another Icey.

“What’s going on?” He asks, looking to where Paul is walking back up. 

“Alright, three movie tickets to slashed on me. Let’s go boys.” 

“Again?” Eddie scoffs, watching Dustin take a slurp from his icey, this time red. He can see the sugar in the kids eyes and already knows the answer. “Alright. I’m in.”

- 

You spent the weekend in your blankets, ignoring the phone and ignoring the mean looks your roommate gave you going in and out. 

You didn’t want to know what the world outside was saying and if you moved then you might see them. You would not last it. 

By the time Monday rolled around you barely dragged yourself to the shower, sobbing under the water before trudging your way to class, keeping your head down as people ran around you. 

“RAHHHH!” Someone shouts right next to your shoulder, making you scream out and flinch, looking to the masked jock that was currently cracking up. “What’s your favorite scary movie?”

“Fuck off.” You snap, your knife wounds freezing under all your layers. 

“Woah, no need to be a frigid-”

“I do not recommend finishing that sentence.” The deep honey voice you know all too well sounds from behind you before you feel a warmth on your shoulder telling you that Eddie was standing right behind you. “She’s got a heavy book in your hand that I will gladly watch her shatter your nose with.”

“I’ll do it.” You nod, your stomach unclenching and your fists unraveling now that Eddie is near. 

The jock rolls his eyes, tearing the mask off his face and moving back to his friend group, something lodging in his throat when you catch a glimpse of Maya standing with them. She wasn’t talking to them, merely looking at you, smiling softly at you. 

She smiled at you. 

Sure you had seen them smile, but your friends never really looked at you, the only ones that looked to your eyes were….. 

“How was your weekend?” Eddie asks nervously, catching your attention easily as you turn around. “I tried calling your room yesterday and-”

“Sorry, I was extremely busy with classwork.” You lie, walking side by side with him. “I…. I am sorry if I seemed really off the other night-”

“Hey, woah woah.” He blushes, hands shooting out to stop you. “No need to apologize, if the kiss made you uncomfortable-”

“It didn’t.” You rush out, “I really liked it-”

“Good because I would love to do it again sometime.” He smiles, his rings glinting in the fresh morning sunlight as he fixes his leather jacket nervously. “My friend Dustin is doing a tour tonight with some of his friends from camp and maybe we can get some food tonight-”

“I can’t tonight.” I have plans for a dreadful call with my parents. “But how about lunch after class tomorrow?”

“Sounds awesome.” He smiles, holding out his hand for you which you take softly and walk to class with him. When you enter your eyes immediately go to your classmate Paul, who had dyed his mohawk a bright pink and lime. He lights up when he sees Eddie, holding up a rock sign and sticking out his tongue. 

Eddie does the same, and you catch him rubbing his side softly but don’t think too much on it. So instead you smile at Paul when he waves to you, but all you could see was Dylan. Dylan who had handed you your first beer of the night, Dylan who had yelled at you to run. 

Dylan who used to copy off your paper in math, then would complain when you got most of the answers wrong. 

“You okay?” Eddie asks, sitting down slowly. 

“Yeah. Just trying to remember if we had homework.” You smile and he raises an eyebrow. 

“You can always see if we had an assignment by checking the box where our professor writes them down.” He smiles, and you can’t fight your own smile as you sit down. 

-

“It will pass.” You snap, pacing back and forth in your dorm as you struggle with the phone chord. “This whole-”

“Y/n, they named a character k/y/n. You know how close that is to Y/n?” Randy scoffs.

“Considering my name is Y/n yes-”

“They named me Randall. And Maya is Mila and Dylan is-”

“What did they call……” You can’t say the names, even saying them out loud might make everything come back. 

“They kept their original names.” Everyone knows. Everyone is laughing at you. 

“This will blow over. The movie will lose it’s appeal and-” “They showed a kill in the first five minutes. People are already claiming it a cult classic.” 

“Randy.” You snap, rolling your eyes as you turn around to look out the window, drawing back when you see them standing there, smiling slowly at you. “Igottago.”

“Y/n, no please-” You hand up quickly, breath coming out ragged and uneven as you turn to your closet. A scream tears out when you come chest to chest with Billy. 

Not real. Notrealnotrealnotreal

A knock sounds off at the door, and Billy is gone. So you move to the door, taking a moment to breathe in and open it slowly. 

Eddie is standing there, holding a bag with a small smile on his face. 

“I brought you dinner because I figured you would be held up with our assignment tonight.” He says happily and a smile breaks out on your face as your shoulders ease up. But then his eyes slipped down your body, catching on the large scar that covered most of your right thigh. And just like that you were tense again, a panic coursing through your veins as you tried to smile. 

“J-just give me a moment to get dressed.” You rush out and he nods easily, hand rubbing at his side while you slam the door. 

He doesn’t mention the scars for the rest of the night while you joke around, sitting on the floor as he imitates your shared professor, barely able to breathe from all the laughing. 

“You gotta stop.” You laugh, rubbing at your eyes softly to stop the tears brought on by your laugh. 

“Am I wrong?” He laughs, coming to sit by you once more, tripping over his shoe as he hits the floor. You gasp out, laughing as your hands move to rub his arm and make sure he is okay from the fall while he throws his head back to cackle. 

The hellfire shirt he wore rides up a little, and you see a small glimpse of scarred flesh on his side that has your eyes widening, looking away before he could see you looking.

“Why did you choose this school?” You blurt, watching him pull himself and sit side by side. 

“Scholarship.” He sighs, giving you a side smile that screams lie lie lie. 

“Why did you really choose this school?”

“The government sent me here to get rid of me.” He sighs, eyes twinkling in amusement. And though you laugh at his joke there is something real in the answer. 

“They catch you stealing an alien?”

“How did you know?!” He laughs and you find yourself giggling. “What about you?”

You consider lying, but you never really wanted to lie and Eddie seems like the one person on this earth that you wouldn’t have to. So you found a good medium for both. 

“I figured no one would recognize me here.” You shrug. 

“Oh, secret rockstar are we?” 

“I’m surprised you didn’t recognize me.” And just like that you both were back to laughing, noses pressed to each other as you got closer and closer. Until finally your lips met, softly at first, slow and gentle. His lips were smooth and his hand was warm when it came up to rest on your jaw. 

Then it turned to something more, gentle became obsessed and before you knew it you were both making out on the floor, your hands in his hair and his own on your jaw. 

You felt free, and this was your first kiss since it had all happened, and you were extremely pleased to note that you weren’t nervous. You weren’t scared or nervous. 

You were yourself with Eddie, and you were absolutely obsessed with this. 

In a quick moment of bravery you move to lift the shirt you had been wearing, Eddie’s eyes going wide with excitement as his lips move in an ‘o’ shape, lips puffy. 

His eyes survey you, that o shape never moving as he reaches a hand up slowly to touch your collarbone every gently, eyes catching on the scar held on your arm and the longer one across your stomach. 

“H-how did you get-” Before he could keep asking the door opens and you rush for your shirt with his help, scrambling apart as your roommate comes in. Her annoyed look transforms into one of surprise at a boy in your room, a gasp tearing from her throat as Eddie scrambles up and snatches his shoes. 

“I should get going. Dustins tour will end soon.” He rushes out, turning to you. You don’t know what to say and he seems to be at a loss for words himself, and finally he leans forward and gives you a kiss, resting his forehead against your own before wishing you a goodnight. 

The second the door shuts behind him she turns to you and lets out a gentle laugh. “And here I thought you would be wallowing again.”

Bitch. 

- 

“God, your roommate is a drag.” Eddie groans two months later, laughing when you slap him with a pillow, tickling the bottom of your foot which makes you draw your legs away from him quickly. 

Two months had passed since the faithful day you exposed yourself to him, something you hadn’t done since. You had panicked here and there on whether he would get annoyed by this, by the lack of sex in your relationship but you were extremely pleased to see that he did not mind it. 

You never got to see his scars but he never really pressured you for an answer on your own since.

Today you found yourself sitting with him on your bed as you both caught up on your reading. Your roommate had left a mere couple minutes ago after spending most the afternoon gabbing with her friends on the phone while you and Eddie tried to concentrate. 

“Did you hear baby, Olivia is like soooooo pregnant..” Eddie imitates your roommate, rolling his eyes as he crawls up to lay side by side with you. 

“I heard it was with Mitchell from her chemistry class.” You whisper, matching the energy. 

“I heard it was Simon from chemistry class.”

“Oh no. She might have to get a paternity test.” You giggle, nose pressing against his. 

“I would recommend it. Otherwise we will see Simon and Mitchell fighting in the courtyard any day now.” He smiles, leaning in to kiss you quickly before moving to look at his book. 

“I did not read.”

“It’s because you were listening to gossip girl over there.”

“What page are you on?” 

“210.”

“Jesus, baby how do you read-”

“You’re a massive dork.” You scoff before looking over to the time. “It’s 3.” 

“Shit.” Eddie sighs, sitting up. “I have to get to work. Meet for dinner later? You can help me study since I didn’t read.”

“Meet you at 9?” You smile, allowing him to kiss your forehead before grabbing his jacket and standing. 

“Make it 8.”

- 

The shop had been too busy for Eddie tonight, and by the time he left his shirt was smudged with grease, and he had been forced to change into the backup clothes he kept in his locker. Ignoring the shocked look he got from his boss when his scars were exposed and pulling the black tee over his head. 

It was a plain black tee with the mask from the movie slashed over it, something Dustin had sent him as a gift with a firm reminder that Eddie was going to be hosting the movie marathon this christmas break and Slashed would be the main premiere of it. 

He had laughed at it but hadn’t worn the shirt out yet and was shocked to find that it still smelled new as he tried brushing his hair down. 

It had been two months since the movie came out, and two months since he began dating you. Things had been going great. 

Except for the fact that he couldn't work up the nerve to ask you about your scars. 

He never wanted you to ask about him, which was one of the biggest reasons he never asked. But there was something in his chest everytime he thought about yours, who had hurt you? How could he help? 

Who could he kill?

His scars, that you had yet to see, could be hidden by a quick ‘it was an animal attack’. But yours were from a weapon and he remembered the girl from slashed screaming in pain and pictured you in that role and rage built through him. 

But he never asked, and he never pushed you for an answer. Instead he chose to enjoy his time with you, and he was desperate to enjoy his time with you tonight after a stressful day at work. 

He drove back to campus, choosing to park his car by his dorm and walk to the pizza place, teeth chattering from the cold as he did his best not to slip on ice. 

He found that the further into winter he got the less people walked, but tonight? Tonight was packed.  There were whispers, and Eddie already knew that there must have been a great deal of gossip, a smile making it’s way across his lips as he thinks about telling you, probably would make a snide comment on ‘Olivias’ behalf. Take a guess who the father would be. 

“Yeahhhh, what’s your favorite scary movie?!” Someone cheers, shaking their newspaper at Eddie before pointing to his shirt, which confuses Eddie to no end. 

The shirt and comment Eddie understood, but the newspaper truly lost him. 

But he ignores it, coming up to the door of the pizza place and spotting you through the window. But something was wrong, you seemed to be looking everywhere and nowhere at once, and everyone seemed to be whispering about you. 

He rushes to the table, blowing hot hair in his palms as he sits across from you while you stare. “Are you okay?”

“Me?” You try to smile, reaching forward to help warm his hands. “Of course. But there is definitely something going on right now.”

But there was something off with you, he couldn’t read it but he could see that you were upset about something. Tellmetellmetellme.. 

“I’m saying it now. Olivia must have shown a baby bump.” He jokes, before getting a little serious. “Hey, I was wondering if we could talk about something…”

“What’s wrong?” You ask. 

“I… so that day in your room-” He blanches a bit, clearing his throat before nodding slowly. “I wanted to ask about your scars.”

He takes his jacket off, watching you slowly as your eyes widen and you fall deathly pale. Shit, I shouldn’t have asked. 

“Onlyifyouwanttotalkaboutitofcourse.”He rushes out, watching you blink slowly at him. “It’s just  that…. I…. I just want you to be okay and I want to make sure that I never make you uncomfortable-”

A sting hits his cheek quickly and a slap sounds out in the air, filling him with confusion and shock. His ringed hand comes up to cover his cheek as everyone gasps in shock, he makes eye contact with you and sees tears spilling from your eyes freely. 

“I am sorry for asking-” He rushes out, only for you to interrupt him. 

“Stay the fuck away from me you freak.” What the hell?

His chest tightens at the name as you rush out into the winter air, and it takes him a moment to catch up before he stands quickly and dashes to follow you. “Y/N!”

You ignore him, shaking your head as you try to dash off. Eddie tries to catch up, running into someone who is taking a picture of you with a camera and a protective flare fills him as he glares. 

“What the…”

“It’s her. Oh my god it’s the final girl.” Someone else whispers and Eddie can do nothing but watch as more people recognize you while you pass. 

You cast him one more look before running, and someone shoves at his chest. 

“She deserves privacy.” A hippie looking girl asks, shaking her head. “You are all disgusting-”

“What the hell is going on?” He blurts before someone in a mask comes up. 

“Fuck yeah man.”

Eddie was lost, he had absolutely no clue what was happening right now and his cheek stung in the night air. He couldn’t catch his breath and his side hurt, he was in pain and there were so many people around and- 

A newspaper is shoved in his face, your name catching his attention. 

‘Final Girl Revealed.’

Holy……shit……

Part three here

(There is no SCREAM without Jenna and Melissa.)

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@fried-peaches00

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[buccini555]

≡ You and Haruchiyo have been in love since you were kids, but the "incident" that left with the scars made him insecure about the genuine feeling he had for you, he was afraid you'd find him ugly or scary... (I wish I could protect haruchiyo from all pain)

♡ F l u f f y !

⋆ 𝑭𝒕. Sanzu Haruchiyo (little haruchiyo) ˖ ࣪ !

You and Haruchiyo were childhood friends, since they were practically babies, you were practically raised together, Akashi always liked you, you were his one and only love, he was always kind and affectionate, writing you letters and giving you little flowers he found on the street, and despite being kind, he protected you from the older children and always bandaged your knees when you fell or hurt yourself. everything was going well, until "incident" happened, leaving Haruchiyo with permanent scars on his lips.

You went to visit him in the hospital, seeing him with bandages on his mouth you felt distressed and heartbroken to see him suffer, the scars were deep, but even so, Haruchiyo still made an expression of happiness when he saw you, you still had no idea of the severity of the wound, until a few days passed, Akashi was already without the bandages, he was embarrassed to go see you and end up scaring you with those marks, despite that, he didn't want to leave you, he was a good boy, he was always the most loving boy you'll ever meet despite being so rejected by his older brother.

"...Will you still like me with these scars?"

Haruchiyo was so sweet, you would still love him anyway, but of course he would feel bad about the marks, you were just kids, so it was even harder to deal with.

"Of course! You don't have to be ashamed of your scars" You hugged him, smiling at him.

"Do you promise you don't think I'm ugly?"

"You are beautiful to me, Haruchiyo!"

"(Name♡) I promise that when we grow up, I will marry you! Pinky promise"

The sweet boy's cheeks turned red,he gave you a small ring made of candy, as a sign of your "engagement" for the first time, he had the courage to give you a small kiss on the cheek, even though he was nervous, he managed to smile for the first time since the incident.

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[urmadiik]

wait do u take requests? I have one if u do lolol :>>

Miles x childhoodbestfriend!fem!reader who, persuaded by miles, decide to watch a scary movie during a sleepover at his house. A really scary scene shows up and reader and miles scream and cuddle each other as they’re both under his blanket. This leads Rio and Jeff to walk into the room obviously concerned, but they (especially Rio) think to themselves about how cute the two of them are together lolol. Miles’s parents still scold him about putting on a scary movie, with Rio saying how he shouldn’t try to “scare her baby” lmao

I do !! Srry I didn’t make it clear (*^‿^*) , this idea is adorable

feel free to give me request !!

also srry it took so long for me to reply to this

disclaimers/warnings⚠️ !! : fluff, fem!reader x miles 1610, use of y/n, targeted towards black readers (but you can read if you’re still interested), can be platonic or romantic

— ★ 𝟑𝐚𝐦 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 ★ —

You and Miles had been the bestest of friends ever since he moved to the complex with his parents. You don’t really remember how you started being friends, only being able to recall small moments. However, you can remember the first time you too met.

It was early in the afternoon and as a treat, your mom decided to take you to the park. When you arrived, you scurried as fast as your little legs could carry you to the swing set, wood-chips crunching under your shoes. You sat down on the little swing, the metal chains shaking and wobbling as you sat. You tried to push yourself over and over again, failing miserably with each try. As you were about to get up and ask your mom to come push you, disappointed with your failed attempts, you felt a small hand on your back. It pushed you gently, becoming more forceful overtime. You soured up and down, the colorful beads and clips in your hair clanking together as you giggled and giggled.

As the swing slowed and the sun dimmed, you hopped off the swings and turned around to see a little boy around your age. He was a couple inches shorter than you, big chestnut eyes looking up at you. He looked unfamiliar, and that was very unusual to you since you knew almost every boy and girl in the area.

“Hi, I’m y/n !” You beamed, sticking out your hand for him to shake.

He glanced down at your hand and shook it hesitantly.

“ ‘M Miles” he said in a gentle voice, a tiny smile on his face making his freckled cheeks rise up.

Almost nine years since then, you and him had been attached by the hip. Even though you switched from loose twist and lazy slick back ponytails to box braids with curly ends touching you waist, your carefree and outspoken attitude warping to a more shy and stoic one, nothing much has changed. The only thing being different about Miles was that he was a little taller than you, teasing you about it every moment of the day he got just as your did all those years ago.

Currently, you and Miles were sitting on his bed. You on your phone and him sketching out something, the pencil lazyily gliding against the thick paper of his sketchbook.

“I’m boredddd” you groaned as you flopped down on the squishy bed, your body bouncing up and down almost rhythmically before it finally settled.

“Well what do you wanna do?” He glanced over at you

Suddenly, your eyes sparked with an idea. An idea he knew and was putting off for the longest.

“A scar-“ “no”

“Come onnn. Scary movies aren’t even scary, their more for the thrill of it, y’know?”

“Y/n, 27.2% horror movies are based on real life events.” stated, trying to sound smart.

You groaned, not in the mood for his little “fun facts of the day”. After 15 minutes straight of convincing, he let out a groan.

“What movie..?” He grumbled.

You couldn’t help but chuckle a little.

“The Conjuring” You said as you sat up and leaned against him, backs against the head board as he draped the fuzzy blanket over the two of you.

A couple minutes later, he seemed intrigued with the story. To you, it was just another horror movie with the same plot and you were honestly a little disappointed. Until it got to the jumpscare.

Your eyes were draping close and you were tuning out the dialogue of the movie. All of a sudden, you heard a loud, horrifying screech coming from the tv. You open your eyes and to your horror, a ghostly white face appeared on the screen.

You and Miles both screamed loudly. You couldn’t help but hold him tightly, trying your hardest not to look at the tv. You felt him embrace you back, putting his head on your shoulder.

Just then, you heard the door slam open. You felt the yellow hue of the hallway light shine on the two of you.

“Are you two alright?” His mother said, out of breath like she had ran. Jeff being right behind her, scanning the room.

“Mhm, just watching a movie.” Miles said quietly, still shivering slightly from the almost heart attack.

As Rio looked around the room, he saw exactly what was you two were screaming about.

“Miles, what did I tell you about watching these kind of movies?” She scoffed.

“That their the gateway to hell..” He said as he lowered his head and sighed, knowing his parents were disappointed in him.

“And what were you doing showing my baby that?” She scolded, gesturing to you.

“But mami she-“ ‘No buts Miles” Jeff said as he shook his head.

You just sat there, covering your mouth with a hand to try and hold in a laugh as Rio reached for the remote and turned off the tv.

“You two, go to bed. We’ll talk about this in the morning.” She said as she sucked her teeth and closed the door.

But she couldn’t help but think about how adorable the both of you looked cuddled up like that, getting a feeling of nostalgia as she reminisced all the times the two of you would cuddle up when you were little. How small you two were, how much you changed. As the thought crossed her mind she couldn't help but feel a tiny smirk on her face.

feel free to give feedback !! sorry it got a little lazy at the end

#across the spiderverse #miles morales #miles morales 1610 #earth 1610 miles morales x reader #black reader #fluff #miles 42 #miles morales earth 42 #miles morales prowler #miguel o'hara

[tommysbentley]

A Better Man - Tommy Shelby x Reader

You deserve a better man than he is.

That’s all that rattles in your husband’s brain as he lays on your chest, arm wrapped around your torso and his fingers tracing patterns and shapes on your side. He’d been gone for two weeks dealing with shit he couldn’t trust anyone else to sort out but himself. He always felt so guilty - keeping you at an arms distance to keep you safe, out of the fray of his dangerous dealings.

He loves you. The way the light catches in your eyes when you smile at him. The line that forms between your eyebrows when he catches you worrying. Even when you’re pissed at him, he wonders how lucky he got to have you, how he’d do anything to keep you with him forever. He loves that you know him better than he knows himself.

But you deserve better. You deserve a man not broken by war, by addiction, by heartbreak, and by loss. You deserve a man that can love you with his whole heart, not what’s left of it.

“Tom? Tommy?” You whispered, trying to pull him from the thoughts he so clearly is drowning in, your fingers running across the close shave on the side of your lover’s head.

“Tommy? What’s going on in that brain of yours?” you doted.

He snapped out of his whirling thoughts, lifting his head. His crystal blue eyes boring into yours.

“Just thinking of you, love. Of us. The past… everything, really.” He answered, voice horse from his previous silence.

“Why’s that?” you responded. You loved to take in his beautiful face. His high cheek bones, animated brows, and his sharp jawline. The various nicks and scars scattered across his distinctive face. The boyish charm that he still radiates all these years later.

Tommy adjusted to sit up so he could look at you face to face.

“Sometimes, love, I just think you deserve a better version of me. I want to say you deserve a better man, but I think we both know I could never imagine a Y/N without their Tommy.” He said.

You tucked yourself into your husband’s side. Lifting your head to look at him again. Your breath catches.

“Oh Tom, but I love you just as you are. How could you think I want to a different you?” you replied, brows furrowing.

A silence hangs in the air. Not uncomfortably long or painful. These conversations weren’t scary or uncommon in the oasis of your shared bedroom. This was how your husband reaches out to you - how he peels back his protective layers to be vulnerable with you.

“Darling, I know you don’t want me any different. That’s why I love you - but I just wish I could be better for you. You deserve a man not fighting his own demons, a man who isn’t on the brink of self destruction every day.” Your husband says.

“Tom, I want you. I always have, even since I was just a girl and you was just a boy. I love you and all your cracks, bruises and aches. While you think I deserve a man who isn’t fighting his demons or something like that, what I think is that Tommy - you deserve to not fight those feelings and struggles every day. You deserve to be a better man for yourself - not just for me.” You said, reaching to hold his sharp chin in your hand and pull him toward you.

He tightens an arm around you and looks down at your loving eyes. God, he could just swim in them.

“Well doll, if that’s what you think, I’ll become a better man so that I can improve myself into the man you believe I deserve to become. Because you believing in me is all I need, I think.” He whispers to you.

You crack a big smile at your husband, teeth on full display, eyes crinkling in delight.

“Perfect. I love you, Tommy Shelby.” you say, words swimming in elated delight.

“I love you too, Y/N Shelby. Thank you for being mine.” he smiles back at you. The smile he reserves only for you.

You reach your hands around him and kiss him. Gentle and sweet until his strong hands wrap around your body, his teeth nibbling on your bottom lip for entrance as he deepens your kiss. You shift to place yourself on your husband’s lap as you kiss him. As you pull apart, you drink in his beautiful face and figure and the pale moonlight dancing across his features.

“I will always be yours, Tom.”

#peaky blinders #tommy shelby #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby x you #peaky blinders headcanon #peaky fookin blinders #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders x reader

[conan-hearts-u]

Pink Ice🌺

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Summary:Sanzu x reader fluff. Your boyfriend wants to go ice skating but you dont know how to skate

a/n:got this idea randomly while i was ice skating. I got distracted by this and i jsut noticed school is about to start

w/c:500+

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"Huh? Skating as in ice skating?" You askedclearly kinda nervous.

"Yeah Ice skating we could go on a date" He responded as he continued doing his homework "I know this one place that i used to go to with Senju"

"We still have to finish our homework " You sighed And i dont know how to skate

"I mean im almost done and you can do it on the weekend " Sanzu said smilling at you with his scars on his cheeks "And we havent went out on a date in a looong time" he put his hand on your cheek

"But I dont have skates."You sighed "And my mom would kill me if i didnt do my homework now" you added

"You can borrow skates from there and please please please y/n" he started begging and pulling your arm

God.. this guy is suppoused to be the scary delinquent boy "Ok ok. I give up." you chuckled "Alright lets go"

When you arive there are a lot of people. You walk up to the counter where the borrow skates. You pick your size and go over next to Sanzu who was tying his sktes laces. You sit down and start putting on the skates.

"Ugh these are hard to tie " you complain struggling to tie the laces

"C`mon Y/n they arent that hard to tie!" he went over to the ice and started skating. Suprisingly he was really good at it and he was fast like really fast. He looked amazing. How didyou even pull someone like that?

You started getting lost in your thoughts. The first time you meet him. It was a couple of years ago you where in middle school. Some high school student were bothering and he came over and beat them up. He got hurt badly and you offered to patch him up. It took him a while to accept, he was acting so cold.

"What are you staring at perv?" He looked at you with a smirk on his face under his mask.

"Shut up."

"But seriously stop staring get over here."

You sigh and go over to the ice. Are youa ctually doing this? Fuck it.

"Haru! wait for mee" you shouted trying your best to not fall

"Wait you cant actually skate?" he started laughing "Dont worry ill teach you" he takes both of your hands into his

"you better not go fast please." you told him holing onto him tightly "Promise."

He didnt say anything he just smirked and started going fast. you started screaming and holding onto him tightly. He was laughing the entire time

"HARU BE CAREFUL THERE IS A WALL BEHIND YOU!" you shouted but it was too late. He fell and then you fell on top of him

"Oh wow if you wanted to be on top of me you could have just told me"

"Shut. the .fuck. up."

"Okay okay"

both of you started laughing

"Well this date is ruined " you sighed

"Its not over yet. lets go eat dinner together"

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#tokyo revengers #tokrev #fluff #tokyo revengers x reader #sanzu x you #sanzu haruchiyo x reader

[mvltisstuff]

Evan Buckley x Fem!reader

A fic were after reader is fully healed from her accident, her and Buck finally get married.

Thx I love your content so much

are you with me cont. - e.b

summary: request :) part two to are you with me

evan buckley x reader

a/n: i’m so glad someone requested to finish aywm bc i was kinda tempted to do it anyway 😭

the visions that had been in a binder and a computer file were now in front of y/n and buck. the perfection was overwhelming, their closest friends and family had been there for them. the entire 118 sat front row, silently cheering on the newlyweds.

after y/n’s injury, she never thought this day would actually happen for a while. the grief, the pain, the process was an agonizing experience. at the end of the day, seeing her perseverance, buck knew that there was no one else on this planet for him. not for a moment did he regret putting the sparkling diamond on her left hand. in fact, he cherished every moment he saw that rock on her finger. he would buy the world for her, but at least the ring was the closest thing.

she’d been wobbling around for months, going through physical therapies and new medications. she was terrified that she would never heal, but her fiancé being by her side the whole time is the true fix. she swears it is, at least. she knows that buck would never leave her for anything, and that was the one solid thing she had during that time. her leg was uncertain, it could get worse or it could get better. buck loved her nonetheless. her anger had melted into strength.

after the main ceremony, they moved onto the reception. the two were dancing in the center for their first time as husband and wife. his hand was glued on her waist, and the other was entangled with hers. nothing could beat the feeling she had right now. she would go through those few months all over again if it meant she could experience him for the rest of her life.

love is a scary thing. it’s pain, hurt, uncertain, but above everything else, it’s magic. love hits you like a wave of electricity, unable to be controlled. buck love for y/n goes deeper than the ocean and all the way across the globe. love is always scary, knowing what can happen and also knowing that it can all be thrown away in the blink of an eye. they never felt scared with one another.

so, they danced like they were the last people on earth. like no one was watching. buck spun her around and watched her radiant dress twirl in the spotlight of the floor. he awaited the moment where they could reconnect, and she would turn back around to display her alluring smile and bewitching eyes. everything about her was enchanting to buck. not a single day passed where he admired her heavenly aspects.

y/n’s mind was cleared of her injury, being the only thing she could think of for a long time. the whole affair had almost destroyed her, but it turned into a little scar on her leg. she was never going to let it take over her life, it just blurred her vision. she’s confronted with reminders everyday, but buck is her constant soldier. and that is something that boy with the bombs could never take away.

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[yanverse]

conrad my beloved 🥹 he’s not gonna win against the sheer force that is harley chicken man in the polls but he’s still number one in my heart <3

i think he’s been too uwu lonely russian boy from a small village in his tag lately from ur og blog so i wanna know what he’s like when he snaps hehe

like how would he hunt down and punish a darling who’s been affectionately biding her time to escape when he’s out hunting? cause idk if he’d be as scary as ilya but i would welcome it 👀

want scary conrad? i can give you scary conrad.....<3

hunted -- conrad dmitriev

(cws: DDDNE, yandere, stalking, kidnapping, violence against reader, blood, injuries, guns/knives, cutting/scarring, implied somno/noncon, manipulation, death mentions)

word count: 2k

Not even the pitch of the settling dark could mask the eyes that follow you between the trees. 

These woods aren't for the faint of heart. Those who live here were born here, survived here, and will inevitably die here. Considering there's only been one–at least in recent memory–who has escaped that curse, it's clear to anyone with sight that this harrowing corner of the world is meant for only two things; locals and wildlife. 

And trees, of course. Enough to cluster in scattered array, leaving only tiny clearings in between in which to get your bearings, though you can never really stop moving in this cold. The snow isn't so much a hindrance as it is a hurdle; glaringly obstructive in the way caution tape would be around a bloody car crash. It should be circumvented with great caution by those who don't wish despair upon their own selves, yet here you are in the thick of it. Cold, wet, and completely, utterly lost. 

Conrad warned you of these dangers, but you ignored him. Why would you possibly take the advice of someone who betrayed you? His whole story was made up of lies–why he was conveniently in the area the night you came across each other, what exactly he had to do with your car that seemingly sprouted an issue from nowhere, and who he even was altogether. Course, you could've been a touch more scrutinizing…you can't exactly imagine, at least not easily, that a man who lives almost entirely alone in an isolated forest of the country could live comfortably with his sanity still intact. He isn't just an ice fisher that sells his produce to the near-zero visitors of this confusing wasteland. Conrad is a killer. A killer for hire, no less. 

And right now, unbeknownst to you, you're his next target….well, unknowingly until your footsteps halt in the knee-deep snow for a breather, and the softest click sounds right at the base of your skull. You don't need to turn your head to see. Nobody else would make it this far without leaving footprints in this awful snow. 

“Malyshka.” That word bleeds into you with every syllable, puffed hotly over the skin of your ear from behind. It stirs up memories, good ones for once, of that loving nickname uttered in laughter and scorn and a teasing lilt as Conrad takes you by the hand and waltzes you through his living room. The tinny scratchiness of his cheap, portable radio gave the cabin a hum that still resonates in your veins, but you can't go back to that world even if you wanted to. That place will forever be tainted with the memories of Conrad's twisted fascination with you, permanently marred by deceit and thinly-veiled manipulation. 

It doesn't seem like that matters at all to your former lover, however. Because when Conrad grips your arm in that deathly squeeze, you get the sense immediately that he's betting on taking you back. He's going to walk you through the snow right back where you came from, and he's going to be so angry he won't sleep for days. That's what you think.

The butt of his rifle cracking you in the skull isn't what you expected, however. The crunch of bone under the varnished chunk of wood sickens you to the core of your soul, a warmth exploding out from your hair and splattering the ground as you immediately collapse forward. Your dead weight sinks you deep into the snow, but even then, and even in your dazed state, you feel it's much shallower here than before. Maybe that's why Conrad waited to corner you here–maybe it will be easier to pile the snow on top of your body when he kills you in his rage. 

Time slows to a tick all of a sudden. Conrad's boots crunching in the snow around you ripples a series of shivers through you, your warm body growing colder by the minute as he circles you like a hungry predator. Shiiing, click, thummp. The sound of his gun being slung over his shoulder catches your focus, and then the distinct slice through the sheath as Conrad pulls out his knife. You know the one. That thing is big. And sharp. You cut your hand on it once accidentally and he just about lost his mind with worry. Doesn't seem like he's all too concerned about that now, though.

Although his voice carries between the whispers and howls of the wind, you couldn't understand him if you tried. You've lost the privilege of Conrad speaking your language, evidently, because while he is addressing you not a word of it is in English. It's just another way to control you…another way to show you his love, if he were to spin it that way. 

A beat of silence passes without note. He's stopped moving. You can feel him, his body heat, hovering over you from above. The knife is probably just dangling in his hand, wondering if he should drop it or bring your life to an end with force, grant you some kind of small mercy as he takes you apart before finally slitting your throat like a hunted animal. Conrad stands waiting, watching you lie motionless and dizzy in the snow, and even once you feel him sink to his knees on top of you there's no strength in you to move. Blood pools at the base of your neck from the gash he's probably left in your head. I'm going to die. Your own voice ringing from within triggers you into a push, your fingernails digging into hard, packed snow as you try to lift yourself up–but even though he doesn't hit you a second time, Conrad isn't gentle as he grips your neck and shoves you back down. 

“Still.” He quietly mumbles amid the harsh breeze whistling past your ears. “Stay, malyshka.” 

Clearly, he wanted an answer. Your silence is more than enough of one however, and with a swing and an arc of the blade your lover is rrrrrrripping your clothes apart, knife cutting cleanly up the back of the too-thin flannel that you stole in lieu of a proper coat. Through the layers underneath he slices with practiced ease, catching patches of skin with the tip but not allowing the beads of blood to distract him from his task. Your eyes dart sideways to see his gloved fingers carving out a lump of snow from near your head, a few trickles of blood from your wound staining the purity of those white, soft haloes. He raises it quick and your arms tense at the feeling of that sting hitting your bare back–but it isn't the blade first, it's that clump of snow dragging down your flesh…the knife comes straight after that, piercing your aching skin as insult to injury, and his deep, sudden strokes that split you apart have you writhing and kicking out on the ground in agony. 

Pure, violent hatred spills out of you in those moments, your screams echoing off the trees with just the same tremor as the howling, squealing winds blowing through the mountains. Conrad only cares for your pain when it impedes his progress, his knee coming down harshly on your lower back to keep you from squirming away as he makes his cuts. He must be trying to dig your organs out, he's killing you, he's surely tracing out your most valuable spots with such aggressive stabs of unconscionable, burning, violent torment. Will he wait for you to die? Will he make sure before he leaves? Will he drag your corpse back home with him, frozen and stiff, or will he leave you for the wolves and bears and god knows what else out in these woods? 

As your blood drains into the snow, those thoughts become less and less urgent. As your willpower fades into numbness, the cold pressing into your back grows from a sting into a shaking, fragile numbness that spreads outward. You must be dying now, you can only imagine that your body will give out at any moment if Conrad doesn't stop. It hasn't even occurred to you yet that he has stopped, not until you catch a peripheral glimpse of his black-cloaked hand cleaning the blade in the snow. It's your blood that trickles down the handle…and there's so much of it you're on the verge of losing all hope. There's only the tiniest, faintest glimmer left, and it's fading just as fast as your consciousness. 

“...Look how pretty you are now, malyshka.” 

Those words will haunt you into death, you're most certain. They're the last ones to linger in your ears as the whiteness grows dark, and your eyes flutter closed while the sound of a drip, drip, drip echoes your dreamless sleep…

Drip, drip, drip. 

You'd know the sound anywhere. It's easier to listen to without that wind howling in your ears, but it's going to be harder to locate. This time, when your eyes open within the warmth of a closed-in room, gratitude isn't the first thing you feel for surviving another night in this dense nightmare. 

It's pain. Hot, unbearable, searing pain, violating you in senses inconceivable as it crawls in waves down your back; violent, stiffening, and like a hot iron being pressed up and down and up and down on constant repeat. The warm air of the cabin isn't helping at all as it hits your marked flesh, it's only drawing further attention towards the dripping of something warm down your legs, but at the very least you can tell by the pillow you've drooled on that you're not laying on the open wounds. No, you've been left exposed, with the ache in your hips something you hadn't noticed before, and the weight that's shifted the bed alerts you that someone is tending them for you…and he's singing. Gently. Some lullaby in his native tongue, no doubt, as his hands move quietly and carefully up and down the flesh he ruined. 

“Pretty thing.” You can just barely catch a glimpse of him looming from behind, the din of the cabin shadowing the expression on his pale face. Conrad's muttering puts you off at once, but there's nothing you can do about it now. He meant to kill you, but he changed his mind. He took you back to the cabin to rest, and…make up for lost time, if the stickiness of your thighs is any indication. Maybe that mind will be changed again…and you can only hope it does, because whatever he carved into your back, it can't be out of love. No matter how much he's going to try to convince you it is. “You are hurt, love. You want whiskey?” 

What hurts more is that you can feel the smirk in his tone. He's having a laugh at you. You tried to run but I caught you. I'll always catch you. You can never hide from me. That's what he's probably thinking. 

“No…” Somehow, from some deep well of power within you, your voice forms in a trembling resistance to his strength. Conrad's hands covered in balm and fibres of gauze he's tying round you pause, if just for a moment, and in the relative silence with those drip, drip, drips in the background you find the rest of your voice. 

“...I want you dead.”

How laughable. Conrad doesn't laugh, he merely tuts at you–a disapproving parent scolding a young scoundrel. If you weren't so appallingly special to him, he might punish that rejection of his help with a slap or an elbow right into those throbbing wounds that spell out his name. Instead, he dips his head low, and lets his deep, rough whisper creep into your ear and make a home in the deepest pits of fear that reside in your pretty little head.

“Then you just try to kill me, malyshka.” 

#conrad dmitriev #conrad dmitriev x reader #conrad x reader #yandereverse #male yandere #yandere ocs #ellie writes #anons #2k

[literallylexa]

Dr. Monster

(Sam x Dean x Cas x Reader)

Chapter 2: “The Prophecy”

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Should be a longer storyline. Has a bit of a mystery aspect to it. Specific chapters will be for certain romantic interests which I will put in the beginning of each chapter. This story is about (Y/N). Think of it as an entire season about YOU! Still developing a storyline but has lots of ideas. Will have to rewatch some seasons to get the lore right. Debating if I want to “spoil it” in the description of what the fanfic is about or leave it a mystery. I think I’m going to set the story around season 7-8 but of course I’m changing up some of the things that happen so it will be off script from the original spn show.

I’m going to switch to second person rather than third. Easier to write when it’s in (Y/N)’s POV.

Saving people, killings things, it’s the family business. During one of Sam and Dean’s hunts, they came across a small town in Oregon. Strange encounters happen is this town frequently, however there hasn’t been any killings or missing persons until now.The boys find their way to a veterinary hospital and find the cause of it…

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The group arrives back to the hospital. The boys follow you to your office. “This town has many supernatural beings in it. None of them would hurt any of the people here. We all work together to make this community safe. All of them here have nothing to go back to. They either lost their homes, families, or they were turned forcefully. They all came to me for help. I provide them medical care if they were hurt, jobs, a new life. In exchange, they protect us.” You say.

“Was that woman last night also supernatural?” Dean asks.

“Whoever is killing these people specifically know that they are supernatural.” You sigh. “Maybe it’s a hunter?”

“Or another supernatural being.” Castiel replies, “I feel a presence here, something strong.”

“I feel it too. Ever since the night at the diner, the energy in this place has been off. Like somethings here…watching us.” You add on.

“That makes no sense though. Another monster killing monsters?” Sam says.

“We killed the bitch, Eve.” Dean sighs, “Sent her ass back to purgatory. None of her freak shows should be around anymore. Unless some flew under the radar.”

You gasp, “Eve?” You’ve met a woman named Eve before. Dark brown hair, green eyes wearing a white dress. She came to the diner one night, asking about this town- she never been here before. Her presence was off, making you nervous as you talked to her. She was scary, demented almost. She talked like a serial killer would. That was many months ago, however that encounter you remember like it was yesterday. Prior to Eve visiting your town, you were already involved with the supernatural. However, you’ve also been different since your encounter with Eve. Visions, actually feeling the presence of monsters, sometimes even seeing demons true faces. You’ve never dove into your new abilities, as it scared you. Are you a monster too?

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THEN:

“Excuse me ma’am?” The woman places a hand on your shoulder. A shiver runs through your entire body when she touched you. It almost stung. You gasp out, confused from the sudden sensation. You turn around facing the unknown woman, setting (your fav drink) down onto the bar counter. You look at the woman, she wears a white dress with no shoes on, hair clearly not brushed for a while. “Are you okay?” You ask her.

“I’m Eve.” She says, doing a closed mouth smile staring at you.

“Uh yeah nice to meet you.” You say, creeped out by the situation. “How can I help you?” Looking around the bar, trying to see an escape out.

“I was told to come find you. I heard you help some of my children out.” Eve continues to smile, “I’m so thankful for you. Even monsters deserve someone to care for them.”

Your eyes widen, who is this?

“Don’t be scared, (Y/N). I’m not here to hurt you. I’m just trying to show you some gratitude.” Eve chuckles. “I’ll make sure that you’re protected. A war is coming.” Eve says. “Between everyone. Watch out for yourself.” Eve stands up to leave, touching your hand. “Besides, you’re one of my children now.”

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NOW:

“You’ve spoke to Eve?” Cas asks, wide eyed.

“Holy shit.” Dean gasps. “You’re the person they were talking about in purgatory. They were saying that she’s our savior. That every monster is going to be back on Earth because of you.”

“What the hell?” Sam asks, incredibly confused.

“Hold on a second. I know what’s going on.” Cas speaks up. “Whoever is killing your friends, is actually out to get you. A lot of the monsters wanted to stay in purgatory.”

“So basically…whoever is this is coming to get me because I’m some sort of savior? That’s ridiculous.” You laugh nervously, “There is absolutely no way that I would ever let monsters out of purgatory.”

“This makes no sense.” Sam says looking at you with puppy dog eyes.

You clear your throat after making eye contact with him. He’s so handsome.

“Hold on a second. Everything is coming together now. We need to talk to Kevin. (Y/N) are you up for a road trip?”

“Who’s Kevin?” You ask, mind racing and twirling around.

“He’s a prophet of the lord.” Castiel says blankly.

“Ok first an angel, now a prophet…please don’t tell me God is real too?!” You exclaim, hands shaking.

The boys look over at each other with a shrug. “Yeah uh, his name is Chuck.” Sam chuckles.

You sigh, placing your hands down on the desk while looking down. Everything has just gotten so much more complicated.

Dean and Castiel watch outside while Sam stays with you as you pack up your things. He stood against the door frame, trying not to watch you too intently, however he couldn’t look away from you.

“I never thought I’d be in this situation.” You say, grabbing some clothes and stuffing them into a suitcase. Sam looks away as he sees you stuffing your panties into the side of it, barely fitting.

Sam gets out of his trance, “uh yeah. I mean how did you even get yourself into all this? Helping monsters?” Sam asks, looking at you intently, wanting to listen to you as you talked.

“Long story short, a shapeshifter saved me. Really bad car crash. Had to go to the hospital and they drove me there. When I saw them again, they were in another skin- ya know wanting to stay low radar. I started to look up the supernatural and I noticed it was all around me. Something about this town is special.” You say, looking at Sam.

“Not all monsters are evil.” Sam laughs, “I once fell in love with a werewolf…and a demon.” He scratches his head. “The demon was definitely evil.”

“Been there done that.” You laugh, recalling previous romantic encounters with supernatural beings. “How’d you get into hunting?”

“Well-“ Sam stops his sentence, hearing a scream from outside. “Pack your things now.” Sam runs over to the window and looks out. Dean and Castiel are fighting somebody.

“Shit.” You hiss out, hands shaking. You close you suitcase and grab your gun, cocking it back. Sam looks back at you and nods. The two of you run out to the Impala where Dean and Castiel are fighting. Your vision becomes blurry as you look at the faces of the people. Demons. Your head hurts and the back of your eyes sting, Sam grabs you by your shoulders and rushes you over to the car.

“Let’s go!” Dean yells, throwing himself into the driver seat, Sam and Castiel joining. You and Sam share the backseat as Cas is up front with Dean.

“What the hell was that?!” You scream out, “Are demons after me?”

“Maybe the demons are working for something.” Cas sighs looking back at you. “We need to get somewhere safe.”

“We’re heading to the bunker now. Kevin is meeting us there.” Dean says, driving faster.

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The team stops at a motel for the night. Sam puts together demon warding around the motel while Cas takes care of the look out. “So it looks like there’s only one bed.” Dean looks at you and smirks. You laugh, slightly charmed by Dean’s character. His smile was enchanting. You would never admit this, but his smile made your panties wet. His voice, his body, his eyes are all too much for you to handle. You know you shouldn’t think these dirty thoughts about him but you can’t stop. Looking at his lips and then back at his eyes you smile, “Looks like you and Sam can share the bed and I’ll take the couch.” You place a hand on his shoulder and bite your lip, dragging your suitecase to the couch.

“I would rather sleep on the floor.” Sam comments, pushing hair out of his face.

“Oh please I’m a pleasure to sleep with.” Dean winks at you.

“I’m sure you hear that all the time.” You laugh and shake your head. Sam seemed almost angry watching Dean flirt with you.

“Please take the bed. Dean can take the floor and I can lay on the couch.” Sam says.

“That sounds perfect.” You smile at Sam, smirking at Dean as his mouth is agape. Sam and Dean’s eyes watch you as you go from one side of the room to the other. You felt like you were walking weird from the eyes staring. However it did put a strange sense of confidence in you.

That night you couldn’t sleep. Many things were on your mind. Demons, angels, purgatory, God…what will happen when you see this Kevin person. What is your role in all of this? Not to mention the three handsome, sexy men that are taking you on this journey that kind of seem into you. What will happen next?

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#dean winchester x reader #dean x reader #spn fanfic #cas x reader #spn #castiel x reader #sam and dean #sam winchester x reader #sam x reader #spnfandom #sam x you #sam winchester #dean x reader smut #dean winchester x you #cas x y/n #cas x you #sam x y/n #dean x y/n #supernatural x reader #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural #castiel

[sugarakis-p2]

Ten-chan is the worst! Ch1

Touya Todoroki is the most handsome and sweetest guy in the senior class of AU. Desperately searching for an elusive chance to meet the almighty Touya, you throw yourself in the deep end and join the gamers club. Little did you know that the greatest prize you'd find was an absolute devil in disguise. Tenko, a creature so fearsome, a cold and ruthless shadow of a being. A pure demon, who calls you dumb, he's always cranky, stiff, horny, and severe. You'd soon find he has his claws firmly in you, a simple mistake drops a secret right into Tenko's raunchy lap, a blackmail so deviant you would do anything for him to keep your secret. All you have to do is pretend to be Tenko's girlfriend. The more you play along the more you begin to wonder what is going on in Tenko's head? What forbidden secrets lurks in Tenko's heart of darkness?

Everyone depicted in sexual acts are 18+ If you are a Dabi simp you will not like him.

Warning: Dub/Con, Fluff and blackmail, Fingering, masturbation, cussing, alternate canon and universe

Tenko has his quirk, before his quirk awakening, so scar and short blue hair. Touya is still in contact with his family and not as physically damaged. Tenko, Touya, and Shuichi are in AU.

Even though this is a Y/N x reader....I do not use Y/N because it feels icky. Because of that your appearance and that of your family will be vague.

Chapter 1

"Oh, Touya," you panted under your blankets.

You daydreamed that you, the shy, overlooked wallflower, could somehow have the attention of the hottest, most incredible boy in school. His sweet charm and boy-next-door good looks had made him immensely popular, yet his kind and gentle nature made him loveable even to those less popular. Tenko, the Gamer's Club president, was one such outcast who was invited to join the innermost circle of Touya's friends even when no one else was paying attention.

Touya had joined the gaming club. To you, it felt like a fairy tale, a whispered hope in your heart that if only he knew of your admiration, he would sweep you off your feet and into his world of popularity. The chance of a lifetime felt just within your grasp and with bated breath when you heard the news. Shuichi was your home-room classmate, an introspective, quiet one, and a gaming club member. You had to take the plunge and speak with him. This could be your opportunity to finally make an impression on Touya.

You partnered with Shuichi during a lab project and chatted with him until you got invited to the club. Shuichi was very kind, and you hugged him before you realized it. Your heart raced as you and Shuichi embraced. The electric energy between you was palpable because you were thinking of Touya. You couldn't contain your shock when he leaned in close to tell you he'd introduce you at the club. Before you knew what was happening, you'd already said yes. His cheeks flushed red as he stepped back, and you had a feeling you'd just made a new friendship.

Shuichi's said that Tenko might look scary, but he was really a great guy when you got to know him. That didn't prepare you for the terror of seeing him in person. His severe facial features and gloves made you fearful of what monsters lurked beneath. But the eyes, that crimson red, truly struck at your heart. It was as if you were looking into the eyes of pure evil. They are surrounded by scratch's but it's the two deep gashes that draw your attention. One over his right eye and the on his lip. A mole on the other corner near his chin. A demon from the depths of a nightmare was staring right back at you. He tries to hide his gruesome face with his bluish hair, but you can feel his eyes. He looks familiar somehow, you don't know how or why. No one looks like this demon. Those awful rumors of his tantrums and his quirk did little to diminish the terror he created. Even so, Tenko remained surprisingly calm and went out of his way to ensure everyone was cared for in the gaming club.

"What games are you into?" Tenko graveled in almost a whisper, looking down instead of directly at you, like you're a bug he wants to avoid. You jumped in surprise at how deep his voice was and felt goosebumps.

"I haven't really played any," you replied nervously. Tenko's gaze darts up at you and pins you where you stand, his blood-red eyes narrowing in judgment. You feel the urgent need to flee until Touya's presence catches your attention. He's casually munching on chips and paging through his sports magazine. Your heart races all over again, the thrill of his nearness coursing through you like the taste of forbidden fruit. Tenko's eyes followed your gaze, and you panicked, immediately pulling them back to him.

"What do you know about games?" Tenko almost sneered.

"Almost nothing, But I want to learn. Shuichi made it sound like so much fun," you bashfully admit. Something in Tenko softened. The fiery light of irritation within Tenko's eyes flickered, lessening ever so slightly, a gentle ease spread from this subtle shift, relaxing the tension between you.

"Alright," Tenko sighed, obviously annoyed. Scratching his neck and looking away, "You're a girl. You might like something like Kitty boom bomb, Mario Kart, and then let's try a few RPGs later."

"What is an RPG?" You asked. Tenko's eyes widened, a wildfire of fury blazing in his irises. You cringed, feeling chills run through your body. Shuichi, however, found the situation hilarious and could barely contain his laughter as he gently pulled you away toward the safety of Mario's Kart. As the months flew by, you found yourself stealing more than glances at Touya. Every time you saw him, your heart would flutter, and you couldn't look away. Yearning for those moments, you'd snap a few photos to store away in your Touya collection, little treasures in your personal collection.

"You're a creep," Tenko stated flatly, out of nowhere. Your jaw dropped in shock at what a rude jerk he was being.

"I am not," you snarled at him.

"Then Why are you smiling like that at your phone? Are you looking at something nasty?" Tenko asked.

"No, you Hanzo-main!" You gritted at him and walked away, missing the proud smirk on Tenko's face. The gaming club teaches you all the jargon, and to your surprise, it's actually fun. Shuichi and Tenko take you under their pro-gamer wings. Even though Tenko still scares the crap out of you.

Touya is a model, everyone gets to see his face, but none got to see this side since you are one of two girls in the club. Never brave enough to talk to him, you enjoy just looking at him in these special moments. He must really like Tenko because he never played games. He just hung out and ate free snacks. He only noticed you when he complimented your cherry cupcakes, those few words spinning your world. You swooned. It sent your heart into a frenzy. A few days later, Tenko, Shuichi, and Touya are talking about their new apartment together.

"Hey you," Touya said. He had been looking in your direction, but you were none the wiser. Suddenly, he opened his mouth to speak, and his words were meant for you. You were startled, unable to comprehend the reality of the situation. He was actually talking to you. You mentally squeal in delight.

"Who me?" You asked nervously, pointing to yourself.

"Yeah, why don't you come and bring those cherry cupcakes?" Touya asked.

"Jeez, Dabi. I was going to invite her anyway," Shuichi said. Turning to your and whispering, "You don't need to bring anything if you don't want to."

"I am inviting the entire club," Tenko rasped, scratching his neck harder.

You were elated when Touya invited you to the party, directly. A smile spread across your face as you exclaimed, "It's not a big deal! I'm happy to do it! I'll make enough for everyone!" Tenko and Shuichi exchanged a knowing glance. But you are not paying attention. You'd have agreed to cut off your own hand to be at that party. After all, Touya wanted your cupcakes and invited you personally. You are going to make them with pure love.

Your mom helped you work tirelessly to craft six dozen cherry cupcakes, each one a feat of confectionary art. But you weren't content with perfection, your ambition was far more daring. After all, your mom told you the way to a man's heart is through his stomach. You set aside one cupcake, a special, unique work of heart-stopping craftsmanship. Baked with love, it was topped with a candy heart inscribed with your number and your name. A message just for Touya. With trembling fingers, you set this special cupcake aside in a box fit for a prince that said: for Touya.

You couldn't wait to see the delight on Touya's face when you presented the treat you had painstakingly prepared. As you pictured the surprise awaiting you, you tenderly set aside the cherry galette like an exquisite crown jewel. Fervently tapping out a message to Shuichi, you requested his help to carry these earthly delights. You were in a rush, racing against the clock to prepare everything for the guest's arrival. Your mom even helped make you an unbelievably cute new outfit, pink plaid, suited you. The place is huge and fancy, you twirled in delight, and Shuichi couldn't help but grin. Sparse furniture, though.

"I have something special for Touya," you said, setting three batches on the table.

"Why don't you put it in his room? He's not in right now, but I'm sure he wouldn't mind. It's at the top of the stairs to the right," Shuichi grunted, setting out the rest of the snacks. You know you shouldn't, but you could not resist seeing his room. Your heart is fluttering in your chest like a caged bird. Your hand trembles as you knock lightly before entering, and cautiously crack open the door to Touya's room.

"Touya?" You squeak. Immediately you are struck by how neat it is, except for the desk area, which has an amazing gaming setup. You didn't think Touya cared about games, but maybe he was more into online than the LAN or couch co-op that the club is into. Your curiosity piques, taking a timid step inside, and a thrill of surprise races through you as you dared a closer look.

You can't help but admire the setup, taking in every detail and feeling more than a little excited to explore all the possibilities. You wouldn't have guessed Touya was so into online gaming or into manga! He had so many romance novels your head swam. You know you shouldn't be here, but who could resist the opportunity to see Touya's secret gaming lair. Maybe he's not in the club just for free snacks?

You gingerly place the cupcake next to his bedside, the bows glitter glimmering under the nightstand lamp. His bed looks large and comfy. Like a magnet, his bed pulls you in closer. Its warmth envelops you, and you can't help but take a deep breath into its comfortable depths. You are hesitant until you realize your gesture may be rejected. What if he throws out your cupcake? What if he laughs and calls you a creep like Tenko? The thought makes you greedy for what little you can get. It wouldn't be so bad if you sniffed his scent. Just a little whiff and you'll leave you promise yourself. Hesitantly, you allow yourself to take in his scent. You succumb to the temptation, flopping on the bed instead of leaving. Embracing his pillow and imagine feeling his comforting embrace, you close your eyes, inhaling deeply.

You revel in its sweet aroma. So, this is what Touya smells like. Your heart quivered, and your senses tingled as you inhaled his scent. Your soul sings, he has a sweet, musty plum rain lingering on your tongue smell. Your mind raced, and your heart pounded harder as your middle was heated with lust. A thrill shot through you as your body stirred with unbidden desire. With a squeeze of his pillow, a thought crept through your mind, daring you to act on your impulses. Quickly, you reached for your phone to gazed upon Touya's face.

Your breath hitches as your fingers slowly slide down your body, the sensation stirring a heady anticipation. As they caress your thighs, your mind revels in the thought of what the man you love, Touya, how you imagine what he would do if he were here. With a tantalizing caress, you lift your skirt, feeling the forbidden pleasure of your exposed skin as your fingers lightly tickle along your panty line. All too soon, they slip past, exploring the hidden heat of your desire to play with your clit. Your breathing grew ragged and labored as you felt electricity surge through your body, your clit becoming more and more sensitive with every movement of your fingers.

Shocks of pleasure ran down your spine like wildfire, urging your mind and body to succumb to the desires you had desperately tried to suppress. What if he caught you? You imagine him ravishing you. The heat of your arousal intensifies as your being becomes overwhelmed by your lustful thoughts. Looking around the room, you could feel your desire intensify, fueled by your own vulnerability of being caught by Touya. Closing your eyes, you delighted in the bliss that washed over you as wave after wave of tingles consumed you. You never felt more alive. You are so caught up in your lust that you don't hear the shower shut off or the bathroom door opening.

"What the fuck?" Tenko graveled.

You bolted upright to see Tenko standing there, enraged, his slim frame rigid and looming, with only a towel wrapped around his waist. You are so shocked and surprised your scream caught in your throat. His eyes flashed wildly, trying to make sense of what confronted him, your glistening fingers, disheveled hair and clothes, flushed skin, dilated pupils, and the phone clasped in your fist.

His jaw drops at the same time as his towel. This time you shrieked in shock, barely registering as you dropped your phone and tried to cover your eyes. He clamps that terrifying hand over your mouth with no glove on, making you shriek louder around his hand. You could have killed me you jerk! You try to yell at him. 

"Be quiet, or Shuichi will hear," he hissed. In an act so naughty, you are plunged into deeper shock, he grabbed your hand and licked the fingers covered in your juices clean. His mouth was so warm and soft you melted at little, briefly overriding your shame and disgust. 

"Hey, Ten? Did you hear something?" Shuichi said on cue. Tenko pulled your finger from his mouth with a pop.

"Playing a with that new girl. I'm just showing her that new horror RPG. We'll be down after this level," Tenko shouted.

"Don't make me do all of this alone!" Shuichi yelled back. You felt a wave of relief. You don't want others to know about this. You expected Tenko to stop and admonish you. What he did instead was something that left you so flustered you could barely breathe.

He ran his fingers through your hair and tucked a stray strand behind your ear. He flashed a smile as he gently caressed your neck and face. His touch sent shockwaves down your spine. His smile almost made him look handsome. You felt the heat rushing to your cheeks, and all you could do was blush deeply. His gentle chuckle further surprised you.

"Sorry. He has a little crush on you, and I didn't want to hurt his feelings," Tenko said. He tenderly brushed his thumb across your trembling bottom lip. His gaze pinning you, your heart leapt into overdrive, knowing he was there to protect Shuichi. Men who value true friendship are meant to be leaders and that turned you on more, "Speaking of. I thought you had a thing for him?"

"What?" you gasped in surprise, "No. We're just friends." Before you can say anything else, Tenko is on you, pinning you down in your first kiss, your lips meet tenderly at first. You could feel the heat of his kiss grow as his lips moved against yours with surprising confidence. They are soft with a light scrap of cracked skin.

The sensations sent shivers through your veins were like nothing you had ever felt. He took his time exploring your mouth with his tongue, tasting your desire, and sending you soaring. This was your first kiss, and it was from someone you never expected. Tenko was leaving you breathless. He pulled away and grinned.

"Good. You are so fucking cute. I wanted you the moment I saw you. You taste sweet, by the way," Tenko breathed. He locked his lips back on yours before you could think or answer. You are whimpering in his mouth as you feel his hands start to move. He trailed a finger down your body, teasing your skin before opening your blouse, jerking up your bra, freeing your breasts, and stroking over your tender flesh.

"Mur mands," you yelped in fear into his mouth. Tenko didn't understand you, or he mistook your reactions for arousal instead of fear. Because he pulled away, kissing your neck and trailing down your chest, softly he cupped your breasts before taking a nipple in his mouth, licking and teasing it with the gentle pressure of his velvety tongue. Making you moan before you can stop him.

"H-hey," you squealed. Tenko pinched and tweaked your nipple between his thumb and finger, rolling and pulling them harshly with those deathly hands. Gasping in pleasure, he took it as a sign to explore further. His hand moved to your other breast as his mouth left a trail of kisses down your chest, sending shivers through your body. He looked up at you with his crimson eyes, mischief dancing there as he sucked your nipple into his mouth, playing with it with his tongue and using his teeth. Your sharp intake of breath was your only response, and when he released your nipple, you felt an even stronger wave of desire and need. You wanted him to keep going, and you felt dizzy.

Tenko's hand moved to your other breast, massaging it firmly as his thumb gently rolled around your nipple. You moaned, your desire intensifying by the second, and he pulled you close with one arm around your waist. He was pressing you to his nude, warm, hard body. A soft murmur of satisfaction as he swirled his tongue on your tender flesh that pebbled under his attention, and the appreciation only excited you further. He gave you a lustful grin before lowering his lips to your nipple once again. Soon your breasts were alive with pleasure as Tenko teased and tantalized your nipples with masterful skill. Popping them out of his mouth before he held your head next to his face. His hot breath is fanning over the cup of your ear.

"Your body is so sensitive. Let me help you finish what you started," Tenko whispered. He stroked a finger over your panties between your sensitive lips and hard clit. You squeal again, "So wet for me."

You felt your body tense up as Tenko's fingers moved closer and closer to your most intimate area. Your breath quickened as he fondled your breast, sending sparks of pleasure through your body. Tenko's fingers finally brushed against your core over your panties, and you gasped, your legs instinctively trying to close shut to protect yourself. But it was too late. Tenko had already trapped you in his grip, picking you up and spreading you across his lap, your legs opened wide across his knees while your back was pressed firmly against his muscled chest. You could feel his strength and power radiating through his body, and you were too weak to stop it. Something massive, hot, and hard pressed against your ass and spine.

Your mind was awhirl with a combination of fear and pleasure, and you could feel yourself slowly succumbing to him, despite yourself. You can feel him so vividly as his fingers work their way toward your pussy, while his other hand caresses your breast, pinching your nipple until it peaks. You wanted to push him away, but simultaneously, you wanted to stay and experience everything he gave you. You were paralyzed with a mixture of emotions, unable to move or speak. Your body feels weak and shaky. You're not sure if it was from almost cumming from a kiss and nipple play, or the intense spike of adrenaline that plummeted when you discovered Tenko would not kill you. You felt like a such a timid dumb virgin and you needed to stop this misunderstanding, right now.

"Sto-," you are crying when a knock comes on the door, and Touya's voice filters in. This time you welcome Tenko's hand over your mouth. The thought of him seeing you with Tenko is mortifying. Tenko stiffened, his reaction different than with Shuichi. He seemed angry again and that shut you up more than anything.

"What?" Tenko growled at the door. His fingers gently slip beneath your waistband of your panties, exploring a space you have never ventured into. You mumble for him not to around his hand, four fingers dug into your cheek you doubt he could understand anything but moans, it's too late. You gasp in a mixture of pain and pleasure as he penetrates your virgin hole. Nothing has ever been in there before and you almost cry out when his fingers go deeper, the sensations coursing through your body. Your voice muffled as your body shuddered.

"Why is your door locked?" Touya asked, still on the other side.

"Because I want privacy!" Tenko shouted. He was exploring you with a hunger that made your heart race. He kissed your neck and nipped at your ear, sending shivers of bliss and pain through you as his finger plunged in and out. You couldn't help but moan as all the sensations combined to make you tremble against him. "You are so tight, but sucking me in. Are you a virgin?" He teased you. Yes! You mentally scream

"Whatever, I was wondering if you-," Touya said conversationally, with Tenko responding like nothing was happening, the conversation fading as every part of you being is focused on what Tenko is doing. Ultimately, you found yourself surrendering to him, your body trembling with tension. All you could do was sit there and let him take control of your pleasure. You closed your eyes and allowed yourself to be taken away to a place of satisfaction and ecstasy.

"This is your sweet spot. You're clenching down on me, getting wetter and gushing. You're about to cum," Tenko chuckled, adding another digit, and you could feel the light scrape of his nails deep inside you. No, no, no, your mind screamed. You don't want this. Not with Tenko, but it felt so good. So good you couldn't help but moan. The rough pads of his slender fingers dug deep. You leaned back against Tenko, your body trembling in sensuality as the waves of bliss crashed over you. You could feel your heart racing as your breath caught in your throat, as you pussy sucked on his digits, greedy for more. Drooling against Tenko's hand as your hot pants meet his palm. 

"Go ahead and cum," Tenko whispered.

"Alright, I'll get your half of the yen later," Touya's retreating form said.

You gasped as your orgasm hit, its intensity sending your body quivering in an all-encompassing wave of ecstasy. Every muscle tensed as you clung to the sound of Touya's voice, feeling the intensity build until it finally burst, sending ripples of delight cascading through your body. You let out a deep moan of ecstasy. Your eyes squeezed shut as you reveled in the bliss that seemed to go on forever. When it finally subsided, you opened your eyes, feeling relaxed and content. That was more intense than when you touch yourself.

"Damn. You made a puddle. I bet I can get you to squirt," Tenko beamed. You jerk from him in a sudden wave of boiling rage and shame.

"You are unbelievable!" You raged. Touya was supposed you be your first, and this creep took that dream from you. Tenko's face twists into confusion until his eyes land on the box.

He picked it up while you struggled to get your bra back on. He looked at the: For Touya and decayed it with mounting rage. Then he bent down, picked up your phone, and saw who you were looking at while you touched yourself on his bed. It dawned on him when you gasped and flung yourself at him to snatch your phone back.

"Give me that. It's mine," you wailed. Trembling on the verge of tears, you tried to stay still as you watched Tenko's face twist into deranged laughter. He held your phone in one hand and a cupcake for Touya in the other, like he was taunting you. You felt more terrified than ever before.

You wanted to slide away from his menacingly cackling face, but you couldn't. Tenko could ruin you if he told Touya. Tenko was your only way back to the safety of Touya and your phone. He shoved the phone in your face as if proving to you just how much power he had. You felt the ever-increasing pressure build up within, threatening to bring you to the brink of emotional collapse. You were helpless, hopeless, and at Tenko's mercy.

"You're a creepy little stalker fangirl," he giggled and accused, "You've been secretly taking pictures of him. You came here to masturbate to Touya. That's extra creepy. He wouldn't like this at all."

"I did not. Shuichi said Touya's bedroom was on the right. I just wanted to give him a gift," you sniveled. Tenko laughed again, mocking you and making you feel so stupid.

"Was his back turned to you?" Tenko asked. It dawned on you too late. Tenko laughed again, continuing to mock you. Every word making you feel dumber. Tenko's obnoxious laughter echoed in the room as you fumed with rage. You shook with anger before finally losing your grip and tears streaming down your cheeks. Acting on instinct, you lashed out, slapping him across his smug face.

"I am a virgin!" You cried as you snatched up your phone and ran out of his room, leaving him stunned.

"Hey! Wait!" Tenko yelled after.

You stumble headlong into Touya,  bouncing off him and tumbling to the ground with a loud thump. Scrambling for an explanation, you're speechless as embarrassment floods your cheeks.

Shuichi was right behind him at the bottom of the stairs. You can't deny the truth—they both caught you coming out of Tenko's bedroom, disheveled and sweaty. As you wrestle for something to say, you can feel your heart sink, knocked off balance by shock and humiliation.

"Whoa! Are you ok?" Touya reached out, offering his hand to help you up from the ground. It felt like life raft and a sea of troubles. His firm grip easily lifts you, "Oh hey, it's cupcake girl. What's wrong, darling?"

You feel abruptly yanked away and firmly pulled back into Tenko's tight embrace. He stands behind you gloriously in the nude and unashamed, devouring the cupcake you made for Touya, like an asshole.

"She is my girlfriend, and we're having a bit of a lover's quarrel," he informs Touya possessively, with a piercingly cold glare. Then, as if to tease you further, he licks the candy heart to the tip of his tongue and, with a crooked smirk, swallows it down. The words 'be mine' glistening on it stab you in the heart. You feel a wave of humiliation and agony sweep over you so intensely that you wish the ground beneath you would open and swallow you down. But Touya stands there, his lips twisted in a knowing smirk.

"You idiots. We have guests waiting for us downstairs," Touya gestured at the mass of people gathering to see what the fuss is about, "Kiss and makeup already. It shouldn't be that hard with such a cutie."

You stumble past Touya and Shuichi, through the crowd, frantically trying to hide your face as tears stream down your cheeks. Touya had called you darling and cute. He helped you up and expressed tender concern, and your heart leapt to hear such sweetness on what could only be described as the darkest day of your life.

It only brought you fresh anguish and made you ache for what could have been.Tenko stole my first kiss with Touya, repeated in your head as you ran from everyone's stares. You stumble blindly, desperate to escape, aching at the thought of more humiliation in the face of those who had seen you at the party. Your broken sniffles and heaving chest are the only noise you hear until you finally reach the safety of home.

Back at the party, "What just happened? I hope she's not sick," was murmured through the crowd.

"What the fuck was that about?" Shuichi barked.

"Sorry. We were fooling around, and I jizzed all over her dress. I know you were into her, Shuichi, but she confessed, and it just happened," Tenko says, scratching his neck. Touya laughed out loud, and that kid everyone calls Hawks gave Tenko a thumbs up and yelled nice dick. Now all the girls were stealing glances until Touya blocked their view. Tenko did have a big one, and the rest of these girls didn't need to compare.

"What?" Shuichi asked, surprised. His face twisted in anger for another reason, "Never mind, I guessed as much. First, get on some pants. Second, apologize to her. Because before she was a dating interest, she was my friend, and I like gaming with her. She better not quit the gaming club because of your fuck up. Third, see that cute rabbit girl down there. I was about ready to close the deal with her, but she's friends with our girl. In fact, our girl isn't popular, but she's well known, and her main group of friends is all heteromorph girls. I promise it will trickle down to all the girls and land on top of us. If you ever want to date again, grovel, grovel like you never have before," Shuichi lectured.

"If you want, I can apologize for you," Touya leered.

"Stay the fuck away from her, Touya. I will handle it, Shuichi." With that, Tenko retreated into his room. Finishing the cupcake. He hated overly sweet things. He hated most things. But you cumming on his fingers was the best. He combined the frosting with your juices and licked his fingers clean.  

Tenko was a jerk. You had just experienced the most intense orgasm of your life, and all you could do was think about it and know it wasn't with Touya. You can feel the heat rising at your core as you remember Tenko's rough touch. You can still feel it, and your cunt throbs. You hadn't wanted to revel in the afterglow, but here you are, crushed with disappointment from where it came from.

You cleaned yourself up and went downstairs to the sound of your mom entertaining someone. Someone with a deep gravelly voice, you are instantly irritated when you recognize it.

"What is he doing here?" You growl. You are shocked at how cool he looks in his street clothes. Tenko stood and bowed deeply.

"I came to apologize. Please forgive my behavior. I humbly ask you not to quit the gamer's club," Tenko said.

"I'll think about it," you reply with a huff. He's so stiff and formal. This is nothing like he was an hour ago. 

"That is fair. If you come to the next meeting, I will have something special for you. I'll take my leave," Tenko said.

"Stay for dinner," Mom offered. If that wasn't bad enough, Tenko declared with a sly smile that he would be, "More than happy to." A statement that would only further fuel the despair that already hung in the air. Why was he doing this? He is missing his party. He acted like a charming guy with manners that had your mom wrapped around his deadly pinky. You roll your eyes through most of the meal because you know the truth. After dinner, your mom told you,...no, ordered you, to walk him to the bus stop.

"How could you say we were dating? You are such an asshole," you pouted. He smirked at you.

"You wanted me to tell the truth? Besides, you like him, right? If you pretend to be my girlfriend, you can come over whenever you want and save face at the gamers club," Tenko reasoned, walking away. You grabbed the corner of his hoodie, because it didn't take you long to decide. 

"Ok. I'll pretend to be your girlfriend," You say reluctantly. That took Tenko aback. He clearly didn't think you would take such a offer.

"You really like that guy that much," Tenko sneered.

You nod yes, "Well you're right. It's better to lie than let everyone know the truth and I get to still see Touya." 

Before you know it, he pulls you to him, lips on yours in a passionate kiss. He could feel your body mold against his, your curves giving him comfort and security. His heartbeat drummed out of control, and you could feel it pound against your chest as the warmth of your breath washed over him. The passion coursing through him was like an unstoppable river. It left him unwilling and unable to let you back away as you weakly struggled.

He gripped you tight as he parted his lips to gasp for air. His lips brushed against yours softly. The cracked skin magnified the sensations a thousand times. Suddenly the kiss deepened as his passionate desire took over. His arms encircled your waist, drawing you closer to him as his tongue sought out yours and explored.

The kiss was fiery and full of longing and love. When it finally ended, he gently brushed his lips across yours one last time before resting his forehead against yours with a heavy sigh. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment and the intense emotion. You had to brace yourself against him because he left your knees weak and shaky. He sucked the air from your lungs with how good that was. When you manage to collect yourself, you weakly shove him away.

"What was that?" You shriek.

"You're my girlfriend. If we are going to do this, then we need to make it look real. It's my reputation on the line too. By the way, I don't mind that pretty expression," Tenko rasped. Ready to pull you back for more when you escaped his grasp and turned on your heels to march home. You pause to ask him one last question.

"What if I didn't agree to this insane plan?"

"I would have told Touya you are a stalker and have photos of him. I still might tell him if you don't make it convincing," Tenko smiled as he boarded the bus. He blew you a kiss, and you flipped him off. Tenko was really the worst. That kiss he gave you blew all the others out of the water. You touched your lips and felt your cheeks burn. On your walk back, you began to plot.

The next day of school Tenko was there waiting for you at the gate, firmly gripping your hand, carrying your bag, and parading you around. It was awkward, but there was no backing out now. You had made a deal with Tenko. If you failed to make this farce look believable, he would tell Touya.

That was enough of a motivator for you to keep going with this scheme. That's ok. It's all a part of your plan now. Tenko wants a girlfriend. You'll give him a girlfriend. This will highlight what a wonderful girlfriend you will be for Touya.You made Tenko lunch and bought his favorite drinks, like a damn maid cafe.

"This is good," Tenko said. His minor praise gave you hope. You also steeled yourself and asked for your quid of the quid pro quo of your bargain.

"Can I come over today?" You asked Tenko nervously. He stared at you for a long moment.

"Remember, you have to pretend to be there for me—your boyfriend. Me," he hissed.

"Not a problem Ten-chan," you grinned mischievously. He narrowed his eyes but agreed to it. You skipped off in glee. That's what your girlfriends saw, and they think you have lost your mind. Poor Yuki shook you by your shoulders and screamed in your face. The air became tense as Yuki's voice reverberated throughout the room.

"What secrets is this man holding over you? The way you suddenly left last night speaks volumes, so you'd better tell us what you know. You can tell us, and then we will kill him!" The other girls nodded in agreement, their expressions dark and murderous. They know you too well.

"It's not like that. Tenko can be very kind," you said, remembering his kiss and feeling your cheeks heat up. The girls exchange a look, "I'm serious. Come to the gamers club with me and meet him. Plus, there are plenty of cute guys. Touya Todoroki is there."

Tenko looked around the room, eyeing the girls with their crossed arms and murderous glares. He took a deep breath, ready to recite his spiel on gaming options in his typically hostile and stiff way, but then he felt a gentle nudge beside him. He looked to his side and saw Shuichi, a look of assurance in his eyes. Relief washed over Tenko when Shuichi saved him.

"Ten-chan," You beam. Knowing full well Chan is cute but meant for girls, and if you know English, his name sounds like 'tension.' It's clever, and you want to get a rise out of him, "I want to challenge you to some Mario Kart." The look he gave you was withering. But he took your hand and kissed it.

"I could never deny you anything," Tenko said with a smile, his presence radiating such charm that it elicited a chorus of 'awws' from the ladies watching, effortlessly leading the way to the console like prince charming. That made your blood boil. You scowled. Ok. You deserved that. Both of you seem to be laying it on thick today.

You were both overly affectionate, but this was getting uncomfortable, especially with your girlfriends in the room. You're worried your girlfriends might like Tenko too much and whine when you 'break up' with him. You're going to have to push him. Tenko was always so serious about his games and could get very ugly. You take a deep breath, preparing yourself for a confrontation, this will break him, you think. Since he is so concerned about his reputation, you are going to make him work to keep it.

The game starts, and everyone gathers to watch you play with the gaming champion. Tenko is the president of the gaming club for a reason. You chose princess peach, and Tenko was Mario. The crowd went wild as the countdown hit zero. After several rounds he was scratching at himself in annoyance.

Both of you are squaring off in the Mario Kart tournament's final race. Tenko took a deep breath as he prepared himself for battle. He knew that the slightest mistake could cost him the race or the tournament. 

"Looking nervous there," You mocked Tenko. You had already demonstrated you're driving prowess throughout the tournament. All those games with Shuichi was paying off. Tenko barely maintained his composure and kept his eyes on the track ahead. Suddenly, the announcer's words, "Ready? Go!" erupted. Mario and Peach both stepped on the accelerators of their karts, and they were off.

Both raced around the track, dodging obstacles and trading positions. Mario was in the lead as they made their way through Rainbow Road. But at the last corner, Peach shrieked ahead, pushing Mario wide and pressing your advantage. Tenko growled, close to losing his cool. He didn't give up, though.

"I hope you won't cry when I beat you," Tenko hissed. He pushed on, determined to beat you. What you did not expect was your competitive nature rearing its head. He managed to stay close until the last lap when Peach made a risky move around Mario and snuck ahead.

"Not on your life, neet!" You shouted. Biting your lip, grip sweating on the controller in total concentration. Tenko knew them that he had no chance of catching you. He simply had to keep his distance and hope you made a mistake somewhere. But you didn't make a single error and crossed the finish line victorious. The whole room cheered.

You jumped up and did a happy dance of triumph when you suddenly noticed Tenko was looming. Not only did you embarrass yourself with a dumb dance in front of all your friend and Touya, but you called him Neet. Your knees suddenly felt wobbly and you nearly peed yourself when he leaned down with his severe expression.

"Good game. You deserve a reward," Tenko gently leaned in and planted a kiss on your forehead, sending a spark of electricity down your spine. You blushed a deep crimson as he pulled away with a smirk, causing the room around you to erupt in admiration of 'awws's and 'how cute's. He promised he'd return with your favorite drink, leaving you with your cheeks still burning and an embarrassed smile of pride on your lips.

"I am happy you learned something and gave it your all," He said over his shoulder. That seemed sincere and your heart swelled a little in pride.

"I get this round," Touya announced, tossing his magazine aside and striding over. Everyone was departing to show the girls different games since you made it seem fun and to flirt, of course. You are so nervous and fidgety. You are playing so sloppy. Touya is worse. You're still determining if he lost on purpose or if he was terrible at gaming. He smiled at you when he lost, and your heart nearly stopped.

"I lost. I have to reward you, too," Touya said, leaning in.

"Whaaa," you are asking, dumbfounded, when Shuichi swoops in between you.

"I play winner," Shuichi said.

"What do you think you are doing?" Tenko hissed at Touya. Tenko was looming again as if he appeared out of thin air.

"I'm just giving her this," Touya said, handing you a heart lollipop. Your hand trembles when you reach for it. You don't know what to think when Tenko snatches it and shoves it in your pocket while he pulls you away.

"Thanks!" You shout behind you. In the hallway, you yank your arm back.

"What is your problem?" You hiss. He deliberates, biting his lip as his nails rake obsessively over his neck. Trying to decide how to respond, he takes deep breaths to keep from snapping. It's infuriating. He always takes the time to weigh up his options before he answers. He is always calculating, and it's one of the things that makes you nervous about him.

"You are supposed to make it look like you are there for me, not for him, remember? Do you want him to find out you're a stalker?" Tenko snarled. When you flinched from his voice, he softened his tone, "You made it sounds like you had something special in mind this afternoon. I want to catch the earlier bus, and I wanted to give this to you away from their eyes," he rasped. He pulled out a small square velvet box, "Here, I told you I would give you a gift if you came."

You open the luxurious crushed velvet box and find an exquisite comb delicately crafted from solid gold, delicately carved in the shape of your favorite flower and in the color of your dreams. It was too extravagant to keep, but it sent your heart into a flurry of emotion. It wasn't just its splendor that moved you. It was the thought and care behind it.

Tenko had found something that was truly unique to you and your interests, something he had taken the time to think about and select for you. You could feel the love he had put into it, and you couldn't bear to reject it immediately. Suddenly, you saw Tenko in a new light. He was blushing, hiding behind his hair, and not even looking at you. He's adorable, you thought for the first time.

"Thank you," you say. As you looked up into his crimson eyes, gratitude overflowing from your own, you couldn't help yourself and leaned in, pressing your lips to the soft skin of Tenko's neck. His cheeks were deep red, and he mumbled something about you being an idiot, but you just smiled, reaching for his hand.

"You are absolutely right. Let's get home," you said softly, your fingers intertwined in his as you were ushered away. Playing along, even if it is making your heart heavy, you have a plan, and you want him to be in a good mood when you tell him.

You can tell Tenko is finding it hard to relax as you gently file the edges of his nails. Every few seconds, he anxiously says to be careful. Trusting you with such a delicate task has allowed you to take a moment to connect, feeling a little bit closer to elusive creature that is Tenko. This will be the perfect time.

"I don't want to decay you. Careful!" He hissed as you rotated his pinky. It was the last nail while the other hand soaked.

"You needed this, though. Your nails are all jagged and cracked. They hurt me last time," you blush. Tenko leered. You held up two nail polishes.

"Clear or matte black?!" You demand, unable to contain your excitement. He grunts in response, trying desperately to scratch at his neck. He gives up, not able to tear his skin like usual. You take his hand eagerly and start painting his nails black, talking non-stop about your plans, attempting to casually slip in your goals with Touya. "This black will look cool. I was thinking we should break up in two months. Right when summer vacation starts."

"What?" he hissed, narrowing his eyes dangerously.

"W-w-well, we are just pretending. We should set a time limit for how long you will blackmail me. Normally when a person pays the blackmailer, they stop blackmailing," you dared. You glanced up to catch his reaction, and it was dark and brooding. You are about to drop it when Tenko softens slightly.

"What do you like about him?" He rasped.

"What?"

"Is it just about looks?"

"He's super nice. He does a lot of charity work. We have the same likes and dislikes," you prattle.

"Oh? How do you know? How do you know you have the same likes and dislikes?" He asked. A part of you did not like wherever this questioning is going. 

"I've read all the material on him, and I see how he is at school," you are saying when Tenko bursts out laughing.

"You are shallow! The worst stalker. The dumbest stalker!" he laughed. You slam the brush into the nail polish and grit your teeth in suppressed rage.

"What is your quirk?" he asked.

"What?" You asked indignantly. It was so random it was infuriating. He does this in purpose to throw you off. 

"As I thought. You don't know shit," Tenko laughed.

"What is wrong with you? You don't need to know about my quirk. A person is more than their quirk. I am smart enough to play to my strengths and take the easy way. That's why I'm in the business course. Leave the heavy lifting to the heroes. Touya is handsome and kind and said the same thing about quirks in a teen magazine. He's a good person and not a pervert, like someone I know," you said with a pointed look. Tenko shook his head. 

"Alright, until summer. You have to be my girlfriend like how you have been. Sounds reasonable to me. I'll even help you. If you let me sit between your legs, we'll watch one of Touya's favorite movies. That way, you can get to know the real Touya," Tenko sneered.

You did not like that expression, sensing a trap somewhere in his words. But you have a burning need to hear any and all information about Touya. You agreed eagerly, sitting on the end of Tenko's bed, legs dangling as Tenko sat between your legs on the floor, arms on thighs to let his nails air dry.

"Help me out. I'll tell you the password, and then you select whatever's on top," Tenko instructed.

"Wait. His password. That's invading his privacy," you hesitated.

"Says the stalker who you masturbated on his bed."

"It was your bed," you said, flustered.

"You thought it was his. It's Endeavorsux, all one word and an x instead of a cks. I wouldn't have the passcode if Touya didn't want to share."

"When are you going to stop throwing at in my face," you whined, typing in the passcode.

You objected, and Tenko was right, if Touya didn't want to share he wouldn't have loaned out his passcode. The first thing on the files list was Milo and Otis. You have never heard of it, but my god, was it wholesome and cute. Ten minutes in, you are overwhelmed by an urge to run your fingers through Tenko's voluminous and oh-so-fluffy hair. A sight is so beautiful it warrants an encore and it's right between your legs. Tenko's hair is a sight that must be seen and touched to be truly appreciated!

Tenko's body tensed as your hands grazed his hair. His eyes shot open in surprise, you jerked your hands away, and before you had a chance to apologize, his grip encircled your wrist and urged you back to his locks. You felt a wave of heat pass between you as you reveled in the sensation of his hair beneath your fingertips.

Slowly, his eyes closed, and a low moan escaped his lips. Time seemed to stand still as you tenderly ran your fingers through his hair. Your fingertips tingle his scalp as you gently comb your fingers through. The feeling was electric, and you were certain you felt your heart skip a beat. He is beautiful, you thought as you marveled at the warmth of this tender connection.

You are enjoying this moment until you hear the wet smacks of flesh. A moan of lewd women who begged to be fucked harder.Your hands shot up to your face in pure shock. Tenko is laughing his ass off as if it is the most hilarious thing ever.

"Who fucks you better?" A familiar smokey voice asked the girl.

Your fingers tremble as you timidly peek through and are shocked again to be hit with the devastating sight of Touya pounding a gorgeous woman. Her beauty is so captivating that it sets a pit of sadness in your stomach that you could never compare. Touya shows signs of burns on his arms and legs, which you never noticed, and you wonder if that is the connection between them, a connection fueled by physical suffering. Your vision blurs as tears form in your eyes. Why couldn't she be you? Why is she so beautiful and passionate while you are still a virgin? Tenko stops laughing as he sees your face twist into utter horror.  

"Touya label's his porn with movies his brothers would never want to watch. Half an hour into all of these is porn. Baby, why are you so sad? Did you just realize your saint Touya is a whore?" He said with false sympathy.

"She's just so pretty and lustful," you whimper. Tenko's eyes narrow, and he turns, rising and pressing down on you with his overbearing presence.

"You really are so naïve," he softens when he sees you trembling pitifully under him. He grins and leans beside your ear, "I could feel your pussy getting hot between my shoulders. You are a lustful little slut. You have no idea how much you are his type. But you are mine until summer. Touya has to be home by now. Right on the other side of this wall." Tenko touched the wall with four fingers, and it felt forbidden. You are getting heated listening to Touya enjoy himself in the movie.

"That's a pretty sight," Tenko pants. Grabbing your wrists and guiding you to your wet panties, "I want to watch. Why don't you practice being a little slut. My nails are still drying. Let's give Touya something to burst in on. Let him hear that voice."

"W-w-with you watching?' you squeaked.

"Touya likes passion. Be passionate," he hissed. Tenko slowly pulled your panties off, and you let him. Tenko is watching every single movement. The air in the room buzzed with electricity as he watched. His eyes felt like they were searing into you, and he guided your fingers to spread yourself open for him.

"Like a beautiful flower. A blossoming flower, only I have seen" Tenko breathed. His hot breath is fanning over your sex, making you shiver. You closed your eyes and lips parted, breathing heavily as your fingers danced across your body. You took your time, exploring every inch of your skin as your arousal grew.

Tenko felt himself becoming more and more aroused as he watched you, captivated by your actions. Tenko couldn't help but inch closer and closer to get a better look. The urge to take things even further was too much to resist. He sat up, his tongue slowly finding your exposed neck, tracing gentle circles around it before trailing up to meet your lips.

You gasped in surprise as he kissed you hungrily, your body tensing under his touch, he had become an amazing kisser, and you kissed back. His hands roamed up and down your body, and you squealed in fear. Tenko pulls away for a second.

"The nail polish is dry. Do my hands frighten you?" Tenko asked gently. You nodded, and he reached in and pulled out quirk gloves.

"They look good on you," you smiled. Tenko suddenly kissed you ravenously, stoking the blaze already burning inside you. He encouraged you to touch yourself, his fingers over yours, helping you push them in, helping you find your sensitive spots as he continued to savor your taste. His tongue found your ear, teasing the lobe before exploring your body together. You never shoved your fingers into yourself. His fingers found where you wanted them to be, your breath shuddering in pleasure. Soon, his other hand joined in as he moved his digits in a gentle rhythm, never taking his lips from yours. His eyes connected with yours, and he let you take over, watching everything.

"Tenko, this is embarrassing," you whined as you stopped. He didn't answer. He tugged away your hands almost violently, the sensation of his slippery tongue tickling each digit searing in your mind. You looked up, only to see his lips curled into a sneer. "Pervert," you spat, a grin playing at your corners.

"You make it easy with this lewd body. Look at this pretty dripping pussy. I like the color and smell of this tiny bloom. I wonder what it tastes like," Tenko smirked.

He kneeled between your spread legs and took a moment to admire your beauty. Your hair was fanned out against the pillow, your head resting back in pleasure, and you anticipated what was coming. He slowly leaned forward and brought his face close to her pussy. He looked up to meet your gaze before softly kissing your inner thighs towards your center, sending shivers of pleasure shooting through your body.

You tried to cover it, heating in shame. Tenko ran his velvety tongue around each finger, teasing and tickling the sensitive skin between. Inching closer and closer, it eventually made its way to the source of your pleasure. His talented tongue wriggled past your searching fingers, lapping and licking at your aroused wetness and sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. He was relentless, and used your hands to spread yourself more open for him.

He dipped his tongue into her slick folds, teasing and exploring as you gasped with pleasure. His velvety tongue moved in circles around the sensitive bud of your pleasure before flicking back and forth. He tasted every inch of you as you moaned and squirmed in delight. You felt your body start to tense as your arousal increased. The pleasure was becoming too much for you to bear with every passing moment. He parted your lips with his fingers and pushed his tongue deep inside you. He swirled it around your g-spot, and you quickly started to come apart at the seams.

Your breath puffs in sharp pants, your moans mixed with Tenko's lewd slurps.

"Tenko, stop. I'm going to cum," you whine.

"Good cum on my mouth. Here, grab my hair that you like too much," Tenko said, guiding your fingers to entangle in his fluffy locks while he plunged two of his fingers into the deepest parts of your bliss. Stroking over the sweet spots he had found, you mewl like a bitch in heat and pull his hair. Tenko increased his lapping, and with an intensity you've never felt before, you flung your head back and arched up into Tenko's greedy mouth.

Your heart races more from Tenko's eyes being the greediest part, and he never takes them off you as you let out a loud cry of ecstasy. Her clit throbbed with each stroke of his tongue, a hot tightening of your center had built so tight it was bliss when you came undone, shivers of pleasure jolted through your body like lighting, and you felt the sheets beneath you become damp as your orgasm spilled out. You screamed out Tenko until. Finally, the waves of your orgasm subsided, and you slumped on the bed in blissful exhaustion. Tenko sits up with a satisfied groan, wiping his face and licking his fingers. 

"I told you I could make you squirt. You're a sexy little slut. Fuck, I really want to put it in," Tenko panted as was took off his clothes.

In your happy daze, your mind was foggy before you realized what was happening. Initially, you wavered to express your shock at what Tenko was doing because you wanted to see what the bulge was about. You avoided looking at it when he caught you. He is turning you into a pervert, you think. Expert fingers peeled off the fabric restraining that bulge, and when he finally ripped off his pants and underwear, you squeaked like a frightened mouse. Astonished and cowering, you curled your legs up your quivering body to shield your pussy from that intimidating monster. Like a battering ram, it appeared as if it could tear you in two. It is enormous, and when you look over at Touya's porn, he was big, but it didn't look like it would rip you in half. Tenko is too big! He must be a part horse! You were convinced he meant to end you with that thing.

"Don't run," Tenko beamed, grabbing your ankles and pulling you towards him. His fat cock makes a heavy wet smacking sound as it lands on your wet crotch.

"Eeep, No Tenko. I'm a virgin, and I'm not ready!" You wail and flail.

"You mean for a certain boy toya," Tenko growled. You shake your head no. A lie, you thought, but Tenko didn't need to know that. With a trembling finger, your gaze seemed to linger on the tremendous cock staring ominously back at you. Its flesh rippled and jerked, spitting from the tip like a living angry foul beast under your gaze.

"It's not that big," Tenko smirked, pride glinting in his eyes. You yelped at the sight but became transfixed by its shocking hue. Pale, except for its pink head, it looked like it could be chapped on his foreskin, but the longer you stared, the more it seemed to swell, the angry red veins snaking across its surface. He started to press and rub himself on you.

"It's too big. It's huge, and just no! Tenko, I'm not ready," you hissed and started to push him away.

"But your body feels ready. Listen to those dirty wet noises she's making. Your pussy is begging to get fucked. Besides, women have babies all the time. I'm not as big as a baby," Tenko tried to convince you.

"Women also tear. Bones break. No Ten-chan," you say firmly. Tenko sighed and slumped on you, "Ugh…your heavy," you gasped.

His hard gaze met yours as he growled, "Fine. But you will be held accountable for this." Tenko said, wagging his cock at you. Wrapping his arms around your waist as he hoisted you up and carried you over his shoulder to the shower. You didn't think he was this strong. Now that you are noticing, Tenko has an incredible body. You always thought he was thin and soft, like many of the gamers in the club. You bite your lip at that sight in admiration.

"Ahh!" you Shriek when you are under the water with him fully clothed, "What the hell, Tenko!"

"Can't run away if your clothes need to dry. You shouldn't be the only one having fun," he smirked. Brushing his wet locks back and enjoying your reaction. He presses his damp forehead to yours, "Tell me to stop." You can't say anything.

The heat of his breath tickling the back of your neck was enough reminder of his presence as he slowly peeled your soaked clothes away from your skin. This is the first time you've been naked before a man. Tenko is definitely a man. You felt yourself shudder as the air brushed over the places now exposed to him, your cheeks burning at the intimate vulnerability. You wanted to cover yourself from his gaze, though you knew that he deserved and wanted your attention as well. He placed your hands against the tile wall when you didn't answer.

You felt his large hands grip your hips and pull you back into him, the hard length of his desire pressing between your thighs and causing your breath to catch. His hot cock is trapped between your legs. You pushed yourself towards him, unable to deny the reality of Tenko's presence or your intense reaction to his touch.

"I won't penetrate you. Press your thighs together," he encouraged with his hands. It felt extraordinary, but you did as he asked, and he lightly moaned. Pressing your back against his washboard stomach, you felt his lips move across your neck and up to your ear until he whispered your name and breathed, "Yes. Like that."

Without warning, a pair of hands moved around your waist and pulled you closer to Tenko's warm body. The hot spray of water made your skin flush as you let yourself melt against Tenko. Slowly, your eyes closed as his hands moved up over your body, feeling the rivulets of water and the warmth of the steam fill the shower. Tenko whimpered lightly in your ear. The liquid black latex of the gloved fingers made a beautiful contrast to his rough flesh. His fingertips moved over your skin, exploring every curve and inch of your body.

"You are so pretty and passionate enough for me," he whispered. You gave a soft moan of pleasure in response. His hands moved lower when they reached your inner thighs, you gasped as he reached the point between your legs, and he paused for a moment, savoring your suspense as he hovered there before opening your lips to wedge his dick against your clit.

"Ah, ah, ah," you panted in a slight panic. You felt Tenko pressing against you, his hardness undeniably aroused, his hands running up your thighs as he did until he gripped your hips.

Slowly, he began to circle his hips against your body, his long, hard cock pressing teasingly against your clitoris. His hand moved up towards your breast while his hips continued to gyrate, sending ripples of pleasure throughout your body. He pinched and teased your nipple. Tenko smiled as you squirmed and gasped beneath him, your arousal growing with each sweep of his hips.

His hand moved down, tracing circles around your belly and dipping lower between your legs until he reached the apex of them. His digits circled your clit, making slow, maddening flicks that were punctuated by the thrust of his hips. You writhed and moaned beneath him, begging for more as he increased his pressure. He eagerly complied, grinding harder and faster against your center and slickening you so that his thrusts were met with pleasure, not pain. You mewled.

You are enjoying it until someone walks in and lifts the toilet seat. At first, all you saw was blurry white hair through the steamed shower glass and squeaked. It was one thing that he might have heard you fooling around with Tenko. It's another thing to see you naked and bent over for him like a slut. He must have heard you because he looked over his shoulder. That wasn't Touya. That was a kid!

"Ten, is that you?" Shouto asked. Tenko seized your face, pressing his hand firmly to your lips as his hips bucked against you with greater force. His grip on your hip is unyielding, trapping you in place.

"Yeah, Shouto," Tenko rasped. You panted against his palm.

"Dinner is almost ready," Shouto stated, finishing and washing his hands.

"Tell Shuichi to make another plate for my girlfriend," Tenko said when he yanked your face towards him, your agonized whimpering dying beneath his demanding lips. He felt your body tense as you neared climax. You whined in delight in his mouth. It was too much for him. His tongue expertly moved with his hands.

"Girlfriend?" Shouto asked.

Tenko pulled away long enough to growl, "Read a room, Shouto." Shouto shrugged and left. Tenko's passion doubled. Your mewls grew to a crescendo vibrating on his tongue as he brought you to the edge and over, your orgasm washed over you, leaving you shaking with bliss beneath him.

"Your clit is sucking on me," he groaned. Tenko let out a guttural moan of pleasure as his climax hit him. His cock was throbbing, shooting streams of cum along your belly, between your breasts, and on the shower wall. His body sagged against you, breathing heavily, as he held you tight in a lover's embrace. He had never cum so hard and with so much pleasure before. He stared into your eyes, it was a mask of ecstasy, and he almost thought it was impossible that you were truly here, writhing in pleasure because of him. You are an angel that tugged at the lead ball of hate in his stomach. Your face twisted in rage equal to his own, and you weakly smacked at him.

"You said Touya's room was on the other side," you snide at him. His rage tugged back when you reminded him you were only here because of Touya. He doesn't understand why that pisses him off, but it does. He laughed in your face hoping you would cry.

"Not my fault you are a slutty airhead who can't figure out a simple layout," He grinned. You spin on your heels about to leave, surprising him, when he yanked you back, "Where are you going? To show him how you are covered in jizz."

Tenko's harsh words were like daggers, but as he carefully wiped the cum off you, a deep ache grew in your chest. You could feel your emotions stirring, unsure if it were a spark of sadness or something more. He quickly washed and dried your hair with a strange tenderness that left you limp in his arms. Tenko even helped dress you in his hoodie and sweats while your clothes were washing. You looked frumpy and didn't want the others to see how plain you are.

"Tenko," you said timidly, catching his attention, "These clothes are not cute. Can I eat here?"

"So? What do I care? You're going to eat with us in  my clothes because you are my girlfriend. Are you breaking our deal? Even when we are pretending you are still mine. Should I go tell him," he hissed. You are shocked by his sudden anger. You can feel the blood drain from you when he threatened you. You were even more surprised when he gripped your cheeks harshly and made you look in the mirror, "If he can't see how cute you are, then he doesn't deserve you."  

You felt caught off guard as Tenko's strong arms embraced you, squeezing you tightly. His cheek rested in the crook of your neck, sending a chill down your spine. You started to feel butterflies in your stomach as his warm breath tickled your skin. His hug drew out a few minutes too long for comfort, and you began to question his erratic behavior went drastic changes in mood within a matter of moments. Is he bipolar? The way he put you on a rollercoaster of ups and downs made you wonder.

"Ten," you breathed. You felt yourself melting in his embrace.

"I'll give you something cute to wear," he whispered before he mauled you. He wasn't gentle when he first sucked at your neck. He then moved his lips away and gently sucked on your skin, leaving a hickey that would last for days. Then he softly caressed your bare skin with his fingertips. His hands glided from your shoulders to the back of your neck. As they stopped for a moment, he kissed your neck passionately, where he left his mark.

A shiver ran through your body as you felt his warm breath on your skin. He lightly brushed his lips against your neck and then kissed you deeply. His tongue tormented you in the most wonderful way, sparking an intense desire within you. He continued to entice your neck with his lips, and his hands explored your body, sending you further into bliss, and she never wanted it to end. You gasped in pleasure, and he felt her body heat up with desire.

He laughed a deep, throaty chuckle as he pulled away from you, leaving you burning with desire. You glared at him in shock, your cheeks burning, and he responded by throwing his head back and laughing even harder. You spun away from him, unable to contain the rage and frustration, and picked up a nearby object to express your anger. You threw it at him with fury, and he scurried away.

"See you downstairs!" He shouted as he ran away like a child.

"Jerk!" you shout, picking up something hard and velvety. You see it's your comb and clutch it to your chest. You hesitantly open the box to find the hair comb Tenko had given you as a gift. No matter how mad you are that he left you marked and wet between your legs. You can't throw this. Instead, you pick up your phone and call your mom.

"I fell and messed up my skirt. Tenko invited me to stay for dinner while my clothes are in the wash. I'm going to be late," you tell her.

"Ok, sweety," she said. You add the comb to your hair. Yes, you will give it back. But right now, you want to wear it because Tenko gave it to you. You look in the mirror, wiping his cold saliva off and adjusting the comb in your hair before you go downstairs. It was awkward at first, Shouto staring at your neck while Touya seemed to leer at you in general.

"Thanks for the meal," you say to Shuichi. Shuichi blushed as he took away the dishes.

"Let me help you with those," you say, getting up.

"I better take my turn, too," Touya says, standing beside you. Your heart feels like it will stop. It's easier being near Touya now, but he still sends your heart racing, and you feel a warmth inside, more natural than ever. You can't help but be aware of Tenko's burning gaze on your back as you both tackle the chore of washing dishes. Touya bumps you with his elbow and grins. You panic, flailing, blushing, and sputtering apologies. He leans in close and whispers, "You're rather cute. That's a pretty comb."

Your mind was in a complete fog and jumbled, struggling to interpret what he said and meant. Was he flirting or casually remarking on the cuteness of your comb? Was your stupid behavior cute, and he is just being nice? You were so flustered it was embarrassing. Your mind raced when Shuichi stepped between you mercifully. Embarrassment flooded your face. Then, as if sent from the heavens, Shuichi stepped in.

"I'll take over. I was hoping I could beg you to make another one of your delicious deserts?" Shuichi said with the largest puppy eyes. You loved him so much in that moment. He made you giggle and got you out of your head.

"We have a lot of leftover rice. Hey, Shouto, want to help me?" you ask. The kid looks wide eyed in surprise that anyone remembers he's there. It makes you want to smack Tenko for yelling at him when you were in the shower. The memory suddenly made you flush. You turn to Touya and smile, "The comb is a gift from Tenko."  

Shuichi went out for energy drinks because he and Tenko were having a gaming night. Shouto was a great helper. You made rice pudding, and it was a big hit. He told you his whole life story, and you nearly cried.

"I think your dad sounds like a fuckhead," you gritted. Blushing and apologizing, Shouto smiled wryly, reminding you of Touya.

"Thank you. He is a fuckhead," Shouto beamed. You are chatting with him about school when his eyes dart around, and then he leans in and whispers, "You should forget about my brother."

"Shouto, Time to get you home. Come on." Touya interrupts before you can ask Shouta what he means.

"It was nice meeting you," Shouto says, joining Touya by the door. You nearly jump out of your skin then a pair of possessive arms wrap around you from behind.

"Once your clothes dry, we should be getting you home too," Tenko said as he slid closer and whispered with a sly glint in his eyes, "We can play in my room until then."

His words sent a spark of electricity through your veins, your mind spinning with the promise of unknown pleasure. You are starting to get attached to the 'play' Tenko likes. You nervously shoved him away, panic swelling within you, aching with temptation. How could you keep your head straight when the thought of entwining with Tenko sets your body on fire? You were starting to get too attached to these new sensations. The sudden fear of being too vulnerable to the temptation of his touch made you queasy. You had to be sure of what you felt before surrendering your heart entirely to Tenko.

"I only told my mom I would be here for dinner. I can give you your clothes back at school. Besides, I think I look cool," you tell him, striking a cool pose. He narrowed his eyes.

"I know an excuse when I hear one. You were begging not to be seen in it a moment ago. Should we invite Touy-(smack)" With a resounding crack, you slapped Tenko across his smug face. No longer would you tolerate his never-ending threats when you simply had stood your ground. You had wanted to like him so much that you had even considered making the relationship real. In the long run, this is best for both of your relationship, even if it ends up being only pretend.

"I'm sorry! I saw something stupid on your face," you barked. Tenko's hand froze against his cheek as he stared in shocked silence. Touya's smoky laughter filled the room from the doorway, causing Tenko to whirl around and face him.

"You guys fight like a married couple. I need your help, Ten," Touya said, pointing outside. You went to get your bag walking out into a full-blown tantrum.

"It's not my fault the tire is flat. I would catch the sub, but Shouto must be home by curfew. You know how my dad is and what he will do to us both," Touya says.

"Tough. Sounds like a you problem. I have to get my girlfriend home," Tenko said, walking away and grabbing your arm.

"Come on, man. I'll walk her home, and you take Shouto on Akira," Touya said. Touya stood in front of you, blocking your way, desperation written all over his face. Tightening your grip on Tenko's sleeve, you look at Shouto and see his tortured expression, looking absolutely miserable. You know, in their increasingly complicated situation, they would both inevitably face harsh repercussions for this. After what you heard about their father, you could only imagine the hell they would catch. Your gut wrenches at the thought of it. Tenko looks murderous, but when he sees your stern expression, he becomes his usual stony self.

"I don't like how you yelled at him earlier," you started.

"You know why I did," Tenko was making excuses, and you raised your hand to stop. You gritted your teeth, blazing at Tenko, your hands balled into fists at your sides.

"You're right. But I will not forgive you if you abandon that poor boy," you hissed through clenched teeth. Tenko met your gaze, pleased with the items on your body that had once been his. His clothing, hair comb, and love bite are a reminder of your shared bond. Yeah, him having blackmail. He reminds himself and caves into your silent will, retrieving his massive red ninja motorcycle, which you realize must be Akira. You stifled laughter because, of course, he would name his bike and name his bike that of all things.

You and Touya take the Subway in eerie silence. Touya was on his phone for most of the trip until you were in a spot where you didn't get service.

"You're cooking is the best," he said out of nowhere as you started down your street. You blush and stare at your feet, fidgeting nervously.

"I'm not as good as my mom. Her quirk is called domestic goddess. Anything she pours her love into comes out perfect. Specifically, if it's for someone she loves," you brag.

"Is that your quirk too?" Touya asked. His icy blue eyes are pinning you. You gave him a stupid grin and looked away before you fall into them.

"Maybe..." You said coyly, barely able to look Touya in the eye and stifling a giggle, your heart already fluttering in anticipation. Then, out of nowhere, a drunk driver swerved towards the sidewalk where you stood. Before you had a chance to understand what was going on, Touya flung himself in front of you, shielding your body with his own as a reflex. His chest was pressed right up against yours, and you could only make small, scared whimpers in response.

"Hey, Fucker!" He screamed after the car. Tsking and gritting his teeth, "Don't worry. I got his plates, and I'm reporting him right now. Are you ok?"

"Um. Um…uh, uh, uh…ummm, so close, eep," you squeaked. Touya's gaze lingered, an intense heat radiating from his body and into yours. His lips curled into a smirk, something dark and wicked and almost too much to bear, as his icy blue eyes filled with desire. You could feel your heart stop in your chest, his presence consuming you as you writhed under him, overcome by an immense wave of confusion. Why isn't he stepping away?

His eyes trail over you, and the mischievous smirk deepens. 

"Damn, you're cute as hell," he whispers, thick and husky. "Like a little mouse." He pauses and searches your face, his gaze stirring something deep within your core. "I wish I'd seen you first," he muses. "Tenko sure knows how to sniff out the good girls. He's got primo taste," he finishes, delivering a playful wink and carrying your heart away with it. Caressing your jawline with a gentle hand as you tilt your head back to be bathed in his gaze. His lips so close to yours, "We should exchange numbers."

"Num-number? W-w-what other girls?" You asked, trembling. Touya finally stepped back, with your phone in his hand, sending a text to himself before he answered, handing your phone back.

"I shouldn't say anything. But keep me in mind in case of the worst. You are his longest-known "girlfriend," Touya said, turning to head to the subway. In truth, it was do you couldn't see how much he was enjoying baiting you. You grabbed the corner of his jacket.

"What other girls," you seethe.

"Well, you didn't hear it from me. But if you stick around long enough, eventually, the truth will come out anyways. But there's a reason why there are so few girls in the gamers club, and that's all I'm going to say about my dear friend Tenko. You're clearly his girl. I mean, I knew he gave you that comb before you told me. I have to bounce. But text me when you are inside, safe. Later little mouse," Touya said as he walked away, the pounding of his racing heart the only noise that followed. Touya quickly left, leaving you alone with a flurry of unanswered questions.

You ran into your house, slamming the door with a force that seemed to shake the building itself. Your legs felt heavy beneath you, and you crashed to the floor in a heap of emotion. Tears streamed down your face, and your screams echoed through the halls. Rage and depression battled for control within you, and despair seemed to win as the tears and screams came harder and faster than ever before.

Tenko had played another game with you, treating you like a living doll - dressing you up and toying with heart and sex, manipulating you to do what he desired. You don't understand why you feel this way but you hate everything. You screamed and ripped the comb from your hair, tossing it across the room. Your mom gasped in shock as she raced to you, cradling you in her arms, showering you in love and security. You looked up at her, clutching your chest, tears and snot streaking your face.

"Mommy," you said wearily, "What does it feel to have your heart broken?" She sighed and helped you to bed, informing you that it's something everyone experiences. "It hurts so badly," you sniffled.

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