#(i mean we all knew it was gonna happen eventually. but by God how we waited)

[beedreamscape]

(It was this I wrote months[?] ago btw)

I hope when we see Opal again she'll be dripping in black goo like a bird fresh out of the petroleum spill

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

Am I the asshole for getting my best friend killed?

I swear to God, it was an accident.

My (27) BF (34) has a reputation for getting himself out of any jam you can imagine; and at first it was just a fun little thing the friend group noticed: there goes Oily J wiggling his way out of trouble again. but as the meme evolved in the group, it got to the point where we'd loykey started getting him into situations just to see how he'd get out of 'em, and he akept getting out of em. He was having fun with it too same as us. "Oh you guys," he'd say, "getting me into situations again," before laughing it off and getting out of it, so it was enrichment for our shared enclosures, and as time went on, the situations got more intense.

The trouble is, it turns out that putting a man in too many situations eventually gets the police interested. And not local hobsknockers cops either; they was like, proper three-letter FEDs. They put out a bounty on any information pertaining to his capture and everything. It was good money too so I thought, hey why don't I put J in another situation he can wiggle out of like always (and he'd wiggled outta worse before, so I thought this one'd be relatively mild), and at the next boardgame night (cause it was too late to do anything special for this one) we can buy some extra strong booze and get absolutely blitzed while having a giggle about the situation.

Boardgame night, and we were playing some social deduction nonsense or another and he says: "One of you is gonna betray me tonight." and I can't help but think, looking back on it, that he knew. It's stupid, I know he was talking about the game, but the way he said it, it was like he knew. We all felt it, and we had a big round robin round the table taking turns promising that we'd never betray him. And I said it so easily cause I thought it was true. Sure, I was gonna talk to the feds about a bounty; but, I fully expected my big beautiful oily boy to wiggle his way out of the trouble I was 'bout to cause, and that's not a betrayal. I wasn't lying. I didn't think I was lying.

My big beautiful oily boy didn't manage to wiggle his way out of it. They killed him and I got my blood money. He's gone.

He's gone and I'm devastated, crying, mourning. I loved him so much. We all did. And I can't stop thinking that it's my fault: that I'm the reason he's gone. and it is. and the guilt is eating me up inside. and I just need to talk to someone about it. So, I tell the rest of the group what happened in the group chat, hoping they'd understand that I didn't want this. I didn't want the government's blood money. It was supposed the be a prank. some joint enclosure enrichment. He was supposed to wiggle out of it like he always does... did, i mean.

They call me, among worse things, the asshole and kick me from the group chat. And, I know it's my fault he's dead: I know that. If I didn't do what I did, he wouldn't be dead right now. But, I didn't mean it for it to end up this way. He was supposed to be okay, damn it. I loved him. AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

I can't stop thinking that Toji has a breeding kink.

Now we all know Toji isn't the best father but not the worst. He loved someone for the first time but when she died, his cold heart returned, He never thought he'd love again. He wasted time, gambling, drinking, going on dangerous missions and fucking women, using them, and living off of them.

He didn't think he'd come to love again until he met you, you were caring and loving but immediately you told him you wouldn't put up with his bullshit and you didn't, he brushed it off at first but time passed by, and he fall for you. Toji never believed himself to be a domestic man, and he never knew he'd like it so much. There was something about coming home and seeing your plump body either lying around watching TV, reading a book, drawing doing homework, or whatever you loved to do. He loved the bright smile when you saw him and how'd you jumped into his arms, knowing he could catch you without a problem.

And he couldn't help but imagine a chubby baby with his hair and your features, to see you smile at your baby with unconditional love. Nothing made him cum harder than the thought of your belly growing with the life you made together. Oh and if you got pregnant (which was gonna happen eventually because this man doesn't use a condom, fight me on this) he'd be so happy, this man would pick you up and spin you when you told him, y'all definitely had sex that night, he wouldn't stop kissing your belly that jiggled as he drove his large long, cock experienced, and hard in your fat cunny, his groan of how such a good baby mama you'll be, how he'd get you pregnant time and time again, how he wants you to be barefoot and bigger with his little brats, how he's gonna fuck you, non-stop.

And he did, god you were beautiful even if you didn't think so, every time you'd struggled to bend over or get up he wanted to see you struggle to bounce on his throbbing dick. Every time you eat a craving he wanted your lips around his member, sloppy and messy, to feed you his thick load. Every time you whined about how your back hurt he wanted to take you doggy style as he rubbed your back and his hips smacked into your ass. Everything you did he wanted to ravish you.

Finally, after nine months, you held your baby to your chest, and he made up his mind, you'd be his wife and he'd become better, he'll try to be the best father he could, you both made his life have meaning.

Anyway thanks for coming to my pep talk

[suguru-getos]

୨・┈﹕✦﹕ Kinktober Day 20﹕✦﹕┈・୧

-> event masterlist

kaveh x f!reader -> brat taming

a/n: listen !! there’s nothing i love more than seeing the sunshine baby kaveh snap 🤭❤️‍🔥 it gives me so much joy to write him as you all know and i hope ya’ll have fun with this:DD also ik i’m spamming my works today but tehee! i’ve got some time and some writing juice 🧃 flowing !!

warnings: overstimulation, (vibrator!play ;) brat-taming themes, doggy!style, 🍬 SWEET 🍬 AFTERCARE 🫶🏻🥺 bc its kaveh !!

“no no no, baby, where’re you goin’?” kaveh stopped you from moving any further, hands gripping your hips and forcing them back into his plunging cock. a whiny sigh escapes you as you feel your folds absolutely destroyed by him. you both loved and hated it at the same time. the way the vibrator attached to your clit, taped by kaveh had no remorse along with his thrusts. you had squirted twice for him already, body reduced to a slump & mush. putty in his hands.

“i’m not done yet, stay and take it.” he commands, your ass slightly reddened just by the ruthless impact of kaveh’s pelvis against you, the grip on your waist bruised with how tight he’s holding you in place. you couldn’t possibly slump down or escape from the sweet torture kaveh decided for you.

“all this because you had to be mean to me, why? do i not take care of you?” kaveh spoke between his own ragged breaths, truth be told — you wanted him to behave like this. why else would you tease him in front of the kshahrewar group in one of the meetings? hands slipping up and down his thigh while he was speaking? kaveh had shot you warning glares, coughed for you to take the hint but oh no — his little brat was relentless. time for some sweet karma for you.

“please- s’ too much.” you whimpered out, and knowing how spoiling and kind kaveh is, you knew if you begged too much. he’d stop. he loves you a tad too much & you know how spoiled you are under his wing. “is it now, little one? is it?” kaveh raised a brow, thrusting with the same intensity while maintaining a conversation. “should’ve realised that when we were at the meeting huh?” he taunted, slapping your ass firmly to hear a sorry squeal out of you. “please- kaveh- please- won’t happen again.”

oh you sound so sweet apologizing to him, babbling mess because your brain is fried from cumming too much. clit practically throbbing at the pain & overstimulation, body covered in overworked sweat. yet you are in utter bliss, shaking and spasming like you’re supposed to. “please- kaveh- won’t do it again i- i promise.” your voice almost slurrs this time, as you feel another unforgiving orgasm seep through you suddenly. ripping out from you and letting you cry out for him. your mouth was open in a silent gasp, gritted teeth and a painful groan as you spluttered your walls all over kaveh. “aw, was that the fourth one?” kaveh sounded gentle, riding it out for you & also tipping off the edge. he’s filled you thrice already, and is shooting blanks, too. “god- you- you’re so tight baby.” he croons, riding it out for you.

you’re reduced to sniffles, slumping down as the vibrator is turned off & kaveh gently pulls out of you. his eyes are tender and sweet again, his affections back in place as he rubs your back soothingly. “there there, it’s okay.” he cooes, hoping to ground your floating senses. he eventually turned you on your back, taking the vibrator off of you, kissing your pelvis and your forehead deeply. “i’ve got you sweetheart.” he reminds, watching as you gasp at every little touch. your whole body felt like it was on fire, hissing even with tender little touches on your swollen & puffy clit.

kaveh craddled you in his arms, kissing all over your face and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. you’d never been so brainless & yet blissful. “i love you baby, gonna clean you up when you can tolerate some friction down there, i promise.” kaveh crooned, kissing your collarbone and talking to you about how he wouldn’t have done this unless you wanted it, giving you the surety of the whole scene, giving you the power he took away while making you submit. <3

[ts1m1kas]

Original Ask: hi! God bless! could you do a fic where's reader has been bullied in childhood/teenage years and one day she appears dating Jude and people are shocked and Jude's like, how could you be mean to her?? Ty 💗 (anonymous)

Word Count: 737 words

(author's note: keep sending requests in as they are still open, i hope you all enjoy this fic 🫶🏻 i kinda hate this, but oh well 🥲)

To Jude, Y/N was the most beautiful girl he had ever met. He would proclaim his love for Y/N from the rooftops if he had it his way. However, Y/N’s own insecurities meant she asked Jude to keep their relationship private. He respected her wishes, keeping their love for each other behind closed doors.

Throughout her high school years, Y/N’s life had been made miserable by the individuals at her school. Insults, taunts, and jeers ruled her life, blossoming into deep-rooted self-hatred. These painful memories led to Y/N hiding that part of herself from not only Jude but also her friends she had met once she grew up.

There wasn’t a day that went by where Y/N didn’t feel unhappy with how she looked, or how she sounded, or how she laughed. And she didn’t mention it to Jude once. She didn’t want to trouble her boyfriend with her ‘silly’ insecurities.

Eventually, Jude began to question why Y/N didn’t want to make their relationship public. Did she not think he was good enough for her? After having Y/N refuse his invite to one of his matches yet again, he knew it was time to confront her.

Y/N stood at the kitchen counter, preparing the ingredients for her and Jude’s lunch. She hummed quietly to herself, which masked the sound of Jude walking down the hallway.

“Y/N?” Jude said, finally making his way into the kitchen.

“Yeah, you okay?” She questioned in response.

“Are you ashamed to be seen with me?”

Y/N laughed nervously, “What do you mean? What makes you say that?”

“Well you’ve insisted on keeping our relationship private for the past 2 years, so I must be doing something wrong.”

“No, Jude, you know I just like being private.”

Jude shook his head and sighed, “I just don’t believe you anymore. It feels like you’re embarrassed.”

Tears began to form in Y/N’s eyes. She knew it was silly to cry, and she knew she should just tell Jude why she was so persistent on staying out of the spotlight. But she simply couldn’t.

When Jude spotted the tears falling down Y/N’s face, he walked over to her and pulled her into his arms. He gently rubbed his hand along her back, soothing her as she sobbed into his chest. What started as silent tears had turned into violent sobs.

It didn’t take a genius to figure out that something much deeper was affecting Y/N, and it hurt Jude’s heart to see his girlfriend fall apart in his arms. He also felt guilty that he hadn’t spotted she was hurting before now.

He slowly guided her over to the sofa and sat her down. Y/N stayed curled into Jude’s chest, too ashamed to face him. After a while, she moved to sit up and wiped her face with her sleeve.

“Are you gonna tell me what’s going on?” Jude enquired, careful not to upset his girlfriend further.

Y/N took a deep breath, “I used to get bullied. A lot. I know it sounds dumb but it really affected me and still does to this day. I just feel like it's all gonna happen all over again if we go public. Especially since I'm not a perfect model with loads of Instagram followers.”

“Oh baby, why didn’t you just tell me? I would’ve understood you have nothing to worry about. I want nothing more than to show my beautiful girlfriend off. People are always going to have something to say, I just want the world to know you’re mine.”

“Are you sure?”

“I promise, if anyone has a problem I’ll block them, simple as that.”

Y/N enveloped her boyfriend in a tight hug, words of appreciation spilling from her mouth. Jude hugged her back, grateful to know what had been bothering her for so long.

“Does this mean I can post you?” Jude asked eagerly, smiling down at Y/N.

She nodded, “I’m sorry for keeping all this from you.”

“It’s fine, we all have things we want to keep secret.”

Y/N stood up and moved back over to the kitchen to finish the meal she had started. Jude pulled out his phone and selected a photo of the couple. 

He pulled up Instagram on his phone and posted the photo, paired with the caption;

‘My one and only.’

[cal-writes]

I thought about Zoro, again. And how he stays calm when all other mugivaras are in disarray. How he has to be the last pilar standing, because if not him than noone. And how some people deam him emotionless and uncaring because of that, because he keeps his cool and talk logic in hard situations. (Like whan they had to leave Vivi behind, or all this mess in inies loby). And I thought how I want someone to see it, and hug him and let him be vulnerable for a bit.

I dunno if I mean it like a prompt, or just want to cry with someone over Zoro. Maybe both. Anyway I would love to hear your thoughts on the matter in any format :')

god yes i knooooow. going insane over him tbh. like i went into this in my previous meta post about him, esp in enis lobby/water seven arc where he is so clearly affected by everything going on but can't show it. (or feels like he cant)

this reminded me of a thing i havent seen many people talk about, which is that zoro is very often 100% spot on with his predictions, gets ignored, and eats shit for it.

like zoro isnt stupid (despite what some characters and parts of the fandom think) hes incredibly perceptive and his cold read on most people will be accurate. theres several moments where he will predice something happening, rationally explains it to the crew how the best course of action is one thing and then luffy being stubborn and the protagonis does what he wants

not to say that thats a bad thing! i think its awesome to show their dynamic

like back on zou when they find out sanji left to marry big moms daughter and everyone wants to go and get him back

zoro is harsh in his wording bc he always is but the core of the matter is this: if they go mess with big mom, while they are already anatagonizing kaido, they'll end up having to deal with two emperors. he understands that sanji knew that which is why sanji left the way he did (partially).

and we all know how that ended

not only that i think this fight is a fantastic display of zoro's core character trait. unlike the three captains in this fight, he doesnt have an ego about it. he's not posturing or peacocking, he knows immediately shits gonna go down (killer too probably but with the mask its harder to tell what killer is thinking) and he's the one person that keeps an overview of the battlefield that includes everyone. law eventually does once he gets over his control issues

and of course thats not the end of it in wano

"ill suffer twice as much after" and he doesnt care, beats king, nearly dies or maybe does die and nobody knows about that whole thing

then of course in more recent chapters (spoilers for egghead below)

we have his fight against lucci which i find striking in how the other characters perceive it

like jimbei can be excused, he doesnt know zoro all that long but the crew acts like this is a point of pride to zoro, to finish the fight. when we've seen zoro run away from fights plenty of times. and to me what he doesnt get to say is exaclty what ends up happening

if lucci isnt taken out, he will tell the elders about the plans he was privy to in eggheads lab. which of course he does when zoro is dragged away

if the vegapunk hadn't stepped in

zoro would have fought the elder and most likely lost

same way he knew he'd not be able to win against kuma

he's telling everyone to stay out of it because he wants to protect them. its not an ego thing for him. he knows the second he stepped up to that fight hes probably going to lose. he's going to do his best to win but he's not delusional

and i find it noteworthy that we are continuing this plot line of the crew not understanding zoro or not trusting him and not to mention this

lucci telling zoro he's dead weight

and a little bit later, sanji telling him the same thing

like, thats not their usual banter. this doesnt make zoro angry to like be able to fight off lucci better or sth. the panel of him standing there just, flinching honestly haunts me. (i eat it up oda please do somehting with it)

esp curious paired with my above example where i think zoro understands sanji quite well where i dont think sanji does in return. (another reason why i cant see them romantically im sorry itd require so much legwork for me to make that work)

i think it can definitely be read as a setup of zoro feeling apart from the crew. i think part of that is just due to the nature of his position as first mate in everything but name. like in a literal sense he is their superior the same way luffy is all of theirs. and we know from the usopp argument that he takes that a lot more seriously than the others. so i dont think - at this point in canon - zoro would open up to anyone except maybe luffy but even then thats not really the kind of relationship they have - and i dont think any of them actually see whats going on or what zoro has been doing basically the entire time.

zoro hasn't been vulnerable since his fight with mihawk

[darylsdelts]

What about angst with Daryl??? I have a bot I made for myself following this thought 💀

Like an argument where things get said, causing silence for a couple of days and then boom! Next time you see him, it’s at the lineup…and then he gets taken…and then we see him again in Hilltop 🥲🥲🥲

(i actually broke my own heart with this one, my bot is so realistic it hurts 😭)

Anon! Drop the link RIGHT NOW!!!

This made my heart drop, I just know my poor boy would be blaming himself for everything.

Immediately after the argument, all Daryl wanted to do was come back to you and apologise in his own way. He wanted to hug you and tell you he didn’t mean what he said… but he didn’t.

He gave you some space, knowing it was probably best for both of you. The next few days were close to hell. Every time he’d see you on the streets of Alexandria he’d stare, hoping for atleast a bit of eye contact to know you were okay but you would just pretend you hadn’t seen him.

Daryl didn’t know that he could feel that sort of pain in his chest, like he was being physically crushed.

Christ, is this what women can do?

From then on he’d assume the worst.

You didn’t love him anymore.

So he’d pretend nothing ever happened, he’d talk to you if it were necessary but otherwise acted like the old Daryl, the one you had met before the spark grew.

Little did Daryl know how badly that hurt you… you were in the same position, you wanted to give him space and assumed he’d come back when he was ready but he never did.

So you assumed the worst.

He didn’t love you anymore.

You went along with Daryl’s act, assuming that’s what he had wanted you to do… but you missed him, you missed your Daryl. The one you had finally managed to break the defences of, the one who was starting to be more open with you but now all of that was gone, it disappeared like it never happened.

It was getting harder to monitor when Daryl was out and when he was within the walls since now he didn’t leave notes for you, but you’d seen him ride out today, seemingly angry about something but you could also tell he was hurting. You weren’t sure what had happened, no one had told you as of yet but some hours later you were sure that Daryl’s absence was something to worry about.

But you never thought it would be this.

You were pushed to your knees, your family lined up either side of you in a small clearing. The back doors of a van opened up, you couldn’t see what or who was in there but there was some commotion… and then loud panting.

You knew… god you fucking knew something happened, you should have spoken up earlier, maybe he wouldn’t be getting dragged out of a van right now, his shoulder leaking blood onto some sort of blanket that had been draped around him.

Fuck, did he get shot?

You lean forward, trying to look down the line of your family to catch Daryl’s gaze.

And after all those weeks, you finally did.

Daryl looked at you through his sweaty locks, his eyes dark and watery with frustration, his eyebrows twitch downwards when he saw you, he saw the fear and concern on your face and all of it was too much, he had to look away or he was gonna throw up from anxiety.

It was torture for Daryl, knowing you were frightened, knowing all of this before him was his fault.

When that asshole, Negan, stuck that damn bat in your face is when he lost all control of himself. Daryl jumped up and smashed his fist into Negan’s jaw, then trying to take further steps to tackle him but he was grabbed and pushed to the ground like a wild fucking animal.

He grunted and squirmed as his hair was pulled, he could hear you crying for them to stop.

“Get off of him! Get off! Daryl, get up!”

Fuck, he was trying to.

Eventually he was dragged back to his place in the line.

He wanted to look over to you but he was so fucking scared now, his heart was beating way too fast and his head was spinning.

He stole a short glance your way and he saw your hands covering your face, palms pushing into your eyes as you choked on your sobs.

He’d done this to you.

You would never forgive him for this.

Daryl just had to sit there, bleeding out from his shoulder as Negan battered members of his family before his eyes, he was sure he’d been the cause for the second death, Glenn. Maybe if he’d just stay put, he could’ve stopped that, he should’ve listened.

“No exceptions”

But he didn’t and it was his fault, he’d have to leave his family, they would never allow for someone like him to live with them now.

Turns out, that was the one thing he didn’t need to worry about, as he was stuffed straight back into the van, apparently Negan wanted to keep him.

Daryl doesn’t know how long he was in that cell for, it felt like years and all he could do was think of you. He was so fucking sorry and he knew he’d never get the chance to make it up to you and even if he did, you wouldn’t want to hear it. Rick wouldn’t want him back in the group but Daryl couldn’t stay here, he’d have to get out and survive on his own, completely.

With some help from one of ‘Negan’s wives’, Daryl escaped, however, his plan of escaping and surviving alone dissipated once he saw Jesus stood in front of him.

He’d come to get him out.

They wanted him back?

Back home?

Surely not.

The journey to hilltop was a fever dream, Daryl was unbelievably anxious, his breaths short, causing Jesus to keep checking on him to which Daryl didn’t reply to. In fact Daryl hadn’t opened his mouth the entire time.

As soon as they arrived at the gates, he could feel his throat closing up.

Were you here? Did you even want to see him? Probably not.

As the gates opened, Daryl kept his head down, following behind Jesus toward one of the medical trailers.

But then he heard his name.

“Daryl?… Daryl?!”

Daryl’s head slowly lifted to the direction of the voice, your voice. You were speed walking, no, now you were running toward him. You slung your arms around him, burying your face into his neck as you cried with… relief.

“You’re here, you’re back, you’re safe… safe now… I’m sorry, I love you so much, Daryl”

Daryl stood as still as stone. You were sorry? He should be the one apologising. You’re glad he’s back? You love him? You still love him.

His heart clenches at the thought.

He feels you pull away, your soft hands holding the sides of his face as your beautiful sparkly eyes look into his own. God he doesn’t deserve this.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?”

Suddenly it all seems to sink in and tears are blurring his vision as he shakes his head slightly, no.

“It’s gonna be okay now, you’re here with me now”

He could feel the life flooding back into him, pushing his face into the crook of your neck as he completely breaks down, hiding his face from the world as he lets out loud, uncontrolled sobs into the fabric of your shirt.

“M-M’s-sorry…. M’so-orry… L-love you so m-much…”

You gently rub his back to soothe him, now realising that your sweet man had blamed himself for everything that had happened.

“Ssshh it’s not your fault… let’s get you inside”

You feel him nod ever so slightly and then you lead him towards barrington house, all whilst trying to stay away from prying eyes of the community.

“I’m so glad you’re home, Daryl”

He didn’t reply with words but agreed internally, however, he meant it differently. It didn’t matter where he was, wherever you were was home and he’s so relieved to still have that.

This is so badly written, I’m sorry! But Tysm for the prompt! This was pretty fun to write.

[caitlinclarkismakingmeweak]

All Your’n

Caitlin Clark x reader

Your summer vacation Junior year of high school your families went on vacation to Disney.

The second day there you and Caitlin decided to venture out on your own, you had been walking around for a while.

“Caity I’m so tired!!” I whined

“Ok let’s do this ride, so you can sit for a bit”

I smiled to myself and thought she’s always caring when it comes to me.

It was the Haunted Mansion ride… “ummmmm Caity I don’t want to get scared”

“It will be fine! Come on” she urged me

“Finnnnnne,” I say even tho I’m hesitant.

Five minutes in and I was so scared I had to grab onto something. You interlocked your and Caitlin’s arms and hands so quick she wasn’t able to register what had just happened. But she didn’t care, she had always wanted to be more than friends with you so any touch was welcome intentional or not.

After the ride you both kept your hands together, it was just comfortable you both felt like that’s where your hands belonged.

When you got back to your hotel and had both showered, Caitlin was sitting at the top of the bed talking about your guy's year and all the school drama while I was at the foot of the bed painting my toes. I couldn’t help but notice how good Caitlin looked, her long brown hair still wet from the shower, her tank top showing off her arms in the most amazing way.

Caitlin could tell she lost you a while ago

“Something I said?”

“Hah no… I’m just tired from all the walking today”

Her eyes bared so deep at you she could probably see your soul, I nervously cleared my throat.

“You sure? Looked like you were thinking about something serious?”

Caitlin asked cuz she always knew you better than yourself

“I um… “ I stuttered, now completely aware of how dry my throat was. Caitlin scooted closer to me causing her to realize the power she has over me, causing me to sigh realizing how much I’m craving her in a way I never had before.

“I’ve never done this before but iii …” Caitlin’s brows furrowed

“I’ve um been wanting to tell you I i i “

My hands are shaking I haven’t told someone I love them let alone my best friend

Caitlin’s gaze softens giving me a boost of courage “CAITLIN IM IN LOVE WITH YOU”

I blurt out, I can’t read her face I nervously suck in a breath. A million things are running through my mind, I feel Caitlin’s hands grab mine she lifts them to her lips and places the softest kiss on my knuckles “Y/n baby” she sighs softly “ I’ve been in love with you since elementary school, I thought that you just saw me as a friend and I was ok with that as long as you could be around me.”

“But you love me?” She questions

My heart stops at her confession, really that long? We could’ve been together all this time? I’m in awe!

“ Oh my god yes Caitlin!” I exclaimed, “ I really do love you!”

A slight smile appears on her face “Really?” She questions I guess she’s new to this too, I chuckle slightly and she smirks “ Can I kiss you ?” Her eyes almost pleading “ Oh my god YES!!!”

She places the softest, sweetest kiss on my lips. I’m hungrier so I grab her face with both my hands deepening the kiss as her hands find my hair.

We stay like that for a bit but then eventually break apart to catch our breath.

Suddenly it hit me, that was just a confession, that didn’t mean anything.

What if she doesn’t want us to be together? What if that was all it was? Just a Kiss.

Caitlin can sense my anxiety, her hands cup my cheeks pulling my gaze toward hers

“Y/n it will be fine, we are gonna figure it all out together” She pulls me in for another kiss, this one is light and gentle I can feel all her love through it.

After the kiss she rests her forehead against mine we are just breathing each other in

“You really mean it Caity?”

I question her confession

“Hah… your funny” she’s laughs

“Come on Caity I’m being serious!!”

I pull away from her crossing my arms and huffing

“You’re too cute” she laughs

I frown harder now she can tell I’m upset.

“Oh baby girl” she sighs

Grabbing my hands “ I’m so in love with you it’s not even fair, my heart aches whenever I’m away from you. But yet I can’t breathe when you’re near me. My heart skips a beat when you walk Into the room. To say I need you is an understatement. Please be my girlfriend? Please don’t ever leave my side! I need you more than air! “

She starts getting choked up, tears start brimming at her eyes. I gently wipe her tears away from her eyes and pull her towards me resting her forehead against mine as I gently kiss her nose

“Oh Caity girl” I sigh “I have always wanted to be yours!” She starts grinning ear to ear as I peck her nose again.

“I’m yours Caity girl!”

“I am yours, sweet girl!”

I sigh over and over in between kissing her mouth and nose.

And from that moment on I was hers.

(Authors note

Thank you everyone for reading this. Please know this is my first fanfic so please go easy on me. I’m not sure if all continue to make fics this was just something that came to me and I ran with it. If something else comes to me then I’ll make another one. That being said if you have any asks I’ll see if I can make something with it. 😁

Love ya!)

[barty-crouch-jrs-bitemark]

It’ll be alright

Rosekiller Microfic

1.5k words

"Dora, get the door," Evan moaned, sprawled over the couch in his living room.

"Evan, I just got home. You get it, you twat," she retorted. He groaned and reluctantly made his way to the door, opening it.

"Hello—" Evan gasped. Standing in front of him was Barty Crouch Jr. His right eye was bruised, and his black hair dripping, despite there only being a drizzle outside. He had scorch marks on his clothes, and tears were streaming down his face, which broke Evan's heart.

"Barty?!" Evan yelled, pulling him out of the rain and into the house.

Barty hugged Evan tightly and collapsed. Evan caught him, lowering them both to the entryway floor. He clung to him, sobbing into his shoulder. Evan cupped Barty's head with one hand, his fingers digging into his wet hair, and squeezed the boy's thin waist with his other arm.

"Hey, it'll be alright. You're gonna be okay. I'm here, Barty. I'm here." Under any other circumstance, holding Barty this close, having the boy's face in his neck, would have made Evan start thinking very unholy thoughts. But all Evan could feel while holding Barty as tightly as he could while he cried was rage. rage at whoever had done this to his best friend.

Eventually, Pandora stood over them, holding a cup of tea. "Hi, Barty," she said, calmly and joined them on the floor.

Barty disentangled himself from Evan's embrace, though Evan kept his arm firmly wrapped around his shoulder. He knew maybe it was weird and he felt a little guilt for using a tragedy as an excuse to touch him, but it’s not like Barry was fighting his arm off.

"Hi," Barty sniffed, taking the tea from Pandora. "Thanks," he managed to say, and she nodded in acknowledgment.

"Barty, what happened?" Evan asked after Barty had taken a few sips of his tea. Barty kept staring into his cup.

"My dad," he muttered. "We got into a fight. My mum's sick again, and can't leave her bed. Usually, she would stop it, but—" His voice choked. "He was so angry. All I did was accidentally knock over one of her healing potion bottles. It was an accident, I swear. She said it was fine. She cleaned it up with magic, but then my dad hit me and started casting spells, and they burned, and—" His voice caught, unable to continue.

Evan wrapped him in a comforting hug again, kissing the top of his head lightly enough he hoped he couldn’t feel it. Evan was gonna kill Barty’s dad. He truly was. He heard that the only way to use unforgivable curses was to use raw emotion and truly mean it. Right now Evan was sure he could Avada Kadabra Mr. Crouch in a heartbeat. How could anyone ever hurt Barty, his Barty like this?

He looked up at Pandora, but she had already gone to fetch a potion upon seeing Barty's burns.

"Barty," Evan began in a whisper.

"He told me to leave. I couldn’t have grabbed Shrue from her cage before, or I would've sent you a letter."

"It's okay. Stay here. You're safe here." Evan just kept running his fingers through Barty’s rain-soaked hair, allowing Barty to cling to him like his life depended on it.

"I honestly wasn't even sure I could make it. I walked around my town in circles for a few hours until I remembered the Knight Bus. All I said was your name, and they knew where to go." He sniffed into Evan's chest.

"I'm glad you did. You'll be alright," Evan reassured him. He was trying to be calm and just hold barty, instead of thinking of how he would hide mr. Crouch’s body. Maybe he’s transfigure it into a bone and bury it.

Pandora returned and handed Evan the bottle. She stood over them for while. Until Evan nodded that she should go.

"Barty, come to my room. We'll clean you up, okay?" Evan helped him stand, but after just a few steps toward the stairs, he handed him the bottle and scooped him up. Barty was only a few inches shorter than him, but had a far thinner build and was easy to pick up. He let out a small laugh.

"God Rosie, would you stop flirting? I’m injured here." He choked out.

"Shut up," Evan smirked, he knew Barty was joking but it still stung just a little. Hearing him fake flirt when Evan would kill hundreds of people for this boy at one word. He carefully took him to his room and gently set him on the bed.

"This might sting a little," Evan warned, sitting next to Barty and taking the potion from his hands. Barty had burned slashes on his trousers and a large gash on his hip. Evan winced as he got a closer look.

"This might be easier if you, um, took them off," Evan said delicately. Yes, he did want Barty’s pants off on his bed, but he swore it was purely for medical reasons this time.

"Wow," Barty smirked, propping himself up with his arms. "I come to you injured, and all you can think about is getting my pants off? You horny bastard."

"Shut up, you git," Evan muttered, lightly pushing Barty. Barty started unbuttoning his pants and slowly peeled them off. They clung to his legs due to the dry blood from his burns. Evan helped, and by the time they were off, Barty was out of breath and Evan was really hoping he wouldn’t notice how red he’d gotten, or the fact that Evan’s own pants were getting very tight in a particular place.

God, he wanted to collect all of Barty’s blood and use it to somehow make a potion to kill Mr. Crouch. He might even keep some blood for himself. just as a keepsake. Maybe if he could wash Barty’s trousers himself, or even ask Pandora. he knew his sick sister would know how to collect blood from clothes.

Evan started delicately putting drops of potion on his burns. this is not how he’d imagined Barty being pants-less on his bed for the first time, but he hardly cared. His heart was beating out of his chest and he didn’t know if it was because of how mad he was at Barty’s father for doing this to him, or because a flushed, soaked, blood covered Barty Crouch Jr. was laying on his bed in boxer shorts panting at what Evan was doing. Evan felt himself twitch in his jeans.

"Thanks for—ouch—healing me." He choked out. he knew he was just putting on potion but the thought that Barty was making those whimpering and little moaning noises because of HIM was one that would keep Evan going for months to come.

"Last one, okay?" He told Barty. He nodded. Evan carefully pulled down Barty's boxers, just below his tattooed hip bone, and dropped the potion onto the wound. He felt his dark gaze on him as he applied the last drop.

"Thank God I'm in pain; otherwise, I might be getting hard," Barty said with a pained grin. Evan shook his head. He’s just joking. he did know Barty wasn’t exactly not hard though. The boxers left little to the imagination. But Evan WAS getting hard. he already was hard. he was already thinking that if he couldn’t kill Mr. Crouch maybe fucking his son senseless on his bed would do the trick. Piss him off. Making his only son and carrier of his legacy turn into a mess of moans and whimpers under another man.

"Do you want anything? I can get you some dinner or..."

"No, I should get going. Your dad wouldn't want me being here," Barty tried to sit up, but Evan gently pushed him back down.

"You're not leaving. Stay. My dad won't care, and he won't even be back from work until much later."

"Rosie, I don't want to get you in trouble..." Rosie. he loved when he called him that, even if he rolled his eyes and pretended he didn’t.

"You're staying here. You can hardly stand. Come on." Evan lay next to the smaller boy. He kept about 3 feet between them, laying on the very edge of the bed about to fall to the floor.

Barty started to cry. Evan hesitated for only a second before pulling him into his arms. It may mean something more to Evan than it did Barty, but Barty fell into his embrace, instinctively rested his head on Evan's chest.

"I don't want you to..."

"Shhhhh. B, you're exhausted. Just stay here tonight. We'll figure it out in the morning." Barty nuzzled his head into Evan's neck in response, before letting out a choked sob. Evan calmly stroked his black hair. he was memorizing this moment. how Barty felt resting on his chest, how his hair felt in evan’s hands. his he smelt like rain and blood. he wished the circumstances were happier. That the breath on his neck wasn’t shaky and that Barty wasn’t in pain as his burns healed.

He started reaching for his wand to turn off the lights but reconsidered.

"Um, do you want me to sleep on the couch and give you the bed, or..."

"Don't you dare leave my side, Rosier," Barty mumbled. Evan grinned.

He turned out the lights and threw a blanket over them, and could hear the boy snoring within minutes. He must've been exhausted.

A while later, Pandora knocked and entered the room. She looked at how the boys were tangled up together and raised an eyebrow at Evan. He fanned her away and she left closing the door behind her.

[thesharkwhalewhoohooooo]

Bridget x fem! Oc

Knight! AU, in which Athene has been captivated by the princess.

"My princess, you know I'm assigned to keep you safe, I can't just-!" Athene tried, like every morning, to get the royal to allow her to keep her place at her side, a place she'd do anything to keep.

"But.. i'm just going out with Ella! Just take the day off!" Bridget, ever the sweetheart, really just wanted her to have -another- day off and just go off just Ella.

"Princess-!"

"Bridget."

"Princess Bridget, please, allow me to do my job for just one day, i'll be in your shadow for the whole day." Like every other day.

"... okay, but you have to help me carry these!" Bridget held up two trays of cupcakes, and Athene took them from her with a smile.

"Anything for my princess."

"Atheneeeeeee!"

-

"Go walk by the princess, i'll take that from you." Athene replaced Ella with pushing the cart, the girl shooting her a grateful look before speeding up a bit to match Bridget's pace as she walked with the new students.

"Soooo, who are you?" Chloe eventually asked, looking at Athene, who had noticed Red anxiously glancing at her.

"That's Athene! She's the head of my royal guard, my parents hired the best magic swordsman there was!" Bridget proudly introduced, Athene looked over at her as she spoke, her gaze softened significantly.

"She's the captain of my mom's guard, she's always at her side, it's the brunette that was standing next to us when we sat down." Red whispered to Chloe, who's eyes widened as they glanced between Athene and Bridget.

"I'm glas I at least add to your pride, else I would be here for nothing." Athene chuckled, handing her princess another tray of cupcakes to hand out.

"They're not...?" Chloe mumbled to Red, who shook her head.

"Together? Dating? No, I thought she was hooked back in our time but this is probably even worse, I mean i can just-." She waved her hand through the air in a cutting motion.

"Uliana." Athene stepped closer to Bridget, looming over her shoulder, a good head taller than her and taking full advantage.

"Bridget." Uliana hissed out, Red noticed how Athene almost lunged at her, but Bridget reached for her hand and intertwined their fingers, which was so out of character for her mom she almost fainted, but then again this was all very weird so why not.

"Why don't you put a leash on your guard dog, mh?" Morgie barked at her when Hook finished his sentence, Athene giving him a deadpanned stare.

"Uliana, I'm asking you to be mindful of the magical repercussions." Athene gave a second warning to the sea witch, who rolled her eyes and ate all of the feathers.

"My princess, if you'd allow me-." She was about to pick Bridget up to jump onto the balcony and get her to safety, but Ella had already rushed her away and was gesturing for the others to follow.

"Oh... right."

"Why does she look so sad, oh my god i'm gonna cry!" Chloe had tears in her eyes as she watched Athene swallow, probably extremely happy to finally get to show her loyalty.

"Oh this is perfect!" Red groaned, dragging Chloe with as she left the knight.

-

"Princess!" Athene rushed up to the huddle of girls, immediately kneeling before hers.

"Oh my gosh Athene! You don't have to kneel!" Bridget immediately crouched down, and Athene looked up at her.

"I failed at my duty to get you to safety, I should have acted faster and stopped it from happening completely." Ella sighed, she knew she should've let Athene handle it, the girl would be beating herself up about this for ages now.

"Oh no! No no no! It's not-! You did great Athene! You should take the rest of the day off to do your homework! Get ready for castlecoming... who're you going with by the way?" Athene swallowed at that, slowly standing up, holding her princess' hands in hers, softly cradling them.

"About that, would you do me the honour of g-?"

"My god, that was fucking amazing! You were amazing out there Ella, you too Bridget!" Charming appeared and ruined the moment that the two future kids were waiting for.

"The only time I don't like my father." Chloe whispered to Red under her breath, watching the dance her mom did around getting asked out directly.

"Yeah, that was pretty damn sad." Red answered, clearly not as pressed about this as Chloe, who wanted to see them get their true love.

"How about we go together? As friends, of course." Ella said the last part too late for Bridget, who was flushed red and trying not to faint at the idea of going with her crush.

"Oh that sounds amazing! We have to go dress shopping! We only have two days left!!" Ella looked over at Athene apologetically, who was clenching her jaw, and hands, her knuckles whiter than snow as she glared at Chloe's mom.

She was about to grit her teeth at the bluenette when Bridget turned around with a huge grin and a blush that could shame tomatoes, dragging Athene away to search for a dress.

"Ooh, you just fucked up Ella." Red hissed jokingly, Ella groaned.

"I know! Why did I do that?!" Chloe shrugged, but then her eyes widened and she looked at Ella, then at Red, before dragging the latter away.

"We're gonna go do homework now! Bye Ella!"

"Uh... bye?"

"Mom's going to not show up to her date with Bridget to try the most basic trick in the book!"

"And get my mom to become a monster?!" Red looked at her with a frown, and Chloe rolled her eyes.

"No! Silly... she's going to ditch her, and Athene is going to swoop in and dance with her! And done! They're in love!" Red's frown deepened.

"But they won't be, because if that's what happened, then they should be happy now, but they're not, so that couldn't be what happened! Or, maybe, Bridget's feeling for Ella are so strong that her ditching her might break it, but she won't go on to dance with Athene immediately after that! If that is what happened, which it isn't, she'll refuse to dance with Athene, then turn into a monster by whatever Uliana's gonna do." Red took a deep breath, looking at Chloe, who looked like she was in denial about it.

"She wouldn't do that, she's way too nice- she's gonna do that." Chloe grimaced.

"So we stop my mom from ditching her, we get her to fall in love with Athene in two days, or, we stop Uliana from turning her into whatever made her seen as a monster!" She concluded.

"Maybe, in two days? Yeah the last one is the most probable solution."

-

"You put even the finest silks to shame with your beauty, I don't see why you would dress up this much for some girl." That isn't me.

"She's not some girl Athene, it's Ella. Now, this one flatters me more doesn't it?" She came out from behind the curtain in their private room with a beautiful dark pink ball gown on, her hair up in a bun, to make sure it didn't get tangled in the fabric.

"Your mom won't allow you to be with a commoner, even you have boundaries, the lowest you could go is with a duchess." Like me. "You are the only child after all."

"Mh, well, i'm gonna be queen anyway, so it doesn't matter much." Bridget brushed off her comment with a bright smile, giving Athene a little twirl.

"I love y- it. But I think the light pink suits you way better, the one with the roses along the corset." Bridget sighed, sitting down on the edge of the platform she was standing on, looking at where Athene was sitting.

"It's so weird, like I don't even know what her favourite shade of pink on me is! How am I supposed to choose!" Athene sighed.

"Whatever you feel the prettiest in is the only thing i'll ever find beautiful." Bridget let out a giggle.

"You're only saying that! You big flirt." Athene clenched her hand, but stood up once more to sit down next to Bridget and undo the delicate lacing on the corset for her.

"I'm not, but I can tell you that you should never hold back on wearing any colour, the gods just decided to make you look like a goddess in whatever you choose to wear." Bridget hid her face in her hands, feeling Athene's hands trace something on her back.

"What're you writing?" She eventually asked.

"I'm making a heart, because you're the queen of mi- ahem. The queen of them, all of them, anyone that doesn't believe in that will have to face off with my sword. My princess." Bridget giggled again, allowing her knight to slowly push the dress off of her shoulders and help her out of it.

"You big goofball." Athene nearly grabbed her and shook her around to try get some sense into her.

"You can start with mine though, i'll watch as your collection grows." Athene pulled something out of her pocket, an amulet, which... didn't have anything in it yet.

"There's nothing in there?" Bridget asked, tilting her head as she took ahold of the oval shaped amulet, which looked more like a thorny cage than anything else.

"Yet, I want you to have this." Athene took off her breastplate, unbuttoning the blouse underneath, Bridget watching with intrigue.

"What?!" Bridget gasped as Athene reached inside her own chest, dark blue magic swirling around her  hand as it disappeared into her chest.

"No! Athene! Do not give me-!" She was too late, the brunette had already pulled out the dark red oval shaped crystal.

"I know you're not supposed to give your heart to anyone but-."

"To anyone but your bride! Do not give me this! What if I lose it?! Or break it?! Do you want me to get a heart attack?!" Bridget clasped onto the opened blouse, pulling Athene down and coming face to face with the girl.

"I... know, but I want you to have it, you'll always have me, every little part of me is yours, even when I'm not your knight, i'll always be yours in my heart, which i'm giving to you to symbolise that I'm not leaving. Ever." She opened the amulet, placing the crystal inside, which fit snugly, and used her magic to seal it shut.

"Don't lose it." Bridget had tears in her eyes, her mouth hung open in disbelieve.

"Why would you- i'm-." She stopped herself, falling into Athene's chest and sobbing into it as she wrapped her arms around her.

"I hate you so much!" She cried, her nails digging into her sides as if she didn't just give her her literal heart.

Athene let her cry, stroking her hair and holding her close.

"I know, I'm sorry."

"Why would you do this to yourself?!"

-

"Red, my little princess, you have to sleep now." Athene tried to get a little Red to stop jumping on the bed and settle down for story time.

"If you can get ready for bed in under five minutes i'll let you ride a horse with me tomorrow morning." She had never seen the princess run that fast before... well, maybe a few times, but not for bed.

"Done!"

"Brushed your teeth?"

"Check!"

"Well that settles it! We're going horse riding tomorrow!" Red cheered, quickly jumping under her sheets before Athene said anything.

"You're such a good kid, you know that right?" Red hesitated, but nodded.

"What do you want to hear about?"

"Can you tell me about my mom?" Athene's breath hitched, she looked at Red with wide eyes, the little Princess' eyes still so wide and innocent, even though she'd seen so much bloodshed.

"I-... sure. Settle in for the ride little one."

Red shot up in her bed, breathing loudly and clutching her chest, trying to calm down.

Luckily she hadn't woken Chloe, so she could wind down on her own.

"We have to stay for castlecoming."

-

"You guys need dresses?" Athene showed up to the new student's dorm the morning of castlecoming, two dresses in hand and with a smile on her face.

"I had to get out because Bridget wanted to bake something in peace, also, i'm being iced out because, well I gave her something she didn't really want and now she's terrified of losing it or breaking it, which it basically impossible." She let out a laugh, coming in past Red and handing the blue dress to Chloe.

"I'll help you guys get changed, well, i'll help Chloe with her make up, and i'll get any last changes on accessories you guys want, but that's considered helping, right?" Red nodded, holding her own red dress to her chest, happy that her parent figure did actually know what to do, like always.

"What'd you give her?" Red sent Chloe a glare, who simply shrugged.

"My heart."

"How?! What?!" Chloe freaked out, Red didn't.

"It's an old Wonderlandian tradition, give your heart to your bride and live a thousand years by her side. Essentially just becoming someone's property." Red explained, Athene shrugged.

"I see it as a deep pledge of my loyalty, also maybe a proposal, but with the way she reacted it definitely isn't something i'm going to be telling her." She awkwardly smiled, tying her hair up in a bun.

"If you need anything, call Bridget's room, i'm in there." She pointed at the landline on the table in a corner, and the two princesses shrugged.

"Sure."

-

"I'm back!" Athene smiled at Bridget, who glared at her, as best as she could.

"Princess- Bridget. You know that you're too adorable to be able to glare, please don't get early wrinkles because of me." She smoothed out her frown with her thumb, then stepped back to admire her dress.

"How do you feel in that?"

"Annoyed, disgruntled, mad."

"And if I asked how you feel with the dress being the source of the feelings?"

"Good." Athene kissed her forehead and went to sit on her bed, admiring the light pink ballgown.

"You look phenomenal, no wonder you feel good, if you didn't i'd have a few heads rolling." Bridget gasped.

"No! Don't kill people! That's bad Athene!" The knight merely smirked at her, and the princess held a hand up to cover her mouth, realising she had broken her promise of not speaking to her. -she had already broken it but this was in a bad way-

"Well, we can't have my princess in a bad mood for her first dance! I'll help with the corset, come here." Bridget stepped in between the girl's legs, lifting her dress to go over them so she was able to stand close enough.

"Why aren't you wearing my heart?" Athene eventually asked, once she was almost done lacing her up.

"Why aren't you wearing your dress?" She evaded the question, and she let her.

"I'm going to be wearing a suit, i'm still on duty and a dress would constrict my movement." Bridget hummed, turning around once she was done to face her.

"I'll wear your heart," Athene smiled up at her, and she leaned a bit closer. "-if you accept the night off to enjoy yourself with your date." She deflated.

"I don't have a date, I was't fast enough with asking her."

-

"Ella?" Bridget watched as the girl of her dreams danced with Charming, and Ella shot her a guilty look.

She stood there on the dance floor, staring at them as she betrayed her, when someone softly grabbed her hand and turned her around.

"Don't cry my princess, she's clearly not worth your tears." She glared at Ella for not only stealing her date but also ditching her.

Bridget looked up at her with a trembling bottom lip and teary eyes, trying to talk but nothing came out.

"Let's just dance."

Red watched as Bridget happily walked over to Ella, who went to dance with Charming, and then got intercepted by Athene, who was wearing a matching off white suit with light pink accessories.

"Oh my god this is so sad, why would- OH MY GOD!" Chloe gasped the last bit out when she saw Athene being pushed back by Bridget, who sped off, and now it was her turn to just stand there.

"I think we have a half half chance that this might stop my mom from being a maniac." Red piped up, trying to wave Athene over, who was staring blankly at the exit, arms limp by her torso.

"You think it's the good half?"

"Let's go see shall we?"

-

"Hey Uliana! Get the fuck away from Bridget!" Red yelled at the villain, who stepped back in shock from being caught, but soon resumed her actions of trying to give Bridget a cupcake.

When they arrived, they were just in time and slapped the cupcake out of Bridget's hands, the princess merely looking down at the mess.

"Get away from her." Red hissed out, pointing a dagger at the sea witch.

"Let's go wash your hands Bridget." Chloe coaxed her towards a fountain and washed her hands for the dazed girl.

-

"Let's go then...." Red spoke up once they were back in the stardust room, holding up the pocketwatch.

"Let's go!" Chloe grabbed it with her and they returned to their respective time, just to find that they were back to when Uma pointed out that Bridget was being disrespectful to her.

"I'm just trying to play my favourite game." She trialed off, standing up and being helped up by Athene, who stood besides her in a golden chrstplate??? Not black???

Red held her breath as her mom turned to her, then let it out with a confused sigh.

"Hearts!" She glanced at Athene, nothing changed with her except maybe she had less scarring on her body and her armour was golden.

"I'm just so happy that my daughter gets to attend Auradon prep with you all!" She smiled at her daughter, and Athene smiled at her too, the familiar, warm smile she used to give her when she still read her bedtime stories, until she was ripped away from her by her mother.

"Well, nothing I say can top that, so... happy schoolyear ya'll!" Everyone stood up, and Red and Bridget hugged.

"You've grown so much! Oh i'm going to miss you!" She pinched her daughter's cheeks, Red scrunching her nose.

"Mom!" She whined, Athene laughing at them.

"Don't be so rude! She's not going to see you for a few months!"

"Three months Athene! I've never not seen my baby for more than a week! Please be nice to everyone and remember! You get more with sugar than salt!" Red slowly nodded, glancing between Athene and Bridget, did the change also change their relationship?

"Soo, Athene, how's your girlfriend doing?" Athene frowned at her, shaking her head.

"Don't have one! Now stop asking me that you little brat!" She was about to jokingly put her in a headlock when Bridget stopped her.

"This is why I told you not to give me your heart! You're never going to find love that way." She shook her head with a sigh, not noticing how Athene looked at her.

"I've already found it."

"Mh?"

"Red's dorm of course! Let's go get you settled in!" Red arched an eyebrow at the slip up, but still followed the knight to her dorm, which she would be sharing with Chloe, again.

"Red! Oh my god it worked!" Chloe jumped into her arms, not noticing Athene behind her.

"As much as i'm confused by how you two know each other, i'm just going to set down your bags there." Chloe looked up at Athene with wide eyes, quickly scrambling off of Red, who rolled her eyes.

"Of course..." she glanced at Red with a questioning look, Red simply shook her head no.

"Really?! But didn't she show up to take Bridget back to her dorm?"

"Maybe they're destined to be like this."

-

"Oh! Remember when I had a crush on you when I was... 20? I think." Bridget laughed at the memory, not seeing Athene's face fall.

"Mom! Isn't this about me leaving? Not about you and your past romances!" Red saw the discomfort on Athene's face, it was hard to miss, even the Charmings saw it.

"Mhm, that was quite the phase." Athene simply replied, this mind blowing revelation nearly blew her apart, she could've had the woman of her dreams when she was 20, but she never asked her out and now she'll never have a chance again.

"If I ever get into a situation where i'm like her, please kill me." Chloe whispered to Red, who simply nodded in return, grabbing her hand and resting it on her thigh.

"Same goes for you." She whispered back to the flushed Charming girl.

[reallyromealone]

I was binging your stories and I was wondering from this. Do you think reader would've had a omegan drop if he didn't get help from Bonten Gang, the stress of like a newborn and a rebellious son taking a toll on him, then the son being there to witness like 'shit what to do I do? My dads are going to kill me'.

Idk just a thought.

Ohohooo

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(Name) felt dizzy, he had been all day.

His pups were non-stop, his eldest being particularly prickish and doing shit he shouldn't and his youngest wasn't feeling well and sobbing non-stop.

"Shh shh!" (Name) tried soothing tho sobbing baby, having just given them their bottle and a fresh diaper.

His mates were working hard, unable to spend time at home often and besides... (Name) wanted to be a stay at home Omega to care for his kids... He could handle this.

Right?

Eventually his pup quieted down and fell asleep and (name) let out a sigh of relief, his head pounding and body trembling aggressively as he went to stand up.

His son walked into the room as he saw his Dam drop.

Time moved slowly as he managed to catch (name), the Omega shaking as his body went limp and the scent of (scent) gone from the air.

He knew he was one of the sole causes of this drop, having been an absolute menace to his dam but seeing the other drop... Was terrifying.

"What do I do?!" Having not paid attention to secondary gender classes at all safe for the Alpha portions left him like a fish out of water.

"God they're gonna kill me!" The ramifications of what he's done now setting in, how was he going to explain this to his sires!

He can hear the questions now "well why didn't you help him?" What was he going to say?! "I didn't see him as a person, omegas should just be able to handle this stuff"

Papa Mikey would kick him into the sun!

(Name) was completely unresponsive and (sons name) didn't realize what time it was as the first half of his dad's stepped through the door "(name)?!" Kakucho said panicked as the four men rushed to the Omega "what happened?!" Sanzu hissed out and (sons name) was freaking out as he watched Rindō lift (name) into his arms "we need to get him to the hospital now!"

"(Sons name)! Grab your sister!"

"I-I don't know how to hold her!"

"What do you mean?! You held he plenty of times when helping (name)" that's what (name) said in the phone after all.

"I-I... Don't help"

"WHAT?!" The men were livid as Mochi checked (name) "we will deal with this at the hospital, he needs help now!"

The other half met them at the hospital, (name) hooked up to machines and is thankfully stable but unconscious as Ran kissed his forehead gently.

"Explain."

(Sons name) wanted the world to devour him as his dad's stared him down "why aren't you helping him? Helping your sister? The man gives you unconditional love and this is what you give back?!"

"He's just an Omega he can Handle it!"

The room went cold as Koko stared his kid down "what did you say?"

"H-hes an Omega! They're baby machines! It's not my fault he wasn't good enough to handle it!"

"He's not a fucking machine you little shit! He's a person! Just like you and he obviously has been dealing with some bullshit to have had a drop to this degree!"

"Well why don't you guys help huh?!"

"Because we bust our asses to keep you fed! And we do fucking help, who do you think does the night feedings and changes?!"

"When he wakes up, we are learning all the shit you do and if our suspicions are correct, you're going to fucking military school" Sanzu gritted out to his kid, barely wanting to look at the kid whom (name) devoted so much love and time too only to do this shit.

Unforgivable.

When (name) woke, he was clingy as hell and flickering from his omega state as Mikey held him close to soothe him "pups?"

"They're right there baby" Mikey pointed to his kids, Sanzu holding their babe to give (name) "what happened...?" (Name) slurred out and Mikey nosed at his scent gland "you dropped baby"

(Name) looked wide eyed as his pup fed from him "what happened (name)"

(Name)s eyes watered up, now having to face his problems head on as a soft hiccup left his lips.

The alphas attention turned to their son who rolled his eyes "Kakucho, wait in the hall with him"

When the two left the room, (name) was urged to share and he did.

Apologies were sputtered out, the alphas feeling shitty for not being home enough to catch this problem that clearly got so bad their beloved dropped.

"I-I don't know what to do anymore..." (Name) mumbled exhausted, snuggling into Mikey as ran held their baby girl "sleep, we will handle it"

(Name) didn't leave his room as his mates got into the car with their son, keeping to their word about millitary school.

Koko came and checked on (name), the alphas working out a chart on who could be home each day with (name) to help out especially during his recovery "I-I just feel like I failed..." (Name) mumbled and Koko kissed him gently "you didn't fail, we couldn't have predicted him making friends with shitlings"

"You're a great dam and a great mate, I don't want to hear otherwise"

"Ok alpha..."

"Good..."

[2smolbeans]

stop the angst potential after they corrupt their angel darling and realize they have completely and irrevocably changed the love of their life. like with asmo, now that they have sinned—now that they know what pleasure feels like, they have no reason to stay loyal to him alone. or with satan, if you aren’t the literal symbol of patience and peace, you have no reason to put up with him. you have no reason to deal with his wrath and his outbursts. omfg imagine levi unintentionally causing his darling to be just as insecure and envious as him—leading to you hating him because he uses his power and influence against you. or with lucifer, like if his darling just became an entirely new person. they don’t care about him anymore, why should they? they’re too good for that now. they have bigger and better things to do than be stuck with him and his annoying controlling tendencies. now that he has shown them how freeing it is, they don’t need him anymore. like imagine it finally settling in that they’ve made an irreversible mistake and no matter how hard they try, they’ve permanently lost you—the you they fell in love with. sure they can trap you in their house, force you to stay with them for eternity, but it’ll never be the same. you’ll never be the same. i mean we see how bad belphie got when he was locked up in that attic despite the fact that he was once an angel. oh and diavolos disappointment when he learns what the brothers did. god the angst.

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...Bro..I love this. You absolutely cooked fr-

No, because you're literally right about that - sure, when you fall, it's exciting at first for them.. There's kind of like a honeymoon phase where they can nuture you, act like they care while you're all confused and panicking about the traumatic change that just happened. Falling isn't something that's easy, and it's an extremely painful thing to happen to an angel. So many things could happen. Wings can fall off, horns can start protruding and growing from the skull, and scales can start to flake all over the skin. Don't forget about the new rush of foreign emotions that can hit a fallen angel!

In the beginning, you're completely vulnerable to them. They calm you with their words, telling you it's gonna be okay - because they were once also fallen angels as well! Eventually, the honeymoon phase ends, and you begin to get more comfortable in your demonic body. You begin to explore different things, learn different things.. And you become a whole new person.

It's not the same, and there are some moments where they wish you were the same angel they once knew.

It wasn't a total loss for Lucifer. You were still beneath him. Only he could now control everything about you now that you were a demon like him. There was no heaven to protect you. There was no one to care about you but him. He could care less about your good nature and more about how you humored his ego.

But, he would be lying if he didn't miss the way you would keep to yourself, not trying to flash or make every gesture about how grand and great you were. He kind of missed the way you would meekly whisper in his ear, laughing about something so small and sharing stories about heaven in secret. He missed your naive nature. He missed the way you would stare at him with amazement.

Mammon, on the other hand, was devastated when you fell. At first, he enjoyed your new spunk nature. It was a sight of sore eyes for the fallen angel that was once charitable to be robbing people blind. But after that, he hated himself for it. He was mostly against corrupting you since he knew that once you fell, there was no going back. Sure, he enjoyed how insatiable you were and loved to watch you indulge in sin, but he sure as hell missed how you would selflessly give. Maybe because back then, he was able to take advantage of it.. But mostly because of how he was able to feel special. Sure, now you were somewhat equal to him, and he could now rule over you, but there was no longer a guarantee that you would love him out of the goodness of your heart.

Leviathan.. Oh boy. To be honest, it's hard. On one part, he loves how you fell hard, how he was able to watch you suffer.. On the other hand, he hates how you won't ever show him kindness. You merciful, you're cruel and snappy from the resentment you hold for him. You aren't compassionate. You are bitter and cold. He can't blame you. He's the reason you're like this. But god, doesn't he imagine if he could turn back time to when you used to praise him with your comforting words.

And like you mentioned with Asmodeus- yeah! It's painful when he realises you don't love him anymore. The number of orgies and parties won't make up for your lack of devotion or loyalty you once had for him. Sure, it's more than fun to watch a modest angel now fall into depravity, but he sometimes wishes you were your old self. More reserved, collected, and faithful. Sure, he saw you as a prude with your modesty, but looking back.. Was it really that bad?

Satan, on the other hand, regrets it. Instead of balancing his rage, your new personality now fuels it. You are so full of vengeance, hatred, and regret. You don't even try to bother with Satan anymore. His mere presence sets you off to a flying rant of how awful he is and how much you hate him for turning you into this horrible individual. He misses your patience because at least there was something that helped or at least tried to mediate his pain. Now, there's nothing but hatred and resentment for him.

Belphegor regrets it. Of course, he loves it now that you're on his level, dreaming away into another reality while he keeps you in his arms. But he won't ever hear your voice talk to him with that clear chipper tone - nagging at him to do something or yapping away when he's closing his eyes. You won't ever look into his eyes with those colorful irises. He won't see the life in your eyes like before. You're now there, like a shell of your former self, eyelids nearly opened with no effort to talk or do anything. It's easier to handle you now, but he does miss the way you used to fight with him about being productive or just really anything that was you from before.

Beelzebub I can see him regretting it. I can see him trying to get you to do the things you did before (fly, tell stories, and the whatnot), but it never goes well. He'll ask you about your day, and you'll just complain about how much your body hurts. He knows you hate him for causing your fall, and he knows there's not much he can do. What's done is done. You tell him how nasty you feel, how this raw insatiable desire for food makes you want to rip out your eyes, how painful it is to be a demon- and all he can do is look at you with guilt. He'll teach you a few things about how to handle being a demon as a way to make it up to you, but he knows nothing ever well. If he wanted to make it up to you, he'd let you go and live your life alone as a fallen angel.. Not coddle you with his pity.

But overall, eventually, as time passes, they'll get over this guilt and mourning over your past self and start to find new ways to use it as an advantage. I mean when a door closes, a new opportunity always opens up!

.

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[amiizuki]

it will be forever funny to me how the flashback portraits of Wittebrothers made Caleb seem like he's had packing peanuts for a brain

(this post ended up becoming quite lengthy, and so did the tags somehow, because I kinda devolved into a rant closer to the end of writing this whole thing, so bear with me here)

so we know that Philip and Caleb became orphans when both of them were still kids. after that, they ended up in Gravesfield and, to fit in with everyone else who lived there, picked up witch hunting and started thinking that witches are pure evil. Caleb knew perfectly well that he's the only family Philip's had left and that he even may be his his only friend, since, judging by the portraits, they've only ever hung out with each other and we don't know if those two ever made any other actual friends.

until one day, during a witch hunt he and Philip were both a part in (something Caleb seemed happy to do, judging by his smirk there), he met a witch – Evelyn – someone he's been taught to hate and want dead by the townsfolk. someone who, again, in his mind, should be evil.

but he just suddenly does a 180 and goes "damn, you can make fire with your hands, you're actually pretty cool"

and then a few days (?) of talking to her later, he's running off to live with her in the Demon Realm, while simultaneously not giving a single fuck about the brother he's abandoning.

(he even runs off with a smile, with a literal :D face, I fucking can't lmao)

Philip ends up seeing Caleb get dragged off through a weird portal and later follows along, thinking something like "no, my brother wouldn't just up and abandon me without saying anything. he probably got captured by that witch we saw together that one time! she probably used some demon magic to bewitch Caleb and took him through that portal to kill him or worse! I gotta go save him!". and, after spending god knows how long in that realm, searching endlessly for his missing older brother, he eventually finds him. but he also finds that Caleb is not only perfectly okay and not hurt in the slightest, he's also peacefully walking together with the same witch who "captured" him, even holding hands with her.

and when enraged Philip tries to attack Evelyn, to protect Caleb from the witch who took him from his home, from his brother, still thinking that Caleb's under her control, Caleb just... gives him a hug and goes on to introduce the witch as his new wife to him (I'm assuming that portrait is the same day as the other three, if not the same scene), also adding on top of that that they're having a child. all as if nothing happened. treating the whole thing like everything's perfectly okay and just another normal day, fully ignoring the fact that he threw his brother away with no care or thought, leaving him completely alone, a full orphan, now with zero actual family left (in TTT, during their backstory, it's said that "Caleb did his best to take care of his younger brother", meaning that either they never got adopted in Gravesfield, or whoever adopted them didn't give a shit about the two, so they still mostly had to fend for themselves), all to go smash some random 5 out of 10 witchussy he talked to, like, 3 times. no fucking wonder Philip killed him!

(btw, jokes aside, it didn't seem like he intended to kill Caleb, because in that portrait where he's ready to kill with a knife in his hand, he's facing forward, while Caleb is actually to his left. so it just looks to me like Philip was gonna try to kill Evelyn again, and Caleb either jumped in front of her to protect her and got accidentally stabbed or he attacked Philip back, to, again, protect Evelyn, and Philip ended up winning that fight. but that's just my theory)

my brother in literal christ and literal titan – why in the FUCK are you just hugging it out with a smile on your face??? you ran off while giving absolutely no warning to anyone, especially your younger brother! why do you think he's here and actively trying to attack you and your new wife? you're not even trying to address the fact that you left him! at least when Luz ran off to a different realm without warning, she had a "I'm still at the camp" cover, so Camila wouldn't worry that much about where her daughter is, and even then she still felt bad for leaving her mother and planned to go back home once summer was over. this chucklefuck, on the other hand, just permanently portaled away to the Boiling Isles, knocked up a witch and fully settled down there, walking around with a big ol' smile and no care in the world. "Philip who? never heard of him"

the only thing that would sorta make this situation seem better (as in, not make Caleb seem like an overly naive ignorant brick), in my opinion, is if they added one more portrait – after the one where he meets the witch, but before the one where he leaves. in that portrait, Caleb would look like he's trying his best to convince Philip that witches aren't actually evil, and perhaps even try to get him to go live with them in the Demon Realm, all the while Philip's looking at him with either disagreement/disappointment/disgust or just rolling his eyes and full on ignoring him, while sharpening his witch hunt tools or something. then it would look like Caleb at least tried to make his brother change his mind, like he tried to offer him a chance to go with them. but no. with the way the portraits look in the final version it just seems like Caleb was fully on-board with killing witches since he was young, even pulling his younger brother along to think the same way, Philip also thought that Caleb was perfectly fine with killing witches, but once he actually meets a real witch (assuming they've never met one before) he instantly pulls an uno reverse card and just runs off with her, without so much as telling his brother beforehand.

I'm not trying to say that "Belos should've been redeemed, because he's the victim here and Caleb is bad and it's all his fault". he still murdered his brother and went on to manipulate everyone on Boiling Isles for centuries, with his end goal being the death of all witches, while simultaneously being stuck in the loop of "denial" and "bargaining" stages of grief – repeatedly trying and failing to recreate a perfect copy of Caleb, but also killing each one that came out wrong or went against him. Belos not being redeemed in the end was the right choice (ignoring the "Belos was always le bad" from King's dad), I agree with that. frankly, if he actually got redeemed in the end, I'd probably be seething for the next 3 to 5 years, like how I did after the Diamonds' "redemptions" in SU (yes I'm still pissed about that lol). I'm just saying that, from what was shown to us, Caleb didn't seem like that good of a person either, not as bad as Belos ended up being, but still not that great. and, once again, seemingly had a raisin for a brain.

(off topic, but during Masha's retelling of Wittebane's backstory, their "sounds like big bro got a hot witch girlfriend and little bro got upset" line was so fucking cringe, it gave me a fever for 3 days the first time I watched the episode)

k, rant over, I dunno what else to add

TL;DR: I think Caleb was dumb as a brick, because, from what was shown to us in their backstory, he seemed to have run off to Demon Realm and abandon Philip without telling him anything beforehand. when Philip came to BI to look for his brother, who he assumed was under control of the witch who "took" him, since he thought his last living family member wouldn't just abandon him, and when he eventually found him, and it turned out he wasn't in any danger at all, Caleb just brushed the whole "I left you for witchussy" thing under the rug and pretended everything was and is perfectly fine, even though it clearly isn't. rip bozo

[kitthepurplepotato]

Chapter 3 - “Pillow Talk”

Summary: Katsuki is “forced” to tell his parents about his girlfriend. Later during the night, he shares his true feelings with Y/N.

Warnings: Swear words, that’s it!

Season 1 💥 Season 2 Chapter 1 💥 Master List

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Mitsuki’s mug falls on the floor as she takes in the view in front of her.

It’s not like she wasn’t sure these two will end up together eventually and there was also that phone call with Katsuki which made his son’s intentions with this girl obvious, she just didn’t think her boy will actually do it so soon. Plus, they acted more like two bickering siblings, teasing each other through the whole evening. Even though they were sharing a blanket they didn’t move towards each other at all. Mitsuki was sure they have a long way to go before the time feels like right for them confess to each other.

So… this… in front of her… was a massive surprise. Mitsuki stopped breathing when his son looked at Y/N with that confused and longing look. She froze completely when Y/N looked back at him. She has no idea how much time has passed since the impromptu staring contest but when she blinked herself back to life the two were kissing on her sofa, in each other’s arms while the movie rolled on the TV, completely ignored by the whole family.

Mitsuki didn’t mean to drop her mug and ruin the moment; she wanted to wait it out and then start yelling profanities to his ungrateful son of a bitch son who forgot to tell her about this massive change in his life.

“I’ll clean that up, honey.” Masaru jumps up from the sofa, leaving the soon-to-be battleground, the coward.

“Katsuki fucking Bakugou.” Mitsuki sneers. “Didn’t you forget to tell me something?!”

“Oh shut up, old hag.” Katsuki rolls his eyes while Y/N tries her best to hide under the blanket. “Stop staring and watch your fucking cheesy movie.”

“Oh, you mean the cheesy movie that made you do cheesy fucking shit on my couch that ended up in a make out session right in front of your parents?!” Mitsuki says, not believing his son’s shenanigans.

“Jesus, I kissed my girlfriend, put my head on a fucking spike!” Katsuki retorts, offended. She’s gonna kill this boy.

“Katsuki, that’s not the problem here.” Y/N mumbles under the blanket.

“Then what is the fucking problem?!” Katsuki yells, utterly confused. Mitsuki still can’t believe his son listens to someone.

“You didn’t tell her we are a couple! I knew this is a terrible way to tell them. Your father already ran away.” She sighs.

“Why didn’t you say so?!”

“Like you ever listen to anyone you fucking madman!” Y/N appears under the covers now; apparently she’s had enough time to get over her embarrassment.

“That’s true.” Katsuki deadpans and looks between the two ladies with a confused face. “Now what.”

“Oh my god, you are insufferable.” Y/N sighs again. “Mrs. Bakugou, I am dating your son.”

“We ain’t dating.” Katsuki retorts and you look at him with a confused look on your face. “We are in a serious relationship so get used to her cuz she’s ain’t going anywhere. Don’t bug her with your wedding dress designs though, she might freak out.”

“Are you not freaking out?” Y/N asks, utterly confused now.

“Why would I? It doesn’t matter if it’s now or in a few years, it will eventually happen, we might as well get over with it.” Katsuki deadpans. Mitsuki can’t help but snort at that.

“Really romantic Katsuki, can’t wait.” Y/N rolls her eyes but there is a slight blush on her cheeks.

“Okay, you menace, I’ll make it so fucking romantic you will cry your fucking eyes out. You just wait.” Katsuki clearly took it as a challenge which is funny and sad at the same time but to be honest, you knew what you’re getting into when you said yes to be the madman’s girlfriend; you might not have cheesy stories to tell your kids but funny ones?! You’ll have a shit ton of those, that’s for sure.

“That’s it.” Mitsuki throws her arms in the air. “I’m bringing out my wedding dress ideas!”

“MOM!” Katsuki yells after his mother but it’s a lost cause; the book is in her hands already.

~•💥•~

As the sun goes down and the world gets dark, another uncomfortable conversation is about to happen.

The conversation about…

“So, Y/N is sleeping with you, right? I ain’t gonna wash the sheets for no reason, work smarter not harder and shit.” Mama Bakugou looks at you two. Well, this is awkward.

It’s not like there is any shame in not sleeping together yet, one way or another, you haven’t been together for that long, but it’s still such a sensitive topic and you are quite sure your boyfriend does not want to have that conversation with his mother.

“Whatever he wants, I’m fine with both.” You mumble quietly. Katsuki rolls his eyes and tries to play it cool.

“Get ready to get your ass kicked, Menace.” He smirks. What the fuck does he mean by that?! He was fine the last time you shared a bed! And before… oh wow, you actually forgot you spent a few nights together already due to a a mission that went terribly wrong. The mission ended up with you two making out on Katsuki’s office desk though. Your cheeks heat up as you remember his soft touch in the middle of the night, on the day he got quirked by the villain, Anguish; and the time he pulled you close and inhaled your scent to calm himself after a nightmare, a day prior the incident.

“Uhm… wait until you wake up on the floor, Blasty boy.” You try to smirk back, but you probably only make yourself look like a foolish teen trying to flirt with the coolest boy in the class.

Mitsuki jumps into your conversation.

“I’ll ignore you two bantering like you’ve never slept in the same bed before.” Mitsuki says, her hands up in the air in surrender and moves towards her room to retreat for the night.

“Oi, we’ve slept together before.” Katsuki retorts, offended, yelling after his mother with a red face. “I ain’t scared to share a bed with my woman! Put in your earplugs, just in case.” Katsuki retorts and you roll your eyes; that’s a fucking bluff but what can you do with his fragile masculinity? It’s a part of him, let’s be honest.

“TMI, son. Good night.” She looks at her son one last time with one brow raised mockingly.

“Fuck off, hag.” Katsuki spits and makes his way towards the bathroom. “Let’s wash up.” He stomps away aggressively, pulling you with him for some weird ass reason. You stop in the middle of your tracks; Katsuki needs to take the chill-pill. Right now.

“Katsuki, calm down. First of all, you have no clothes to change into. Second of all, I’m quite sure you don’t want us to wash up together, but correct me if I’m wrong.” You grin while Katsuki rolls his eyes aggressively.

“You are still a fucking menace.” Katsuki grumbles as he changes his route to go back to his room instead.

“And you still like me.” You tease but his answer makes your insides churn in an uncomfortable way.

“I don’t like you.” Katsuki announces, his voice strong and unwavering; they also sting like a bitch. You’re rendered speechless. “Yeah, think about that.”

You will… definitely… think about that.

~•💥•~

“So… why did you act like a thirty year old virgin in front of your own mother, Katsuki?” You ask while Katsuki shuffles as far away from you as possible on the bed. It can’t get more awkward than this; your mind is still clouded by his cruel words and Katsuki… is being Katsuki. Rude and distant. You can’t believe this man was kissing your scars just a few hours ago, kneeling in front of you like you are the most valuable treasure the world has ever seen.

Well, family does that to people sometimes, you guess. You can love and appreciate your family but sometimes, it’s just hard be yourself around them. You can only hope his facade will slowly crumble as Katsuki takes a few deep breaths and settles in the bed.

“I don’t fucking know.” Katsuki grumbles. “It was so fucking awkward to talk about this with her. She always makes me feel so fucking small. She always does that and I hate it.” He shuffles to the side of the bed so you can’t see his face. This might not be the comfortable conversation you’ve been looking for, but seeing Katsuki’s vulnerable side is so rare you feel genuine gratitude towards the whole situation.

“She loves you. So much.” You mumble into your pillow, moving your body to the other side to face his bare back. It’s full of scars, probably rough to the touch, but you would do anything to be able touch all of them, slide your fingers over the broken tissue, one scar after another until you trace every single one on his body; you want to remember them all, have them carved into your heart so you can see them even when your eyes are closed and your mind is fuzzy. “She worked months on those wedding dresses, Katsuki. Months. One of them had small explosions embroidered onto the fabric which only you could see; it looked pure white from the distance. She took me into the family without a single fucking question, because she trusts you. Some people suck at showing affection and love, and it definitely runs in the family, but Katsuki, you are so fucking loved here.” You sigh, your hand reaching towards his back unconsciously. You take your hand back in the middle of the movement, terrified of scaring him away; vulnerable Katsuki must be handled with care and caution like a wounded wild animal; one single mistake and the softness is replaced by sharp teeth and aggressive growls.

“I can’t do it. I don’t know how. I can’t see it either. I can’t see someone loving me, there’s nothing here to love. I’m a fucking mess. I don’t know what I’m doing and I fucking hate this feeling.” The end of sentence is muffled by his pillow but you can hear it loud and clear. This whole situation reminds you of the day he got quirked and you hate it. Really, really hate it.

“Katsuki, can I touch you?” You ask hesitantly. Katsuki nods but doesn’t move towards you so you put your hands on his back and trace the scars, just how you wanted in the first place.

“There is so much to love, Kats.” You smile and Katsuki’s body tenses under your touch. “For instance, today you made me stand up for myself and ask for the food I like. You made me feel like I can have what I want. You reassured me you want me in your life forever. You looked at me like I’m the best thing in the world, while we watched that stupid movie with your mom. You kissed my scars like they are something to cherish and not something to hide. You gave me your favorite old T-shirt to sleep in.” You smile fondly.

“How do you know it’s my favorite T-shirt?” Katsuki asks, his voice deep and tired.

“Even though it’s freshly washed it still smells like burnt sugar.” You admit and take a deep breath to inhale the sweet scent. Katsuki doesn’t move towards you, he’s still facing the wall instead, but he takes a deep breath and sighs, some of the tension leaving his body with his exhale.

“When I said I don’t like you… I really don’t think I do. I don’t think it’s the right word. It doesn’t feel right.” Katsuki mumbles. Your hand stops on his back and your breath hitches. You have no idea where is he going with this; is it a good or a bad thing? Fuck, you are really tense.

“Describe it.” You whisper, snuggling closer to his back. He tenses for a second, but it doesn’t last long.

“I don’t like people in general. They annoy me. I always hated them, I hated how it was necessary to be surrounded by them to stay on the top; when I was a child, I kept a few idiots around just to have some people by my side… Just to bully the shit out of Deku and share the blame. I hated them. I thought I hated Deku even more, but… I really don’t. He annoys the shit out of me but he’s been the one constant thing in my life, the one person who stayed by my side even when I fucked everything up. When I was attacked by the sludge monster, those fuckers just left me there to die. But Izuku… he tried to save me even though he was very weak back then. Even though I told him to go and die, he decided to die for ME. And even then, I still resented him, the whole idea of him being my closest friend. I fought against it and made his whole life miserable, yet he stayed. I might have apologized to him, but I’ve never said thank you. I can’t do it.” Katsuki sighs, deep in thought. “Then Eijirou came along… that fucker was a true menace; I yelled at him so much yet he only grinned and looked at me like it’s a fucking praise. I hated him so much for being a nuisance, I thought he’s nothing but another useless idiot who’ll run away from me with the first chance he’s got. Then he saved my life. It was so fucking dangerous, Y/N, but he did it anyway. Then you…. Fuck.” Katsuki’s voice wavers. “You just barged into my fucking life, yelling and clawing at me at every available moment, then turned my whole fucking life upside down and I don’t even know who the fuck I am anymore. All these fucking feelings are choking me. I don’t know what to do with them. I thought I have everything I wanted except the number one title, but then I started to feel like something’s missing and hated you for it. I still do. You made me want all the things I thought I’ll never have. You opened up these fucking doors and I don’t know what to do with them. I know I should be thankful, but I’m not there yet. But one day, I’ll tell you how fucking thankful I am that you pulled me out of my misery. It’s like the world was black and white and you painted it with fucking colors, but they hurt my eyes so much, even though it’s so pleasant to see them. I don’t like you, Y/N. The word is too shallow. It means fucking nothing and you are way more than that. I feel like if this would be just a dream and I’d wake up from it, I wouldn’t know what to do with myself. It’s like a part of you lives inside me and I’m a fucking zero without you in my life. I can’t see myself without you Y/N, and it really fucking terrifies me. You are my weakness. You are the bane of my fucking existence. You are something I’ve never wanted but I can’t live without. You are really important to me. A part of me. That’s what I feel. I hate it.”

You don’t know what to say. Your face is wet with tears, ugly sobs bubbling up as you repeat his words in your head, slowly understanding the implications of them.

You want to pour all your feelings into him, kiss him until he understands how much you love this side of him and how thankful you are for his existence. You want to go to bed with him every day, exchanging vulnerable secrets with each other under the blanket of the night, safe and content in each other’s arms.

“Are you crying?” Katsuki finally decides to show his face, turning around so you can see he him rolling his eyes. If it wouldn’t be so dark you would see how red-rimmed they are. “You are such a sap.”

“Oh, shut up, Kats.” You murmur and push yourself closer, your arm slowly snaking around his ridiculously thin middle. When Katsuki doesn’t pull away, you rest your head on his chest, snuggling impossible close until you are nothing but a mess of limbs. None of you say a anything after that, all the unsaid words swirling around you in the shape of tiny blades, they carve into your heart, quick and painful, but you try your best to resist.

I’m in love with you.

It’s not the right time to say it, so you bare with the pain in your chest and close your eyes; you take a deep breath, your mind already hazy from the scent of burnt sugar.

It’s a good kind of pain, because you know that one day, you’ll be able to speak freely about all of this and he’ll say it back.

And when that day comes, you’ll be the happiest person in the entire world.

Another day, another week, another month, another year… it doesn’t matter. You are willing to wait for eternity if it’s needed.

“Good night, love.” You mumble half asleep, not even aware of the words stumbling out of your mouth.

“Yeah. That’s the word.” Katsuki mumbles back, but you are way too sleepy to understand it.

The sleeps take you quickly in the safety of Katsuki’s arms and you don’t remember the last time you’ve slept so soundly through the night. One day, you need to thank Katsuki for that.

… Next Chapter!

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Potato ramble:

- This chapter was so cute 😭😭😭😭 (I’m also fangirling because I wrote this a few weeks ago so I kinda forgot how cute it is 😂) I love how Katsuki finally confessed in his own weird way.

- The way he described his feelings is actually a reference for the wedding chapter in first season where Y/N asked him how would he describe his dream partner. He literally said the same thing back then 😭

- Also, if you haven’t read the first season: Katsuki tends to talk a lot in bed and it’s easier for him to speak freely about his feelings before or after sleep so most of the emotional conversations will probably be in bed in the later chapters as well. The bed and the darkness is Katsuki’s safe place after all.

- The next chapter will be 18+, so if you are underage/not comfortable with that kind of stuff just ignore next week’s chapter; there will be a brief summary in the chapter after for those who decide to skip it! I’m trying my best not to make this season too explicit but Katsuki has his mind of his own and he just does things? (I don’t know how normal people write, but for me, my characters have their own mind. I had so many plans in the past that I had to scrap because I felt like that’s not what the character would do in certain situations. I’m a weirdo, I know.) When these two get their shit together there will be less of this kind of content, so don’t worry!

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[mindingmybidness12]

Settling Differences [Jenna Ortega x GN! Reader]

Summary: You and Jenna were having a bit of a dispute and you two go about solving it like any normal couple would.

Warnings: Fluff, banter, no editing

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“Ok, it’s your turn to do the dishes.”

“BULLSHIT! It’s your turn! It was my turn last time.”

“and I had to do it for a month straight before that!”

“I WAS OUT FILMING COMMERCIALS!”

“Oh. So what you’re telling me is that you’re too Hollywood for the dishes? Dawn and Mr Clean just couldn’t fit into your schedule?”

“Oh. SHUT. UP."

"Oh? Has this worthless peon spoken out of turn? Forgive me Lady Hollywood."

"Oh will you stop being a petty little asshole? Geeeeez!!"

Despite the back and forth, your girlfriend Jenna had the biggest smile on her face. Even when she was continuously rolling her eyes she had nothing but fondness and slight exasperation on her face. This was how you guys worked. The banter was always lively and always came from both sides even though you were the one to instigate things more often then not. Jenna caught on to your bullshit quick and decided to roll with it by sometimes acting as your straight man on purpose. This is only one of the many things you love about her. She could take a joke.

"Hey if I was being petty I would have call you Miss Almost Golden Globe."

That's to say that you wouldn't try to push the envelope every now and then.

Jenna's eyes bugged out of her head and her jaw dropped as a laugh of disbelief escaped her lips.

"No you fucking didn't!"

"I didn't! I could've, but I didn't."

"You just did!"

"Nooo that was a hypothetical situation that could've happened in an alternate timeline. Sooo...."

"I'm gonna fucking kill you now."

"That would be rude and - oh god!"

You started booking it out of the kitchen with a pissed Ortega on your hills. You two would then reenact a Scooby doo ass chase scene throughout your shared living space. Eventually though she got a hold of you and would now exact her revenge.

"Take this you little shit! And this and that!"

She had you pinned down and straddle and was delivering a merciless assault of pinches all over your face. She got your cheeks and your ears. She grabbed at your hair and twisted it around and stuck two fingers in your nose and pulled. She wasn't mad still. She knew you were playing around. Didn't mean she couldn't give you hell though.

"Ow! Ouch! I give, I give! Uncle. I'm sorry!"

"That's right," she grinned while wiping her hands on your shirt. "Now prove to me your sorry by cleaning the kitchen."

"Oh alright..."

"Good-"

"SIKE!!!"

You threw her off you and she let a cute yelp.

"Y/N, what the fuck?!"

"I refuse to concede defeat." you said as you climbed to your feet while dusting yourself off.

"You just did though?"

"Hush child." You started off before going into a "dramatic" monologue all the while ignoring the mutter of an "Oh brother..." that came from the girl behind you. "We now find ourselves at a crossroads. Neither one of us willing to budge."

"Just do the dishes, dude."

"WE WILL NOT BUDGE SO WE MUST SETTLE THIS ONCE AND FOR ALL!!! TO THE DEATH."

"Best 2 out of 3?" At this point Jenna had gotten up and looked at you with a deadpanned stare but the amusement was clearly dancing in her eyes for anyone to see.

"Best 2 out of 3."

"ROCK! PAPER! SCISSORS! SHOOT! ROCK! PAPER! SCISSORS! SHOOT! ROCK! PAPER! SCISSORS! SHOOT! ROCK! PAPER! SCISSORS! SHOOT!"

"Dammit loose already!" You cried.

"Never!" Jenna shouted back laughing.

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You and Jenna sat at the dinner table with crumpled up paper all around you. One sheet of paper was laid out between the two of you with a myriad of x's and o's across it.

"Ok. Rock, Paper, and scissors is one thing..." You began, "But how the hell do you tie in tic-tac-toe? 20 times in a row?"

"Maybe you should just get a clue and lose already." Jenna shrugged while playing with her hair. She wasn't winning but she still had a smug air about her. She was stopping you from winning so she couldn't help but feel smug. You wanted to wipe that smirk off her face.

"Alright you little garden gnome, this next game will be your last."

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Y/N : 2000 LP

Jenna: 1200 LP

"I tribute my two monsters and summon my Blue-Eyes White Dragon." You cried in glee.

"FUCK!" Jenna wasn't feeling the glee.

"I'm gonna wipe out the puny monster of yours and-"

"Nope!" Jenna interrupted with a "Negate Attack".

"I can nope too." You said while activating a "Trap Jammer" to cancel her Trap card.

"Nope!" Jenna said again while activating her own "Trap Jammer".

"Right back at yah, kid." Activating your second "Trap Jammer" and she just gave you a look as you grinned cheekily at her. You were about to resume your attack before she flipped over her last trap card.

"Ring of Destruction? AH SHIT!"

That card would destroy a monster and deal damage to both equal to its attack points. Your Blue-Eyes was the target and with its 3000 attack points that means....

"Draw" You and Jenna sighed at the same time.

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You were now on what would potential be the last chance of victory for the both of you. A fighting game. Specifically the fighting game the both of you played together all the time. This game would always get competitive one way or the other and would often become a way to settle all disputes that got too far. Really something as petty as dish washing didn't need to call for all of this but the two of you were having way too much fun and both of you wanted to win.

It was a martial arts game that had a good move pull and several good mechanics and fun little gimmicks in the game. Like being able to show respect to your opponent.

"Ok let's begin with a bow of respec- DAMN!!"

Respect seemed to be the furthest thing from your opponent's mind. You were immediately interrupted by Jenna, who at the word "begin", threw a mean roundhouse kick at your character who was halfway into a bow. The poor bastard had no choice but to eat shit.

"Oh! You said begin! So I just... got to work I guess. My bad."

She didn't sound too sorry. Neither did she stop giving you the business either. You then quickly got into as well. Despite the cheap shot from Jenna (You were secretly proud as hell) you were able to catch up in terms of damage.

Soon you were both on your last legs and with one hit, there would be a winner. You both mashed your controllers and!!!

knocked each other clean the fuck out.

"DRAW!!" the game called out.

"BULLSHIT!!" You both raged.

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"Well there's only a few more ways this could go." You said after you both had time to cool off.

"How?" Jenna asked whiled looking towards you.

"Either you or I could be the bigger person and volunteer to clean the kitchen."

Jenna raised a delicate eyebrow.

"Or.... the one to last longest in bed wins and doesn't have to clean the kitchen for two weeks?"

"....."

".....deal."

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It was tie. You both lost. But you ended up cleaning the kitchen in the morning and making her breakfast in bed so really you lost.

You didn't feel like much of a loser though :)

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A/N: And that's that. Went a little longer than I thought it would but I had fun. Leave a like and comment and I'll see you when I see you!

[dw19791967]

That Type of Girl Part 4

Pairing: Dean x reader (Eventual), Sam x reader (Platonic)

Warnings: language, unrequited love, angst, mentions of torture, mentions of self-hate, fluff.

This is the fourth fic I have ever written, all mistakes are my own. Please be gentle on me!

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Dean's POV:

“Where the hell is she Sam?” I was pissed. Why the hell would she open the door without us being here.

“I’m not sure man, I’m looking. I promise we will find her.” Sam was searching on his laptop.

“I think it’s that Rick dude she mentioned, I mean she knew something was up with him. I don’t understand why she would be so stupid.” I can’t lose her. She is my best friend.

“Looks like there are two possibilities for where he would take her, he must have smashed her phone because I can’t pick up a GPS signal.” Sam looked at me.

“Where was the last location ping?” I looked at Sam’s screen.

“There, it’s that one.” I pointed to the closet location. Close to where her phone pinged. “Let’s go get my girl.”

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Y/N's POV:

God, I can’t wait for the ass chewing the boys are gonna give me. Anything is better than listening to Rick whine and groan about how much he hates women. It’s been about five hours since he took me. He has sliced me more than a Christmas ham. I guess better me than some other helpless woman.

“Wondering when your saviors will come, sweet Y/N?” Rick started working his way towards me again.

“Actually I was wondering something about you. Why is it you pick women to prey on, hmm? Worried a big strong man would be able to see through your BS?” I smirked at Rick.

“You know you are one annoying bitch, Jesus how do the Winchesters put up with you?” 

Rick smacked me across the face. Hard enough to make my mouth bleed.

“What can I say, I am a joy to be around.” I pray the boys are close.

Rick starts to come close to my face. “As soon as your big giants get here, we can really get this party started. That is if they come to save your fatass.” 

I spit blood in his face. “Aw thank you for the compliment, I actually don’t think I have much of an ass but if you do, well it must be true.” I smiled at him.

“You bitch, you are so dead!” Rick lunged towards me. I am exhausted, I can’t even keep my eyes open at this point. Guess this is the end.

“Hey asshole!” Dean rushed into the building.

“Well, looky here sweet Y/N. It looks like they came to save you after all.” Rick walked towards Dean.

“You know, I have been more annoyed in the last five hours than I think I have been my whole life. I give you props for not kicking her to the curb. Why don’t I do you and your idiot brother a favor and kill her now?” 

“Listen, Rick is it? I don’t know what the hell your problem is and frankly I don’t give a damn. What do you say I do you a favor and kill you quickly?”

Rick glared at Dean.

“Well, suit yourself I guess. We will do this the hard way.” Dean smirked.

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The next thing I know I am waking up in the backseat of baby. 

“Hey Y/N we are almost back to the motel, then we will get you patched up alright?” Sam looked over the front seat at me.

I turned over and closed my eyes, sleep seemed like the best idea right now.

I felt the car park. I opened my eyes to see the driver door slam. Great Dean’s pissed, just what I need tonight.

“He’s pissed right?” I asked Sam.

“He was just worried about you, we both were Y/N.” Sam pats my hand.

Once inside the room I sat down at the table. Dean glared at me from his side of the bed.

“I will let Dean patch you up, I’ll go grab us something to eat. Burgers ok?” Sam looked at me.

“Yeah that is fine, thanks Sam.” I gave him a slight smile to show that I am ok.

With Sam gone the room filled with awkward silence. I hate having Dean mad at me.

“You know it was incredibly stupid for you to open the door without back up right?” Dean moved towards me.

“I know Dean.” I sighed. I hope he makes this ass chewing fast.

“What would have happened if me and Sammy didn’t make it there in time Y/N? Do you know how that would have mad us feel?!” Dean is radiating anger. He was pacing the room.

“I know Dean, I’m sorry I really am. I thought it was you or Sammy at the door. I promise I wouldn’t have opened it, if I knew it was him.” I started to cry. If I cried it meant one of three things. I was really really happy, I was angry, or I was sad. It is a mixture of two and three right now.

“I know I am an idiot and I should have been more careful, I promise I will try to be better.” I looked at Dean with tears in my eyes. I hated disappointing him.

Dean sighed. “Look sweetheart, I care about you a lot, I just don’t want to think about if something bad happened to you and I wasn’t there to stop it.”

“I know Dean, I am really freaking sorry.” I moved my leg towards him and winched. Damn the cuts are starting to hurt.

“How about you take a shower and I will get you stitched up?” Dean moved to help me stand.

“Ok.” I made my way slowly to the bathroom. Once inside I started the shower. Dean made sure I made it ok. 

“I’m gonna set the stuff up, I’ll lay your pj’s on the sink for you. Holler if you need me.” Dean looked at me. His eyes can usually tell me what he is thinking. Right now, it looks like they are full of worry.

“I will, promise.” While in the shower, I mentally prepare myself for Dean to stitch me up. I usually liked Sam doing it because I knew he wouldn’t judge my body and not that I think Dean will, I just don’t want him to see the whole me. Of course Dean had seen bits and pieces but not the whole thing and definitely not a lot at once. Dear Lord, please let this get over quickly.

I made my way out of the bathroom. Dean had left my favorite oversized shirt and pair of my boy short underwear on the sink for me. Ever since we decided to split laundry duty this is something I have gotten to be ok with him seeing. I had my hair up in a bun. I needed it out of my face.

“Where are the cuts at?” Dean had me sit down at the table. 

“Mainly my thighs, hips, and chest.” I sighed. This is worse than Rick torturing me. 

“Ok, let’s start with your legs first hmm?” Dean got on his knees to work. “Tell me if I’m hurting you.”

The needle went through my skin. This was nothing compared to the damage Rick had already done.

“You ok?” He looked at me with concern in his eyes.

“I’m fine.” I gave him a small smile.

“You know your freakishly strong pain tolerance is coming in handy right about now huh?” He grinned.

“Yeah I know. I’m so blessed.” I giggled.

He worked on my thighs and hips for about twenty minutes. I looked at the fresh stitches across both of my legs. I am really gonna impress the boys now huh.

“Ok, now for your chest. How do you want to do this?” He looked at me again, eyes full of worry.

I knew he was worried about making me uncomfortable. But honestly I am so exhausted at this point I just want to get this over with. He has already seen dozens of stretch marks and cellulite across my thighs. 

“How about I take my shirt off and cover the girls and you can stitch?” I looked at him. I am praying he will not be grossed out. This is a line I thought we would never have to cross.

“Sounds good sweetheart, I’ll turn around while you do what you need to do.” He is a gentleman after all.

I covered my boobs and stomach the best I could. “Ok, ready.” I closed my eyes.

Dean got to work. These ones didn’t take as long. Thankfully Rick was interrupted before he could keep going. 

“Alright, all done.” He finished covering the big cut with a bandage. 

I opened my eyes. “Thanks Dean.” 

“No problem sweetheart.” He winked at me.

Damn him why does he always do that.

I blushed.

“You know I love you right Y/N?” Dean moved to put the supplies away.

“Of course Dean, I love you too.” I was still holding my shirt over my boobs and stomach. 

“I don’t know what all Rick said to you but I want you to know I think you are beautiful and perfect the way you are.” Dean looked at me, except this time his eyes lacked worry. No this time, it almost looked like he was happy.

“Well thank you.” I blushed again. Why is he saying these things? Surely he is bullshiting me.

“I know you may not believe me and that’s ok. But I really do mean it.” Dean made his way to me.

“Dean, I appreciate you saying it. Rick did make some comments but that’s ok, he’s a demon and I don’t really give a ratsass what he thinks and now he’s dead.” I looked at him.

“I know you don’t always think highly of yourself, but you are an amazing person. I don’t know what I would do without you.” Dean brushed his hand against my shoulder. 

What is happening? Why is he being all mushy? I am so confused. 

“I know Dean, I feel the same way.” I looked at him again.

“No, I’m not sure if you do sweetheart. You see, the thing is, I’m pretty sure I am in love with you.” Dean looked me in the eyes now.

Oh shit, what in the hell is happening?!

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