#angry HAHAH they had no right!!!! no right to use her like that when they wouldnt even accept her in life!!!!!!

[ccbatman]

actually so sick how they made steph into a martyr for everything wrong with gotham when she lived her whole life trying to prove that she was everything right

[moneymartin]

・❥・- just for you.

summary: kate takes her anger out on you after a hard loss. (more gentle tho cause she doesn’t have the heart to hurt you 😞😞😞) + lil bit of aftercare at the end ;3

warnings: 18+ ASFUCK! SMUT MDNI! strap on use… lol

RPF!

a/n: ik i been lacking recently but i’ve grown some more motivation to do something since i’m kinda stuck at home. also almost broke my arm yesterday hahah 🥸 also not much dialogue tbh i’ve never been good at that cuz i dont talk to ppl 😭 AND i didn’t know how to end sozzzzzz!!!!

it was the toughest lost of kate’s college career, especially considering the fact that it was her last year at UOI. the only thing she wanted was to have the championship title, just once. but the team couldn’t do it.

you saw her put all her blood sweat and tears onto that court. the way she tried to make as many shots, as many blocks as she could, and as many fouls as she could draw. the way you watched her cry while she walked into the tunnel absolutely broke you.

when she got home the air between you two grew extremely thick. you couldn’t tell if she was angry or even over it at all. she wasn’t crying, just real quiet. and being the good girlfriend you were, you didn’t bother to push any of her buttons, no matter how much you wanted to just keep her company.

kate would either be sitting on the couch, on her phone, continuously walking around the apartment, sitting in random spots on the floor, in the kitchen. she’d be anywhere and everywhere. all she wanted to do was get her mind off of it, for a little bit.

“are you okay?” you speak amidst the quiet environment that had been lingering for god knows how many hours. you didn’t try to speak either because it felt like she’d just ignore you or give you a nasty look cause she wasn’t feeling so good about it. “i’m fine.” kate murmurs and looks up at you from the clasped hands on her face. the tone she gives you makes it known that she isn’t.

“yeah, right.” a scoff leaves from your lips and the mood changes almost immediately. your eyes dart towards kate and the look that she’s giving you makes it feel like a million daggers are being dug into your back. her face stiffens up and so does your body when you realize that she’s 100% angry.

you know that it isn’t your fault, but now it really feels like it was. “do you think that’s funny or something?” when you hear that, it’s obvious that you’ve fucked up. you can’t muster up anything in response cause you know that it’ll make it worse. not for her, but for you.

but there’s just something about kate that drives you insane when she’s fired up.

“no.” you swallow.

“exactly! don’t fuckin’ go around and laugh about it, if it isn’t funny! are we clear?”

she grunts and lets out a heavy breath when you stand there all quiet and unresponsive. she hates that. its the one thing that makes kate tick the most, other than losing a game that important to her. “answer me.”

you don’t respond. and the look of anger on kate’s face grows much more apparent. “c’mon!” she groans and quickly slides off of the bed. her fingers grip at the collar of your shirt, her rapid breaths brushing harshly against your face.

she tugs your body up against hers and a small whine escapes from in between your lips. kate is giving those eyes that make you shiver all over the place. “y- yes, we’re clear…” you choke out and look away. you can’t stand seeing her angry but its also the fact that it turns you on too.

your voice makes it seem like you aren’t very sincere about saying that though, and that makes her tick even more. kate’s teeth grit together and a sharp breath makes its way through them, her fingers inching closer towards the waistband of your jeans.

“yeah? you sure?” kate teases and starts to unbutton them. her voice deepens and the cold air that meets your now exposed skin makes the shivers feel more like a billion daggers going through your body. her hands cup your waist, a newfound lust taking over the look in kate’s eyes. “doesn’t seem so sincere…” she husks out.

“i mean it! god, you can’t believe me even when i mean it the most.” you sigh and stare at the jeans puddling around your feet. when you bend over to pick them back up and put them on again, kate’s fingers wrap around your sleeve and she pulls you up, drawing a quiet ‘tsk’ sound from your mouth. “just… let me fuck your brains out until i get you to really mean it.”

she tugs you up against her again, her front subtly grinding against yours. and now you can actually feel it. her stupid fucking strap. your eyes dart towards hers momentarily before they inch away. the embarrassment you feel is incredibly strong. you’re wet, and now you can’t even look her in the eyes.

before you even get a chance to speak, kate’s hand falls on the dip of your back and you’re face first into the foot of the mattress. the side of your head presses against it again to get a breather, the sound of kate unzipping her jeans rapidly, and the tip of the strap making contact with your body.

one of her hands grabs both of yours and pins them backwards, the other hand trailing up and down your body and towards the waistband of your panties. in one swift movement, they’re off and on the floor. you have no clue where, but they’re somewhere in that room. as much as you’re trying to resist, you can’t

“c’mon, baby. don’t fight it, please.” kate pleads and leans over your body to bury her face into your neck. her teeth dig into the side of it and you let out a wince, struggling to move your hands while she keeps them in a lock. kate’s breath tickles at your skin while she pulls away, the hand she has on your waist moving away to line herself up with your entrance.

she doesn’t even give you a warning before she slides in. the only thing that makes it known that you’re getting absolutely filled up is the groan kate lets out when she goes in all the way. you let out a huge whimper and eventually start to feel it. “fuck!… oh my god.” you babble and feel kate leaning toward your face again, her breathing hitting your skin, leaving behind dark marks on the base of your neck.

the more you moan and whine into the sheets, the more it fuels her to keep going. she thrusts into you as hard as she can, her hand letting go of the two she’s been holding, and yanks at your hair to pull your head up. “you fuckin’ feel that, baby? that’s all for you.” kate grunts, smashing her lips against yours and pulling your hair again. “just for you..” a hurried ‘mhm’ escapes your lips, your voice left limited.

your whimpers mix into the kiss as you constantly punch at the bed the harder she drives into you. her teeth tug at your bottom lip and your head moves away the more you feel yourself start to sweat uncontrollably. hair sticks to the side of your head and to your forehead, kate gently brushing them out of your face to keep that prolonged eye contact.

“you’re so beautiful, i swear.”

“hmphh—! you’re going too-“

you get cut off the second you feel the turns in your stomach and the blood rush to your face. that familiar feeling burns brightly in your belly and the knot that had been there forever finally becomes undone. you end up finishing, the overwhelming sensation dying down almost instantly.

kate rolls off of you and notices the water buildup in your eyes, her thumbs running across the bottom of them to wipe them away. she lets out a small sigh and scoots a little bit closer to you, eyeing down the hickeys she left on your skin. “i’m sorry, baby.” she whispers softly and cups your face with her palms.

her lips connect onto your neck and she peppers gentle kisses all over each hickey. the contrast from her rough nature to eventually turning into that natural soft, sweet woman you fell in love with the second she sees you like this. “let me fix you a warm bath, okay? for the troubles.” she whispers in between smooches, her hand snaking up your shirt, and her nails dragging softly against your back.

“duh. you know just how i like it.”

“why would i not.” she lets out a scoff and pulls away quickly, a small smile crossing her face when you agree. “was that a scoff?” you mutter and raise your eyebrows. hers do too, and her lips narrow into a straight line. “what about it?”

well, that was the small thing that got you here in the first place.

[ak319]

Yan General sister x fem reader (Platonic)

(So I actually wrote 2 different stories regarding this Yandere OC. I will release the second story soon. Much love and enjoy😊💗)

Warnings: ( Possessive themes, references to assault/rape. Animal abuse, language, violence)

"Shit! Why today?!" I whined as I wandered through this thick forest. The Sun was about to set and my body was sweating,  not because of the heat but due to nervousness and fear. My sister, Jara, would be coming back from the battle. I didn't know it was today or maybe I had forgotten otherwise, I wouldn't have done the foolish act of coming to hunting in the Redwood forest with my dog, Tic.

My sister was the General of the army, not forgetting that our father was the previous one, and after his death, Jara was chosen as the next General. Our family was very close to the imperial family, hence I was a noble. I had five sisters and Jara was the oldest and I was the youngest so including me, we were a total of six. I still don't know why she treated me like a kid out of everyone? Even though I was an obedient child I still had to face so many restrictions and I feared that a day would come when Jara would probably lock me in my room. Three of my sisters had been married off to good families and now Flora and I were left. She knew how much I loved being outdoors and so assisted me secretly to escape the mansion in a cart of hay so I could hunt. We both were unaware that Jara was to return today. I had only found out when I was strolling through the market, as people were getting ready to celebrate her homecoming and chatted about the victory in the battle.

Despite being an expert in hunting and always returning safely home, unfortunately, today when she had to come back, the ribbon which I had tied to the tree probably flew away or an animal tore it and now Tic and I were roaming aimlessly like fools to find our way back. So far, no success or maybe wait...

"YES! I hear the stream! Let's follow the sound Tic."  We both trudged through the foliage and luckily found the stream, by now the sun had almost set and seeing this I quickly lit up the torch which I carried in my bag after filling up my bottle.  Tic had also fully satisfied himself with enough water and I got up to continue our search way back.

However, I almost screamed seeing three buff men standing near the tree line above the stream, staring down at us, smirking.

"What?" That's right, I am not afraid.

"Why did you get up honey?. We were rather enjoying the view." UGH! Disgusting creeps. 

"I have important things to do. Come on , Tic."

I grabbed his leash and began to walk the other way instead of going up, but the sudden sound of their boots sliding across the sand caught my attention. Seeing this. Tic began barking at them and I had to turn around as he was being angry at the men and constantly pulling on the leash. However, my mind screamed to just get out of here and run. I couldn't fight these buff men and judging from their appearance, it was evident that they were bounty hunters as they had a specific way to dress. How did they get the permission to enter the forest is unknown to me. I will make sure they don't ever if I get back safely because this forest was deemed to be safe for hunters like me from such people.

"Tic , let's go!"

"Woah , don't know which is more feisty one , you or your bitch." I turned around , taking a dagger out of my belt , and in just these milliseconds , Tic was shot by one of the men's arrows.

"NO! YOU ASSHOLE! TIC!" 

"HAHAH! One down, the other to go." I had to be strong right now so I maintained my stance as they circled me like wolves. It was clear what their intentions were but I was not going down like a failure, I was Jara's sister after all.

"You have no idea who I am. I am Jara Armani's sister and if you dare touch me , she'll skin you alive assholes."

"Hmmm, General Armani, that wrench. Thanks for telling  us sweetie."

" Yeah , this is a cherry on top. Hey , Storm , imagine her face when she discovers her little sister all naked and covered in blood."

Geez. Someone grabbed me from behind in a tight hold and I tried kicking his shins but the other one grabbed my legs. I screamed as loudly as I could to grab someone's attention if there was any other hunter present in the forest. In reply, I could only hear birds chirping as they flew back to their trees. Was this my end? I couldn't even get to meet my sister even though I hated her because she was too protective but now, I needed her. I realized she was right about the cruelty of this world.

"LET ME GO! YOU'LL REGRET IT! DON'T YOU HAVE MOTHERS AND SISTERS AT HOME!?".

They started chuckling as one of them tore my skirt. 

"Even if we did-" The man named Storm who was taking his belt off in front of me was struck by an arrow right in the head which came from behind and the other two instantly got up to fight whoever did this but soon they too fell to their deaths by none other than my sister who came riding with her men in tow.

"Take their bodies to my basement."  Is she really back? She looked so different compared to months back. She silently walked over to me and without saying anything , picked me up and carried me home. I could tell she was pissed and didn't know if I should hug her or thank her. 

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"YOU NEVER LISTEN, DO YOU! WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU GO THERE ALONE! HUH?!"

"I-the weather was great today and Tic-

"I DON'T FUCKING CARE! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT THEY WOULD'VE DONE IF I HADN'T REACHED THERE?. THOSE FILTHY ANIMALS, PIECES OF HORSHIT! HOW DID THEY EVEN HAVE THE GUTS TO TOUCH YOU!"

She had been yelling constantly and Flora, my sister was also grounded for not taking 'care' of me properly.

I stood like a statue as she took out her steam. Suddenly I was pushed on the wall behind and I could sense her fuming breath on my face. Her rough hands can nearly break my arms from the force she's holding me.

" This was the day I warned you about. Always! But you never listened. " She rubbed her temple and continued. "You will not even step out of your room for as long as I say. And I am shifting you to the top floor." 

"The attic? Jara...please no," I whimpered her name. How can she do this? The attic is cold and said to be haunted by my own parents' ghosts!. I don't know if it is true or not but I am not going there. Her eyes were still cold, unwavering as if only filled with the desire to cage me which was the thing I had nightmares about. I prayed that my tears would somehow melt her heart.

"No, please. Sorry. I won't go out. I promise!"

"I trusted you when I left you here but not now. " Surprisingly she hugged me as I cried. "You will stay there ... forever my baby sister. Nobody will see you, except me. "

[mysteryshoptls]

SSR Trey Clover - Platinum Jacket Vignette

"Happy 100th Anniversary"

[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]

Trey: It's pretty fascinating how all these anecdotes that I grew up with are displayed on all these paintings.

Trey: Just as I'd expect from an art museum that's reaching it's 100th year.

Trey: Oh hey, this painting… It has some card soldiers on it. Heh, I feel like I can understand these guys a little bit.

???: Oh, right, all you Heartslabyul guys do the same kind of thing, don't you?

Leona: What's even the point of painting the roses a different color? As someone who cares not an ounce about flowers, I don't get it at all.

Trey: Hey now, Leona, don't say that. It's not done for any specific reason, it's just one of the laws of our dorm.

Trey: Also, I don't really think the card soldiers changed the colors of the roses just for a change of scenery, though.

Trey: They say that the Queen they served loved red roses. They were probably just trying to please her, right?

Trey: But still… painting the roses, huh. I remember there was a bit of trouble with that when I first enrolled here.

Leona: Oho? What kind of trouble could the super pacifist Trey Clover possibly cause?

Trey: It wasn't any big deal. When we were first years, Cater and I were responsible for painting the roses, you see…

Trey: And we mistakenly painted some roses white when they were supposed to be red. That's really it.

Trey: Well, to be fair, the mistake wasn't really our fault, but the fault of our upperclassmen who told us the wrong thing.

Trey: But when the mistake was discovered and the Housewarden at the time asked who caused it… Those upperclassmen placed the blame squarely on our shoulders.

Trey: As punishment, Cater and I were made to leave the dorm for a whole day. That really grinded my gears.

Leona: You say that, but you got some stupid grin on your face. You don't look too angry about it.

Trey: Well, yeah… That'd be because Cater and I put together a plan to get them back.

Leona: So you two schemed something up, huh. You might look gentle and mild-mannered, but I guess there's a reason the Dark Mirror called you.

Trey: We didn't do anything that crazy. I just changed the flavor of those upperclassmen's cake to something a little more invigorating at the next dorm party.

Trey: See, it wasn't anything more than just a silly kid's prank, right? …Well, I had a bit of a hard time after that, though.

Trey: A HARD TIME CONCEALING MY LAUGHTER AS THOSE UPPERCLASSMEN CRIED ABOUT HOW SPICY IT WAS, THAT IS.

Leona: Hahah, how terrifying.

Leona: Well, Cater is one thing… But I see that even someone like you, who's stuck always pacifying that hot-headed Riddle, had an incident like that.

Trey: I mean, isn't that how all the new first years here are like? They're all mischief-makers and rambunctious.

Trey: Even our current first years are way too excitable and are always causing problems, so I sure wasn't an exception.

Trey: Eventually, they'll get used to this school and their dorm, get underclassmen of their own, and even find rivals in other dormitories…

Trey: And step by step, they'll mature into good card soldiers. At least, our Heartslabyul students will.

Trey: Just like we all did.

[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]

Trey: This painting is, let's see… a depiction of "the fairies gifting magic in celebration of the birth of a princess in a certain country."

Trey: The princess herself isn't drawn, but I'm sure she's in the bed that these ladies are peering into.

Trey: But is this actually the scene where they are gifting their presents…? It just looks to me like they're chattering away aimlessly…

Leona: Maybe it's just as you say? They look to me like a bunch of carefree types.

Trey: I'd refute that, but… Well, it's hard to know what actually is true in the stories passed down, I guess.

Trey: Speaking of birthday celebrations and fairies…

Trey: Have you ever heard of the saying that "fairies are born from the laughter of children," Leona?

Leona: Sounds like a tall tale for kids. Never heard of that in my country.

Trey: It's actually a pretty popular myth in the Queendom of Roses.

Trey: Back home, whenever a child is born, that family would bake cakes and gift them to everyone they knew.

Trey: The cupcakes made then are called "fairy cakes," as a nod to that tale.

Leona: Fairy cakes, huh. I can taste the sickly-sweet flavor on my tongue just from the name alone.

Trey: Hahaha… Shoulda known you of all people wouldn't say there was a bit of romanticism in that.

Trey: But that takes me back. I remember when my sister was born, I helped my parents bake a cake, too.

Trey: I was only 4 years old, and didn't really know how to make anything yet, but I did what I could to help.

Trey: We set out the finished cake on a table in our yard, and ate it with family and our neighbors…

Trey: That cake we ate then under the blue sky tasted even better than any other cake I'd ever had.

Trey: And on top of that, all the adults were praising me, saying how "amazing" and "well done" my cake was…

Leona: Can't think there'd be any adult who'd tell a 4-year-old that the cake they made was terrible, though.

Trey: Yeah, absolutely. In fact, when I went back and looked at the pictures of the cake I made back then, it was actually pretty terrible.

Trey: But I took those compliments to heart.

Trey: Because yeah, after that day, I would join them in the kitchen to help bake cakes.

Trey: But truthfully, I would make a mess of the flour just trying to make one layer of the sponge for the cakes, or snag a taste of a few of the cut fruits here and there...

Trey: I'm sure I was a huge bother for my parents, who were trying to work.

Leona: How adorable. You got all excited just from a little flattery. Sounds completely different than the way you are now.

Trey: Please, kids are all like that. Especially me, I was the type that would even climb trees just from the slightest dare.

Trey: I'm really not any different now, either. I'm completely different from you, Leona. I'm just a plain and simple guy.

[Land of Dawning – National Museum of Art]

Leona: Seems like this is a painting of when the Sorcerer of the Sands got a hold of the magic lamp.

Trey: So, this is the legendary magic lamp, hm. It's a lot smaller than I was expecting… It looks like a teapot made for only one person.

Leona: You know… That kind of response really only shows how shallow your thoughts are. Is that all that comes to mind when you look at a painting showing a scene from that very famous tale?

Leona: This was the lamp that he went through so much and finally got his hands on. Even someone like him, who embodied the spirit of deliberation, might be drowning in absolute elation in this very moment―

Leona: …Or whatever. Anyway, you should read more from this painting than just the size of the lamp, is all.

Trey: Ahaha… I'm just no good at interpreting the actual story behind the art, just from looking at the painting.

Trey: But, based on what you just said, it makes it sound like even someone as great as him, who's left his mark on history, has a human side, huh.

Leona: Even the greats were just people… Although from I remember, he wasn't a human in the end, but a genie.

Trey: That's right, he became a genie in order to overcome the limitation and weakness of a human body. He certainly dreamed big.

Trey: Overcoming weaknesses, huh… If only I could have done that, just as the Sorcerer of the Sands did.

Leona: Huh? Why're you just gazing off into the distance all a sudden?

Trey: Oh, I was just thinking back to how I've recently been running myself ragged trying to overcome this one food I dislike.

Leona: If you don't like it, then just don't eat it. Is it really anything to really overcome?

Trey: Of course it is. Like see, you know how all of the sandwiches and meat dishes in the cafeteria come already covered in that one condiment?

Trey: …I'm talking about mustard. It's tedious for both me and the chef when I have to ask each time for them to remove it, you know?

Trey: Sure, there's a lot of different ways to hide the taste, but I feel it's rude to the chef to change the flavor of something they so painstakingly made.

Trey: That's why I tried so many different ways to overcome my dislike of it, hoping that it would solve everything.

Trey: Every time I made my own dinner in my dorm, I'd add mustard to every dish…

Trey: For about one week or so, I made sure to eat at least one dish each day with mustard in it.

Trey: IN THE END, I EVEN TRIED PUTTING IT IN THE CAKE.

Leona: Well, you sure created a strange, new cake there. So, was it even edible?

Trey: I didn't eat it, so I don't know. My dormmates stopped me, so I wasn't able to actually add it to the cake.

Trey: And so, when they stopped me there, I finally came to a realization.

Trey: If I still can't eat it after all this effort, I should just give up. It isn't something that's going to have a huge impact on my life, after all.

Leona: Hah, took you a while.

Trey: Hahaha… I thought so too.

Trey: Seems like I'm the type where once I start something, I get a little wrapped up in it… This incident really got me reflecting on that habit.

Trey: But hey, thanks to all of that, I can at least eat mustard if it's just there for a bit of flavoring.

Leona: Well, good for you, then. All that continuous mustard eating turned out to be not completely pointless.

Leona: Anyway… All that talk made me thirsty. I'm takin' a break from all this. Bye.

Trey: Okay, see you. …Never thought I'd see the day that Leona would even hold a conversation with me like this. I wonder if it'll rain candy tomorrow or something.

Trey: Alright, next I think I'll go check out one of the paintings of the Great Seven I haven't seen yet… Ooh wait, this one―

Trey: Whenever I see this painting, I always think of "that guy." He's got the same kind of hard-to-read expression on his face.

Trey: I remember back in the day where I'd play along with his pranks and we'd cause a little bit of mischief for people who asked us for directions on the street.

Trey: "Which way ought you go from here? Well, that depends a good deal on where you want to get to!" ―And the like.  

Requested by Anonymous.

[youlikefanficdontyousquidward]

Hey there 🤗 Could you write something about recom Lyle trying to swoon a human reader? She is hesitant about him because their physical differences but he wins her over eventually with the help of some grand romantic gestures (in my head I imagine Lyle as some type of casanova who is a charmer with the ladies hahah)

Yes Captain!

Recom lyle x human female reader!

I imagine Lyle as pretty clever after reading a post about his IQ and deleted scenes of him analyzing an attack. Man would so catch on quickly.

Not sure if i've come up with anything that grand but he's certainly a charmer ;3

There were many downsides to coming back a na'vi. His clean shave now had a long braided rat tail; he frequently bashed his head on door frames, his body worked light a night light but worst of all his game had suffered.

You caught his eye day one. Sweet little pilot jogging over to the general. He'd been unable to take his eyes off you as you struggled to zip up your jumpsuit. When you'd started actually talking with him he was done for. You were perfect, everything he'd ever wanted.

He joked with you as you flew them on a mission to secure an outpost. Putting out his hand to help you up onto the craft. You'd taken it laughing as he bowed. Your soft hand feeling so small in his own. He'd been delighted when he made you laugh, despite the angry looks from Mansk he got for 'distracting' you. The sound was like music to his ears and he swore he'd be the cause of it forever.

The whole day you'd been with them he was certain he was catching the same vibe off of you. You blushed at his compliments, were always by his side and even seemed to be flirting back at times. You'd even not so subtly squeezed his bicep whist using him to get up.

So when he'd found you on the way to the mess hall, slung an arm over your shoulder and asked you out, he'd been surprised at your rejection. He spent that meal sulking while you sat over with other humans. Still he wasn't the type to give up easily. Just needed a little convincing that he was a great guy right? He could do that.

Emboldened he continued his courtship in earnest. You'd headed out with them to search the perimeter. Quaritch had found out something was knocking the cameras down and they were out with the team reinstalling. This gave him ample time to show off, especially when the team split up and you were alone together.

You reached the first felled camera, grabbing the broken thing and dumping it in your pack. You took the replacement out before eyeing the fence. Before you could even think to climb up, Lyle swooped in.

You let out a squeal when he hoisted you up onto on shoulder. You wobbled but his hands on your hips steadied you.

"High enough?" Lyle laughed at your flushed expression. You nodded swiftly, turning your attention to the camera. Lyle preened at your reaction, watching the blush spread up to your ears. He couldn't say he wasn't enjoying this too, the feel of your hips under his fingers was electric. He gave them a subtle squeeze as he plopped you back down.

"Uh yeah...um... next one." You stormed ahead quickly.

At the next sight the camera was intact. You stopped to make note while Lyle watched your back. Nestled in the tree there were bright red flowers were growing. They were dainty things, elegant thin petals that curled around the ends, with a shining black center. An idea sparked and he picked one gently.

"104 is looking fine we should move onto..." You paused, frozen as Lyle slipped the flower behind your ear.

"'Bout as pretty as you, no?" He grinned watching your colour rise to match the floral decoration.

It was that exact moment the thanator growled. In an instant you were both drawing guns, firing desperately at the pouncing monster. Lyle's faster reflexes kicked in and he grabbed your waist pulling you down as the creature crashed into the fence behind you.

He scooped you up under his arm before sprinting off into the forest. The bullets had bounced right off that thing, best bet was to loose it and double back to the base.

Lyle leapt over fallen logs and rocks, gripping you under one arm and his gun in the other. The beasts heavy footfall bounded behind him, crashing through obstacles.

The thought came to him as he barreled past the flora. The cameras that had been knocked down were red. Their casing was a vibrant plastic with the lens a black glass center. He glanced down at the flower still tangled in your hair before grabbing it. He looked back at the beast, holding it aloft before tossing it behind him.

He immediately slid down and darted behind a tree as he heard the thundering approach stop. Sat tucked against the twisted roots he kept you pulled tight against his chest. Feeling your rapid heart beat against his arm.

He risked a peak watching the thanator rear up before its front paws slammed down on the flower. It sniffed the remains before tugging dirt across to bury the thing. He stayed still, plastered to the trunk as it's head moved. The nostrils flared before it turned thundering back towards the fence.

Lyle let out a breath looking down at you with a strained laugh. Your tiny frame crushed against his broad chest. He could barely make out your face behind the fogged up mask but he heard you laugh too. Your small hands were still gripping his arms. You noticed too pulling them away suddenly before clearing your throat.

Hesitantly Lyle loosened his grip allowing you to stand up out of his lap. He felt that pang of rejection again, grumbling at the loss of your heat.

"We should circle back, try give the thanator a wide berth right?" Your mask had cleared, leaving your face visible again. Lyle could see the remnants of blush on your cheeks. He agreed leading the way back, though the fading light concerned him.

His thoughts dwelled on you as he walked. He couldn't figure out what your problem was. You liked him, he was sure. He wasn't an idiot, he'd had plenty of experience to know when someone returned your feelings. So what was holding you back.

A roll of thunder snapped him back. In a moment the sky opened up and the heaviest rain he'd ever experienced began. You shrieked beside him, moving closer into his form for shelter. Lyle hunched forward blocking the worst of it from hitting your head.

His head swiveled, spotting a larger tree off in the distance. He nudged your shoulder, pointing it out and you both ran over. It was hard to match speed with your gate so much shorter than his own. In the end he decided to just scoop you up and run fully. You gripped around his neck as he held you into his chest.

He was right, the larger tree had an internal structure that left room for himself and you to crawl in. Like a tiny 'home tree' he thought, though his mind switched back as he felt your warm hand on his peck. You didn't meet his eyes but he caught your meaning and placed you down.

In the tight space he had to sit to even fit, with you stuck in between his legs. There was enough room for you both to sit with a back to opposite walls but even your shorter legs couldn't straighten. It left you both very close and very wet.

Lyle watched your eyes drag across his chest, feeling a pride swell up in him. Oh you liked what you were seeing, even if you wouldn't admit it. Lyle felt a little mean, pulling at his soaked vest before tugging it up over his head. He caught you swallowing hard before your eyes darted to the floor.

With you distracted he took the opportunity to admire the way your clothes clung to you. Perfectly hugging the swell of your breast, even allowing him to see the perk of nipple pocking though. He followed a bead of water that ran down your chest wishing he would follow that trail himself.

He was beyond frustrated by you. You would fit so perfectly in his arms so what was holding you back. Then it clicked. He stared down to his long legs, bent to cram into the space, then past them to your tiny frame.

He wondered what he could do, what he could say to assure you it wouldn't be a problem. He was sure it wouldn't be, he was patient, he could take it slow with you. Just out right saying that was sure to put you off though.

Your body suddenly shook, a violent shiver running though you. You hugged your arms in, rubbing them with your hands. Lyle hadn't felt the chill, something in his new form keeping him warmer.

"Come here you're freezing." He smiled opening his arms to you. You paused, eyeing his chest before your teeth started chattering. You were being silly, you were gonna get sick if you kept it up. Lyle thought to just pull you to him but he didn't have to, you shifted over. You turned your back to him, scooting inbetween his legs.

Lyle shifted, lifting you up onto his thigh to sit and wrapping his arms around you. You froze going bright red again and staring at the floor.

"Thanks!" You squeaked out.

The two of you sat like that as the storm raged on outside. You eased into him, relaxing into his hold. Lyle absent-mindedly rubbing your back and legs as he listened to the rain outside. It was only when his hand raised higher he began noticing your reaction.

You stiffened again, pressing your legs together tightly, your bottom lip caught between your teeth. Lyle smirked, running that hand up over your hip and to the swell of your breast. He tucked his face down into your neck, placing a gently kiss to your throat.

He felt your breath hitch, shaky hand coming up to touch his own. You didn't pull him away however, just placed your own hand atop his on your chest. He continued kissing up your neck, nuzzling behind your ear.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked feeling your hand grip his own.

"No." You spoke clearly, voice tinged with the desire Lyle was feeling himself.

"Good." He continued bring his hand up to turn your face to his. Your hand followed pulling your mask off a moment. Lyle took the opportunity to kiss you. It was needy, a desperate heated moment before you had to break away to replace the mask.

Lyle wanted more but he'd have to wait, plenty of time for that in an environment where you could breath. For now he refocused on your neck tugging your wet shirt lower. He followed down, hoisting you up under your arm pits to get better access.

You pulled away a moment, Lyle certain then you'd changed your mind. Instead you removed the shirt, looking back as his pupils blew out. His lustful gaze trained on you before he dove back into open mouthed kisses.

He felt your hands all over him. Rubbing his skin, kneading into his shoulders, down his arms, across his chest. He felt your fingers tracing round his boxers hem as he nipped your breast.

He sucked the skin, desperate to leave as many love bites littered across you as he could get away with. The stiffened, groaning as he felt your hand reach down, brushing the length of him. He paused his own exploration as your hand wrapped around him giving an experimental tug.

He moaned at your touch, looking back to your heated expression. Your eyes were widened and your mouth had formed a little 'o'. He laughed a little, drawing your gaze to his own.

"Think you'll manage?" He only half joked.

"I can make this work."

[effyrosemary]

oh my god unethical priest marius you're a genius!!!!! do you think armand resists the idea that letting his priest fuck him is totally okay in the eyes of god or is he relieved to finally let go and give into his baser desires.... or both! do you think it makes him less guilty or more? god and imagine if marius were to weaponize armand's guilt in order to keep him even more trapped, like yes you are so bad for this and i'm the only one who can absolve you. i'm so invested LOL if you have any hcs of how it would play out i'm aaalll ears

Omg! thank you! To answer your question:

I think it’s both kinda. I think for Armand it would be so liberating to finally give in to these desires, and I think the shame is also kind of what gets him off (it’s the classic “oh no this is so wrong, but it feels so good!”). But I also think that there’s still a small part of him that genuinely feels it’s wrong to do these sexual things. Armand desperately wants to believe in something, I think, and to have that stability so he can have a space for himself to rebuild and to trust again. (don’t get me started, I have this whole fic idea of Daniel trying to provide Armand with a cozy little home and emotional support and stability so Armand has a space to heal, but that’s another story for another day) But I also feel like Armand is very nihilistic in some ways, so maybe he feels guilty but he also goes against the guilt on purpose, to feel that hurt and to feel that shame, I don’t know if you’re following me hahah

And omg, Marius weaponizing the genuine guilt is so wrong and so deliciously GOOD. (idc! it’s fiction! they’re not real people! let us have our dirty thoughts OK!)

When I first saw “unethical therapist Marius” on @monstersinthecosmos I was so immediately hooked. (I then sent this anon bc I needed to talk about it lmao, I was still not familiar with tumblr again after being away for a long time and I thought maybe people will think I’m weird but now I say fuck it bc Anne Rice never shunned away from people thinking her stories/characters were strange/too much.)

Marius is always so seemingly in control, and I love when he’s fooling himself that he’s doing the right thing when he KNOWS he’s not. That’s also why I like Pandora and him together, she kinda sees through his mask. Spoiler: I still remember that one part in Blood Communion after Marius kills Arjun where they’re all sitting around the table and Marius is furiously talking to Pandora and Lestat says: “I had never seen him so angry”, in other words; Lestat has never really seen Marius’ mask break like that, except now that he is upset with/about Pandora. Or when he’s helped out of the ice by Pandora and Santino in QOTD where he childishly snaps at her and says “I can walk unaided, thank you!” when Pandora reaches out to touch him, and she just gives him a shove and is like ‘“Fine girl, walk then lmao”

He wants to be this voice of reason, this stability etc, and he is, but he’s also human. So I love it when those kind of characters secretly give in to their bad side and try to justify it! I also love it when usually reserved people finally snap and can’t control themselves anymore when they finally get what they want, it’s my favorite thing. (There is this beautiful fic by @0junemeatcleaver0 where Marius kinda loses his composure at some points and he gives in to what he really wants and it’s so good. Highly recommend that fic in general.)

I LOVE headcanons, please tell me if you have some! These are some of mine regarding priest!marius:

- Marius has to actively restrain his thoughts from going wild when he sees Armand on his knees, or when the boy is reaching up to clean a shelf and his shirt rises and Marius can see the silky skin of his lower back. He’s practically drooling :)

- Armand secretly kind of knows the relationship between them is wrong, but he tries to test Marius by experimenting. (Sitting next to Marius and accidentally letting their knees touch etc that sort of thing, playing it dirty but also safe you know)

- Armand gets turned on when Marius is preaching in front of the crowd (idk how that shit works I’m not even religious, I never grew up religious lmao! how bad I am!) because Armand loves to see Marius in a position of power, and he loves how the people of the church look up to him.

- Armand has definitely thought about sucking Marius off under his robes when he’s speaking in front of a church full of people.

- At night, when Marius can’t think of nothing but Armand’s shapely legs and his lovely mouth, he turns to his Bible with the stubborn will of A Good Man and tries to ignore the insistent throbbing between his legs. And he can manage it, at least for a while.

- But then one night, he walks in on Armand praying on his knees and he walks up to tell the boy to go on home because it’s late and he should get some sleep, and the boy looks up from where he’s kneeling and says in a small voice, cheeks blushing; “I can’t, father. I’ll have sinful thoughts when I’m trying to sleep, I need to pray first.”

- And Marius offers he can help Armand with these thoughts, if Armand is willing to learn how to be a proper man of God.

- Nothing gets Marius more worked up than the idea of Armand calling him ‘ Father’ when they’re getting dirty together, it drives him feral

Alors… as Armand once told David Talbot; “Look, I’m deranged x”

* English is not my first language so apologies if there are some typos. Edit: I can’t believe I forgot the word “not” in the previous sentence for DAYS I have No Brains

[scalamore]

Looking forward to in S4

What I look forward to the most in S4, that I hope is included, is how much of a pathetic adorkable loser Rupert is.

So, Rupert has never stopped loving Lari this whole time. But he lies (!!) and tells her he "loved" her, because she had told him to stop loving him, and he wanted to respect that wish (cries).

He was SUPER WORRIED ABOUT HER when she disappeared a second time, and brought her back to the palace against her will because he was worried and anxious out of his wit's end and the palace is safest place for her right now. BUT, he's so scared that she'll hate him and be angry, that he only visits her and peeks in when she's asleep. The poor guy made a bold decision to bring her back but is actively hiding from her for a few days and maintains a distance. This causes Lari to worry that HE hates her and is ignoring her ^^; When she finally corners him in his office to talk, he pretends to be distant and cold, but they're able to speak somewhat normally as before. When she momentarily passes out during the walk back to her room, he freaks out and now has maids attending and watching over her and making sure she's well cared for.

The next few days (after seeing that Lari doesn't hate or fear him as much, and that she had visited HIS office), he visits her a few times a day to chat, and finally hears from her that she doesn't hate or fear him, but also she doesn't know what to think about him or being back at the place. He still treats her as gently and kindly as ever, which she notices. The next time they meet, after some dramatic moments, Lari finally confesses her feelings, and Rupert hilariously immediately drops his "smooth, cold, Emperor" act and goes back to the goofy and crushing Rupe we know :'DDD (from manhwa chapter 90-106)

Even Louis is shocked at Rupert's instantaneous simpery change, where every break he has, he spends with Lari now - they do low key stuff like reading together, just chatting, spending time in the garden etc - just enjoying each other's presence and catching up. I'm very much looking forward to the super sweet Rupe after that confession. So much sweetnesssss. Also it's so funny how Lari takes Rupert's coldness and fierceness in stride "yup, that's him... i used to be afraid of his glare" hahah

[mayvora]

So. How do we feel about the spring coming again?

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blur thoughts, bad english, also kinda drunk and still shaking from the finale. sorry.

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The winter is the beginning. And it was the beginning of traffic - first season, start of the "year", the freaking RED WINTER aka Ren and Dogwarts. I kinda feel like you get my point.

So. Scar and Grian (and Bdubs, I love him deeply) defeating Dogwarts aka winter = the start of spring. Am I right? And our first spring started with Scar falling by Grians hands... And Grian falling to his death, first death, but definitely not last.

And now... Secret life, season 5... It's like Third life. It's the fifth season. Winter came, spring did, summer lasted, fall went away. We starting the new year.

That's why the curse is broken. It's not. It stayed in the year it belonged to. The new year came... the new rules are here.

And they came with the winter, slow and comforting in the beginning, like a little party, like a holiday. Fun start, slow start, little deaths. January with its "after the Christmas and New Year" stuff.

And then. First permadeaths, and that's how you feel that February is here. Angry, cold, evil. Snowstorms. Freezing to death. Short but crazy.

Ending with... yeah. You knew it, didn't you?

It's spring.

And it came with lilacs and poppies, soft memory of the first spring we had together. Memory of the start. It came with a person who ended the winter before and did it again. But last time it was Ren and this time it was Gem.

Last time it was Grian. The one who fell. This time it was Scar. The one who rised up from the hole, went all the way to the secret keeper and succeeded. And got the same task, like the Keeper is reminding us.

It's not the end. It's the beginning. Year passed; are you ready for a new one?

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More thought about traffic = year!! (suggest yours maybe..?) (pleapppse)

I don't have much about Last Life... BUT THE DOUBLE LIFE. OOOH MATES.

Summer is the time of warmth!! Everything is blossoming, shining, nature is awake, it's full of LOVE. and the season is dedicated to CONNECTION which some of players portraied as love. Yes impdubs and ranchers I'm looking at you.

But the person that wins Double Life. She doesn't feel this warmth. It was stolen from her. And she takes it from everyone else (ONLY RETURNING IT TO SCAR IN THE SPRING, YOU FEEL ME RIGHT?) as a symbol of Fall taking summer down. And the only thing Summer (aka SCOTT THE WINNER OF LAST LIFE AND THE SYMBOL OF SUMMER TAKING DOWN SPRING) can do is to. watch his warmth (Cleo) die. From the hand of his own soulmate. And fall as well.

ALSO, SUMMER SCOTT IS SO REAL. He is warmth. HE IS THE SACRIFICER. he is that one guy WHO GIVES. who dies to Martyn aka winter and dies for Pearl aka fall. who dies to Gem, the February storm, the killing coldness. WHO DISAGREES WITH LAST LIFE AND THE BOOGEY RULE. HE IS THE SUMMER. I hope you understand me. My English vocabulary is bad. Sorry again.

SO, THE FALL COMES. AND IT'S LIMITED LIFE. the season when families come together to sit near the fireplace cause the outside is too cold and they actually prefer the warmth of their own home. The season of CROPS HAHAH BREAD BRIDGE FITS NICELY. the season that comes before winter AND LOOK WOOW MARTYN WON. THEY GUY WHO STOOD WITH THE WINTER FROM THE VERY BEGINNING. killing the summer btw. Like. Guys. I'm insane the symbolism is just TOO GOOD.

I love it deeply.

I know you have your own thoughts. The parallels you noticed that fit this concept. I beg you on my knees! Share it! You watch more people than I do, you know so much!! Share what you think!! I NEED symbolism it's like a drug for me I LOVE IT.

Happy Scar winning secret life day everyone 🎉🎉🎉

[whenthechickencry]

Umineko EP7. Replay Part 2

Everyone Sayo started being a servant with left at the same time, leaving Sayo with mixed feelings of disappointment and relief, but still pretty hopeful at what the future will bring... This is the first time someone other than Sayo acknowledges Shannon as a person, so I think this is around when she started messing with other identities? Makes sense that when all the servants left she could start trying to be someone other than "Yasu", who she hated.

Sayo's pranks are really mean if you think about it, and some servants are clearly very unsettled by them. Obviously, though, this is Sayo's way of getting back at people that torment her. A bit of a power trip for someone who has very limited control on their life otherwise. The effort Sayo had put into bettering herself when a new group of people came went to waste because the rumors started by people not even there anymore still persisted....

This scene marks the change from Beatrice, Gaap, Shannon as vague concepts she had in her head into actual characters with laid-out backstories. Including some hasty rewrites lol sorry Gaap you are nameless now.

....

Shannon's role changes here as well - she used to be Sayo's imaginary friend, the perfect example of a servant who everyone liked. But with Shannon becoming a physical person and not just an ideal Sayo strives to be she is now someone who "messes up from time to time, .... but I want to become a kind servant whom everyone loves", also goes to school despite the Shannon character being an older servant. Mixing up elements from Shannon the character and Sayo the actor of Shannon. As pleasant as writing and escapism and imaginary friends can be, Sayo still wants to have actual, human relationships.

It's played up as Shannon is a pervert haha and yes I am sure she was also starting to develop sexual thoughts but also I wonder how much of it was curiosity about how bodies were supposed to be growing when her body wasn't growing like it was "supposed" to....

It's really not hard what caused Sayo to fixate on this concept and Battler.... someone who feels such general unease about their identity, about their life, etc. When someone comes at you talking about how you can't neglect people's inner worlds and they like looking into that....

These words are so senseless, and I am not like, dunking on Battler he was a child as well, but saying to a person who is hurting that you are going to save them any time when you actually can't do that... Giving a person who feels trapped in a shitty life hope that you will save them when you have no means or intention to is extremely cruel regardless of intention.

We go back to Will-Lion commentary and Lion is freaking out more and saying they can't understand, and Will tells Lion they are the man character of this play and that Clair herself thinks she is impossible to understand by now... so they should shut up, keep listening and understanding. Sayo doesn't have kind words for Battler right now, hahah.

Shannon finds out about Battler leaving the family and we get more details about this... it's not really a surprise that Battler does not like the fact his mom died, a random woman is immediately joining their 'family', and it's obvious he was cheating on Asumu while she was alive. Natsuhi is giving Rudolf shit since she hates infidelity ofc. Just saying that I am not really surprised Natsuhi seems to suspect Krauss of cheating, I don't think anyone would like to be told by their partner that they get TOO angry about cheating and to be less mean to cheaters.

I don't think anyone can really give Battler shit for this specific decision he made. I think he was well within his rights to grieve his mother like this. I think the part you CAN give him shit is not trying to keep contact with Shannon in any way and robbing her both of her best friend, crush and hope for the future without so much as saying "I know, I'm sorry". "...In the worst case, I might have to wait until the next family conference."

Sayo's conception of "A life with Battler" is surprisingly grounded. Go back to the orphanage, use your work money to be able to see him occasionally, finish school, and move to an area nearby. WAY more of a real plan than Battler just saying "Come live with me lol". She's putting so much thought unto something that was definitely said with no thoughts behind it. George is like HE'S NEVER COMING BACK PAY ATTENTION TO MEEEE

Sayo is disappointed about Battler not coming so she starts trying to control the situation by blaming herself... it was her fault for not being resolved. Her fault for not being ready yet. As soon as she's ready he's gonna come.

Battler's way of treating women is compared to Rudolf yet again. It's obvious his disregard for women's feelings comes from him, and him finally apologizing to Beatrice and seeing the truth is him doing something Rudolf never learned to fix on himself.

Sayo agonizes some more about how this is a trial, she will persevere, knowing deep inside that it's less and less likely. It is so much crueler to leave her hanging than to say anything to confirm or deny his memories... being stuck means that every time you see the obvious truth it feels like she's betraying Battler because there's no actual proof of anything, just her changing perception of him.... As soon as she gets some resolve that Battler's gone... there's confirmation that things are claiming down between Battler and Rudolf, a new cruel hope. And that hope is immediately replaced with cruel reality, man, he even wrote to Maria and he can't even bother to remember the person he exchanged stories and books and promises with constantly....

It's extremely hurtful to your soul to feel like this.... when you know how someone deeply hurt you and you want any sort of closure but.... that person didn't even consider hurting you anything special on their life so to them it's like asking them what they ate for breakfast a year ago.

The voice acting here fuck......

Sayo eventually creates Kanon to cope with her crippling loneliness and disappointment and realizing that Battler didn't really gaf and hid her love for Battler inside 'Beatrice'. Also, Sayo got prettyyyy lucky that Battler's ideal woman is already vaguely like Beatrice anyways.

Kiznzo and Genji hang the epitaph, Kumasawa and Genji start goading Sayo into solving it....

If you think about it, just the fact that you physically have to go to the island to test your solution immediately slants the answer to certain people. Sayo can make a wrong guess and check more or less every day, but if anyone else makes a wrong guess they can check like... thrice a year?

"If I hand you Beatrice, will you violate her again" asks Genji, who will then hand him Beatrice again because he cried enough about it, I guess.

Anyways I am crying again god I hate you Kinzo I hate you Genji let this poor girl live her own fucking life. It's kind of interesting Sayo doesn't seem to name her creations.... Beatrice, Shannon, Kanon had names due to circumstance but Ronove, Virgilia and Gaap weren't named until Maria gave them names. Guess that's her weakness as a writer!

Sayo and Maria treasure their time with each other of course, they have a lot of fun together but.... Maria can't really fulfill all of Sayo's emotional needs, nor vice versa.

Genji starts by dropping the hint about Taiwan, we get a step-by-step breakdown of how to solve the riddle.... you can tell it was a tremendous amount of effort even with the hints. Must have made the fact it was a pre-ordained fate to please the person that ruined your life hurt that much more.... Weird, creepy, and erasing of Sayo's own personhood to ask this of her.... You changed her name, you changed her family, you changed her age, and now you are having her swap into someone else for the eyes of Kinzo....

The coronation scene is very unsettling... the focus is entirely on Kinzo "earning" forgiveness for someone who isn't even clear on what he did.... Sayo realizes everyone around her has been lying to her about her identity her entire life. They start calling her Lion which is ANOTHER name she has no connection to that was forced on her, and Kinzo forces her to call her father and she feels clearly unsettled by this. What right do you have to determine that, Genji? He admitted none of his sins and merely asked for forgiveness to someone without even telling them what he did.

Sayo doesn't really want to be the head or ruin Krauss etc's life.... and her life starts going on a downward spiral as she starts realizing the truth of her heritage, her body, her relations to her lovers, and everything in a moment she was already vulnerable.

No one wants to be a witch.... living in the edges of reality to cope with how harsh reality is.

George stepping out would have broken the game.... Jessica checking on Kanon would have broken the game as well. The choice of people who can break the game is interesting.... seems like she was in a way testing them.

Thinking of that locked room just makes me sad....

The obvious culprit - so that was definitely Eva.... I guess Sayo only did the first four and Nanjo.

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Lion haha.... Sayo would be so happy to hear that.

This whole ending ceremony feels very.... disconcerting once you know what's about to happen. But Sayo is not nearly or uniquely the only problem of the Ushiromiya family... understanding just her won't lead you to understand all of 1986.

[wyverian-lady525]

HAHAH also you thought, new request coming up yes ma'am👍🏻 this may or may not be the one I've had some writing plans for too =}

Can I perhaps ask for a oneshot with Kyle with this reader. And they're just an absolute troll to him, for example, smacking things out of his hands when he's just minding his own business, poking at him to annoy him, constantly tryna get into his personal space, mean remarks being thrown left and right. Basically just trying everything in their power to get a reaction out of him, you get the drill😅

(Could be throughout the events when he was still being hella annoying or after all that, whatever fits your preference!!) So my idea kind of was that the two of them end up getting stuck together somewhere while being separated from their monsties and Tsukino in the process, (cave opening collapsing and needing to find a different way out perhaps? Hadn't thought much about that ahah..) but basically just leaving Kyle to deal with their annoying ass for the entire ride. Though after a while of eating at eachother, and he just ends up snapping at them, the reader tries going for a more respectful and gentle approach while also explaining that they behave the way they do torwards him in particular because they've in fact actually grown a liking to him. It's just their way of showing that they're comfortable enough to show their inner child around him.

I like this idea! XD Hope you enjoy it!💖

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You’re My Comfort Zone

Kyle thinks you’re quite the annoyance, but an incident leaves him with a change of heart after discovering the truth.

Kyle would give anything to be at his brothers’ mercy again. Being the youngest meant you were bullied and teased by the older males in your family. It was a fact of life for Kyle. When he left home, he thought that he wouldn’t have to worry about watching his back for that kind of behavior again.

But it wouldn’t be Kyle’s life if the universe proved him wrong.

So along comes you.

You would look for any opening, any chance, any situation to bug him in. And the worst part for Kyle was that he didn’t understand what he did to deserve it. Well...scratch that. He knows very well. But it’s been a year since he’s tried to hunt you and Ratha down. Heck, he even helped you guys beat Oltura. 

So why do you feel the need to bother him so?

“Okay, so I think-Hey!” Kyle was looking at a map when you ripped it out of his hands, leaving soma strands of paper behind. 

“Oh like you can read a map.” You retorted with a smirk as you glanced at the paper that had a neatly drawn area of Pomore Gardens. Kyle folded his arms with a glare.

“Probably better than you.” He remarked, and that’s when you walked by him and quickly flicked his forehead with a giggle, running off before he could get angry with you.

“Y/N got you there.” Tsukino snickered from behind her paw. Kyle gave his palico a glare before stomping off after you. Even though you irritated him, you guys were still working together on quests. 

He didn’t understand why you were trying so hard to get a reaction out of him, and normally, he reacted. Kyle doesn’t have much patience as we all know, so it’s surprising that he’s gone this far without literally snapping. I mean, the things you would say to him were so teasing and unnecessary. He would just be sitting by the fire and you push him over (luckily away from the embers). Kyle would just be walking and you would come up from behind, jab him in the ribs (causing a manly shriek to erupt from him), and run away cackling. 

He was just about fed up with it, and at the worst time too.

“Some hunter you are. Look at us, stuck in some cave like idiots.” You said to Kyle while folding your arm, which he could hardly see thanks to the cave’s eternal darkness. 

What happened was that you guys got word of a gore magala in the area. Of course, this meant frenzied monsters. While Kyle was on high alert, your annoying ass was too busy trying to bug him (which led to him being distracted), and no one noticed the frenzied nargacuga nearby. The attack led to confusion which led to you and Kyle being separated from Tsukino and the monsties. You guys were chased into a cave, where Kyle shot the ceiling to stop the frenzied monster from chasing. Now you guys had to find another way out.

“And how is this my fault? If I recall, I was the one who kept us from being a monster’s dinner.” Kyle growled at you as guys stumbled over rocks and ducked under ledges trying to find some other way out of the cave.

“You should’ve been keeping an eye out.” You retorted and Kyle bit his tongue.

“I was...” Kyle dragged on his words. He was reaching his breaking point, he could feel it, and one last remark from you made him snap.

“What? Being a little-” You started to say, but he turned to shout at you.

“I was too busy dealing with your annoying childish behavior! Why do you have to be so mean to me?” Kyle snapped at you, but his last sentence sounded like he was just sad. Actually sad, and confused as to why you treated him like he was a horrible person.

You were silent at his outburst, but Kyle didn’t care. He just turned and continued down the path with you following quietly behind him.

Around ten minutes passed until you spoke again, voice gentler.

“You know, there has to be an exit up ahead. Caves can’t go on forever.” You said in an uplifting tone, trying to lighten the mood and forget about what happened a while ago.

“Hm.” Kyle didn’t even turn to look at you. You grew a bit anxious at this.

“I bet you’ve dealt with this kind of stuff before, being a hunter and all. You’ll get us out of this.” You said, being mindful of your tone and trying to sound more respectful to your partner. Because in the end, that’s what Kyle was, your partner.

“Mm hm.” Kyle mumbled back, but still not talking to you. You realized that his behavior wasn’t going to change without an apology and a proper explanation. He was due both of them, especially now that you noticed how he felt about it.

“Look, I’m sorry, the whole monster situation...wasn’t your fault. I should’ve paid more attention. You’re right, I was being an annoyance to you. I just...it’s how I act around you.” You said softly to him, rubbing your arm in embarrassment. Kyle then stopped walking and slightly looked over his shoulder to glance at you.

“Then can you tell me why you treat me like I’m below you?” He asked, turning around to face you fully. You got a bit flustered.

“I just feel comfortable around you, like I can be the real me. Despite all that’s happened, I’ve grown to like you. I feel like I can bug you and tease you and just be a child without worry...but I was ignorant to how you felt about it...so I’m sorry.” You said while bowing your head and biting your lip. Kyle was a friend, and you didn’t want him to think otherwise. You sincerely hoped that you didn’t just ruin anything.

“That’s it?” He asked, causing you to look up in shock.

“What do you mean?” You asked him.

“All I wanted to know was why you acted like that. I thought you disliked me, but knowing the opposite makes me a little relieved.” Kyle said and you felt a weight lift off your shoulders.

“Really?” You asked with a smile and he nodded even though you couldn’t really see him.

“Yeah, I mean, I was used to being the butt of all my older brothers’ antics, but they did it because they felt comfortable enough to do so. I should’ve assumed the same. We’re still friends, Y/N.” He said and you laughed, moving to hug him, which caused him to stutter in shock.

“I’m pleased to hear that! You are indeed my comfort zone Kyle!” You said in glee, but Kyle merely growled while gently pushing you away and off of him.

“Don’t push it.”

The rest of the cave adventure was full of chatter, the banter and remarks now having more meaning now that Kyle understood where you were coming from. Instead of being hurt, he found enjoyment in it. He was glad that he now held such a regard in your life. Kyle finally found a good friend.

The only thing that made him feel better was the sunlight that hit his face when you guys finally found the way out.

[just-some-random-blogger]

good mooorning sunshine!! guess who?? love time to brighten you online classes (or playing lol)!! KITTIES GIF TT your boys are so>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> cuties TT such little sunshines i've learnt that genshin has a character with my name and was so ??? it was so confusing at first when i was... reading fanfics... 'people are dumb' true. god bless them and give them the littlest bit of smth like our big brains. i didn't experience that but suffered another problem. katya is a common name so there always were a lot of katyas. once we even had 5 (five) katyas in the class. that awkward silence when teacher asked katya to answer... now i'm the only one, though, and i feel lonely(( 'MY CUTIE KITTY' omg TT i cried. funfact: my mom says she named me katya bc she used to call me kitty/kitten when i was born. in russian we have a word meaning kitty 'kotya (kotyona)' which is literally 1 letter difference. 'nicknames that make 0 sense' hhhdjs they're cute. 'im just very confused' lol as a linguist i can confirm that etymology is VERY confusing so they all probably have some story. but boyet is so idk it makes me laugh out of cuteness. 'but the guy in supernatural' I DON'T KNOW. ok i've done some research and i still don't understand if misha is actually his second name or it's written everywhere as his nickname but!! i learned that his mother named him misha after her ex-bf who was dmitriy and probably was called mitya but she mistook it for misha... can't judge her. i really am amused by the fact his brother is sasha but the sisters have jewish names. it's also interesting how jewish names are more spread on the territory of america and most of names known as slavik are actually greek (my name means innocence and pureness in greek lol)... probably it has smth with the religions but ok it's already too long. 'i dont have any of that experience so' it's ok you'll get your big shining moment. it's never late to learn and you'll definately get all you need when needed. i believe in you. you're already big brained, though, they're just not as high leveled. no but how you added crying emoji to the row of angry ones😭 relatable really... i usually cry when im, too mad. not to be annoying but how are the writing life (lol idk how to call it)? how are you? how is genshing? tbh, i feel a little useless when i'm not commenting on anything/ telling you something really big and interesting. hope i'm brining your mood up at least!! luv u!! have a nice day, catmom!! good luck with the classes or whatever you do!! take care!! love you <з

Hello my baby 💗

Im actually in school right now so. pray for my ears we're doing a live sound check. That also means im going to be replying on my phone

nvm it was too hard to reply at school i waited til i came home

My kitties really be cutie huh 💗

Give them a bit of our big brains HAHAHAHAHHAHA.

i've learnt that genshin has a character with my name and was so ??? it was so confusing at first when i was... reading fanfics...

wait you read genshin fanfics? also i hat to look up katya genshin and SHE came up ew i hate her she's annoying af but her twin with the water even worse L

'people are dumb' true. god bless them and give them the littlest bit of smth like our big brains. i didn't experience that but suffered another problem. katya is a common name so there always were a lot of katyas. once we even had 5 (five) katyas in the class. that awkward silence when teacher asked katya to answer... now i'm the only one, though, and i feel lonely((

i mean T_T people have dumb tendencies. lol i can kinda realate. hannahs pretty basic and i have met a bunch of hannahs in college, but lol i dont feel lonely when im hannah by myself HAHAH

'MY CUTIE KITTY' omg TT i cried. funfact: my mom says she named me katya bc she used to call me kitty/kitten when i was born. in russian we have a word meaning kitty 'kotya (kotyona)' which is literally 1 letter difference.

my baby muning mingming (idk why but we all call kitties in the ph mingming or muning even though the filipino for cat is pusa HAHAHAHAHHA idk i think it has to do with the sound they make???? HAHHAHAHHA)

'nicknames that make 0 sense' hhhdjs they're cute. 'im just very confused' lol as a linguist i can confirm that etymology is VERY confusing so they all probably have some story. but boyet is so idk it makes me laugh out of cuteness.

HAHAHAHAHHAh FR MY GRUNKLES NAME IS SO ????? WILD WHERE DID IT COME FROM :ASHF:ASHF:ASF i love etymology people are weird.

'but the guy in supernatural' I DON'T KNOW. ok i've done some research and i still don't understand if misha is actually his second name or it's written everywhere as his nickname but!! i learned that his mother named him misha after her ex-bf who was dmitriy and probably was called mitya but she mistook it for misha...

💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 so youre telling me misha collins isnt even really russian??? AAHHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAH THE PLOT TWIST IS REAL AHAHHAHAHAHAHHAH i mean that's what i get for assuming HAHAAH

can't judge her. i really am amused by the fact his brother is sasha but the sisters have jewish names. it's also interesting how jewish names are more spread on the territory of america and most of names known as slavik are actually greek (my name means innocence and pureness in greek lol)... probably it has smth with the religions but ok it's already too long.

yeah while i was looking through russian names i saw a lot of them were from hebrew and greek so very very interesting. there may be a widespread of jewish names because of the war/diasporas. i love that his brother's name is sasha <3 UGH CUTIE

'i dont have any of that experience so' it's ok you'll get your big shining moment. it's never late to learn and you'll definately get all you need when needed. i believe in you. you're already big brained, though, they're just not as high leveled.

thank you T_T

no but how you added crying emoji to the row of angry ones😭 relatable really... i usually cry when im, too mad.

LOL i accidentally pressed it HAHAHAH but no youre so real for that. i cry when i get angry/frustrated. i hate raising my voice. i hate getting angry. it is the ugliest emotion. i vowed never to get angry ever again and id like to say im doing a pretty good job at it, as in calming myself from feeling massive and real anger. i hate angriness so much.

not to be annoying but how are the writing life (lol idk how to call it)?

ive been writing p3 of waiting for a lifetime and it think im halfway through. T_T im so annoyed im making everything so long i hate it. (also ive been trying not to curse T_T HAHAHHAHHHAH but SHAMPOO its hard T_T)

how are you?

i was really tired when i got home from school. i actually woke up pretty early today, so when i left i was checking to see if you sent me a message and i was like 'oh i didnt get a message today' so when i was at school and saw your message <3 <3 <3 i was so excited.

yeah anyway i could only reply right now because yeah i was tried and i had stuff to do T_T im luv u ok pls dont forget i will always reply to you

how is genshing?

LOL i dont care much for genshin as i used to ???? lol did i ever care much for it? idk i honestly only downloaded it to play with my friends online but i had to rank up to lvl 20? i think. and idk i only play it to kill the enemies (called hillichurls) and to explore AND TO GET CHARACTERS

and OMG i was so lucky my bros were like OMG YOU GOT THE NEW CHARACTER

OMG YES I GOT THE NEW CHARACTER LOOK

he's so pretty he's my pretty boy but hes so weak T_T because im weak and i cannot be bothered to level him up and farm for him. RIP

tbh, i feel a little useless when i'm not commenting on anything/ telling you something really big and interesting. hope i'm brining your mood up at least!! luv u!! have a nice day, catmom!!

T_T i love you so much, im so honored to have you be so interested in me. pls pls tell me about the things you like too. oh whatever happened to your subscription to HBO? HAHHAHAHAHH was it hbo or some other online service HAHAHAH. you're not useless if you dont comment or tell me anything big. you always bring my mood up i love you so much.

good luck with the classes or whatever you do!! take care!! love you <з

i hope youre no longer sick. i have a bunch of homework now T_T i promised myself id do them tomorrow because im too tired rn T_T i love you baby <3 i hope youre doing well with your studies too and that youre taking care of yourself

xxx

[aajjks]

SilentCries!Jungkook Jaehun? I like that.. Jaehun L/N? Jaehun Jeon? Which one sounds better? Hm, we’ll go with that.. I am pretty tired.. You can give him to me, he needs to eat. Hey, my baby.. Hold on- There we go. You wanna know something gross? Look at the top of his head, you can see his soft spot moving. Hahah! I know, it’s gross but that’s a spot you have to be really careful with. It’s like a hole in his skull, it heals when he’s like 5-6 I believe. I love his smell though, that newborn baby smell.. Yeah, he is adorable.. Hod, Im so tired. What time is it? 1:23am? Fuck, I want to sleep.. After he’s done eating, I think I’ll go to sleep.. Jungkook? Can I ask you something? No fighting, no smartass remarks, I want us to have an actual conversation.. Where were you today? I called you, called for you.. I needed you.. And you were nowhere to be found.. I told that girl, Maria to have you call me the second you got back into the office because it was an emergency.. The emergency was because they couldn’t find his heartbeat.. I thought I had, had a miscarriage.. All I wanted was you in that moment but.. You know.. We agreed that you would never put your phone on DND. And it’s not.. Sana just called and you picked up but when I called? Nothing.. Why wasn’t you here for me? Why did you leave me all alone..

“Sweetheart, you have to understand that I feel so ashamed of myself right now and you have to know that it was my fault. I wasn’t aware that you went into early labor or that you were in an emergency because I called you and you didn’t pick up and before that, I kept on checking my phone, and there were no voicemails from you… I was so worried I wanted to come to you, but then the client from Thailand.. my dad insisted that I don’t go home and check up on you.. Sana I asked her about you- because she has my phone most of the time.. I don’t talk to Maria at all. I think Sana is the one that talks to Maria so maybe Maria didn’t tell Sana.. I wasn’t informed about anything… you told Maria to remind me to call you as soon as I came back but I didn’t hear anything from her… you have no idea how angry I am at Maria, Sana, and my dad… I didn’t want to miss his birth-I wanted to be with you and I can’t imagine how scary it must’ve been for you… yn I’m so sorry I love you so much.. and of course it’s gonna be Jeon Jaehan.”

[survey--s]

512.

What do you really think about where you live? I love the location - right by the beach and surrounded by amazing countryside, but I do wish there was more to do here without having to drive 45 minutes in any direction, lol.

Relationship status? Married.

Is anyone’s smile etched into your memory? No, not especially.

Your mom tells you she’s pregnant, you say? Well, she went through menopause about a decade ago and she’ll be 65 in a month, so I’d be genuinely horrified lol.

When was the last time you actually wrote someone a letter? I wrote Susie a note today when I finished sorting her dogs.

Have you kissed anyone in the past 27 days? Yeah. That’s a very precise number, lol.

Last person you shared food with? Mike.

Have you been a happy, angry, or sad person lately? Happy, for the most part.

How long did your shortest relationship last? Aside from silly ones in school that lasted a couple of weeks, about three months.

Has there been anyone particular on your mind at all today? Yeah, Susie as both her dogs had problems today lol. Guy is limping and won’t weight-bear on one foot, and then Pixie had the shits.

Are you wearing jeans, shorts, sweatpants, or pajama pants? Leggings.

Is there a person of the opposite sex who means a lot to you? Of course.

Do you need to say anything to someone? No.

Do you think before you speak? Sometimes.

What was the last movie you watched? Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King. The extended edition DVD.

Have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms? Yeah.

When was the last time you wore a dress? Yesterday.

What’s the last thing you put in your mouth? Pepsi Max.

Is it easy for someone to make you smile/laugh? Yes, most definitely.

How many people of the opposite sex do you fully trust? Two. My husband and my dad.

When was the last time you laid in bed with someone else? This morning before I got up.

What’s something you remember about kindergarten? Playing with the rabbits and guinea pigs.

Plans for this week? I’m working Tuesday-Friday (today is a Bank Holiday) and then next weekend is another Bank Holiday for the coronation so I have another three days off - no plans of yet, though.

Is there a person you talk to everyday with?: Aside from my husband, no.

Does one of your parents ever complain to you about the other parent?: Hahah oh yes. Not really in a negative, nasty way though - just my dad is quite...set in his ways even though those ways aren’t necessarily logical lol.

If you have a webcam, do you take more pictures or make more videos with it?: I only ever use it for FaceTime.

When was the last time you felt lonely?: I genuinely don’t remember - I rarely ever feel that way.

Who was the last person you wished a “Happy Birthday” to?: Linnet, I think.

What was the last food/drink that dyed your tongue a different color?: I can’t remember, probably some sweets or something.

Is there any upcoming festivals happening in the place you live?: No.

When was the last time you threw a party?: I honestly don’t remember. I don’t do parties, lol.

Does your best friend have a job?: He’s a plasterer/tiler and always has been. He’s worked since he was fourteen.

Have you ever sat in your room in the dark?: Yeah.

Do you usually take home leftovers if you eat out in a restaurant?: If there’s a decent amount left, sure.

Have you ever ghost ride the whip (put your car on auto and dance next to it as it’s moving)? Do you want to?: No, is that even a thing here? Even if it was, I drive a manual car lol.

What are you listening to? The Big Bang Theory but it’s just background noise.

Name a quote from the thing you are listening to? Bazinga.

What does your last text say? “I’ll take a look - thank you xx” from Susie.

Are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth? No.

Last missed call? I think it was just an unknown number.

Last person you talked on the phone with? My mum.

Do you like vitamin water? No. I tried it once and it just tasted really bland and weird.

Have you ever hated someone, but ended up being friends with them? No.

What do you think of people who have sex before marriage? I think they’re very sensible.

Are you more independent or dependent? Independent.

Do you believe that what comes around goes around? It’s a really nice idea, but no.

Where is one place you want to visit? Japan.

Are you pissed off about anything? No.

[yharnamsnewslug]

There’s a lot of people bringing valid criticism to Sweden and all the countries in Europe who have participated in colonialism. People are bringing into question a lot of cultural practices that are and have been harmful to minorities, ESPECIALLY black people and Muslims. But there’s also an issue that I want to bring up that I’ve seen well-meaning Americans do in this process:

When critiquing a country that you are not in, that you’ve never even been to, or even that you’ve been for… a year old less, there are nuances that you can miss. One thing that comes to mind is Americans making fun of the Stereotypical Bri’ish Accent, where they just did a Fucking Classism and lower class people from the UK, Welsh, Irish and the Scots got appropriately and rightfully fucking pissed. Americans did not understand why everyone was attacking them so viciously whenever they would do a hahah about their accent. How dare you bring up such a delicate topic such as school shootings when the whole internet is suddenly making fun of your accent the way people have done your entire life?! How dare you get so upset when we prod and poke at something that you actively have to change in order to get jobs and be respected by the high class?!

There was a case in Twitter where an angry Native American woman was critiquing Spain (rightfully so!) …..but she did it without knowing jack shit about Spain’s history. So as she was talking about colonisation, she was calling Spain that: SPAIN. None of you would know this, unless Spanish or knowing Spanish history, but Spain did not exist at the time of colonisation, it was CASTILLA. It was a Kingdom. And a very prominent fascist point is that it was Spain, it was a whole ass united country, because it plays into the rethoric that “Spain has been a country, wholly unified and homogenous, since its conception”. It undermines the mix of cultures that Spain actually is; it undermines that we are MADE with ARAB BLOOD, we have it deep in our country’s veins, our language and our food and our buildings and our way of life!

This native woman did not know. And so fascist Spanish twitter had a blast by picking on her, having fascists pile up on her so she’d keep being wrong and not see the well-meaning leftists saying “hey, YES, critique us, but please don’t say Spain has existed for this amount of time, because that’s wrong! Our country is not just white people, that’s also a fascist talking point!” Romani people from the south were especially pissed at this shit. This was huge in Spanish twitter, and a fascist politician from VOX even mentioned it and said, “The rest of the world knows we are an homogenous, unified country, and we must keep that reputation! That way is how we come back to the Golden Days of Spain!”

With this, I’m saying; critique Europe, PLEASE. Critique us, rip colonialism and the descendants of its privilege apart, but PLEASE, do not say shit like “socialism in Scandinavia can only work because of racism”, because that is a lie. Socialism can work ALONG people of color and immigrants, because people of color and immigrants fight tirelessly within these countries so that our systems work well, and keep being as good as they are. Rich, white politicians want to take it all away, want to keep colonialism as The Golden Days of Our Country, they WANT YOU ALL to think that Scandinavia has no people of color, no Muslims, no Chinese People.

My country, Spain, is a wonderfully diverse and culturally rich place that has had people of color since it became a country. It is a country that did not handle colonialism even well, and our hubris was what made it as ruinous as it is now. South and Central America deserve to critique and rip up apart, because WE PILLAGED AND RAPED AND DESTROYED and it is why the USA can do whatever it wants with a lot of these countries right now. Like many activists in my country say, “we came in thinking we were a big shot and all we did was ruin lives, including ours.” It’s the funniest thing, wish we had just ruined our country without colonisation first lmao.

Anyway, don’t make fun of accents. Don’t make fun of food, of how people dress, of how they talk and how they live. Don’t claim that Europe has no black people, no people of color. Listen to European activists of color when critiquing a country you do not know the history of. There’s no Wrong Accent, no Wrong Dialect, no Wrong Language, and to make fun of any is being a fucking classist most of the time. I just hope you all know, because THIS. IS. IMPORTANT.

I’m doing this is good faith, and I hope Americans who read this, do so in good faith, too. There’s so many people doing good work in Europe, trying to help immigrants and trans people and refugees, but do remember that this is an uphill battle for us as well. You’ve more in common with a lower class Andalucian Spaniard who had to change his accent because otherwise nobody would hire him or even give him a passing grade in Madrid than the upper class kid in Salamanca street who thinks Spain just has too many immigrants now, you know?

There’s nuance. There’s work to be done. So stop fucking saying fascists talking points, you idiots.

[mizunetzu]

ok ok so my request 👉🏻👈🏻

it’s the most obvious thing but i have a full crush on bakugou, so can you please write about him x male reader, where the reader is like.. having nightmares or almost doesn’t sleep because of his quirk (idk like maybe he can hear something special or predict anything bad, doesn’t really matter) but feels safe around bakugou so he always falls asleep around him or even oN him and katsuki is like “😡(❤️)shit whatever” and the reader is kinda shy about that but totally ok with their friends being like “wow bro that’s kinda gay :> ” because he is comfortable with “oh that’s because i aM the gay✌🏻” and his classmates love him and everything and would never mock.. but one time someone from another class was really really rude bcs of that or said that katsuki hates it so the reader starts to avoid bakugou and bakugou geTS MAD about it because reader is just his and no one else’s >:0 maybe a little confession from him in the end, maybe some.. *gay coughing* angy k*ss from him

please make it angsty but with a fluffy ending please please and thank you very much in advance💙 sorry if it’s too big i can’t explain my thoughts properly thaha

Bruh I just realized how long this request is 💀💀 also look at me, writing it like decades after you requested it 😭 pls enjoy I’m actually quite proud of it (also isn’t that gif perfect hahah get it bc the prompt was abt like sleeping and bakugou’s sleeping and-yeah I’ll let u read now)

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Bakugou x reader - Angry Insomniacs

⚠️Warnings - mild arguing, it’s not that bad

Pronouns - male, he/him

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“Why are you always fuckin’ sleeping on me?”

It first started during the Sports Festival. The chicken race and cavalry battle really took a toll on (Y/n), and he was suffering harsh quirk drawbacks. That, being drowsiness.

Somewhere on the stands, (y/n’s) eyes grew heavier and heavier until he realized he had fallen asleep. He also didn’t realized until he woke up that no one disturbed him when he was near Bakugou. Be it fear, or just plain respect, (Y/n) seemed to get the best rest when he was with Bakugou. Not even Iida dared to wake him up when he dosed off on Bakugous shoulder.

He always made it a point to be in Bakugous vicinity when ever he could, taking naps with his head buried in his arms next to Bakugou at lunch, or having his head resting on his shoulder in the dorms.

“Oi! Don’t drift off on me!”

“Mm? Sorry, Bakugou.”

(Y/n) rubbed his eyes as he weakly pushed off the common room couch, stretching and yawning as he did so. “Can I sleep in your room tonight?”

“N-no, dumbass! Fuck kinda question is that, shit-for-brains?!”

“I’ll see you there later then, Bakugou.” (Y/n) gave a slight nod, Bakugou practically foaming at the mouth already, before trotting off the continue his nap in his own room.

Before heading to his room though, he walked into the kitchen to grab a post-nap time snack. Tsuyu, who was already digging in the fridge, stepped back so (Y/n) could grab whatever he wanted.

Tsu eyed (Y/n’s) slightly tousled hair. “Did you take another nap on bakugou-chan? Kero.”

(Y/n) hummed out a “yes.” Tsu hummed back in acknowledgment. Kaminari and Kirishima, unintentionally, started listening in from their place in the kitchen after hearing Bakugou being mentioned.

Tsuyu put a finger to her lip. “Ne, (Y/n)-chan, why do you always take naps on Bakugou-chan? It’s always him, kero, and you go out of your way to make sure it’s only him.”

“Why?” (Y/n) pulled off the carton of milk stubbornly hanging on to the fridge. “Because I like Bakugou. Duh. And I sleep better near people I like.

Kaminari gasped comically while Kirishima sputtered and choked on his words. Not just listening anymore, Kaminari but in. “L-like? Like, ‘like’-like?!”

Kaminari and Kirishima joined Tsuyu and (Y/n) near the fridge. (Y/n) nodded out an “mm-hm.”, whilst grabbing a cup from the cabinet.

“So you’re like...” Kirishima made wild, indecipherable, gestures with his hand. Eventually, after realizing no one was taking the hint, brought his voice down to a whisper.

“...like...gay..?”

“Yeah. Pretty much.”

“Why didn’t you ever tell us?!” Kaminari grasped at his blond hair. (Y/n) thought for a moment, poured himself a glass of milk, and shrugged.

“I don’t know. You never asked.”

“And you’re so comfortable just telling us now? Why, kero-kero?”

“Because I’m gay as fuuuuuck.” (Y/n) took a swig of milk like it was a shot of whiskey. “And it’s not like it was a secret or anything.”

“Though I don’t think Bakugou knows. He’s too angry about me sleepin’ on him all the time to actually care about me.”

(Y/n) polished off his glass of milk. He set the cup down gently into the sink. “Eh, it’s not like I actually care for what he thinks about me.”

“See ya, I’m gonna finish my nap.”

“Uh-bye”

“Bye-bye.”

“Bye, kero.”

———

(Y/n) yawned as his head lolled off of Bakugou’s shoulder. He hissed, dusting off his shoulder angrily.

“Go sleep somewhere else!”

“I’m just goin’ to the bathroom, Bakugou, I’ll be back. Keep your shoulder warm for me.”

(Y/n) weakly stood up from his chair, and sluggishly walked out of the cafeteria. Damn, his feet felt heavy. Maybe if he hurried to the bathroom, he’d get back in time to catch a few more minutes of sleep before Bakugou exploded on him or lunch ended.

(Y/n’s) shoulder accidentally caught on someone else’s, making him stumble back and rub his shoulder. Monoma tilted his chin up in a mocking fashion.

“Ara? Is that (L/n) (Y/n) from class 1-A I see?”

(Y/n) nodded, only half processing his words as he continued on his way to the bathroom. Monoma followed somewhat behind, spewing words and one-liners that went in one ear and out the other. That is, until,

“Honestly, you would’ve thought that angry blond kid would’ve told you by now”.

(Y/n’s) ear perked up. He halted to a stop, Monoma following suit and shoving his hands smugly in his pockets. “What’s this about Bakugou?”

“Oh? He really didn’t tell you, huh? That’s...” Monoma stifled a condescending snicker. “...surprising.”

(Y/n) stepped closer. “C’mon man, tell me what?”

Monoma sighed. “Well,”

“I heard that Mr. Blasty, matter-o-factly,” Monoma jabbed his pointer finger into (Y/n’s) chest. “Really, really hates it when you sleep on, or near him. Actually,”

“I think he just hates you in general.”

(Y/n) furrowed his brows. He’s lying. He’s lying. He likes him, doesn’t he? Bakugou likes him, or else he wouldn’t have lead him on for so long, right?

Because he wouldn’t let just anyone sleep on his shoulder...right?

“You’re lying.”

“Well, believe what you want, honestly,” Monoma made a show of crossing his arms dramatically. “But you should see the way he shit-talks and glares at you in you’re sleep. It’s not like he can push you off though, you’re ‘just so persistent you’ll never leave him the fuck alone’.”

(Y/n) shoved his hands in his pockets. Monoma raised his hands in defense. “His words, not mine.”

(Y/n) turned on his heel and began to speed walk to the bathroom. Monoma yelled out from his spot in the empty hallway.

“Oh? You don’t want to hear what he thinks about your little crush on him?”

(Y/n) froze. He was under the assumption that everyone but him knew, could he be wrong? He pressed his lips into a fine line, turning around as composedly as he could. Though, he couldn’t mask the fearful curiosity in his eyes.

Monoma grinned. It was an unpleasant, sarcastic grin, one that didn’t look peaceful or pleasing at all.

“Well, I doubt that there’s anything to to say at all, so does it really ma-“

“What...what does he say about me?” (Y/n’s) voice quivered. He knew he was falling into Monoma’s trap, that he was just trying to provoke him, that he was looking for any kind of reaction, but his curiosity got the best of him. It really did, because Monoma’s words stabbed spears into (Y/n’s) heart, word by word.

“Blasty thinks it’s fucking disgusting how you like him, like, as another dude. Like honestly, he thinks you take him for an idiot for thinking he actually didn’t know! And the fact you sleep so close to him know full well you want to get in his pants?! He thinks you’re a pervert! A lazy shit! A fag! Ahahaha!”

Monoma loud cackles were cut short when he suddenly slumped over. He sunk to the ground, revealing Kendo, holding one big hand up and the other to her waist. She most likely knocked Monoma out once she heard his condescending retorts from the cafeteria.

Kendo sighed, bending down the haul Monoma’s arm over her shoulder. Her heavy glare softened once she caught sight of (Y/n’s) buggy eyed face starting at the ground where Monoma was.

“Sorry...he didn’t say anything too harsh, right?” Kendo’s words were gentle, but they sounded practically inaudible to (Y/n’s) traumatized ears.

He wordlessly staggered past her, heading back into the cafeteria to grab his lunch and sit elsewhere. He supposed he wouldn’t bother Bakugou anymore. Since he’s so damn ‘persistent’, he figured he’d stop bothering him for the rest of the day.

He wished he wasn’t so curious about what Bakugou thought of him. Like people say, ignorance is bliss. He could’ve gone his whole high school career without knowing Bakugou hated his every being. How was he going to face him in class knowing every pointer glare, every scoff, every insult was genuine?

(Y/n) felt his throat tighten. For the first time in years, (L/n) (Y/n) was fully awake.

——

It was the first time in many months that (Y/n) didn’t sit in the seat next to Bakugou, napping in his presence. He’d done it every day no fail, that is until this week. Actually, this is the 6th consecutive day he didn’t take a nap at all.

(Y/n) sat placid in his assigned seat, eyes wide and trying to keep awake. He couldn’t sleep without thinking of Bakugou, and every time he did it was always him scoffing and turning his back on him.

Every few seconds, (Y/n) would jolt harshly in his seat, rocking back and forth like a drug addict in withdrawal. He stared at his desk with eyes that could kill someone, and he dug his hands into his forearms to keep himself somewhat awake.

He didn’t hear Kirishima calling his name until he snapped his fingers infront of his face. The snap rang like a gunshot, surprising (Y/n) from his trance so badly he jolted back like he got electrocuted. Kirishima raised an eyebrow.

“You...ok man...?”

(Y/n’s) dry eyes landed fixed onto Kirishima. He relaxed, and let out a breath he didn’t know he was taking. “M’fine...”

His voice cracked like it hadn’t been used for days. (Y/n) let his eyes drift back forward, hunching back over and huddling his body like he was trying to squeeze himself to death. When Kirishima gave him a skeptical glare and crossed his arms, (Y/n) let out a small “m’ just tired, that’s all...” and gave the most pathetic smile known to man.

“If you’re so tired,” Mina, rested her arms on the back of (Y/n’s) chair. “Why don’t you sleep on Bakugou like you do every morn-“

“NO! I-I can’t do that!” (Y/n) whipped his head back, gripping the back of his chair so hard his hand turned white. Mina and Kirishima flinched, noticeably caught off guard with his sudden outburst. “I...can’t...I can’t do that...”

(Y/n) suddenly looked very awake, contrasting the way he looked like he was struggling to keep his eyes open the whole time they were in class.

(Y/n’s) breath steadied as he shut his mouth awkwardly. “M’sorry...for yelling...didn’t mean to...”

(Y/n) scrubbed at his eyes. The rush of adrenaline was already wearing off. Mina set her dainty pink hand on (Y/n’s) hunched form. “Why not...?”

“I just can’t.”

(Y/n) said nothing more. He went back to his occasional jolts awake and scrubbing his heavy eyes every 2 minutes. Kirishima sighed, shaking his head towards Bakugou, before shrugging his shoulders then forming an ‘X’ with his hands.

Bakugou clicked his tongue angrily, turning and facing back forward in his seat.

——

(Y/n) was practically seeing stars by the end of hero’s class.

It was a relatively simple assignment, 1 on 1 sparring, but it caused a lot of quirk use.

He fought both his tired eyes and Midoryia, but ultimately failing due to his harsh quirk drawbacks. Midoryia barely had to break a sweat to have (Y/n) come toppling down.

(Y/n) was ushered back into the horde of students murmuring “don’t mind” and “you did great!”, but he just slithered past and stood a few feet away from them, all the way in the back of the field.

All might was explaining something (Y/n) couldn’t quite hear. Not only because he was standing so far away, but because his hearing had been considerably wonky, not to mention the hissing, ringing sound irritating his eardrums.

“Oi.”

And even if the ringing had stopped and he could hear, his brain was too tuckered out to remember anything past five seconds ago.

“Oi!”

Gosh, speaking of his brain-

“OI! SHIT-FOR-BRAINS! YOU GONNA KEEP IGNORING ME OR YOU GONNA TELL ME WHY YOU’VE BEEN AVOIDIN’ ME?!”

Bakugou set off a small explosion. The blast wasn’t nearly as loud or powerful as in combat, but to a tired mans ears, it sounded like nukes. The ringing in (Y/n’s) ears spiked, and he cupped his ears tightly.

“B-Bakugou, nows not-“

“OH, YOU TRYNA TUNE ME OUT BY COVERIN’ YOUR EARS NOW?!” Another explosion. Bakugou’s gauntlets had been out for repairs since his last hero training, so (Y/n) could clearly see the glowing red and yellow spark from his fist. The ringing spiked again. His vision burned with sparks.

(Y/n) winced, saying nothing, and brought his hands to rub at his eyes. Bakugou eyebrow twitched.

“STOP IGNORING ME!”

Bakugou brought his hand out, his gloved hand starting to glow red with his next explosion. (Y/n) couldn’t take it anymore.

He stumbled forward, and grabbed Bakugou’s wrist. He shoved it out of the way, but his hand still ignited and set off a blast that propelled them straight to the ground.

“G-get off-a me!” Bakugou tried pushing (Y/n) off with his free hand.

(Y/n) pinned Bakugou’s glowing right hand by the wrist, using his other to hold down his other shoulder. (Y/n) would’ve never done something as ballsy and stupid as this, but he was too tired, too done, too much in pain to care.

“What are you actually trying to say!? All that stupid extra yelling and petty insults, they get you fucking nowhere! Spit it out! Or does trying to intimidate every single fucking person you meet just self-satisfaction?!”

Bakugou growled. He grabbed at (Y/n’s) shoulders, pushing off of him and pinning (Y/n) to the ground in his place.

“Then what about you, huh?!” Bakugou was angrily spitting at (Y/n’s) face. “Why the fuck did you stop getting enough sleep for your quirk?! Are you just that dumb that you stay up at night?!”

“I don’t wanna hear it from a stupid fucker like you, who can’t even take care of himself!”

(Y/n) hissed. He freed his dominant hand from Bakugou’s vice grip and pushed at Bakugou’s face, grabbing a fistful of his hair. “All you ever do is shit talk! Shut up! No one thinks it’s fucking cool!”

“What the hell are you even talking about?!”

The two wrestled on the ground, angrily grabbing and tugging at each other, and rolling around on the floor. There were shouts of “get Aizawa-no, get midnight-sensei!” and “All might, stop them!”, but the two were so caught up in their fight they couldn’t hear anything.

“Can’t you ever learn to mind your fucking Business?!”

“What the fuck does that even have to do with this!”

(Y/n) flipped Bakugou over one more time. He pushed him down by the forehead, pushing his head down into the ground while Bakugou flailed and kicked from underneath him.

“SHUT UP! WHY DO YOU EVEN FUCKIN’ CARE, BAKUGOU?! WHY DO...w-why do...wh...”

A sweet, sweet smell flooded (Y/n’s) senses. It smelt relaxing, tantalizing, it smelled like sleep. It smelled like sleep. He wanted to sleep. He wanted to sleep so bad. Maybe he could just...

(Y/n) slowly sank from his spot on top of Bakugou, flopping on top of his body and going completely slack. Bakugou’s eyes widened, and he covered his nose.

Midnight strutted from above the two, waving away a few stray wisps of her mist. Bakugou hacked out a new breath, while (Y/n) laid on top of him, peacefully asleep for the first time in days.

“Well, it seems like you two already know without me saying it.” Midnight motioned over to two small robots carrying a stretcher. “I’ll just take him to recovery girl and he should wake up in-“

Bakugou pursed his lips and wrapped his arms around (Y/n’s) sleeping figure when Midnight extended her arm towards them. He tightened his arms around (Y/n).

“I’ll do it. S-since this piece of shit attacked me first and...I’ll just do it-!”

Midnight eyed him knowingly, before waving him off and mumbling something about ‘youth’.

——

(Y/n’s) eyes fluttered open. His body felt like it was broken in every way possible. It was so sore, it hurt even thinking about moving. (Y/n) laid there, with his eyes half open, contemplating whether or not he should close them again.

Would he be able to sleep, though? Even if he’d started sleeping near Bakugou as a ‘don’t-wake-me-up’ measure, it slowly stopped being just that and more a matter of he felt safe and comfortable around him. In a way, he’s become a bit dependent on him, which is probably a bad thing, but he didn’t care.

Sleeping with Bakugou felt best. But that wasn’t an option, now was it?

(Y/n) pursed his lips, an involuntary groan rumbling from his tired vocal cords. He continued staring at the blinding nurse office lights, staring until he saw spots in his vision.

“Stop doing that-do you wanna go fuckin’ blind?”

(Y/n) flinched. He hated the way that familiar, aggravated voice still stirred butterflies into his stomach. He glanced to his side, as if to make sure he wasn’t just hearing things.

He met eyes with Bakugou.

“Bout’ time you fuckin’ woke up. Been waitin’ forever, shit-for-brains.”

(Y/n) averted his eyes back up to the blinding floodlights. Bakugou scowled. “Oi! Don’t ignore m-“

“How long were you here for?”

Bakugou went silent. It was his turn to avert his eyes, albeit more angrily.

“...I was here since you fuckin’ fainted in class, idiot. I even carried your stupid body here from the dumbass carrier bots.”

(Y/n’s) eyes softened, unlike Bakugou’s, who glared at the floor just beside the chair he was sitting in. (Y/n) checked the big black clock mounted on top of Recovery Girl’s desk.

It was 6:00 pm.

If Bakugou was telling the truth, he’d been sitting there waiting for him to wake up for 4 hours straight.

“Bakugou-its been hours since class ended-you should be at the dorms by now-! Why did you-“

“Well if you told me why you suddenly started avoiding me we wouldn’t be here right now!”

(Y/n) let his mouth fall closed. Bakugou scoffed. “Well?!”

(Y/n) opened his mouth, but it clamped shut when Monoma’s words echoed in his mind. Bakugou looked at him with an expectant face.

“I can’t tell you.”

“WH-“ Bakugou sputtered angrily. “COURSE YOU CAN! THE FUCKS STOPPING YOU!”

“Nothing I-I just can’t!”

“WHY!? WHY NOT?!”

“BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!”

“OK AND?! I LOVE YOU TOO!”

“THEN WHATS THE PROBLEM HERE!” (Y/n) shouted, before he cupped his mouth in realization. Bakugou’s eyes went wide aswell. “Wait I didn’t mean that-“

“YEAH! WHATS THE FUCKIN PROBLEM HERE?!” Bakugou recovered from his initial shock, already back to yelling. (Y/n) furrowed his brows with a blush.

“Wh..wait so-“

“I LIKE YOU, YOU LIKE ME, SO WHY THE FUCK DID YOU STOP SLEEPING ON ME?!”

“Wait but...” (Y/n’s) voice was barely above a whisper. “Don’t you, y’know...not like it...when I do that-?”

“DUMBASS! WHERE’D YOU GET THAT FROM?!” It seemed like Bakugou got angrier and angrier each passing second. It was hard to tell what (Y/n) found so attractive about him.

“From...from Monoma...?”

Bakugou looked angrier than ever. (Y/n) raised an eyebrow. “YOU-I CAN’T BELIEVE-! I-! FUCK IT!”

Bakugou snarled and practically shoved his face onto (Y/n’s), angrily stealing his breath away with a kiss. The kiss, surprisingly, was soft and gentle, despite Bakugou’s previous intensity. It seemed to calm Bakugou down, and cheer (Y/n) up.

The two slowly parted for air. It was quiet for a second, something that rarely happened near Bakugou.

“I thought you hated me...”

“W-why the fuck would I hate you...dumbass.” Bakugou rested his forehead on (Y/n’s) shoulder. His spiky tufts of blond hair tickling (Y/n’s) face.

“Because Monoma said so...?”

“I’m gonna kill that bastard.” Bakugou snarled, climbing into the cot (Y/n) was in. He pushed (Y/n) back down into the pillow, pulling up the white blanket and laying down next to him. He guided (Y/n’s) head-a tad bit forcefully-to his chest. “...after we sleep.”

Bakugou shut his eyes, half irritated and half embarrassed, while (Y/n) chuckled tiredly. He nuzzled his head into Bakugou’s chest.

“Goodnight, Bakugou.”

——

Extra:

Monoma walked into class 1-B the next morning. He yawned, still a bit tired, when he ran straight into someone.

“Hey, copycat fucker.”

Monoma looked up. The class was empty, with no one but Bakugou standing infront of him.

Fuck.

Needless to say, Bakugou got another 3 days of house arrest.

——————

Bru this was so long ong

[harryskalechips]

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A/N Omg hi guys I’m back with a little update. I’m so sorry I haven’t been writing much. I’ve been super busy with school but I wanted to say thank you to everyone who still supports me on this platform and appreciates my work. I love you guys so much. The friends I made on here are absolutely incredible. You can always reach out to me despite me not posting hahah. Anyway here it is! Hopefully I’ll be back with something new in some time. 

Y/N and Harry are just friends but when they get themselves mixed in a threesome, things change. 

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Harry and Y/N are just friends. They met back a year ago through Nick at his birthday party and ever since that they clicked. 

He enjoys the time he spends with her after all, everything felt normal. There was never a discussion about his fame or her anxiety about who will see them together. Instead, their friendship was always just about them and that was all. 

Harry may have been seeing someone and although he never thought it was serious, Nadia was coming over during the nights where Y/N was supposed to be hanging out with him. It was fine and dandy since they decided to hang out together as Nadia knew her “boyfriend”’s best friend wasn’t much of a threat. This continued for months until one night, Y/N brought some wine to celebrate her big promotion earlier from the day.

 The three were having a great conversation on the floor as they smoked some weed and had some messy Chinese takeout on Harry’s living room floor. It was just about 9 PM when Nadia sparked up a new question in their group. A rather dirty one perhaps. 

“Have you guys ever been in a threesome before?” She smiles as she stares innocently at the man in between her and the other girl. Harry sips his wine as his eyes widened a bit. He waits for Y/N to answer first but she doesn’t reply. Instead, her cheeks turn red as a tomato. “Be honest! I’ll say it first. I’ve never been but I’ve always wanted to try it.”

“I may have?” Harry mumbles as he rubs his bottom lip.

“What type of answer is that?” Nadia laughs as she puts her joint in an ashtray on top of the coffee table. “I won’t get mad.” She shakes her head.

“I remember doing stuff with other girls and guys but I don’t remember clearly.” He answers truthfully and looks at his best friend. “What about you, Y/N?” He didn’t know what to expect. Would he feel a bit angry or protective?

“Why are you guys asking this?” She tries to change the topic and laughs. “Who wants some more wine?” Nadia leans over Harry’s legs to grab the glass out of Y/N’s hand.

“Answer the question.” She laughs at her as she rubs her boyfriend’s thigh. Harry coughs again and tries to drink some more wine. Luckily, he still had some left.

“No. I haven’t been.”

“Would you want to try it?” Surprisingly enough, it wasn’t Nadia who asked but instead, Harry.

“Oh, I don’t know.” Y/N tries to brush it off. “Maybe, one day.”

“Here, I’ll let you think about it.” Nadia giggles. “I can make out with Harry and if you feel like joining you can.” Not a surprising act from Nadia to be honest. She was always the type of girl to try anything.

“Na-” Harry tries to stop her. He didn’t want to pressure Y/N into having a threesome. He especially didn’t want it to be awkward for their friendship. Isn’t rule #1 of threesomes is that the third person is someone you don’t know?

“Harry, it’s fine. The most she’ll feel is uncomfortable but I mean, she’s seen us kiss before.” Nadia straddles him as she wraps her arms around his neck. She begins to softly kiss his jaw as she moves her soft pink lips to meet his. Her hips softly rock into his, that as his eyes watch Y/N -he held Nadia by her waist. 

A soft moan comes out of his mouth which makes Nadia pull away. She takes her shirt off and tosses it at the girl watching them. Harry looks at her with his pouty lips. Y/N looks at him too as she tries to read his mind. Does he want me to join in? Would this get weird? Do I want to actually do this?

“It’s a one-time thing. We don’t have to talk about it ever again.” Nadia smiles as she unbuttons Harry’s shirt. Harry’s thumb slides down her bottom lip as he looks at Y/N again.

“What do you think H?” Y/N could feel her heart beat fast as she watched him. She knew she didn’t like him romantically so she was not concerned about catching feelings. She was scared of how her performance would be. Maybe, they would judge her?

“Come on.” Harry whispers reassuringly as he takes his hand out for her to reach. Nadia immediately gets off him as she runs to his room, taking her clothes off in the process. Although Harry leads Y/N  to the room hand in hand, he was nervous as fuck yet he couldn't deny his excitement. 

Nadia lays down in the middle of the king bed as she watches her boyfriend take Y/N’s clothes off. Maybe, since she was new to all of this he wanted her to feel special? No biggie. She thought. 

She watches Harry lean in to kiss Y/N which the girl reciprocates without any complaint. Of course, she was a bit hesitant but she couldn’t ignore the fact how she could hear his heartbeat so fast as if it was in sync with hers. His hands slid from her waist to the bottom of her shirt as he carefully helped her take it off. “You’re doing so well, baby.” He kisses her a bit more deeply as he unbuttons her pants. He drops to his knees and kisses her tummy as he takes her underwear and her jeans off together. 

“I’m getting a bit lonely here.” Nadia quietly complains. She sits up immediately and approaches Y/N from behind to take her bra off. She kisses her neck as she gropes her chest. “How are you feeling?” She asks sweetly as they both watch Harry take his clothes off.

“Really nervous.”

“You want to do this, for real?” Harry asks. He knows it’s a bit too late but he needed to hear it from her just to be sure. Because as much as he wants to have this night for themselves, there’s a tiny part of him that wished it was just him and … No, she’s your friend and you have Nadia. 

“Yeah.” She purses her lips as she eyes his chest. God, she’s checking him out right now and for the first time, he’s actually aware.

 “Alright. Nadia, go to the bed,” Harry instructs her as he bites his lip. He sits on the edge of the mattress as he fists himself slowly. “Come here and suck it.” His voice deepens. Nadia smirks as she kneels on the floor. Her hands replace his as she confidently spits on him to jerk him off. Y/N stands in the corner of the room watching the couple. She definitely felt like she was intruding. “Come here.” Harry’s voice softens. His hands intertwined in Nadia’s blonde hair softened as he watched his friend walk behind her to sit beside him.

 “Should I do something?” Y/N asks as she covers her chest. Harry laughs as he removes her arms. 

“Baby, why are you covering up?” This nickname seems to be a popular word tonight. It made Nadia’s focus from their pleasure to just observing them. “Why won’t you come a bit closer,” Harry suggests. His hand takes her face as he kisses her. Nadia goes faster trying to deep throat him so she can try and get his attention back on her but all he does is ignore her as his hands play with Y/N’s chest. Groping and sucking and overall, just loving.

 “Fuck.” Y/N mumbles out loud as she watches Nadia suck her best friend’s dick. 

“You want to give it a go?” Harry takes himself out of Nadia’s mouth. He slaps her cheek and moves himself to the bed. “Y/N, come here.” She obeys. He gestures her down as he grips himself in front of her. He helps guide it into her mouth as he cups one of his balls. The pure image of her laying down on his bed sucking his dick made him already want to burst. “Fuck, baby you’re such an angel aren’t you?” 

Nadia helps herself onto the bed and without a word, she sits on Harry’s face so she doesn’t have to hear him talk. She didn’t even face Y/N because she realized this was a big mistake. Her fault for drinking too much wine. 

Harry’s hands held onto Nadia’s thighs as he ate her out but once he felt Y/N gagging, they immediately went to her instead. His big hands removing her hair from her face as he slowly forced her head down. Her eyes rolled back a bit as he thrusts himself involuntarily into her mouth.

 Nadia pulls his hair and puts more pressure onto his face so he can direct his attention back to her. He gropes her boobs as well but that didn’t stop him from thinking of the dirtiness Y/N was doing. He instantly tapped Nadia off him as he pushed himself up. He made Y/N sit up so he can push her onto the bed where the pillows were. He held her arms above her head as he sucked on her nipples. His tongue bouncing in and out of his mouth as he left soft licks down her torso until he reached her wet centre. His fingers going into Nadia’s mouth before rightfully so inserting them into Y/N’s core. Soon after he fingers her at a quick pace. He ignores the fact Nadia sat on the bed, just looking at them speechless. 

“Fuck, I know you’re fucking beautiful but the way you look right now is driving me absolutely mad,” Harry mumbles as his hands tightened on Y/N’s neck. As she reaches her first orgasm, Harry reaches over her to put on a condom. After permission. He rocks himself forward, putting one of her legs on his shoulder. Nadia hovers over Y/N’s chest to kiss Harry but she slowly pushes his chest to make him stop focusing on Y/N. Harry for once got her message. He takes his condom off and tosses it onto the table. He puts a new one on and forces Nadia on all fours. He fucks her behind as he pulls on Y/N’s hair. His eyes watching her chest and her centre as she laid down beside Nadia touching herself. Nadia leans over to make out with her but all Harry wanted to do was fuck Y/N all over again. 

Not after long, Harry pulls out of Nadia without another word. He takes his condom off and stands from the bed and pulls Y/N from her legs. He flips her around and bends her over the mattress. He slaps her ass and holds her arms down as he fucks her hard. His hand eventually tugging on her hair as he let out grunts. Naida watches her boyfriend fuck his best friend bare as she hears him mumble, “Best fuck ever”

~

The following day, Harry leaves Y/N in his bed as he goes to the kitchen looking for Nadia. He was wondering where she was. Yet there she sat in his shirt, crying at the counter. 

“Are you okay?”

“You’re really asking me that?” She wipes away a tear as she sarcastically laughs. 

“Why?”

“I know you like her.” She closes her eyes. “You told me there was nothing to worry about but the way you treated her last night… it’s a whole new story.”

“Nadia, we had a lot to drink I’m sorry if I made you feel like that.” Harry tries to reason with her. There is no way he likes Y/N. she’s normal and he’s famous. She wouldn’t want to be part of his mess. She’s basically out of his league anyway. 

“Harry! You legit fucked me for 3 minutes while making you and her cum five times.” Harry covers his face with his hands. 

“You suggested it, didn’t you?” He retaliates. “I don’t know what happened last night. You should’ve said something. It was her first time.”

“I think you’re forgetting it’s my first time too.” Nadia mumbles. Harry immediately shuts up as he feels the guilt in his chest. Nadia puts her coffee mug in the sink before going up to him. “Be honest. Do you like her? Was last night really the best fuck you ever had.”

“I don’t fucking like her Nad!” Harry groans. “She’s my best friend and I did that because I didn’t want to make her feel left out. I’m sorry.”

“I d-”

“I’ll make it up to you, okay?” Harry steps forward to put his hands on her shoulders. He didn’t like Y/N. They were just friends. Nadia is who he is seeing. “She wasn’t even that good. I was just showing her the ropes. Every time she made me cum I was thinking of you.” Nadia laughs but Harry gulps as he knows that was for sure a lie. Y/N was a living wet dream last night. He was pretty much still thinking of her when he woke up today with her laying down on his chest.

 “Glad to know.” A voice speaks up. Y/N was dressed in a spare shirt she had in the house as she stood by the archway. She was nervous to see them in the kitchen but she had hope that everyone would forget about last night “Thanks for teaching me.” She sarcastically replies. She leaves the house without another word. 

Harry. Harry, her best friend who basically said yes to her last night was now shoving her dignity up her ass. She could even feel a tear fall down her face after what she heard from him. She knew she was new to it all but to be judged at a time you were the most vulnerable is fucked up. She expected more from them. From his especially, since last night he couldn’t shut up about her. 

“Y/N, don’t go,” Harry yells out as he stood at his door watching her go to her car. “I- That’s not what I meant.”

“Fuck you!” She coldly replies as she opens her door. She tosses her purse and last night’s clothes in the passenger seat before closing the car door for herself.

“Y/N. Baby, don’t go. Nadia was jealous about last night.” Harry pleads as he taps her window. She opens it slowly and sighs.

 “Was she not the one who initiated it?” She snaps as she puts her sunglasses on. “I knew last night was a mistake.”

“Y/N. It wasn’t -hey, get out of the car. Can we talk?”

“I don’t feel like talking. That’s the problem.” She rubs her cheek in frustration. “It’s not your fault okay? I just need time.”

“Time for what?”“

Time to understand that things are different for us now.”

“No, it’s not. You’re my best friend. Y/N come-”

“Harry, I’ll reach out just give me some time.” She repeats to him.

~

It’s been a week since Y/N ghosted Harry. A week absolutely too long, in his opinion. Their routine used to be solid. They would facetime, visit each other, and honestly just talk. Some nights they watched movies, some nights they made dinner but at least they were together. As much as Nadia was mad about that night, she forgave Harry because he’s right. She initiated it so the most she can do is let go of her anger. But maybe it wasn’t just Harry lying to himself.

 “You okay?” Mitch asks him as they sat in his home studio trying to make a new song.

 “Y/N is mad at me.” He lets go of the guitar on his lap to scratch his nose. “She asked for some space but I don’t know for how long.”

“You miss her.”

“No.” Harry lies because missing her was already another tunnel into a statement he denied. He is not romantically interested in her. “I wish she came back that’s all. She’s stressing me out.”

“You miss her because you realized she wasn’t the problem.” Mitch pushes further. He smirks a bit as he watches Harry become speechless. “I don’t know what happened to you guys but don’t let her out of your sight. You might not realize she’s gone.”

And as Harry pretended to sit there like he didn’t care, a strong feeling in his chest arose. Something that’s been buried deep for way too long.

 ~

2 months later.

“Happy birthday Sarah!” Y/N greets her as she walks into her home. It was Sarah’s birthday and Mitch decided to throw her a surprise party. 

“Thank you so much.” She smiles as she hugs her. “I haven’t seen you in so long, where have you been?

”“I’m sorry I’ve been so busy.” Y/N answers truthfully. She puts Sarah’s gift on the table beside them as the birthday girl takes her hand to lead her into the living room.

“Guess who’s here!” Sarah yells out to her friends. Nadia sitting on Harry’s lap was the first one to notice Y/N and soon after the man underneath noticed too. 

“Hi, guys!” Y/N smiles as she tries to ignore the couple on the couch. Harry was about to greet her when a man walked up behind Y/N.

“Babe, here’s your charger.” The guy hands it to her as he puts his arm behind her lower back. 

“Thanks.” She smiles sweetly as she holds his hand instead. “This is Brendan. We’ve been dating for a while.” She proudly introduces him to everyone.

“You finally got a boyfriend?” Mitch teases as he drinks his beer beside Harry. “Nice to meet you.” Brendan nods as he greets him back. Overall, Y/N was happy, he came with her because the way Harry was looking at her made her not feel so good.

As the party continued, Y/N’s boyfriend stuck to her like a lost little boy. At least that’s what Harry thought. After Nadia went swimming in the backyard with some other girls, he sat with Mitch secretly observing Y/N. She looked happy and overall, just pretty... really pretty. 

As other guests walked around the house socializing, Sarah and Mitch sat with Harry at the couches while Y/N and Brendan made their way over towards them. “Glad to see you again.” Harry greets Y/N nonchalantly as he raises his beer to them. His eyes were focused on the TV that was playing some movie. 

 “You too. It’s nice to see you and Nadia still together.”

“Yeah.” He replies and after some silence, he realized he needed to get out of here. “I’m going to the kitchen.” He sighs as he rubs his thighs. Y/N wanted to follow him. She knew it was going to be awkward seeing him again but she didn’t expect him to be this mad. Does he even have the right to be?

“Brendan, I’m going to get a snack actually. Why won’t you ask Mitch about how his job works since you were wondering?”

“Oh yeah, sure.” Brendan looks confused as she steps away from the conversation. Y/N walks to the kitchen and sees Harry biting his cheek as he munched on some chips from the bowls laid out. 

“I know you were mad about me wanting some space but I don’t know why you’re still mad about it.” Harry laughs sarcastically as he watches her. 

“It’s been 2 months and you’re asking me why I’m mad?”

“Well, yeah. I thought you’d be happy to see me again.”

“No, Y/N. I would be happy if you got out of your fucking car that day to talk to me. I would be happy if you just told me why you needed space.

”“You’re telling me it’s not clear to you?” She crosses her arms against her chest.

“I expected you to come back!” He looks around the kitchen and lowers his voice. “It’s a bit hard to see someone everyday then suddenly they disappear.” He scoffs. “You wouldn’t answer my texts or my calls.”

“We shouldn’t have done what we did that night.” She mumbles. “It was the alcohol and the temptation that influenced us and at the end, it’s what destroyed us.”

“Do you regret it?” He closes his eyes, praying she didn’t. Because maybe just maybe, that night meant a lot to her the same way it did to him. Does he love her? Yes, but romantically? He has no fucking idea. He just misses her.

 “I don’t know.” Not the answer he wanted. “Look it’s not your fault nor was it Nadia’s but I think our choice made me realize who I am in your life.”

“Not to be fucking clueless but what does that even mean?”

“Yes, I’m your best friend but at the end of the day, you saw me as a girl you pitied that night. A girl that meant nothing to you but just for your pleasure.” She clarifies for him.

“Y/N what? That’s not true. How-”

“I heard what you said to Nadia.” She shakes her head “I’m not stupid. I know how those work but I expected more from you. I just thought you wouldn’t see me that way. We had so many moments together that night and I finally realized how good of a man you are for me. Yet the next day, I hear you tell your girlfriend that I suck in bed and you were using me. Hurts a bit.” She sarcastically laughs. “Who am I kidding? That hurts a lot.”

“What so you love me now?” He retaliates. “Nadia was jealous. I had to tell her that. It doesn’t mean it’s true!”

“Funny thing is - I do love you, Harry. That night. it made me realize that maybe I was in love with you this whole time! You were so sweet and gentle and it made me feel good. You made me feel safe but I didn’t need you to throw my feelings back at my face!”

“In love with me?” Harry hysterically repeats after her. “You’re dating some loser named Brendan and you’re telling me you’re in love with me?”

“So you’re saying you did not feel anything that night?” She bites her cheek, trying not to cry. He stays silent, pretending to look at the chips and deciding what to eat next. “Goodbye, Harry.”

“Y/N.” He speaks up as he denies her eye contact. “I don’t like you that way. I don’t and I never will.” His last words burned in her head. As well as in her heart. God, she’s crazy. 

But maybe he’s worst.

He said that lie a million times in his head and saying that to Y/N made it feel 100% more real. He doesn’t like her because she’s normal. She’s perfect and she’s his best friend. Friends don’t call their friends baby. Friends don’t look at Y/N the way he does. That’s why he’s going to stick to this decision. If he has to lose her as a friend then fine because no way in hell would he lose her if they were together. 

Because that hurts more and Harry is tired of hurting. 

Part 2 Part 3