#fine. I will shut up now and suffer this book in silence.

[alectology-archive]

Too many "mat runs from responsibility" jokes and too few "perrin is the most irresponsible character" jokes in the fandom honestly

[wileys-russo]

please write a blurb about finding out that Lessi takes street dancing lessons, going with her to one and then her just being so clumsy!!! It’s so funny

this is longer than anticipated and went in a slightly different direction. starts off a little angsty but the end is super fluffy, still made me giggle

fancy footwork II a.russo

you sighed and tried your very best not to let your mind slowly descent into wildly overthinking the situation as you tapped your phone screen and saw it was now nearing seven, and there was still no sign of alessia.

your girlfriend had finished training at half past four and was supposed to come right home, but given it was hours later and she wasn't picking up her phone she'd clearly failed to inform you of plans she'd made.

well, thats what you were trying to tell yourself. it would be a whole lot easier if this was the first time this had happened, however it was not.

for the last two weeks alessia had seemed not herself, often home late without a real reason, or dipping off to do mystery errands and odd jobs at weird times, returning in different clothes and seemingly a lot more tired than when she left, shutting down any questions you had with a kiss and a swift change of topic.

at first you thought it could be anxiety and this was her way of coping, your girlfriend had previously suffered with it quite badly leading up to selection for the euros, panicking her hamstring would play up again or tweak and leave her out of the squad.

it had meant she'd trained harder, done extra drills, asked for more one on ones with the physio and the trainers.

only you knew in your gut this time that just wasn't the case.

you'd like to think the two of you had healthy communication down to a tee, rarely arguing or getting into rows that weren't the cause of playful banter.

on the rare occasions you did seriously disagree it was seldom that any sort of yelling was involved, you both going out of your way to listen to the other and do your best to try and meet them halfway at least if unable to see eye to eye.

your head snapped up as you heard the jingle of her keys in the door, sat curled up on the lounge with a book in your lap. you frowned when she didn't even call out that she was home like she normally would, only slipping off her trainers and closing the door after her.

"hi love." she greeted you with a tired smile, making no move toward you and instead heading upstairs toward your bedroom with her bag slung over her shoulder.

you sat for a second, internally debating if you followed her or not, eventually deciding you would as you marked your page in your book and placed it down on the coffee table. you jogged upstairs and found the blonde in your shared bedroom, riffling through her kit bag.

"what's a girl gotta do for a kiss hello?" you started lightly, poking at your girlfriend who turned toward you. "sorry, hi." alessia simply pecked your lips before turning back to her kit bag, separating the clean clothes from the dirty and you frowned at the lackluster show of affection.

"you alright?" you asked quietly, moving to place your hand on top of hers and giving her a look of concern as she glanced to you. "i'm fine, just exhausted." she answered shortly, pulling her hand away and bundling her dirty clothes up in her arms, heading toward the laundry.

"did training run late? i know the derbys this weekend and they can sometimes push you harder leading up to it." you followed, pushing yourself up to sit on top of the dryer as the taller girl began to put on a load of washing.

"no, training was fine." she murmured quietly and you let an awkward silence fall between the two of you, waiting to see if she'd make any efforts to further the conversation.

"did you do something afterwards then?" you pressed, not missing the way the girl tensed up at the question. "uh just got coffee with tooney, we caught up with jill at box2box." she answered, refusing to look up or meet your eye which sent further alarm bells ringing through your head that you tried to shut off.

"you should have told me babe i wasn't doing anything." you continued, nudging her with your foot and frowning as she pushed it away. "we don't have to do everything together, it's good to have separate friends and hobbies." the blonde replied somewhat bluntly, squatting down to fiddle with the settings of the washer.

"oh, yeah i guess you're right." you tried to mask the hurt in your voice at the comment which was incredibly out of character for the striker, the two of you normally going out of your way to do everything together, forever joking there wasn't something you couldn't turn into a two person job.

"i'll go start dinner then." you stated quietly, trying to hide the red flush of embarrassment that sat on your cheeks from the thought that your girlfriend might think you were clingy. trying to silence the doubts and insecurities which flew through your head at just a simple comment.

though glancing upward and seeing the obvious discomfort on your face guilt flooded your girlfriends features and she quickly straightened, moving to stand in between your legs, stopping you from getting down from where you sat atop the dryer.

"hey that was really rude of me to say baby i'm so sorry. i didn't mean it like that i promise, i love spending time with you." she cupped your face, pressing a much more sincere kiss to your lips and mumbling a soft i love you against them.

"its okay, you're not wrong. it isn't unhealthy to do some stuff separately." you forced a smile, still feeling a little uneasy at this piling on top of your previous worries about her frequented disappearances.

"i really am sorry gorgeous, i'm just tired and didn't think before i spoke. i missed you." she pulled you into a tight hug, the taller girl resting her chin on your shoulder and gently moving your arms to wrap around her. "i missed you too." you replied softly, sighing into her shoulder before the two of you broke apart.

"less, you'd tell me if anything was up with us right?" you asked hesitantly, the blondes eyebrows knitted into a frown as you did, both from the use of her common nickname which you rarely resorted to, much preferring more tender and sweet terms like baby or angel, and from the content of the actual question.

"of course i would baby. why?" alessia asked in return, worry seeping quickly into her bones as you shook your head. "nothing, it's silly. i'll go start dinner!" you forced another smile and tried to get down but the striker stopped you.

"hey, where's this coming from? talk to me." the blonde encouraged softly, grabbing your hands in hers and running her thumbs tenderly over your knuckles. "just drop it less, like i said it's silly, nothing even." you assured but it was to no avail as her blue eyes pierced into yours, waiting for you to explain.

"it really is nothing baby, you just didn't tell me you had plans with ella so i didn't know where you were after training and you didn't answer your phone and i just got a little worried." you spoke quickly in explanation, fiddling with one of your girlfriends rings as her hands still remained connected with yours.

"oh love, i thought i told you this morning i'd be back late. i'm sorry for worrying you, and i'm sorry i didn't include you in the plan in the first place." your blonde lover apologized sincerely and you nodded in acceptance toward her words.

"if it makes you feel any better jill and ella pretty much spent the whole time teasing me about how in love with you i am, apparently i talk too much about you at training!" the blonde rolled her eyes playfully before peppering all over your face with kisses, grinning as you finally laughed and sent her a proper smile, kicking her away.

"come on, i don't think i can be bothered to cook and clean honestly. get a chinese, cuddles and a movie?" your girlfriend asked hopefully and you eagerly agreed, squealing as she picked you up off the dryer, hands sitting securely under your thighs as she walked the two of you downstairs, seemingly much more herself than before.

but despite the reassurance you still couldn't shake the small voice of doubt sat firmly in the back of your mind.

~

it wasn't till days later, match day to be exact, did those voices get louder.

"oi oi if it isn't the future mrs russo!" you heard a familiar voice tease as you stood waiting for your girlfriend to change and come and meet you, leaning against the door of her car. "hello mrs bunney!" you teased back with a grin, the brunette gasping and smacking your shoulder as she joined you.

"he's gonna be the future mr toone actually thank you, if he's so lucky!" ella flipped her hair over her shoulder dramatically making you laugh. "when do you propose then? should we go ring shopping?" you mocked, the girl dropping her bag to the ground and playfully shoving you, the two of you catching up for awhile.

"so i heard you and less caught up with dear jill scott the other day, surprised i didn't see her here flying the man city flag high and yelling insults. how is she?" you made the mistake of asking, ellas face scrunching in confusion at your words.

"eh? when?" ella asked with a frown and now you were the one to look confused. "wednesday after training. less said she was late home cause the two of you got coffee and caught up with jill?" you questioned, your heart leaping into your throat as ella shook her head.

"nah man wednesdays date night for me and bunny." ella explained and suddenly it was as if your world came crashing down, the repeated excuses of going for a run with ella or a coffee with ella or a kick around with ella on wednesdays flowing through your head.

"hey, you alright?" ella asked softly, grabbing your arms as you locked eyes with her, nodding as you spotted alessia making her way toward the two of you. "yeah fine, maybe she just got mixed up." you forced a smile as ella nodded slowly, alessia arriving and throwing her arms over both your shoulders.

"ah my favourite girl, and you're here too babe." the blonde teased, the jab which normally would only be met with a playful roll of your eyes and a ribbing hit back toward her from you. though this time you shoved her arm off, quickly moving around to the passenger side of the car and slipping inside.

alessia frowned at your moody response and looked to ella with a raised eyebrow who shook her head, mumbling she needed to go and legging it away toward her own car. "what was that?" your girlfriend asked as soon as she closed her door, eyes burning holes into the side of your head.

"you lied." was all you responded sharply, only confusing the blonde across from you who awaited a further explanation, which didn't arrive. "when?" she questioned again, turning her body in her seat to face you more, keys laying dormant in her lap as the carpark cleared, her white mercedes now one of the only vehicles left in the lot.

"you told me you were home late from training because you got coffee with ella, you didn't." you again responded quickly and bluntly, not missing the guilt which flickered across your girlfriends face as you did.

"baby-" "don't." you warned her seriously, now turning to face the blonde properly as you readied yourself, more upset with her than you could ever remember being.

she'd never lied to you before, and you hated lies.

"you spun me some lovely story about seeing jill and being teased for how much you love me and how much you gush over me at training. all bullshit! why? where were you really?" you asked seriously, doing your best not to raise your voice despite your growing frustrations.

"my love-" "don't alessia. where were you?" the blonde winced at the use of her name, biting her tongue as not to beg you call her anything but that. "it doesn't matter, i shouldn't have lied."

"no you shouldn't have! and it does matter, it matters to me. you know i hate lying and if it doesn't matter to you then it can't be that big. so tell me, where were you?" you asked firmly, the blonde only sighing and refusing to meet your eyes, drumming her fingers nervously on the steering wheel.

"well? where were you?" you questioned again, a little louder this time and only met with silence, a pained look on your girlfriends face causing your stomach to drop.

"alessia are you cheating on me?" you eventually whispered out, the anger seeping from your body replaced with a crippling worry as you finally voiced the insecurities which had been plaguing your mind for weeks now.

"am i what? baby no, never. i promise!!" the taller girls head snapped immediately toward you and she scrambled to grab your hands which you promptly tugged away, tucking them in your own lap.

"why would you say that? why would you even think that?" alessia whispered in disbelief, the shock not having cleared from her face.

"well lately you seem to be coming and going a lot and without much explanation why, and always at weird times. you come back sweaty and in different clothes, and i know ella see's joe on a wednesday so all those times you used her as a scapegoat when it was that day, were obviously more lies." you explained quietly, looking out the window instead of at her, unable to stand the look of hurt visibly evident on the taller girls face.

"i can explain all of that, but i promise on everything i am not cheating on you. i love you so much that it hurts and i would never ever take that for granted, you're the best thing in my life." alessia rambled, reaching out again for your hand as you only shrunk away from her and the blonde deflated.

"well go on then." "what?" "you said you can explain all of that, explain then." "can we just drop it? but i promise its not cheating."

"just drop it?" your head snapped toward your girlfriend who paled at her poor choice of words which had clearly upset you further. "you don't get to lie and make me empty promises and then not explain yourself alessia." you warned, trying to open her door as the girl quickly locked them.

"let me out." "no." "explain then!" "no." "alessia you better let me out of this car or i swear to god-" "okay fine! just stop calling me alessia." "explain then...alessia."

"you have to promise you won't laugh." your girlfriend warned seriously and the anger present in your features melted at her choice of words, replaced instead with confusion.

"promise!" alessia stated firmly again, holding up her pinky as you gave her a look of disbelief. "baby! promise me." alessia warned and you rolled your eyes but linked your pinkies none the less and mumbled you promised.

"oh god." alessia sunk down into her seat, dragging her hands down her face with a troubled sigh. "i've been taking dance classes." she mumbled into her hands as she buried her face in them and you frowned, assuming you'd heard her incorrectly.

"pardon?" "i've been taking dance classes." "dance classes?"

"yes! in secret, every wednesday at five thirty. but i'm so bad at it that i've been getting some extra help from the teacher when he's free. who is a flamboyantly gay man by the way!" she was quick to add in, aware of how this could come across.

"you've been taking....dance classes." "yes." "why?" "well i read an article that said it helps athletes with their performance, helps them loosen up their bodies as well as shape and tone, and with the world cup incoming i have to be at my best." "what sort of dance helps with football?" "...street dance."

"like...hip hop? popping and locking and all that?" you bit down on your bottom lip to stop the grin which so badly wanted to take over your face as the blonde nodded.

"yeah. but don't laugh! you promised." alessia warned seriously, though biting the inside of her cheek to stop her own smile from spreading.

"so instead of just telling me about this, you kept it hidden and we had to have our first proper row and i had to think you were cheating on me to finally find out." you sighed as alessias face turned guilty once again and she slowly nodded.

"oh less." you shook your head in slight amusement, the blonde apologizing over and over as she grabbed your hands, sighing in relief when you finally let her take them.

"i guess taking street dance classes is probably more embarrassing than cheating anyway." you commented casually, shock and offence flashing across the older girls face as you eventually gave in, letting laughter wrack at your body.

"you promised you wouldn't laugh!" alessia whined with a pout, though seeing the clear humor in the situation she eventually joined in, the car filled with the symphony of your laughter, both of you clutching at your stomachs and wiping tears from your eyes.

"lessi baby you are such a dope."

~

you eventually filled ella in on what happened, the brunette insisting that you come clean about what happened with the coffee shop lie, alessia was unimpressed but understood she was in the wrong.

though that didn't stop her from refusing to let either one of you go to class with her, or reveal anything else about them, changing the subject anytime it came up or distracting you with a cheeky hickey or her tongue down your throat anytime you pressed the issue.

which is how you'd ended up here, it was a chilly wednesday afternoon and you were crammed into ellas car with the seats leant all the way back, the two of you peering at your girlfriend as she parked, locking her car and heading into the dance studio.

"tooney i don't know about this! it feels wrong." you stressed, fiddling with the strings of your hoodie as the head of blonde hair disapeared inside and ella commanded you both sit up and get out of the car.

"oh don't go mushy and moral on me now man, come on!" ella shot out of the car and you groaned quietly but followed none the less, the two of you hurrying across the car park toward the studio, crouching down by the window as the room inside pulsed from the bass of the music blasting out of it.

"okay on three we look, but we have to be subtle. she can't know we were here!" ella commanded and you nodded firmly, the girl counting down on her fingers before the two of you popped your heads up, peering over the edge of the window.

you both exchanged a look of shock watching alessia dance along to the beat with the class.

well...try to dance.

the poor girl flung her long limbs around and did her best not to fall at the eratic movement, rolling her body and popping her hips terribly out of beat as she tried to keep up with the rest of the class.

as the blonde tripped over herself and went tumbling to the floor tooney let out a sudden loud boom of laughter, your face paling as she smacked her hand over her mouth and the two of you ducked down.

though not before the older blonde had spotted the two of you, hurrying to her feet and mumbling an apology as the class resumed and she burst out of the studio doors, looking around before her eyes locked in on the two of you and narrowed.

"shit we made it angry. go!" ella grabbed you as the two of you jumped to your feet and sprinted away, alessia charging after you with a yell, her long legs meaning she came closer and closer as you and ella neared her car at the other end of the lot.

"tooney save yourself man!" you yelled out dramatically as your girlfriend caught you, tanned arms wrapping you around you and trapping you in their strong hold.

"i'll never forget your sacrifice!" the brunette saluted and wiped away fake tears, diving into her car and peeling out of the lot, yelling out she'd see alessia at training tomorrow before she zoomed away.

"hello footloose." you teased, tilting your head back to look up at your girlfriend who glowered down at you with a glare. "i hope that was worth it, because now i am going to kill you." you laughed as the taller girl dragged you with her toward her car, already deciding she wasn't going back to class today.

"tooney will make sure the police find out who did it." "my best friend? i'm sure i can sway her to take my side as an alibi." "okay ouch." "plus, no body no crime. i'm gonna drown you in the river babygirl."

~

"okay my love lets just start off slow. finding the beat and following the rhythm." you instructed softly, you and alessia stood facing one another in the living room, having moved some furniture around so the space was more clear.

with much persistence you'd managed to convince her to let you help her with her dancing, the poor girls private lessons only furthering her embarrassment as they did very little to help her keep up in class.

so once she'd told you she was going to quit you took matters into your own hands to stop that happening, and here you were.

clicking play on the music you started to move your body from side to side with the beat, clicking along as you did so, alessia watching you intently before you encouraged her to join in.

"see? just relax baby, stop thinking about it so hard and just....move."

it was around two hours later but you'd already made progress, you stood up on the lounge clapping along to the beat as your girlfriend rolled her body along and started to finally get a hold over the routine.

"yes! see you're doing it!" you cheered her on excitedly as she finally made it all the way through without tripping over. "okay now freestyle, remember what i said no thinking, just move." you ordered as the song changed and you continued to clap along to the beat.

"go lessi, go lessi, go lessi, go lessi." you chanted over and over as your girlfriend danced around the room, spurred on by your encouragement.

"baby you did it!" you yelled happily as the song ended and you launched yourself at her from the lounge, the taller girl catching you in her arms as you pressed your lips to hers, her hands squeezing your thighs as your legs wrapped around her.

"hey where are you going? we're not done yet you only did the routine all the way through once!" you laughed and pulled away as she began to walk the two of you towards the stairs.

"well tesoro i think this has been so successful that we need to continue this little private lesson in the bedroom."

[obsessedelusional]

In Your Dreams

parings ✦ Eddie x Reader

summary ✦ Eddie was your childhood best friend. What happens when he was a dirty dream about you? Will it tear you apart or bring you two closer? contains smut

authors note ✦ I keep saying this but I appreciate all the love, my latest one shot has almost 1k notes like wtf???? I’m nearly at 100 followers it’s fucking crazy omg a week ago I posted something to test the waters and now I’m addicted to writing for y’all. Someone sent me a request like what? that’s so cool. hope you enjoy this let me know!! Cuz I’m just getting started I have so many ideas. feedback and reblogs appreciated <3

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“What the hell was that?” Eddie groans looking down at his morning hard on. The details of the dream he had replaying in his mind, over and over again. He just had a sex dream about his best friend.

Eddie still remember the day you moved to Hawkins. You were so young, moving into a trailer a few spots down from him. Eddie was only nine years old and was ecstatic when he found out there was a kid moving just down the street. He was surprised when he found out you were actually a little girl but that never changed anything. Didn’t take very long for you two to become best friends.

Never once had he thought about you in any way but platonic. Sure he knew you were beautiful. He also definitely noticed when your breast started to grow in junior high but tried his best not to stare. Even when Jeff and Gareth were gawking at you, whispering behind your back. Eddie always telling them to shut the fuck up.

So when Eddie woke up from a dream he remembered so vividly, the dream where he was balls deep in someones pussy. Only to look up and it was you, smiling down at Eddie. The worst part is he enjoyed it even more when he realized it was you. The sound of his alarm had woke him up from the wet dream.

He thought for a moment about rubbing it out but deciding that’d be too weird. Stroking his cock while thinking of his best friend. Instead letting himself suffer, giving him self blue balls.

Eddie’s been giving you rides to school ever since he saved up enough money to purchase the van. Something you’ve done hundreds of times. This morning it felt different, Eddie wasn’t nearly as friendly as he normally was.

“Hey Teddy.” You smile, climbing into the passenger seat. Calling him the nickname he pretended to hate but you knew he secretly loved it.

“Hey,” he says flatly, not daring to look your direction.

“Everything okay?” You ask, concerned.

“Yeah I’m fine.” He finally looks your way and gives you a not so reassuring smile. Only for you to notice he’s shoots a glance to your chest. He notices you noticing and scrambles to start the car. What the fuck was that?

The drive was filled with silence, not a word said between you two. The tension thick enough you could cut it with a knife. Pulling up to school Eddie gets out without saying a word, leaving you in the car alone.

Your mind starts to race, trying to remember what you could of possibly done to make him so short with you. Also what was that about, he was definitely checking your tits out. You look down at your cleavage, it’s not anything more then it usually was. Eddie’s seen you in less and never let his eyes wonder.

—

The first half of the school day was absolutely miserable for Eddie. Normally couldn’t focus in class but today it was ten times worse. The mental image of your chest bouncing in his face as you rode his cock, heavy on his mind. Walking from class to class, book covering his boner.

He felt terrible for being so short with you but when he did look your way he was most definitely checking you out. Which you noticed so he freaked out and drove off, not saying a single word to you. Even leaving you alone in his van. He cursed himself for being so rude knowing he’d have to see you at lunch, the meeting tonight and when he gives you a ride home. Thinking to himself, ‘I could give her something else to ride’ before pushing the thoughts away as quick as they came.

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When lunch finally rolls around, your a little late but you make your way to the lunch table. You’ve sat here hundreds of times, only this time Eddie was no where to be seen. Your sat next to Jeff, quiet which was strange for you.

“Everything ok?” Jeff asks, noticing the change in your behavior and the absence of Eddie.

“I dunno, Eddie was really weird this morning.”

“How so?”

“So short with me. Haven’t seen him since, I feel like he’s avoiding me. I saw he yesterday and everything was okay. Suddenly this morning he can’t stand to be near me.”

You sigh frustrated, “Do you know what his deal is?”

“Never know with that dude.” He laughs, obviously not taking this as seriously as you.

“Where even is he? We always have lunch together at this table.”

“I have no idea.”

“He’ll have no choice but to face me at tonight’s meeting.” You groan annoyed, standing up deciding to head to class early. No reason to sit here and let your mind race with the worst possible outcomes.

-

“Yo Eddie what’s your deal?” Jeff asks walking into the drama room. Eddie is busy setting up for DND.

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve been totally M.I.A today dude. Stressing y/n out.” Jeff says, plopping down in his regular seat.

“Nothing. It’s stupid. I’ll get over it.” He mumbles to him self as the rest of the guys start to pile in.

“She totally likes you, don’t give her the cold shoulder dude.” Eddie looks at Jeff more confused then ever.

“Wait what? There’s no way.”

“Dude be so fucking for real right now. I know your a little slow but it’s so apparent.” Jeff laughs.

“What? Y’all talking about Y/Ns undying love for Eddie?” Dustin chimes in, laughing with Jeff.

“You guys don’t know what your talking about.” Eddie says matter of factly.

“What are you guys talking about?” You ask startling Eddie. None of them had noticed your arrival.

“Nothing.” Eddie spits out. Against your better judgement you take a seat next to him. You sat next to him every time, so what makes today any different. That’s until you realize all eyes are on you.

“Just tell me.” You whine, curious what you interrupted. Wondering if it has to do with why Eddie’s acting so weird today.

“Just talking about how you have a giant crush on Munson.” Gareth laughs, everyone shoots him a ‘why the fuck did you say that’ type of look.

“In your dreams.” You tease, laughing because they’re right and now your embarrassed. Your attention goes to Eddie trying to gauge his reaction but his eyes go wide. Can’t even look your way. He stands up and runs out of the room, leaving you behind with the guys staring at you.

“Gareth why would say that?” You say before leaving the room to follow Eddie. Knowing that things will probably never be the same.

“Eddie wait!” You yell as your catching up to his van, where’s he’s sat inside. Just as your about to let yourself in he locks the doors from the inside.

“What the fuck Eddie? Why are you avoiding me?” He turns the key in the ignition like he’s going to leave.

“I swear to god Eddie if you leave me I will show up at your house, break your fucking door down. You will have to talk to me sooner or later.” He sighs giving up and shutting the car off before unlocking the door so you can get in. You sit in silence for a few moments unsure of what to say.

“Is this about what Gareth said?” You speak up. Eddie’s looking out the window, his body language is stiff.

“Did I do something? Whatever I did I’m sorry I hate whatever this is. This has been the worst day ever.” Eddie’s heart aches knowing that your so torn up because he’s too scared to look at you after the dirty dream he had. Awakening feelings he didn’t know he had. Wondering if they’ve always been there just too afraid to act on them because he never wants to lose you.

“No you didn’t do anything.” He finally speaks up.

“Then what is it?” Silence fills the air again.

“You know you can tell me anything, Eddie.”

“I’m terrified.” He says his voice low and shaky.

“Of what Eddie?”

“That if I say what I’m thinking I’m going to say. You’re gonna run away. I can’t lose you.”

“You’re never gonna lose me. Just spit it out.” Eddie’s hands cover her face before he lets out a large sigh.

“I had a dream about you.”

“What were we doing?” You ask, curiously.

“We were uhhh,” his voice trails off. Now you need to know what this dream consisted of. You have an idea.

“Say it.”

“We were fucking.” He finally says hands still shielding his face.

“How did that make you feel?” You ask, scooting closer.

“I liked it. Probably liked it too much. Then when Gareth opened his fat fucking mouth you said in your dreams, I lost it like fuck she has to know. How the fuck did you know?” He whines, removing his hands so he can finally face you.

“I didn’t.” You laugh.

“I’ve been avoiding you because I can’t stop reliving the dream in my mind, walking around with a boner all fucking day.” You look to his crotch and there is a tent in his jeans. It turns you on thinking you’ve caused Eddie all this torture today.

“I bet the real life thing is ten times better.”

“What?” Eddie asks.

“Maybe we can make your dream a reality. Just an idea.” You shrug your shoulders, trying so hard to read Eddie’s response.

“Are you being serious?” He questions.

“What exactly were we doing?” Eddie’s dick twitches thinking about his dream for the millionth time today. Excited because it might become true.

“You were on top.”

“On top of what?” You ask innocently, wanting to hear all the details.

“Me. You we’re riding me, your tits bouncing in my face.” His voice is shaky and you’re enjoying it.

“Is that why I caught you staring at my cleavage today?” Eddie nods yes like he’s to ashamed to admit out loud.

“It’s okay, you can look. You can even touch if you want.” Eddie looks but it’s not nearly enough for you.

“Can I kiss you?” He nods yes again and you waste no time, kissing his lips. Eddie’s hesitant but that quickly fades when you guide his hand under your shirt, he cups your breast. You take the opportunity to explore the tent in his jeans, palming his dick through his jeans. He lets out a small moan so you pull away from the kiss.

“Did you like that?” You ask hand still on his groin.

“Yeah.”

“I can make you feel so good. You want that?” You ask, still palming his cock through his jeans. Eddie moans yes, so you lead him to the back of his van.

“Here?” He asks, getting comfortable.

“Yeah we’ll just have to keep it down.” You grin sitting between his legs pulling the waist of jeans down along with his underwear. Revealing his large throbbing dick, pre cum sitting on his tip.

“Where the fuck have you been hiding this?” You start pumping his cock, watching the pleasure flood his face. Small whimpers leaving his mouth.

“So good,” he whines.

“I bet. Walking around all day long hard because of me? No way to release it.” He nods as your lips meet with the tip of his penis before swallowing as much as you can. Your tongue moving as you go up and down. You hand playing with his balls. You look up and through your lashes you can see Eddie unfolding in front of you. His moans fill the van, not being quiet at all. Eddie starts pushing down on the back of your head, forcing you to gag on his dick. Tears start to fill your eyes. You can feel the pool growing in your panties.

You push against his hands to catch your breath, spitting all saliva that’s built up onto his dick. Going back down on him, this time pushing your own limits. Making your self gag on his giant cock.

“If you don’t stop I’m gonna cum,” Eddie speaks panting. You stop what you’re doing and start taking your shorts and panties off, aligning your entrance with his cock.

“You weren’t wearing a shirt,”

“What?” You ask confused.

“In my dream.” You laugh before ripping it off throwing it to the side. Eddie’s eyes gawk at your exposed tits, even bigger and better than he had imagined. You grab his hand, leading it so he can feel how wet your cunt is.

“See how wet you make me.” You moan as he explores your pussy, fingers sliding through your lips before making slow circles on your clit.

“It’s about you today. Making your dreams come true, Teddy.” He helps you line up his dick with your hole. You slowly drop onto it, enveloping his whole cock with your warm wet pussy.

“Fuck.” Both of you are moaning. You move your hips back and forward, Eddie’s hands find you hips, guiding you. His dick fills you up perfectly. You’ve never felt so full. It’s like his dick was made for your pussy.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Eddie whines.

“Everything you’ve ever dreamt of?”

“Yes,” he moans, you drop to his level still riding him so you can kiss him intensely. You’re sweating, it’s hot as fuck in this van. The windows fogging up. The thought of possibly being caught turning you both on more. You pull away so you can pick up your pace. Eddie’s hands find their way to your boobs, squeezing tightly.

“I’m so close,” he says.

“Cum inside me.” You purr sending Eddie over the edge. His warm cum shoots inside you, you ride out his high slowing down.

You lay down next to him, breathing heavily. You two take a moment to catch your breaths. Trying to wrap your mind around what just happened and what would happen after this. You two could never go back to just being friends.

“I feel terrible.” You whip your head towards him.

“I just sucked your dick and then rode it till you came inside me and you feel terrible?” Anger threatening to come out in your voice.

“It was amazing. I just so caught up in it I didn’t make you finish.”

“I said today was about you. Making your dream come true. It can be all about me next time.” You laugh.

“Next time?” He asks.

“If you want that.”

“I definitely want that.”

“Good.” You smile kissing him one more time.

—

“What happened? Where did you guys go?” Jeff asks as you two sheepishly rejoin them in the drama room.

“We talked it out,” Eddie says sitting down. More like fucked it out but whatever.

“Just made his dream come true.” You laugh, Eddie shoots you a look.

“What?” Jeff asks.

“Ignore her.” Eddie demands and everyone goes back to playing DND. Eddie and you spend the whole game eye fucking each other. Counting down the minutes till you’d have him alone again, him doing the same.

[roadkillremi]

SEQUEL to - Please, Don't kill me, Mr.Ghostface

Randy Meeks x Fem!Reader

Masterlist Part 2 on Masterlist

Warnings : mentions Sex, language, mentions dying, mentions Killing, Reader has hallucinations (If I miss anything let me know)

I do NOT support killing

Summary : After the 1996 Woods borrow murders, will you move on? Attending college with some old friends and making new ones. Your past stalking you at times making everything difficult.

"Can you tell me what you were thinking when he was going to kill your friends?"

The clocked ticked loudly on the wall, you fidgeted picking your nails.

"Disgusted, trapped, with myself to be exact. If I didn't say anything I'd get hurt. If I did if get hurt. There's nothing I could do about it."

She nodded scrabbling on the notebook paper.

"And it's said you stabbed Billy Loomis 17 times. Is that correct?"

"I didn't count. I just... Did it. It was either that or die."

"I know."

"I don't wanna talk about Billy." You looked out the window not being able to face her.

"Let's talk about your visions then.".

You nodded still looking out the window with a soft gaze.

"I got a call from your Aunt. She said according to the teacher you started yelling in class. Cause you saw... Them.".

You nodded, "Yes."

"They're dead they can't hurt you."

"I know. But nightmares can't die."

She sighed, "You're suffering from PTSD, it's not strange to suffer after a traumatic event. Sydney, Randy, and Gale are doing fine. Sydneys getting through it maybe you can talk to her-"

"Sydney's rich and popular. She has the ability... To be loved easily."

"You don't know Sydney's life-"

"But I know mine!" You turned to her.

"Tell me about school."

"People look at me like I'm a zombie or something. I mean since someone died the exams aren't a big deal... People think I'm a killer... Ever since Gale... Did a short read of her upcoming book..."

"Self defense is not murder."

"Yes, I know! Still hurts. The only reason I got into college is because of being a victim. I don't even know what to major in."

"Don't you like movies? Major in directing."

"that's Randy's thing. I love movies, but I don't wanna make them."

"just come up with a list and think it through. How's your sleeping been?"

You looked down at your lap, "It's hard to sleep. I have bad dreams and wake up.".

"have you tried a-"

"Routine. Yes. Sometimes Randy spends the night."

She raised her eyebrow, "Not like that!".

"Mhm." She wrote something down.

"Do you think im a killer?" You looked at her deeply. She looked up at you and didn't speak for a moment.

"I think you're an angry child with a rough past seeking the love you didn't have."

"That wasn't my question."

"No, you're not a killer."

"You hesitated."

"This isn't about me. Its about you."

Silence filled the room back up again.

"I'm scared I'll kill again."

You folded your graphic tees into a box. Music played in the background as you packed up. The last week you've been packing for college. Surprisingly Sydney asked to be roommates, you said yes.

Your room was almost empty now, you sat on your bed.

"Finally running away from here?"

Billy appeared next to you, he leaned down to see your face.

"You're not real."

"I'm real to you."

You didn't look towards him, you closed your eyes trying to focus on breathing.

"You can't shut me out!" He yelled.

"Go away, Billy!" You yelled back. Your Aunt rushed in at the sound of you yelling.

"Everything alright?"

"Yeah, just a nightmare." You stood up.

"Okay. Well Randy called, he's on his way. So get ready to pack up his car." She gave a pathetic smile and walked away. You sighed putting shoes on before taking boxes near the front door. Randy pulled up walking in the house, ever since the killing he seemed to peak. He had more muscle and wore shirts that showed it, he even grew out a small beard. He wasn't the only thing that change in the summer though.

People around you took note about how you seemed more free than usual. You got to dress in clothes without Billy saying you looked whorish. Not only that but you randy had sex, a lot. In his car, in your room, even at his work. There was of course close calls but nothing to serious. He got better at sex the more you two did it. Sometimes it was passionate and loving, others were more rough and animalistic.

"God, I'm not gonna have room for all this!" Randy exclaimed mentioning the boxes. You rolled your eyes, "It's everything, clothes, bedding, school supplies, all of it.".

Randy grabbed a box letting out a small huff. You patted his back, "you got this.".

"You better help that boy!" Your Aunt yelled out.

"Yeah!" Randy mocked smiling. You grabbed a box following him to the car. The trunk had all of Randy's bags stuffed into there. He placed the boxes in the back seat. You huffed back and forth between the car and the house.

"That's all of them!" You yelled out to Randy. He slammed the car door shut, "Thank God!" He cried over dramatically.

Your Aunt hugged you tightly sniffling, "Call when you can. Stay safe.".

"I will, I love you." You hugged her back tightly.

Months later

You banged on Randy's door, "Randy Meeks! Get your ass up!". He got drunk with his roommate, Paul last night. He called you slurring his words telling you how much he loves you. He opened the door, "Sorry, I was getting dress!".

"You look like shit." You laughed. His hair a bit messy and bags under his eyes.

"You look amazing too, darling" he said in a British accent.

You walked to class with him holding his hand. Some girls snickered at you as you passed them. Randy glanced at them, "What's their problem?".

"Don't worry about it. You know how some women are, don't grow out of the popularity in high school." You sighed.

"Pfft, yeah tell me about it." He said leaning close to your ear. His hot breath tickling the side of your face.

A frisbee passed by in front of you two, "Couldn't have caught it?! Dick.." some guy said running after it.

"See?" Randy gestured. You rolled your eyes, "Come on Mr.Meeks we have a film class to get to!".

"You know how I get when you call me that." He joked. You jokingly gave him a look, "You'll just have to rub it out in the bathroom.". He smiled hugging you from behind picking you up a bit.

"Or I could fuck you when Paul's gone"

You laughed tapping his arm to let you go. "Poor Paul needs a break from us pounding like dogs in there." You said walking into the building. Randy caught up with you, "Well this dogs ready to pounce.". He sprayed mouth spray in his mouth winking at you.

[hx4x4enthusiast]

Cybertronians meet the bloody Mary

Words: 2090

Optimus Prime x gender-neutral reader x Ratchet

Fluff/Comfort

Notice: This is a comfort fic for people with a uterus, suffering through their menstrual cycle. Meaning blood, function and structure of the uterus will be mentioned/explained.

I use Bloody Mary a lot in this fic not cause I am ashamed of having a period but more so because I found it funny to give it a name. Also not everyone’s period goes the same way so your period experience may differ from person to person.

This was a request from @theemoteam5994, that I was more than happy to write.

It was a pretty standard Friday evening I was sitting on the couch next to Miko reading a new book, I just got. Ratchet was working on the control panels recalibrating the ground bridge, Optimus stood at his control panel writing the report of the last mission for agent Fowler meanwhile Bulkhead repaired the lob ball. Jack had work, Raphael was out of country visiting family, which led Bumblebee and Arcee to drive patrol today. Resulting in Miko and me to hanging out alone. Which was fine it was a nice to not do anything for once.

Unexpected I started to feel something damp my pants, or to be precise my underwear. Oh, you gotta be kidding me. Mentally counting the days back since the last time, it happened and concluding that it had been indeed a month now, a defeated sigh escaped my lips. Which in turn made Miko turned to me in confusion.

“Whoa you good, what’s with the defeated sigh you sound like me when we are about to write a test.”

“Miko please just shut up and let me suffer in silence and desperation.”

“Yeesh since when are you so grumpy.”

“Since the high and mighty royal majesty, the bloody Mary decided to show up.”

“Ah Dave decided to visit.”

That caused me to raise a brow at Miko, to which she gave me a smile.

“Dave? Do I want to know.”

“You know that one sound “God, fucking damnit Dave, there goes the last shit I ever gave.”

“Omg, that’s genius.”

“Yes, it’s hilarious when you’re having period pain and just scream fucking Dave.”

“Oh man, Miko you’re a genius. By the way do you have tampons or a pad? I forgot my period bag.”

“Oh, shit did you just get it?”

“Yeah, and I would like to not have to explain to gigantic alien why my pants are red and what the menstrual cycle is.”

“Haha, understandable, I really wouldn’t want to explain what’s going on down there to Bulky.”

Giggling to each other, I’m forced to double over as a sharp pain shoot through my lower abdomen, causing a hiss of pain to escape me.

“Man, is your period always like that? It looks really painful. I mean my crams hurt to, but they are at least somewhat manageable.”

“Unfortunately, yes the problem with these I have to physically double over and can’t ignore them like the others.”

“That sucks. How about you go put on a pad or tampon or both and I call June if she can bring painkillers for you..”

“Oh my god Miko you’re a saint thanks.”

“No prob. The bag is in my front pocket underneath my slash monkey cd.”

Gratefully I go over to her bag as Miko makes her way to the medbay to find June. Finding the small cotton bag I take it out, zip Mikos bag back up and move hurriedly to the washrooms. Oh my god there is nothing more uncomfortable than sitting in a puddle of your own blood.

Coming back into the main hangar I moved towards the designated “human area” as Ratchet so lovingly nicknamed it. Miko was the first to notice my return and waved, as I climbed the stairs up. She intercepted me as I reached the stairs, I wordlessly gave her the little bag back, before she bend over and started whispering.

“Hey I called June and she said she bring some Aspirins and a few heating pads.”

“God I love that women, and you, bless you.”

“Yeah try to remember that the next time I go through the ground bridge.”

“Different issue Miko.”

“Ugh, well whatever, June said she bring the supplies when she picks up Jack after his shift.”

“Why does Nurse Darby have to bring painkillers and heating pads, and would you be so kind as to tell me why you didn’t think to inform me that you are unwell.”

Simultaneous Miko and I froze up as the very distinct sarcastic and very much unamused voice of the resident medic, rang from behind us. Turning around we were confronted with a very pissed of looking Ratchet.

“Ok you look like you can handle this right well my part is done, HEY BULKY LET’S GO DUNE BASHING.”

Miko didn’t hesitate to leave me alone and run up to the railing jumping onto her guardians servo as he immediately transformed around her and proceeded to race out of the base. Sharing his charges unwillingness to become a target of Ratchets anger. Left alone under Ratchets piercing gaze, I do my best to avoid eye contact.

“So, are you inclined to tell me now why you didn’t think it necessary to come to me for medical attention.”

“Oh uhm it’s really not that big of a deal.”

“If I didn’t treat every one that said “oh, that’s not that big of a deal” this entire team would be dead by now. So unless you miraculously became doctor you com to me with any kind of medical issue. Did I make myself clear?”

“Ratchet, it’s really none of your concern, I am fine.”

Quiet. It was deadly quiet, you could have heard a pin drop. Ah shit, I fucked up, I fucked up big time. I did the one thing you don’t do, ever. I broke the one rule on the base, crossed the one line even Optimus doesn’t cross. Don’t backtalk Ratchet when it’s about medical decision. Well it was a good life.

“Oh it’s none of my concern is it? My how interesting would you care to elaborate on why that is?”

“I...I I am sorry Ratchet, I didn’t mean it like th-ughnn.”

A sharp pain went trough my lower abdomen forcing me to hug myself as I doubled over. As the pain subsided and I was able to stand upright again, a green light beam went over my body. Looking up I was met with the sight of a very concerned Ratchet and an equally worried Optimus. When did he come over here, weird? I was ripped out of my train of thoughts as a sharp exhale escaped Ratchets vents.

“YOU ARE LOSING BLOOD AS WELL AS PART OF YOUR INNER LINING IS DETIRIOURATING AND YOU RUN AROUND HERE ACTING LIKE EVERYTHING IS FINE.”

“Because it is?”

Apparently, that was not the right or more like best thing to say. I could already see the oncoming triage, Ratchet was going to put me through. Just as he prepared to chew me out and preach his speech on taking proper care of oneself, a big servo landed on his shoulder plate. Optimus gently pulled Ratchet back before coming closer, bending down to my level.

“We are worried about you. Asking for help is nothing to be ashamed about.”

“Hmpf, especially if you lose essential organic fluids.”

“Ah, shit that’s not it’s, aww geez uh scrap how do I explain it.”

“While we both would appreciate an explanation, please don’t feel cornered or forced to please us. Though I do have to ask you to use a different manner of speech.”

“Huh, oh yeah sorry about that big guy. Just give me a minute”

Seeing Optimus giving a nod and even Ratchet, though begrudgingly, give me some space, I take a deep breath. Ok first me being a nervous wreck is not going to help anyone. So deep breaths, everything is fine. It’s not like you are going to have to explain how and what the menstrual cycle is, to gigantic aliens. Man, I sometimes hate my life so much. Letting out a deep sigh I turn around I make my way to the two bots.

“Ok, so first of all, I am ok, I will not bleed out or am sick with a terminal disease. What’s happening to me is a natural process that happens every month for more or less than a week depending on the person. Every person with a uterus goes through this with some exceptions. Yes, that includes June and Miko as well.”

Optimus and Ratchets frames slightly relax, tough confusion is still visible on their faceplates. Well, more on Ratchets than Optimus, though the leader frame is less rigid than before.

“But you are bleeding, isn’t the leaking of blood indication of an injury, do you mean it is natural for humans to injure their uterus every month?”

“What no we aren’t injured.”

“Perhaps it would help us understand better, if you were to explain on how this “menstrual cycle works.”

“OH, uhm sure. First of all the uterus is one of the reproductive organ’s humans have to reproduce. Each month, blood and tissue build up in the uterus to prepare for a fertilized egg in case a woman becomes pregnant. Important humans give live birth to their young not like other animals in eggs. Eggs is simply what we call the cell. If the egg isn't fertilized, that lining leaves the body through the vagina and that is what is called the period.”

Trough the explanation my eyes had driven away from the bots not wanting to see their faces of disgust.

“But then what is the menstrual cylcle? And that still doesn’t understand why you were in pain.”

Confused I look back up at Ratchet as he looked at me expectantly. Switching my point of view to Optimus he carries a similar expression though way more subtle than Ratchets.

“You, you aren’t disgusted?”

“Why would we I mean, its obvious a bit strange due to our different biologys. But so is your entire race.”

“As you explained, your period is a natural occurrence, there is no fault in that.”

“Oh ok.”

“You still haven’t answered my question.”

“Huh? Oh, yeah there are a lot of names for the period, like menstrual cycle, strawberry week.”

“I thank you for the explanation but there is still concern on your earlier episode of pain.”

“Oh yeah uhm, so basically to flush everything out, the uterus contracts itself which can lead to pain. How much pain someone experience is different for everyone. And well mine is sometimes so bad I double over.”

Both bots fall into back into silence, exchanging glances like they were silently communicating. Feeling slightly Causing me to shuffle my feet on the ground. Until Ratchets open servo comes up to me, an invitation to step into it. Confused I look at both Ratchet and Optimus. Sensing my confusion Ratchet responds.

“It is unreasonable to let someone alone when they are in pain, so get on.”

“What, no I am fine, I have dealt with this for the past 6 years on my own.”

“You should be resting.”

“No, I still have things to do I don’t need to rest.”

“Please do understand that we are just worried.”

Damn you Optimus, for making me feel bad about refusing help. Reluctantly I carefully climb onto Ratchets servo. Letting out a satisfied hum, he lifts me up to his chest, curling his digits gently around me. Carefully moving across the base, we go through a corridor I haven’t been in yet, only to land in front of a humongous door trough which Ratchet and Optimus can walk without any problems. Ratchet crosses the room and gently lays me down on the gigantic bed. Before turning around and walking around the bed to the other side before laying down himself.

Meanwhile, Optimus was closing a drawer, holding something I couldn’t make out and moved to join us. He deposited the content of his servo onto the berth near Ratchet. Before I could ask what and why they brought those things, my feet yet again left the ground.

Warmth surrounded me and weirdly a lot of red. Wiggling around I finally found the end of the blanket and looked up, only to be met, with two pairs of kind optics looking down at me.

“What’s all that?”

“We researched that warmth and comfort in the form of affection, food and a comforting environment prove, helpful when dealing with period pains.”

“Wait, you guys searched the internet to help me? Aww that’s so sweet.”

“Hmpf, well we can’t leave you alone in this time of you err, month.”

A smile starts forming, I snuggle back into the blankets happy about being so well cared for. My eyes are starting to feel heavy as a yawn escapes me, exhausted from the day’s events, I don’t fight the sleepiness taking over my body. Safe, warm, and protected by the two gentle guardians on each side of me.

[romanoffsdarling]

Didn’t I (Love You)?

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader // Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader (Past)

Summary: You thought Wanda would be your forever, but everything has its ending. You just never realized that a certain Russian spy would become your new beginning.

Word Count: 5,968

Warnings: Angst, unrequited love (at first), arguing/break up.

Author’s Note: A lot of my one-shots come from listening to various songs on repeat... This is yet another one with the song being Didn’t I by OneRepublic. I hope you all enjoy! (I also hope that the quote I added, for the anon that requested it, is what you had in mind while doing so.)

It’s better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all...

Those words echo through your head on constant repeat as you lay within the dark confines of your room. Your eyes stare, with an unseeing gaze, at the ceiling as you rest on your back with your arm propped underneath your head. You don’t know how long it’s been since it had fallen asleep, but the faint prickles of pain were better than the hollow entity that was now your heart. 

At least it was a hollow entity that fit well within the silence of your room-- darkness forever looming within all the corners-- with only those words, that familiar quote that everyone said, keeping you company. Not that you wanted to have those words stuck within your mind-- you truly didn’t-- but it was the only sentence that was keeping you semi-sane as you tried to fight through the pain the last few days had inflicted upon you. 

Of course, you can’t help but think bitterly. The man who created the quote didn’t know anything. You’d do anything to not have this feeling, to not feel like your entire world was caving in around you. All of the happiness you had felt didn’t correlate to the pain you were now feeling. You just wanted it, and everything else, to be gone. To disappear just like the love apparently had.

With a long-suffering sigh, you finally relinquish your arm from its imprisonment as you flop you head onto the mattress. Your eyes screw shut as the memories continue to plague you; taunting you with the happier moments as your heart relayed the horrible ones. No matter what you did, you couldn’t forget sparkling green eyes, a heart-stopping smile, or waves of auburn hair. 

You couldn’t forget about the love you had felt within her arms. Nor could you forget about the heartbreak that it had caused. 

Maybe you should have realized the impending doom that was about to befall you when you first met her. 

When you had first been introduced to Wanda Maximoff. 

[Past]

“I still don’t understand what use I’m going to be in this meeting, Nat.” It was a complaint that fell on deaf ears-- after all you had repeatedly mentioned that very statement multiple times in the last hour-- but your companion offers you a barely-there smile, amusement dancing through bright green eyes, as she bumps into you. 

“You’re an Avenger, Y/N/N,” Natasha teases gently, her voice soft as you travel through another corridor of SHIELD. How many did there have to be? “It’s imperative that you meet the newest member of our little family.”

Your mouth twists wryly at that. “Family? Really, Nat?” You side eye your best friend, but you were only met with an open earnestness that caused the sardonic retort to wither away on your tongue. Family meant everything to the formidable Black Widow-- contrary to popular belief-- and you knew how much the team was beginning to become to her. So, with a soft sigh, your shoulders hunch. “Fine, I guess I can be a team player for you.”

Her answering grin is all that you could have hoped for as a response. It wasn’t something you saw often-- even being as close as you were with her-- which means that you cherished the moments that you were able to witness it. Especially when you were the direct cause of the expression. 

“Although.” You can’t keep the mirth from your tone at Natasha’s answering sigh. “I would much rather be in the Tower reading a book instead of being surrounded by SHIELD Agents.”

Natasha arches an incredulous brow at that. “I’m a SHIELD Agent, Y/N.” It’s said slowly, as if she was afraid, you’d misunderstand her if she spoke any quicker, but the sparkle in her eyes belies the attempt at being serious. “You’re also a SHIELD Agent.”

Shaking your head, you bump shoulders with her before quickening your step-- knowing full well she’d punch you in the arm for your next words-- as you call over your shoulder. 

“I thought we were Avengers, Tasha. One happy little family, right?”

The answering response in Russian-- that you were fairly certain was a curse-- causes you to break out into a sprint as you truly didn’t wish to be caught within Natasha’s web at the current moment. Feeling, the entire way, your best friend following close behind.

You just hope that you actually remembered where the meeting room was. 

Turns out you didn’t-- as Natasha so kindly pointed out when she easily caught up with you; directing you towards the right path that would lead you both to your destination-- but that also didn’t mean you weren’t still feeling the lightness within your chest. Your best friend had been teasing you the whole way to the room, something she usually refrained from because she wished to keep a certain image within SHIELD, but your mistake had amused her too much to hold back. 

“--How long have you been working here again?” 

At the amused question you tune back into her teasing rant, your eyes meeting glowing green-- a knowing spark causes them to glint even more-- and you try your best to come up with an answer on the spot. 

“I don’t really remember.” You wrack your brain for the right answer. “About five years, I think.”

Natasha arches a brow. “And you still can’t remember how to get to the conference room?”

“Hey,” you defended, feeling the need to not look like a complete idiot. “It’s not my fault that SHIELD renovates so much that everything shifts around without me noticing.”

She makes a faint noise of commitment as you both round yet another corner, but with the way Natasha was beginning to slow down you could tell that your destination was fast approaching. 

As you reach the door, Natasha gently pats you on the arm in a reassuring manner. “You’d be lost without me.”

“Yes,” you agree, knowing that would be the case immediately. “I definitely would be.”

You don’t have the chance to ponder the light expression that etched across Natasha’s face at your easy acceptance-- a certain happiness that few were ever privy to on full display-- as the door opens and you enter the conference room. Only to be met by the fierce gaze of the woman seated opposite Fury, Clint and Steve standing a little bit behind her, as she crossed her arms defensively over her chest at the newest arrivals. 

“Y/N Y/L/N,” Fury says, without needing to even look behind him. “I’d like you to meet the newest addition to the Avengers, Wanda Maximoff.”

Wanda, your mind whispers the name as your gaze locks with the electric green of the newest recruit. 

You didn’t know why the simple sound of her name caused your heart to race, but you were excited to find out. 

[Present]

You scoff as the memory comes to an end. God, how pathetic you had been. Foregoing your usual timidness-- usually combined with Natasha scoping the other person out-- you had initiated contact with a fervor that surprised you even to this day. 

And where did that leave you? Your mind snarls, the question tinged with barely concealed rage at yourself. You, all by yourself. Just like you have always been. When will you learn? No one wants to be yours even if you’d do anything to be theirs. 

“That’s not true,” you groan, flipping onto your side to finally stare at something new, even if it was just the closed closet door in your room. “That’s hasn’t been true for a long time.”

Your eyes screw shut at the revelation, not wanting to open that can of worms at the current moment, but the action causes even more memories to surface. Tearing through your mind like rabid animals as they try to infect you completely. 

Maybe if you had been stronger, allowed yourself to see what had been before you all along, then you wouldn’t be feeling this way right now. However, even the thought of not having been with Wanda leaves your heart howling a mournful sonnet. 

Loving Wanda hadn’t been a mistake but trusting her had been. 

You just wish the simpler times would have lasted for just a bit longer; like when you had your first date. The warmth, the affection, and everything in between had surrounded you both. Leaving you with the belief that everything else would be okay. 

How foolish you had been. 

[Past]

“So?” You hedge, internally wincing at your own awkwardness, as Wanda shifts her gaze from her book to peer up at you. “I was wondering if you’d like to have dinner tonight?”

There’s a beat of silence, Wanda’s expression almost unreadable before a soft smile quirks her lips. A bell-like laugh escaping them a moment later while she places her book in her lap-- giving you her full attention-- and a weight is seemingly lifted from her shoulders. 

“I’d love to, Y/N.” She tilts her head. “Where would we be going?” 

You rub the back of your neck-- still somewhat surprised that she had agreed so easily-- but answer in what you hope is a confident voice. “There’s a new restaurant that’s opened up not too far from here. It’s not a big shop, but I thought it would be nice.” God, was this a horrible idea? “Plus, I thought a closer place would be better to go to. You know--” You shrug with a small smile on your lips. “If you want to escape quickly at least you won’t have to walk that far.”

Another beat of silence passes-- wherein you’re concerned that your brand of humor didn’t hit correctly-- but then Wanda gifts you with the warmest smile you had ever received from the Sokovian. Amusement dancing across her beautiful face as she shakes her head with a certain fondness only Natasha had shown you until now.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Wanda teases. “But I don’t think that will be necessary.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” you laugh, subtly rubbing your clammy palms on the fabric of your jeans. “I’ll let you get back to reading, but I’ll meet you in the lobby at around seven?” 

Wanda nods in agreement, her attention shifting back to her book but the soft smile on her lips never wavered. Nor did the feeling of her burning gaze on your back as you exited the room.

“None of them look right.” You flop down onto your bed-- littered with various articles of clothing-- with an almighty groan. Your gaze honed into a little fleck on your ceiling that you’ve never noticed before as you try to abate the incoming storm of nerves. 

The gentle chuckle from your right only heightened them as you hadn’t even noticed her enter your room. You didn’t turn your gaze to meet hers, but you know you didn’t have to, not when you felt the bed dip beside you, and familiar green eyes peer down at you with open curiosity. 

“Everything okay, Y/N/N?” Natasha asks in a gentle voice, nimble fingers running through the tresses of your hair as she knew it was a way to calm you down. “I haven’t seen you this worked up since Thor broke the coffee machine.”

“How am I supposed to function without my daily dose of caffeine?” You grumble but lean into Natasha’s touch all the same. If you could purr you definitely would be as she was quite talented with her fingers. “I’m just stressed because I need to pick out an outfit.”

Natasha hums thoughtfully at that, her brow scrunched ever-so-slightly as she formulated her next words. “Where are you going? Is it somewhere fancy or casual?” 

Leaning more into her touch, you let loose a soft sigh. “We’re going to Tequila Mockingbird.”

You almost whine at the sudden loss of Natasha’s fingers kneading your scalp in a more than welcomed massage, but the sound dies in your throat at the sudden sharpness within your best friend’s green gaze. 

“Tequila Mockingbird? The bar that was recently renovated into a restaurant?”

Not being able to decipher the tone of Natasha’s voice-- something that would always put you a little on edge-- you decide to be as truthful as you can be. It wouldn’t do to have the Black Widow angry at you. “Yes, Nat.”

It was clearly the wrong thing to say as she quickly stands from your bed-- jostling you as you try to follow her-- but her heated glare stops you in your tracks and leaves you awkwardly seated on the very edge of your bed. 

“The same one that I mentioned to you?” She runs a hand through her dark auburn locks. “The same one that I wanted--” Natasha stops herself, a deep exhale escapes sharply through her nose, as her entire body seems to grow even more tense. “Where a cross between the two. It’s not a super fancy place but it’s still new enough that you should wear something nice.”

Still not understanding why Natasha’s mood had soured so suddenly, you nod. “I’ll make sure to tell Wanda that.” You almost flinch at the enraged look that briefly flits across her face before her mask of perfect stoicism returns. “Tasha are you okay?” 

She nods jerkily. “I’ve never been better but, I just realized, that I’m late for a training session with Steve.” Natasha doesn’t even turn to look at you again until she’s right outside your room, and you still can’t decipher the look within her eyes, but you do know that you didn’t like seeing it. “I hope you have fun on your date.”

You couldn’t even respond before Natasha vanishes. Leaving you only with the faint scent of her perfume, her words echoing in your head, and the question of what the hell you had just done wrong.

“I had a nice time tonight,” Wanda admits, an almost timid smile on her lips. The soft green of her gaze shimmers in the moonlight as she peers up at your through her long lashes. “I had no idea that the food would be so good at a recently renovated bar.”

“Benji is great,” you easily agree, basking in the companionable warmth that was being shared between you both. “He made one hell of a bartender whenever it was just a bar, but we all knew his true calling was to be a chef. I’m glad that he was able to achieve his dream.”

Wanda looks at you with open curiosity. “You used to go there when it was still a bar? What was it like?”

You can’t help the smile that curls your lips as all the fond memories flit through your mind; shared laughter over filled cups, horribly mismatched dart competitions, and Benji’s horrible puns as you helped him close up for the night. 

“It was a place that made you feel like you were always invited,” you finally say, trying to articulate the right things to say. The place was much too special for you to get this wrong. “There was an absolutely horrible picture above the bar that Nat--” 

The words die in your throat as realization comes crashing through you like a freight train, leaving you breathless. This couldn’t be happening... How the hell could you have forgotten? 

“Y/N/N.” Wanda’s soft hand on your exposed arm-- you had opted to go with a simple dress that wasn’t too fancy or casual-- as more memories come flooding back. Forcing yourself from your self-induced panic, you meet Wanda’s concerned gaze. “Is everything all right?”

Your head is shaking well before the words escape your suddenly parched mouth. “No.” Clearing your throat, you run a hand through your hair. “No, everything is not all right at all.”

The touch on your arm tightens-- forcing you to stop a few feet from the entrance of the Tower. Wanda’s gaze was imploring you to tell you what was wrong, what was clearly bothering you after a seemingly magical night, but you couldn’t put to words how royally you had just fucked up. However, you know that Wanda deserved to have you see this night through, at least until you got her home, and after?

After you can panic and figure out how to make it right with your best friend.

“I’ll be fine, Wanda,” you murmur, hoping your smile looked more natural than you believed it to be. “I just realized I did something stupid earlier, and I know I’ll have to make up for it.”

The Sokovian seemed unsure by your words, but she seemed to understand that it was an issue that was better left within your own mind. Her grip on your arm loosens considerably as she realizes you’re not in any danger, and her hand easily slides down to entangle with your own. Your breath stutters in your throat at the simple action, which Wanda seems to notice as an innocent smile plays at the corner of her lips. 

“How about we continue our walk for a little bit longer?” She tilts her head as she grins at you, her nose crinkling with the force of it. “I’d love to get to know you more and New York is so beautiful at sunset.”

You smile-- putting your plans for Nat on the backburner for now-- as you begin to walk once more. “I’d like that, Wands, I’d like that a lot.”

It was around midnight when you finally worked up the nerve to stand in front of Natasha’s bedroom door. After your walk with Wanda, which was nothing short of enlightening as you somehow fell deeper for the gorgeous Sokovian, you had “dropped” Wanda off at her bedroom door with a gentle kiss being placed on your cheek as a thank you. Ever since, you had been a nervous wreck, pacing the entire length of your room as you tried to figure out how to make it right with Nat. 

Hurting Natasha was the last thing you ever wished to do. You hated the thought of being one of the many people that have done so to the beautiful spy, and you still can’t believe that you had let something so crucial slip your mind. How the hell could you have forgotten that Tequila Mockingbird was your special place with Natasha, and that she’d probably want to dine there with you first? 

Your own idiocy boggles your mind at times, but you wouldn’t rest until you made it right with your best friend. 

So, with the smallest moment of hesitation, you rap your knuckles against her door. The brief moment of silence that follows was almost suffocating in its intensity-- doubly because you’re well aware that Natasha was still awake. That she was within the confines of her room currently deliberating whether to let you in or not. 

What if she doesn’t let you in? Your mind frets, already jumping to the worst conclusion possible. What if this is one of those things that she can’t forgive you for? Would you be able to live without Natasha’s companionship? Did you just lose one of the most important relationships in your life?

You were so lost in your worsening thoughts that you didn’t notice a concerned green gaze observing you. It was only when a gentle, yet firm, hand grasped your shoulder that you were pulled out of your reverie. An almost panicked look etched across your face as you quickly clasp Natasha’s retreating appendage. The fact that she hadn’t immediately pulled away, when you’re well aware she could do so easily, was a good sign. You hope. 

“I’m so sorry, Tasha,” you begin, trying to make out any slight change within her mask. “I’m so sorry that I forgot. That I didn’t remember something so important to us.”

Natasha’s full lips downturn into a frown. “How could you forget? It’s the place we became best friends in. How could you forget something so special?” She pauses to take a deep breath, clearly not wanting to get loud in case someone heard. “I get that you were excited about your first date with Wanda, but did it have to be to our spot?” 

The barely concealed pain laced within her words makes you feel that much worse. How shitty of a friend were you? “I know, Tasha.” You bring your still clasped hands to your chest as you try to make her understand that your intention was never to hurt her. “I’m so sorry that I hurt you. I swear our spot is still our spot and that will never change.”

“You don’t know why I’m so upset, do you?” It was a question you weren’t expecting-- getting scolded, whacked upside the head, or even flipped seemed more logical-- and that seemed to correlate within the confused expression on your face. Something that causes that same look from before within Natasha’s eyes; up close it almost looked like defeat before it was gone. “I forgive you, Y/N/N. You wouldn’t be you if you didn’t forget things.”

You shake your head, not wanting to be let off this easily. “I shouldn’t have forgotten this and I’m going to make it up to you.” 

She arches her brow in response. “Yeah? What are you going to do?”

Your answering grin tells her all that she needed to know; it was an unspoken thing that whenever either of you messed up that the wounded party would be treated to brunch at your favorite diner-- The Breakfast Club. Followed by a best friend day that usually ended with a random movie being played as you tried to figure out how to beat Natasha at poker. You still didn’t know how, and you don’t think you were getting any closer. 

“I’d like that.” Natasha steps closer to wrap you in her arms, her comforting embrace soothing you after the hours spent in turmoil. Her breath ghosts across the skin of your neck as she rests her head contently on your shoulder. “I’d like that a lot, Y/N/N.”

You only tighten your arms around her waist as a response. Just happy that you had been able to make things right with your best friend. 

[Present]

Yet another time you were a complete imbecile and had almost lost someone you care for, your mind hisses like a venomous snake; poised to strike against your already battered soul. You almost lost Natasha because of that little stunt. She shouldn’t have forgiven you that easily, but you know why she did now, and you went and fucked it up again. 

“Shut up,” you hiss right back, throwing an arm over your face. You didn’t need to hear things you already know. Didn’t need the constant reminder of everything that you had messed up because you couldn’t get a good grasp of anything. 

Looking back on it now it was all so obvious, but you hadn’t wanted to see what was standing right in front of you. You didn’t wish to acknowledge anything that would become too real-- turning a blind eye-- and now you were paying the price. In more ways than one. 

All of it came to a breaking point, you couldn’t keep running forever on just blind hope alone. Couldn’t keep believing that everything would turn out all right just because you wanted it to do so. You just wished that it wouldn’t have happened the way that it had. 

Maybe if it had happened a different way your heart would have been salvaged. 

At least a little bit. 

[Past]

The argument had been going on for way longer than you had wanted it to. It was at the point that you didn’t even remember what had initially started it in the first place-- maybe the dishes not being done. All you did know was that you wanted it to stop. 

“I don’t see why you won’t apologize!” You scream back-- going against what your brain was ordering you to do-- as you fight back the impending tears; you weren’t about to break down in front of her. Again. “You could have texted me at any time that you weren’t able to make it, but you left me waiting in that restaurant for two fucking hours!” 

Green eyes narrow as they briefly flash red due to her heightened agitation. “I told you before we made those plans that I probably wouldn’t be able to make it. It’s not my fault that you insisted to keep them.”

You scoff. “Are you really fucking blaming me for the fact that you stood me up?” Disgust laces within your tone as you take a step back from your girlfriend. “I’m well aware that you told me you possibly couldn’t make it, but you could still have afforded me the luxury of getting a simple text telling me that.” 

“Vision needed me.” Wanda throws her hands up in clear exasperation with the conversation. “What the hell did you want me to do?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” you hiss. “Maybe send me a quick text that you were caught up with the toaster oven. You know, so I didn’t have to sit alone in a candle-lit restaurant for hours!”

Pinching her nose, Wanda takes a deep breath. “Look, I’m sorry, okay?” She peers up at you with expressive green eyes. “I’m sorry that I got caught up with work and that I forgot to message you, I am. Can you forgive me, detka?”

At the use of the nickname a coil loosens within your gut, your body already shifting into a less defensive stance. After all you were a poster girl when it came to forgetting things. 

“Yeah.” You rub the back of your neck, offering Wanda a barely-there smile. “I forgive you, Wands. Just don’t let it happen again, okay?”

“I promise.”

[Present]

It hadn’t been the last time she would do something like that to you, but you had been too in love to realize that. Too blinded by the high that came with being in love with the gorgeous Sokovian that you didn’t notice how far you were beginning to fall; with no one at the bottom being there to catch you. 

The next few times after that argument, Wanda had only been late by small increments of time. Such an insignificant amount that you barely noticed, but they quickly became larger and larger as the weeks turned to months. A few minutes became ten that became thirty and then that evolved into hours. Her excuse being the same each time: “Someone needed me to help them, Y/N. I’m sorry that I wasn’t able to make our date, but I’ll try to be there for the next one.”

You never asked who it was that had needed her so much, but you always knew within yourself. It had just been something you didn’t wish to put a voice to because that would cement the betrayal you didn’t know if you could forgive. It would make your reality all too real and you didn’t wish to live in a world where Wanda Maximoff didn’t love you. 

Everyone it seems has a breaking point, however. You just wish that it had been you that had finally had enough; that it had been you that finally talked sense into yourself. 

Maybe if you had done that sooner than Natasha wouldn’t have had to do it. 

[Past]

“You’re being ridiculous, Y/N,” Natasha snarls as she stands across from you with her arms crossed. Anger etched across her face as she has clearly had it with you. “She isn’t treating you the way you’re supposed to be treated. Why don’t you see that?”

You know that Natasha was right-- deep within your bones you know that-- but that doesn’t stop your own anger from eating away at you. “It’s my relationship, Natasha. If I wanted your opinion about it, then I would ask.” You know that you were being a bitch, but you can’t help feeling defensive. “Wanda loves me, I know that.”

The red-head sighs softly, clearly trying to calm herself. “I know that she loves you, Y/N/N.” She takes a small step towards you-- not that you had anywhere to go as you were seated on the end of your bed-- while maintaining eye contact; her emerald eyes imploring you to listen to what she was saying. “I know that she does, but she’s not in love with you. She cares for you but you’re not her everything, and you deserve someone who treats you as such.”

She’s right, your mind whispers. You know that Natasha would never lie to you when it comes to something like this. Why are you so afraid to admit that? Is it because you’re afraid of what you’ll find out when you finally do?

“What do you want me to do, Tasha?” Your voice was pitiful, you know that, but there was no stopping it now. “There’s no one else that can understand our lifestyle, who can make me feel safe, and be attracted to me. What am I supposed to do when no one else wants me?” Has ever wanted me. 

Natasha shakes her head, her displeasure being shown in the furrowing of her brow. “That’s not true and you know it.” She offers you a barely there smile, sinking to her knees before you as she places her hands on your legs. “You know that there has always been someone that would give you anything you could ever desire. You just never looked far enough to see her.”

At the whispered confession, your entire being stiffens. It couldn’t be real; Natasha couldn’t be in love with you. Couldn’t care for you in that way, but the look in her eyes-- added to the memories of her holding you-- paints you a picture you had always misunderstood, and now you were given the key. 

You didn’t know what to say, so you said nothing at all. Even as Natasha stared at you with an increasingly worried look. Even when Natasha slowly stood-- her expression one of controlled agony-- as she placed the lightest kiss to your forehead. Even when she gave you one last look before leaving your room completely. 

Even as you felt your heart be taken with her. 

[Present]

The end for you and Wanda came swiftly after that conversation. Natasha’s words constantly echoed within your mind whenever you were with the Sokovian. You knew that Wanda cared for you-- could see it in the way she looked at you, the way she smiled towards you when you entered a room, even the way she teased you-- but it was in the way that a friend cared for another friend. Of course, you hadn’t wanted to accept it at first-- after all you had been convinced that Wanda was the love of your life-- but observing her with Vision made everything fall into place. 

Her smiles were just brighter with him, her laughter much clearer, the sparkle in her eyes appearing that much more, and her attention never truly wavered. It was that realization that had truly crushed you. Everything you had fought so hard for to maintain slipped through your fingers without you even realizing, and it was too late to do anything at all. Though you don’t think there was anything to really do to begin with. 

The final nail in the proverbial coffin that was your relationship with Wanda was the simple fact that she didn’t truly notice you starting to pull away; less dates were planned, no more good morning kisses to her cheek, or little notes placed in various spots in the books she was reading. It was crushing to realize that you had already lost Wanda while you were still dating her, but you couldn’t continue to date the husk of the woman you had fallen in love with. Couldn’t continue to hold onto someone that would never love you the same way you had loved them. 

When you had sat down across from Wanda, taken her hand in yours, you could tell that she knew what was coming. Sensed that she wished to fight you on it but didn’t have anything to truly dispute your claims. You tried not to be angry, it would achieve nothing now, as you spoke; making sure that you had chosen each word carefully as you wanted to make yourself perfectly clear. 

“I was special until I wasn’t. You cared about me until you didn’t. I was what you wanted until you met him, and I gave you my heart until you gave it back.” You had paused at those words, trying to fight against the onslaught of agony threatening to drown you. “I love you, Wanda, but we’re not on the same path anymore. We haven’t been for a long time, and I think the best thing we can do for each other is to let the other go. So, we don’t have to look back in years to come and see all the paths we could have taken if it wasn’t for the other.”

Wanda had said nothing, but you still remember the pain that had been reflected perfectly within her eyes. It was the same pain that was causing your heart to cry out in agony. However, in the end, you had just done that; you let Wanda go. 

Even if your heart was aching without having her next to you, you know that it was for the best. Especially when you know that your heart would be able to heal in the hands of the only person you could ever see yourself entrusting with it. Hands that you know would protect it until the very end. 

Which brings you to where you are now-- after you had finally gotten up from your bed-- standing in front of your best friend’s bedroom. The distant memory of you doing this months before, with just as much nerves, filters through your mind but you shake it off. You know that it was very possible that Natasha was asleep, but you couldn’t wait to ask her this. 

So, here you stood, after knocking on her door, listening as her soft footsteps approach the door. Each step echoing within your mind and resounding across your heart. It was only when you met her familiar green gaze-- even if it was etched with confusion-- that you began to calm down. 

“Hi,” you murmur, well aware that this was more than a little strange. “I was just wondering if you’d like to go to The Breakfast Club with me tomorrow?”

Natasha’s eyes narrow at that, but a soft smile ghosts across her lips. “I think I can manage that.”

You shift on your feet. Now the difficult part. “Well--” You rub the back of your neck. “There’s one condition for it.”

At her head tilt, and the slight narrowing of her eyes, you know that you had her intrigued but only had a short amount of time to explain yourself. 

“And what is that condition?”

“That we make it a date.”

There’s a moment of shocked silence as Natasha processes your words-- her expression becoming one you couldn’t decipher-- and you feel yourself beginning to panic. Did you get things wrong again? Was Natasha still interested? Or did you blow your chance?

Forcing yourself not to panic, as you didn’t want to miss Natasha’s answer, you notice that she was now openly grinning at you; the happiness within her emerald eyes causing them to shimmer like precious gems. 

It was all the response you needed to feel your heart finally begin to put itself back together again. 

[yolowritter]

A Case of Ladybug Luck Chapter 4

Hello there everyone, and welcome back to Hell! Holy Nooroo it's been so long since I posted abt this AU. Mostly because I'm busy actually writing it and 300k words are apparently nowhere near enough to finish what I started a year ago! Anyway, I'm just going to do a speedrun of posting these early chapters because I want to get to the good stuff already! Believe me, it's worth! So, from now on I won't have a note at the beggining of this, just the snippet and chapter link, kay? Cool! Asks are open btw if anyone wants to chat about ACOLL! Enjoy my suffering!

Nathalie was curled up on the couch, definitely asleep. She looked pale, the same way Marinette would pale when she was worried about him. Like she’d literally been worried sick. His father was sitting in an armchair beside her, reading a book. Gabriel didn’t notice his approach. One of them had wheeled out a TV from the guest rooms down the hall, and it was tuned in on…the news? TVI, it looked like, and they were on an add break. Adrien took a deep breath to steady himself, to throw the image of his seething father almost breaking the dinner table with his fist, right out of his mind.

Gabriel glanced at the screen, stared at the advertisement, something about a new hair product, and went back to his book. It had a full black cover, Adrien noted as he approached. Gabriel heard his footsteps, used a bookmark to not lose the page he was on, and shut the book, placing it next to him on the chair. For a moment, Adrien saw the title. “The Illusion of Living.” Wow. Macabre, much?

“G-good morning father.”, Adrien tried as a greeting. This…was weird. He wasn’t used to seeing his father relax…or at all, to be honest. He looked uninterested, indifferent. Gabriel glanced at the TV, saw the news hadn’t come on yet, and turned to face his son.

“Ah, Adrien. Did you sleep well?”, he asked, seeming genuinely curious. Oddly, Adrien noticed his father wasn’t wearing his tie clip. The empty white spot where it should be drew his eye, but Adrien reigned himself in and nodded an affirmative.

“Yes. But…father, I don’t mean to disrespect you but…don’t I have a photoshoot today? Two hours ago?”, he asked, hesitant.

Gabriel’s expression shifted from his calm. Like a porcelain mask, the façade cracked, and for a single second Adrien thought he saw guilt and sadness in his father’s eyes. He looked so…forlorn. Defeated, even. Guilty.

He nodded, seeing that his father wasn’t going to say anything else. Adrien glanced at Nathalie, concerned. His father’s assistant, always a stern but constant presence…looked so frail. She looked like mom- like she desperately needed the rest. Gabriel sighed when he caught him staring.

“Nathalie is fine, son. She’s just tired. We had an…interesting morning.” A morning that nearly cost Gabriel his sanity, and some pocket change to top things off. Some 50.000 thousand euros to ensure the silence of the hospital staff and discharge him as soon as he was stable. He was fine, really. The problem wasn’t physical. Dizziness overcame him, suddenly. Emilie had said the same thing, once.

Adrien nodded again, not knowing what else to do. “I…Am I free for the day, then?”, he asked his father.

Gabriel didn’t even pretend to consider it. “Yes, free for the week. I’ve cancelled all your lessons and photoshoots. You’re…welcome to stay home, if you’d like. I’ve delegated my own duties for today, so if you require anything…please come talk to me.”, he said, sounding like the words struggled to leave his mouth.

“Adrien, remember. You are my son. I am your father. It’s my responsibility to make sure you are well. I will be there when you need me.”, Gabriel tried, testing the words. They sounded…right, this time. An odd sense of numbness washed over him again, and he turned back to the television. “You should go to your room, sleep some more. It’s been a long week for you, I’m sure.”, he added as an afterthought, his tone monotonous and dry. Almost robotic.

“…Right. I- I’ll go and lay down, then. Good morning, father.”

Gabriel blinked, as if the time was news to him. Right, the night was over. It was a new day, now. He didn’t feel like it. He barely felt like anything at all. “Of course, son. Now go.”, he insisted, eyes glued to the final, fading advertisement, before the screen switched to Nadja Chamack. Adrien obeyed and began to ascend the stairs again, and Gabriel unmuted the broadcast.

“Welcome back, Paris. As I said before, there have been no further news on the case. Poor weather conditions lasted all throughout the night, and police have had no luck finding any trace of…”

Adrien stopped in his tracks, midway up the staircase. He breathed deeply. “Father…did something happen?”, he asked hesitantly. Something had to have happened. This…couldn’t all be because of Lila, could it?

Gabriel’s eyes seemed to glance back at him, even though his head didn’t move an inch.

“We’re standing by for news on any new developments, and are hoping for the best. Please wait for more information.”

“Not to me. I’m fine.”, he said coldly, the air of indifference returning to his tone.

Adrien hoped it wouldn’t be followed by another outburst. He hung his head, and obeyed his father’s order, going back to his room. Maybe he could mess around with his piano? Last they’d met, Luka had given him some inspiration for a song. Hadn’t he said something about…masks? Adrien would have to text him, see if he remembered.

Plagg was there when Adrien opened the door, hovering over his unlocked phone. He looked…sad. Making a face of realization the same way Adrien would do when he could guess that more photoshoots would be added to his schedule. Like an inevitability had just come true. The kwami spun to face him when he came in, but Plagg’s face betrayed nothing of what Adrien had just seen.

“Hey kit! Morning! Wow, good thing your pops let us sleep in today huh? Say, I’m full of energy! How about we go for a run, huh? Get your muscles going?”, Plagg said, looking frantic and desperately pretending to be happy and excited. Adrien knew a thing or two about playing pretend.

Plagg never lied to him. Not unless something was very wrong, not after the Sandman incident. He’d promised. Plagg hadn’t lied to him since. Adrien let the worry he felt for Plagg show on his face. Words weren’t needed between them sometimes, and he didn’t think he should say what he could show. Plagg tried to keep his smile up. Adrien saw him strain himself, the widening of his eyes to look restless, the same expression he’d make when he got bored of flying around his room.

Adrien stared at him. Plagg stared back, a pleading look to please pretend he was oblivious, go along with it. After a moment, the Kwami faltered, and his mask broke.

“K-kid.”, he tried to speak, voice cracking as if his throat had been hit by a Cataclysm. “Do me a favor.”, Plagg begged him. Adrien had already opened his mouth to agree when his phone rang. “Don’t answer that. Please.”, Plagg insisted.

Adrien checked the caller ID. It was Nino. He shot Plagg a look. The cell rang again. Adrien ignored it to swipe down on the screen and check his notifications. 37 missed calls from Nino. 2096 unread messages. Half of those from Alya. What the fuck? The ringing seemed to get louder. Plagg’s whiskers dropped, his face fell.

Adrien reached out a hand to pet him, to offer comfort for whatever was wrong, but Plagg retracted. “Kit…I’m so sorry.”, he offered meekly, and flew up to his spot, curling up in a ball. Adrien thought he heard him sobbing. He picked up the phone, worried and confused. Why was his father acting like that? Why was Plagg acting like that?

Nino’s voice sounded horrible. Like he’d been crying. “A-Adrien?”, he asked, stuttering in near disbelief. “Thank fuck, are you okay? No, sorry, stupid question. How are you…holding up, dude?”

Okay, now Adrien knew something was very, very wrong. He tried to mask his fears with confusion. “Nino? What happened? I just woke up, are you okay?”, Adrien asked with genuine concern, trying not to panic. He’d kept himself together while fighting supervillains, he could get through one conversation without letting his worries eat him up.

Nino sobbed on the other end. Went silent. Adrien heard Alya’s voice, just barely, as if they’d moved the phone away from them.

“Nino…do we tell him?”, she asked, sounding frightened.

Nino failed to hold back a sob. “Babe…we have to.”

Nino moved the phone closer. “Uh…dude. You might want to check the news…”, he said awkwardly. Adrien was downright panicked now. He didn’t respond to Nino, he rushed back downstairs to his father, to the broadcast. What was happening? Why were his friends walking on eggshells around him? Had he done something? Did Lila do something?

“Please hold on, we’ve just received a statement from Officer Raincomprix. Stand by for-”

Gabriel had the book in his lap, reading calmly. Miss Chamack’s voice didn’t seem to bother him. She paused mid-sentence, and moved off screen.   

She came back into frame, looking like she was about to cry. Her professionalism was in shambles, Adrien saw the way her face twitched with silent tears, holding back the urge to sob.

“I- I regret to inform everyone that we’ve received official word from the Parisian Police Department. Marinette Dupain Cheng has been confirmed dead. It was ruled a suicide.”

[quietbluejay]

Dark Imperium 2

Nurglite daemons ahead!

I really get a sense that this whole thing was written with some very specific background music in mind lol

they're such a jolly group at least someone is enjoying the apocalypse

Mort is so dour though, I'm just imagining him sitting there linefacing and all around him everyone is having a party

oh, Ku'Gath is a grump Ku'Gath: EVERYONE SHUT UP THIS IS IMPORTANT

Ku'Gath: Fine. I give up.

I'm starting to see why people like the Nurglites.

More Tolkien vibes

This whole thing should be lovingly animated by an 80s animation studio.

I'm really appreciating how it's showing the villains as not cartoonishly evil bad guys but just…people doing their jobs who think they're in the right the banality of evil and it's both sides i don't think "sympathetic" is necessarily the right word for how anyone is being written but "sensible"? as in, they make sense

This is a great scene it’s doing a lot of heavy lifting - introducing Calgar, showing exactly why people would turn to Chaos, showing how the Imperium is perpetuating the entire state of affairs and also advancing the plague plot a bit

Nurgle calls!

you know, a writer could do something paralleling this and the idea of suffering for the god-emperor

okay so it sucks being a mortal/mutant living on a nurglite ship wayyy more than it does to be on a black legion or thousand son one

MY BOY IS HERE

Mortarion is alone it's just him and his ten million clocks and also the soul of his dad.

fungus XD XD XD XD XD i love fungi

oh mortarion talks to his scythe and also TREATS IT LIKE A PET okay. as you do.

having a normal one I see mortarion: you're the only one who understands me, silence The Nurglite daemons influenced him too much and now he is also stuck in the same paradigm of being an 80s animated movie villain

we're back with Calgar POV Guilliman is back in Ultramar innnteresting so Calgar used to fantasize about Guilliman coming back and fixing everything and then he did and things didn't happen like he daydreamed about his issue is how dare people not just unthinkingly bow and obey Guilliman

Guilliman is gonna build a wall and make the Death Guard pay for it!

Local autocrat still the best option they have

"tentacles for hands" ohhhh I don't like that meanwhile his friend next to him is preparing to star in The Fly remake wait how is Tentacle Hands here firing his gun OH okay his FINGERS are tentacles

I feel like that would make both aiming and firing difficult, if your fingers are both writhing AND vermicular

symbolism! also birb!~!!!!

spicy

I did NOT expect that reasoning, because it implies that if the emperor was all-loving that Guilliman would consider him worthy of worship. i thought it was going to be him talking about the Imperial Truth this is fascinating given my last glimpse of Guilliman's Thoughts On The Emperor was "the Emperor definitely meant for the primarchs to be scattered on purpose, to learn things, it definitely wasn't enemy action, he's too good at stuff for that" i mean that doesn't conflict with this, necessarily, but it felt really different

"The clock loomed over the broken altar like a murderer over his victim" beautiful

Man.

and that is how the book ends woof

I now understand the Ultradepression memes

[ghetsis]

[Part 1]

He was enrolled for his sophomore year in the finest school money could buy and he was a remarkably fine student. He focused on his studies and largely kept to himself, but if there was one way to attract unwanted attention, it was to be lonesome. Never mind that he already stood at a towering 6'5" while the rest of his body needed time to catch up with his stature. He stuck out like a sore thumb and it was only a matter of time before someone thought it funny to smack the books out of his hand and send his papers scattering over the hall floor.

For a moment, Ghetsis just looked at the mess while snickers and cruel whispers circulated behind him.

"I don't like that," he informed them.

A silence followed and then a condescending, "Snnnnrk! Uh oh, guys, Green Bean doesn't like it! We better stop before his mommy comes and yells at us, huh? Hey, why'd she pull you out of class last week? You need your diaper changed?"

"No," Ghetsis replied. "She was afraid I'd catch whatever made your face look like a cheap, cheese pizza."

The surrounding students oohed and his heckler blinked in surprise. For a lanky nerd, Ghetsis certainly wasn't meek.

"Why don't you come a little closer and say that, shitstreak?"

"No, thank you. I'm well aware your breath alone could put me in the hospital," Ghetsis smiled. "But I'll tell you what, you have a pokemon, don't you? Let's settle this that way."

"Free battling's not allowed, dipshit..."

"Ah, my apologies. You act so boldly I didn't take you for a coward."

"I'm not a fucking coward!"

"No? Then meet me in the abandoned mall this evening at five. I'm sure we can get all of this sorted out rather quickly."

Ghetsis collected his things and made his way to his next class, leaving his bully to weigh his options. He had to show. His reputation was on the line now.

"You're gonna regret it when I kick your fucking ass," he shouted. He was at a loss for what else to say.

Ghetsis waited in the mall plaza where the pink, evening sun still shined through the broken skylight. He sat on the edge of a dilapidated flower bed examining the pokeball in his hand until the sound of footsteps crunching broken glass caught his attention.

"François," Ghetsis greeted.

"It's Frank," François corrected.

"Where are your friends? Didn't want them to see you humiliated?"

"Shut the fuck up. Lemme hurry up and waste your ass so I can leave. Smells like moldy pizza in here." With the pop of his pokeball, Frank released his Swanna.

Ghetsis raised a brow at the seemingly ill-matched pair before releasing his own Zweilous.

"Ok! Swanna, use--"

"Now," Ghetsis ordered.

With no formal command given, Zweilous leaped to seize its opponent by the throat with one head and a wing in the other, catching both pokemon and trainer off guard.

"Swanna! H-hey! That's not how this works! Call it off!"

"You don't get to decide how this works," Ghetsis replied, stepping forward as his dragon squeezed the bird's neck in its jaws.

"Y-you piece of shit! I'll--!"

"You'll what? Your pokemon will be dead before you even lay a finger on me. Is that what you want?"

Swanna gasped and struggled while Frank stammered, panic creeping into his chest.

"Now then. I'd like an apology."

"W-what?"

"An apology. For your behavior earlier. It was rather rude."

"Fuck you! I'm not saying sorry to you, you fucking freak!"

"Hmm. How much is that pride worth to you," Ghetsis asked. "Isn't it cruel to force your Swanna to suffer for you? All because you picked on the wrong person..."

Zweilous bit harder and Frank's Swanna squawked in pain.

"O-ok! Ok," he conceded. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, alright? J-just make it let go!"

With a soft smile, Ghetsis recalled his Zweilous and left the bird to choke and gasp.

"There. Was that so hard?"

Frank rushed to his wounded pokemon. She was weak and her wing was broken, but she was alive.

"You motherfucker... I'll tell everyone about this! I'll tell everyone what you did!"

"And then what," Ghetsis balked. "Admit to being so inept that you couldn't even protect your own pokemon? That you teared and stammered like a scared child? To the person you saw fit to harass no less. What would they think of you? Besides, I would hate to think you didn't learn from this..."

Frank swallowed the knot in his throat.

Ghetsis pulled a Max Potion from his blazer pocket and set it by the pair. "Here. To a speedy recovery and to our newfound understanding."

With that, Ghetsis was contend to stride from the abandoned mall, leaving his opponent kneeling in the broken glass.

Children can be so cruel...

[genderkoolaid]

I dunno how long ago it was, I've been on tumblr too long, but the last time I saw any transmasc speak up about the oppression we face the word used at the time was "transmisandry" bc there wasn't anything better people could come up with.

The things people talked about were the same things we talk about now but everyone ignored and berated people bc of the term "transmisandry" which I do admit made some sense. The word "misandry" is LOADED with controversy, but it was just the only word that made sense at the time cuz of how the binary words work.

Now that we have a better term, even if it's chunkier to say and spell out, we're still getting berated and shut down bc "men don't experience oppression".

As if a baby boy put into "Lady killer" onesies is actively supporting the patriarchy and is not another victim. As if a disabled man isn't treated as lesser. As if men of color aren't being attacked everyday. As if queer men aren't being put into conversion therapy. As if women aren't abusing their boyfriends and husbands for not being manly enough.

The term oppression may not be the best one here but men are experiencing a lot of fucking bullshit that isn't fair to them. They're suffering from patriarchal abuse and toxic masculinity perpetuated by literally everyone, including these people saying that us transmasc individuals can't be complaining.

We're men after all. Manly men with no problems that we'll ever face and they're not being transphobic for shutting down our conversations about the bigotry we face bc they're using our pronouns!!! Woo!!

Did you do it random tumblr jackasses? Did you get the cis approval? Did you hate men enough to get radfems to love you?

Not sticking this on anon, if people wanna come harass me they can get reported.

honestly not to plug the bell hooks book again but I'm plugging the bell hooks book again. It covers so much of my thoughts & what I talk about here in terms of antimasculism & how the patriarchy harms men and how that directly feeds into misogyny, and only by tackling both sides (how women are affected + how men are affected (although the book tends to skew ciscentric but thats understandable)) can we properly dismantle the system. This shit is so complex and tied together, we can't just say "patriarchal views on women are wrong" and then decide that patriarchal views on men are right, or that some of them are right.

It's deeply saddening to see how many men say shit along the lines of "nobody cares about your issues as a man." Maybe some other people are totally fine with saying "fuck them, let them suffer," but my beliefs are that any suffering, of anyone, should be helped if possible. I don't want anybody, especially not an entire group of people, to be left thinking that nobody in the world will care about them, so they should just shut up and suffer in silence until they die.

[stickthisbig]

Fanfic writers of tumblr, it's time to celebrate your favorite supporting character OCs, those people you made to fill out Blorbotania and ended up loving very, very much

Under here are some of my favorite bits:

Hornsby, it's just the ride of your life

He looks between the two of them. "Wait, you're King in Yellow and she's Cthulhu?"

"Yeah, that's what it says on my holy symbol," Corazon says, though it is fair that Hornsby wouldn't be able to identify the Yellow Sign on sight. "Why?"

"Cthulhu gave you to her and not her to you?" Hornsby says with concern. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm quite sure," Corazon says.

"It's just she's like a twelve and you're a hard eight," Hornsby says. "Did she do something to anger him, or-"

"You fucking prick," Corazon says, as Hornsby laughs. Corazon indicates the man next to him. "This is Hornsby, and he's the worst."

2. Amanita/Rita, component parts (who is technically a canonical character, but you know how we do)

"What's the best way to shut somebody up?" Kasimir asks.

"Hm," Rita says. "It depends on what you need them to not say. If you just need a blind eye, cash is king."

"I meant, like, in a scene," Kasimir says.

"Ohh," Rita says. "Then it depends on how much they want to talk. A knot in a rag is fine if you want to remind someone they don't want to say anything, but I've gone as far as a bit and headgear when necessary."

"I don't like the sound of that," Kasimir says.

"I know," Rita says, unconcerned, and goes back to her sandwich.

3. Marlene Fortescue, the Duchess Aneste, the deep

In the exposition room, Marlene is eating breakfast, her feet kicked up; she found somebody's discarded tawdry novel and is flicking through to the dirty parts. Whoever belongs to this book, they don't have half bad taste. Surely it's not Barnaby's, but that's because it's quite broody and sensual and full of burning desire, and Barnaby likes the ones that are all sunshine and rainbows and silly misunderstandings. No accounting for taste.

A man is coming up the drive; he's shaped sort of like a juggling club, if you sat it up on its base, or maybe like an egg in its cup, much like the one she has here. She doesn't want to have to crack him, but she will.

He's fussing to the woman who's with him, who is, by Marlene's reckoning, ten years too young and much too hot for him. He manages to get all the way to the door, and he raises a hand to knock.

"Fuck off!" Marlene calls through the window.

4. Camille and Gustave Rousseau, high road

"What would you do if I moved to Volisport?" Gustave asks, after a few minutes of silence together in the warm, breezy night.

Camille shrugs. "Whatever I had to do to change your mind."

"You don't ever want more?" Gustave asks.

"I never stop wanting more," Camille says. "I just know that Volisport is less."

"Then why did we go through all of that?" Gustave says, gesturing to the streets below, even though they're miles away from the ones he means.

"To make them afraid and ashamed," Camille says, with a smug grin. "To make them suffer with the knowledge that they live on a lie. Now they knew it took nothing to convince them of a falsehood so overwhelming that it changed everything." She makes a grand gesture, like a sweeping curtsey. "Their government is in ruins. They've been made to kneel, and all it took was a pair of 'twins' with a righteous-"

Gustave waves a hand at her. "Get off your oil drum, it's only me."

Camille settles a bit. "Anyway, if their mayor got ousted because two kids from the sticks had an ax to grind, town's a bit shit, innit?" she says, like Papa or Maman would. She shakes her head. "I could never ask Danielle to follow me. She and Gia have never left Rouille-sur-le-Port." She brings one of her hands down on the railing. "There, I'm the eldest daughter of the richest family in town." She sets her other hand down a short distance away. "I'm news in Volisport right now." She pulls her hand back. "But next month, I'm no one."

"You never think that might be nice?" Gustave asks.

Camille smiles at him fondly. "My belovèd brother, you know I don't."

5. The dudebro ghost hunters, Their Own Devices

Newt starts the recording again. "Are we rolling, Ces?" probably-Max says. "Okay, we're approaching the house now."

"Nice little cottage, dude," Jake says.

"Oh my god," Anathema says.

"I didn't say I listened to it for fun," Newt says defensively.

"Let's just get into this back door," Max says, and there are faint sounds that are definitely someone illegally forcing a door open.

"It's cold as fuck in here, bro," Jake says. "What's our temp, Ces?"

"I'm reading 75 where I am, but 56 where you are," Cecily says.

"Do demons even cause cold spots?" Anathema asks.

"Not in the slightest," Aziraphale says.

"There's a reason this is a podcast, and it's not just because they can't get a TV show," Newt says. "It's good for jogging, because how much I hate it fuels me."

6. Everyone at the pirate courthouse, they all suppose what they want to suppose

"Call in the next witness," the judge, a hulking green dragonborn wearing a crown, says, just as the three of them are getting settled. Corazon steps into the courtroom, taking the witness stand. Prudence is just behind him, openly letting bits of arcane energy prickle at the tips of her fingers.

There's an old man sitting in a chair, to the side of the courtroom. He looks like he was dragged in from the sea itself, wearing what appears to be a discarded sail, shells visible in his bushy white beard. The judge nods to him, and the old man closes his eyes, both hands on his gnarled staff. He slams it against the ground twice, and a silvery dome covers Corazon, the judge, and the lawyers.

"What on earth is that?" Egbert says, shocked.

"I'm pretty sure it's Zone of Truth," Merilwen says dryly.

"Please state your name for the court, and any pertinent aliases," the plaintiff's attorney says. He and the defense attorney are kind of wearing business suits, in that each of them are trousers and vests that match, with gauzy shirts that hang open to the chest, laced insouciantly. Both of them have massive scimitars on their hips, which no one seems concerned about.

7. The furry artist discord but especially freelance herpetologist, slither on home to me

Brit-ish Wyrm: yeah the naga is his husband freelance herpetologist: WHAT THE FUCK

8. Melissa Devra, the forthcoming original thing I'm working on

"We are a communion based on love," Devra tells her. "I don't know why you refuse to believe that."

"You worship a cosmic horror who tears holes in reality," Emily says.

Devra looks at her blankly. "I don't see what that has to do with anything."

[plus-size-reader]

Cute

Void/Stiles Stilinski x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2939 words

Warnings: none

Summary: The reader finally gets up the courage to tell Stiles about her feelings for him but Stiles isn’t really himself at the time. 

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You should have seen this coming.

Of course Stiles was never going to go for a girl like you. All your lives he had been absolutely obsessed with Lydia Martin and lord knows you looked nothing like her. You were never going to look anything like her, but it was easy to ignore when it was just her.

Stiles had always liked her, drooling over her in math class and talking about her every chance he got but you both knew he had about as much of a chance with her as you did with him.

It wasn’t going to happen.

...but now he had Malia.

She was just as thin and gorgeous as Lydia was, but she was actually into him. She wanted to go out with him and there was nothing stopping them from going for it, why would there be?

It wasn’t like Stiles had any clue that you had been in love with him since middle school or that you were actively more and more in love with him as time went on.

He didn’t know you thought about him as much as he thought about them, or beat yourself up because you were never going to be a size three like Lydia was.

You adored him, but he was never going to see that.

It made you feel so empty, like the last seven years didn’t mean anything to him which wasn’t even close to true. You knew that both Scott and Stiles cared a lot for you, like they cared for each other but it wasn’t enough.

You wanted Stiles to daydream about you, to see you, because you were right in front of him. You would have done anything for him, and did, but for some reason, it was still like you didn’t exist.

It was getting old.

Really old, and the more you thought about it, the more the reality of the situation upset you. You had been there for Stiles all his life.

You were right by his side when his mom got sick, and beat up Jackson Whittemore once in the eighth grade for calling him a geek, but none of that seemed to matter to him.

Stiles still couldn’t see you.

“You’ve been staring at them for thirty minutes” Scott hummed, shaking you out of your thoughts with a bump to your shoulder with his own. You were searching for anything that could explain the strange occurrences around here as of late, but there was nothing.

It wasn’t your fault watching Stiles canoodle with his new girlfriend was more entertaining than looking through some dusty old book.

“I have not” you sighed, shooting him an almost defensive look as you glanced back down at the book in question. Had he been anyone else you may have pretended to have your shit together, but Scott knew better.

He knew the two of you better than anyone else in the world, and even if he wasn’t the true alpha, which he also happened to be, it wasn’t hard to see what was going on.

You clearly liked him, in a way that wasn’t just platonic like your relationship was. You had never gotten so shook up when Scott was seeing a girl, he would have noticed.

“It’s okay, I get it” he tried, hoping that you weren’t going to try and shut him out over this again. Scott had tried to have this conversation with you a few times already, and it never worked out the way he wanted.

You always got cagey and didn’t want to talk about it.

“No you don’t, Scott. You’ve dated every girl you ever had a crush on, because you’re you” you grumbled, poking him in the abs as aggressively as you could without hurting him to prove your point.

He didn’t ever have to worry about the things you did.

Not only was Scott one of the sweetest and most brave men you’d ever known, but he also couldn’t have been in better shape if he wanted to. He looked like one of those perfectly sculpted men in the movies, with six pack abs and chiseled muscles.

It wasn’t like he constantly had to live with the knowledge that the person he loved most in this world didn’t love him back because he wasn’t good enough. You knew that Stiles didn’t feel the same way about you because you weren’t as skinny as you could have been, or as pretty as the others were.

At this point, you doubted he even saw you as a girl at all because you were just his best friend, and that was it. That was what you’d always been and considering how oblivious he was to the feelings you had for him, it wasn’t surprising.

You weren’t even on his radar in that way.

“First of all, ow! Second of all, you’re super cute, why wouldn’t he be into you?” Scott wondered, that same supportive, loving tone that was always in his voice making itself known to you. He really did believe that, not that it made you feel better.

Cute.

That was all you were ever going to be.

Puppies were cute, and everyone loved them but no one was actively dreaming of taking their favorite puppy out on a date or dreaming about a puppy out loud to their friends. You didn’t date someone just because they were cute, which was the whole problem.

You didn’t want to be cute.

You wanted to be beautiful, to be hot, to be drop dead gorgeous in the way that Lydia was, and it killed you every day that you weren’t.

“Thanks Scott, but I don’t think cute is gonna cut it” you decided, closing the book in front of you as a way of closing this conversation before getting up and heading out of the library.

It didn’t make any sense to Scott.

It was clear to him that you and Stiles had something that could very well be a great relationship but you kept getting in your own way and it wasn’t like Stiles knew what he was doing. 

Some days, Scott worried he’d leave his head at home if it wasn’t attached.

“Hey Y/N, think about it” he called, catching the way you turned around to look at him before heading out to the parking lot.

There was no way Stiles was going to come to the conclusion that you cared about him as anything more than a friend on his own, and until you got that push to do it yourself, it wasn’t going to happen.

He just had to wait for one or both of you to take that chance.

~

Scott had a point.

Of course he did, Scott usually had a point as much as you hated to admit it. You were super cute, and while it might not have been enough, there really weren’t that many reasons why Stiles wouldn’t be into you.

Now, all you had to do was figure out what you were going to do about it, before all desire to do so left your body completely if it hadn’t already. 

You had only been trying to sike yourself up about this for the past hour in the rear view mirror and it just wasn’t happening.

You felt like an idiot.

Here you were, sitting across the street from Stiles’ house like a creep, without a single idea of what you were actually going to say to him if you ever made it to his front door. It didn’t make any sense, this was a guy you’d known since you were a kid.

You had never had a problem saying anything to him or doing whatever you wanted, but now, the idea of even looking him in the face was enough to make you want to be sick. It was hardly fair but you had done this to yourself after all.

It was perfectly fine before, even if you were unhappy. No one else had to know that you had feelings for him and you could just suffer in silence but now that you had Scott in your corner, it was hard not to want to try.

Surely your shared best friend was the best authority on whether or not there was anything between you and Stiles. If anyone was going to know anything, it was the true alpha, after all. 

That was like, his whole thing.

“You can do this. You’ve fought monsters, this is just Stiles” you reminded yourself, before pushing the mirror away completely, getting out of the car before you could buckle back up and drive home. It was now or never, and whatever happens, happens.

You couldn’t worry about it now.

“Hey Stiles, are you feeling better?” you hummed, the words barely registering under your breath as you tried to figure out what you wanted to say. You’d had this nightmare a million times over but you’d never actually considered doing it on your own.

Now that you were, the words just weren’t coming to you like they should have been.

“I just had something I wanted to run by you” you tried, testing out how that would sound before immediately scrapping it. That sounded like you were making some kind of business proposal and you certainly weren’t.

It had to be perfect.

Not that you had time to actually nail down what you wanted to say before you found yourself at his front door, already having knocked out of habit. Again, you briefly considered sprinting back to your car before it opened but you couldn’t make your feet move.

You knew that you had to do this.

“Hey Stiles, I was hoping we could talk” the words left your lips before you could police them, as soon as the door opened. You knew that it was hardly the smoothest you could have been but at this point, there was nothing between the two of you to soften the blow.

You just had to get this over with. If he accepted your feelings, he accepted them but if he didn’t, there was nothing you could do to change that either.

Naturally, those words freaked Stiles out a little because he assumed something terrible had happened but you didn’t seem as panicked as you should have been if someone was dying. This was a little more than your usual high strung but not by much.

“Yeah for sure, are you okay?” he allowed, moving away from the doorframe to let you in before closing the door behind you both. His dad was working late again, so it would just be the two of you but that had never been a problem before.

Especially lately, you and Stiles had killed time on several nights when Scott was busy with the pack or on date night. It wasn’t strange for you to be alone together, normally but there was a strange air about it today.

You just couldn’t tell if it was coming from him or you.

You knew that Stiles had been having a little trouble sleeping lately, and the nightmares were driving him crazy but the pack was going to handle it. 

The pack always took care of those kinds of things and you both knew Scott wasn’t going to let anything happen to him.

All he had to do was wait it out and try to relax in the meantime.

…And of course, you were having a hard time being your calm and collected self as you tried to figure out the best way to go about this whole thing.

It wasn’t every day you confessed your feelings to your best friend after all.

“I’m alright, I just have something I want to talk to you about is all” you shrugged, sitting down on the couch. This was a lot harder to do than you could have ever thought, and it just seemed like it wasn’t going anywhere.

There was only so much stalling you could do before you had to tell him the truth.

“Okay, I guess I’m just gonna put it all out there,” you sighed, your hands falling on your thighs. This was your last chance to walk away and no one would ever have to know what it was you were hiding, and that almost seemed like the right thing to do.

Though, the way he was looking at you took that all away.

You knew that if you ever had a chance at being with him in the way you wanted, you had to be able to tell him how you felt, at the very least.

Here goes nothing.

“I’m in love-with you” you allowed, exhaling as if you’d been holding that in your lungs all this time, which you pretty much had. You had no idea how this was supposed to feel, but you were pretty confident it wasn’t like this.

He didn’t even say anything at first.

All you could see was Stiles rubbing his temple out of the corner of your eye, his eyes screwed shut. It was hardly the reaction you had been expecting but at that moment, it didn’t even matter. You knew what he’d been going through, and it worried you.

It always worried you, especially knowing about his mom and all the stress he’d been under lately. 

Needless to say, you were more than happy to forget about everything you’d just said in favor of making sure he was alright, especially if your words had upset him.

If he didn’t feel the same, you would have happily moved on as if this moment had never happened. It would be easier than having to swallow that rejection.

You didn’t know if you could handle that after all this.

You had been hiding your feelings for Stiles all this time, and now that you said it out loud, you hoped you’d feel better but you just didn’t. This whole thing was really starting to seem like a mistake, and you didn’t even know everything yet.

Neither did Stiles.

In reality, he was more than thrilled at your confession but something was wrong. He felt like he wasn’t in control, like he wasn’t even in his own body anymore. It didn’t make any sense but he had never had a feeling like this before.

Stiles was vulnerable.

Before this moment, the Nogitsune hadn’t been able to break through to the surface but you provided the crack in his armor that it needed to escape. It was perfect, at least for the void, it certainly wasn't going to be pleasant for you.

After all, it had been a long time since it had seen the light of day and it was hungry, hungry and wearing your little lover boy like a cheap Halloween costume. Of course it was going to use that against you, void would be an idiot not to.

Your love for the boy made you little more than an exposed nerve, one that the Nogitsune could poke and prod at all it pleased until it was satisfied.

...and it certainly intended to.

All at once, there was a huge change in the room between the two of you, and more specifically, in Stiles. 

There was a cold, darkness to him that you had never seen which you didn’t even realize was there until he started laughing, a deep chuckle leaving his throat.

You weren’t ready for it, but what you were less ready for was what happened when he spoke.

“Did you really think I could ever feel like that, for you? We both know that’s a little crazy” he scoffed, an almost mocking tone that didn’t sound like Stiles at all. It shocked you, in all honesty, but not for the reason you may have thought.

Deep down, you knew that Stiles wouldn’t be interested in you but you never could have imagined him being so aggressive and cruel in his rejection of you.

He’d never spoken to anyone like that before, especially not you.

“I just-” you tried, but he stopped you before you could even try to get through this whole thing with any dignity at all. For the Nogitsune, this was all fun and games, but for you, it was so much more than that.

This was quite possibly the worst moment of your life.

“You aren’t blind, you had to have known this wasn’t going to work out the way you wanted. I mean, look at you?”

Stiles was screaming, using everything he had to try and get through to you, to overpower whatever this thing in his head was, but he couldn’t make it happen. It was too much, too strong, and all he could do was sit back and let it happen.

He knew it was breaking your heart, he could see it in your face but no matter how hard he fought, there was nothing he could do to get back in control. He felt like he was locked in a cage in his own head, and someone else had the key.

He just didn't know who.

You sat there for a second more as you tried to process whatever it was that was happening right now before you felt tears pricking in the corner of your eyes, and decided that it was probably time to leave.

Staying here any longer was just going to make this worse. Besides, it wasn’t as if Stiles was in the mood to talk this out or even treat you like a person.

Clearly, Scott was wrong, being cute wasn’t enough to make someone care about you.

[ericspinkhair]

quarantine longings

pairing: best friend!kevin x fem!reader

word count: 3.2k

synopsis: you and your best friend have sex because quarantine made you horny

warnings: best friends to lovers, takes place during the pandemic, spoiler of 356 days (but not the end, just generally the plot), no use of condoms but only the pill, creampie, sexual fantasies, fingering, hand-job, sex, slight angst at the end if you squint

a/n: I would literally die for kevin, I love him so much. I'll be writing a multiple parts series about him after I'm done writing scenarios for every member first.

requests are open!

masterlist + requests

you slammed your foot hard against the wall and cursed in pain. you hopped on one foot to your bed, holding your other leg in agony and tasted blood as you bit your lip to keep the volume of your suffering groans in check. someone knocked on the door.

'are you okay?' your roommate asked concerned.

'no, leave me alone, kevin,' you croaked out. you wanted to suffer by yourself.

there was an awkward silence and then you heard him sigh. soon after, the door next to your room closed shut.

why were you so frustrated, one might ask? well, the pandemic was kicking your butt and you just couldn't take it anymore. when the news of the virus had first spread, no one thought it would become this serious. but suddenly everyone was walking around with masks and spent most of their time staying at home.

after graduating high school, you and kevin had decided to move in together for college because both of you were broke and couldn't afford to live alone. you had been best friends since middle school and had been convinced that it was a smart idea at the time.

and everything went smoothly for the first one and a half years. however, after not seeing anyone else since the start of the pandemic over a year ago, it became increasingly difficult to share an apartment, but not in the way one might assume. you were neither sick of each other nor did you fight a lot. to tell the truth, it was quite the opposite.

earlier, before you had kicked the wall in anger, the two of you had painted together. kevin was majoring in art and, since you didn't have anything better to do, you joined him while he did projects for his classes. you might have been majoring in journalism but you had always liked drawing and painting, even though you weren't particularly skilled. you were a naturally clumsy person, always tripping over air and dropping things. today you were hecticly moving around your hands while telling him about a stupid video you had seen and you accidently let go of the brush in your hand. it hit the side of kevin's face, leaving a wide splodge of red paint on his right cheek.

to get back at you, he jerked his paint brush and splattered some green color on your white shirt. you saw this as a challenge and soon both of you were both drenched in the colors of the rainbow, laughing hysterically on the floor, not caring that you were spreading the paint on the poor carpet.

you turned your heads to look at each other and you felt absolutely in peace. you loved this man and couldn't be more glad that it was him and not anyone else you were stuck with inside of this apartment.

he stood up to take off his stained shirt and your smile quickly faded off your face. your lips slightly parted and you couldn't help but stare at his now exposed biceps and abs.

your mouth watered and you felt heat pooling between your legs as you took your time to study his architecture. thoughts about how badly you wanted him to thrust into you while his strong arms held you up invaded your mind. you tried to shake them off but it was impossible.

occasions like this were slowly becoming a common occurrence for you.

having mostly stayed inside for over a year, also meant that you didn't have sex for that long. it's not like you were the horniest person on the planet but you still had needs that were being neglected. with kevin being home all the time you didn't even dare to masturbate, scared that he would be able to hear you through the frustratingly thin walls. you must have gone insane with all the lust building up inside you and that's why you suddenly craved to have sex with your best friend. this whole thing was destroying everything. it was hard to act normal when he was making you this nervous and heated but you tried to pretend that everything was fine anyway for the sake of your friendship.

that was the reason why you were angry and had hurt yourself. you hated the way you felt about your best friend and you hated the pandemic for not giving you an outlet to escape so you could recollect yourself.

what you weren't aware of was that kevin was no stranger to the exact same frustration.

he would need more than his ten fingers and ten toes to be able to count the amount of times he had to run to the bathroom to hide his boner because he had done so much as look at you bend over or stretch. he didn't want to make you uncomfortable but it was a challenge to try and calm down his hormones.

whenever he jacked off, images of you flashed through his mind; your sweet curves and pink lips drove him insane.

last week, you two were cooking together and you had asked him to get the salt. he stood behind you to reach for it on the highest shelf. he was forced to press his crotch against your butt cheeks and his dick hardened against his will. he quickly handed you the salt, excused himself and ran off before you could figure out what had happened.

he might not have known the cause of your sudden outburst but he sympathized with your fury because he had a lot of pent up anger towards covid as well.

he lay in his bed and tried to focus on the book he was reading but he couldn't tune out the groans coming from the room next to his. he cursed.

'stop it!' he was panicking as he saw a familiar tent forming in his pants. your sounds triggered some weird perverted part of his brain that sent signals right to his genitals. his dick was hardening and he saw no other solution to his problem than to give in to his subconscious desires.

he pulled down his pants just far enough so that his cock had enough room to spring out. it only needed a few strokes before it stood tall and angry. kevin pressed his head into his pillow and moved his hand fast. he wanted to get over with it quickly. he emptied his cum on his stomach while imagining your greedy little mouth being stuffed by his cock. he lay there panting as yet another round of shame flushed over him.

'get yourself together,' he whispered, mentally slapping himself.

***

'do you want to order japanese or italian?' you asked kevin. today was friday which meant it was time for your weekly tradition of ordering take out and watching a movie.

'definitely italian. we've already had japanese for the past four days. I need something else for a change,' kevin complained and shuddered at the thought of having to eat sushi again. the japanese restaurant prepared absolutely delicious food but he just couldn't stand it anymore.

you laughed at his pained facial expression. 'fine, italian it is.'

within twenty minutes the doorbell rang and after about half a minute kevin came back with two huge boxes.

he opened them on the small table situated in front of your couch and the smell of freshly cooked pasta seasoned with basil made your stomach growl.

kevin wanted to dig in already but you stopped him. you had to choose a movie first.

'let's watch tall girl. I saw everyone hate on it on tiktok,' you suggested.

'I think we should watch 365 days, that was all over my for you page as well,' kevin argued. you hadn't heard of it so you weren't sure whether it would be the right movie for you. the rule was that it had to be as bad as possible.

'according to what I have heard, it's apparently even worse than 50 shades of grey,' kevin added which piqued your interest. the both of you had watched 50 shades about two months ago and you were honestly shocked by how awful it actually was. you couldn't understand why everyone had been so obsessed with it when it was first released. if 356 days was really worse, then you'd hit the jackpot. you clapped your hands.

'fine, you win. I swear if the movie isn't as horrible as you say it is then you owe me something!' he intertwined his pinky with yours to promise.

watching horrible movies was way better than watching good ones. making fun of bad storylines, stupid characters or horrible editing was one of your favorite past times.

'I guess I'll have to add are you lost, baby girl to the top 10 worst lines ever spoken. who thought ah yes this is sexy, let's have him repeat it over and over again', you complained, shoving some pasta into your mouth.

'so he's like I won't do anything without your permission while he is literally groping her boobs against her will, like make it make sense, massimo', added kevin, ruffling his hair in frustration. he almost completely forgot about the food.

'so let me get this straight: he drugged her, kidnapped her, tied her up, hung up a painting of her just because he saw her face when his dad was shot?'

'totally relatable.' both of you giggled.

you were enjoying complaining about the plot. it was horrible.

there were plenty of erotic scenes but they were honestly so funny and kinda gross that you could bare it without really being affected by them. kevin, on the other hand, had placed a pillow over his hard-on to hide the embarrassing fact that these terrible, smutty scenes had turned him on.

and then the infamous boat scene came.

massimo and laura had a huge fight, she fell of the boat, he saved her and now she was suddenly so in love with him that she begs him to fuck her. which he does.

you felt your panties become increasingly wet as the couple had steaming hot sex.

'this is embarrassing but I'm so horny,' you admitted but in a way that should have suggested that you meant it as a joke. something about this statement stirred something in kevin.

'well, what can I say?' he replied and lifted the pillow. your pupils widened at the sight of your best friend's bulge.

his eyes darkened and he looked at you with lust clearly written on his face. you reciprocated his stare with the same intensity. you tried to focus on his dark brown orbs instead of his boner but the image you had just seen was present in your mind.

his gaze shifted to your lips and, before you knew it, kevin climbed above you and pressed your back flat onto the couch.

your lips locked and you immediately buried your hands in his hair to pull him closer. you moved in sync, his lips fitting perfectly onto yours. you bucked your hips up against his crotch and earned a moan from kevin. he opened his eyes in shock as realization hit him. he quickly pulled away and jumped off the coach.

'I'm so sorry, y/n. I shouldn't have just done that. I don't know what came over me,' he apologized profusely, staring at his feet. did he really think that you didn't want this?

'give me your hand,' you told him and held out your hand.

'why?' he raised his eyebrows in confusion. you rolled your eyes.

'just do it.'

you took his hand and led it to your crotch.

'what are you- oh my god.' your juices had completely soaked through your panties and your sweatpants. 'you are so wet.'

'for you,' you added. 'there's no need to apologize. I'm literally begging you to continue.'

you didn't have to say that twice before he pulled you closer to him by your hips and engaged you in another desperate kiss. his hands were groping your butt while you let yours slide under his hoodie. you felt his naked skin and toned abs, as you rubbed his stomach. you lowered your hands and bravely palmed his boner through his clothes.

'y/n,' he hissed out against your lips. you hooked your thumbs in the elastic of his pants and underwear, and pushed the material down to his thighs. he struggled to get them off.

you stroked his hard dick as he slipped his hand into your panties to massage your pussy at the same time.

he slipped one finger inside and began working it in and out. you finally were getting the relief you had been desperately craving for for so long. kevin was skilled and your walls were trying to swallow his slim finger. you were quickly coming close to your orgasm after having abstained for more than a year. you pulled his hand out.

'I bet you can make me come even better with your dick,' you challenged kevin.

'you bet I will.' he was confident.

'let me just look for a condom.' he was already turning away to go search in his room but you held him back by the arm.

'forget about it. I'm on the pill and I want you raw. I want you to come inside me and not spill into a stupid condom.'

the idea of this sounded very tempting to kevin. he picked you up and threw you back onto the couch, drawing your hips closer to him so he could pull off all the pieces of clothing that were hindering him from accessing your pussy.

he propped up his arms next to your sides and spread your thighs apart. strings of arousal were hanging from your folds and he saw your hole desperately clench around nothing. his dick hurt from how much he wanted to finally be inside of you. he wanted to find out how close he had been able to imagine how you would feel around him.

your hole took him in easily, welcoming him happily by embracing it tightly. kevin swore he could've cum right here and there.

he went slow at first to give you a chance to adjust but you were already fully ready, rocking your hips forward to meet his thrusts.

he crashed your mouths together and you kissed him like he was oxygen and you were short of air. you smiled and your eyes rolled back, satisfied with how things had played out today and the prospects of coming looked fairly promising.

desperate for release, kevin picked up the pace, his eyes closed while fucking into you like a horny animal. he couldn't help himself and all the 'faster's and 'harder's spilling from your mouth only encouraged him to drive himself deeper into you.

you wrapped your legs around his torso in an attempt to regain the control you were losing.

'fuck fuck fuck,' you cursed, feeling your muscles starting to contract. kevin brushed away some hair that was stuck to your sweaty forehead.

'it's fine, I'm coming too,' he announced and it took only a few more thrusts before a body shaking orgasm flushed over you, making you see only white. this drove kevin over the edge too and he spilled inside you, filling you up with his hot cum. he continued to slowly ease his dick in and out of you, fucking his semen right back into you until you had ridden out both of your orgasms. he let himself fall onto the couch right next to you, panting hard.

'I very much needed this,' you sighed in content.

'same, I wasn't sure whether I could hold out any longer without having a proper orgasm.' he watched his cum drip out of you.

'we should've thought of this sooner,' you said. 'this was a great idea.'

kevin hummed in agreement.

***

so now you and kevin were having sex on a regular basis, your high score being five times in a day. it felt good to finally live out your sexuality and not having to restrict yourself. sure, you guys did it more than necessary but it was a great way to pass time and it felt fucking amazing.

today you had done it in the shower after waking up, then on the kitchen counter and you had just finished having sex in his bed.

he was spooning you from behind, his cock still placed inside of you. he nuzzled his nose into your neck.

'stop, that tickles,' you chuckled.

'sorry.'

after a while of comfortable silence you heard him let out a big sigh.

'what's wrong?' you asked as he pulled out of you. you turned around to be able to look at him.

'I don't think I can do it like this anymore,' he confessed.

'what do you mean?' you asked. 'are you talking about us having sex?'

he nodded. your heart dropped and you started feeling dizzy. you tried to search for answers in his eyes but he avoided looking at you.

'w-why?' you stuttered, trying to hold back the tears that were welling up in your eyes.

'it was amazing at first,' he started and finally raised his head to meet your gaze, 'and I went into it without much thought. I went crazy during quarantine and began fantasizing about having sex with you. then it became reality but now I understand that was probably wrong of me. I've always thought of myself as a gentleman, yet I slept with you without much thought. you see, my issue is this…'

suspense hung in the air and you were impatiently waiting for him to get to the point.

'I like you.'

you quietly gasped in surprise. you had been expecting him to say you were bad at sex and that he regretted everything but not this.

'I shouldn't be sleeping with you unless you were my girlfriend,' he finished off his ramble. you felt immensely relieved.

'do you want me to?' you asked him.

'want you to what?' kevin was confused. he had been a hundred percent sure you'd immediately jump out of the bed in disgust when he confessed.

'be your girlfriend. after all, I like you too, you moron.' you realized that you had known this for a while. you might have even been crushing on your best friend since way before the pandemic struck but it was kind of hard to track your feelings. still, you were sure you liked him too. now that he had admitted his feelings, you were able to admit yours not only to him but to yourself as well.

'wow, I didn't expect this,' kevin confessed surprised. you laughed.

'yeah, we should've realized this sooner.' he pulled you closer and kissed you. it was different than the other times. his lips moved softly against yours, in contrast to all of your rough and passionate kisses you had exchanged these past few weeks. he conveyed his emotions through the kiss.

'you're ready again?' you groaned as you felt kevin's dick harden against your upper thigh. he chuckled.

'sorry, you just turn me on so much.'

so then you did it for the fourth time. that day, you set a new record of having sex six times. you might have been happy now but still just as horny.

[mythiccheroacademia]

—lunch box

A/N: just another cute idea i had because i’m obsessed with barbarian/dragon king!bakugo and fantasy shit in general. some context: you and bakugo are betrothed—although, sometimes you wish you weren’t bc he can be a real asshole. luckily for you, he’s willing to work on it bc he likes loves you just that much. a litte angst (it wouldn’t be a mtha story without it) but it ends in fluff <3

Warnings: cursing

Your friends looked at their food with heart eyes and dug into the neatly wrapped box with fever.

“Ahh! Thank you for making this, Y/N!” one of them exclaimed. The other could only nod in agreement, too into your cooking to speak.

You smiled and waved them off. “It was nothing. Consider it a thank you for letting me copy the homework last night,” you chuckled.

“Did you cook one for Prince Bakugo? I’d imagine he’d love it! If there’s anyone’s cooking he loves more than his own, it’s yours!”

At the mention of his name, your expression fell. You looked down at the case of food you had prepared for him as an apology.

Four days ago, you two were hanging around his residence. You managed to get him to dance around with you. Well, it more like you were dancing and he was doing his best not to combust in embarrassment. Katsuki warned you that you shouldn’t be too reckless otherwise you’d break something.

Of course, you paid him no mind, too enthralled with your fun to notice your proximity to a nearby statue—one of the Bakugo family’s treasures.

One thing led to another, and you knocked it over, shattering it before either of you could even react. Your rich skin lost its glow and your boyfriend cursed something nasty.

Least to say, his parents were not happy. But instead of being rightfully scolded, Bakugo had taken the blame for it.

They found him attempting to clean it up and assumed it was his fault. You wanted to correct them, but he threw you a nasty glare, sealing your mouth shut. He was now under punishment until they deemed fit and from then on, he hadn't spoken a friendly word to you.

A little sigh escaped your lips. Your two friends looked at each other before offering you encouraging smiles.

“Hey,” one spoke, placing a hand on your knee. You met her gaze. “You should go give it to him. He’d love it.”

There was a moment of silence before you decided to act. Taking the spur of confidence, you stood up and briskly made your way to the other classroom. Just before you entered, you heard his voice and felt your heart waver with anxiousness.

However, now wasn’t the time to let doubt consume you. Things wouldn’t get better until something was done.

You took a deep breath, calming your nerves, before opening the door and walking in. Your eyes scanned the room and found the young dragon prince amongst his group of friends.

Jaw set, you walked over to them, hands firmly around the packaged food.

Kirishima saw you first and gave you a friendly wave.

“Hey Princess L/N!”

“Hi boys! How’re ya doing?” you politely asked, putting on your best smile.

They gave you an upbeat answer that lifted your spirits.

Despite that, you hadn't heard a response from Bakugo. In fact, he hadn't even looked at you—but you wouldn’t be disheartened. You fueled herself with faux confidence and held out the dish to your betrothed.

“I-I made you something small yesterday, as an apology,” you stuttered.

Katsuki finally looked up, indifference in his stare. Ruby eyes flickered down to the box filled with rice, chicken, vegetables, and a small pastry on the side. His favorite kind. For a moment, he seemed like considered your offer, but you suffered the low blow of humiliation when he turned away to look through the window.

“Thanks, but I’ve already eaten. Should’ve given it to me earlier.”

Something in your stomach fell. Crushing rejection blossomed up your throat with each passing second. His words were cold, harsh, and unforgiving. It might’ve been stupid, overdramatic even, but it hurt.

Heartbroken wasn’t even the word.

Your nose burned, eyes blurring before you could stop it. Your chest tightened with embarrassment. Luckily, you mustered enough strength to hold in whatever was threatening to crumble you.

“Oh,” you dumbly responded.

“I’ll take it!” Kaminari excitedly said.

“No, I will! I’m still starving!” Kirishima chided.

You placed the box down, struggling to keep up your act.

“Split it between the both of you. I hope it’s good!” You internally winced over how high your voice had become. “I’m gonna to get going now. I’ll see you guys after school, yeah?”

And before anything else was said, you bolted straight out of the room. You hadn’t bothered to look at Katsuki. Knowing him, he probably hadn't noticed the strain in your voice.

As soon as you were out of sight, the tears flooded. You held your hands against your mouth, desperate to muffle your cries. You quickly took you into the nearest bathroom and you prayed no one had seen you lest there be questions. If you went to your friends, it’d cause a commotion. Your parents would eventually find out and you didn’t want any more problems.

So, you cried your eyes raw and eventually willed yourself to stop when it was time to return to class.

…

The week had gone by without another interaction. The weekend brought you some relief since you wouldn’t be forced to see Katsuki’s face for the time being. Or so you thought.

All you wanted to do was run some errands for your parents and then go back home and continue sulking. Yet the universe would not let you rest.

The moment you caught Bakugo’s eyes, you pivoted on your heel and booked it the other way. You assumed his anger with you would force him to keep his distance.

But you were thoroughly surprised to find he was following after you.

“Y/N,” he called.

Irritation and hurt filled your chest. You only walked faster, clutching the purse against her chest.

“Y/N, stop,” he demanded to which you promptly ignored.

This went on for a good thirty seconds until Bakugo decided he had enough. Without much noise, he ran up to you, grabbing you by the shoulder.

You weren’t having it.

You harshly shrugged off his hand. “Don’t touch me,” you snapped, keeping your eyes forward.

“I need to talk to you,” Katsuki grumbled.

“Well I don’t want to talk to you. So maybe some other time.”

Truthfully, the crowned prince found himself shocked at your coldness. Despite your innate boldness, he wasn’t used to such an icy tone. Especially directed at him.

His father warned him to never attack in these situations, but Bakugo let his temper get the best of him. His first reaction was to frown and deal back harsher words.

“What’s your fucking problem, dumbass? When I say stop, stop!”

A spike of anger flooded your veins. You whirled around on your heel and glared at him with frosty eyes. You felt compelled to drop your papers and slap him, but instead, you settled for a finger in his face.

“First of all, I’m not some dog you can just order around, you jerk! And just because we’re betrothed doesn’t mean I’m some girl you can treat like dirt whenever you feel like it! Until you apologize, leave me alone because my only problem right now is you. Bye.”

And just as quickly as you came, you turned to leave.

Now Bakugo was actually stunned. Forget, cold, this was a side of you he hadn't ever experienced. Admittedly, he hadn’t been spoken to like that from anyone besides his mother—and she only got away with it because she was not only the queen…but he was his mom.

Katsuki honestly didn’t know how to handle it. It was only then that he concentrated back on his father’s advice. Whenever his mother was upset with his dad, his father would fight back, but never with emotional anger. Always with humbleness and an understanding tongue.

It usually did the trick considering his mother could never stay upset with him for more than a night. It always struck the teen with hidden awe. Sometimes, Katsuki thought his dad was an angel.

Bakugo was no angel, but he hoped it’d have the same affect on you.

The blonde teen softened his face and walked up behind you. He stopped you, wrapping his arms around your waist to lie his forehead against the decorated braids the fell down your back.

“Damn it. I’m sorry okay?” he lowly said, face burning from such a public display of affection. “Just hear me out.”

You didn’t speak and he clenched his jaw.

“Please.”

You inwardly cursed your rapidly beating heart. If it weren’t for how stupidly nice being in his arms was (he was definitely working out more), and the fact that you found him kinda cute begging for your permission, maybe you wouldn’t have caved in so easily.

For now, you’d blame it on the fact that you two were destined to wed. It was better to start dealing with fights now so, hopefully, the future held less of them.

You heaved a sigh, unwillingly ignoring your body’s urge to curl in his arms. Instead, you pulled away and turned to face him. You peered into unsure crimson eyes with as much harshness you could conjure.

“Fine. Speak,” you permitted.

There was a small pause as he gathered his thoughts. When he opened his mouth, you instantly regretted it.

“I’m still mad at you for being dumb and breaking one of family’s treasures. And I’m still fucking pissed that my old hag is on my ass about it,” he started and noticed how your eyes narrowed in contempt.

You were about to turn away, thinking this was a waste of time. However, Bakugo took a hold of your wrist before you could leave.

“Leave me alone! If you didn’t want to get in trouble, you should’ve just let me take the blame. I can't believe I thought you’d apologize—“

“Let me finish, princess.”

It was your title, yet you felt your stomach flip when it came from his lips. You refused to let it influence you…but you’d give him another chance.

Bakugo stepped closer to you. “I’m upset, but I took the punishment because I wanted to. You didn’t mean to break it. Accidents happen, I understand that.”

There was a pregnant pause. Then, you softened your gaze a bit, eyes still lit with inquiry. “Why? Why would you do that if it meant getting in trouble? I could’ve taken the blame just fine.”

“Y/N, you freak the fuck out whenever you don’t get a perfect score on an exam. You try not to mess up and when you do, it’s like the world is ending,” he explained with a teasing smirk. You ungracefully snorted. He had a point. “When you broke the vase, I could hear your heart drop. You were two seconds away from crying. And when I saw how scared you looked I just—I don’t know.”

The look on your face was something between shock, surprise, and wonder. You blinked, thick lips parting slightly in awe.

“Katsuki…” you breathed to which the boy heavily blushed. Realizing how sappy he sounded, his mind screamed at him to cut it out.

Bakugo looked down and noticed he was still holding your wrist. He quickly let go and instinctively rubbed the nape of his neck.

“D-don’t be dramatic. I just didn’t wanna see you moping around or some shit. My father said that it wasn’t that important anyway…the vase I mean,” he mumbled.

Sure it wasn’t, you thought. What were you gonna do with this boy?

You supposed an apology was a good start.

“That was very nice and admirable of you Katsuki. Thank you,” you eventually said. “I’m still really sorry about the vase, and for being mean to you just now.”

He shook his head. “I know, but I’m the one that should be apologizing. I ain’t hafta treat you the way I did. I was being an ass for not accepting the food you made for me earlier.”

“Yeah you were, ya bastard.”

He chuckled at that. “The two idiots wouldn’t stop raving over how good it was.”

“Well, I had the best teacher in the kingdom,” you grinned.

“And I had an even better student,” he winked.

Your smile widened. Maybe marrying him wouldn’t be so bad.

You couldn’t help yourself when you heartily embraced him, enjoying how his arms slowly slithered around the small of your back. Your eyes met and you kissed him on the lips, leaving him with a little gasp. You pulled away and giggled under your breath.

“You know, you're a sweet guy underneath all that false bravado.”

“False brav—what the hell are you going on about!?”

Ignoring his explosive behavior, you readjusted the straps on your shoulder before turning on your heel.

“Don’t bring anything for lunch on Monday, okay? I’ll see you later, blondie.”

Despite his little tantrum, Bakugo still watched you disappear into the store with a gentle expression. You gave him more headaches than he cared for, but you were worth it. Besides, he was sure you could say the same for him.

Bakugo turned to leave and passed his fingertips over where your lips touched his own.

He’d never admit to the giddiness in his chest. He’d take that shit to the grave.

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Hi there~ I'm new to your blog but I just wanna say I love your headcanons! They're so cute~ 💘

if this hasn't been done already, could you possibly do Pomegranate tea + english breakfast tea for Kaeya or Diluc? Your choice! (Or even both?👀 whoever you feel more inspired to write about!)

Thank you in advance, stay safe!😊🙏

Hello! Thank you so much!! Well, I love both of those fine gentlemen, so I decided to write for both of them! Warning, contains spoilers for both Kaeya and Diluc's stories so do not read any further if you haven't gotten there yet and don't want to be spoiled.

Kaeya:

pomegranate tea: at what point did they know they loved their s/o?

For some people, love is just something that grows to be a part of their relationship, a simple progression of emotions. That however, is not the case for Kaeya Alberich.

The rain showed no sign of letting up. He had been caught by the storm on his way back to Mondstat from a scouting mission and had took refuge in a cave to wait it out. The rest of the party had gone on out of there before him so he had not doubt that they had already made it back to Mondstat before the storm had started.

Ah, just him and the rain. How nostalgic...

"Kaeya!" Well, apparently not. Kaeya pulled himself to his feet as he made his way to the entrance of the cave, glancing outside. There you were, completely drenched as you wandered back and forth, calling his name into the wind.

"[name], here!" he called out, managing to grab your attention. Even through the fog and downpour, he can see the grin on your face when you spot him and run over.

"What are you doing out here?"

You stand just out of the range of the rain now, seemingly unaware that you're soaked as you smile at him. "I came back to find you! This storm is kind of nasty so I just wanted to make sure that you were okay."

At that, Kaeya smiled. "Oh come on sweetheart, don't you know? Cryo is always stronger in the rain."

You scoffed at that as you set your bag down - whenever you had waterproofed your bag, he didn't know - had pulled out a towel as well as an apple which you offered to him.

"You might be stronger in it, but I know you don't like the rain."

How had you noticed? Kaeya aimed a quizzical gaze at you. "And why would you think that?"

"It's kind of obvious..." you remarked, rubbing the towel over your head in an attempt to dry off. "That's why I came over. Whatever it is, a little company should at least help a little bit right?"

It felt like Kaeya's heart had stopped in his chest. The feeling was strange, as though his chest was actually constricting at your words. What... was this? Eventually, he managed to speak.

"I suppose you're right..."

english breakfast tea: would they want a family?

I feel like this may let some of the Kaeya simps down, but it has to be said... I don't think that Kaeya would want a family in the near future, possibly even at all. Family is already a bit of a touchy subject for him. The only blood relative he remembers abandoned him under the pretense of fulfilling some old prophecy. He had thought he had found a new family with the Ragvindrs but that ended in nothing short of disaster.

Thus, Kaeya has come to a conclusion. He's just not cut out for families. Every one he's ever been a part of has come to a devastating end and he's convinced that he is the sole reason why.

Perhaps if one day, his internal struggles come to an end, he might consider it, but even then. He doesn't want to put himself or anyone else through the pain he's felt in the past. It's just safer to keep a distance.

Diluc:

pomegranate tea: at what point did they know they loved their s/o?

Diluc knew he loved you when he shared a secret he never thought he would, and yet, you still stayed.

"I tried to kill my brother." The words are out of his mouth before he can stop them.

You freeze in place, page from the book you were making your way through half-flipped as you slowly turned your face up towards his. You're silent for a moment and when you do speak, you pick your words carefully.

"I wasn't aware that you had a brother..."

Oh, you know the man he had once considered a brother and yet, Diluc knows that there's no way you could have made that connection with the knowledge you had. "We're not close anymore..."

"What happened?" You snapped your book shut, setting it down on the table beside you as you stood. Slowly, you made your way over to the couch Diluc sat on, sitting a comfortable distance away as you leaned in to listen.

And so, he told you. About the family he had once had and how in a single night, it had come to an end. He told you about the grief he felt, and then the shock, and then the anger and how he had taken it all out on a single person, and then things had never been the same.

He had been talking for a while but you've never once showed a sign that you wanted to leave. You continuously regarded him with that warm look as though his story was becoming your own as you listened.

Eventually, he ran out of words. You sat in silence for a moment before he spoke again. "You probably hate me don't you?"

"No." Your response was immediate, causing his head to fly up as he sought out your gaze. What he saw there wasn't an accusation or pity. It was a simple and straightforward resolution. "I am glad you trusted me enough to tell me all of this. And now, you don't have to suffer alone anymore."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I'm here with you now. We can work through this together."

And just like that, Diluc Ragnvindr fell in love.

english breakfast tea: would they want a family?

In his heart, there is nothing he wants more, but he's just not sure that he's ready yet. Just like Kaeya, Diluc has already lost his family once. Unlike Kaeya, while he does feel guilty, Diluc understands on some personal level, that his experience is not what all families are destined to be like.

He's still scared though. Some strange part of him is sure that he's part of the reason why his family ended up the way it did and he doesn't want to transfer that burden to anyone else. With the correct person however, he might be convinced that it was not his fault and that there is in fact, a chance here for him to start over. To be able to start a new family and be able to protect them until the end.

It would take time, but he'd get there eventually.

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Chapter 11

WC: 2077

Rated: E

Chapter Tags: full on angst, discussions of emotional trauma, mild depictions of blood/gore, mentions of self h*rm & su*cide, mentions of child abuse, discussions of physical disabilities, institutionalization, some dialogue & plot canon to TV show, hurt/comfort

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The rest of the conference went by much like the first day did. Both you and Laszlo bought a few books for your collections. An ease had settled over your conversations with the help of Sara and John's presence; you spoke more freely with each other. You tell yourself it is not because he's going soft on you or vice versa, but rather that you have found yourself in this imaginary bubble where you happen to get on well. It's inevitable that it will pop once you’re back at school and Laszlo will revert back to his usual callous state.

Laszlo. It still felt odd to think of him like that, rather than by his title. You couldn't lie, it gave you a sort of thrill. Even in your dreams you had only called him by his honorific. Thankfully you didn't have another dream after Friday. You couldn't escape the feeling that you'd said something incriminating in front of the man in question. So you chose to pretend it didn't happen.

Monday morning came and you headed to the train station. Once again he had secured a private cabin for the journey. This time you came prepared with a book since you had yet to replace your broken phone.

"Thank you again for inviting me to this, I really enjoyed myself. It was really nice of the department to foot my travel expenses, the hotel was really fancy. I may have helped myself to a mini-bottle or two," you joked.

"There is no need to worry about the department's finances; they were not involved."

You pause. He paid for you? Laszlo did say he would take care of the arrangements; but the four-star hotel, the private compartment train tickets, the admission to the conference, and every meal? Shit, that must have been a fortune, hundreds of dollars at least.

You don't know what to say, so you settle for an awkward "oh." A moment passes before you add "I appreciate that, um, I can pay you back. Might take some time but I can."

The professor is flippant in his reply. "There is no need, it was well spent for the research and knowledge acquired." He opens his book signaling the conversation is over.

You lick your lips. Fine then, I'll just consider it payment for emotional suffering and damages of the last eight weeks.

The first few hours of the journey were spent reading one of the new books you picked up at the convention. Occasionally you would peek over the pages at the professor. He was engrossed in his own selection; sometimes he would pause to write down a thought.

Around the seventh hour of your journey you had given up on reading anymore in favor of looking at the fields outside. The silence was comforting.

Laszlo had trouble concentrating on the book in his hand. He saw you as a conundrum. One minute you could be sociable and teasing with your comments, then next you were biting at his throat with your quick wit and fierce ideals. He decides that he wants to know what made you into who you are today. Now is as good a time as any.

His eyes on you cause a tingle up your spine but you ignore it. Laszlo breaks the silence; "may I ask a personal question?"

"You just did," you answer, still peering out of the large window. He huffed once, amused. At his following silence you face him. You raise your eyebrows to signal him to go on with his question. Curiosity grows at the thought of what he intends to ask.

"Twice now you have made implications of a traumatic past," he begins.

Bubble popped.

Interrupting, you snark "is this the part where you psychoanalyze me, doc? Because trust me, I've been through enough of that." You pick at the lint on your jeans.

Laszlo tries to choose his words more carefully the next time he speaks. "What I mean to say is, the first afternoon in the classroom where you defended that student you implied you had been witness to a trauma. You then displayed signs of anger and embarrassment before leaving prematurely. Yesterday you mentioned having entered a psychiatric facility. As an alienist I can't help but find myself curious about your experiences."

You slide your eyes to meet his from across the cabin. Your face is devoid of any emotion. "We all have our demons. Even you can't argue with that."

Your jaw clenches. Everyone had warned you. They all said he would try to worm his way into your head to figure you out. All the reviews, the gossip, everything. It was a big fat 'I told you so'. You give a pitiful laugh at the situation. "You know, everyone told me that you would pull this stunt."

He seems confused by your statement. "And what is that?"

"That you'd get inside my head and try to figure me all out or whatever. You already know I googled you beforehand, what everyone says about your methods. By now I assume you've done a little research yourself. I promise you there is nothing exciting here," you scoff and point to yourself.

"You would be correct in your assumption." You chew at your cheek as he starts. "I do know some of what happened in your past. Yet I also know that society likes to dilute the truth into something either more palatable, more entertaining, for people to consume greedily. What I want to know is what you have faced. How you have not allowed the experience to overcome you so much so that your humanity is erased like the characters I lecture on."

Eyes closing of their own volition you are thrown back in time to that night so many years ago. You didn't talk about it anymore. Bitsy knew of course, but that was the extent.

Laszlo waits. He knows this is likely to push you over the edge if your history with him means anything. Quite frankly, anyone would be tossed to their limit at his interrogation had they gone through what you had. John always told him that he needed to work on his bedside manner; that he had a habit of coming on too strong in his pursuit of learning the intricacies of the human mind. But your earlier comment about being sent to a so-called 'nuthouse' rubbed him the wrong way. It left a bad taste in his mouth. He needed to know. He needed to understand.

Laszlo can imagine the reprimand that he would receive from John and Sara for this. Just as he considers apologizing for his intrusion you open your eyes.

"She was fine. None of us suspected anything was wrong. I came home from having dinner with some… boy, and she had locked herself in the bathroom. She- she must have started over the sink and moved to sit on the side of the tub. She was hunched inside it when I got the door open. I pulled her out. Blood was… everywhere." Your voice is clinical as you explain.

"After, I shut down. So I checked myself into a psych ward a few days later when I couldn't get the feel of her blood off my hands. It's slippery, you know. And it smells. You wouldn't think so but it does." You clear your throat. "I did the therapy, took the meds they prescribed, all the standard treatments. Later I started watching true crime documentaries. I'd heard about exposure therapy so I figured the more I saw the gore, the less the image of my dead roommate would bother me. And it did help. The nightmares stopped after a while, I came back to school. I was better, just not the same.” You had watched the passing landscape as you explained. Turning to face him you speak again. “That's why those pictures didn't bother me. They weren't anything I hadn't seen before."

He contemplates you. The discovery and subsequent loss of your friend in this manner would no doubt cause lingering effects to your psyche. A stain that would forever remind you. "I offer my sincerest condolences. I do not presume to know what that would be like to experience, but I am glad you sought help afterwards. To make the choice to alleviate yourself of your own suffering where possible.”

As he says this he realizes that your anger towards the idea of being enslaved to unconscious impulse makes perfect sense. It explains why you focused so much energy on defending your belief in free will. That you have the power to choose how you carry your joy, your anger, your healing. It reminds him of how he held onto his own guilt and hurt, ignoring how it festered within him for so long. He feels as though he needs to share a piece of himself with you.

“I played piano as a child, quite well too. My mother hoped I would someday make a career of it. I vividly remember playing Mozart’s Concerto for Piano No. 20 in D Minor at a holiday party when I was seven years old. It was my favorite to play.... It requires two hands." You finally look at him. "My father...” He pauses to gather himself.

Now it is the doctor that cannot meet your eyes. As you listen you feel your confusion grow. How could he have been a talented pianist if he only had full use of his left hand? Unless..., the realization dawns on you just as he continues, his words slow.

“My father had two sides. One loving and the other brutal, the two often coexisting. It was something as trivial as putting me to bed, I recall... A game of tug of war. We were laughing…” He inhales a sharp breath. Already you can feel the tears begin to blur your vision. “I don't remember if he was drunk or if I said something that offended him. He must have pulled my arm behind my back.” Laszlo exhales shakily. “In small children, fractures can often affect…” he trails off, unable to finish. You can hear how he barely holds himself together.

Your heart aches for the broken man that sits in front of you. He never let on how much his arm bothered him, at least not within your presence. Suddenly you don’t see him as this rude, insufferable, obsessive man, but instead as someone that spends his life trying to protect himself. He projects his own anger and hurt so that he may, just for a minute, forget about his own demons. He wants to help others even when he feels he cannot bear to help himself.

But unlike you, he has to live with the physical reminder of his past every day of his life.

You stand and move to sit on his right side. Before allowing yourself to think too much of your actions, you place your hand atop his own, curling your fingers around his palm and squeezing delicately. You don’t bother wiping away the tears on your cheeks. “I’m so sorry, Laszlo;” the whisper is barely heard above the sound of the train. A second passes where you fear you have overstepped and offended him by touching the affected limb. When his thumb tightens against the backs of your fingers you know he is not. He holds you in place.

“You asked me how I kept my humanity. How does anyone really? We learn to take what we get and we carry it in a bag. Sometimes you have to drag the damn thing behind you. But eventually the weight gets less and less if you allow yourself to move forward, even if it’s still there with you all the time. I dealt with what happened years ago and it does still haunt me. It’s easier now than it was, but… I- I suppose I’ve learned from you too. Sitting in those lectures and hearing you talk. We can either let it haunt us for the rest of our lives… or we can accept it… and use the memory of our pain to help ourselves and others.”

“I’m not sure the choice is entirely in our hands.” His tone is mournful.

You turn to smile at him through your tears. His own eyes are bloodshot. “I disagree. If it weren’t, if we didn’t have the freedom to choose that, we’d all be murderers.”

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