#looking in the mirror makes me wanna rip myself apart piece by piece

[pyxielated]

nobody reads this part a billion so ill just scream some more abt my struggles with gender identity bc i saw this tiktok and it perfectly described how ive been feeling

[modx-reborn]

Silk ties to bind

Returning my C!Eret posts.

SMUT UNDERCUT! MINORS DNI!

It started as a passing joke that you would never be able to be seated in Eret's court, clothes too rough from your time spent in the forests of the server or just too dirty in general. As you spend hours on end mixing dyes and making messes that stain everything no matter how hard you try to keep things clean.

Only it seemed to make a soft chuckle pass from the monarch you spent so much time with, their demeanour shifting and the conversation dying away afterwards.

Days later it started, the clothes.

New clothes, robes, boots, shoes and even underthings in several colours were delivered to your home, each one fancier and fancier than the last. Deep colours that you know take ages to make framed in gold and silver threads, skirts that would barely cover anything held and decorated in chains, jewellery tucked away in small pouches, each piece fitting for one or more of the sets now showing up at your home.

There is only one person you know of with access to things like this, with the spare income to throw it away on someone else like this. Only there was no reason your mind could cook up as to why they would do this, was it cause of the joke you had made? Was this an invitation to visit the court? Or was this some sort of sick joke you weren't privy to?

Questions lingering and becoming less and less based on reality, thoughts spiralling out of control, finally coming to an end when a letter with the king's seal comes to your door. An invitation to court, with a small request for you to wear one of the items that had recently been delivered, even a cheeky nod towards the more...revealing items being more expected than the others.

On the day of the court, the castle seemed so quiet, attendants rushing away from the main hall rather than towards it, guards talking in hushed voices about this 'closed court', even on arrival things were off usually coats and cloaks were taken and you are ushered to the hall in use but not a single person had asked or moved to take yours when you arrived.

So when the massive doors to the hall open before you, seeing nothing but a small wall of mirrors and Eret is nothing short of jarring, the maid that escorted you gently pushing you in with a soft giggle before closing the door behind you.

"Eret? You. You wanna explain what's going on right now?"

The way they twirl when you speak up makes it clear despite the mirrors that they stood before they had not seen or heard you enter, too lost in their thoughts.

"Ahhh you're here! Come, come over here. And don't worry about anything, I'll explain in a bit."

Their hands are warm when they guide you over, just off from the mirrors sits a pile of blankets and pillows, like a makeshift bed or couch, a small bag sits off to the side tied shut but almost bursting at its seams from whatever has filled it. "Now let's have that cloak thank you, I want o see how you look in one of the things I sent you!" Their hands clap together before reaching for the clasp of the cloak hiding what you wore underneath.

"First I think I am owed an explanation on everything, then ill take my cloak off."

The huff and pout that comes from Eret is cute and ultimately childish but is enough to stop their hands that have started to fiddle with the clasp despite the way you have grasped their wrist. "Well, that's...easy. I just wanted to dress you up, have you dressed as you should be after all you are going to-" their voice stopping short before something passes over their face, "-You deserve to be dressed as well as I am, even if your not a court member, not yet."

The end of their sentence is whispered, their smile shaky and short before they are pouting once again, "Now please can you give me your cloak?"

"The whispering aside, what were you going to say at first the whole 'dressed as you should be'? Eret, you can tell me anything. Your dear to me, if you need me for something you can just ask."

It does pain you to watch them flinch slightly, one of your hands still keeping them from unclasping your cloak, the other reaching out only to be grabbed by their free hand and used to pull you closer. "Do you mean it? That if I needed you, you would help? That you would be willing to listen to whatever I was going to ask you?"

"Of course I do. Eret you were one of the first people to be kind to me, hell you were my first friend and are my dearest person to date. No matter what you could ask I would always be willing to listen."

If it wasn't for their glasses there is no doubt that you would be able to see the way their eyes flick down to where they have pulled you close, only to flick back to the clasp of your cloak. Yet all you do get to watch is as they bite at their lips before speaking.

"Then please just let me take the cloak, and. And sit down, please just. Please."

Letting go of their hands is easy and letting them take the embroidered cloth is much the same, only the way their head flicks down with their gaze is very clear, eyes lingering on the clothing you had chosen to wear. A dress that clearly shows off your shoulders and collarbones, the deep collar leaving most of your chest exposed before cinching at the waist with a belt, when you move to sit the slits of the skirt let your thighs peak through.

"Alright, what now?"

The way they drop behind you is slightly loud even with what you assume to be at least three pillows under them, watching them in the mirrors shows how their hands shake when they reach out, hands gentle when they reach around your shoulders, grasping your hands to pull you back into them.

The way the fabric moves when they do causes more skin to be exposed, their breath shaky and felt as they take in how they had dressed you, even if it was only through providing the clothes. "So beautiful..." bearly a whisper when they do speak, glasses slipping slightly down their nose when they lean forward head next to yours, brown curls tickling against your skin when they turn their head.

"Look at you. Dressed like the ruler you should be."

"Eret-"

"Shhh, so kind, so strong and so so deserving of the throne next to mine. Just look at us, how good you would look drapped in the finest of finery, covered in my gifts...my marks..."

Their voice is airy when they talk, words steadily becoming stronger and stronger, each one a declaration of how good they would be if you let them, if you took up space beside them, ruling with them, letting them keep you and be even more then what they are now.

"God, you don't know how long I've waited, hoped, wanted you to be mine. Next to me, letting me bury myself in you, leaving no doubt for others that you're mine."

White-eyes, catch yours in the mirrors when one of their hands stop you from looking away. "Please, Let me show you what it could look like. Please," it's without a thought that you nod, and when you do the hand that does not hold your face moves, using your hips to pull you further back into Eret's chest.

Settling into Eret's lap brings two things to light, one you are much smaller than the ruler of the SMP and two no matter how you shift or move the press of their cock is hard, a telling sign of how they need you. The first press of their lips to your neck makes your breath shake, and when its teeth and tongue leaving a trail of marks nothing is stopping the whimpers that leave your lips.

Your hands grasping the skirts that barely cover you, before they are taken, guided by Eret's to undo the clasps that hold your dress together, the top half falling away to expose your chest. One of your hands traces the marks that are already starting to bloom, eyes locked to the mirrors still trying to process what is happening.

For such a lieth person Eret is quick to flip the position, you under them as they move down placing open-mouthed kisses down your chest, your head tilted towards the mirrors by one of their hands, making you watch when their lips wrap around one of your nipples. Their other hand supporting you as you arch into the warm mouth laving over your skin, if not for the skirt still barely hanging from your hips, the press of Eret's cock into your sex would be so much stronger.

“God look at you. So perfect like this,”

Their hands are quick to pull your hips forward, pressing harder into you, letting you feel how badly they need you. Gentle fingers digging under your skirts to grasp at your hips and tease against your thighs, fingertips barely brushing against your sex, as you continue to watch your friend mouth their way down your chest proving with every swipe of their tongue that they are going to be so much more.

"Say you'll stay with me. Say you'll be mine and let me shower you with everything you could ask for. Say you won't leave."

"Eret, I-"

"Say. It." Their words are punctuated by two rough bites, teeth marks blooming against your skin as you arch into the feeling.

"I'll stay."

Your words are barely out of your mouth when they surge forward, lips crashing into yours, glasses hastily thrown into the mess surrounding you. The kiss is desperate and messy, like how Eret's hands roam across your body now that they know you won't leave them, and when they pull away their eyes are lidded and breathing just as heavy as yours had become.

It's not the first time you had seen their eyes, but it was the first time you had seen them so hungry. Watching as they flick across every mark they had left on you, taking the mess they had made of your skin before pressing in again capturing your lips before pulling you up and into their lap.

Hands pushing your skirts out of the way, using the grip they had on your hips to grind you down onto their cock, groaning into your mouth as they do. When you pull apart there is a slight sting, as Eret grips your underwear using strength well hidden in their slim frame to rip the material from your frame.

"You won't be needing those, not anymore. If I find you wearing them near me, I'll just take it as an invitation to rip them from you again..."

[mypoisonedvine]

Spoiled | Bruce Banner x reader

(semi-sequel to my fic sugar, but you don’t need to read that to understand this!)

summary: it’s the first time you’ve had your boyfriend all to yourself for Christmas, and he makes sure it’s a holiday you’ll never forget.

word count: 1.8k

warnings: smut!!, infidelity (bruce is married, guys), wedding ring kink, damage to a very expensive dress (lol), daddy kink, sugar daddy relationship

Normally, Christmas is reserved for the wife, as it ought to be.  But this year, Bruce had surprised you with a promise: you could finally spend Christmas day with your boyfriend.  You weren’t sure exactly how he got out of spending the holiday with his wife, but he’d picked you up a few days before and driven you to a gorgeous secluded cabin somewhere upstate.  Obviously you assumed it was a rental, so the fact that he’d bought it along with the four acres it laid on was a bit of a shock.  Still, you were beyond giddy to have a few days alone with him, cuddling up in the big warm bed and admiring the snow-laden forest just outside the windows.

“Merry Christmas,” he murmured against your skin as you just started to wake up— and yes, you remembered that it was Christmas day.  Any day spent waking up in his arms was a good one, Christmas or not.

“Merry Christmas,” you greeted in return as you spun around to kiss him, wrapping your legs around his waist.  

“Don’t get ahead of yourself, pretty girl,” he chuckled as he slid your legs off of him, “don’t you wanna get up and open your presents?”

You rolled your eyes because of course he had to get you something, even when you told him not to.  "I don't need any presents, Bruce, just having you here today is enough."

"Couldn't help myself.  You're so easy to shop for, you look good in everything.  Besides, I like dressing you up almost as much as I like undressing you."

“So it’s something to wear?” you deduced.  

“Just get up and get ready, okay?”

You nodded and slipped out from under the quilt, dashing to the bathroom to splash your face, brush your teeth, and maybe throw on a little makeup so you wouldn’t look like you’d just woken up when you had, in fact, just woken up.

Slipping on a red plaid robe, you returned to the living room and found Bruce lounging beside the tree in his fuzzy house pants, distractingly shirtless.  As much as you were compelled to kneel down and bury your fingers in that black curly hair that deliciously blanketed his chest, your attention was redirected to the long, flat box in his hands.

“Open it,” he encouraged as he handed it to you, circling around to stand behind you and stroke your arms as you gently tore the paper open.  It was just a white cardboard box underneath, lacking in any labels so you had to pop the top off to see the garment inside.  "You like Balmain, right?" he asked softly with a smile.

It was gorgeous; silk, it felt like, in a deep forest green that was almost festive in a way.  "Bruce this is…" you trailed off, dropping the box and holding the dress at the shoulders, letting the fabric unfurl and spill down until you could see the whole dress.  "This is too nice.  I can't let you spend this much on me."

"Oh, it wasn't that expensive," he lied, "now go try it on."

You started to protest, but he cut you off with a kiss, resting his hand on the back of your neck and pulling you closer.  You melted into his arms instantly, completely forgetting where you were and what you’d been talking about as your eyes fluttered shut and your lips slotted against his.  When he pulled back, you were barely aware of what he was talking about when he whispered: “go try it on.”

“The dress!” you remembered.  “I’ll be right back.”

You didn’t really need to leave the room to get dressed, he’d seen you naked plenty of times, but you figured it would make the grand reveal that much more exciting.  Just putting it on made your skin all tingly, the soft fabric making you shiver as it brushed against you so delicately.  The mirror wasn’t super helpful, too small to see how you looked past your shoulders, so you decided that you’d have to trust that you looked as good as you felt.

Seeing your heels just a few feet away, you dashed to grab them; they would perfectly complete the look, because it would be kind of odd to wear Balmain while barefoot.  Sure, they were a bit uncomfortable, but it was worth it to see him turn around to the sound of your clicking heels, his jaw nearly hitting the floor as he watched you step closer.  “What do you think?” you asked shyly.

He got up and approached you, his expression heavy with desire and making you shiver.  He knelt down before you, looking up at you with dark eyes as he slowly— excruciatingly slowly— pushed up the skirt of your dress, his thick, rough fingers tickling your thighs.

You just had a thong underneath, lacy and delicate, meaning you felt it all too well when he licked you through the fabric.

"Ffffuck," you sighed, "Bruce, baby…"

"Y'like that, pretty girl?"

You nodded breathlessly, trying not to let your knees buckle when he did it again, reaching down to dig your fingers into his hair.  "Don't stop, daddy, please."

He did stop, but only for a moment so he could gently hook a finger under the fabric and pull your panties aside, his hot breath tickling the sensitive skin of your mound.  Finally, his lips latched onto your swollen clit, and you moaned lowly.

You were normally pretty good at standing in heels, but this posed a new challenge.

When he found a pattern of sucking your clit, fucking you with his tongue, and doing this positively obscene thing with his teeth that you couldn't describe but made your knees weak, you were soon barreling towards the point of no return.  "Bruce, fuck, I'm close— gonna come, please let me come…"

He only nodded, not stopping his work for even a moment, and you clutched his curls tightly as your hips rocked against his face.

"Daddy, daddy, daddy," you chanted breathlessly as the coil finally snapped, a new gush of warmth spreading between your legs as you quivered above him.  Your vision went black for just a second, head thrown back into a silent moan as you held your breath until all your noises broke forth all at once, somewhere between a scream and a sob and a sigh. 

"Fuck, such a good girl for me," he purred, giving your sore clit one last luck before he instructed: "get on the bed," encouraging you with a little shove back towards it.

You spun to face away from him and get on your hands and knees atop the plushy mattress.  Your face heated up as you heard him laugh.  "I meant on your back, princess.  God, you're a slut."

Embarrassed but aware that his words were more a compliment than anything else, you rolled onto your back and spread your legs as he climbed on top of you and slotted his body between them, shedding himself of his pajama pants until his thick cock bounced back up to slap against his stomach.  You bit down on your lip, wishing he'd given you a chance to put that cock in your mouth (because it looked fucking delicious) but losing that train of thought as he ran his hands all over your body through the silky fabric of his gift to you.

Suddenly, with a deep growl, he grabbed the dress at the neckline and ripped it open right down the front.  "Bruce!" you yelped in protest; your heart broke for the expensive dress destroyed, but your thighs clenched together at the sight of him tearing through it like paper.

"I'll buy you a new one," he sighed flippantly before diving in to roughly grope your breasts, littering your chest with kisses and stopping to teasingly suck your nipples along the way.

"Daddy," you whimpered, "please fuck me."

"Not gonna make you wait much longer, babygirl," he promised, "just tell me you love me."

It made your chest tighten and your cheeks warm, but you were happy to oblige.  "I love you," you whispered.

"Once more, with feeling," he requested.

"I love you," you said again, a little louder.

He grinned, hovering over you as he pushed his cock down to slip inside you.  You gasped and clutched the sheets beneath you as he moved deeper, his lips catching yours in a slow kiss.  "I love you too," he replied gently before he began to fuck you in a way that was… anything but gentle.

"Fuck," you sobbed, wanting more than anything to arch your back and throw your head into the pillow, but you couldn't with your lip caught between his teeth.

You'd adjusted to his cock quite a bit since the first time you hooked up with him nearly two years ago, and yet it still felt like he was stretching you impossibly wide as he fucked you hard and deep.  You figured at this point that you would never become fully accustomed to his size; you sort of hoped you wouldn't, because you liked the edge of pain that danced up your spine each time he entered you.  When he hooked your leg in his arms, lifting it to rest his shoulder, he pushed even deeper and you whined beneath his heavy weight.

"So deep," you whispered.

"I know, baby," he whispered back.  "You feel so fucking good, princess…"

It was impossible to keep track of the flow of time at that point, so it couldn’t been minutes or hours that he spent inside you, taking you apart perfectly piece-by-piece.  You couldn’t keep track of how many times you came, either, aware only of an overload of sensations coming at your body from every angle.

He kissed you as he reached his own peak, mumbling your name somewhere between the movements of his lips against yours until you felt like you were floating just from the way he said it.  You stayed that way for longer than you expected while he caught his breath, before he rolled off of you and you both sighed as you stared up at the ceiling.

"Fuck," he groaned, "that was… intense."

"That's rich coming from you, considering I'm the one that just got my cervix pummeled."

"I wasn't too hard on you, was I?"

"God no, it was amazing," you laughed, "but still… damn."

"I don't know about you but I worked up quite an appetite," he grinned.  "I'm gonna get up and make blueberry pancakes, you want some?"

"Do you even need to ask?" you smirked, and he leaned in to give you a quick peck on the lips before he slipped on his pants again and dashed off to the kitchen.

As far as Christmas mornings go, you weren't sure it could get much better than an expensive gift, getting dicked down like it was the end of the world, and blueberry pancakes.  

[rebeccccccaaa]

𝕯𝖎𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖊

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𝖈𝖔𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖌𝖊!𝖕𝖊𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖐𝖊𝖗 𝖝 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗

𝕽𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖉: ANON Hi I’m feeling really insecure about my body and in having a really hard night. If you have time could you please write something with Peter Parker? Maybe he helps comfort the reader which body insecurities? If you wanted to write smut maybe you could have the reader cover up a lot, or be scared to strip/ wear lingerie for him. A little bit of crying would be helpful too. Preferably with a small chest❤️ I appreciate you - 🐱

𝖂𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: smut 18+ (reader’s first time having sex fully nude), angst, fluff (holy trinity ;))

𝕬𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗’𝖘 𝕹𝖔𝖙𝖊: dude this made me cry, i really hope i did you justice and this is something you were looking for. Sorry it took a bit too btw, i really pride myself in posting completed oneshots with lots of detail and story and emotion so it takes a while for my completed works and request to come out . I hope you still like it and enjoy, bug! :)

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You stood in the mirror of your room with the lingerie set you had bought. You bought it hoping to surprise Peter when he got back from school since his school days were longer than yours, but you just didn’t like the way fit on you. 

It was a gorgeous black lace two piece that immediately caught your eye when you were online shopping. The model wore it beautifully and you were feeling a little overzealous and purchased the set without much thought. 

Now that it was here and you tried it on, you felt awful. You almost felt like you were trying too hard. Like who were you trying to fool wearing something like this?

“Babe? I’m home,” Peter!

You quickly grabbed your hoodie and sweats but was unsuccessful in dressing yourself when Peter walked in your bedroom confused towards your sudden panic. 

“Are you ok, princess?” 

“What? Yeah, I’m fine,” you starting walking to the bathroom to take the set off, but Peter grabbed your wrists and pulled you close making the clothes you were holding fall to the floor.

You covered yourself with your arms feeling silly and embarrassed. Peter’s eyes grew wide at what you were wearing and you grew nauseous. You wanted to cry; Peter was gonna say how ugly you looked, how silly you looked, how humiliating. 

“What are you wearing?” he whispered, clearly turned on but you couldn’t tell in the moment.

“Nothing, just- it’s stupid. I thought I’d looked good but I know I don't. I looked dumb,” you cried.

“What? Baby, holy fuck. You looking so fucking sexy,” Peter pulled you closer.

“What?”

“God why haven’t you started shit like this sooner fuck, your gonna make hard,” he whispered seductively in your ear.

“You like it?” you asked confused.

“Like it? Baby, I love it,” Peter picked you up and tossed you on the bed. Your face was still held in a sad expression, still not convinced that you didn’t look absolutely stupid.  

“Why don’t you wear more things like this darling? You look so beautiful,” Peter asked you. 

“No I don’t,” you mumbled.

“What? What does that mean?” Peter questioned. He couldn’t understand why you didn’t think you were the most beautiful thing on the whole fucking panet; you looked like a goddess, an angel.

“Peter stop lying to me. I look weird, I look stupid,” you pushed.

“No you do not, look at me. I don’t like this attitude thing you’re pulling. Why are you saying this all of the sudden? You know how beautiful you are to me, I tell and show all the time.”

“Peter you’ve never even seen me,” you said coldly. You had always been so scared that when you and Peter have sex that he going to hate the way your body looked. He’s had his fair share of bodies before dating you but you never even went on a date with somebody until Peter. 

What if he saw you naked and was disgusted. What if he was expecting a body like the big tit ones in pornos. You were flat chested as fuck and your stomach could’ve been flatter, your thighs could’ve been smaller. You just felt so insecure. 

Peter only really ever did quickies with you in your dorm before you two got an apartment together. And everytime you guys had sex you either had a bra on with the lights completely out at night, sometimes even a full on hoodie to cover yourself while you and Peter had sex. He’s never actually seen your entire naked body and he hadn’t realized it until now when you pointed it out.

“Why? You’re my stunning gorgeous girlfriend. Tell me what’s going on, princess?” Peter pulled you to the bed again and sat with you listening fully. 

“I hate my body,” you sniffled, “I hate how small my boobs are, my stomach always looks awful like I look like I just came from eating a whole ass buffet, and my thighs are gross. I don’t look like those other girls with flat stomachs and abs. My boobs aren’t even there and I’m just… ugly.”

“Y/n, why haven't you told me sooner?” Peter asked softly.

“I don’t know, I guess I didn’t want you to agree. Thought if I never brought it up, you’d ignore it and the problem wouldn’t really be there. You’d never really see my flaws.”

“Baby,” Peter wiped the tears that were running down your face.

“Baby, I don't ever want you to feel you had to hide from me. Look at you, you look fucking amazing wearing this. God, I could just rip it off you and fuck you stupid,” he whispered riguhly, making you turned on. 

“Let me show you how stunning you are, all of you,” he pushed you down and crawled over you before kissing you passionately; the taste of salty tears on your lips. 

“Peter,” you moaned breathily.

“Why baby? What do you want?” he asked between kissing your neck softly.

“Please, fuck me. I need you,” you whimpered.

“Ok but only if you let me take this gorgeous piece off you,” he smirked.

“Peter-”

“Please, baby. I want to see you. I want to feel all of you pressed against me.”

“Ok,” you hesitantly whispered after a moment.

Peter sat you up and reached behind you skillfully unclasping your beautiful black  bralette. You let the material fall and goosebumps raised on your skin and your nipples harden from the cool air and arousal simultaneously. Peter leaned forward and kissed your collarbones while his hands, big and warm, massaged the skin of your breasts gently making you moaned softly.

“God baby, fuck me,” Peter breathed out, hands falling to your panties.

You leaned back and let Peter take your panties off; your core glistened lightly in the soft hue of the lamp in the bedroom, completely aroused by Peter's desire for you. His lips pressed faint kisses to your legs and he traveled up with them until he was at your wet pussy. 

His finger came up and spread your arousal around your folds, moving up and down as well grazing your clit ever so slightly enough for you to jerk your hips up subtly. Next thing your felt was his warm and wet tongue licking a long slow line up your entrance and circled around your clit making you moan louder this time. 

“God, princess, you make such pretty noises, lemme hear you,” Peter told you.

“Oh Peter, that feels so fucking good, shit,” you groaned. 

His hands roamed your stomach and torso area very freely, squeezing your breast once in a while. His hands squeezed your thighs in adoration and kissed the inner part every now and then basking in your presence altogether. 

Your hands went to his fluffy brown curls and tangled them with your fingers pulling him closer to you if that was possible, chasing your release. Peter tongue moved faster against you and your legs started to tense up in preparation for your climax. 

“Pete, I’m gonna cum, fuck.”

“Let go,” he commanded and you released all over his face, Peter lapping up everything you gave him. 

“Ugh, you taste so sweet princess. I could eat you out all fucking day and never get tired.”

Peter kissed you and you taste yourself on his tongue making you turned on even more. He leaned back and discarded his clothes quickly grabbing a condom before almost instantly lining his swollen cock up with your entrance. 

He slid in easily from your slick and held himself up with forearms looking into your eyes lovingly. You smiled and cupped his face before he suddenly thrust into you hard making you cry out in pleasure. 

Peter kept a quick tempo thrusting in and out of you deliciously and your body was instantly preparing for yet another orgasm so soon. Peter hands grabbed yours and pinned them above your head. His lips kissed and nibbled at your neck.

“Look at me, baby. I wanna see you fall apart under me,” he whispered against your lips.

You struggled to keep your eyes open but manage to look directly into his chocolate brown eyes. You felt a bit uncomfortable with the direct eye contact but that feeling quickly subsided when Peter lifted you leg with other hand piked your leg up on his hip hitting an even deeper spot inside you.

Peter also groaned and moaned above you; music to your ears. His thrusts became somewhat sloppily signaling he was also close to a release. You continued to look directly into his beautiful eyes before you both cried out each other's names during your climax.

Peter body fell on yours and roll to the side pulling you with him. His head was leveled to your chest and Peter began kissing your chest and breasts softly making you smile. His hands pulled you closer bny your waist and Peter’s tongue circled one of your nipples. You sighed in content before you looked down and smiled, getting up to clean yourself quickly after. 

You saw yourself in the mirror completely nude and you suddenly felt that awful feeling again. Peter just showed you how much he loves your body and you still felt this way. It was so frustrating. 

You saw Peter come up behind you and you put on a fake smile hoping he didn’t catch you judging yourself again. 

“Look at that, damn,” he said, making you giggle.

“Fuck , you are the most sexiest woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on. Nothing in this whole fucking wrorld compares to you, princess,” his hands circled your hips pulling your back against his front, his head leaning down on your shoulder to your eye level since he was a bit taller.

“Look at these gorgeous tits,” his hands grabbed your breasts and you sighed, throwing your head back and biting your lip softly.

“Ugh these fucking sexy thighs,” he spun you around and kneeled down pressing kisses to them and your stomach after making you smile and tear up. He was worshiping you something no one has ever done to you ; not even yourself. 

“Y/n, look at me,” you did what he asked.

“Peter,” you pushed her shoulder, laughing.

“I don’t ever want to hear that you're upset with how you look because I don’t see a goddamn thing wrong with you. You are so perfect and stunning and gorgeous and beautiful, and pretty, and uh…I’m running out of synonyms for you; divine! Angelic!”

“Do you get it now?” he whispered.

“Yes, I do,” you responded.

“Repeat it,” he said.

“I am beautiful,” you said.

“And strong,” he continued.

“And strong.”

“And I have the best boyfriend ever,” he played.

“I have the best boyfriend ever,” you giggled.

“I love you, Y/n.”

“I love you too, Peter. Thank you.”

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Wanna Make A Bet?: A Mondo Owada smut request.

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NSFW: request and story under cut

TW:// exhibitionism, public pleasure, chastity belts, orgasm deprivation, cursing

Word Count:// 1,976

“a one-shot featuring mondo oowada practicing exhibitionism please? In the story, he'd go to town to do errands wearing a face mask. In truth, he'd have a vibrator on him with his cock in chastity and his mouth tape gagged under the mask. His objective is to finish his errands without anyone exposing him or him cumming in public. And I kinda imagine that he's doing this out of a dare between his gang members. To show he's a real man whose in control of himself. He would mainly be alone but his gang leaders would look from a distance to see if he hasn't lost yet.”

“Wait bro, you’re what?” One of the guys piped up quickly. Mondo just sighed heavily and look his friend / gang member in the eyes and repeated himself. “I’m an exhibitionist, man.”

“What the fuck is that??” Another gang member asked almost instantly.

“Jesus Christ- fuck all of you,” Mondo said getting pissed off at his friends. “I told you that sitting around like a bunch of little bitch ‘drinking and talking about our feelings‘ or whatever the fuck was fucking stupid.”

“No come on bro, none of us have literally ever even heard of that before”

“Fuck, it just means I like the idea of people seeing me get off, I guess?” Mondo said sharply looking at all his friends sitting around him. “like I get off on it I fucking guess.”

“So like, you want to jack off in public?” One of them asked.

“I’ll kick your fucking ass bro- that’s nasty dude. I’d never want anybody unsuspecting to fully see it dude, christ” Mondo stood up out of his chair and looked at them all. “You’re so fuckin dumb- all of ya! I don’t wanna be put on a damn sex offender list for touching myself in the goddamn park or something! I just… want to get off in front of people. It seems fucking hot,” he admitted while shrugging.

A few of the guys exchanged glances, and started to mumble to each other, just soft enough that Mondo couldn’t make out what was being said until they all looked back at him. “Wanna make a bet?” One of the guys asked as he stood up to be eye level with their gang’s leader.

“How much? And what kinda bet we talkin?” Mondo asked, admittedly intrigued.

“20,000¥. Meet us back here tomorrow at noon. Got it?”

Mondo just rolled his eyes. “Whatever, but I got some fuckin errands to run so you better make it quick, got it assholes?” He made eye contact with everyone else in the room, as they just snickered at him.

And that’s how he got here. In the bathroom of the garage the gang always meets at. Mondo sighs and looks in the duffel bag his friends tossed into his arms when he walked in, with no instructions further than “put it all on and get back out here.” ‘How did they even get all this stuff so last minute? Did they already have it?” Mondo thought to himself. So he did. He started by putting on, and locking, the chastity belt, which made him just a little too excited. Mondo hasn’t ever actually used a chastity before, he just knows they’re supposed to make him last way longer since he can’t touch himself, and he knows it’ll keep him nice and hard. Then he decided to use the duct tape, and gag himself with it, keeping his mouth shut. The next logical move for him was to put on the black face mask, so nobody could see the tape gag situation he had going on. All this for ¥20,000? ‘Fuck me’ was all he could think right now. Then the last step. Mondo held the little remote controlled vibrating butt plug in his hand and just stared at it for a few minutes before inserting it. He didn’t turn on it yet, and he was nervous as shit to do it too.

Mondo slowly and carefully walked out of the bathroom to the main room where everyone was waiting for him. He was already getting hard, and knew that whatever the fuck this was, was going to be a fucking nightmare. “Bro, everything… in place?” One of his gang members asked cautiously. The gagged Mondo just shook his head up and down quickly. “Perfect! So, you wanna get off in front of people without being put on a list?” His friend taunted. Mondo blushed, but luckily you couldn’t tell through the mask. “Well, I know you said you had some errands to run today, so why don’t we see if you can get through all those- but maybe without cumming,” he teazed. Mondo got wide eyed. So now, not only is he going to be horny as hell in public, but he’s not allowed to finish until the fucking errands are done? His face turned red and he tried to scream at his gang, forgetting about the gags, which just left him muffled and even more pissed off. Quickly Mondo got out a piece of paper and wrote:

“You’re fucking ON assholes.”

That’s exactly what they wanted to hear. “Perfect. Let’s get you on the back of a bike, because face it man, you can not drive with all that shit on ya,” the gang member chuckled. “I will be close behind watching though- so you better not cheat or try to lie, because trust me, I’ll fucking know. Oh and you’re giving me the key to that belt. It’s not coming off,”

With that, Mondo handed his gang member the key, then pulled himself onto the back of his bike, and the two of them rode off to the market place. As they pulled up to the big parking lot, the gang member cracked a small smirk, and got off the bike with Mondo. “All right, go do your shopping or whatever the fuck you gotta do man. I’ll keep my distance, but I’m watching you.” He said as he headed off into the crowd of people, leaving Mondo there alone. With a deep breathe in, and reaching into his coat pocket, he pressed the button to the remote control that little plug he had shoved up his ass. He set it to a low setting for now, and walked up to the first shop he had to go to. He took a deep breath and walked through the supermarket doors.

Mondo was walking through the fruits and vegetables section of the store, with his cock as hard as ever. Another man needed to grab something on the shelf right in front of Mondo, so he moved over to allow the man some space- and when he did his vibrator shifted just a little and he accidentally slipped. “Mmmh” he hummed lightly, quickly trying to turn it into a cough so the man next to him didn’t suspect anything. But Mondo loved the way he just felt. He reached his hand into his pocket and put the vibrator on a medium pulsating setting, that made him even hornier than before, if that’s even possible.

“Hnnnnnnngh” Mondo moaned lowly. He wanted to scream, his body felt amazing. He caught a woman shoot a side eye at him but she turned away and went about her business. Mondo tried his absolute best to compose himself, straightened up the best he could, and walked into the aisle he had come to the store for.

‘I just need 3- oh my fucking god” Mondo thought to himself. He quickly hunched over and grabbed onto the nearest shelf to catch his breath and control himself. He wanted to touch himself so badly, but with the belt that wasn’t even possible. “Hmm..” Mondo moaned out a few times. “hmmmf…” He already wants to turn the vibrator up to max speed, but he knows he’ll be a cryong mess if he does that. He only has one more thing to do once he’s done with the store, he can last till then, he thinks. He slowly makes his way through the aisle, grabs the three items he needed for his apartment, and tries to go pay. But god the line is long today. He has no choice but stand there and wait. Every time the line moved a little and he was forced to take a small step forward, his vibrator hit him in just the right spot to make him a god damn mess. ”nmmm… fuh..” he started to moan out in the still long line. He knew nobody could hear him, or cared but he was so embarrassed. The line moved once again, and this time his vibrator hit his prostrate in the exact right spot. A few tears formed at the corner of Mondo’s eye as he actively restrained himself from moaning out in pleasure.

Finally it’s his turn to check out and pay. He reaches into his jackets pocket to grab his wallet, but when he does, he bumps the button on the remote. “Haaaaahh…”Mondo hisses loudly as he arches his back a little. He took a few deep breaths, then pretended to finish a pretty unbelievable sneeze and proceeded to pay. The moment the cashier gave Mondo his change, he grabbed his stuff and ran to the nearest public restroom. He swiftly locked the door behind him and gripped onto the side of the sink and looked at himself in the mirror. He tried to palm himself through his pants, but the metal belt covering his fully erect dick gave him absolutely no direct contact with his throbbing cock. He starts whimpering loudly- but it’s not too loud thanks to his gag and mask. “Mmmmmh,” “hmmm hoh my god ffff-“ he barely muttered out. Mondo wanted to scream, or cry, or just touch himself once, so desperately. He felt like he was close to cumming from the vibrator alone. “Hnnnng” he cried out.

Mondo decides to try and stand up so he could leave the bathroom as quickly as he can, and find his way back to the bike. His gang member wasn’t too far behind him, so when they were both at the bike a few moments later, and Mondo hopped on without so much as saying a word, the gang member knew what was going on. He got in the front and took Mondo straight to the garage and tossed the key to him. “Ffnk you” Mondo muttered quickly as he ran to the bathroom he immediately ripped the mask and duct tape off of his mouth and moaned out loudly. “Holy fuccccckkkkk mmmmhhh…” He didn’t care that some of his friends were just a few rooms away and might be able to hear him. He just knew he felt so good and couldn’t help himself. Next was obviously the belt restricting him from touching himself. With a shaky hand, he unlocked it as fast as he was able too- which admittedly took about 3 minutes because of the constant pleasure he was feeling. Once the belt was off, Mondo immediately wrapped his hand around his now swollen, throbbing cock. “FUCK!” He shouted out in pure ecstasy and bliss. He was nothing but a mess of whimpers, cries, and moans in that moment. He knew he wasn’t going to last very long, so he quickly removed the vibrator, and fell to the floor. Mondo pumped his length a couple of times before he felt his orgasm quickly approaching. With one more stroke, he screamed out in pleasure “FUCK ME” and threw his head back as the white liquid oozed out of him, coating his hands, stomach, and thighs. He kept pumping himself slowly as more cum came out of him. “Mm…” he whimpered softly as the last of it came out. With shaky legs, Mondo pulled himself up off the floor, cleaned himself to the best of his ability, put all his clothes back on, and walked (even though it was more like a limp) back into the main area of the garage.

Without saying a word, or making eye contact with anybody, Mondo grabbed ¥20,000 and placed it in his buddy’s hand. He immediately walked out of the garage, barely got on his bike, and went home, thinking about not only just how fucked up his gang is, but how goddamn fun today was for him.

‘Maybe if I ever meet a chick we can do this shit together…’ Mondo thought to himself with a smirk.

[i-dislike-tomatoes]

Songs and their lyrics I very much associate with Gideon and Harrow

Take the mirror from the wall so I can't see myself at all / Don't wanna see another damn inch of my skull / Forget the poems of saints and ghosts / I'm the one I fear the most

Push and pull / Oh it's all getting old / No I didn't want this throne / Only fools make feasts of gold / They rot the fruit on tables / When did I get so pitiful / Just a goddamn corpse in a centerfold / You got my back against the wall / And now I can't ever get comfortable / No I never sold my soul / If I ever do throw my bones to the wolves / No I never sold my soul / No I never sold mine

But I can't sleep next to a body / Even harmless in death / Plus I'm pretty sure I'd miss you / And faking sleep to count your breath

Oh, is there nothing left to do for us? / I am sick of the chase / But I'm hungry for blood / And there's nothing I can do

I know there's something waiting for us / I am sick of the chase / But I'm stupid in love / And there's nothing I can do

But I never changed a single color that I breathe / So you could have tried to take a closer look at me / I am tired of punching in the wind / I am tired of letting it all in / And I should eat you up and spit you right out / I should not care but I don't know how

So I take off my face / Because it reminds me how it all went wrong / And I pull out my tongue / Because it reminds me how it all went wrong / And I cough up my lungs / Because they remind me how it all went wrong / But I leave in my heart / Because I don't want to stay in the dark

Easily won, weary of losing, gullible girl / Weak and alluring, well we break our rules / Get drunk in the dark / Laughing aloud at the spinning stars

Believe me, I'm speaking plainly and painfully / Trying to stay elegant, eloquent and akin to you / I see you holding your breath with your arms outstretched / Waiting for someone to come rip open your chest

You take me aside / To solemnly confide / When it comes the time / You plan to give your body to the flame

Never knew this curious head of mine / Never knew what is love if kept inside / Nothing but an endless, empty heart / Like laying in the sea within the dark

Give me a piece of your heart, of your heart / Give me a piece of your hands as we go

Feel some hearts, I wouldn't lie / I got memories that travels my mind / Fear not, fear not / When you go, I got pieces of your hate in my soul / Look at me now (look at me now) / I'm falling apart in daylight / All the pieces that I've lost, I have lost

No longer a danger to herself or others / She made up her mind and laced up her shoes / Yelled down the hall but nobody answered / So she walked outside without an excuse

I would do anything you want me to / I would do anything for you / I would do anything / I will do anything / Whatever you want me to do, I will do

At night / On the roof top / I untie my hair / And watch from my plastic chair / As my dark hair / Unleashes the night

And I / Say your name / In hopes you'll hear it in the stars

When I was a child, I heard voices / Some would sing and some would scream / You soon find you have few choices / I learned the voices died with me

When I was a man I thought it ended / When I knew love's perfect ache / But my peace has always depended / On all the ashes in my wake

[pm-my-hubbies]

Best Years | R.C.

Requested by @imawreckandiknowit

Pairing: Rafe x Female!Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warning: a bit of angst with fluff

Song Prompt List

You've got a million reasons to hesitate

But darling, the future is better than yesterday

I wasted so much time on people that reminded me of you

Gave you a million reasons to walk away

Of all the moments I envisioned for myself, Rafe Cameron climbing through my bedroom window with sweat slicking that forehead of his was an image I never conjured. He radiated confidence whenever and wherever, never seeking out help because he believed it was for the weak. However, he stood before me after pleading for my hand in an idea I’ve constantly tried to push to the back of my mind.

I’m in love with him. I could take the leap forward but everything we’ve been through prevents me from doing so. That one brief period between us, the one time we did give intimate moments a shot had been ripped away from me. He was quick to move on as I sobbed in my shower for months until the water ran cold of slithering down my back. Yet... I remained close to him.

I stayed by his side through all three relationships, patting him on the back to ease his pain. In reality, I was breaking inside because his tears for other girls confirmed his love died for me. Now, he stood before me claiming the opposite.

“You could’ve walked away.” His voice broke the tension before us after his first set of words. “But you didn’t. Why?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know R—”

“Don’t give me that Y/N.”

“Then don’t ask stupid questions. You know why I didn’t walk away Rafe and I’m not gonna say it.”

He only stared, confirming what I knew to be true. “You’re right. I can’t play dumb.” He dragged himself over to my bed and placed himself on the disheveled sheets with his head hung low. “The answer finally came to me today. The whole time, I built up this image that you had moved on and you were done with me. It was my fault we ended things back then. So, I chased after every girl that reminded me of you and when we ended things... it hurt.” He picked his head up, gazing into my eyes with watery ones. “They walked away with your traits and I felt like that was all I had left of you.”

I couldn’t watch him eat himself away anymore with the memories he had to relive. My legs climbed his sitting frame, straddling both sides of his body. “Rafe, why did you do it?”

“I felt like I wasn’t ready.” He answered, his hands sliding up my waist. “Yes, I have all of the money in the world to give you. But I felt like I wasn’t on your level yet. You’re smart, sweet, unique. You’re everything a guy could want and I wasn’t that yet.”

His thumb moved up to swipe my cheeks. I watched him remove it from where they were to see a clear liquid caught under the moonlight peeking through my window. God, I can’t be seriously crying.

“That’s not your decision to make, Rafe. That’s my own. I decide if we’re the right match and... I honestly thought we were perfect for each other. We balanced one another out. I missed that.”

“I know, I do too. And I’m sorry for just everything I’ve put you through.”

“I’m still here right?” I acknowledged with a gentle smile.

“You are. And I don’t wanna leave you again. I wanna be right here. With you.”

But I'll build a house out of the mess and all of the broken pieces

I’ll make up for all of your tears

Pictures I’d long forgotten in the comfort of my attic polka-dotted the walls in the tiny living room. Two currant red sofas protected a wooden coffee table standing in the middle with issues of my favorite magazines spread out on the surface. The stand beneath the flat screen consisted of Rafe’s and my Blu-Ray favorites, as well as the dust-free PS4 and brand new PS5.

“So, what do you think?” Rafe questioned from behind. “Do you like it?”

Once upon a time, this apartment reeked of Rafe Cameron. He was a man that only spoke for himself and never me. But now, since we’d been taking things slow the past couple of months, he flipped the switch to assure me this place was now ours.

I belong here, is what he wanted to inform me. He’s not the best with words to tell me I have a place in his life. So, his actions spoke for himself.

I swiveled on the balls of my feet to grin at him with love coating my eyes. “I love it.

I'll give you the best years

I'll give you the best years

Past love burned out like a cigarette

I promise, darling, you won't regret

The best years

Beth from Chem was back in town. According to the locals, it was rumored she’d regretted ending things with Rafe and was back to whisk him into her arms. They’d even went as far as informing her that he was now with me (and more than likely for good) but her stance didn’t budge.

Currently, we were throwing daggers at one another. She’d been trying all night to gain the attention of my boyfriend through initiating the conversation or offering to be his team mate for beer pong. Truthfully, it was embarrassing to watch as Rafe shot her down every time and the eyes on the onlookers shifted to one another in amusement. We all knew her motives.

“Stop looking like that, you’re gonna form wrinkles.” the man of the hour chastised me with a shake of his arm as it was looped on my shoulders.

“I can’t help it when your ex is the one who started it.” I answered, gritting my teeth.

“Who?”

“You know who.” I slapped his arm.

Seeing him chuckle phased me. The old Rafe would’ve hopped at the opportunity of some girl ogling him, especially if the girl happened to be a previous fling. When we were friends, he’d slip away to take care of business with the young woman and I’d watch from afar with longing eyes, wishing I were the one he chased for the evening. Even when we were briefly together, I could feel his hesitance in wanting to stick around but the dumb me pushed it aside for selfish and desperate reasons. This new guy that clung to me like a koala hugging a tree pulled me closer to plant a kiss on the crown of my head.

“I know baby. But I’m not going anywhere. And she can try all she wants but it’s not happening. Not now, tomorrow, or ever.

“Just you and me?”

“You and me.”

I wanna hold your hair when you drink too much

Carry you home when you cannot stand up

You did all these things for me

When I was half a man for you

I wanna hold your hand while we're growing up

As I hacked the contents of the evening into the toilet, Rafe’s hands grabbed my hair to pull it into a makeshift ponytail. His free hand rubbed soothing circles into my hunched back. Embarrassment ran through my body at the sight of him having to see me like this.

Once I was sure I was finished, he aided me in standing to my feet to cleanse my mouth of the harsh taste. His hold on me remained even when I placed my orange toothbrush inside my mouth.

I spit some of the toothpaste into the sink. “That was fucking embarrassing.”

“Really Y/N?”

“What? I’m just saying. I don’t want you to see me like that. Ever again. I’m not drinking that much anymore.”

He didn’t say anything. His mouth was a thin line and his eyes observed me from the mirror as I finished my business of cleaning my mouth. Before I could exit the bathroom, his arm jutted out to halt my movements.

“Look at me.” He commanded in a soft but firm tone. I did as instructed. “You’re gonna be sick and I’m gonna do the same thing. You’re gonna probably go back on your word and drink that much again and guess what? I’m still gonna be there.”

“Rafe—”

“No Y/N. Look: you took care of me when I wasn’t shit back then. I barely looked after you as a friend and as a boyfriend. I’m here now and I’m repaying you for all you did for me. I’m doing what I should’ve done back then. Do you hear me?

I nodded. “I hear you.”

“Good. Because I’m here for the long run baby. I’m gonna do all the shit like holding your hair when you throw up for as long as I live.”

I'll give you the best years

I'll give you the best years

Past love burned out like a cigarette

I promise, darling, you won't regret

The best years

I'll give you the best years

The sun caught the diamond ring on my finger at the right angle, along with the wedding band underneath it. With my other hand, I snapped a shot of the sight with my phone.

“Never thought I’d see you doing that.” Rafe snickered from beside me.

“Can you blame me?”

“Nope.” He answered, popping the ‘p’. “Honestly, it makes me feel like I’m doing something right. I feel like for you to take a picture of something like your hand, it means a lot.”

After sharing the picture to my Instagram, I faced my husband in the lawn chair next to me. In his arms, he held our sleeping bundle of joy who hadn’t released his fathers fingers from the moment he picked him up for nap time.

“Everything you’ve done and continue to do for me means a lot, Rafe.” I replied. “If you haven’t figured out by now, my constant tears express how much I love you. Whether it be cooking a special dinner for me or taking Y/S/N out of my arms after a rough day, I’m crying because it means a lot that you’re looking out for me.”

He leaned over, tightening his hold on our son to lightly kiss me on the lips. “What can I say? I promised you the best years and you’re getting it. Until death do us part.”

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[rosewater-chlxe]

matter of time | ashton irwin

✖ Summary: After a reckless night of finally leaving your toxic relationship, you roamed the street searching for some kind of hope. That’s when you stumbled across a car with a certain hazel-eyed stranger and took a chance; throughout a now much warmer moment in time, you learned his name: Ashton. 

✖ genre ; fluff, comfort, angst (happy ending)

✖ warnings ; mention of abuse/manipulation

✖ requested - yes | no

a/n: this is heavily inspired by ‘drive’ & matter of time (interlude) on superbloom, and written for comfort <3

masterlist

The sound of your apartment door slamming felt almost relieving, yet somehow still reckoning in your blur of a mind; as every memory started flashing like headlights in the corners of your head, your vision became less and less useful. Those saltwater tears falling from your cluttered eyelashes started hitting the cold pavement below you as you felt a piece of you shatter within each step you took. 

You checked the time on your phone, 2am. 12 unread texts, 4 unanswered calls. You wanted to run, but where would you go? You wanted to drop the phone held in your hand and make the screen unreadable. You wanted to take a flight back home, but with what cash, with what luggage? 

The words that terrible, monstrous man had spoken echoed in your ears like a broken record; Your now ex-boyfriend. 

After all that time of him telling you that you aren’t good enough; that you need to listen to his every single syllable, every dreadful sentence he dare spoke, you finally left. All of that heartache and rage for what? Every night alone, every day stuck in his shadow, only as a silhouette; every time you looked in the mirror to see nothing but shades of violet, yellow and blue on your skin. Every single breath you took was held in, and now your lungs aren’t sure of how to handle all of the fresh air. 

You didn’t have your mind set on moving to California, but that night terror of a man made every single decision. You wanted nothing more than to take a breather and sit at your actual home for a while before the move, but it was almost instant. The apartment with him was never a home; barely a living space.  

The street you walked upon was empty of people; only houses with their lights off. Quickly you noticed a car behind you, playing music at the loudest volume. The car pulled into the driveway ahead of you; there were two people left in the car, but only one left the front passenger seat. A dark haired man wearing a green hoodie with the word ‘empathy’ written on the front entered the house as the car backed out of the driveway once more. 

Though when the car backed out, the driver waited. You cautiously continued walking and as you were about to pass the car, the passenger seat window rolled down all the way. You stopped and looked in to see a stranger with the kindest smile you had ever laid your eyes upon; the man had dark, wavy, medium length hair and hazel eyes. He was dressed in a satin, black button down shirt with black jeans that had rips near his knees. 

You were timid and incredibly cautious as you took a quick look around in his car, searching for any warning signs or red flags; you found not a single one. You glanced at the paused song on what was most likely his playlist. Lullaby by The Cure. 

Finally, as the man before you speaks, you snap out of your own thoughts. 

“I apologize if I seem like some creepy lingerer, but I seen you walking by yourself and it’s 2am,” he spoke, “are you okay?” he questioned with a kind, welcoming tone. You watched his eyes glance at the tear stains covering your cheeks, and you noticed his eyebrows slightly furrow. 

“My name is Ashton by the way, and It’d be no problem to take you where you need to go,” he said followed by a small pause, “though if it would make you more comfortable I can call my friend Sierra to help,” he finished. 

Your exterior softened as you realized you had no reason to even have the smallest concern about this so-called Ashton, realizing he’s a genuine person just by the few sentences he’s said to you. 

“Are you sure? I could just walk by myself, I’m sure you need to get home-” you questioned before he quickly interrupted, 

“Positive. I wouldn’t want anyone wandering the streets of California this late, hop in!” he enthusiastically answered, making sure you felt as if you could trust him. 

You entered the car, feeling more comfortable than you ever had in the apartment though you were next to someone you had never met before. The aroma in the car was coming from Ashton himself, his cologne so vibrant in scent that in lingered wherever he was; your senses were filled with the smell of dozens of flowers in the sunshine during the summer. The scent was the first thing that had given your soul warmth for what felt like the first time in years. 

“Thank you for being so kind, it truly does mean the world to me,” you said to him in a genuine tone with a sigh of relief, “I’m Y/N.” 

“What might you be up to walking around here at 2am, Y/N?” he asked as you watched him turn his right turn signal on, glancing over you with a slight smile. 

“That’s a very long, dreadful story,” you said with a hint of bitterness and forced laughter, still being sweet as you smiled at him. 

He smiled with a bit of sorrow in his eyes, realizing something bad must have happened. He studied your facial expression and body language for any signs to find a light, almost unnoticeable bruise on your wrist as well as your timidly fingers dancing upon one another when he asked; he had a slight frown as you fidgeted. 

“I don’t know what happened and I’m sure it’s none of my business, but I’d like you to know that you aren’t alone though it may feel that way. It’s the sappy shit everyone says and I don’t know if you wanna hear it, but it does get better with time. You just gotta give it a chance y’know?” he said to you in now a more calming, comforting tone. 

You felt tears well up in your eyes once more, not remembering what this kindness felt like; it was completely unfamiliar to you, yet it made you feel like you were home. 

“Thank you, Ashton. You’re a very lovely human being,” you said to him with a soft smile, “to sum up the entire thing, I have- had been with someone who wasn’t the best, or wasn’t really good at all to me for way longer than I should’ve been. People always underestimate how hard it can be to leave situations like that.” 

He let out a soft sigh as he stopped at the red light in front of you; he tapped on the steering wheel as he thought carefully of what to say. He adjusted his bracelet before turning to face you; it was dark, so he decided not to comment on the outline of tears falling from your cheeks. 

“I know that what happened in the amount of time you were with him couldn’t have been easy, probably quite difficult -- and though you don’t deserve going through what you did nor should it have happened, painful lessons can be the perfect tool to grow; to proceed to the next better chapter of your life.” He said to you, truly believing what he was saying rather than just telling you things for reassurance. 

You could almost feel the liquid gold that flooded through his veins; the flowers that bloomed in his lungs as he took each breath. Those raven curls fell perfectly along his forehead and right above his eyes, creating such a highly-saturated feeling as you lingered in his atmosphere. 

“You’re a beautiful person,” you accidentally let out the repeating sentence in your head, “I mean you’re very sweet,” you attempted to fix your slip up through clumsily placed stutters. 

Ashton chuckled with a bright smile on his face, and you could feel every sunbeam exuding from his emotions. His hazel eyes were the softest you’d ever seen, yet they had such potential to be utmost intimidating. 

“I think you’re admirable as well, Y/N,” he replied with the sweetest of honey in his tone.

As he pulled into his driveway, reality set in once again. He carefully studied your reactions to see any hesitance or uneasiness.

“Remember, if you aren’t comfortable staying at my place, Sierra lives a few streets away and it wouldn’t be a bother at all to take you there,” he warmly reminded you. 

“You’re the nicest person I’ve ever met, I promise I’m comfortable; you are, right?” You responded with a small smile, awaiting his reply.

“Of course,” he nodded, getting out of the car and opening your door. 

When you finally entered the well-lit home, you noticed a variety of things: the instruments, the little vintage musical references scattered along the walls, the open notebook sitting on the coffee table; every little trinket revealing more of his personality. You also finally got a more in-detail look of his features. You noticed his tattoos, and as you closely examined each one you yearned knowing the story behind them; you took note of his laid-back demeanor and the smooth ways in which he carried himself. 

“You’re a songwriter?” You questioned, hoping your analysis was correct.

“I am actually, more of a drummer though,” he joked, making you let out a light laugh. “Would you like anything to drink or eat? I can grab some more comfortable clothes for you if you’d like?” he considerately asked, giving you a warm smile.

“I would love that, thank you so much; and a water would be great,” you timidly replied, tapping the ends of your fingertips nervously.

“Of course, is there anything else you need? Do you wanna talk about anything?” he asked in a very sweet, quiet tone as he noticed your anxiety.

“Thank you so much, I’m honestly just really exhausted,” you stated, knowing you were actually quite awake; you just needed to let everything out alone as always.

“I understand darling, there’s a spare bedroom upstairs -- I’ll go get the clothes, just make yourself at home,” he kindly said to you, internally questioning your stability. He noticed every single flinch and facial expression of sorrow; this, let alone, filled him with devastation.

You made your way up the stairs, passing photographs on the wall of him and three other men; one of them being the man you seen get out of his car earlier that night. You faintly heard Ashton open the fridge and grab a water, knowing he’d be coming up with you soon. You stopped your curious gazing and entered the spare bedroom; It was mostly empty with a few light decorations, a nightstand, a dresser, and a bed with pale green, silk sheets. You sat down and patiently awaited his arrival, looking down at your swaying legs. 

You heard his light footsteps as he entered the room with a small smile on his face, handing you cozy clothing and a water; he gave you an oversized, black hoodie and grey sweatpants. The clothes smelled of his cologne, which brought you some sort of unexplainable comfort. 

“If you need absolutely anything, I’ll be right downstairs, okay? Have a lovely sleep, sweet dreams,” he softly spoke, leaving the room and carefully shutting the door behind him. 

As quickly as the door closed, tears began to overflow in your eyes; streams of the coldness you felt in your once known monster’s arms went down your cheeks like rivers. The ache in your chest felt like no other; you felt empty and severely heavy at the same time. The room was silent, but the static in your body became blaringly and deafeningly loud. You wanted to scream so hard that your vocal cords would no longer make a sound, and by the silent sobs you produced it was almost as if you did. 

Then it stopped. 

The static stopped playing, and you were brought back to the moment you were in rather than the past; you heard faint acoustic guitar strings that sounded like a home you’d never felt. You heard singing, but the lyrics through the walls weren’t as clear as you wanted. You heard the raindrops from outside mixed with Ashton’s honey-drenched voice, and that let alone turned every single tear filled with sorrow into softly spilled tears of rosewater. 

You sat up from the now wet pillow, and changed into the clothing he offered you. You carefully opened the bedroom door and sat down on one of the stairs, listening from just the wall keeping the two of you distanced. 

He sang,

“From the ground up, don't you burn it down Everybody's got the chance to turn it around Rebuild it like a vase, or a shattered crown Dive into the ocean and you'll never drown Darkness shows up, don't you let it grow The light will shine in, then your heart will know That all of these things That cause us pain inside Will come and go When the roses bloom and the record don't scratch Close your eyes, don't you ever look back Painful lessons are a perfect tool Schools in session and the number one rule  It’s all just a matter of time,”

after he finished the last few lines, he set down the guitar and wrote down the last few words he sang in his notebook. At this time, you were now leaning against the doorframe admiring his every thought being expressed through the look in his hazel eyes. 

“You’re very talented,” you softly spoke not to startle him; though still, for a second, he had wide eyes as he glanced up at you. 

“I thought you were asleep,” he lightly laughed, “I’m sorry if I’ve waken you.” 

“Not at all,” you smiled to quickly reassure his concerns, “I’m exhausted, but I don’t think sleep is an option,” you admitted; “Honestly, the most calming thing I’ve heard in years is what I just did.”

You watched as the heat on his face began to match your own; suddenly, an idea came to his head.

“I hope this isn’t crossing a boundary or anything, but if you’d like, you could lay down next to me? I mean, I could continue if you’d want that.” He timidly asked, looking for any hesitance in your demeanor. All he seen was a glimpse of hope in your eyes as you joined him on the sofa. 

You laid your head down on the opposite side, almost curling up into a ball. As he started playing the first few notes and singing the opening lyrics, you already felt yourself peacefully drift off into sleep. You felt safe. You felt warm, and secure. The newness of every single little feeling in your heart made it’s way to every corner of your body as you had your last conscious thoughts.  

A few minutes after Ashton realized you had fallen asleep, he couldn’t resist the sweet smile spreading across his face. He softly set the guitar down and grabbed the blanket laying on the couch, covering you up with it. He placed a gentle kiss on your head and started walking out of the room, but stopped when he reached the doorframe.

He turned around once more and sighed to himself. He glanced at the staircase then back at you; he shook his head in disbelief of his emotions, and laid down with you. 

“You’re gonna be the death of me, Y/N.” 

-

fin. 

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|Next Lifetime|Erik Killmonger|

previous chapters : Part 1 Part 2  Part 3 

erik killmonger x black reader

|part 4|

warnings: um definitely smut this chapter at the end. so 18+ for this chapter! and a possible trigger warning for grief but i promise it gets better and its a romcom.

synopsis:  reader grieves Erik until she doesn’t (i’m trying not give too much away). This one is a long ass chapter. So, grab you a snack and something to drink! I hope y’all like it.

“You promised on our birthday that you would give me something far more special than the charms you would gift to me. In 2018, you wanted to avenge your birth parents and you went off and did something foolish and when you- when they returned you to me you were-.” you struggle for a bit to find the words to explain it all to him as he takes a step back to gather himself. 

He rubs his eyes before grabbing your arms gently and massaging them . He leans down to look you in your eyes before asking “Ma, did you take something before I came to pick you up? You alright? Cause what you saying don’t make no sense at all... Your pupils don't look dilated though.” 

“I know how this must sound. Batshit crazy. I know it sounds crazy to me too. I’m still trying to figure out if I’m losing my own damn mind. I don’t know how or why. I just know that you came back to me.” you say to him and he shakes his head. 

“Erik. You’re talking about your ex boyfriend...The one that passed... . Alright, I’m going to take you home now... I still don’t understand what’s going on here and I’ve had about all I can take of trying to understand what’s going on here.” N’Jadaka says quietly to you before going around and opening your car door. 

The drive was silent as you picked at your nails and let the soft r&b roll over the tension between the two of you. 

Your own thoughts were going in about a billion different directions again. It didn’t feel right to just sit on all of that and not say anything at all. As ripped from a science fiction film as it sounded at least he knows. 

He was never one to think quietly because you could practically read his thoughts with the changing of expressions across his face.

The relief of seeing your building washed over you as he offered to walk you to your door. 

It was bittersweet because there was still so much of him in this different version of him. Even when he was upset with you or livid with whatever ghost that was haunting him back then,  he still showed nothing but tenderness to you.

You nod and give him a small smile before following him up the stairs , to your elevator, and finally your door. 

“I know that this is a lot. I mean who in their right mind would be able to process all of that.I wish there was any other way to say it... But thank you, I had a really nice time.” your soft words snap him out of staring at your face as if he was trying to piece it all together.

He knew deep down that there was something about you and what happened that weekend while dreaming in colours and other worlds but he couldn’t wrap his head around all of this happening in real life.  

You lean up to kiss his cheek and he grabs your shoulders softly. “With all due respect. You seem like a lovely person and a good woman, but I just - this all a lil too weird for me and I don’t think it’s a good idea that we continue seeing each other.” 

He kisses your hand and leaves with one look over your shoulder as you call out “Meet me at our spot. If you are still anywhere in there. You’ll know what I mean.”

“What the hell happened ? I didn’t expect you back until tomorrow morning?” Iri says as she settles on the other side of the sofa and patted the spot next to her as you kick off the sandals and lay your head on her lap with tears already prickling your eyes. 

“Oh you didn’t? Please don’t tell me you told him about the soulmate reincarnation thing? Sweets, you probably scared the hell out of that man. We needed you to keep that waaay down in the vault.” Tiki adds as she pops the cork off the bottle of wine in her hand and pauses the movie playing on the screen in the background. 

“Here’s what we’re gonna do . You’re gonna text him and tell him that you had just gotten your wisdom teeth removed earlier today and the meds had you unexpectedly zooted as fuck. “ Iri suggests and you chuckle softly.

---

Meanwhile at N’Jadaka’s house he was already being pestered by Lina and Penn for some type of details about what happened during the date. Orleans was already in the kitchen cooking and ear hustling but went back to his conversation on the phone with Big Mike when he realized there wasn’t any tea. 

“I don’t feel good. I’m finna go lay down. I’ll talk to y’all in the morning”. He says simply to them before trudging his way to his part of the house.

They had been friends since college and just got used to the idea of living together as they did in the dorms so they made it work after graduation. 

It helped them save money for when they finally separated and all of their schedules kept them busy so they didn't have time to get sick of each other. They also knew him well enough to know when something was bothering him and to leave him alone when he gets this moody.

"What the fuck?" He whispered under his breath 

"What the fuck was all that?" He continues talking to himself as he strips and walks past the bathroom mirror to the shower. 

He stops when something catches his eye. He sees a birthmark on his chest that almost resembles the shape of claw marks. He lets his fingers linger over the mark for a second. Thoughts of a panther mask clouded his memories for a moment before he shook his head and entered the shower. 

---

A few hours later of talking through it with your girls about possibly seeing a therapist about all that's going on and you were ready for bed. 

It didn't take long to drift off, you were ready to put the whole thing behind you. 

The familiar setting of purples , pinks, and hues of blue came into focus and you looked around letting the butterflies land on you again.

 You walk through the flowers and find Erik sitting by a stream of water weaving some of the flowers together. 

"What the hell, E?" You ask as you run over to him and wrap your arms around his neck

He turns to you and smiles big , his dimples on full display before shrugging. 

"It ain't perfect but it's the best I could do. They said it's like a do-over or something like that. I get a second chance but as a result of the way I did things the first time it's a lil different. Like when you restore a computer and it lose all it's files and shit. I get a new life but I'm still kinda stuck. I kinda like it though. I don't remember all the other shit when I'm awake. It really is like starting over. Shits crazy to explain when you think about it. But for you , you already know. I'd find you in this life and the next and the one after that. I don’t think I’mma ever fully remember what happened with all of that when i’m awake. I’m cool with it. It ain’t something I’m tryna remember." He says tipping your chin up to look at you and kissing you softly 

"I know. At least I get to hold you in the real world. It's just different. But guess what I saw today? I seen that bench that you and me signed all them years back. It's still there." You say to him and he places the lil flower bracelet around your wrist as y'all sit and talk for the rest of the night.

By the time you wake up with the aroma of breakfast wavering throughout the loft you feel a little better about the whole situation with Erik, not Erik. 

You opened your phone and sent him an I'm sorry gif with a few extra words inspired by Tina's wisdom tooth lie. 

 After easing into the kitchen and standing in the doorway you see the two lovebirds dancing around the kitchen singing to each other and laying food on the plates. 

"Morning lil sleepy head. Don't forget that I'll still be coming down to the center with you today for the seminar. You hungry?" Iris asks as she places the plate in your hands with a kiss to the top of the head. 

"Of course. There's a young girl, Sophie there that I really think would love to talk to you. She's just starting her transition. And her parents are wonderful but they don't really have much money. She hasn't really had the chance to get more “feminine” presenting clothes and she likes makeup.  " You say and she nods catching your drift.

"Well it'd brighten anybody's day seeing a beautiful successful trans woman like myself honey. But let's lift her spirits even more. I'm gonna bring some of the makeup I got from pr packages and some of the clothes from this collection. I really hope it helps." She answers and Tika just saunters over to her proclaiming her love for her. 

"Alright alright alright. I get it. I'm single as hell." You say laughing softly

---

Two weeks ticked by with radio silence on N'Jadaka's end. After the 4th day when he gave you the cold shoulder at a coffee shop, you decided to stop trying.

Maybe it wasn't fate and maybe you were just believing what you wanted to believe. 

You reason with yourself as you walked around the loft making notes about the new housing project you were working on. 

Finally having the house to yourself with the lovebirds gone for the day on a little adventure. You got to work budgeting and calling different areas to rent out apartments to you for women and lgbtq+ with housing insecurities. 

Your ramblings and thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door , thinking that Iri or Tika left something behind. 

"I told you to take your sunscre- Daka?" You question as he stands in front of you

You cross your arms and furrow your brows while waiting for an answer from him.

He stands for a moment like he’s trying to gather all of his thoughts together in a way that makes sense to both of you. 

"What're you doing here?" You ask putting your hand on your hip. 

He drops his shoulders and lets out a soft sigh before looking at you.

"I didn't wanna believe it. What you said that night cause like how the fuck does something like that happen? I’mma be honest.  I wanted to just believe that you were a lil off and leave it at that but something keeps telling me that you right. I can't remember shit before college and all I wanted to do was be with you. From the moment I met you in the store. I was like, this is it. This is what's missing. A piece to a puzzle that's all jumbled up." He admits and you nod slowly before letting him in. 

You walk around the kitchen getting a cup of tea for yourself and sitting a cup of coffee down on the counter for him.

“Don’t worry it’s black, I know you dont like it sweet.”

"You know I didn't exactly expect my fiancee that I buried months before to show up at a damn supermarket of all places. This isn't some movie or fanfiction. These kind of things don't happen in real life. Daka you, you had claw marks all over you. The last time I laid eyes on you. And now you're here in front of me. I thought that I was losing my mind." You say and he starts to unbutton his shirt.

"These." He says peeling his shirt off and showing you the birthmarks on his chest and shoulder.

You trace your fingers over it before leaning your head on his shoulder. 

"I asked my parents about my childhood and when I passed by my old neighborhood a few days ago andI remembered some things. I remember what happened to my other parents, in pieces. Shit’s brutal." He says dropping his gaze

"It's okay." You whisper to him and wrap your arms around him. You rocked him for a moment letting him let all of those feelings wash over him. 

He embraced you for a moment before kissing you tenderly. You tug at his bottom lip before deepening the kiss when he press you against the counter. 

"We'll figure it out... Something telling me I'd be a fuckin fool to lose you again." He says quietly against yours lips. 

"Are you gonna make love to me or are you going to keep looking at me like that?" You ask as he studies your whole face like he's looking at art. 

"A memory. It's you. We stood right here and I kissed you the same way. You were saying something like "you bring yourself home to me"." He says and you nod frantically, holding him closer to you.

"I did. It was right before you left." You admit and he nods before lifting you up onto the counter and kissing you heatedly this time. He kisses down to your breasts before looking up at permission from you to unhook your bra. 

Always a man that knows what he's doing. He takes kisses around your breasts and nipples. He takes his time to lick and caress you until he works his way down.

You shake your head yes before moving to slide off your panties but his kisses and his mouth is already beating you to it as he kisses down to your thigh.

He slides your panties off with his teeth and tosses them over his shoulder. 

You tilt your head back as you feel him wasting no time massaging over your clit and working you over with his fingers, curling them and stroking you gently. 

Your soft moans fill the room when he hooks your leg over his shoulder and begins to suckle your clit softly , swirling his tongue over it. 

"Tika will kil- Ooh god. How does your tongue feel like it's vibrating?" You ask and he only chuckles and grips onto your cheeks to bring you closer to him.

He was feasting on and devouring you like he was going to lose again and you could grind your hips down against his tongue and moan his name sweetly.

He didn't stop his tongue or fingers working in you until your legs are shaking and you're gripping at his head. 

"You have- fuck. I'm a squir-" you moan his name brokenly while trying to get out your words and lean back for a moment licking his lips before realizing what you're trying to say.

"Hold that for me. I wanna come with you." He says to you and you pout and protest as he removes his fingers. He picks you up off the counter and carries you bridal style asking you which room is yours.

"Left , left." You giggle into his shoulder as he helps you slide your dress off and you unbutton his jeans for him. 

You capture him in a kiss for a moment feeling his soft plump lips against yours again for the first time in what feels like forever. 

"It's been a long time since I've done all of this. . . Gentle." You say and he runs a calloused finger over your cheek moving a curl away from your face as he looks at you. 

He gets a quick flash of a memory of you and him in bed. You wore a smile on your face before telling him "happy anniversary".

He trailed his fingers down your body remembering almost every scar , every moment. 

When Erik got to a scar at your side. He chuckled, unlocking a memory of you two running from the neighborhood rottweiler , Smokey. 

That old ass dog hated you and he hoisted you over the fence first after being out late one night in high school. The gate had caught your side when you jumped. 

Erik felt so bad he brought you food from anywhere you wanted everyday from to school for a month. 

He leans down to place open mouthed kisses to it. 

He traced over your thighs to the cellulite and stretch marks remembering when you first got them. 

He was moving homes at the time and he wasn't ready to be further away from you yet.  You two just sat for hours at the park in the grass, talking. 

" You know white men behind all of that anyways. They want y'all to feel like you gotta look the same way. That's how they make them billions. My mama had 'em . Yo mama , and generations back. And it ain't ever stop them from being the women they are. Besides if any dirtneck nigga ever try you , just tell me. Imma handle it." He would say as you sat with your head on his lap, staring at the sun setting, knowing good and well your grandparents were gonna ground you for being late when you get home. 

They never did though cause you were with Erik they knew you were gonna be alright. 

"Nothing to worry about. I… I've never done any of that stuff before…Have you?" you question hesitantly as you stare off. 

"Tisha. From Ms. Wilkes class. We was coming from the kick back-" 

"Uh uh . That's your business , you ain't gotta tell me all of that." You say slightly upset at the fact that Tisha of all people was his first. 

----

"I got you." He says kissing your forehead then your nose before hooking your leg over his hip and easing into you slowly while his lips are still on yours. His eyes never left yours as he cupped your face sweetly like he didn't want to lose you again. 

In this moment he gets a glimpse of prom night and how things changed between the both of you forever. 

He wraps his hands around your waist. One of his hands splayed across your belly. 

He remembers the pregnancy scare you both had afterwards with him holding your hand and telling you no matter what happens he wanna be there for both of you.

Luckily, nothing came of it but you were definitely closer because of it.

You let out an open mouthed gasp at the feeling of being so full of him after so long. 

You rest your hands on his neck and shoulder and he bottoms out fully settling into you as he moves his arms next to  balance himself. 

You close your eyes as he begins to stroke into you trying to set a rhythm for you as his praises for you fall from his lips. 

He kisses his way down your neck licking the marks that are already starting to form there. 

"My lil baby." He mutters out after licking a freshly formed hickey forming on top of your breasts. 

You open your eyes slowly , looking at him and the way he's looking at you . 

"It's been way too long since I've heard that from you. You're remembering?" You ask quietly as you let out a soft moan.

N'Jadaka's muscles flex and tighten as he picks up his pace. His abs clenched as he  pulls out almost completely and filled you at a different angle.

 The sounds of your moans filling the room with every stride and stroke of his hips,  it seems like you're closer to floating in space. The man was fucking you like his life depended on it and at this point all you could do is wrap your arms around him again to comfort you as he shutters and rolls his hips deeper into you. Your walls tighten around him as you relish in the feeling of him. 

"Fuck. I remember all of it." He says half chuckling at the way it's coming to him and half nearly in tears cause he really missed being with you. 

"I also remember that this is your favourite position cause you like to see my face." He teases before leaning down to kiss you again with them plump ass lips.

"E?" You ask , grabbing his face with trembling hands.

"Baby?" You ask again 

He moves his hands from your waist and places your hands in his. Then moving them above your head as he flashes in between making love to you for the last time and now.

You roll over with him and place your hands on your chest riding him slowly getting the rhythm as he strokes into you from below. 

He laughs softly when he realizes what you're doing. 

"Are you spelling my fucking name , baby?" He asks and you tell him that you can spell both.

You let out a whimper when he brushes your spot and let him take over as he runs his hands over your thighs to your butt and over your back as he strokes into you. 

He plants his feet on the bed and work your hips in rhythm with him. 

It didn't take long for you to orgasm with a loud shriek of his name . You had forgotten how he gets when he's close as his hands on gripping all over your thighs and your back. You were already feeling sensitive with your second orgasm coming through and this man felt like he was trying to put it in your belly. 

He rolls you onto your side giving it to you deeply. 

With a loud hiss and panting from him he cums , holding you in his arms.

"I don't think it has felt like that since our birthday last year." He says into your ear as he pulls you closer into his arms. 

He engulfs you fully in his embrace and presses a kiss to the side of your head. 

You laugh softly and roll over to face him , resting your forehead against his.

"I remember. You took me to Paris. I had never been and at the time I was obsessed with everything Parisian. We fucked on the balcony and somehow I ended up popping the straps to my favorite dress. You still owe me by the way." You tease and he shakes his head laughing. 

"I think we ended up saving they marriage from across the way though. They was arguing the whole time. Then they gon watch us like we ain't see them." Erik says laughing as he squeezes your thigh playfully.

"I know they was trying some things." You joke 

"I missed you so much. You don't even understand." You admit with a somehow saddened and relieved expression. 

"I know.  I want to start over this time. All of that Erik Killmonger shit is over with. I wanna keep the name N'Jadaka and just start over. All of that was too heavy on me to carry. I wanna let it all go. I wanna do it right with you." He explains 

"Good because if you put me through that again. Wakanda will be the least of your damn worries." You say to him and he nods giving you his word, sealed with a kiss.

"It'll be alright. Everything happens for a reason. And I think that right now a bath needs to happen and I'm gonna need you to do that thing again that you did in the kitchen cause I'm tryna figure out when you learned that-" 

At some point after the bubble bath/ shower combo you were both out like a light until Iri and Tika decide to come busting in like they usually do with little gifts and food for you. 

"Guess who's your fave- SHE GOT A WHOLEASS MAN IN HER BED" Iri announces to Tika before your pillow hits the door as she closes it. 

"Sorry about that. This is kinda our cuddle hour so they're used to just coming on in." You say sleepily and he just laughs it off while holding you closer. 

"It's all good. I remember that I ain't know them much before but when we did spend time with them, they were good people." He says, still trying to piece it together.  

----

You fell asleep more peacefully than you had in a long time. Now granted, good sex didn't fix the many layers of issues and mysticism surrounding everything.

But for now, you knew that you had him, you had your girls, family and your business. Everything felt alright again. 

Right up until the point of sleeping through the first alarm to meet the property owners.

"Bae. Bae your phone going off." N'Jadaka whispers in the dark room , voice still riddled with sleep and grogginess. 

"Shit. Shit. I'm gonna be so late." You call out , quickly jumping out of bed and stumbling around the room. 

It takes you about 25 minutes to speed through getting dressed in your best skirt suit. 

N'Jadaka sits on the end of the bed putting on his shoes and watching you shuffle around. 

He had offered to drive you there and stay with you and check out the property with you. 

He slows you down by grabbing you by your arms gently and placing a kiss to your lips. 

"Good morning, handsome. Let's go" 

You walk through the living room with Iri and Tika already posted up in the kitchen placing two breakfast burritos in a container to grab and go. 

You grab your things from the counter all while thanking them and jetting towards the door.

"Good luck pooh!" Tika calls after you. 

"Byyyyeeee Dakaaaa" they call out after him

---

"Here it is . These are the apartments. I know they don't look like much now from the outside. But from the pictures it looks great. And they'll be safe and comfortable here-" you babble on to N'Jadaka while you both stand outside of the building where Erik grew up , until you notice two women walking to  a car that clearly wasn't from this area. 

You notice Shuri and your breath hitches in your throat. 

Frozen in your anxiety, the seconds ticked by and it was too late to leave. She looked you dead in the eye and then at N'Jadaka like she had seen a ghost.

She gasped and Nakia followed the eyes before back into the car. 

"SHURI WAIT - PLEASE" you yell out to them but the car was already speeding  away. 

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[slasherbastard]

hiya! i hope you are doing well, i was wondering if i could get a matchup if you don’t mind!

my pronouns are she/her, im 4’10[baby hands, tiny feet size 2 to be exact ,but hugeeee thighs, a tummy and a fat ass], and my myers briggs type is intp-t. im an introvert around new people but extremely talkative around those im comfortable with. im bi & i use humor as a coping mechanism [sometimes gets me in trouble] . i have a potty mouth and can be really insensitive towards others feelings without actually realizing it. i have rather obsessive tendencies and easily gets fixated on one thing for months at a time. my current obsession is crocheting! my hobbies include: gardening, crocheting, spending money i don’t have on clothes, writing smut, and watching star wars.! i love to garden and be around flowers my favorite being cosmos. i like to present myself as confident though i’m actually really insecure. i love y2k as well as cottage core aesthetic, and if i was an animal i’d be a raccoon. go to pick up line is: damn baby you shit with that ass. thank youuuu <333

I wanna apologise because you've had to wait months for this but after way too long - I have finally paired you with

Anna/Huntress and Freddy Krueger!

(gif credit: google and horsearound)

Anna may come off as scary but she really isn't. Under these circumstances, you were probably either a survivor she had to sacrifice during a trial but either couldn't bring herself to kill you, or you managed to escape - or you might've been another killer she met in-between trials. Huntress does have a mean exterior but she also does have a soft side and a big heart (which she does try to hide when others are around). Her love language is gift giving, she isn't really one for affection since she isn't used to it but she will go out of her way to make and find you items like flowers and even your own mask (of a raccoon) if she has the time and resources. Her nickname for you is actually енот (raccoon in Russian) because you remind her so much of one. Dates with Anna would include going for walks in the somewhat safer areas of the northern woods where the more dangerous prey don't lurk. Huntress would probably hum her lullaby to herself as the two of you walked before stopping to talk with you about whatever was on either of your minds. She likes hearing you talk about your interests because yours and her lives are very different - unless you also lived most of your life alone in a forest - and she just finds you interesting in general.

Gardening! With! Anna! The Huntress is more of a "natural instincts" type which means she knows a thing or two about which plants in the northern woods are safe to eat and which weather conditions they thrive in. You would have to do all this before winter hits though, unless you want a frostbitten lip to match Anna's. She will insist on teaching you how to hunt and gather food for the frozen period but apart from that she also wants to learn how to garden with you even if you're just planting flowers outside the cabin to lighten it up a little more. There isn't much to do during the winter except for waiting for the warmer weather to break through, luckily you can pass the time with crocheting which really comes in hand with the colder weather. If you can, crochet her a sweater! She would practically end up living in it while she's around the cabin but if she suspects she's going to end up in another one of the Entity's trials she'll switch back into her worn out beige/white one she's more known for since she doesn't want your sweater getting dirty or ripped. You would probably end up making her a scarf or a set of gloves to wear as well just so she doesn't get frostbite again - if she hasn't already stolen said scarf or gloves, that is.

Forcing Freddy to watch Star Wars with you truly is something. He's never really been into that sort of stuff and he doesn't really understand what's going on but he'll try to enjoy it since he knows he's not getting out of this without not having seen at least one of the movies -but be warned, he's the type to half-jokingly yawn during the not so action-y parts and ask questions every two seconds. "Why does he wear that helmet?" "His face is burnt, just like yours Freddo"   "Ah. . .maybe I should get one as well. Who's that I forgot his name already-"     He's almost concerned with how much you swear - even he doesn't swear that much - it's gotten to the point where he has a tip jar set up in the kitchen specifically for you to fill and once it does eventually fill up, he gives you the money to spend on whatever you want before the cycle repeats itself again. Sometimes Freddy likes to surprise you with things that fit whatever you're fixating on at the time, maybe he'll show up with a plush of a character from a movie you like or materials for a certain craft you're enjoying. He isn't really one to indulge in other's interests unless either it peaks a genuine interest in him or if he's just bored.

Freddy loves your thighs, you can sometimes catch him running his fingers or his blades just running along the skin gently while the two of you are sitting together or while you're trying to fall asleep. He also likes that you can be mean even if you do it unknowingly. He thinks your sense of humour is funny and he also tries to be mean and tease you about things like your height even though he's only a few inches taller than you (he's just glad he's finally met someone shorter than him). Freddy will try to use your head as an arm rest and call you short but it never really does much since you'll just start roasting him. One thing that Freddy loves to tease you about is your risqué writing. Now, Freddy isn't one for reading - that is until he stumbled upon a piece of writing you were working on that you'd left open on your computer and of course his curiosity had gotten the best of him and he read the whole thing. He's a bit - actually, VERY - dirty minded so he brought this "writing piece" up with you immediately. Oh, the look on your face made him laugh. Let's just say that this made him want to visit your dreams a lot more than he already does. On the topic of romance, the first time you used your pickup line on Freddy he didn't know how to respond, he didn't know if he was supposed to be aroused or scared.

They're both aware of your insecurities but you really don't have to worry about that around these two because they don't care about those details you hate and also they've probably been through worse - look at Freddy, he looks like he was left in the air fryer for too long - so anything about yourself that makes you feel icky almost goes unnoticed by these two unless you mention it and it does makes them wonder how you can dislike those things about yourself. Of course, they've got their own insecurities themselves. Sometimes when Freddy catches a glimpse of his appearance in a mirror he may feel disgusting but he mostly just feels enraged by the reminder of what was done to him, but what really gets him is his fear of you leaving him for someone that isn't like him. It's hard learning about the Huntress' insecurities since she hides them so well and doesn't really seemed to be ashamed of anything but who knows?

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Mirror Images (Bakugou x Reader)

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Warning: mentions of stillbirth

This was a complete shift from what I write about recently...

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“Let’s do this over again” “the sight of you makes me sick I never want to see you again”

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The scene played distantly in front of your empty eyes: hundreds of pathetic, broken bodies staring sadly back at you through the sparkling shards of mirror. The legion of women in front of you seemed close to familiar, yet there was a far-off state of woe in their expressions that you had never seen before.

Your hand throbbed.

How dare they fucking look at you like that. Your eyes danced from their heartbroken expressions down to the small, diminishing lump on each of their stomachs. You watched the women’s cheeks become wet before your eyesight eventually succumbed to a stinging cloud of tears.  How dare they be so weak-- so inept--  so useless.

Another sharp sting shot up your hand, toward your arm, as your shredded fists once again came into harsh contact with the mirror in front of you, “Fuck you!” the shriek tore from your chest. The anguished scream that followed as you allowed your body to fall limply onto the bathroom floor sounded more like a confused and terrified animal in a slaughterhouse than a human being.

You laid with your eyes clenched shut as your hand came up to grip at your chest, as if you could rip the defective, broken heart straight out of you. You lurched against your twisted hands with painful sobs when suddenly, you heard a loud bang against the door. Next, you felt the bone-piercing chill of your hollow home creep into the small, humid area, “What the fuck are you doing!?” The bellowing words completely flew over your head as your eyes slowly pried opened to stare at the tile beside your face.

The chill left you wondering-- did a tiny ghost creep in with that draft?

Could you feel him with you just one more time?

Suddenly you felt your body being yanked up into a sitting position, “Y/N, snap out of it! Look at me!” The voice sounded so far away as you felt warm breath brush against your cheeks.

You felt a pair of hot and rough hands grab your head on both sides and closely lead you to an obscured face. A blurred mess of blonde and red came into your vision, but you couldn’t make sense of it. You couldn’t make sense of anything. You could only feel your bleeding hand and a dense fog weighing down on you and gripping tightly at your chest.

Your hand throbbed.

You absentmindedly wiped your tears away with the back of your hand, slicing a bit of your cheek with the spikes of glass embedded in your knuckles. You felt your hands being snatched away from your face as you attempted to speak, “I… I wanna die…”  your choked voice came out as a gargled breath and couldn’t even find it’s way to Bakugou’s ears.

“…What?” The words hardly registered in the man; however, he could read your lips well and after years of being with you, your expression even better,  “What did you just fucking say?!” fighting the urge to violently shake you in his hands, he suddenly released you from his grip-- leaving your heavy body to return to the tiled floors with a ‘smack.’

He stared at you as you sobbed uncontrollably on the ground.

What the fuck should he do? He feels like he’s tried everything.

You had been in this position for days. For days he’s been trying to keep you from completely falling apart, but it was like trying to plug a dam with sticky notes. He didn’t know if he could fix you.

He stared at your bloodied expression. He didn't know what to fucking do. 

“Leave me alone…” your meek voice softly shook Bakugou out of his thoughts, looking up to reveal your hazy, red eyes, “Please.” You weakly begged, stirring up feelings within the blond. The bounty of emotions, which had been simply simmering until this point, finally erupted toward his throat. It burned.

Fuck! He was useless!

He knew that nothing he said would make you feel better. He couldn’t reverse what had already happened, and he sure as hell wasn’t the type of person that could magically erase your sadness with a few soft spoken words.

There really was nothing else he could do.

The feeling of helplessness was the final emotion to crack the dam that he himself had been trying so fucking hard to keep erect for the past few days. Tears began to well up in his eyes.

No fuck that. He wasn’t going to give up. He was gonna plug your dam no matter what. He couldn’t break. He was gonna put you back together, even if it killed him.

“I’m not fucking leaving, you idiot,” he leaned down to gather you up into his arms. You felt your limp body mold again this own as he tried to hold you tightly, as if he was afraid that you would fall apart otherwise.

He was probably right, but dammit! Maybe you needed to fall apart. Maybe this misery was deserving for a no good, useless, fuck up like you.

“Just Go!” You screamed as you shoved him away from you, “I-I cant look at you, Katsuki!” You blinked away your hot tears to meet with his horrified expression. You had actually never seen him so scared in your entire time of knowing him, but you couldn’t think about that in that moment. No. The only thing that your brain could think of when you saw him was your baby boy’s face, “The sight of you makes… it makes me sick!”

Bakugou’s heart lurched and twisted at your words. The man’s face also contorted as a glare found its way back home to his expression. That face was the only thing holding his tears from falling freely down his face as you continued, “God I am so sick with myself. I can’t do any fucking thing right. I let e-everyone down. You, our families, our friends. They were all so happy for us and I fucking ruined it! I just! I c-can’t… I killed him, Katsuki!” as the final chunk of your rant flew out, it was as if your last bout of strength flew out alongside it. Your body crumpled to the floor once again, “I never want to feel like this again. I never want to see you again-- anyone again! I-I… I want to die!” you twisted your face deeply into the tiles to release another succession of sobs. 

You laid crying for a few moments in silence before you felt a warm body curl up next to you— their strong presence wrapping themselves around you before pulling you closely, “This isn’t the end. Not the end of you, and sure as hell not the end of us,” the gruff words smoothed out a piece of your soul and left you feeling a sense of comfort that you hadn’t felt in what seemed like forever. He continued with a harsher tone, “So fucking get that through your head right now and stop talking so damn crazy. It’s wasn’t your fault,” he finished strongly, but you knew it wasn't the full truth.

“I see how you look at me now.” you looked up at him just in time to see his eyebrows lift toward his forehead, “You have to hate me.”

“I don’t hate you. It wasn’t just your kid, you know. I’m fucking hurting too,” his brows plummeted once more as a stern expression settled onto his face. He stared at you as if he was daring you to deny him.

You accepted his dare, “You don’t show it…”

“Well, FUCK, Y/N!” he boomed, causing your body to jolt a little at the sudden noise,  “I have to be strong for your ass. There’s no one to pick you up if I’m a mess!” his voice cracked in just about every other syllable, alarming you and incentivizing you to turn your entire body towards his chest. You clearly saw the first tear drop from his face—fat and heavy as if it was preparing for forever for this moment, “But I am a mess okay? I can’t go two seconds without thinking about him, dammit. I sit in his nursery and I think about how I am never gonna be there for him. It tears me up!”  he was now sobbing just as you had been a few minutes ago, his chest thudding against your own, “But I still have you. I still have you to be there for, so don’t give up on me... please.” His voice fell with every word he spoke so that the last one was only just audible.

You’d never seen him so destroyed. Defeated.

God, were you really so inconsiderate?

Bakugou had been strong for you as always, but did it really take for him shattering right in front of you to make you realize that the loss affected more than just you? The two of you should have been there for each other, but instead, as your life slipped through your fingers, you had unknowingly been sucking up the life out of him to compensate.

That wouldn’t fucking do.

He is your rock-- your strength, and he deserves someone who can do the same for him.

Your hand throbbed.

It yearned for contact as you reached out to the man laying beside you, “You still have me too. I’m here, baby,” as you gathered up into his crying form it was as if the cloud had been lifted from your hazy mind. The man in front of you was so clearly broken. Even with fog in your brain, you couldn’t believe how you didn’t see it before, “God, I am so sorry,” you breathed out as you planted a kiss onto his forehead. You wiped his tears away and attempted a weak smile at him, “Let’s do this over again. We can both be there for each other this time, okay? I love you so much.”

“Love you too,” he finished before pulling you as close as he could to him on the tiled floor. 

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It’s Cold in Here Part 11

Hey everyone! YES, I am BACK!!! I’m sorry for not being regularly active on here. I’ve just been going through a lot lately, and it’s been a real struggle. I’m just trying to stay focused on writing because that is my main medicine. And I’m the kinda person who hates leaving things incomplete so…I have to see this through, and I will complete it. Hope you like it and please review!

My eyes shoot open fast like a gunshot. My body freezes, as I try to grasp what happened. I can feel I’m lying on soft sheets. The smell of green tea mint and vanilla fills my nostrils; I quickly find comfort in those scents that remind me I’m back home.

Home.

Home with Dick Grayson.

A sudden wave of panic sends me into another nervous breakdown. My body tenses, and I feel like I can’t breathe, especially when two strong, muscular arms wrap around me like a koala hugs a tree.

And Dick Grayson hugs like a koala bear in and out of the sheets.

I need to get out of here. I need to breathe. I need to think.

Slowly but cautiously, I slip away from Dick’s sleeping embrace. The second I successfully break away from his cuddling hold, I stand up to only look down at his peaceful slumber.

I quickly peek at the clock on his nightstand that tells me it’s only 4:00 A.M.

And to think it was only four hours ago that Dick choked me, screamed at me, and threatened me to do what he wants.

I move like a zombie to the bathroom. Closing and locking the door, I switch on the light and I’m forced to stare at myself in the mirror.

Red rimmed eyes. Tear stained cheeks. A large handprint bruised on my neck. Knots in my hair from being manhandled into bed with him.

I wanted to leave. I wanted to go home and cry myself to sleep like anyone else would. But Dick refused to let me leave. He knew I would have tried to contact the Batfamily for help.

And I would have. I’m not even gonna lie.

Grabbing tightly on both ends of the beautiful, marble sink, I stare at my reflection. What the fuck happened to me?

I’m staring at a weak, pathetic, and foolish woman. I should be ashamed to even call myself a superhero.

A superhero would have taken down Deathstroke already.

A superhero would have helped Dick Grayson from going down this devastating road already.

A superhero wouldn’t be standing here and staring at their wounds in the mirror, while their boyfriend is out there with Isabel.

Jason.

I know Jason’s not my boyfriend. I know what we have isn’t even remotely romantic. What we have can only be summarized as “causal sex between good friends”, and that’s all there is to it.

Not that any of that matters anymore.

I’m beyond fucked. Dick Grayson literally took my heart, my self-esteem, and my life away from me.

I have nothing.

Dick made sure my cell phone was destroyed before he shoved me into bed.

The alarm system in his penthouse is set, and there’s no way to enter or escape.

And Dick had stripped me from my costume and weapons.

My own worst enemy has taken everything from me.

And he doesn’t even know it’s him.

Gripping the sink tighter to where my hands crack and ache, I growl under my breath and release my right fist into the mirror, shattering it gracefully with rage.

Pieces of glass rain all around me. It’s almost happening in slow motion when I realize I’ve been bottling up everything inside me. I see there is another part inside me that’s tired of being controlled.

A part of me that’s tired of being threatened with fear.

A part of me that’s tired of letting feelings interfere with what’s right and wrong.

My fist falls to the sink where my blood runs down my palm and fingers. I can imagine it hurting because I know there are razor chips in there from the impact.

But I feel nothing but rage inside me. A sinking feeling of anger and vengeance in the pit of my stomach to where I’ll do whatever it takes to feed it.

I gaze up to the broken mirror and see the missing fragments I’ve smashed. My reflection is damaged, in the emotional and physical sense.

And destroyed by what I’ve done.

I hear light footsteps coming behind me. Still staring in the mirror, the remaining chipped pieces of the mirror shows me Dick is behind me, staring into the mirror as well.

Our faces are split up in bits on the wall. And it doesn’t take more than a few seconds to see that his eyes darken with resentment and lust.

Both of Dick’s hands settle on my bare hips. I’m only wearing a t-shirt of his that he gave me while he ripped and tore apart my costume and underwear.

His fingers slip up to my stomach and continue to inch upwards until he seizes my breasts. Until his hands completely cover and grasp my tits, his fingers massage them tightly.

I struggle to pull away from his touch, but Dick ends up pushing me forward to the sink. I can feel his hard body grinding against my bare ass. Through his sweatpants, his big, hard cock rubs against me.

I gasp quietly. I chance a look in the mirror and see his lust filled eyes staring down at me.

“I love seeing you wear my shirt,” Dick whispers in my ear. He pulls my nipples and pinches them. “It’s almost like...I own you. Like, you’re my own personal doll. A possession of mine.”

One of his hands sneaks down to my unclothed pussy. His fingers spread my folds apart, and he sinks one finger in. My natural wetness makes a slurping noise; I’m always embarrassingly wet, and Dick knows this. He hums in my ear. He’s more than pleased about this.

“So wet...you’re just so wet for me, huh Y/N?” Dick smirks. He adds another finger inside me and begins to finger fuck me.

“I-I’m not yours, Dick,” I seethe through my teeth. I whimper when his thumb rubs my clit. The fucking bastard knows I love finger fucking before sex.

His thumb presses harder to my clit. I’m a panting mess in between his arms. I look up into the mirror and see Dick’s eyebrows furrowed; a look of concentration and determination are on his face. He begins to breathe and pant hard as if he wants (or is trying) to ride out my orgasm with me. I suddenly feel a tightening feeling in my stomach, so I grab a hold of his forearms to squeeze and try to ground myself with.

“Don’t fuckin’ lie to me, sweetheart. You see, there are no other guys here. I’m the only one here with you. So, let me explain this in a way you’ll understand. I AM THE ONE WHO’S GONNA MAKE YOU CUM RIGHT NOW!” Dick growls and adds a third finger in me.

“No...” I plead.

“Yes! Cum for me, Y/N. I want you to cum so hard for me. Cum for your boyfriend.”

He pumps his fingers hard and fast in my pussy. His thumb continues to work overtime with constant harsh rubs. Dick kisses my neck and nips my jaw and that’s what sets my body to release my orgasm. My mouth parts and I choke out Dick’s name as my pussy clenches his fingers, and I gush hard on his hand.

“That’s it. That’s it. Good girl. You’re such a good girl for me,” Dick praises me, and places many kisses my jawline. “You’re my good girl, aren’t you, Y/N?”

“Oh fuck...” I whimper out. I feel beyond embarrassed Dick could still weaken me like this, especially after everything that’s happened.

Once my body relaxes, I let go of his forearms, one stained with my bloody hand from earlier, and try to stand on my own. Dick withdraws his hand from my pussy and licks every individual finger to suck my juices. He hums in satisfaction and winks at me.

“Delicious...better than Trix cereal if I say so myself.”

I huff out in annoyance. I turn around to face his cocky grin.

“That...that wasn’t cool, Dick. What you-you just did to me...that was fucking evil,” I say angrily. I feel tears behind my eyes that are threatening to fall. “How could you do that to me? How could you use my feelings, my body, and me like that?”

Dick’s eyes show no softness and kindness like before. I realize I haven’t truly seen his real eyes in a long time.

“It’s easy,” Dick says simply. As if it’s plainly obvious and that I should know that.

I shake my head at him. Biting my bottom lip, I glare at him.

“You will never touch me like that again. If you ever lay a hand on me like that again, I’ll fucking snap your arm,” I threaten him. I feel the anger boiling in me, but my voice betrays me.

I sound as if I got fucked hard like a defendant in court.

Dick chuckles at me. He runs a hand through his hair and grins at me as if he just won a big prize in an arcade.

“Who are you trying to convince: me or you?”

I pull down his shirt to cover my wet thighs and take a big step away from him.

But he follows me like puppy.

“You’re not gonna hurt me, Y/N. I know you. I know you better than you know yourself. I know you better than Bruce, and he’s the best detective in the world,” Dick explains as he continues stepping closer to me. With each step, his eyes darken and there’s no hope or light in him. Just complete darkness and rage. “You still love me. You may not be in love with me anymore, but those feelings and devotion for me still exist.”

I shake my head in desperation. “No. No, I don’t, Dick!”

Dick laughs hysterically. He waves his arms around and gives me an incredulous look.

“I mean, look at you, Y/N! After I threatened you and hurt you, you’re still here! You could have fought me. You could have escaped. You could have called for help. But you didn’t. You didn’t do any of that. Wanna know why? Because you still love me, and you’re gonna do anything and everything to help me...no matter what I say or do to you,” Dick elucidates madly.

I feel as if a wire was cut in my head. A crazed thought comes to me like a sign. Escape.

I can escape and call for help!

I’m strong enough to fight back. I’ve proven myself from time to time in this family. I’m a great fighter, and I can do anything.

Anything.

I quickly catch a glimpse of a big shard from the mirror on the floor. I’ve got one chance. One chance and I’m gonna take it.

“Go fuck yourself, Dick!” I shout and kick up the shard so I can quickly catch it. Once it’s in my hand, I harshly cut Dick’s cheek down to his chest, not even to make him bleed out though.

“FUCK!!!” Dick hisses out and touches his bleeding wounds. He reluctantly falls to his knees to press his cuts.

Dropping the sharp glass, I dash out of the bathroom. Seeing Dick’s cell phone on his nightstand, I swipe it and kick a chair against the window to break out.

Alarms sound. I jump out of his window and land on the fire escape. Climbing up to the rooftop, I hear Dick catching up to me.

“Y/N! Come on, baby! I’m sorry! You know I love you!” Dick yells.

I growl faintly and finally land on the rooftop. Backing away carefully, I notice a 4-way lug wrench beside me. Picking it up and holding it as a weapon, I prepare myself when Dick flawlessly lands on the rooftop, like the acrobat he was born and raised to be.

I feel my heart sink in my stomach.

“Don’t come any closer, Dick. You need to back the fuck off,” I demand.

Dick grins cockily when he sees the car tool I have. His face and bare chest are still bleeding. He tilts his head to the side. “So, you’ve got a weapon, and you’ve got my phone. What’s your next move, Y/N? Are you gonna call for help? Are you gonna call Jason?” he taunts me viciously.

Still holding the weapon tightly, I quickly unlock Dick’s phone (password has always been my birthday, though I am quite surprised it hasn’t been changed to Wally’s) and I immediately call Jason.

“So, you ARE calling Jason? Well...I hate to tell you, sweetheart, but you’ve just made a big mistake.”

I ignore Dick and wait for Jason to answer. After the 4th ring, he answers.

“Do you have any idea what time it is, Dickface?! I’m tryin’ to fuckin’ sleep!” Jason snaps angrily.

“J-Jason?” I squeak out nervously.

“Yeah, and who the fuck is this? Why are you using my idiot brother’s phone?!”

I frown and exhale hard. “It’s me. It’s Y/N, Jason. Y/N Y/LN. You know...Y/S/N? I’m in the Batfamily with you and Dick! I-I’m even Dick’s girlfriend!” I cry out desperately. “You HAVE to remember me, please!”

Jason pauses on the phone. I begin to breathe hard and my tears fall against my will. My chest hurts so bad.

“I don’t know any Y/N or Y/S/N. So, do us both a favor and give my dickwad brother his phone back, or I’m gonna find you and shove that phone so far up your ass that you’ll be answering phone calls from collectors until you die!” Jason threatens savagely.

  “Jason, please...you have to remember me. I-I don’t know what to do and how to fix this. I need you. I need your help,” I cry harder. Choking back on tears and gasping for air, I don’t realize I lower the car tool to the ground. “I... I’m sorry, Jason. For the way I treated you. For the way I lied and wasn’t completely honest with you. But I need you now more than ever. Please...please help me.”

There’s another pause on the phone. I hold my breath and stare at Dick with wide eyes and an open mouth, until I hear her.

Isabel.

“Jason, who’s on the phone? It’s late. Come back to bed. I’m cold and I need you,” Isabel says loud enough for me to hear her.

“I’ll be back in just a second, cupcake,” Jason kindly calls out.

I bite my bottom lip hard to where I know it’ll bleed.

“I’m sorry, but I don’t know you. I can’t...remember you. And I’m sorry about that,” Jason says quietly into the phone.

It’s as if my heart stops. My hand releases the phone and it falls to the ground without a sound. My world is suddenly silent, dark, and numb.

Just like Dick wanted.

He approaches me quietly and he puts two hands on my shoulders to get my attention.

“Oh, Y/N, Y/N, Y/N... I tried to warn you not to do that. But you had to learn the hard way, huh, baby? You know, you’re not the only one with lies and secrets. You wanna hear one right now?” Dick asks as he pulls my body closer to his. “I didn’t offer Isabel money. I didn’t have Raven brainwash her. No. No, I did something far worse than that.”

I hear Dick speaking, but there’s no willpower or urge to do anything but listen.

“Mad Hatter.”

 My heart races at the thought of Mad Hatter torturing and brainwashing Jason to believe and do whatever Dick tells him to.

“I had Mad Hatter assist me into making Jason not have any free will. So, now...Jason is exactly who he should be. A human without a brain. The perfect example for a perfect soldier,” Dick continues to explain.

I want to scream at Dick.

I want to fight Dick.

I want to cry.

I want to escape.

But no... I stay where I am because I can’t move. I failed.

 I failed Jason.

I failed the Batfamily.

I failed my friends, the league, and Wally.

I failed myself.

And worse of all, I failed Dick.

“Just face it, Y/N. I don’t have Wally, and I’m doing fine without him because I don’t need him. You don’t need Jason either. But all we need is each other, and we’ll be perfect,” Dick says proudly and squeezes my shoulders comfortably. “It’s just you and me. Two broken souls who only have each other. And we’re gonna be fine. I promise you that, baby.”

I want to argue.

I want to cry for help.

I want to sew myself shut from the world.

But I don’t.

Because I can’t.

“Now, get down on those pretty knees because you still owe me, baby,” Dick demands and pulls down his sweatpants and boxers in one go. He pulls out his hardened length and strokes himself while looking at me. “Drop down on those knees, sweetheart.”

I fall to my knees as I’m told to do. They hurt from the harsh impact, but it doesn’t last too long since everything in me and around me is nothing.

Empty.

Numbness.

I feel absolutely nothing.

Sitting up on my knees, Dick brings his hard cock to my lips. I look up at him and see he’s just as numb as I am, except he’s blinded by anger and hostility.

And I’m blinded by despair and defeat.

Dick wraps a handful of my hair in a tight grip. I wet my lips before I lick up his precum, making Dick moan and tremble violently. He forces my head back to make eye contact with me.

“Suck me good, sweetheart,” Dick breathes out hard. He snarls before he gets a tighter grip on my hair. “Show me how much you hate me, and I’ll show you how much I hate you.”

And then I suck Dick’s cock roughly and harshly, just like he did to me in the bathroom earlier.

But neither of us realized that Dick’s cell phone was still on.

The phone call with Jason never ended.

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SCORCHED

A little JayRoman fic that i just  now whipped up while bored as fuck lol

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"I'm still wonderin' just where in the fuck you got those god damned things from.” Roy's words are knifelike, however at the slice of it’s blow to my gut, out rushed butterflies, contrary to blood.

Fuck him. Pinpointing just what’s not vital at this very moment.

"Always had'em," I insist, housing the twin mamba pistols, gleaming in decadence, back into their holsters at each thigh. . .. . . And yeah; they are in fact new. And no; I didn't buy them. 

Yes, i’m a fuckin' liar, sue me; I’ve been called worse. On the other hand, the actual truth reaches a hand far deeper into my organs then anyone needs to be groping there greedy fingers within, sloppy in movement, scuttling after answers that I'm beyond sure the owner of such a prying hand will come to anguish.

"Nah," Roy presses, slinging himself across a couch here in the drearily lighted safe house that we've together taken up refuge in somewhere North East of Gotham City, " I know all’ov your artillery dude. That shit's new. And looks hella posh. Did I miss yer birthday or somethin' ? " He cracks open a beer, guzzling it down while those jade eyes pierce through me from above the can. God damn him. I carelessly knock into his bow and arrows causing him to sputter his alcohol and run to their salvation, whining about how I could be 'such a fucking bully' however it gets him to shut the fuck up on the former topic under fire; and that was my only intention.

Nobody. 

Nobody needs to know about the gifts. 

What started out as a game has me now roped in pretty heavily, but, I’m a damn sucker for fucking with Roman's upper story, what can I say ?? I can be a mother fucking flirt when I wanna be (while not quite as sophisticated in the art as Dick Grayson himself) I've picked up a few logistics on how to score a man's desires...I mean,at least: the murderous type; how to score the desires of a man who wants to lacerate my spine as well as fuck me into the nearest floorboard. And it was all just a game. I swear it was. The thorns in my side enjoyed toying with the temper of a well-bred villain who's tasted blood soaked daggers, and known the Godlike fever of electing a fatal gasp from an parched lung. I liked the twisted smirk of his face from under that obscene leather mask. I liked the tangled intrigue of his body language. I relished how I held him in the palm of my hand; just another man eating whatever slop from the filthy bowl I threw at the floor for him to gobble up. 

That shit made me feel potent, dominant, I ain't gonna lie.

It had been upon entering my apartment one afternoon that I found a giant box on my coffee table, looking out of place amongst overall brown and black furnishings; this bright box done up in all red. With a scoff I checked it for explosives before revealing it’s contents to find a Gold-Inlaid Colt Model 1849 Pocket Revolver. . .this shit sells for 1.1 Million. . .and it was with that knowledge that I’d been keen on knowing just who the sender of such an item had been.

I’d doubled over laughing.

So, it went on this way for a while. The times Roman and I would happen to ‘chance upon one another’ or fall into a breakneck fight beneath dark Gotham skies, I always played up the immodest tart card. Teasing. Leading. And he followed the trail; come a few short days later I'd be rewarded a gift. This became something of a cycle. Something routine. Just, expected, yanno ?

Up until one drunken night I found the presents piling up around me to be annoying as all fuck in their gleaming elegence.

I wasn't a cheap prize to be won, some sodden part of my brain manifested this notion that then exploded into me breaking into Roman's estate and cursing for him to take every damned gift back, because, and I quote " I ain't your god damned slut mother fucker " more or less slurred.

There had been a beat of silence between us then. A beat. Just a beat. Before I was grabbed. Picked up. And I fucking cringe to say that that shit had me near to begging for him. Not many men that I've been with could pick me up, they never had the musculature and we’d always end up in missionary. But there I fucking was...being suddenly ripped piece by piece by Roman himself. Broken open.

 The callous scratch of the wall leaving red reminders trailed into the skin of my back, a surface I’d arched myself into as if to arch away. A part of me wanted that wall to swallow me whole, make me dissipate from here because I was feeling too much all at once. I didn't understand anything past our flirtatious banter. Didn't know the whimpered cries and wet moans coming from deep within my chest, nor the hands holding tight to the broad shoulders of this man who kept me blanketed in a hot rapture that not even Heaven it's self could muster the courage to match, and maybe that’s because this damned brute in a leather mask is the Devil; breathing into me all 7 Deadly Sin's at once, making burn within my esophagus a startling realization that all this time I may have been his fucking puppet whereas I thought it the other way around.....his fucking puppet now his fucking fuck toy.

I honestly can’t say how I made it back to my apartment. Last thing I recalled was being spent, slung over Roman's shoulder, then waking up in my own bed alone. Nevertheless, the scratches and metallic taste of blood were a clear reminder of the night we’d shared.

And upon that night, all that which I’d once known had been laid to rest.

Costly weaponry turned into expensive clothing. Expensive clothes turned into rare jewels. Jewels turned into a sports car, a sports car turned to a motorcycle....and my dumbass accepted it all, while discovering in me some sick, dark sort of amusement with each tiding.

Dick registered right away something was off with me, the depth in his blue eyes said it all as he took in my abrupt departure in fashion choice and of transportation. "I'm just doin' a bit better is all," I'd told him and he arched a brow while saying, "Look, I think I know what's up. But, only because I've been there myself. And let me just tell you that it's not worth it." I had scoffed, watching him walk away. Leave it to Dick to be the OG Sugar Baby of the BatFam. Somethin told me that Bruce was the supplier of his every need and hunger, but I refused to dive any deeper into that and left. In fact, I've stayed clear of Wayne Manor for quite some time. Refusing team ups, partnerships, and or pursuits having anything to do with Batman.

When it comes to Kori, she likes to dote on all that I've been given. On her own she unearthed the jewels I kept hidden away and tried them on for herself, twirling in the mirror and laughing while telling me, "Whomever this mystery man is has quite the taste," with a fancy wink. I'm shocked she didn't mention it at all to Roy--

---which is where we are now, currently in my safe house as I watch Roy check on his bow for scuff marks and pout over at me, grabbing back up his abandoned beer can. "I still say that someone bought you those pistols. It ain't your usual style, there too expensive seeming--"

"You callin me cheap ? Like i don't buy quality? " I ask a bit too defensively. Roy put his hands up . "No ! I'm just sayin...." his eyes squint a bit. “I’m just sayin that somethin's up with you man, an’ I got a bad feelin' about it."

I shrug, going to cleaning the mamba pistols of any blood tracked back from our earlier run in with a Mafia Boss and his little posse; which gets me thinking about Roman; the heated sting of his fingers, the scorch of those gloves everywhere they touched. And they never leave, those gloves. they stay on. Not because he chooses it, but because I demand it. I admit to being a bit of a masochist In the same way that I’m a bit of a liar A bit of a manipulator while also being the manipulated A bit damaged A bit taken for granted And with sense enough to know that Roman and I are destined to crash and burn But I’ve already burned once before, so;

     what's one more go around gonna hurt ?

[bakubabes-tatakae]

The Demon’s Keeper (Part Three)

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(Rin Okumura x Reader)

Summary: Rin Okumura is a hot headed demon who is hard to keep under control, only one person seems to be able to do it better than anyone, Y/N. For that, she’ll be known at the Demon’s Keeper, but what exactly does that entail for them?

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Part One, Part Two: *NSFW Ahead!*

Part Three:

Rin rolled over and wrapped his arm around my waist the next morning. He raised his head to look at the alarm clock to see the time and noticed there was a piece of paper sitting on it. He slowly stood up and my attempts to pull him back into bed were to no avail. He grabbed the paper and started reading it. He walked over to the window with it “Man that’s cold.”

My attention peaked with that so I sat up to look at him. “What cold?”

He lifted the bottom of his shirt, scratching his stomach, the small happy trail he had peeking out. “Yukio left, he couldn’t even wake us up and say goodbye in person.” Rin turned to stare back out the window when he stepped back a little. I stood up from the bed and walked over, noticing myself as well. There were small black things flying through the air, they looked like little black blobs with eyes and tails. “What’s that?”

I buried my face in Rin’s back. “I’ve never seen anything like that before.” Rin grabbed his sweatshirt and jeans, throwing them on while I did the same. We ran down the stairs of the monastery and out the door, spinning around. 

Rin couldn’t believe his eyes. “What the hell are these bugs?” They were everywhere, but when people were walking around in front of the monastery they didn’t even seem to notice them. 

“Why is no one else reacting to them Rin?” We both walked to the edge of the property and watched. “I don’t understand why no one else is seeing them.”

As we watched the small bug like creatures we heard a voice coming from down the sidewalk. “Okumura, my friend.” As we both looked over we noticed who it was. The kid that was shooting birds a couple days earlier was coming straight for us. “Do you have a second?”

Rin stared at him, growling some, not sure what he should do. They taunted him, his lackeys speaking next. “What’s the matter Okumura? You turn chicken on us? Don’t tell me you want to run away and hide behind your daddy. Or is your girlfriend going to save your ass this time?”

I tried to step forward and give them all a piece of my mind, but as I got in front of Rin he grabbed my arm and pulled me back to him, wrapping his arm around my neck and growling at them more. “Let’s go.”

The group of guys started walking, looking for a deserted place for us to talk. As we followed I spoke to Rin quietly. “You shouldn’t be doing this Rin. What’s Shiro going to say? You’re supposed to be grounded, remember?”

“I’m not worried about the old man. This needs to be done.” He was growing angrier by the second, something I knew was never good when it came to Rin, but now that I learned more about him, I was afraid of what could happen.

When we all entered the alleyway the leader spoke to us. “Sorry about the other day, my hand just slipped, you know? Anyway, I wanna know how much you want.”

We were both puzzled now. “What?” Rin kept one hand behind me on my belt loop and the other in his pocket of his jeans. 

“My parents are somewhat famous you see. And as for me, I’m about to enroll in True Cross Academy. So I don’t want any unsavory rumors about me floating around.”

“You mean you’re going to the same prestigious school as Yukio? I see your problem.”

The boy laughed. “Now you got it. Consider it hush money, I’m buying your silence. You just have to keep this episode between you and me, and that girl too.”

Rin’s grip on my belt loop tightened. If anyone was protective of the people he cared about it was Rin Okumura. “Hah, you threw me for a curve there. Keep your money, I won’t tell.” He took his hand out of his pocket and grabbed another one of my belt loops with it, turning me around. “We’ve got a lot of things to do.” He pushed me forward, our queue to leave. 

The boy was getting enraged. He laughed in annoyance. “Just take the money. Everyone knows you’re so damn poor that you can’t even get into school without help.” Rin stopped walking and turned around. The boy was standing with a bill in his hand. “Take the money. That brother of yours, Yukio is his name? The only way he got into that school was by cramming like hell and getting a scholarship. Isn’t that right? I feel for you. Use this to help pay his tui-”

Before I could grab Rin to stop him he was running at the boy, cutting off his sentence with a punch to the jaw. As the boy hit the ground Rin spoke through his teeth. “Scumbag, you can say what you want about me, but never diss my family.”

The boy turned back at us, hollering. “Man that hurt. I wouldn’t try my luck if I were you!” When he turned back to us he had sharp fangs and his face had changed some. The black bugs that were flying around started to circle him. Horns started to sprout from his head and like in some horror movie his nails started to change into claws. 

Rin grabbed onto me and pushed me behind him. “I don’t know what’s happening, but stay behind me.” He stood more at attention and watched the boy, waiting for his next move. “If I tell you to run, you run.”

One of the boys with him ran behind Rin and grabbed onto me, the other two grabbing onto Rin and slamming him onto the ground, face first. I fought and fought against the boy, but he was so much bigger than me. Rin struggled under them. “RIN!” 

Rin struggled more. “Get your hands off her!” He tried to lift his arms to fight back. “If you hurt her so help me god. It’ll be the last thing that you do.

The boy grabbed a metal rod from a barrel that was on fire. The rod was red as he stepped toward Rin. “An eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth. I’m going to give you back twice the pain you caused me.”

I fought more. “Leave him alone!”

One of the guys with him seemed a little unsure about what he was about to do. “Woah, come on. You don’t really want to-”

Before he could continue speaking the young boy kicked him in the face, sending him flying backwards. “Shut up!” He knelt down and grabbed Rin by the hair, lifting his head. “Now where would you like me to burn you?”

I tried to bite the person holding me. “Stop it!” I could hear the panic in my own voice. “Rin! What do I do?”

“Your nose, your mouth, or perhaps your eyes.” He lifted his head and turned it so he could look at me. “And once I’m done with you I’m going to make you watch as I do the same to your little girlfriend.” The boy wasn’t human, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing or hearing. “A human barbeque!” He laughed manically. 

Rin started screaming. “GET AWAY!” The flames that surrounded the metal rod turned blue, just like the furnace had in the monastery. They grew so large that they blew all of the men around him away. Rin slowly stood up and walked toward the boy holding onto me. The boy shoved me forward as hard as he could and I stopped myself from falling. When I looked back up at Rin he was surrounded by blue flames. All of the boys ran off except for that one that had been taunting us. 

The young boy’s voice changed, it was almost demonic now. “Those blue flames are proof you are the true son of Satan.” Rin looked over quickly at him. He stepped toward me, but I pulled away some. Rin remembered the flames surrounding him and turned his body to completely cover me. “I was right.” The boy walked in front of Rin. “My name is Astaroth.” He reached his hand out. “Come with me, my young prince. Lord Satan has long awaited you.”

Rin wasn’t moving anymore. He just looked scared. “Satan has?”

A voice from behind us caught our attention. “Evil is in their hearts.” We both turned to see Shiro walking down the alleyway. I had never ever been happier to see him. “Oh lord, give to them according to their works and wickedness of their inventions. According to the works of their hands render unto them their reward.” Was Shiro going to exorcise this kid? “Thou shalt destroy them, thou shalt not build them up.”

The young boy grew agitated. “Curse those words! Damn you exorcist!”

Shiro smiled at him. “Blessed be the lord.” 

“I’ll rip that mouth of yours apart, so you can never mutter such filth again!” The boy turned his attention from him to Shiro and started running for him. 

Shiro didn’t even falter. “He hath heard my supplication.” The young man reached him and swung for him, Shiro dodged no problem. “The lord is my helper.” Shiro grabbed his arm and flipped the boy onto the ground on his back. “And my protector. Thou shalt perish.” The young boy started screaming and black smoke came pouring out of his mouth. The boy became unconscious and Shiro dropped him, looking at Rin and I. “Are you two alright?”

Rin’s flames subsided and I crawled over to him. Rin reached out a hand and helped me stand up. “Forget us, is that guy going to be alright?” He pointed toward the boy on the ground. 

“I exorcised the demon that had possessed him. He’ll come to in a moment.”

“Demon?”

“You guys can see them now, too. Can’t you?”

Rin looked around at the bugs and then back at Shiro. “All of these?”

“They’re called Coal Tars. They’re attracted to damp places and introverted humans.” Shiro looked at both of us with concerned eyes. “This world is made up of two dimensions joined as one, like a mirror. One is the material world that we live in, it’s called Assiah. The other is Gahenna, an empty realm inhabited by demons. Normally there can not be any contact between these two diverse dimensions, nevermind any travel between them, but having possessed all material substances in this world, demons are now intruding upon it.” 

Rin moved closer to me and grabbed my hand, he could tell how high my anxiety was in the moment. “What’s all that mean?”

“Thanks to this uproar they’ve learned of your awakening. Demons of all species will come after you for all sorts of reasons.” Shiro looked over at me. “Y/N, do you remember what we talked about the other day.” I nodded at him. “You must hide before that comes to pass.”

“Hold on,” Rin was so confused he was getting angry. “What are you saying? What demons? And what the hell do you mean by awakening?” He started yelling. “Just what the hell am I anyway?”

“You are not a human being Rin,” Rin grabbed my hand tighter, hurting it. “You are the son of a demon, born by a human.” Shiro grabbed both of our arms and started walking. “And now just any demon. The demon of all demons. You are… the offspring of Satan.”

Rin stopped walking and stared with his eyes wide at Shiro. Shiro let go of our arms and turned again. Rin didn’t move. I walked behind him and put my hands on his waist, pushing him forward, trying to get him to snap out of it. “We don’t have time for this Rin, we have to get moving.” He slowly started to walk. “We have to get out of here, snap out of it!”

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Part Four, Part Five, Part Six

Updated: 5/12/2020

[allie-and-her-fandoms]

The Days Spent With You

A/N: Hey guys! I am back with some good stuff. This fic was written in order to celebrate the Fairy Tail Reverse Bang hosted by @ftguildevents, featuring our favorite Fire Dragon Slayer and his Dragon dad. For this fic, I had the honor to be partnered up with the amazing @jinx13gxa, whose gorgeous fanart you can see right HERE! Without any further ado, enjoy (or endure)!

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The pearl moonlight was dancing around the buildings of Hargeon, as the people wandering on the streets were bathing underneath it. Every breath, every step, every move of theirs was slow, their scents mixed in the sea of life drowning the city. The aroma of the carpet of flowers and perfectly riped fruits was intertwined with that of the freshly burned incense, melting through the air as the seconds went by.

But there was one certain scent that caught the attention of a pink-haired young man, whose neck snapped when his nose picked up the redolence that reminded him of the past, the first home he remembered, and the one father figure he searched for years.

Natsu’s footsteps quickened, and he shortly found himself sprinting among people and uttering brief apologies, as he kept sniffing the air for the one fragrance that picked up his nostrils moments ago.

“It’s you… I know it’s you… I finally found you…” he panted, as the trail lead him closer to the owner of the scent.

When he finally found the owner, his eyes widened. The appearance of the one in front of him was conflicting to the memories he held of Igneel, but Natsu’s eyes were analyzing the man he has been chasing.

A golden slim crown with a ruby in the middle was adorning his head, and garnet hair was kept in a high messy ponytail. But the one detail that caught the attention of the pink-haired boy was the reverse cross-shaped scar above the right eye, rupturing the tanned skin of his objective. It was him.

“Igneel!” Natsu yelled, taking frantic steps towards the individual, who got startled by hearing the name. The man’s eyes opened wide as he spotted ruffled pink hair and a white scale-like scarf. It was him. Without thinking further, he then opened up his arms, waiting to hold his son. Natsu found himself increasing the pace at the sight.

As soon as he got in front of the man, Natsu halted for a split second, and then jumped into the open arms of his foster father, which then drew him closer.

“You have grown so much,” Igneel’s harsh voice retorted.

“Well, I had to keep up with you,” Natsu grinned, finally breaking away from Igneel’s embrace. The latter found himself roaring of amusement, slamming Natsu’s back and making him take a step further.

“I see you’re still as strong as I remember,” Natsu remarked, straightening his back.

“I am a dragon, after all. We can’t not be strong,” Igneel grinned, catching a glimpse of Natsu’s forming frown. “What happened?”

“You are a dragon, but… how did you become a human? Can all dragons do that? How long can you stay like this?” Natsu questioned him, the frown on the Dragon Slayer’s face deepening. Igneel let out a loud sigh.

“I see you have forgotten about this. How about I refresh your memory while we get something nice to eat? I am so famished, I could eat a mountain!” he replied, as Natsu nodded and led the way to his favorite restaurant, their mingled voices filling up the silence of the night.

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“And everyone is really strong! They might look like a bunch of crazy people from the outside, but they’re all nice people,” Natsu concluded his description of his guildmates, as he bit into a huge chunk of meat, tilting his head backwards and ripping a piece of it. Igneel chuckled, as he followed suit with his own dinner.

“Understandable. Your comrades do sound like quite a piece of work. But as long as they are strong, they will be alright.”

“Yeah…” Natsu’s bites became slower, a frown leaving its shadow on his face.

“Natsu, are you alright?”

“Huh? Oh yeah, I’m perfectly fine, Igneel. It’s just…” his words stopped. Igneel put his hand on Natsu’s shoulders and gripped it softly; one of the ways his father would tell him “It’s alright, you know you can tell me,” without using words.

“I just can’t believe I finally found you after all these 7 years. You really are here,” Natsu’s last words came out as a whisper.

“I feel the same way,” Igneel replied. “I do not understand exactly the way we got separated, but right now, all that matters is that I finally found you again,” he continued, smiles tracing his and Natsu’s faces. “We will recover the days that we lost being apart.”

“That’s right, Igneel. You know what, how about we fight right now? My comrades are strong, but so am I right now,” Natsu grinned, as he flexed his right arm, his left hand gripping his bicep.

“Let’s not do it in a restaurant. Besides, we will have plenty of time to spar after we get to your place.”“Alright, fine. But you promise we get to fight when we arrive in Magnolia?” Natsu asked, his hopeful eyes fixing Igneel.

“As much as you want. I really want to see how strong you’ve become myself,” the Fire Dragon King nodded, earning a smile from his son.

After the bill got paid (Igneel ended up paying, as Natsu didn’t have enough Jewels at him, much to the Dragon’s chagrin), the two of them headed towards the exit, laughing side by side and being engulfed by the blinding light outside as the door opened.

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Natsu woke up with a jolt so strong, he fell from his hammock where he fell asleep a few hours ago, after another successful training session with Happy. His dream seemed so real… By instinct, his hand found its way to the scarf resting around his neck, and rested it on top of the white scales adorning the precious memento, occasionally brushing his fingers against them. What a nice dream it was…

Natsu then stood up, noticed that Happy was still sound asleep after their training, and left the hut that he shared with his Exceed friend. His feet carried him to the edge of the cliff, where he sat down so he could see the whole city. The December snow had covered Magnolia with a generous layer, the light of the moon reflecting on the freshly fallen white mirror. And once again, Natsu’s mind began wandering at the thought of the one he called his dad, recollections circulating across his memory.

(Flashbacks)

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“Dad! Dad! Look, I wrote something for miss Anna’s birthday!” a tiny Natsu yelled towards his dragon father figure, an enormous grin lighting up his face.

“Oh? Let me read that…” Igneel tilted his head down to read the words better. “What in the word did you just write?” his voice boomed, as shock and frustration started veiling his face.

“What do you mean? I wrote ‘Happy Birthday, Anna!’; isn’t it amazing?!” Natsu puffed, as the words ‘Hippy Had Ray Banana’ formed minuscule trenches in the mud.

“It’s all wrong! Try that again!”

“What is wrong with it?! I spelled everything just fine!” the tiny Dragon Slayer shrieked, confronting his father’s condenscending glare.

“You spelled nothing well! Again!” Igneel roared, as he puffed in front of Natsu’s face, sending a cloud of steam his way.

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“Dad! Look what I learned to do today!” Natsu beamed, waving both his hands towards Igneel, who was about to land on the top of the rocky canyon.

“Oh?” Curiosity now adorned Igneel’s face, his eyes now fixed on Natsu.

“Look! Fire Dragon’s Talons!” Natsu yelled, as his flaming right foot made contact with a boulder about his own size, turning it into a pile of pebbles of various sizes. “How did you like that?”

“It’s pretty good, if you wanna kick some rascal’s butt,” Igneel replied, earning a look of dismay from the pink-haired boy.

“EEEEEH?! Well, how about this?!” Natsu ran towards a boulder twice the size of the one he had crushed moments ago, as he lashed out at it, his fiery right fist in the air. “Fire Dragon’s Iron Fist!” The impact caused the massive stone to crack in the place his fist met its uneven surface, followed by a wince. “Ow, ow, ow! You stupid boulder! You’re gonna pay for this!” Natsu jumped in pain, shaking his hurting fist. Seconds later, he was landing fists and kicks randomly, leaving minuscule fissures behind.

“You’re doing this all wrong; when you try to land a hit on something, you have to focus on one point, and one point only. Somewhere your opponent isn’t as tough. Like this,” Igneel explained, Natsu’s expressions reflecting the focus he was showing towards his dad. They both headed towards a 20-meter-tall rock. “Fire Dragon’s Iron Fist!” The roar of the Fire Dragon King resounded through the sky, his fist gifting the massive boulder the form of a pebble rain.

“Amazing!” Natsu beamed, his eyes following now the falling drops of rock. “Yush! I’m gonna train even harder, so I’ll be able to crush boulders as big as you, Dad!” he rocked on his heels, his left fist raising to pierce the azure lying above them.

Igneel’s boisterous laugh filled up the skies, as his scaled hand ruffled Natsu’s rose hair, followed by the boy’s own chuckles. “I know you will, Natsu. I know you will.”

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Quick pants broke the silence of the night, as Natsu jolted out of his minuscule bed, trying to recover himself from the images that his brain projected in his sleep. Shortly after, he saw Igneel sniff the air quickly for a few times, open his eyes and turn his head towards him.

“Nightmare?” he asked, a shade of worry covering the tone of his voice.

Natsu nodded. “I saw… a huge fire. And then… people… started screaming. And then… they were all gone… behind the flames.” Natsu shared his nightmare, his tiny body and voice trembling at the rememberance of the horrid images.

“Come here, then,” Igneel patted the ground next to him with the back of one of his claws, as Natsu quickly crawled his way to his father, leaning his head against Igneel’s scarlet scales. After a few seconds of unyielded silence, Igneel shattered it. “Natsu, wanna see a tiny trick?”

Natsu nodded frantically, an enormous grin lighting up his face. When he saw Natsu’s frenetic response, Igneel chuckled, and let out a hoarse whisper, unintelligible words filling the black above them. He then clapped his fingers, gold sparkles falling in a gentle golden rain. After that, the dragon let out a miniature version of his mighty roar towards the sparkles, turning them into flame figures, from mere fireballs, to majestic fire flowers, whipping the air around them.

“Now you won’t have those nasty nightmares again. As long as you remember these flames, they’ll never disturb you again,” Igneel explained, and Natsu nodded, still mesmerized by the show he had witnessed. “Well now, I think it’s now time we went back to sleep. We have a big day ahead!” He let his head down and closed his eyes, but not before feeling a tiny body press itself against his arm, hearing a content sigh. Satisfied with the outcome, Igneel finally let sleep catch up to him, because he had made sure that Natsu wouldn’t have to be haunted by the ghosts of his past ever again.

(End of Flashbacks)

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As the moon shared its gentle light with the earth, Natsu’s eyes found their way to the celestial ball of light, waltzing alonside its petite shimmering companions on the dance floor of the lead-like sky. His fingers once again found themselves sliding against the ivory scales.

Waves of thoughts rose from the Dragon Slayer’s sea of thoughts. If he won the S-Class Exam, he would become an S-Class Mage. An S-Class Mage could take jobs on more interesting locations, filled with the perfume of the unknown. New places meant more people to meet and maybe, more clues leading to HIM.

Those waves ended up clashing against the cliff of reality however, as Happy announced it was dinner time. When asked what was wrong, Natsu’s only reply was “My time has finally come. I will become an S-Class Mage, no matter what,” earning an approving ‘Aye!’ from his partner.

“I promise you, I will become strong. And then I will find you, and show you everything I learned. Wait for me, Dad,” Natsu thought to himself, before he stood up and headed towards the place he called his home, reminiscing about the fire spectacle that shunned his nightmares all those years ago.

[kareofbears]

day 30: dusk

Hawaii is hot, beautiful, crowded, and decidedly not downtown Tokyo.

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(Or, the Hawaii school trip rewritten.)

He's about to leave his hotel room when his phone starts ringing. Akira sighs, and swipes up.

"I said to call when you get there."

"Hello to you too, Futaba," Akira greets the pouting girl on the screen. "Sorry, things got busy."

"For five days!? Do you hate me?"

"I could never!" He exclaims, mock offended. "I just wanted to get you the perfect souvenir, unless you don't want the super cool Featherman stickers I saw in a gift shop—"

She gasps, pushing her face right up against the camera, screen blurring as she shakes her phone around. "You’re lying, Kurusu! There's no way you found the limited edition American Featherman laptop stickers there!"

"Mm, I'd be willing to cough it up, but only if an annoying brat is willing to forgive me."

"I forgive you, I forgive you!" She shrieks, eyes glimmering with excitement in a near dangerous way. "Okay, go have fun! Buy more of the stickers, too! I could sell them for big bucks in Japan."

"We are not ruining the merch economy, Futaba."

"You're no fun."

"I'm going now. Be good, you monster."

"Over my dead body would I ever do something good."

----

"That looks fun."

Makoto looks up from her place in the sand, a bucket in her hand. "It is. Would you like to join me?"

Akira nods, and sits beside her. He peers at her mediocre pile. There’s no design or meaning to it—It’s truly just a small mound of sand. "Is that supposed to be a sand castle?"

"Yes," she sighs. "I'm glad you can tell, at least. I've been trying to train myself to accept not being good at some things right away, so I decided to try and create a sandcastle; a task I've never practiced before."

"You never take a break, do you?"

"Well, I wouldn't exactly call this working," Makoto replies, filling her bucket with white sand. "Though how people create such tall sand castles are beyond me. How do they do it without some adhesive of some kind?" She then dumps the entire bucket onto her pile, grains sliding down as gravity takes hold. It settles back to its original, lackluster heap of sand. "Quite the predicament."

Akira stares at her. "Is that how you've been doing it this whole time?"

"Yes. Is something wrong?" She fills up another bucket of sand.

"Well—" Dump. "That's not...really how you do it."

She frowns. "I wish you'd told me that sooner, I've been working on this for fifteen minutes, and it would be a waste of time to—" Suddenly, a screaming child runs through her pile, flinging sand into both of their eyes.

After a solid minute of coughing and aggressive rubbing, Makoto turns to Akira. "A lesson would be excellent, thank you."

----

“Ooo, look at this one!” Ann exclaims, peering closely at massive, floral-themed sunglasses.

The two of them are strolling through the shopping district of their resort, pointing at random knick-knacks and giving their hot takes on them. To everyone’s surprise, Ann and Yusuke make excellent shopping partners; Yusuke is really the only one who can keep up with Ann’s insatiable need to shop, and he never butters up his response. In return, Ann listens closely to whatever advice he can give about aesthetics and color coding outfits.

“Tacky, but definitely in with the spirit of our island here,” he nods. “I think you should buy it. It will definitely bring some color into the dreariness of Tokyo.”

“You think?” Ann wears them, and looks in a mirror. “Not too much?”

“No, especially if you pair them with the blouse you bought in Shibuya.”

“The white one? Really?”

“Absolutely.”

“Alright,” Ann nods. “I trust you! But if Ryuji laughs at me, I will be throwing these at his head.”

“What on earth does he know about the art of aesthetics and fashion? Certainly not close to the knowledge that you and I possess, surely?”

Ann grins. “This is why you rock, Yusuke.”

“Thank you.”

They pay for her shades before continuing their stroll through the pavilion.

“Thanks for helping me out!” Ann says, basking in the sun. “Ever since Shiho moved, I don’t really feel like I have a friend who I can shop with. I mean, there’s Haru, or Makoto, or even Akira, but I feel like I bore them after a while.”

“My pleasure,” Yusuke replies, every step he takes deliberately putting himself underneath the shade. “I can see no better use of my schedule than practicing the art of color-coding in real time rather than in front of a canvas.”

She hums. “Are you gonna buy anything?”

“Oh, lord no,” he scoffs. “To spend my money on something such as souvenirs when I can hardly imagine paying for my next meal is laughable. No, I’m perfectly content with simply aiding you on your journey.”

Ann blinks at him, before gasping loudly. “I know, I know!” She whirls in front of Yusuke, clapping her hands together. “To thank you for always being with me on my shopping trips, how about I, Takamaki Ann, will buy you one thing in this entire shopping district, free of charge!”

Yusuke frowns. “I can’t possibly do that to you.”

“Sure you can! Think of it as a thank you for being my shopping best friend!” She grips his forearm tightly, eyes twinkling. “Come on, it’ll be fun! Please!”

Yusuke shifts in place, torn. “Only if you’re certain—”

“Heck yeah, I am! Let’s go!”

=

“How about a nice shirt?”

Yusuke tilts his head, holding an armful of fake coconuts. “I have a shirt back at home.”

“Yeah, but…okay, nevermind.” Ann sighs. Shopping for Yusuke is turning out to be a headache. Every time she offers something, he always seems to find a reason not to get it.

“Oo, how about a hat?” She says, showing him a very cheesy red hat with the word ‘Aloha’ written on the top.

“I’m not a fan of hats. To restrict the brain would be to restrict the mind.”

Ann holds back a groan. She wishes Akira were here—his mental alignment with Yusuke is miles better than hers. “Sorry, Yusuke, I’m out of ideas.”

“That’s quite alright,” Yusuke smiles. “I do have to thank you for the offer--” He stops, eyes zoning in on something behind her. “My goodness,” he whispers, before running.

“Wh-what? Wait up!”

Yusuke lifts a massive tiki head, mouth agape. “It’s brilliant…” he mutters, gently brushing the wood with his thumb. “Look at the intricate carving, the colors, the size!” He gasps, before turning to her desperately, still clutching his artifact. “Ann. I need it.”

Ann opens her mouth, before closing it, teeth clacking together. It’s better not to question Yusuke, and she has to wonder why she even tried to offer something normal to him when, in reality, he’s anything but. “Sure thing.”

They walk out of the store five minutes later, Ann’s shades still perched on top of her head and Yusuke happily carrying a 3 foot tiki head.

----

Akira's sitting underneath the shade of an umbrella when Haru decides to visit.

"Hello, there."

He looks up, sunglasses darkening the figure in front of him. She’s wearing her bright teal swimsuit with a large, white sun hat on her head. "Wanna join?" he asks, patting the sand beside him.

"I'd love to," she replies, settling down beside him. "What are you doing?"

"Making sure Ryuji doesn't drown." At her inquisitive look, he continues, "He's been trying to surf for the past twenty minutes."

"Ah, I see. Are you not interested in joining?"

"Not a fan of getting in water if I can help it. You?"

"I prefer to enjoy the sun with some reading," she gestures to the book in her hands: Flowerpedia.

"I'm surprised you haven't read that one before."

"I have!" She smiles, and he mimics her in return. It's nice to see Haru happy despite all odds. "But I like to reread it when I can't actually garden. It still lets me feel as though I'm on the school rooftop this way."

"I'll let you get to it then."

Akira enjoys the sun as Haru flicks open her book. With the waves crashing, the winds blowing, and people around them laughing amongst themselves, it makes for a calming atmosphere.

After a few minutes, Haru looks up from her book. "Oh, would you look at that,” They both watch as Ryuji finally stands on his surfboard, knees shaking. His brow is furrowed in intense concentration, even more so than in group study sessions (which, in reality, doesn’t mean much). "He's doing quite well."

Akira raises his hands and cups it over his mouth. His voice turns high pitched, "Looking cool, Sakamoto-senpai!"

Ryuji looks up, eagerly looking to see which cute kouhai is calling his name before slipping off the board, submerging in water completely as his surfboard continues to ride the current without him.

Haru purses her lips, trying not to laugh. "Too cruel, Akira-kun."

"I think of it as ‘just right.’"

----

“Yo, Haru! Ann!”

The girls turn around to see Ryuji enthusiastically running towards them, a hand behind his back.

“Hello Ryuji-kun,” Haru smiles. “You seem happy.”

“You bet I am! Because, I, Sakamoto Ryuji,” he rips his hand up, showcasing a neon green frisbee. “Bought a motherfuckin’ frisbee! Oops, sorry Haru.”

“I told you, I don’t mind if you swear.”

“A frisbee?” Ann asks, skeptical. “You’re that excited over a piece of plastic?"

“Hey! Have you ever played frisbee on a beach? It’s fu-frick, ugh, whatever, it’s amazing! It tires you out like crazy and it’s super fun. Plus, there ain’t much places to throw a frisbee around in Tokyo, unless you wanna get hit by a car or something.” He grins widely, jumping in place. “So? How about it? Wanna play a few rounds?”

“Ugh, pass. Sounds lame."

“What?! I spent a crazy amount of money on this thing—screw gift shops by the way, they're monsters—and you’re gonna call it lame?”

“Don’t worry Ryuji-kun!” Haru says kindly. “I’d love to play frisbee with you”

“Aw, you’re a lifesaver!” Ryuji whoops. “Unlike this killjoy over here.”

Ann rolls her eyes. “Whatever. I’m meeting with Akira. Later, Haru.”

Ryuji and Haru separate a good few meters apart and begin to lightly throw the frisbee from each other.

“Would you like to have more distance between us?” Haru calls after a few minutes of tossing. “I’d hate to feel like I’m boring you.”

“Only if you want! Don’t wanna make you sweat or nothin’.”

“I want to!” Haru says, determined. “To learn a skill like proper throwing and the technicalities of a perfect aim is helpful in our endeavor!”

“Hell yeah, that’s the badass Haru I know! Okay, let’s get some distance in here.”

The two of them separate even further, to the point where they have to scream in order to have a conversation.

“Is this good?!” Haru yells, holding the frisbee in her hand.

“Totally!” Ryuji shouts back. “Throw it!”

Haru takes a deep breath, and throws the frisbee with all her might. Perhaps it was her passion for learning new things, or maybe it was simply because she really, really wanted it to reach Ryuji in a beautiful arc where it would land directly in his waiting hands—instead, the neon green frisbee that was lovingly bought with Ryuji's pocket money is flung, gliding into the ocean. They watch in silence as it floats, far and away, until it’s out of sight.

Ryuji does his best to go through the five stages of grief in as little time as possible.

Haru sprints towards him, apologies already bubbling from her lips, promising to buy him ten frisbees and ‘I'm so sorry I don't know what happened Ryuji-kun, come on let's go back to the gift shop.’ In the end, Ryuji successfully turns down her offer, opting instead that they split a banana split back in the hotel.

"I don't know what happened," Haru sighs, shoving strawberry ice cream in her mouth. "I must have thrown it much too hard, I'm—"

"If you say sorry again, I'm making you eat the banana."

She frowns. "Do you not like the banana part of a banana split?"

"Of course not, do I look like someone who likes fruits? Anyway, point is, stop apologizin'! No harm, no foul."

"You looked devastated, Ryuji-kun."

He waves it off. "That's fine. What do they say in English? C'est la vie?"

"I'm... pretty sure that's not English. But please, one last time, allow to me apologize—"

"What, for being too strong?" He asks, eyebrow quirking up. "Look, I know you're my senpai and all, but lemme say this." Ryuji scoops a spoonful of chocolate in his mouth before continuing. "Never apologize for being too strong, especially in a shi-crappy world like this, okay? Lotsa people wish they have what you have, and people who are strong seem to be doin' awesome! I mean, look at Ann—she can probably kick my ass!"

"But she wouldn't."

"She wouldn't," he shrugs. "Doesn't mean that she can't, though. Anyway, for the last time," he points his spoon at her seriously, dripping with melting ice cream. "It's chill. You’re strong and that's awesome. Probably from all the dirt you carry, or weeds you pull out, or something."

Haru giggles. "Thank you, Ryuji-kun."

"No prob! Hey, let's see if we can get away with fillin’ up an entire bowl with caramel sauce!"

"I don't think that's the best idea."

----

"Akiraaaaa~"

"Yes, Ann?"

She grins, donned in her bikini and proudly shoving her phone in his face. Her beach bag hangs off of her shoulders. "Photoshoot?"

He pretends to think about it. "Only if I get compensated."

"You'll get compensated through a movie when we get back?"

"Deal."

Ann chooses a nice, empty spot on the beach; a seemingly impossible task given that Hawaii is a magnet for tourists. "This place is perfect!"

"It is," he agrees. "Any particular angles you're feeling right now?"

"You know my good ones," Ann says, throwing her bag down. She'd dragged him to enough of her photoshoots that he can practically mimic them, in order, alongside her.

Akira nods, and they get to work. She gives him a variety of poses—playful, confident, flirty, and he tries his best to channel his inner Ohya and get the best shots possible (at least, enough for ‘the ‘Gram,’ as she would affectionately call it). At one point, Akira has his stomach against the sand to capture her angles, to the amusement of the people watching.

"Ooo, what a cameraman!" Ann calls, one leg in the air, mid-pose.

"Only the best for the next Vogue superstar."

She laughs, but abruptly stops when a rough, deep, unknown voice yells at them.

"Show us more, sweetheart!"

Ann makes eye contact with a massive bodybuilder, eyeing her. She giggles. "Only if you come here!"

Akira clenches his jaw as the man saunters over to her, clearly thrilled to have Ann's attention. "What's your name, honey?"

Ann smiles, leaning over, having the man salivating behind her. Then, she picks up her bag and slams it across the guy's jaw. "My name is eat shit, asshole!"

He stumbles back, shocked and clutching his jaw. "You're fucking crazy!" He spits out, backing away from her, before stomping in another direction.

Akira sits up, smiling, and puts his hand up to her. "Good one."

"Thanks!" She enthusiastically high-fives him. "Was it too much?"

"The ‘eat shit’ thing? No, it's pretty classy."

"Right? It really gets the message across!"

"You want more pictures?"

After a second, she answers, "Nah, I’m good. I am down for a selfie though."

He smiles, and they both throw bunny ears around each other, both grinning at the camera.

----

"You okay there?"

Yusuke groans, eyes closed, leaning his head back on the sofa. His hand absent-mindedly rubs his bloated stomach. The two of them are sitting alone in the hotel buffet lounge on a table that's too big for them. Everyone else had left already, too impatient to wait for Yusuke to finish. "I feel that death is approaching."

Akira grimaces in sympathy. "Was it before or after the third plate of fried squid?"

"Before." He sighs. "I am not accustomed to so much food being available to me that I may have been a tad too eager."

"I can see that," Akira pushes his glass of water towards his mildly green-looking friend. "Drink that when you can."

"Thank you, but if I attempt to put anything in my mouth right now..." he shivers. "I cannot imagine it."

"Wanna try walking it off?"

Yusuke considers it. "Yes, that would suffice."

Akira helps Yusuke up, not unlike helping an aging Saint Bernard stand, and together they make their way to the beach.

He breathes in deeply, smiling ever so slightly. "As always, a great decision, leader. I feel my insides cleansing with the salt of the ocean."

"Do you like the ocean?"

"Yes. In truth, this is only my second time going; the first being when we went in the summer," he hesitates, before admitting, "Sensei didn't like to take us places as it could have been a distraction from making art."

"That's weird," Akira says. "Since places and experiences can help you make art, can't it?"

"My thoughts exactly. Sensei seemed to have forgotten how art is truly created, instead remembering how art can be acquired," he looks to the ocean, eyes distant. "A shame, since the ocean truly is something remarkable that cannot be captured without seeing it in real life."

He takes in Yusuke's expression, the way he stares longingly at the sea, and asks, "Do you want to make art now?"

"I'd love to, but my canvases were taken away during customs," he grimaces. "A shame, since I had brought five as well. What a waste of good supplies."

Akira tugs on his fringe. "You know, sand is almost like a textured canvas, isn't it?" He traces a smiley face on the sand with his heel. "Check it out."

Yusuke blinks. "Yes, but then I won't be able to take it back with me. It would eventually be washed away, or stepped on, or—"

"Yeah but you're not doing this to put it in a gallery, aren't you?" Akira asks, smiling at Yusuke. "This is just so you have a way to make art and enjoy it."

His eyes widen, before Yusuke chuckles quietly. "You truly have an interesting mind, leader."

"You and me both."

"Alright!" Yusuke starts, clapping his hands together. "Allow me to make art, not for a museum, nor for any of these pedestrians, but for myself."

Akira watches Yusuke make intricate patterns on the white sand for forty minutes; true to his word, he was constantly interrupted by kids sprinting across his make-shift canvas, waves washing it away, and at one point someone had dropped their entire surfboard right in the middle of it all.

Yusuke steps back, and admires his work. It’s barely comprehensible—just a lot of swirls and lines, but he's smiling wider than Akira’s ever seen.

"What do you think?"

"Does it matter what I think?" Akira shrugs. "I thought you never liked making art for others' opinion."

"I'd be willing to say you're the exception."

He grins, and claps his hand on Yusuke’s shoulder. "If that's the case, then I'd say it's perfect."

----

"Three-on-three, girls against boys."

Haru puts her hand up politely. "Pardon the accusation Mako-chan, but it seems that the teams may be unfair to us girls. After all, the tallest of us is Ann, who's only 5'6."

"Nah," Ryuji shakes his head, pointing an accusatory finger at Makoto. "You weren't there when we went to the beach before. She spikes down on us, no problem. Fuckin' hurts to try and block her, too. If anything, girls’ll have the advantage here.”

"But don’t worry about them, either," Ann pipes up. "They'll have Akira on the team. He makes a great setter."

"Not to mention that Yusuke is literally 5'11," Akira points out, hand raised to block out the intense Hawaiian sun.

Ryuji looks at Yusuke, as if only now seeing his height. "Huh. Damn, you're tall, huh? Like a telephone post, or something."

"I'll take that as a compliment; without telephone posts, we cannot use telephones."

"Hell yeah, we can't!" he grins, despite Yusuke's lackluster response. "You'll earn us a ton of points dude!"

Yusuke smiles. "You can rely on me."

=

"Yusuke!" Ryuji wails, frustrated. "You can't just stand and put your arms up to block! You gotta jump! Like this!" He demonstrates. "You're just letting all her spikes in at this rate!"

"But," Yusuke frowns. "If I jump too much, I start to sweat."

"Then take off that goddamn hoodie!"

"Hmm, that's possible. However, too much sun isn't good for me. It makes me sweat."

Ryuji screams, and Akira pats his back.

The score is roughly 22 - 8, girls in the lead. Haru makes for a good setter with her steady hands, and Makoto has never hesitated about anything in her life, which both add up to a dangerous combo. On the other side of the net, the only reason they earned their meager set of points is from Akira's setter dumps. Anytime he tries to set to Ryuji, Ryuji gets so excited that he either misses the timing, or simply forgets to jump. Though, Ryuji is fantastic at receiving the ball, from his stamina and fast reflexes. Yusuke, however, refuses to receive any of Makoto's spikes, opting instead to tilt his body out of her line of fire.

"It's okay, Yusuke!" Haru calls encouragingly from the other side. "Volleyballs are pretty scary sometimes!"

"Thank you Haru, but I am truly unperturbed by the point gap."

"You should be!" Ryuji screeches.

"It's not just his fault, you idiot!" Ann yells back, all too happy to pick on Ryuji. "You're the one that can't run and jump at the same time!"

"Sh-shut up! You're letting Haru and Makoto do all the work!"

"That's way better than losing by fourteen points!"

“How long did it take you to do that mental math, Takamaki? Or did Makoto whisper the answer to you?”

“Which one of us got 29% on the last math practice exam, because it wasn’t me!”

"How about we grab food?" Makoto cuts in. "It's about that time, anyway."

"Food sounds good," Akira says quickly, eager to lower Ryuji’s blood pressure.

Yusuke nods, pleased. "Yes, I was just about famished, anyway."

"Akira told me you almost threw up."

"That was nearly two hours ago. Everything has been digested."

"I worry about you, Yusuke."

----

"Hey."

Akira turns around to see Ryuji kicking the ground, making tiny sand clouds with his flip flops. The sun is about to set soon, casting their chunk of Hawaiian beach in an ethereal golden glow. Thankfully, with the lack of heat, there are substantially less people wandering around, and it can almost be considered peaceful. Quiet, even.

"Hey, yourself."

Ryuji rubs the back of his neck, "I'm not really hungry yet. You?"

Akira feels himself smile. "Can't say that I am. Wanna walk?"

"Almost like you read my mind."

So they walk along the shoreline, flip flops in their hands as they talk, waves lapping at their feet as they laugh about nothing and everything, basking in the sunlight and in each other's company. Akira kicks sand at Ryuji's feet which led to him trying to push Akira into the waves, losing his balance, and falling into the ocean himself. After they both nearly cry with laughter, they both decided to take a break on a nearby bench.

"Man," Ryuji sighs, hair still wet with salt water. “Hawaii is nice as hell. Can’t find a beach like this in Japan, ya know?” Ryuji looks at the sunset in front of them wistfully. “Makes me wish my Ma could see it. She’s always wanted to visit warm places, but she’s always working, never got the time.” His eyes light up, “Maybe I could take a couple pictures! I bet she’d love that.”

“She would,” Akira agrees. In the few times he’s met Sakamoto-san, she’s a huge sentimental sweetheart who thinks the world of her son. “Want me to take some of you?”

Ryuji thinks about it. “How about let’s take one together? She’d be happy to have proof that I’m not just making shit up about having friends.”

“Sure thing.”

The two of them crowd around Ryuji’s phone, Akira smiling softly while Ryuji grins, throwing peace signs, snapping a photo, before pulling back again. “Aw, she’d love this!” He grins. “This ain’t actually half bad, either.”

“Send it to me,” Akira says, peering over his shoulder. “I’ve been needing a new background, anyway.”

Ryuji stares at Akira, ears red. “S-sure, dude.”

They watch the waves crash against the shore. "I can't believe today's our last day,” Ryuji sighs. “I feel like nothing even happened."

Akira hums, making mindless circles into the sand with the very tip of his toes. "Did you want something to happen?"

"I mean, nothing specific. All I know about Hawaii was that they had beaches and shit," he shifts slightly. "The one thing I actually wanted to happen was to hang out with you a whole bunch, and even then I feel like I didn't get that."

"Well, we're here now, aren't we?"

Ryuji looks up at Akira, and after a beat of silence, he laughs. "Yeah, I guess we are." He bumps shoulders with him, grinning. "Look at you, sayin' shit like that, thinking you're so cool."

"Oh, I am the coolest. Arguably, I'd say I'm the coolest guy around."

"Yeah, next to Mishima, maybe."

"You don't think I'm cool?"

"I didn't say that!"

"So you do think I'm cool?"

It might be the warm sun or the general heat of the island, but his face flushes a bright red. After a moment of spluttering, he mumbles, "I think you're cool as hell."

Akira blinks, completely caught off guard. He tries to say a joke, like hell can’t be cool, Ryuji, but his heart is hammering so hard that his body can’t seem to cooperate.

"Oh," Ryuji goes on, shoving his hands in his pockets. "I was looking through the gift shop for my Ma’s souvenir and I found something for you!"

He fishes out two small keychains; two flip flops, one left, one right. They're designed with a tacky Hawaiian print and coconuts all over. Ryuji hands one to Akira. "We could match, see?" He rubs the back of his neck again. "Thought it was neat cause if we both have one, it's like we're walking side by side! Or, you know, something like that." His flush deepens, spreading all the way down his neck and splitting his chest. "Or not, it's probably super lame and tacky, it only cost like, 4 dollars, which is like 40 yen, right? Anyway, my bad for ruining the mood—"

"I love it," Akira breathes.

Ryuji's eyes widen before he quickly turns away. "Cool, cool." He looks to the sunset, too overwhelmed to look at the boy next to him. "We should probably head back, yeah? Bet Yusuke and Ann are eating half the buffet by now."

Akira scoots closer, shoulder to shoulder with the boy beside him. "Then let them."

They sit there for a few more minutes, watching the sky slowly turn violet, matching keychains hanging loosely from their fingertips.