#only drew the 5*s cause my hand would fall off if I did the 4*s too

[soursoppi]

Who gets dibs on the chicken wing?

[stardustbarbarians]

Too Pretty For War

Chapter 8 (ch. 1 | ch. 2 | ch. 3 | ch. 4 | ch. 5 | ch. 6 | ch. 7 | ch. 9)

A Samuel Kiszka / fem!reader fic

Summary: The only way for Prince Sam to end a war is by marrying the enemy.

Tags: Prince!Sam, war, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers, angst

Trigger Warnings: blood, death, grief

A/N: Sorry this took so long! Finals are kicking my ass rn. Also this is a longer chapter so I needed to spend more time on it. Alright, enough about me, let's check in on Prince Sammy! (also sorry in advance...) As usual: this series is dedicated to @safety-sam.

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This cannot be happening

Samuel was rushed to the physician’s chambers immediately feeling a sense of numbness wash over him as his legs carried him down halls and staircases. He was vaguely aware that there was someone else with him as he traveled, but he hardly cared. 

When he entered the room where his father was housed he felt as if he could vomit. Lying brittle and broken on red stained sheets was the king, his skin pale as he raggedly drew breath. By his side were Daniel, Veronica, and the queen. Sam’s mother tightly gripped her husband’s hand between her own, tears flowing freely down her cheeks. She was still robed in black and now most likely would for the rest of her days. 

What finally snapped Samuel out of his stupor was his sister looking over at him, the pure shock and despair so palpable in her eyes. Veronica looked to him as if he had all the answers; she looked to him for guidance. The prince forced himself to get closer, his limbs shaking as he approached. He had never seen his father in this state before; he had never looked so human. 

“What happened?” Sam demanded, clearing his throat after his voice wavered. He found himself unable to look away from his father’s damaged visage, only ever seeing the king as an infallible titan until that very moment. 

“His majesty was trampled by his horse,” came the reply from the physician. He stood off to the side, blood - the king’s - coating his hands and clothing. A solemn expression adorned his face, something that struck fear into the prince’s heart. 

“What is there to be done about that?” 

A silence befell the room. Samuel had asked the question that was being avoided, everyone in fear of the answer. When the physician remained silent, his gaze casting away from the crowned prince, Sam was filled with fury. 

“I asked what is there to be done!” he roared at the physician, multiple people in the room flinching at his uncharacteristic outburst. 

It went unspoken, but Sam refused to believe it. Nothing could be done

“Sammy, enough!” the Athenian princess called, placing a hand on his chest and pushing him away from the physician. He allowed himself to be moved by his sister, adverse to his own behavior. 

“Samuel,” a weak voice wheezed, somehow commanding the room despite its lack of volume. The prince whipped his head in the direction of the voice, all fight leaving his body as he locked eyes with his father. The king was holding out his free hand with the intention that his son would take it. Sam did so, kneeling at the king’s side. 

“Father, I am here,” the son rushed, his eyes frantically scanning the king. Each breath he took was one that rattled, an arduous face permanently taking residence on the king. 

“My boy,” he began, his eyes finally focusing on the figure in front of him, “my last son.” 

It seemed that all prior negative feelings Samuel felt for his father vanished within him with that single sentence. The prince’s chest tightened as he continued to witness his father struggling to cling to his life. 

“I… I was… unkind… to you…” The king spoke each word between heaving breaths, his horses hooves having caved in part of his chest. 

Tears stung the prince’s eyes. His throat was beginning to close around itself like a fist, causing all his words to get caught in his throat. 

“I… apologize…” 

Samuel’s heart cracked within his chest, the tears finally falling down his cheeks. He spared a glance towards Daniel to find his best friend already looking in his direction, tears glittering in his eyes. Years ago, Sam had lamented to Daniel that the only time he would ever hear his father apologize for how he treated his youngest would be on his deathbed. They both remembered. 

That was what finally made it all real for the young prince. He was not ready. 

“Father…” Sam choked out, trying his hardest to keep all of his emotions at bay. He was experiencing so many at once it was hard to even label one of them. Sam was certain he would perish under the sheer weight of them all. 

“You… will do… great… things…” His voice was growing weaker by the second. 

Samuel made the mistake of glancing down at his father’s bandages. Once mostly white, they were now fully crimson. 

“I am… proud… to call you… my son…” the king’s grip on his son’s hand tightened just enough that Sam was able to feel the extra pressure, a tear slipping out of the corner of his eye as he gazed upon his youngest, “...my swan…” 

A choked sob painfully escaped Sam’s throat. He had wanted to hear his father speak those words to him for his entire life. He found himself unwilling to hear them, just wanting his father alive instead. 

When his father’s grip went limp in Samuel’s hand, that was when he knew his father’s shade had left its mortal ties of flesh and bone. Sam did not have to look into the king’s glassy, lifeless eyes to know that he had left this mortal coil. Pressing his hands clasped around his father’s to his forehead, Sam pinched his eyes shut as he silently sobbed. There was no sound in the room, the air still as it allowed the prince the space to grieve. Sam felt every pair of eyes on him as he fell apart at the seams, unable to stop his tears as they cascaded down his face. 

“Samuel,” his mother gently called, a hand laid on his back soon after, “you must allow Veronica and I tend to your father.” 

Letting out one last shaky breath, the prince dropped his father’s hand and stood. He used the back of his hand to clear his face of his tears, backing away from the king’s body but never removing his gaze from it. He had to collect himself, he was acting foolish. Internally, he steeled himself. He felt himself fall back onto all of his lessons on how to conduct himself as a royal; it felt like an ill-fitting sandal. 

“Take your time with his preparations. I shall arrange for his procession this evening,” Sam delegated, his voice monotone and level as he forcefully shut off all his emotions. 

After he spoke, the prince turned on his heel and left the physician’s ward. His mother and sister were in charge of preparing the body - bathing it, anointing it, and dressing it - as was the women’s job in line with tradition. Samuel meant to stick to his word and plan his father’s funeral procession, however it would not come to be. 

As soon as he crossed the threshold of his chambers, the forgotten sword attached to his hip caught on one of the decorative vases by the door and shattered onto the floor. The prince gazed down upon the broken sherds, some of the pieces still wobbling from the force of the fall. Orange and black ceramic peered back up at him, slowly but surely becoming blurrier as the seconds passed. With a trembling hand, he reached down and cradled one of the larger pieces in his palm. Wet spots began appearing on the orange clay, Samuel barely able to see them through his blurred vision. 

As violent and sudden as an earthquake, rage swept through Sam’s veins. His hand clenched around the broken piece of pottery, his fist trembling under the sheer force of his grip. He could feel the sherd break the skin of his palm as warm blood trickled down from his hand onto his inner forearm, but he cared not. The only thing that occupied his mind were theories that he had been cursed by the gods as an infant. Hades cursed him with the gift of death and Apollo that of prophecy. The two gods worked in tandem to torture him with visions of his relations dying only for them to come to fruition days later for their own sick entertainment. 

Sam wanted to break things. He wanted nothing more than for everything within sight to  be shattered by his hands. The prince had gotten within a hair’s breadth away from unsheathing his sword and striking at every item in view, but then he released the broken potter from his grasp. He watched it clatter onto the white floor, drops of his blood splattering alongside it. 

All of the fury and fight he harbored in his veins dissipated and suddenly there was nothing to keep him upright. Samuel sank to the floor, his jaw clenched in an effort to contain his wails of lamentation. All at once, the crushing weight of grief fell upon him as everything within the past month and a half culminated. No, not just the past month. The past thirteen years. 

That was how the princess found Samuel: on his knees before a broken vase as he distraughtly lamented. 

“Your highness?” she timidly asked, knocking lightly on the ajar door. 

The prince startled, whipping his head in the direction of his wife standing in the door. She looked entirely uncomfortable, her face pinched together in what could have been disgust or sympathy, but mainly confusion. 

“If you are here to celebrate the death of the king, I ask you find another location to do so. I simply have no energy to entertain your musings at the moment,” he expressed, sniffling as he attempted to wipe his tears. 

There was a silence as Princess Y/N grappled to find the words for her next sentence. Sam saw her brow furrow as she pondered. “You misunderstand me. I sought your attention with the intention of offering my assistance with the king’s burial.” 

Immense guilt crashed into him, his blood turning cool. All she wanted to do was help and Sam insinuated she had come to rub salt in his wounds. The prince bowed his head in shame, hot tears burning his eyes. “Apologies…” 

“Do you… wish to discuss it?” 

Sam’s first instinct was to turn her away, to remove her from sight and grieve in solitude, but he then was reminded of a moment not long ago where the roles were reversed. She had not refused his company, he needed to extend that same courtesy. He nodded slowly. The princess took that as her cue to fully enter his chamber, shutting the door behind her. She kneeled down directly in front of her husband, making herself comfortable. 

Silence filled the air, both individuals anticipating the other to speak first. Finally, the prince broke, unable to handle the uncomfortable air. 

“I apologize for my unkemptness. I know not why I cry so; I never won my father’s favor nor he won mine,” Samuel explained, his gaze flicking back and forth between his bleeding hand and the princess. 

“It matters not whether you were close, he was your father. It is normal to grieve his loss whether you won his favor or not,” Princess Y/N delicately explained. Samuel was left feeling surprised, not expecting her kindness. But the way that she spoke… 

“You say that as if you know.” 

This earned a scoff from his wife, but not a malicious one. “My father still breathes. However, I may as well be dead in his eyes.” 

She would not look Sam in the eyes, rather she gazed out of the open balcony door. Suddenly, it made sense to the prince. She had snapped at him that day due to her past with her father. She could not believe her family missed her as she had no past experience to suggest such a thing. 

“Nothing you ever accomplished was grand enough, correct?” 

That made Princess Y/N look at her husband. She regarded him with a skeptical look, gauging whether or not he was attempting to be rude. “No. And my siblings were always the standard to be compared to, despite faults of their own.” 

Memories of that exact scenario surfaced in Samuel’s mind, jealousy and guilt joining alongside the memories. 

“I was never meant to be in line for the throne, something my father made certain to remind me of often,” the prince admitted, tucking his hair behind his ear. 

“Joshua was the firstborn, I remember him,” her voice was so timid, once again avoiding Sam’s gaze, “he was lively and incredibly kind.” 

Sam forcefully bit back his anger, tired of being furious all the time. “It is hard to forget him, even outside of his death causing the war.” 

It went silent between the two once again, the air tense as so much was left unspoken. Over a decade of bloodshed weighed heavily upon the two royals. They both wished to discuss the conflict, but both feared the response of the other. 

Once again, Samuel was the one to break. “I believe I will always resent my father for using Josh’s death to beat the drums of war. Jake, Ronnie and I all begged him to not invade, but he would not listen. ‘It is what Joshua would have wanted,’ he claimed, but he could not have been farther from the truth. Josh wanted peace and he made that clear from the start.” 

The prince hung his head, feeling his throat beginning to close up the longer he spoke of his brother. 

“He was meant to be king. Athens would have flourished under him,” Sam could not refrain from shooting a glance at his wife, “had he not been poisoned.” 

“I know that what I say will fall upon deaf ears, but Sparta never wanted war. We only train all of our citizens in combat on the chance of invasion as a defensive measure. We held that feast thirteen years ago in the hopes that Sparta and Athens could strike new trade agreements, not spark war. It was not us who poisoned your brother,” the princess passionately explained. She was right, Sam wanted not to hear about it, but she spoke with such conviction that Sam had no choice but to ponder her words. 

“Say I believe you, do you expect me to believe he keeled over from nothing?” 

“Jacob was present as well, yes? If removing your line of succession was our goal, why would we spare the next directly in line when he was in our midst?” Her point was a strong one. It caused Samuel to call into question the intentions of his near life-long enemies. 

“When Joshua died, what was being served? What food was there?” 

Confused by the question, the princess wracked her mind attempting to search for the answer. “I would guess what we usually server at feasts: lamb, wine, apricots-” 

Instantly, Samuel felt his body run cold. The lives of thousands upon thousands of men had been lost over a simple mistake. All of that blood spilled was caused by a small miscommunication. 

“It was the apricots. They are poisonous to only him, but you had no way of knowing such knowledge,” Sam informed, his tone haunted by the immense guilt he felt. 

He recalled a time when he was young when his big brother picked an apricot off a tree as they were playing outside, taking a bite of it and becoming red in the face. Jacob was able to rush his puffy and swollen twin to the physician, the medical professional informing Josh to stay away from the fruit. Curiously, Jake was able to consume the fruit just fine, much to Josh’s chagrin. 

“It… It was all a lie.” 

They all died for nothing 

“Samuel, listen to me. You cannot change the past and there is no good in dwelling in it. You yourself single-handedly ended the war and that is what you should focus on,” the princess sternly informed, taking her husband’s head between her hands. 

Sam was frozen. He did not know how he should conduct himself after such support from a person who allegedly despised him. 

“I will never understand you,” Sam claimed after wrapping his hands around her wrists and gently lowering them. 

“Why do you say such a thing?” If Sam did not know any better, he would have claimed she had been hurt by such a comment. 

“The first night we met, you professed you wanted nothing to do with ending the war. ‘You are the one who wishes for peace, not I’ were the exact words you spoke. And yet here you sit praising me for bringing peace. I am failing to comprehend your motives.” 

The princess sighed, her gaze casting away from Samuel’s. She tugged her hands away from the prince’s grasp, tucking her hair behind her ear. 

“I spouted such notions because I was furious at all things pertaining to your kingdom… as well as you. You uprooted me from my home and family and expected me to go along with your every plan; I was frightened,” she quietly explained. 

Sam saw her in a different light, seeing a small scared girl instead of the hardened and brave warrior princess he had only ever seen before. 

“War… war is all I have ever known. Ever since I was a girl, I have trained to be a warrior. The idea of living in a world where I did not have that seemed… Well, it seemed unimaginable. I was hostile and I lashed out at you unfairly; I apologize.” She had looked Samuel directly in the eyes after speaking. The prince was struck by her sincerity, held in place by the intensity of her stare. He believed her apology. 

“I believe I owe you one as well. I should have been more accommodating towards you,” Samuel admitted, hanging his head. 

After a moment of silence between the two, Princess Y/N broke the silence for the first time. “I have a proposition: let us begin again.” 

The prince looked at her extended hand she meant for him to shake. Giving her his best attempt at a smile - given the fact he had just finished sobbing - he grabbed her hand. 

“It’s an accord.” 

Princess Y/N returned the smile. She soon got to her feet, readjusting her clothing. She once again offered her husband a hand, pulling him effortlessly to his feet. 

“Let us go, Samuel. We have plans to arrange.” She clapped him on the back in a friendly manner. Sam laughed at the action, suddenly not feeling so alone. 

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[chokiipng]

Hay fever : Genshin various

a/n : suffering from seasonal allergies isn't fun . so instead of trying to do school work, i'm gonna write hcs to make myself feel better

character(s) : Xiao, Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Childe contents : fluff with a bit of crack (my specialty) + : reader has really bad seasonal allergies

Xiao :

he doesn't really understand tbh

he plays it off as a common cold at first and entrusts you with Verr, much to her annoyance. he didn't realize the true severity of the situation until a week had passed.

he's heard of seasonal allergies before, so it's not like he was entirely clueless, he just didn't know how to go about treating it.

because of this, he turned into a big ball of concern for the entirety of spring

he asked everyone he could for help, even that ginger haired harbinger (to which he had no clue since he basically lives on an iceberg)

this also happened to peek Zhongli's interest, who then took him to Bubu pharmacy to learn more. it took Xiao about 5 different interrogations to actually visit Bubu, he cursed himself internally for not checking there in the first place

of course, Baizhu laughed it off and informed the both of them on how allergies work, how they're triggered, and how to prevent/soothe them

if you sneezed/sniffled, he was immediately by your side with a tissue and some water. itchy eyes, he had a small bottle of eyedrops for you courtesy of Dr. Baizhu and Qiqi

it was amusing to say the least, watching a feared Yaksha running around frantically in order to soothe your allergies

of course, he soon picked up that it was because you went outside every goddamn day to complete commissions and to pick flowers for who knows who (Qiqi, you often found yourself picking herbs with her because who could say no to that face?)

he legit locked you in your room at Wangshuu Inn and did your commissions for you. he didn't want you in any pain, so he stayed with you when he finished all of his tasks

he didn't isolate you though, but if he takes you out he makes sure you take your allergy medicine (given by Qiqi, ty bby) and that you have a mask on

Diluc :

he never really experienced hay fever, but he knows the gist of it

he's heard stories of it from customers of the Angel's Share and was immensely grateful to the Archons for blessing him with immunity to seasonal allergies

but he wasn't prepared to catch you practically sneezing your guts out one morning

Diluc drops everything, much to Adelinde's horror, and orders for a box of tissues and water immediately. he whips out the blankets from under the couch that he knew you hid and props you on some pillows he fluffed in a panicked rush

the maids watch with a nervous chuckle as he runs around the mansion, completely forgetting about his shift at the Angel's Share and his nightly heroic duties

as soon as he calms down from the initial shock of how hard allergies hit you, he asks you how your feeling and if he can do anything

the next day he asks Donna (who stutters at his mere presence), who mind you is an employee at the Floral Whisper, since Flora isn't there herself about hay fever. he figured that people who worked at a flower shop would know about allergies caused by the pollen produced by flowers

he brings back medicine that you've been instructed to take daily as to lessen the affects of your allergies

despite his day duties, he offers to take up your daily commissions during the days you are physically unable to do them or just does them of his own volition

he trusts that the maids will take care of you in his stead

in the mean time, you're allowed to roam the city as you wish, but that's about it. he threatened Lawrence and Swan that they would feel the wrath of retribution if you stepped foot outside the city

Mondstadt was a land of eternal springtime, there was no way in hell he was letting you out of the city without his supervision

while all of this may be a bit much, he makes sure to let you know that this is just him caring for you. he doesn't want to seem overbearing and trusts that you know what's happening to your body and how to treat it

Kaeya :

he laughs at your demise

what did you expect ?

but he really is worrying on the inside

he makes sure to check in with Barbara just to make sure that you're not suffering from a lethal disease

once he knows that they're just seasonal allergies, (almost) all his worries subside and he sighs of relief

he notifies Jean beforehand (but sometimes forgets), he works considerably less during the time of your allergies since he doesn't really trust anyone else to take care of you

he also doesn't drink as much, surprising, he knows

he refrains from bringing you flowers as he usually does and instead spoils you with unnecessary affection

Kaeya doesn't worry as much since he puts faith in you that you know what's going on in your body. since they're seasonal allergies, he realizes that you must've gone through this before and know how to treat it

since you can't really cure it, you just act more cautious in the outdoors

he often accompanies you on your daily commissions and such, just to be sure that your okay. he takes over the moment you pause to sneeze or itch your nose even once

aside from this, he's the other reason why your allergies are unbearable

once they're all done and over, he teases you relentlessly about how reliant you were on him when in reality it was him doing your tasks of his own volition rather than you asking him. you told him several times that you could handle it, but he persisted nonetheless

he's more reasonable during your hay fever, and despite his unnecessary comments, you find it endearing

Albedo :

he is among the few men who are actually calm during the situation, but since when is he not?

he probably already has a remedy for you that greatly lessens the affect of your allergies

but even without it, he trusts that you know how to handle it

the only factor in here that would cause chaos-

is Klee

once Klee hears you sneeze all hell breaks loose in Albedo's workspace

she runs around everywhere looking for tissues and then ends up bringing Mondstadt's entire supply, which you and Albedo laugh nervously at

once Klee calms down, you explain the bare minimum of hay fever, which she manages to understand

while he has faith that you can treat it yourself, Albedo still recommends that you stay inside more rather than going out exploring and looking for chests, to which you sheepishly comply

Jean cannot thank you enough when it comes to Klee's behavior during this season, as Klee tends to spend more time at home with you and Albedo once you finish your commissions so that "you don't feel lonely!"

she even drew you a picture to show how much she cared!

if you can't sleep at night because of your allergies, Albedo (who is probably still up working) will gladly allow you to indulge in his studies or to just simply read with you until you fall asleep

he too is also happy that you managed to tame Klee

Childe :

this man has no idea what the fuck hay fever is

need I remind you that he grew up in the land of perpetual winter, hay fever doesn't even exist to him. unlike everyone else, he hasn't even heard of the concept

so when you hold a finger up during your weekly sparring, he pauses with a curious tilt of his head

he screams in horror as you sneeze out all of your bodily fluids not once, not twice, but three times

Childe calls off the spar and cradles you in your arms as if you're about to die

it's until he rushes you to Baizhu in a panicked frenzy that he realizes that its...a fever?

now Baizhu is a patient man, he had to raise a zombie child who basically loses her memory each time she wakes up and wields a sword/cryo abilities

but he was getting tired of Childe's endless questions quick.

Childe shrieks as the normally passive pharmacist slams his hands down on the counter with a sickeningly sweet smile

he ceases in his questions, apologizes for bothering him, and races back to the Northland Bank in a cold sweat

it takes you explaining it in a calm voice for him to finally understand it

and he takes this very seriously

while he knows that it's seasonal and that you've gone through it before, he can't help but worry for you

he coddles you, and he doesn't relent even if you tell him

he slaps a mask on you, takes away your fighting privileges, and even order his subordinates to keep an eye on you at all times

that is if he's not already

he clings

he's attached to you

he just wants you to feel better, and you appreciate it, but it can get a little too much sometimes

and while you do tell him this, the same situation happens every year when spring comes around and there's nothing you can do to stop it. Baizhu can't catch a break from the rowdy harbinger

[bakuwhoabro]

cold like ice, warm like fire. > inatodo

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"Now as you know, you are here to get your provisional licenses, but we know you guys are just kids and you need a break every now and then. So we are allowing you to roam free at the location we're headed to." Gang Orca explained loudly as everyone loaded onto the bus. 

Todoroki, as well as Bakugou,  climbed into the usual monotone bus, both curious to where they would be going today. 

"Where do you think they are taking us, Fellas?" Camie, a student from Shiketsu High School, flung her arm the multi-colored haired male's right shoulder. Todoroki glanced at the girl, unfazed by her friendliness. They both had been taking these classes alongside each other and she was more than happy to make new friends. She also seemed to have some sort of crush on him as well. While she was a beautiful girl, he didn't have the same feelings. She was a good friend though. He did mention this to her after many attempts for his number, which she understood. "We can still be great friends!", she had grinned and said. 

"I don't know. They always surprise us." Todoroki replied honestly. 

"Hm, I hope it's a spa! But that's just wishful thinking, fam." The girl laughed before removing her arm as she moved a few seats over to sit beside her friend, Inasa Yoarashi, another student from Shiketsu. Todoroki wasn't sure how he felt about Inasa. He was definitely nice and friendly, much like Camie. He and Todoroki didn't get along at first, them both failing the Provisional License Exam because of it. But now that they had more time to talk and hang out, they seem to be good friends. 

"Todoroki! Over here!" The taller male waved excitedly. Todoroki looked to Bakugou, who had his earphones in and was ignoring everyone. Bakugou seemed fine to be left on his own. He nodded and waited for the bus to stop momentarily before moving down about 5 seats. 

"Hello." 

"Good Morning! How'd you sleep?" Inasa asked immediately, like always. He always seemed concerned if Todoroki was sleeping and eating okay. Which confused him, but it wasn't doing him any harm to answer. 

"I slept fine. Though Sero, a fellow classmate who dorms next to me, was playing music pretty late. He has an interesting music taste." 

"Ah, yeah. I understand how that feels. My older brother likes to play loud music at night. I usually just wear earplugs. And if it's really loud, I'll just play my own music and wear headphones." 

"Hm." 

"So uh," Inasa cleared his throat, glancing to Camie who was typing on her phone, then back to Todoroki. "Well, I was thinking maybe we could hang out today at wherever they are taking us. Ya' know, we do the classes together and stuff but we've never really hung out, as uh friends." 

Todoroki thought over his offer. He was right, they had never hung out outside of the classes. They did live a good distance away from each other. And only saw each other a few times a week. Camie had given his number to Inasa, which was interesting. Inasa could have just asked him. Camie claimed he was too afraid to ask. People did tend to be intimidated by him at first. So they did text from to time. 

"Sure, why not." He replied, which made Inasa smile widely. 

"Awesome! This is going to be so fun!" Todoroki looked to the hand that had been placed on his left shoulder, an eyebrow raised. It took a second for Inasa to realize. And as he did, he quickly removed his hand. 

"I'm s-sorry! Please forgive me, I should have asked if that was okay!" 

Todoroki furrowed his brows slightly, why was he so distraught? It was just his shoulder. It's not like Inasa held his hand or anything. Not that Todoroki had imagined that ever happening. 

"It's fine. I just wasn't expecting it is all." 

"Whew! Okay. I'll keep my hands to myself." Inasa even went as far as to clamp his hands together on his lap, like it was a struggle for him. Which confused Todoroki even more. That was a common emotion that he felt around Inasa. He wasn't sure if it was a good or bad thing. 

"Alright. We've arrived. Be sure to be on your behavior. And maybe we'll consider doing this again. Walk off the bus in an orderly fashion." Gang Orca instructed. They did as instructed, walking off the bus slowly. Todoroki looked around the area once his feet hit the ground. He noticed a building in front of them, Masutafu Area Ice Rink. They took them to an ice skating rink.

"The fuck is this? Ice Skating?" Bakugou looked up to the building, clearly unsure of the whole situation. Todoroki wondered how Bakugou would be on the ice. Maybe he could take a picture to show Kirishima and the other students. 

"It seems to be so." Was all he said before the Shiketsu students walked off the bus.

'Whoa! Ice Skating, cool!" Inasa gasped once he noticed the words on the building.

"Hm, I've never been. I've always wanted to go. This is lit." Camie started to walk towards the building, leading the way for the Shiketsu and U.A students. 

Once inside, the teachers got everyone accounted for and told them to get their skates. Bakugou stalked behind him, Inasa and Camie. He seemed very wary of the rink beside them. Oh, this would be fun. Finally, something Bakugou wasn't great at. 

"What size are you, Todoroki?" 

Todoroki coughed, apparently choking on air. "Uh, size?" 

"For the skates?" Inasa seemed confused. Oh right, the skates. 

"Size 7." Todoroki watched as Inasa informed the person manning the skates. And he took the pair Inasa was handing to him with a quiet 'Thank you'. He walked over to the benches and sat to slip on the skates. What was up with him? He suddenly felt nervous to hang out with Inasa today. There was no way he could bail, and he didn't want too. He just felt, off suddenly. This feeling wasn't new though. It came randomly, like when Inasa came to close or said something questionable. He would be fine. Plus, he loved Ice Skating. He'd make makeshift ice rinks at his home on the small pond the owned. He skated with his siblings, and even his father recently. 

"Are you ready? I'm super excited. I think I've been skating once, like when I was young. So this will be really fun! How about you, Todoroki?" Inasa walked up beside him, extra tall due to the skates. 

"I skate at home, I use my quirk to make mini ice rinks from time to time. So I guess I would say I'm somewhat experienced." He explained while wobbling to his feet. He saw out of the corner of his eye that Inasa moved to help him, but drew his hands back with a pinched expression. It looked like he was silently scolding himself. 

"Let's go." Todoroki nodded towards the half door that led to the ice. He could feel the ghost of a smile appear on his face, he wondered if Inasa noticed. 

He stepped onto the ice, doing a little spin gracefully. Yeah, he definitely missed this. To his right was Bakugou, who looked like a baby deer learning to walk. He was gripping onto the wall like if he let go he would die. Camie was doing figure eights basically around the blond male. That angered him, but Camie just laughed and went to grab his arm. She seemed to be helping him. Todoroki placed his phone back into his pocket, he'd keep that picture for later. Possible blackmail. Who knows? 

"Whoa! That's slippery! More than I thought." Inasa had one foot placed on the ice, left hand holding onto the wall, right hovering in the air in front of him. Todoroki watched as he slowly moved his other foot to the ice as well as his right hand to the wall. He seemed new to the ice, which was to be expected if he only skated once in his life. 

"Do you need help?" He asked, skating over to him with ease. Inasa seemed amazed with how smoothly he was moving, which he said aloud. 

"Ah, it's nothing. I've just been skating for years. But, I could teach you. If you like." 

"Really? I'd love that! I want to skate as good as you! Teach me your ways!" Inasa grinned but it wavered when Todoroki grabbed his left hand. "W-wait? You're going to hold my hand?" 

"I mean, I don't have too. But it could help you balance." Todoroki replied, unaware of the flustered mess beside him. Inasa looked at his hand, then the ice, then at him, then back at his hand. He seemed to be working something out in his head. 

"Okay. That's fine." He said as he breathed out. Todoroki nodded and grabbed his hand. 

"Alright, now. Just move like you are walking to start out. And when you feel comfortable you can start to slide your feet." He moved beside Inasa slowly, still pretty close to the wall. He didn't mind though. He let Inasa take his time. And soon enough, they started to move a little faster. 

"See, you're getting it." Todoroki smiled. Inasa laughed as he moved across the ice with slight ease. 

"You're a good teacher! This is so fun! Thank you, Shoto." Inasa halted his movements abruptly, causing himself to slip. And his grip on Todoroki's hand tightened, proceeding to take him down with him. Todoroki yelped as he landed onto the cold ice, his left hand landing on Inasa's chest. He felt his heart racing. Was he okay?

"Are you hurt?" Todoroki questioned, sitting up and rubbing his head. 

"Oh god, this is a nightmare." He heard Inasa whisper. He just breathed a laugh. 

"It's just a fall, Inasa. It happens all the time." 

"No no, not just the fall. I called you...Shoto." Inasa had his arm thrown over his face, which unknown to Todoroki, was covering a blush. 

Oh, he had done that. For some reason, it went right over his head at the time. But now he felt his face warm, a huge contrast to the freezing ground beneath him. Not many people called him by his first name. And he...didn't mind that Inasa addressed him like that. 

So he just stood up and held out his hand, nudging the male slightly with his foot. "You know what, I prefer you call me Shoto from now own." 

Inasa looked up to him, a now noticeable red hue danced on his cheeks. It suited him, he thought. Todoroki ignored the fuzzy feeling in his stomach as that thought came and passed. It didn't mean anything. Probably. Inasa took his hand gratefully and found his footing. 

"Now I think your pick caught the ice, explaining the fall. Be careful not to move your foot down like that. You'll trip." He even moved his foot in the motion that showed Inasa how not to position his foot. He didn't want Inasa to hurt himself. 

"Yeah, the pick! Okay! I won't do that again. Could you show me how to stop correctly?" 

He obliged and showed him the right way to stop, and Inasa copied. He was a fast learner. And for the rest of the time they had left, they did laps around the rink. It even got to the point where Inasa didn't need help. But for some reason, his hand never left Todoroki's. And he didn't mind at all. 

But their fun came to an end as Gang Orca called for them rather loudly. They all got off the ice, Bakugou even going as far as to flip off the ice. He didn't get it as quickly as Inasa did. Camie seemed to be a natural. She was doing many tricks that took some people months to learn.

Skates were returned and legs were starting to ache from the workout. They all fumbled onto the bus and laid out on the seats. This time Todoroki sat beside Inasa, who was chatting about some app on his phone. 

"See here? You tap the bowls to feed the cats. And you collect them in a way. It's called 'Neko Atsume'. Since you said you liked cats, I found some cat-related games you might like." Inasa held his phone in between them. Todoroki reached out to tap the phone screen, 'feeding' the cats. He felt himself smile. He knew he would spend countless hours on this game. 

"There you go! You're great at his game." Inasa grinned up at him. Todoroki returned it, Inasa was 100% right. He loved cats. 

As they neared U.A, Inasa sat up a little straighter. "Uh! Shoto? Could we maybe do this again, outside of classes? Let's say this weekend?" 

Todoroki eyed the boy. He was asking him to hang out this weekend. That same red hue was prominent on his cheeks. Todoroki was now more confident in his thoughts. He found Inasa's red cheeks adorable, almost as adorable as cats. He wasn't sure what that meant. But he was willing to find out. 

"Sure. I'll text you later and we can figure out the details." He nodded, his bag now on his back and he was leaving the bus. 

"Cool! Awesome! I'll see you this weekend!" He smiled widely. 

"It's a date." Todoroki winked before exiting the bus. His heart raced as he watched the bus start to drive away. He could hear the shocked exclamations from Inasa to Camie from an open window.

"He said it was a date! Holy--!" Just a taste of what was to come for Camie. Camie squealed and congratulated him. That's how the rest of their week would go. 

"You have a date? Since when did people find you attractive?" Bakugou snickered. Todoroki just rolled his eyes and shoved his shoulder. 

"I would keep quiet if I were you. I have pictures of you from today." He grinned when he heard Bakugou start to sputter. 

"You wouldn't dare Half and Half!" He called after Todoroki as he walked into the dorm building. Little did Bakugou know that Todoroki 'accidentally' sent the picture to the class group chat.

As he drifted to sleep that night, his mind lingered on Inasa. He fell asleep, heart warm. He had a date. A date with Inasa of all people. But he couldn't be happier.

[withcolebrock]

Lover of Mine~chapter 9

Lover of Mine~5 seconds of summer

Masterlist

Warnings: swearing, alcohol, aaangst

Word Count: 2,028

Author’s Note: however mike is depicted in this series is not how I believe he treats women, only for the sake of the series. I think this is my favorite part alongside the next one. also this is super dramatic but like isn’t all angst heheheheh I hope you enjoy it! This is my Gif!!!

It was late after the final football game of their senior year. A large group of kids from the band got together to hang out. A few drinks were being passed around but Colby and Y/N were the only ones who weren’t drinking. Since they had agreed to be the designated drivers.

“Okay, okay, I got this app thing-” Nate slurred as he fell down onto the couch beside Colby.  Colby laughed as he patted Nate’s shoulder, helping him sit up slightly. “It’s like truth or dare, but like it already has the questions and stuff,” he explained while he pulled open the app.

“Let’s do it,” Sam cheered while he looked over to Valerie beside him. She smiled up towards him while taking a sip of her drink.

“Okay, okay, Colby truth or dare,” Nate turned his head towards him, holding out his phone. Colby shook his head as he pressed, truth, “Boring,” he drew out his words as he brought his phone towards him. Nate’s eyes widened as he bursted into laughter, “Actually this-this is good.”

“Dude, fucking read it out,” Sam ranted as he leaned forward resting his arms onto his legs.

“Alright, Colby, name one person in this room who you want to kiss, one hundred percent honesty here dude,” Nate lightly elbowed Colby repeatedly while reading out the questions. The room falls silent as they process the question before everyone starts to laugh. Colby laughs nervously as he avoids meeting anyone’s eye.

Everyone in the room starts to tease Colby as he stalls for a while. He glances towards Y/N and lets out a long dramatic sigh, “I guess I would kiss Y/N because she’s the only single girl here,” he shrugged his shoulders. Y/N slumps into the couch as she fights off a smile. Her eyes widened as she stared towards Colby. Everyone starts to ooo while they all look towards her.

“Interesting,” Sam’s word fell slowly as he squinted his eyes towards Colby.

“Alright, Y/N you should go next,” Nate said excitedly as he walked towards her. He held out his phone towards her, she pressed dare. He smiled as he watched the dare load. “Bro, no fucking way,” Nate said excitedly. He held the phone towards Colby, Colby rolled his eyes as he read the words.

“Oh god what is it?” she said nervously. Nate continued to laugh as he leaned his head back against the couch.

“It says make up a dare,” Nate said through fits of laughter. Colby covered his face in his hands. Everyone in the room shifts their gaze towards Y/N, “I dare you to kiss Colby!” he said dramatically. Her mouth fell open to try to protest but she couldn’t find any words.

“And none of that kiss and run away bullshit,” Sam explained while laughing. Y/N covers her face in her hands while she lets out a laugh. She takes in a shaky breath as she stands up confidently.

“Let’s get this over with,” she whispered. She walks over to Colby, adjusting her shirt. He lifts his head from his hands, noticing her walking towards him. His eyes widened while his cheeks flushed red almost instantly.

Nate’s mouth drops open as his eyes widened. Her lips curled up slightly as she leaned down towards Colby. His gaze lowered to her lips, her eyes looking down to his. She rested her hand onto his cheek as she leaned in. She pressed her lips against his, parting her lips slightly at the touch. He shuts his eyes as he kisses her back. She melts into the kiss, forgetting the people in the room.

Nate was the first one to start cheering, “Aye, let’s go!!” Hearing Nate’s voice pulled her from her brief trance. Y/N pulls away from Colby’s lips, openig her eyes slowly. She looks Colby up and down before she walks back to her spot. Colby pressed his lips together as he looked away from the group. She sat down, feeling her heartbeat out of her chest. She looked over towards Valerie sitting beside her, widening her eyes.

~~~

She smoothed her hand along the bed as she found a comfortable position on the bed. She tried to find the perfect pose to show Mike when he walked into the room. She brushed her fingers through her hair as she waited for him. It was taking longer than she thought it was going to take, she reached across the bed for her phone. Bringing her phone to her face, her bedroom door was swung open.

She jumps slightly as she sees Mike enter the room. He stopped short as he looked over her body. She places her phone down onto her bed while looking towards Mike. “We need to talk,” his voice fell flat as he ran his hand through his hair.

“I’m in very expensive red lingerie and you want to talk?” she said while she walked towards him slowly. He clenched his jaw as he looked into her eyes.

“Put some clothes on, we need to talk,” he said, pushing past her. He sat down on the small chair on the other end of the room. She huffed as she walked over to her closet, throwing on one of her own merch hoodies. She pulled down the hoodie, slightly seeing how long it was.

“What do you need to talk about?” she said annoyed as she sat down onto the bed. She took a hold of a pillow and held into her lap. Her lips fell into a small frown as she looked towards him.

“I overheard something downstairs and I need to ask you about it,” he said, while he looked over her features. She shook her head slightly while looking into Mike’s eyes. “Colby told Sam that he’s in love with you,” he said simply, he stared towards her, studying her features intently. Her eyes widened slightly as the words fell from his lips. Her mouth turned upward, it was barely noticeable. She slowly straightened her body.

“Are you sure he said that?” she asked, her words were shaky as she spoke. Mike nodded. “Uh, okay and what about it?”

“That’s all you have to say?” He was frustrated with her. He didn’t understand why she wouldn’t make a bigger deal out of it. Her mouth fell open as her eyes looked him up and down.

“What do you want me to say, Mike?” she huffed as she threw her hands up in defense. He rolled his eyes, he stood up from the chair

“Something, for fuck sake! The guy said he was in love with you!” he yelled back. Her breathing quickened as she stared towards the man in front of her. She wanted to slap him. She was tired of having the same fight all the time.

“It doesn’t matter! I’m not in love with him!” she yelled back. Her voice cracked, as her eyes started to tear up. She didn’t know why she was crying. Frustration most likely. He huffed and rolled his eyes.

“You’ve been living with this guy for years! God, how do I know if you haven’t felt that way before!” He spat, he was different. Sure, they’ve argued and fought a lot more than she would like to admit; but something in him switched. She turned her head away, blinking rapidly, while she pressed her lips together. Mike’s eyes widened as he took in a long slow breath. “You’ve felt that way with him before? You’ve liked him like that before?” he asked. His words were realization, he should’ve known. He did know.

“In high school, that’s it,” she whispered while she kept her gaze to the floor. He didn’t respond, he slowly sat down onto the small couch behind him. He rested his hands onto his knees as he leaned his body back against the chair.

“Did you ever kiss him?” he was hurt. He didn’t know why, he knew that there was more between them. She nodded her head slowly. He tilted his head back as he huffed.

“It was a dare and it was years ago.”

“I don’t care if it was a dare or a fucking accident! I look like a fucking idiot you know that? My girlfriend is in love with her ‘best friend’ and not me,” he threw the word in hand quotes. She rolled her eyes while crossing her arms over her chest.

“It was years ago, Mike! How can you still be stuck on this?! We’ve been over and over and over this! I’m so tired of fighting with you!” He stood up and kept his gaze on the floor.

“You don’t think I’m tired? I’m so fucking tired of being the leftovers. I’m tired of being second best, rather, third best to Sam and Colby. I’m tired of you lying about being in love with that asshole,” he shook his head as he continued towards the door.

“How many times do I have to tell you I’m not in love with Colby!?”

“Look,” he started, finally lifting his gaze from the floor and meeting Y/N in the eye, “I don’t fucking care if you are in love with the guy. It’s my fault for not realizing it sooner,” he took in a long breath. Her features softened at his words. “I just wish you would stop lying to yourself about it,” he took in another breath, “I’m done, Y/N,” he sighed as he pulled the door open and quickly left. He shut the door delicately.

She stared towards the door where Mike once was and she felt her chest begin to ache. Her eyes squinted together slightly as her lips began to quiver. Her eyes stared at the spot for a long time as she tried to process everything that had happened. Yet it seemed nearly impossible. She pulled the pillow that had been resting in her lap to her face. She let out a muffled sob into her pillow. She let out a shaky breath as she pulled the pillow from her face and threw it across the room. A loud groan left her lips.

She was curious if Colby actually said that, she wanted to know if Mike just made it up to cause another fight between them. She quickly wiped her hands under her eyes, trying to clean up the teary mess. She stood up from the bed while adjusting the hoodie covering her body. Walking up to the mirror, she notices that her makeup was completely ruined. She sighed as she pulled the door open. Loud banging music filled her ears as she began walking across the hall to the other end of the floor.

At first she didn’t know what she was going to say. Was she going to flat out ask him if he was in love with her? Or was she going to beat around the bush until he confessed? Or he says nothing and she leaves empty handed. Without wasting another thought she takes a hold of the door knob and pushes open the door.

Her gaze shoots up towards the bed at the other end of the room. Her eyes widened as her mouth fell open. She stared at the sight of Colby hovering over a red haired girl, kissing her. He jolts up looking towards Y/N and so does the red haired girl.

“Oh god, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” she rambled as she shut the door quickly. She kept her hand on the door knob as she raised her hand up and covered her mouth. She shuts her eyes aggressively as tears begin to fall from her eyes harder than before. Her hand slowly slips from the door knob as she slowly steps down back towards her room.

She began to drown out every possible noise around her. The banging music, the loud cheers from the people downstairs, her muffled sobs. She pushed the door open and shut it slowly. She leaned her body against the door as she slowly slipped down feeling as though her heart had been shattered.

Swallow every single lie

[jumbojamba47]

I Love You

Pt. 2 of Guest Room

A/N: Thank you for loving my little ball of garbage enough to warrant a second part. I’m feeling warm and fuzzy. Also... I kinda.. sorta.. really got carried away with this. I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry. Shout out to my irl friends who had to deal with my gleefully rubbing my grubby little paws together all day. 

A/N PT. 2: TUMBLR QUIT BEING A BITCH AND JUST LET ME UPLOAD MY STORY IN PEACE PLEASE I’M BEGGING YOU. The last try uploaded to my main and my stomach dropped out of my ass lmao. Fifth and hopefully final time. (I’m so sorry for the notifications spam for everyone I tagged)

PAIRINGS: Natasha Romanoff x Reader, Stucky 

Warnings: 18+, Angst (like so much I’m sorry), Smut, Swearing, Mentions of Alcohol Consumption

Word Count: 5702

Hollow. It’s the only way she can describe the feeling of deep-seated emptiness that settles in her as she watches the quinjet disappear in the distance. What’s that noise? She casts her eyes around her surroundings when she suddenly feels a dampness on her collarbone. Reaching up a hand, she feels moisture on her face.

Oh.

The sounds were coming from her. At the realization of her sobs, pain wracked her frame with nowhere to go.

What was she thinking?

She wasn’t.

When she left Clint in a hurry, she hadn’t even paused to consider what she would say to you if she caught you. What did she feel for you? What could she have told you? Her life conditioned her to believe love was for children. She wasn’t one.

And yet…

She couldn’t deny that there was something about you that always drew her in to you. Every hidden interaction with you pulled onto all five of her senses demanding her full attention until there was only you in front of her; drawn straight into your orbit like a moon of Saturn. Each and every private encounter made it more difficult for the hardened assassin to pull herself away from you only to act unaffected by your presence in public.

Was that love?

It doesn’t matter.

You were sunlight. You were the warm embrace of home calling out to every damaged member of this family seeking acceptance for their past sins and a place to belong.

And she?

Well, she was damaged beyond repair.

She refused to be the one to tarnish your light. And she knew, if she gave in to her weaknesses, you could never really shine. You meant too much to the team. To her. A part of her could also admit to fear. Fear of what would happen if she hurt you.

If you hurt her.

She could live with never knowing what it felt like to call you hers. To hear you whisper her name in the early morning light your sweet features the first things she lays eyes on in your shared haven.

But she knew. She’d never recover if she could have you and lose you. If she were to tear her walls down, only for you to look inside and decide it wasn’t worth it.

That she wasn’t worth it.

With a steely resolve in her eyes, Natasha turned on her heels and began to make her way back towards the gym. She had a few weeks to get her head screwed on straight. She’ll lock away and bury anything she might have felt for you if given the chance. When you’re back, she’ll apologize for the hurt she’s caused you and maybe, just maybe, you’ll let her stay a part of your life.

If, along the way, she refuses to let her mind wander to thoughts of you with someone else, well, that’s her prerogative.

xxxx

You sit in heavy silence on the quinjet. Thoughts of last night’s interactions with the red-headed assassin plaguing your mind. You still feel a pang of pain when you remember her rejection. With a mental shake of your head, you resolve to table your emotions for now to focus on the mission at hand.

You’ve been tasked with leading a team to infiltrate an underground drug trafficking ring disguised as a bi-monthly art auction. Once you arrive at your destination, you’ll be allotted two months of integration and data retrieval before another team of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents will be sent in to assist in the take down. You’re leading the team with Scarlet Witch and Falcon following your lead. Agent Hill was chosen to tag along strictly for backup and onsite supervision should the worst come to pass.

Sam and Maria sit up front; you can hear the sounds of quiet banter trickling back towards you while they try to respect your privacy, believing you to be mentally preparing yourself for the road up ahead. Wanda sits opposite you. Your emotions scream at her from across the jet, but she has the decency not to read your actual thoughts.

Still, she can’t help the concerned glances she sends your way.

Noticing her attention on you, you shift your body to turn towards her.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“I could ask you the same. Where did you disappear to last night? I tried to find you after you were pulled away by Natasha, but I couldn’t find you.”

You let out a soft sigh.

“I’m sorry. My heads been a mess lately. I didn’t mean to leave you on the dance floor like that. It was a rough night.”

A hand rises to nervously play with the hair on the back of your neck. You look to the floor.

“I also owe you a bit of an apology for how carried away I got last night. You’re amazing Wan, and I don’t want to lead you on in any way.”

She lets out a light laugh.

“Don’t worry about it, draga mea. We were just two friends who had a little too much to drink, having a little fun. No hard feelings whatsoever.”

You wince and she instantly knows that was the wrong thing to say.

“You know, I’ve been told I’m a pretty good listener. Pietro used to say it’s because I had big ears when we were children.”

She reaches out a hand across the aisle to let it rest on your knee. After an internal debate, you decide to divulge everything to her. From your first interactions with the assassin and your instant connection to the fallout from last night.

Listening patiently, Wanda’s eyes widen slightly when you mention what the events that occurred in the ex-soviet’s room.

By the end, Wanda is livid with righteous indignation on your behalf.

“Well, she’s a fool for letting you go.” She squeezes your leg.

“I can’t claim to understand what’s going through her head, but you have to know her feelings aren’t a reflection on your worth. You are the glue that holds this team together and we all love you. Natasha, she…” she pauses, “she’s been through much. More than any of us will ever know. Her experiences have closed her off. But you’re both strong. Maybe you’re not meant to be, but I know you can bounce back from this. We have a few weeks before we’re due back and, in that time, I guarantee you we can get your spirit back up and bouncing like usual.”

“Damn right, we can!” You hear Sam interrupt from the front of the plane.

You release a breath you didn’t realize you were holding and let out a light laugh.

Yeah, things weren’t okay.

But maybe they will be.

xxxx

The mission goes off without a hitch and it does wonders for your confidence. As soon as you landed at the safehouse, you and your team had set to work securing the perimeter and preparing for your upcoming roles in the undercover mission. Sam moved first, infiltrating the ranks of the dealers as he uncovered the hierarchy of the operation and fed maria intel to pass on to headquarters. You and Wanda were posed as a wealthy young couple from new money, tasked with getting close to the heads of the drug ring in order to gain access to the final auction where you ultimately took down the entire operation with the aid of several agents.

Despite the smooth execution, you all still found yourselves with extra downtime between stakeouts and it led to the four of you growing closer. One of your favorite pastimes became group binge-watches of The Fairly Odd Parents and Wanda had taken to calling you Cosmo, the husband of her cartoon namesake.

           “ETA: 5 minutes,” called out Hill.

From your seat, you could see the compound looming over the horizon. You take in a nervous breath and release.

Next to you, Wanda can feel your apprehensive tension and takes a moment to give your hand a firm squeeze.

“You’re okay, Cosmo. Remember our talks. You have strength. You know your worth. You’ll be fine.”

You send her a grateful smile and a nod. Your fingers squeeze her back briefly before you move to stand by the doors of the ramp as you hear the jet begin to touch down.

She’s right. During your time away, you came to terms with the fact that it’s not Natasha’s fault that she doesn’t feel the same way as you do. You know you have no control over other people’s feelings, and you owed it to the both of you to face this head on, maturely.

As soon as the jet’s ramp meets the floor of the hangar, you’re met with a wall of pure muscle that really should come with a warning label. Your feet are lifted off the ground and suddenly you’re swinging in circles. You laugh as Bucky’s long hair tickles your nose.

Wait a second.

Is that?

“James Buchanan Barnes. Put me down this instant.”

He stiffens. That’s his name. That’s who he is. He is James Buchanan Barnes. Former sergeant and integral member of the Howling Commandos. The Winter Soldier. Melted down and reforged by Hydra. He was a legend. He was a nightmare. He was feared. He was… terrified.

Christ. Hearing his full name falling out of your mouth in that tone never failed to instill the fear of God into him. Not even his ma, bless her soul, could quite measure up to the intimidating aura you exuded when he knew you were ready to tan his hide.

You stood before him, hands on your hips, feet shoulder width apart, stance strong, eyebrow peaked… and deadly.

“Did you break into my room and steal my hair mask… again?”

The others stand back, watching in amusement while he starts to sweat.

“D-doll, of course not! You explicitly told m-me your room was off limits while you were go-”

You cut him off as you step closer.

“Don’t you lie to me, Barnes,” your eyes narrow and he gulps when you push your face closer to his.

“I can smell the macadamia oil, you heathen.”

Just as you’re about to launch into a lecture about respecting other people’s belongings, you’re interrupted by the sound of Steve’s voice.

“You gotta admit, at least it’s better than smelling the greasy mop he always ends up with after training.”

Your entire demeanor lightens up as you whip around to take a running leap at your favorite Man with a Plan.

“STEVIE!”

He catches you in his arms. “Good to have you back, sugar. We missed you around here.”

You hear a soft exhale of relief come from behind you.

Tilting your head back from where you’re perched in Steve’s arms, you narrow your eyes at Bucky and make a silent gesture to indicate you’re watching him. This is far from over.

He gulps.

“Well, c’mon then, we’re all dying to hear how the mission went. The others are waiting for you in the lounge.”

You stay wrapped around your friend’s dorito shaped torso but make the effort to wriggle your way around him so you’re clinging to his back like an infant koala. He rolls his eyes but does nothing to deter you, choosing to move his arms in support of your legs instead.

“Onward, my trusty steed!” you giggle.

As one, you all make your way towards the main common area, taking the time to drop off your luggage in your respective rooms as you go. Eventually, you make your way to the lounge and as you’re carried in, F.R.I.D.A.Y. blasts the loud trumpets of a herald through her speakers.

Huh, Tony must’ve upgraded her sense of humor.

Greeting the others, you use your hands in Steve’s hair like an oversized rat with a penchant for cooking to guide him towards your favorite lounge chair. Sam and Wanda move towards the kitchen to look for the good snacks they couldn’t have undercover while everyone else gathers around the remaining lounges.

From the corner of your eye, you can see Natasha hovering off to the side near Clint but you can’t quite get yourself to make eye contact yet. You wait for everyone to settle in. Wanda approaches you with two mugs of tea in her hands offering you one with a “just the way you like it, Cosmo”. It’s punctuated with a wink and she perches herself on the arm of your seat, bringing her own around to rest across the back. Her hand finds its way to your hair playing with a few strands to keep you grounded while you purposefully train your eyes away from a certain side of the room.

Wanda really did become your rock in the weeks away. While you never repeated anything from the night of your party, you fell into an easy companionship with the young mutant that led to you each being comfortable around the other. She knew how hard your return would be for you and made it her next mission to make sure you knew you had a solid support system in place.

Seeing the close interaction between the two of you, Bucky and Steve both shoot you cheeky grins and eyebrow wiggles that have you holding up a throw pillow just under Wanda’s current line of sight. She glances down, smirks and hurls the pillow at the two men using her powers, ensuring she adds a boomerang effect to ricochet off the face of one in order to hit the other stunning both of them.

“Nice!” You give her an enthusiastic high five as she wiggles her fingers at the recovering men.

“I just learned that one on the job. I have to keep practicing for muscle memory.” She states in a faux haughty tone while you snicker at the indignation on your Brooklyn Boys’ faces.

Across the room, Natasha watches you. She knew she missed you while you were away, but nothing could have prepared her for the onslaught of emotions that crashed into her when she finally laid eyes on you after weeks apart. You still had the same mischievous spark in your eyes. Your nose still crinkled just the slightest bit when you laughed. Your smile could still light up an entire room like the Fourth of July.

God, she missed you.

She watches your raucous banter with the resident super-soldiers with a fond smile teasing the corners of her lips. She takes note of the casual arm slung across your shoulders, the hand tangled in your hair, and something inside of her burns. Her jaw clenches.

She’s not yours to have.

Clint nudges her shoulder with a pointed look. She realizes she’s been emitting a soft growl. Focus Romanoff! Where is your training? She strains but ultimately fixes her posture until she’s the posterchild for casual aloofness. Her best friend snickers but chooses not to comment on the slight rigidity he can see in her shoulders.

Tony claps his hands to gain everyone’s attention.

“Alright alright, Hermione’s new parlor tricks aside, we all know why we’re really here.”

In his best imitation of Fury’s gruff voice, he growls out, “Hill. Debrief report. Judgement on (y/hero/n)’s execution?”

Rolling her eyes but playing along, “All objectives executed to perfection. Leadership skills exemplary, sir!” she tosses in a mock salute.

It’s quiet before everyone breaks into cheers and congratulate you and your team on a successful job well done. You’re beaming when you hear Sam chime in with, “You better watch out Cap. (Y/l/n) could give you a run for your money as team captain. We might be shipping you to a retirement home sooner than we thought.

Your best friend grins at you with pride and mirth shining in his eyes and you feel warm inside.

“I think we could come to a truce and work together. Co-captain sound good to you doll?”

“I don’t think so Steve. I’ll leave the captaincy to you. I don’t think I could handle dragging the metal chicken wing over there back in line every day,” you respond with a laugh, sticking your tongue out at Sam. You draw out a squawk of offense and everyone bursts into laughter.

You turn your head slightly and find yourself making direct eye contact with the very same pair of vivid green eyes that still visit you in your dreams. You swallow down the rising emotions and offer her a small smile. She looks startled at first but relaxes slightly and gives you one of her own in return.

Maybe you could do this.

You spend a few more minutes catching up with the rest of the team, learning about what everyone has been up to while you were away. Checking the time, you slowly pull away from Wanda, who still has her weight resting on you, and announce that you’re going to head to your room to wash off and settle in before you have to fill out your mission reports.

Everyone bids you goodnight and you exit the room, walking the familiar pathway towards your own residence. Your ears pick up quiet footsteps behind you causing you to turn your head slightly.

A small sharp inhale escapes your lips. Your eyes betray you with a quick scan of her nervous form standing in front of you. Her hair is a little longer and the circles under her eyes are just the slightest shade darker. She still looks just as breathtaking as the day you walked out of her room. Her presence instantly brings you peace and you curse yourself under your breath.

Mentally slapping yourself, you plaster on a casual smile.

“Hey Nat. Been a while.”

You cringe.

Really? Been a while? Really?

She steps towards you, “Hi (y/n/n),” she responds softly.

“Listen I-”

“Can we-”

You both let out a nervous chuckle.

“Sorry. Go ahead, you first,” she says.

“Listen, Nat. I owe you an apology.”

She stills. What could you possibly have to apologize for? You’re not the one who broke the heart of the love of your life just because you had commitment issues.

Stop that. She’s not your love of anything.

She opens her mouth to interrupt but you press on.

“It wasn’t fair of me to try to push you into something you clearly weren’t comfortable with. You made it clear that you didn’t love me the way I loved you. I never wanted to make you feel like I would demand anything of you. You’re more than entitled to your own feelings and it wasn’t okay for me to project what I felt onto you.”

Frozen in place, her mind could only focus on two words.

Loved? Felt?

And didn’t that sting?

She can feel her throat start to constrict but she goes along with it.

Maybe it’s for the best.

“It’s okay (y/n/n). I understand where you came from and I’m partially to blame for letting things go on for as long as they did without taking your feelings into consideration.

“Friends?”

A small, okay large, part of her brain screamed in agony that this was wrong.

Instead, she smiles and nods opening her arms.

You gingerly step into her embrace, one arm comes up holding her shoulder while the other gently cups the back of her head in a familiar hold.

Her arms come up to wrap themselves around your middle, squeezing slightly.

If either of you noticed the other inhale just a little deeper, neither of you chose to comment.

xxxx

Several weeks go by and you’ve settled back into a familiar routine. Wanda has officially been adopted into you and your boys’ infamous trio and the brunette witch could often be seen joining in on your foolish antics around the compound. At first, the three made a pact to ensure you would never be exposed to prolonged periods of alone time with the woman who damaged your tender heart. Often times, you’d catch yourself alone with the assassin only for one of the others to immediately swoop in to whisk you away and drag you into some activity before you could draw each other into a prolonged conversation

It took you a few days to catch on to what your friends were doing. While the sentiment was greatly appreciated, you couldn’t miss the slight look of hurt that crossed Natasha’s face whenever you were pulled away from her. Eventually, you had to put your foot down, taking them aside one day. You told them that you loved them and appreciated their concern. But you’re an adult and you can handle your affairs well enough on your own.

They backed off but still continued to keep a wary lookout. They couldn’t help it. You were their favorite.

Your interactions with the devastatingly gorgeous avenger were still a little stunted and you both miss the longing stares you direct towards each other on occasion. Still, you’re getting better.

It still hurts sometimes but you’re okay as long as you still have her in your life. In any capacity.

You think you’re getting better. It stills hurts but you’re okay as long as you still have her in your life.

xxxx

You’re in the gym talking to Sam one afternoon as he spots you in the weights section while Natasha and Clint are sparring on the mats.

“The team’s decided to make an appearance at a new nightclub Aluminum Alloy Man bought out on a dare tonight. You in, sugar?”

You laugh at the latest nickname he’s given Stark but shake your head no.

“Sorry Sam but I’ve got a date.”

You hear a particularly loud grunt come from Clint and turn your head slightly to see Natasha apologizing while he’s doubled over catching his breath.

“Oh? Anyone we know?” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

You roll your eyes.

“With myself, you dork. I’ve been dying to watch Monty Python and the Holy Grail and I finally have the downtime to sit through it. There’s a bottle of wine and a couch calling my name and I intend to capitalize.”

He laughs but nods understandingly.

“That’s fair. You good here? I better head out to get ready.”

“Yeah, yeah, you go ahead. Have fun tonight!” You wave him off wiping the sweat off the back of your neck with a damp towel.

“(Y/L/N)!” You hear your name called out from across the gym.

“Care to spar? Clint’s tapping out. He’s a wuss.”

You start to hesitate but choose to nod instead, stepping into the ring, setting your towel on the rope to dry.

You begin to circle one another assessing each other’s weaknesses. She makes the first move lashing out with a swift kick to your ankle, aiming to leave you off balance. You dodge out of the way and retaliate with a series of jabs towards her torso. This goes on for several minutes each of you landing several hits when Natasha launches herself off your bent knee, intending to use her signature thigh grip of death to bring you down.

Not today, Satan.

You bring your arms up, wedging them between your neck and her legs before she can get a grip. You latch onto her legs tightly before you swing her around your body, tackling her to the floor. You move your hand to cradle the back of her head to ensure it doesn’t smack into the ground, bringing yourself much closer to her body in the process.

You’re both panting heavily, stuck, mesmerized by the intense look in each other’s eyes. You have one leg between her thighs, knee pressed to her core, puffs of air intermingling between you.

Is she? Leaning towards you?

Oh, you definitely felt that wiggle of her hips against your knee.

You wet towel drops to the floor with a wet smack and just like that, the spell is broken.

You both scramble apart and you move to pick up the offending object.

Behind you, Natasha clears her throat sheepishly.

“So, I couldn’t help but overhear your big plans for tonight while you were talking to Wilson. Is there room for one more? I was actually planning to do the same, but I hear Monty Python is much funnier with good company.”

Everything inside of you screams that this is a terrible idea. But here’s the thing, you thrived off of terrible ideas.

“Sure, why not? We can start when everyone else heads out?”

Sure you would have declined, she brightens considerably and throws you a grin.

She starts walking backwards towards the door.

“Great! It’s a date! I mean- not a date-”

She smacks herself right into the door.

You let out a small laugh.

“I know what you meant.”

“Right. Yes. I’ll see you tonight!” She scurries out the door.

You stay standing there in the ring watching the space she just occupied.

On the other side of the door, Natasha leans heavily against the metal.

What have I gotten myself into?

xxxx

You bid goodbye to your friends and make sure to tell them to call you should they need anything. Once everyone is out the door, you turn around, inhale deeply, and set to work.

Despite everything, and your unfailing determination to not fall down the same rabbit hole, you can’t help but want to take care of Natasha in any capacity you can.

So, you take extra care to grab her favorite snacks, her go-to brand of wine, a couple glasses, and an oversized hoodie you always kept in the back of the closet, on hand just for her. She had a tendency to relax in thinner loungewear, but you knew once she settled in, she stubbornly refused to get up for anything no matter how cold she got.

As you set everything down on the coffee table in front of the oversized, plush couch in the center of the movie room, the beauty in question makes her way towards you in, surprise surprise, a thin tank top and shorts.

You roll your eyes but toss her your sweatshirt and she grins at you before hastily throwing it on, snuggling into the warmth. You both settle onto opposite sides of the couch, the wine and snacks split between you. The movie plays and you find yourselves relaxing. Like magnets, you eventually gravitate towards each other, sharing jokes and snacks, yelling at the large screen in front of you as the Black Knight stubbornly refuses to die.

Without realizing each other’s movements, she winds up leaning against you while your arm is wrapped around alternating between playing with her hair and rubbing soothing patterns across her shoulder and biceps.

You feel a shudder come from the deadly ball of fluff in your arms and only then do you realize your positions. You can’t bring yourself to move.

“Cold?”

“Yeah,” she nods. Attempting to burrow herself further into your clothes.

You pull her closer to you until her legs are resting over yours, head tucked under your chin, puffs of air tickling your sensitive neck.

Bad move (y/l/n).

You forget how to breathe. Natasha turns to look at you when she feels you still beneath her.

Oh. Oh god.

She didn’t realize how close she was to you and from this distance, she can see every detail of your ethereal beauty in the dim light of the movie lighting.

You turn your head to take a quick peak at her but suddenly you’re drowning in a sea of green. Your breath hitches when green is replaced by red and suddenly plump lips are crushing your own.

You moan and your hands scramble for purchase as the angel in your lap twists to straddle you. Fists tighten in your hair while she nips at your lower lip, close to drawing blood. She tugs at your shirt and you get the message. You desperately rip away your top while she follows suit before she pushes you onto your back spreading out on top of you.

A loud groan escapes your lips as the vixen in your arms finds the sensitive space right below your ear. Unwilling to be out done, you wrap your legs around her hips and gracefully flip yourselves over, trailing kisses down the crevice of her breasts, mapping your way down her body. Like Copernicus charting the stars. Reaching your destination, you pull apart the draw strings of her shorts with nothing but your teeth, earning a moan of approval from the writhing redhead. You smoothly slide back up her body, meeting her desperate lips in a searing kiss while your hand finds her center, already feeling the slick wetness ready for you. Natasha’s limbs fly to wrap around you as you set a steady pace pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Knowing she needs the extra push, your other hand moves to pull aside her bra before you deliver a harsh nip and a firm curl of your fingers.

She sees stars.

No.

She sees galaxies.

You continue to move, determined to prolong her pleasure for as long as possible.

You’re rewarded with the crack of her voice as she hurdles into the abyss.

“God, I fucking love you.”

It slips out of your mouth completely unbidden.

But it’s too late.

The damage can’t be undone.

Just like that, she snaps back to reality.

She hastily sits up. Your hand falls back into your lap as she quickly stands picking up her shirt.

“We can’t do this.”

“Natasha, I-”

“No.”

“Natasha, would you jus-”

“I said no!”

You feel like you’ve been here before.

She turns to make a hasty retreat, but you catch her hand in a tight grip before she can get too far.

“Why do you keep running from me? Am I so repulsive that the thought of being with me has you running for the hills?”

“Not everything is about you, (y/l/n),” she bites out.

Neither of you hear the team returning but all of them can hear the yelling coming from your direction and they run towards you.

“No. You always do this! Every time I think we’ve gotten to a good place; you freeze me out.”

“That’s the thing! We were in a good place! We were having fun. We had each other when we needed it and nothing more! We were so good like that. We can still be like that!”

Tears fill your eyes.

“It’s not enough.”

“Why can’t this be enough?!” she cries.

“This has to be enough,” she whispers looking at anything but you.

A hand moves to grip hers gently. The other rises to cup her chin to guide her eyes to yours.

“This could be so much more. Let me love you the way you deserve.”

Staring into your eyes, she can see you dying a little more inside the longer she stays silent.

She pulls away from you.

Okay.

You thought you could be fine with just floating in her orbit. Maybe you underestimated how long it would take for you to heal enough to allow it. Or maybe you couldn’t do this at all.

Your head tilts towards the floor. Your lips break into the softest, most heart-breaking smile she’s ever seen.

“I’m always going to love you Natasha Romanoff. But I owe it to the both of us to know this won’t be enough for me. This can’t be enough for me.”

A whimper is caught in her throat but she can’t bring herself to move when you step back away from her.

“I love you. I don’t want to,” you breathe out.

Natasha swears she hears something inside her shatter.

“I’m sorry I don’t give you the strength you need to pursue your own happiness. I really hope you find someone who does. All I’ve ever wanted was for you to be happy.”

You make me happy.

Just say it!

Her body screams in protest with every fiber of her being.

“Bye Tasha.”

You turn and only then do you realize that the two of you aren’t alone.

Wanda steps forward. She wraps her arms around your shoulders as she leads you away throwing a glare at the assassin.

Natasha takes a step in your direction.

“(Y/n) wait-”

She stopped by a metal arm blocking her way.

“Haven’t you done enough?” Bucky growls.

“And what do you know about what I’ve done?” She shoves him away.

“I know you hurt them! AGAIN!” he snarls, “You need to get your shit together before I’ll even THINK about letting you come anywhere NEAR (y/n) again, Romanoff.”

Her blood boils. She scoffs, “Big surprise, their guard dog immediately snaps to attention at the first sign of trouble. Tell me Barnes, does your master feed you well?”

She regrets her outburst immediately, but she’s too angry, too frustrated, too exhauseted to take it back.

“Don’t forget who trained you, Natalia,” comes out in a menacing hiss.

Frantically, Clint’s eyes snap from her to the ex-soldier advancing on her. He immediately steps between the two, placing a hand on her arm and turning towards the larger assassin.

“Whoa now, you know she didn’t mean that. Emotions are just running high right now. Let’s all take a step back. I could use a hand, Cap.”

Despite his own roiling emotions, he needs to maintain his professionalism as team captain, releasing a heavy puff of air, he moves to place a firm hand on Bucky’s shoulder, pulling him to his side.

“Clint’s right. We can’t do anything to fix this right now. Everyone, disperse. We’ll regroup in the morning.” He sends a piercing glare at the redhead.

Hearing another growl, Clint whips his head back around, “As entertaining as it would be to make a compound wide betting pool with Tony on a wwe rumble between you and two tag-teaming super soldiers, maybe we should take a second to cool off outside, yeah” he hisses at her.

Gritting her teeth, she nods, allowing Clint to pull her down the hall and out the door.

As she catches a glimpse of the hall leading to your room, all she can think is one thing.

She let you slip through her fingers… again.

Tagging some incredible people who expressed an interest in pt. 2:

guys im so fucking sorry this keeps showing up in your mentions.

@natasha-danvers , @thelastavenger-3000 , @ohfuckno , @imnotasuperhero

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Lockscreens (ch. 5)

tw: Pining, mentions of stripping (playful)

Word count: ~2.9k

Genre: Angst, fluff

All trigger warnings will be tagged and posted at the beginning of each chapter! This will have *manga spoilers*

Pairings: Bokuto x fem!reader, Kuroo x fem!reader

Summary: Nearly four years ago, Bokuto left the love of his life for volleyball. Despite all the time, he’s still very much in love with her. He comes home to a major surprise leaving him wondering…What happened while he was gone?

AN: There is an official Lockscreens Spotify playlist! Please feel free to give it a listen 💖

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ch. 5: Best Friends (19 weeks)

The blaring sound abruptly drew him out of his deep slumber. “What?” He muttered, rubbing his face.

“Kurooooo,” she whined. “I need your help.” He furiously blinked, trying to rub the sleep away.

“What’s up?”

“I have these super bad cravings, do you mind picking it up and getting it for me?” 

Kuroo sighed deeply. “This is what you decided to wake me up for?” He groaned, slapping a hand to his forehead.

“Please? I’d owe you one! And you’re awake already.”

“You owe me a lot more than just one, kitten,” he warned. “What on Earth are you craving right now?”

“I really want dark chocolate covered blueberries and a salmon onigiri. Oh! And maybe some meat buns.” An exclamation. “Maybe peaches too!” 

He blinked. “What?”

She let out a loud whine. “Kuroo! Don’t judge me! It’s what the baby wants, okay?”

“I’m not judging that’s just..super particular. Alright fine, I’ll pick it up and head over.”

“You’re literally the best! Love you~!” And with that, she hung up. The rush of blood filled his ears as those words echoed in his ears. He pinched his nose, breathing deeply. Glancing down at his phone, he looked at the time. 2:26 A.M. She really had such inconvenient timing. At this rate, he wasn’t going to get sleep until at least 4 A.M. His eyes glided down, looking at his lock-screen. A smile tugged at his lips at the familiar face. It was a photo of (Name) laughing, her navy peacoat draped over her shoulders and the collar of her dress pulled up. Kuroo had taken the photo when they went on their fancy dinner over a month ago.  

He sighed, wiping his face with a hand as he got up. The sooner he left, the sooner he’d be back in bed. With one last grumble, he slid into a pair of sweats and an old volleyball hoodie as he made his way out of his apartment.

****

“The doctor did tell you last week that your cravings were going to get worse,” Kuroo teased as she opened the door for him. He’d visited four different convenience stores to find everything on her list. She ignored him, snatching the plastic bag out of his hands. (Name) waddled over to her sofa, plopping down as she rummaged through the bag. She pulled out the meat bun and onigiri, holding one in each hand as she took savage bites out of them.

“Oh my god, this is incredible,” she moaned, eyes squeezing shut in pleasure. 

“Oh yes, please do that again, I just love hearing that,” Kuroo teased.

“Shut up rooster-head.” (Name) swallowed, pulling out the peach drink he got her. “Aw, Kuroo! You got me my favorite, you’re literally the best.” He shrugged, taking a seat beside her. He reached for the bag, only to have his hand smacked away. “No! Mine.”

“I literally brought it for you!” He argued. “Let me get my food, woman.” She pouted, before pushing the bag towards him. He laughed at the familiar sight.

It was post-practice during their third-year. Kuroo and Kenma were joining (Name) at her house for their weekly movie night. “Ooh, can we stop by the convenience store?”

“Didn’t you just eat?” Kuroo teased. She had eaten her second bento while they were taking a break during practice.

“So? If you guys are coming over to watch movies, we should have snacks!” She argued, stopping directly in front of the store. “Do you guys want anything?”

“I’m okay.” Kenma replied, barely glancing up. Kenma sat down on the bench as he continued playing on his DS.

“Suit yourself!” She grinned. “How about you, Kuroo?”

“I’ll go pick for myself, thank you.” They walked inside. “Knowing you, you’d pick something weird for me.” 

“Hey, don’t you trust me?”

“No.” 

She giggled, tapping his nose before skipping away. “You should! I practically raised you, y’know?”

“And why do you think that?”

“Well, I did save your ass in English,” she teased, squatting down to survey the snacks at the bottom row. 

“Yeah well, you needed help in science. It cancels there.” 

“Whatever,” she rolled her eyes. “You know you love me. And with love, comes trust!” 

His heart skipped a beat. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, dear.” She rolled her eyes at his term of endearment. Kuroo picked up a bag of chips, choosing some more snacks as they made their way down the aisle. “What’s on the agenda for movies?”

(Name) hummed, paying for her snacks as they made their way outside. “Depends! I’m open for whatever.” She tugged Kenma off the bench before skipping off in front of them. Kuroo and Kenma stood beside one another as they trailed behind. Kuroo’s soft smile was not missed by the younger boy as he observed the female, (h/c) hair blowing back as she skipped. She hummed a tune from (favorite song) as she unlocked the door, dropping the snacks onto the table as she gestured to the couch. “Make yourselves comfortable!”

“Don’t we always?” Kenma muttered, sliding onto the reclining seat as (Name) bustled around to clean up the couch a bit. Kuroo plopped down onto the couch, kicking his legs up onto the table. She smacked his legs to make them fall off, ignoring his cry of indignation. 

“I’ll be right back!” She ran upstairs towards her room. 

“When are you going to tell her?”

Kuroo jumped, looking at his male best friend. “Tell her what?”

“That you have a thing for her.”

Kuroo’s cheeks flushed red. “No I don’t!”

“Sure. You totally weren’t watching her with a dopey smile either.” Kenma rolled his eyes, aggressively using combo moves in order to defeat the boss. “You’ve been in love with her for years now, we all know.”

Kuroo blanched. “Does she?”

“Nah, she’s just as dumb as you are when it comes down to it.” 

“Why the hell am I coming down to Kenma saying that I’m dumb?” (Name) pouted, blankets bundled in her arms as she appeared at the doorway. Kuroo jumped, his blood freezing and heart clenching. “Not that I’m saying Kuroo isn’t, but I definitely am not!” 

“Yes you are.” 

Kuroo let out a high-pitched laugh, earning an odd look from (Name). Kenma just shook his head in distaste. “Is that all you heard?”

“Rude, Kenma! And yes, rooster-head, that’s all I heard.” She plopped down on the couch, spreading the blanket over their laps. Kuroo let out a sigh of relief as (Name) turned to Kenma, raising her brow. “So, pudding-pop, why am I dumb?”

“You’re just always dumb.” She leaned over to playfully shove him, causing Kenma to mess up. “(Name)!” He swore, glaring at the girl. Kuroo leaned down for the snack bag, only to have his hand smacked away by (Name). He glared at her as she rummaged through the bag, pulling out her own snacks before she handed him the bag.

“That’s your own fault, pudding-pop.” She laughed, before she leaned back against Kuroo. The captain’s heart lurched as he looked down. Her head was practically resting on his chest, her warmth seeping through his clothes to his heart. If loving someone felt like this, then he definitely didn’t mind.  

She glanced at the clock, finishing the last of the snacks and throwing the trash into the bag. “There’s no reason for you to go home; I’d feel terrible if you drove home this late.” She bit her lip. “Why don’t you sleep in my bed tonight?” Kuroo looked at her, his eyebrows raised. When they were in middle-school, it wasn’t uncommon for them to share a bed. But once they had gotten to high-school, they were forced out of the habit— mainly due to rising hormones and fear of what others would think of them.

“Are you sure?” He hesitated. “I don’t want to intrude.”

“Just get in there, you big dummy.” She rolled her eyes, making her way to the bathroom to brush her teeth. She paused, standing in the doorway. Her eyes sparkled slightly as she looked at him. “Thanks for coming, Kuroo. I appreciate it.” She mumbled. 

Kuroo grinned, “I’m just glad to be of service.” He stood up, brushing his pants as he slipped into her bedroom. Hazel eyes surveyed the room, it wasn’t that different from before. Her desk was neat and organized, there were medicinal posters up on her walls, and there were soft golden fairy-lights dangling along the side of the wall. He undressed, leaving him in his boxers as he slipped under the covers. The mattress was so soft, he’d have to ask her where she got it. The sound of running water turned off, and the clicks of light-switches caught his attention. He glanced at the glowing red numbers on her desk. It was already 4:40 A.M. Thank god it was the weekend tomorrow. The door opened, and she entered. 

“Ugh, I forgot how big you are,” she grimaced, crossing her arms as she looked at him. “Budge up, will ya?” She was dressed in an oversized t-shirt, black panties peeking out from under them. 

“And you’re hardly wearing clothes,” he taunted before scooting over.

“Oi, my house, my rules. If you’re gonna be weird about it, you’re more than welcome to sleep on the sofa.” He simply tsk’d in response, lifting the blanket up so that she could slide in beside him. “You say I’m hardly wearing anything, Kuroo you’re not even wearing a shirt!” She whined, her hand brushing against his chest. 

“It’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” he teased, blowing air onto her face. 

“Don’t be such a prick.” 

“Goodnight princess.” 

A hum in response as her breathing got heavier. “G’night, Tetsu.” His heart stuttered.

****

(Name) groaned as the light filtered into the room, falling onto her face. She felt so warm and comfortable. Her attention was drawn to a weight on her waist. (E/c) eyes blinked at the chest that it was pressed against. Pulling back slightly, she looked up to see Kuroo’s sleeping face, a pillow pressed against his head. She stifled a giggle, taking in how relaxed the male looked. A sudden urge hit her. Oh shit, gotta pee, her eyes widened. Wiggling out of his arms carefully, she waddled to the bathroom. She might be pregnant, but the gods help her because she absolutely refused to have any sort of accident. 

 As she returned to her room, she couldn’t help but lean against the bed-frame as she looked down at his peaceful face. 

“Kuroo, I don’t understand this,” she whined, burying her face in her palms. They’d been studying for hours now. 

“What don’t you understand?” 

“I keep getting the wrong answers.” With one hand, she shoved the book towards him, plopping her head onto the desk. “Can I just drop out of school and become a stripper?” 

“No,” a bemused smile crossed his face, “it’s your last year. This is literally just high-school chemistry, that I’m helping you with. There will be no stripping here!” 

She grunted into her arms. “You’re right, I doubt anyone would wanna see that anyways.” 

Kuroo shifted uncomfortably. “That’s not true.” 

(Name) lifted her face, freezing. He was so close. All she’d need to do is lean forward just a little bit. “Are you saying you would?” She breathed. 

“Maybe.” He licked his lips, eyes wide. “Or maybe not. Maybe I just don’t want my best friend putting herself out like that.” Hazel eyes darted down to her lips. She could practically feel his lips against hers. 

They sprung apart as the door suddenly crashed open, revealing Lev. “Senpai, I need help studying!” 

“You gotta be quiet when you’re studying, you dumbass,” Kuroo retorted, cheeks slightly red. “Otherwise you bother everyone like you always do.”

“Don’t be mean to the baby tree,” (Name) scolded, her cheeks also glowing. 

“Why are your faces red?” Lev cocked his head.

“It’s just hot in here,” (Name) stammered, sitting up straighter. “How can I help you study, Lev?” Lev plopped into the chair beside her, pushing his books towards her as he explained his issues. In the corner of her eyes, she surveyed Kuroo. Did they really almost kiss?    

She shook her head, making her way back to her kitchen. She couldn’t be catching feelings now. Not for her best friend while she’s pregnant with her boyfriend’s— ex-boyfriend’s?— baby. She didn’t even want to think about how they were also best friends with one another. Silently, she wondered if these were feelings that she’d always secretly suppressed. It’s not like she’d never had a crush on Kuroo before. She’d had one when they were still in middle school, and she’d always assumed those were just one of those things that happened. With a more aggressive shake of her head, (Name) stepped into the kitchen, taking things out to make pancakes. As she hummed a familiar tune, cracking eggs into a bowl, she jumped. Warm arms snaked around her waist, a chest meeting her back.  

“Well aren’t you cuddly this morning?” She chuckled, patting one of his arms affectionately. Kuroo just tightened his grip, burying his face into her shoulder. His breath warmed the back of her neck. 

“Sleepy,” he muttered. “I blame you.”

(Name)’s giggle filled the kitchen, sounding like a windchime swaying in the breeze. “You didn’t have to help.” He awkwardly shrugged, tightening his grip as he rubbed his face into her shoulder, dangerously close to her neck. Goose-bumps raced along her skin. She leaned back in his caress, closing her eyes. The warmth of his body swept through her. “Hey, Kuroo?” He hummed in response. “Do you wanna move in?”

“Huh?” He rubbed his face into her shoulder, hiding his burning cheeks. Hoping that she couldn’t feel it. “Move in?” 

“Yeah.” She hesitated. “I mean, you’re always over. And I feel bad calling you to come over late at night.” She took a deep breath. “It’s also kinda lonely, y’know? Like it’s basically just me here by myself after living here with Kou for so long.” 

“That’s the last of the boxes, babe!” 

“Finally!” Bokuto collapsed onto the couch, letting out a massive sigh. “That took so long.”

“That’s what happens when you move somewhere,” she giggled, perching herself beside him. (Name) looked affectionately around the house. After an entire day of moving things in, they’d unpacked (most) of their boxes. It was the end of their first year of college, and they’d decide to move off-campus into their own house for some privacy for the upcoming school-year. Excitement pulsed through her. She and Bokuto had just celebrated their first anniversary after years of friendship, and things had never been easier. Of course, the couple had their issues. Bokuto had issues balancing his school-work with club volleyball, and she’d been so overwhelmed with her classes and internship that it was difficult for them to find time together. But, it was all worth it in the end. Now, she’d fall asleep and wake up beside the love of her life every day. “Kou, what do you want for dinner?”

“I’m too lazy to eat,” Bokuto groaned, draping an arm over his eyes. She patted his arm.

“Too lazy to eat? I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say that,” (Name) teased, elbowing him slightly. “Ah well, if you’re too lazy, maybe I’ll go get dinner all by myself. Alone. In our new neighborhood.” Her eyes sparkled with mischief. 

She made a move to stand, only for arms to snake around her and throw her into the couch. (Name) giggled loudly, blinking up into golden pools as Bokuto hovered over her. He peppered kisses all around her face. “Let’s order in, and just spend our first night in our new home together, okay?” He murmured, brushing her hair away from her face as he drew her into a soft kiss. “Besides, I want to spend time with the love of my life in the place where we’ll raise our kids.” She gaped, tears welling up. His eyes were shut as he nudged her nose with his. 

“Kids?”

He flushed, pulling back. “Well yeah, I wanna have kids with you.” He pulled her hand up to his lips, kissing the promise ring that sat there. “I promised you forever, didn’t I?” Arms wrapped around his neck, dragging him down to her as she slotted her lips against his.

“God I love you,” she whispered in between kisses. 

“Y’know, this is a perfect time to break in that new bed,” he grinned.

“Kou!” She squealed, smacking his chest. Her eyelashes fluttered as she stared at him. Her heart had never felt so warm. 

“Are you sure?” Kuroo pulled back, turning her so that she was facing him. “I don’t want to intrude.” 

She nodded. “Yeah. If anything, we can put a bed in the nursery for now and you can stay there so you have your own space.” (Name) offered him a small smile. “Is that okay?”  

“Well, if you insist,” Kuroo teased, tapping her nose. He grew serious. “I’d do anything for you, (Nickname).” 

She wrapped her arms around him. “You’re the best, Kuroo.”

Fun facts

💟 Kuroo sleeps with D.N.D. on except for notifications from Kenma and (Name).

💟 (Name) typically craves onigiri and meat buns. Other things she craves are her usual study-hangout-movie night snacks. 

💟 (Name) and Kenma both have a bad habit of staying up late. They usually call each other when they want company, but only Kuroo would actually get up and go visit one of them so late, so they’ll call him if they need something.

💟 Both Bokuto and Kuroo disagree about who introduced (Name) to her favourite peach drink. It was actually neither of them. Kenma introduced it to her during one of their movie nights. 

💟 Kenma had known that Kuroo was pining for (Name) for years. He was tired of hearing/seeing it and warned him that someone else would ask her out if he didn’t get a move on. Kenma also almost confessed to (Name) on Kuroo’s behalf

💟 The last time Kuroo and (Name) shared a bed was their first semester of high-school. When she told one of her girlfriends, they shamed her for it so she stopped letting Kuroo sleepover. 

💟 At training camp their first year, Kuroo forgot to pack a sleep shirt and wandered around Shinzen after curfew. (Name) was also out to get a drink of water and shrieked when she saw Kuroo because she thought he was a ghost.

💟 When Lev told the team about what he stumbled upon, he got his butt kicked by Yaku for cock-blocking. Lev was the only one on the team who didn’t realise the tension between (Name) and Kuroo. 

💟 Bokuto randomly surprised (Name) with the keys to their new house after enlisting Akaashi’s help to plan and organise everything. 

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[bluescarfvivi]

Mystery March Day 5 - Dream 

Black. That’s all the eyes could see. 

Black...and a misty, puke green curling around her shoes. No sign of the others, no sounds of life, Vivi couldn’t even hear her own beating heart slam against her chest. Everything turned mute. 

Until.

A shout rang out, distant but familiar. Her lips moved but no voice resounded in response. What’s going on? Why can’t she hear herself or speak?! Feet were free to move, so off she sprinted towards the screams. Louder and louder they rang in her ears as her approach drew in. Through the midst of the murky fog and the void, something came in view. A faster pace now, picking up speed while pushing against the excruciating, ear-bleeding screeches. Someone needs help.

Someone...

Before her widened eyes played out a dreadful sight, one guaranteed it’d been repressed for the rest of time. Locks of disheveled purple covered the bloodshot irises of a former friend. His kempt purple and vest and white button up decorated with growing red, discoloring the matching pants and running down to his purple converses. An open mouth screamed out those sounds alerting her to his presence, but mixed in were other movements. 

“Hh....He.....Help....m....me.......V....V...”

No. No please, don’t do this! 

“V....V....Vi....Viv-....i....h....h...he-”

Another voice rang in melody!

While Vivi attempted forcing her vocals to work, her gaze whipped around seeing a fallen, familiar blonde mechanic curled at her feet. Red leaked along the endless, void floor. She kneeled down reaching out but having no luck, as both hands faded away upon any touch. Another attempt at calling out garnered no such luck. Vivi saw his twisted face, tears leaking like water pipes from those scared eyes, the only surviving hand clutching the bleeding flesh of his other arm. 

“He..Help....V....Vi....Vi-....Vi....pl.....”

Stop! Please! Pleeeease! 

“....I....I n-....n..need....you....”

The urge for her hands cupping his cheek, wiping away his tears and shoving his face into her sweater, telling him everything would be okay...it ached. Mental daggers pierced that already broken heart, pieces breaking off or falling into her own created abyss. Vivi found herself stumbling down on her knees, hot tears streaking down her reddened cheeks, as one final voice joined in this tragic triplet. 

This time....her own bloodline, if you want to call it that for a dog. A beating heart summoned over the body of her trapped canine companion. Strong, green bands of rope tightly wound around all his limbs, shutting his mouth so he could cease his whimpering cries. 

“V....Vivi!!.....Leave me.....do..don’t come back.....it....it’s no use....”

Stop! STOP IT! LEAVE THEM ALONE! 

Screams and shouts only echoed in her mindscape, yet failed when Vivi strained her own vocal chords. All three harmonized their troubles, their pleas for salvation, and with no answer? Only suffering awaited their end.

“HELP ME....VIVI....VIVIIIIII!!!”

STOP! STOP DOING THIS! 

“VIVI!! I.....I NE...I NEED YOU!! PLEASE....WH-WHERE ARE YOU!!!”

I’M HERE! I’M HERE I SWEAR! 

“VIVI....S...SAVE YOURSELF!”

NO! DON’T DIE!!! I CAN’T LOSE ANOTHER! 

This chorus of tragedy racked every muscle, every corner of her troubled head, making the bluenette collapse where she stood. Hands covered her ears in a fruitless attempt of drowning them out. What could she do? They couldn’t hear her, see her, or feel her warming touch! Were there no other options? Was this fate playing its cruel game on her only friends? Her second family? 

A quiet scream. Vivi swear her vocal chords would be shredded by the sheer force she exuded, but no sound. No noise....

......everything faded....

Quiet once again.....

Ar....thur?

Lewis? Mystery!?

Where did you go!?!?

.....

“Y̶o̸u̶ ̶f̸a̶i̸l̵e̷d̵ ̴t̸h̷e̶m̴ ̸.”

A fourth voice but this one spit vengeance, greed, malice, and echoed out to those further regions of this black space. The green fog curled around her, hugging her tight as if it desired to infect this pristine angel or suck the precious air right from her own lungs. Vivi stood on her feet only finding out now she could no longer move. With no voice of her own or attempts of freedom, Vivi’s only choice lied in listening in on this disembodied voice echoing all around her. 

“̴Y̸o̸u̴ ̸a̶l̶w̷a̵y̷s̵ ̶h̷a̴v̶e̶.̵.̶.̴.̵a̶n̷d̸ ̴y̷o̴u̸ ̷w̷i̷l̸l̸ ̷c̴o̷n̷t̴i̷n̷u̶e̴ ̸t̵o̶ ̴d̴o̷ ̴s̸o̸.̵ ̵T̶h̸i̶s̷ ̸i̷s̷ ̶y̵o̴u̸r̴ ̴f̸a̴t̷e̶.̴ ̶L̶o̵o̸k̴ ̸a̷t̵ ̴t̸h̸e̶i̴r̵ ̵s̵u̶f̸f̵e̶r̴i̵n̴g̶.̵ ̵Y̶o̶u̶ ̶c̷a̸l̵l̴ ̴y̴o̴u̸r̵s̴e̴l̵f̵ ̷a̸ ̷l̴e̴a̶d̵e̴r̸?̸ ̴Y̷o̷u̶ ̶b̸e̶l̵i̷e̸v̶e̷ ̴y̴o̸u̷ ̶h̸a̸v̸e̴ ̴t̸h̵e̶ ̶a̵b̶i̵l̸i̷t̵y̷ ̷t̶o̴ ̷h̷e̶l̶p̴ ̸t̴h̵o̷s̶e̷ ̴y̷o̷u̶ ̸k̸e̶e̷p̷ ̴s̴o̶ ̴c̷l̸o̸s̷e̶ ̶t̴o̸ ̸y̸o̷u̵r̴ ̴h̶e̵a̷r̴t̸?̴”̴ ̴

Its beating, mocking tone physically caused Vivi to grow smaller after each proclamation. 

No....no! I don’t believe you! It wasn’t my-

“̴I̷t̶ ̸w̶a̸s̶n̶’̷t̷ ̶y̶o̶u̵r̷ ̵f̷a̸u̶l̴t̸,̸ ̶y̷o̶u̸ ̷t̵h̷i̴n̷k̵?̸ ̷O̴h̷,̵ ̸m̴y̴ ̴d̶e̵a̷r̵ ̵l̶i̸t̴t̴l̸e̵ ̵b̶l̴u̴e̷b̵i̸r̴d̵ ̶b̴u̵t̴ ̵i̶t̸ ̶c̴e̴r̸t̸a̴i̷n̷l̴y̷ ̶w̸a̴s̷.̸ ̴B̵e̴c̶a̷u̴s̴e̵ ̷o̶f̶ ̴y̷o̶u̸r̶ ̸i̴g̶n̷o̸r̷a̶n̵c̶e̴,̴ ̶y̸o̷u̴r̵ ̵t̸e̴a̷m̴m̴a̵t̷e̸s̸ ̸h̸a̸v̵e̴ ̸s̴u̵f̶f̷e̶r̶e̶d̴ ̷l̷a̵s̸t̷i̵n̸g̸ ̵c̴o̵n̴s̸e̴q̶u̷e̴n̵c̴e̵s̴.̵ ̶G̷u̸i̷l̶t̴ ̴e̷t̴c̵h̸e̸d̵ ̸i̶n̸t̴o̷ ̸t̸h̸e̸i̸r̸ ̷s̷o̸u̷l̴s̸,̴ ̸r̶a̸g̴e̴ ̷c̴o̷n̴t̴r̴o̶l̴l̶i̷n̵g̴ ̸t̷h̴e̷i̸r̷ ̸v̶e̵r̴y̷ ̴e̴x̶i̴s̵t̶e̷n̸c̷e̴,̷ ̷a̴ ̶l̷i̷f̷e̶ ̵n̶o̵w̵ ̵t̶a̷k̴e̴n̶.̸.̷.̶.̷a̷l̸l̴ ̴b̸e̸c̸a̷u̶s̶e̵ ̶o̸f̴ ̸Y̵O̸U̷!̸”̵ ̵ ̶

SHUT UP! SHUT UP LEAVE ME ALONE!! IT’...IT’S NOT TRUE! 

How could it know so much? How could this break her down so easily? The fog swiveled around her body, forcing both arms against her side in its entrapment. With every struggle, its gripped tightened further to the point where she could feel its tentacles closing down her own neck. 

“̵Y̴o̵u̸ ̵m̸u̴s̷t̵ ̶p̷a̶y̶ ̸y̸o̵u̴r̸ ̸o̶w̴n̴ ̴d̶u̷e̶s̵,̴ ̷l̶i̷t̷t̶l̴e̶ ̶b̵l̷u̷e̵b̶i̴r̵d̷.̵”̶ ̷

No....I can’t...don’t...

“̸I̶t̶’̴s̸ ̴y̴o̷u̷r̷ ̷t̷u̸r̸n̶ ̸n̴o̶w̷.̴”̶ ̷

Please! Please!! No! D-Don’t do this to me! 

“̶͗̈́͂͜͝Y̵̞͙͍͚̍̋̽͘o̴̫͍̎̿̏̕u̸̻̻̬̍̇ ̷̖͉̻̯̆́č̵̪͈̮̪̓͝a̷̬̱̔̂̒n̵̯̳͉͆̀̊͝ń̷̡̢͎̥̄ô̵̧͈̲͖̿̉͆ť̷̲̹̈͠ ̶̞͎̏̽̇́͜è̴̠͖̱̓̋͌s̶̟͑̑͠c̸̛̟̘̼̭̓a̶̢̗̰̞͑́̏͌p̸̢̂ē̶̯͘ ̵̟̘̻̣͛̈́y̸̹̱̗͗o̶̢̺̠͐̋u̴̖͍̝̖̎̀ŕ̴̬̎ ̴̦̓̓̇͝ò̸̳̲̙̹ẅ̷͇̺̫͇́n̶̜̝̗̆́̕ ̸͉͓̑̍̐f̸̛̠̍̆̑a̴͍̐̂̿̚t̶͈̝̘͍̿͒̑ė̷̢̻!̶͉̣̯̆͛͠͠”̴̘̭͍͒ ̵̖̦͔̔̇̒̀

...

..........So much screaming. 

Awakened now in the darkened room, Vivi couldn’t stop those ear-spliting screams of her own and poor Mystery had been spooked hard. Tears lingered in her blue irises, trailing down hot cheeks and a trembling lip. Once the image faded into nothing her mouth closed, vocals finally gaining some earned rest. 

How long had I’d been screaming? 

Mystery’s ears popped over the side of her bed. She patted free space beside her, and soon it’s preoccupied by a very whiny, concerned dog. Her hands wrapped around him, burying into his warm fur and stuffing her face into his fluffy neck. No objections from this guardian. He let her be, even leaning into her touch and resting his head on her shoulder. 

“....I’m....okay now....it was all....”

“.....just a dream....” 

[buckysbitch107]

Chris Evans with a girlfriend that has a really bad stutter like me. Like it may take about 5 mins for me to get a full sentence out. Thank you!

Sentences | Chris Evans x Reader

Summary: Yes, you have a stutter. So what? Just because it takes a little longer for you to say a full sentence, doesn’t mean people need to be rude. Chris has always been the person you go to when you feel down or insecure, even before the two of you started dating. So when an interviewer asks a question that hits a little too close to home, Chris is right there to defend you.

Warnings: SWEARING, Angry Chris, A Small Bit of Fighting, Little bit of fluff at the end

Word Count: 1.5K

A/N: This is my first time writing a stutter, so I hope I got at least some of it right! The person I used as a reference was Drew Lynch (One of my favorite comedians). I know there are different types of stutters, but his is the one I was most confident writing. I’m aware there are a lot of dashes in the dialogue. That’s the way I write stutters. I really hope you enjoy this one! Sorry if it’s bad or inaccurate!

“Thank-thank you M-Mr. Evans. I’ll see you tom-tom-tom-tomorrow.” You speak, pacing back and forth in your hotel room as your best friend sits on the bed. Her eyes widen as you end the phone call, dropping your phone on the bed before moving your head to look at her.

“And?”

“I go-go-got the-the pa-part.” You whisper, looking up at her with a surprised look on your face. 

~~~

“Oh god, oh god, oh god, oh god, oh my god.” You mumble to yourself, pacing back and forth in the dressing room. You just finished up the last scene of the day, a very important scene. The kiss scene. It was going great, and then the next part of the script came up. The part that had Chris’s character, Nick, step closer to yours and take your face in his hands before leaning in and kissing you. The part that the two of you did perfectly. It felt so real… almost too real, and Chris hasn’t talked to you since that scene unless it was for acting purposes. You continue to ramble random points to yourself until a knock sounds at the door, distracting you for a bit. “Come in!”

“Hey, I heard you- oh my god what happened?” Scott asks, closing the door behind him as he steps inside. You turn towards him and sigh, your hands still doing the weird flappy thing they did whenever you got anxious.

“We-We did the-the-the, the scene.”

“What? What sce- oh. OH. OH MY GOD! THAT SCENE?!”

“Yes, that sce-scene!” You exclaim, continuing to pace back and forth.

“I know this is gonna sound weird. But thoughts?” You turn to look at him, the look on your face making him unconsciously take a step back. Your face remains in a state of rage until you actually begin to survey your own thoughts, and your face drops.

“It-It was-s great. Dammit, Sco-ott! It fe-fe-felt so-so real!” Your hands migrate to your forehead, pushing your hair back before running to sit on the back of your neck. 

“Well, why don’t you ask him?”

“He’s-he’s been av-avo-avoiding me all d-ay.” More tears stream down your face as you continue to hyperventilate. You wouldn’t usually react like this, but the biggest crush you’d ever had in your entire life was possibly rejecting you, and you couldn’t even talk to him about it. 

“I’ll go talk to him. Why don’t you grab a bottle of water while I go find him, okay?” You nod as Scott gestures to the minifridge in your dressing room. He walks out and you sigh, grabbing the water and chugging most of it. Meanwhile, Scott wanders around the set, looking for his younger brother. He finds him soon enough, talking with a coworker about something to do with directing. Scott motions to his brother and Chris nods, finishing up his conversation before walking over to his sibling. 

“Yeah?"  Chris asks, putting his hands in his pockets.

 “You need to talk to Y/N.”

“Why? Is something wrong?”

“She thinks you don't like her.”

“What? What do you mean? Of course I like- oh. OH!”

“Yeah. Now please go fix it before she digs a hole in the ground by pacing that much.” Chris’s eyes widen a little more before he nods, running off in the direction of your dressing room.

~~~

“Oh go-go-god, you were ho-ho-hori-horrible at playing that-that trumpet.” You giggle, trying not to pee yourself in the passenger seat of Chris’s car. The man next to you scoffs, rolling his eyes as he turns the steering wheel.

“I wasn’t that bad, was I?”

“You-you-you-you sounded like a, like a, like a dying pi-pi-pig.” You continue to laugh in your seat as he pulls the car into an empty parking spot.

“That’s a little harsh.” He responds, turning his head to glare at you playfully, resting his hand on your thigh.

“I had-had to p-p-p-play it for-for-for you.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” Chris turns off the car and leans over, pressing a kiss to your cheek before opening his door and stepping out. You open your door and step out as well, Chris walking around the car to grab your hand. He links your hand with his and slowly pulls you along, walking to two of you into the shooting studio. As the two of you enter, the studio’s cat steps into your line of vision. You gasp quietly, picking up the tabby before sitting in a chair behind the camera, set up on the small couch with some snacks and the cat. You barely pay attention as Chris sits down in the interview chair and the cameras start rolling, too distracted by the cat sitting in your lap. Zoning out, you don’t pay attention to any of the questions until you hear your name come into the mix.

“Now you met your wife on the set of Before We Go. Was it hard to make her stutter a part of the character?” Jason Nichols questions.

“Most people assume that it would be hard to incorporate a stutter into a character, but Y/N was actually super flexible and would sometimes even ask if we could do some more takes because she didn’t like the one we had. It was amazing what she did to make the movie an even bigger success.” Chris answers, causing a small smile to rest on your face.

“Now there are many eligible women in Hollywood, so why Y/N?”

“Excuse me?”

“I mean, she’s already paid less than you, and I don’t imagine that stutter of hers makes it any easier to land roles. I would have imagined you would go for someone in your pay grade.” Ouch.

“Alright, we’re done here.” Chris says, cutting the interview short by standing up from his chair. They quickly cut the cameras as your husband nods to you, telling you to pack up.

“I’m just saying-” 

“You aren’t saying anything.” You can visibly see Chris getting more pissed off by the second. You try to pull him away from the scene, but the interviewer keeps trying to insult you. It’s all a blur before Chris finally snaps, punching the interviewer and knocking him to the floor before storming out of the studio. 

“I-I am so-so-so sorry.” You whisper to one of the producers. She brushes it off with a quick “he deserved that.” before walking over to the interviewer and talking his ear off as she hands him a couple of tissues. You stand there silently, wondering what you should do when one of the producer’s assistants ushers you out.

“It’ll be fine! We’ll call back to see if Chris wants to reschedule, with a different interviewer of course.”

“T-Thank yo-u.” You whisper, offering him a small smile before walking over to your car, your fuming husband sitting in the driver’s seat.

~~~

“Darling? What’s wrong?” Chris asks, standing in the doorway of your bedroom, his bandaged hand brushing up against the door frame. You look up from your spot on the bed, giving him a small “mm” before looking back at your latest read. “Okay, what is up with you?”

“No-othing.” You mumble.

“Well it’s obviously something. You’ve barely said a word since the interview and you didn't even finish your dinner! Did, did I go too far at the interview?”

“W-What?! No-o! Not at-at all! It’s ju-ust-”

“Just what?”

“Do you-you think Nich-ichols was-was righ-t?” You question, finally deciding to look up at your husband. The look of confusion on his face would have made you laugh if your heart wasn’t silently ripping apart in your chest.

“What?! Of course not Y/N!” He exclaims, taking a mere four steps across the room to sit in front of you, Chris quickly taking your hands into his. “Why would you ever think that?”

“I-I don’t kn-kn-know…” You’re about to continue speaking when Chris starts moving, and it’s only a quick second before your husband has you sitting in his lap with his arms wrapped around you.

“Everything that man said today was bullshit Y/N. I chose you for so many reasons, and I don’t regret a thing, you understand?” You nod, slowly tucking your face into the crook of his neck. “I love you. So damn much baby.”

“I lo-ove you t-too.” Chris smiles at you once again before softly kissing you, pulling back just slightly to look at you.

“Why don’t we head to bed? It’s been a long day.” You nod and Chris stands up, walking out to call Dodger into bed and returning quickly with the dog and his lion. The two of you were already in your pajamas, having decided to change when you got home. Chris turns off the lights and slips into bed next to you, his arm immediately taking its designated place on your side. You cuddle into him and sigh, feeling comforted by your husband. Dodger sits on the edge of the bed, laying almost all the way over Chris’ feet. The three of you fall asleep like that, the hours before having worn you out, finally feeling at peace.

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[seizethesam]

Look At Me

Summary: You feel a little down and start to doubt yourself when you see the lifestyle of the Alexandrians, Daryl comforts you. (Set in late season 5 - Alexandria.)

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female Reader

Word Count: 1556

Author’s Note: Heyy!! This is my first Daryl one-shot. I’ve been working on it for a few days and now it's with you!! I hope you like it!!

Happy reading! xx

You took sluggish steps through the large gate, your eyes wandered on every human being you spotted. Daryl was standing by your side, on his rightful place, with cautious eyes and a dead possum hanging from his one hand, the other holding the strap of his crossbow.

His chin was slightly tucked to his chest, watching everyone with his piercing gaze. He looked intimidating, if not dangerous. He was on alert just like you with all your guards up.

You were brought to this so-called paradise where people lived happily, without any worry, any wrinkles on their brow. You’ve imagined that the only thing they had to worry about was what extraordinary food to cook that evening.

Alexandria… The name had a good ring to it.

The people were laughing, chatting, going on about their days, while you and your family were covered in filth. Your bodies were caked with blood and dirt on the road. You were pretty sure that you looked like months old human garbage.

You were afraid. You were afraid that all this could be real. You were terrified that this place could give you hope for a better life.

You were used to being out there, in the wild, walking on the dangerous lands. Lands that now only belonged to nature and the dead. The dead, starvation, and danger had almost become a second nature to you.

Almost.

But at the same time, you were tired of losing people, tired of seeing blood everywhere, tired of sleeping with one eye open. And you were sick of getting blood on your hands.

Altogether, you wanted to rest, wanted comfort. You wished to have a fine supper with your family, a good night sleep with Daryl’s arms wrapped around you. You were afraid that a chance to get all this also meant losing them all over again.

First, the leader of the community, Deanna, took all of you for interviews. Rick was the first one to go, then Glenn, then you…

You stepped into the large living room and spotted an armchair and a video camera right in front of it. You didn’t know what to with yourself. You walked towards the armchair, drawing a circle around it, afraid to stain it with your dirt.

Everything in the room was so clean and neat that you felt out of place with your body caked with blood and dirt, greasy hair sticking to the sides of your face.

“You can sit down,” the voice came from the entrance to the living room.

Deanna greeted you with a warm welcome which caused a wave of shock through your body.  

You hesitantly sat down on the armchair across the camera. The comfort was causing uncomforting feeling.

“What is your name?” asked the woman.

“(Y/N)”

“You’ve been through great deal, haven’t you, Y/N?” she questioned.

You paused for a minute to think about the things you’ve been through; the farm being gone, the road, the governor, the infection, the governor again, the road again, terminus, the road, and the constant pain of losing people along the way…

You swallowed the pain growing inside you. “I guess,” you answered plainly.

“What did you do before all this?” she continued. Her eyes were wandering over you, studying you. You didn’t make sense of the question.

“A painter, a teacher, an astronaut, a zookeeper,” you listed the first professions that had come to your mind, “does it matter anymore?” your voice was tired and flat, and far from being irritating.

You were just exhausted.

After the interview with Deanna, you were all gathered in one of the houses that they have assigned you. You were all on a knife edge, constantly looking for reasons to bail out, reasons to take this place down.

It wasn’t much later that you thought how crazy all this was. Yes, you needed to protect yourselves, you needed to stay sharp. But being on the edge at all times, looking for reasons to not to trust people would just make you insane. Drive you crazy.

“They’re trying to split us apart,” Carol commented.

“We should all sleep here for tonight, ‘till we make sure they’re alright,” added Rick. His voice was almost a whisper that you could barely make out what he was saying.

The air moved fast through your nose and lungs. A light buzzing sound filled your ear when you saw stars falling down in front of you. Daryl was mouthing something, but you couldn’t make out what.

You supported yourself with one hand on the couch next to you and draw the other to your head when your vision went dark for a second.

“Hey hey,” Rick approached you with concern, “you okay?”

The others were watching you with worried eyes. “Yeah, I’m alright. —Guess it’s the blood pressure,” you said when Daryl had rushed to your side.

“S’ go outside,” Daryl suggested and you nodded after Rick padded your shoulder.

You exited the house to the front porch, and you sat yourself on the comfortable swinging chair. Daryl sat down next to you, handing a bottle of water for you.

You sat in silence for a while, observing the greenery of Alexandria. You saw a woman exit another house with a smile on her face, waving good-bye to the other person. They were really living their lives down here, weren’t they?

You couldn’t help but be jealous. They were in here eating chocolate cakes, while you were fighting out there, and yet, still losing.

“You think this is all real?” you asked with a low voice, referring to the community.

Daryl waited for a while before answering, he was thinking, biting his thumb. “I donno,” he murmured.  

“I want it to be,” you said. You were surprised how vulnerable you sounded.

“Wantin’ it ta be real is one thing, the truth is another,” he pointed.

You chewed your lip as you nodded, “I know.”

“Look,” he said in a whisper, “look at me,” he repeated, and you turned to face him. “We’re gonna make it work, we always do,” he assured you as put his hand on the back of your head.

He drew your face closer to his and pressed his forehead against yours.

“uh-huh,” you hummed as you closed your eyes.

The same day after the sunset, you were in the bathroom of your new house. There was a clean shower, clean towels, a working tab that actually spilled clean water. There were multiple choices of shampoo and shower gel.

You slowly opened the small cabinet behind the bathroom mirror. Your reflection on the mirror was not comforting.

In the cabinet, there were tampons and pads from multiple brands, razors, ears picks, floss, and every other small detailed necessity.

You didn’t know what to think, or what to say. It had been a really long time since you’d seen this many supplies in general, much less personal hygiene products.

You closed the cabinet and saw your reflection clearer now.

You looked like shit.

Your braided hair was sticking to your head with grease. Your undereyes were a different shade of purple now, if not black.

Your lips were cracked like a piece of deserted soil. Your tired hand traced the bitter flaws of your features from eyes to lips. Then, your hand reached for the slightly red, skin colored scar from your neck, over your collar bone, to the chest. A courtesy of the Governor.

You unbraided your hair without taking your eyes off your reflection. You spread and let your hair fall down your shoulders.

They looked fairly lesser than you remembered. You run your hand through your hair and saw the grey hairs that took place in several parts.

You frowned at the discovery. You certainly weren’t old enough to grow grey hairs. No. These were the result of years of worry, fear, and stress.

The person in the mirror looked—old… and tired, and sick…You couldn’t recognize her.

“What’re ya doin’,” the sudden noise from the door made you startle.

You turned to see that it was Daryl. “Was lookin’ for ya,” he said with a soft voice which was not very usual with him.

“I was just checking in with myself,” you sent him a joyless smile.

He stepped in the bathroom and closed the door behind him. He must have felt your downcast. He always did. Whenever you were feeling down or just stressed, he’d be there to just make everything okay. Whether it’d be a silent hug, or his reassuring words.

Daryl would always make your feel better.

He walked towards you, “ya okay?”

Words were stuck in your throat; you opened your mouth to speak but they didn’t come out. So, instead you nodded your head ‘no’.

You leaned your back against the counter, so you were standing face to face with Daryl.

He didn’t say anything to your subtle respond. Instead, he came closer and wrapped his big arms around your weary figure, “C’mere,” he whispered.

The warmth of his body was engulfing yours in every possible way, reminding you that you were safe in his embrace.

“I’m here,” he said.

Opposing to his rough exterior and muscly arms, his hug was that much softer and gentle.

Right then and now, you didn’t doubt yourself. You didn’t look old…or sick…or broken.

You were, now, a whole.

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[jenonctcity]

No Nut November - Jeno

Lee Jeno – Smut, Crack, Fluff

Warnings: Explicit content, a lot of mentions of penis’s, dirty talk, unprotected sex (be safe everyone!).

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: 00’s line take part in No Nut November.

The Rules of No Nut November:

You cannot have sex, masturbate, or nut in any way, shape, or form.

Watching pornography and having boners are allowed, but you can’t nut.

You are only allowed one wet dream. If you have more than one, then consider yourself out.

You do not have 3 strikes; you only have one shot at it. If you miss it, you’re out.

 If you have passed the month with a total of 0 nuts, you are a victor and you shall qualify for Destroy Dick December (Not Recommended).

Look man, just don’t nut in 30 days. 

Series

 As you scrolled through twitter, you came across a hashtag that confused you at first. But upon exploring the hashtag, you came to an understanding of what #NoNutNovember was. You also ended up cackling at the memes you’d found. Jeno sat beside you in your apartment and didn’t even bat an eyelid at your laughing, used to you finding random things on the internet that would spur on giggle fits.

“Babe look at this!” You elbowed him to gain his attention, thrusting your phone into his face with a grin still etched on your own.

“No Nut November...?” He raised an eyebrow, taking your phone from you and scrolling down the hashtag’s contents himself. “I could do that.” He shrugged, passing your phone back. You furrowed your eyebrows at him and let out a bark of a laugh.

“No you couldn’t.” You were 99.9% sure that your boyfriend wouldn’t even make it 3 days without trying to stick his penis inside of you.

“I could!” He sounded offended that you didn’t believe in his will power to not orgasm in 30 days. You both stared at each other, waiting to see who was going to cave and speak first. You smirked at him, biting your bottom lip and giggling almost evilly at him.

“Do it then.” You challenged him, raising your eyebrows once at him and continuing to smirk. His face fell momentarily, he didn’t actually think you’d have the balls to challenge him, so he was shocked and also worrying slightly about not having sex for the next month.

“Fine.” He said through clenched teeth, forcing a smile to mirror your own. “Easy.”

“Good luck Mr Lee.” You leaned over and kissed his cheek, letting your lips linger on his soft skin. You thought about not having sex for a month and sighed, realising you stitched yourself up with this because not having Jeno’s dick for a month was a disappointing thought, but the competitiveness you felt spurred on your next words. “I can do it to.” You shrugged like it was nothing, leading him to smirk back at you.

“Whoever lasts longer wins.” He held his hand out to you and you shook it firmly. “Loser has to give the winner oral and do whatever they want in bed.”

“Deal. May the best person win.”

 Day 3:

You and Jeno laid beside each other on the bed, both of you on your backs and staring absentmindedly at the ceiling. You let out a sigh, bored out of your mind as you stared at the same discoloured mark on the ceiling, you furrowed your eyebrows as you thought, how did that get there and what the hell even is it? Jeno sighed beside you, just as equally bored as you.

“Is that a cum stain?” You asked suddenly, no longer being able to stay silent in your curiosity.

“Is what a cum stain?” He glanced at you, following your train of eyesight back to the ceiling, but not noticing the mark.

“That mark.” You pointed up at the ceiling lazily. “There.” He tilted his head, letting out a sound of acknowledgement as he noticed the mark, humming as he thought about it.

“Could be, I’m not sure.” He shrugged. “Most the time I cum on you or in you so I don’t know how it got there if it is cum.”

“Good point…” That marked the end of your conversation, silence ensuing for another 10 minutes before Jeno piped up.

“We could be having sex right now you know…” He followed his words with a bored, fed up sigh.

“We could be yeah…but we aren’t going to…are we?” You both looked at each other, him giving you a smirk and raking his eyes down your body and back up to give you a sultry look. You narrowed your eyes at him, turning to look away before you caved in and mounted him.

“Not unless you give in, because I’m not going be the first to initiate it!” He leaned over, getting closer to you and letting his breath wash over your neck, a shiver shooting down your spine.

“Well neither am I!” You rolled away from him quickly, putting distance between you both and frowning at him. “I guess we could make out though?” You suggested, immediately missing the contact with him. He grinned, nodding fast and you were sure if he had a tail it would be wagging faster than an eager puppy about to go for a walk. You wasted no time in jumping into his arms, connecting your lips to his and moving them in perfect time together. The sweet kissing lasted for about 2 minutes before it turned filthy and desperate, tongues pushing together and his hands wondering down your back to grip at your ass. You purposely moaned into his mouth, knowing it’s something that really gets him going. Without hesitation you trailed your palms up his chest, your fingers tickling him over his t-shirt causing him to feel giddy, his stomach releasing a puff of butterflies through his bloodstream right down to his dick. You drew away from the kiss, letting him messily kiss down to your jaw and neck, his teeth nipping at your skin that felt a thousand times more sensitive than usual.

“Jeno we need to stop, remember our commitment to not nutting!” He groaned like he was about to start sobbing, resting his head back on the pillow and squeezing his eyes shut.

“I hate life.” He mumbled, rolling over onto his front and burying his head into his pillow in a sulk.

“Me too big boy.” You patted his back and giggled. “Only 27 days to go…”

 Day 8:

“Right I can’t take it anymore (Y/N)!” Jeno burst into your bedroom, tearing his shirt off in haste as he made his way over to you on the bed. You stopped in your tracks, your mouth open and sandwich nearly at your lips. “I need to have an orgasm; I think my balls are about to fall off!” You didn’t know that not orgasming in 8 days would make Jeno as dramatic as what it had, but he looked flustered and desperate.

“Erm…I don’t know if that’s even possible baby.” You shrugged, taking a bite of your sandwich as he plopped himself down on the bed beside you. His lips found their way to your neck, not wasting time in sucking tender bruises to your delicate skin.

“I don’t care.” He mumbled against you, licking a stripe up your neck to your jaw, a hand gripping at your thigh tightly in his desperation. “I need to be inside of you and if I’m not within the next 5 minutes, I might die.” You laughed loudly, shaking your head and batting his face away from you.

“Back off.” He whimpered at your rejection, a pout resting on his face making him resemble a kicked puppy.

“Why? This whole thing is stupid! What do we even gain from it?” He whined, hoping if he pushed you enough, you’d just get fed up of his begging and just spread your legs, giving him full access to your precious goods.

“Firstly, I am committed to this cause, and I’m stubborn, and competitive…and too proud to quit!” He rolled his eyes, tutting and giving you a dirty look. “Secondly, I’m on my period and my sheets are white.” He stayed silent, flopping onto his back on your bed and groaning.

“My poor penis…”

“Jeno Junior will live.” You very gently patted the bulge in his jeans.

“No, he won’t. Him and the twins are lonely.” You nearly spat your sandwich out at his analogy, finding it hilarious that he referred to his dick and balls as people.

“They have each other for company!” You laughed, slapping a hand down onto his naked chest in your amusement, not being able to control your giggles as you tried to swallow the mouthful of sandwich.

 Day 14:

“How are you holding up baby?” You ghosted your fingertip over his bare chest, your fingernail leaving a subtle red trail in its wake. You laid half on his chest; his arm wrapped securely around your waist as you stared at each other. Sometimes you couldn’t believe how lucky you were to be the one in his arms, your mind spinning at how beautiful his smize was, your brain completely in awe at him. He sleepily grinned at you, snuggling into your warmth and finding comfort in the fact you had on Disney pyjamas covering your chest, it being hard for him to get an erection over that.

“I’m okay, you know I actually think that we can last until day 30, I am proud of us.” He stared at your lips through half mooned eyes, wanting nothing more than to have his cock lodged between them. But he quickly steered his thoughts away from that, instead imagining his lips on your own.

“What are you staring at Lee Jeno?” You giggled, completely in love with him. He made your world light up, whenever the looming fear of negative emotions begin to pull you into a depressive mindset, he would be there pulling you out with his unfunny jokes and strong, loving hold. He felt the same way about you, his love for you a stronger feeling than anything he’d ever felt for anyone before.

“Kiss me…” He whispered lowly, his eyes still half open and his lips forming into a soft smirk.

“Are you trying to seduce me?” You giggled, a hand coming up to stroke his cheek, eyes following every pattern on his face, taking in every single detail enough for you to paint the most perfect picture of him.

“No.” With a shake of his head he cupped your hand with his own. “I’m just so in love with you.” You saw his eyes glisten over as the words left his pink lips, a gulp following as he looked up to try and deter the tears from forming in his eyes. You giggled, leaning your forehead to his quickly before pulling away to look at him again.

“It’s a good thing I’m so in love with you too then isn’t it.” At that, he let out a sob, feeling slightly embarrassed at his reaction to you both admitting your love for each other, despite having done it so many times before. “Aww Jeno don’t cry!” His hands came up to cover his eyes, soft sobs falling into the palms of his hands. Tears came to your own eyes as you watched him fall apart in front of you, you didn’t know what to do other than sit up and try to pull at his hands.

“I’m sorry.” With a shaky breath he let you take his hands into your own. A tear trailed down your cheek, his hand coming up and resting on your cheek, his thumb catching the tear and discarding it before it could roll off of your chin. He gulped to clear his throat of his emotions, his bottom lip shaking as he breathed in deeply, trying to recuperate and get a hold of himself. “I don’t know where that came from.” He chuckled bashfully, his cheeks a vibrant red.

“I think I know…” You leaned in slowly, hesitating with your lips a hairs width away from his own. Slowly brushing your lips against his, you smiled, before placing them gently on his own in a closed mouth kiss. His hands came up to rest on your back as you swung your leg over his hips, your hands laying on his chest as you slowly made the kiss more heated. You stayed like this for a while, just kissing and enjoying being in each other’s embrace, until you gently started to rock your hips against his. His hands slowly cascaded down to rest on your ass over your pyjamas, his big palms massaging the soft flesh and forcing your hips to grind into his. His cock started to grow hard, his mind buzzing from the tingling feeling you left behind on his skin with every touch, and his muscles wanting nothing more than to flip you over. You reluctantly sat back, hurrying to pull your pyjama shirt over your head and leaving your half naked. Jeno used this as an opportunity to roll you onto your back, his strong form covering your body and sending prickles of pleasure rippling to your clit when he bumped his hard bulge to your heat.

Jeno attached his lips to one of your nipples, giving it a strong suck before flicking his tongue against it. He stared up at you as he rolled his tongue over the hard nub, your hands lacing through his thick dark hair, tugging it as he caught your nipple between his teeth with a husky growl. He moved up to lick his tongue into your mouth, using one of his hands to hold himself up above you, and the other to push down his boxers. After that, he pushed down your pyjamas pants and hiked your legs up over his waist. He smiled down at you, kissing your cheek as gently as a butterfly would dare to touch you.

“Make love to me Jeno…” You gasped in a breathy moan as he very slowly lined his cock up, sliding it inside of your wet hole in a timid manner to avoid hurting you. A very fine spark of pain took your breath away momentarily, the stretch of his cock almost feeling foreign after not having experienced it in over 2 weeks.

“Am I hurting you honey?” He didn’t make a move after he’d filled you to the brim with his cock, your reaction scaring him to be frozen.

“A little, it’s been 2 weeks and nothing of a significant size has been up there.” You giggled nervously, trying to calm him and not wanting him to freak out and refuse to fuck you without taking ages to prep you first. You rubbed your hands over his back, smiling up at him before leaning up and pecking the tip of his nose with your warm lips. “I’m okay now.” You wiggled your hips and relaxed back against the plush pillows. He kissed your lips one more time before wrapped his arms around your body, lifting you from the bed slightly as he started to roll his hips into yours. “Mm just like that.” Soft whimpers left your lips as Jeno slowly started to make love to you. It felt different from all the times you’d both gone feral and fucked until one of you had at least ten bruises and once even mild concussion. The love you both felt for each other circled the air above your heads, almost suffocating you in it in the best way possible. You wanted to stay in his arms forever, being rocked into and feeling the igniting flames of pleasure coursing through your veins to set the fire alight in your stomach. He kept the perfect pace, tucking his head into the crook of your neck and gently biting onto the soft where your neck and shoulder met.  

“You’re so beautiful…I’m the luckiest man on earth.” It was rare that Jeno ever said anything sweet during sex. Usually he would say the filthiest words, knowing how it brought you closer to orgasm and would cause a flush of wetness to gush from you when he’d call you dirty names. But during this tender moment, his sweet words had the same effect on your body, the rush of butterflies you felt got singed in your stomach from the euphoric fire burning within. The sound of his skin slapping against yours got louder as he picked up the pace, keeping his thrusts hard and not letting his chest leave contact your own, the lower half of his body doing all the work.

“Jeno right there!” You gasped, his cock doing wonders inside your tight, soaking heat. You knew it wouldn’t be long before everything came crashing down onto you, all your thoughts being washed away with the fire.

“Wait hold on baby.” He grunted, sweat glistening on his forehead as he moved his arms to frame either side of your head, peeling his chest away from your own. You noticed how quick his chest was rising and falling and the way his abs flexed from working overtime to bring himself to the edge with you. “Cum with me.” He sat back onto his knees, dragging you by the thighs so you were as close to him as he could get, your head being pulled from the pillow onto the mattress. He gave it his all, thrusting his cock into your pussy as quickly as he could, reaching a new angle inside of you. The fire inside of you spark a huge flame throughout your body, your orgasm causing your eyes to close and mouth to hang open.

“Jeno!” You moaned loudly, reaching out for him with your eyes closed and feeling around blindly for him. He came inside of you after his hips became sloppy, stilling completely and screwing his face up with a hiss. His white cum painting your walls, which was something you didn’t let him do often, he always found it to be a treat when you’d let him cum inside you. He panted loudly, laying down over you and cuddling into you as he very slowly rocked his hips into yours a few more times to ride out his orgasm as your walls pulsed around him. You both laid still and in silence, basking in the afterglow even if it was unbearably hot with him on top of you. He chuckled quietly, turning his head to kiss your cheek with his lips lingering on your warm, flushed cheeks.

“I love you so much.” He whispered, smiling against your clammy skin. You could feel his heart beating through his chest, it very gradually slowing down as his breaths shallowed.

“I love you more.” You giggled, bringing your arms around his neck and turning your face to catch his lips with you own. “So…” You pulled away from his lips to smirk at him. “I won.”

“You did not!” You’d never seen him pulled away from your grip as quick as what he did in that moment, using his intimidating stare to look down at you as he sat back on his knees. “You instigated this! You kissed me first.”

“Because you were crying! Maybe you planned this out and used my soft, sensitive, caring nature to make me feel sympathy towards you!!” You sat up and folded your arms over your chest.

“As if I’d plan something as intricate as that out!” He laughed, sitting with his legs crossed on the bed, a shine on his skin from the sweat still lingering behind even after your intimate workout was finished. “Call it a draw? We both lost anyway.” He shrugged, finding your hand and lacing his fingers with yours, playing with your fingers as he waited for you to answer him. You sighed with a roll of your eyes, biting your bottom lip to supress a snigger from escaping.

“Fine!”

 No Nut November: Lee Jeno – Fail.

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Ingénue

Bryan Kneef x Reader. Oh come on my wonderful readers... you didn’t think Bryan was one and done right? This is dedicated to @madpanda75​ who told me she needed a money shot Kneef fic and the lovelies of the discord chat I am in, who encourage the most salacious shit... the pillow is all you heathens. C/W: Blow-job! So much penis talk. Cum. This fills the money shot square in my K!nktober challenge (of course I have to participate too!).

WC: 1668. 

Note: This is a one-off piece, which takes place between chapters 5 & 6 of Fall From Grace. I start off with the ending of ch. 5 just as a refresher, intro. 

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S/O again to @prurientpuddlejumper​ - Kneef is such a cranky asshole. Thanks for the gifs!

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You rapped your fingers in annoyance as the presentation wore on. Between the monotonous drone of the associate and the dimmed lights, you were headed to snoozeville.

“If you can turn to slide 35, you can see that the Firm billables have increased substantially…”

You opened your interoffice messenger. You looked around the board room. Everyone was too busy listening to your colleague’s ramblings.

[YN]: Rescue me.

To your delight, Bryan responded rather quickly.

[BK]: Bored are we?

[Y/N]: Yes.

[BK]: That’s a shame. I’m busy in a meeting with Diane. You know this is a STR computer. People are probably monitoring.

You rolled your eyes at Bryan throwing your prior words back at you.

[YN]: And seeing what I have to say to you would be the most exciting thing to happen in their mundane lives.

‘Ha!’ you thought victoriously, using Bryan’s own words back at him as well.

There was no response from Bryan. After a minute or two passed, you felt something in your guts twist. You were about to give your attention back to the boring presentation when one of the STR Laurie gatekeeper’s rapped on the glass door.

“Ms. Y/L/N – Mr. Kneef would like to see you. Immediately.”

The group of your colleagues let out a low whistle, as if you were in trouble with the teacher.

You bit your cheek from smiling. If they only knew.

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“This way.”

You followed the blonde gatekeeper up the spiral staircase to Bryan’s office. Your heart pounded in your chest and your nerves were already tingling in anticipation. Tiny explosions emanated from each synapse.

As you walked down the long hallway, it occurred to you that you had never been in Bryan’s actual office. The many encounters you had, he had always come to visit you. In a weird way you felt this was a huge step – to be allowed into his personal space.

Finally, you approached his office and you entered. To your surprise, the room was empty. You were instructed to take a seat at his desk and as you did so, you took in the room décor. Bryan’s office was a massive corner office with floor to ceiling windows offering an expansive view of Lake Michigan. The walls were painted a dark charcoal and included a built-in bookcase that was filled to the brim. A rolling wood step ladder accompanied it. In the middle was a glass coffee table flanked by a black leather couch and two matching armchairs. Two Appropriately so, there was an iron bar cart with an ice bucket, various alcoholic bottles and glasses hanging in storage.

There was a sound of a toilet flushing and then a sink being turned. You realized Bryan had a bathroom in his office.

“Ms. Y/L/N, thank you for coming.” Bryan greeted you, before turning to the gatekeeper. “You can go now.” He waved his hand dismissively and the gatekeeper dropped their head, nodding before closing the door with a click.

Bryan sat down and kicked his legs up on his desk, crossing them at the ankles.

“How was your meeting with Diane?” You asked.

“Not important.” Bryan replied. “I called you because you had said you were bored.”

“I was.” You replied. “Nothing like hearing about firm billables to really jazz up one’s day. It was titillating.” You rolled your eyes as you stood. Bryan raked in your outfit – a tight sweater which showed off the swells of your tits and cigarette-style pants. Completing your outfit was a pair of patent leather pumps and a bold red lip. You came around and hopped onto the corner of the desk carefully, making sure to not disturb the items on the desk.

Bryan leaned past you and hit the page button on his phone. “This is Kneef. Hold my calls, no interruptions. Working through lunch with Ms. Y/L/N on the Higgins case.”

“Will do sir.” The voice on the other side complied.

“Oh, sir.” You teased.

Bryan’s eyes flashed with heat and you leaned back, a half-smirk gracing your face. “Do you like that? Being called sir?”

Bryan didn’t reply as another flash of heat coursed through. “Take off your sweater.” His voice was dark and gravelly as it dropped an octave. “Show me those tits.”

“Yes, sir.” You replied, batting your eyes coquettishly. You gripped the hem of your sweater and pulled it off. Bryan groaned at the sight of you in a simple cotton bra. While he loved you in dainty lingerie that left little to the imagination, there was something erotically charged about you in something so… virginal. You reached around to undo your bra clasp to free your breasts from their encasement when Bryan held a finger at you, pausing you. He walked over to an arm chair and took one of the oversized pillows. He threw himself back into his chair and tossed the pillow in front of his legs. “On your knees.”

You knew exactly what he was getting at and sunk down to your knees getting a close-up of a truly impressive cock creating an outline against his expensive suit. You rubbed him through the materials of his pants, feeling his cock grow even harder under your palm. You made move to undo the belt, button, and zipper. You rubbed the head of his cock first, and then ran your fingers down the cloth-covered shaft. You reached in and pulled out his cock, which was angrily red and weeping pre-cum. You licked your lips and drew up some saliva in your mouth, before spitting into your hand. Bryan grunted and his hips jerked in response as you wrapped your manicured hand around the girth of his cock. You pumped his cock a few times before you wrapped your lips around the head of his cock. The salty taste of his pre-cum flooded your mouth as your tongue swirled around the head before flicking over the tip and then underside to the frenulum.

You flattened your tongue and then took the entire length in your mouth. Bryan’s cock was thick, with a large vein down the shaft, and you could tell it was painfully hard. Bryan let out a hiss of relief as he buried his hands into your hair. “Take it all.” Bryan commands and you relax your throat so you can take his length until he hits the back of your throat.

Bryan gives your hair a tug. “There you go.” He sounds almost kind, almost caring. He watches his cock disappear in your mouth and his eyes roll back. You hum your assent and stroke your hands over his thighs before reaching to cup his balls and give a gentle squeeze. “Oh fuck yeah. Just like that.”

His praise causes excitement to flood you. Much like your panties which you are certain are ruined. You look up at his face and Bryan’s eyes meet yours. You hollow your cheeks, bobbing on his length with more gusto. “Keep doing that… uhh... don’t stop.”

You feel empowered having rendered such a powerful man helpless because of what you can do with his mouth. The seam of your pants presses tightly against you causing some friction and you wish you weren’t wearing pants so you could touch yourself.

“You look so pretty like that.” Bryan grits. “With a mouth full of my cock.” And with that, he’s fucking into your mouth in long strokes. Your eyes water and saliva pools from out of your mouth.

“I’m gonna cum!” Bryan blurts out. You brace yourself to swallow the hot liquid but instead Bryan shoves you off of him. You don’t even have time to react because he’s fisting himself rapidly – and then it happens – with a deep grunt, he shoots his load. You open your mouth and stick out your tongue as thick ropes of his seed coat your face, your tongue, and even along your neck.

You hear Bryan collapse on the chair and you finally open your eyes, thankful nothing got there. Bryan smiles like the cat who caught the canary and he strokes your hair.

“Well, I’ll be damned. That was fun.” Bryan tucks himself in and then reaches into his drawer, pulling out a kerchief. “Here, go clean up in the bathroom.”

You nod, a bit stunned and you walk over to clean up. In the bathroom, you realize you look like a mess and there was no way to clean up without washing your face. You use the expensive hand soap to work up a lather and you clean up. You fix your hair and after a few minutes you head back out.

Bryan’s on his phone, arguing with someone and your sweater is neatly folded on the corner of Bryan’s desk.

You tug the sweater back on and you wait for what was probably a minute but seemed like forever for Bryan to acknowledge you. Instead he meets you with raised brows and you nod, heading back to your office.

When you return, Marissa is there waiting. “I heard you got sent to Kneef’s office. Are you fired?”

“No, I had to help him with the Higgins case. Damn associates don’t know what they’re doing.” You lied.

“Anyway, I picked you up a latte.” Marissa replies, placing the cup on your desk. “You look like hell. I hope Bryan didn’t ride you that hard. You should put some lipstick on.”

You let out a small laugh. “Thanks for the pro-tip.” You move your mouse to wake up your computer and the message on it causes you to freeze.

[BK: Such a hard little worker with that job.]

Your phone rings and your breath hitches as you answer. “STR Laurie, Y/N speaking.”

“My little office slut. Just you wait and see what I have planned for you later.”

“Come again... sir?”

“Oh you bet your sweet little ass you will. Again and again and again.” Bryan purrs before the line disconnects. 

You look at the clock. It was half-past one. Time couldn’t move fast enough.

FIN.

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[whump-tr0pes]

Honor Bound 5 - 5

This is a series. Start here, continued from here.

This is a sequel to Honor Bound, Honor Bound 2, Honor Bound 3, Honor Bound 4, and the prequel Vera.

AO3

Ok @eatyourdamnpears, @who-needs-a-life-anyways, and @ashintheairlikesnow, there was a vote for Finn angst vs. Gavin angst, and Finn angst won. However comma. In an unprecedented turn of events, the muse provided for me fluff instead.

Content warning: permanent injury, chronic pain, brief description of surgery, body image issues with scars, implied captivity

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At Finn’s side, Isaac jumped as if he’d been shocked. “Y-yeah,” he mumbled, still staring at Sam. “Sure.” He stood and looked around numbly, as if he’d already forgotten what Gray had asked him to do.

Finn turned their attention back to Sam. They seemed to be doing better now. There was a faint sheen of sweat on their face, and they still clutched at their wrist, but their breathing was slowing down, easing, and their tears were drying on their cheeks. Finn bit their lip as they reached up and wiped Sam’s tears away with their thumbs.

Sam looked behind Finn forlornly as Isaac began to pick up the biggest shards of the shattered bowl. “I guess I won’t be able to get up until that’s clean,” they murmured.

“Yeah,” Finn said distantly. “Probably a good idea to wait until it’s clean, yeah.”

“So I guess…” Sam sniffed. “I guess we should… talk it about it now.” They looked down at their lap.

Finn groaned and moved to Sam’s side, sitting down and leaning back against the cabinets beside them. Whipped cream dried on the bottoms of Finn’s shoes. “We don’t have to, Sam,” they said softly. “We don’t… e-ever have to talk about it, if you, um… don’t…” They trailed off and trembled as a wave of guilt washed over them. They buried their face in their hands.

Sam was silent for a long time. The drying whipped cream under Isaac’s shoes make a tacky sound as he criss-crossed the kitchen picking up pieces of the bowl that seemed to lay in every corner.

“Finn?” Sam said softly. Finn raised their head to look at them. Fresh tears stained their cheeks. “I’m… I’m s-sorry.”

“Don’t be, Sam,” Finn said heavily. Edrissa and Zachariah were busy wiping up the whipped cream with towels. Gavin had maneuvered past the mess and into the living room. Finn could hear a bucket being filled with water in the laundry room. “I… understand.”

“But—” Sam bit their lip. “I didn’t want you to find out… like this. I was hoping you’d never have to, um, f-find out at all. I thought… I thought maybe…”

Finn dragged their shoulders up around their ears. “It still might get better, I guess,” they croaked. “If… if it’s caused by, um, by inflammation, or, or s-something like that, then once the, ah, swelling goes down, you might… might get…” Finn looked down at their hands. “I don’t… think…”

“It wasn’t your fault,” Sam whispered.

Finn’s hands slowly curled into fists. “You don’t, um… d-don’t know that, Sam. I could have… while I was, um, fixing you up, I found a nerve that was in the way… I was careful, I was—” Their voice twisted. Their cleared their throat, swallowed against the hot lump there. “I was so fucking careful. I thought… I stayed clear of it. I thought I…” They let their head fall back against the cabinets with a thump. “I thought I did it right,” they whispered.

“You did,” Sam said weakly. “I’m… I’m p-pretty sure…” They cleared their throat. “I’m pretty sure the nerve was, um… already messed up. By the bullet.”

Finn’s head snapped forward, and they stared at Sam. “What… do you mean?”

“Um…” Sam’s throat worked, and they swallowed noisily. “I… th-think I remember… even before the surgery, I…” They looked down at their right hand. “It… hurt. In my hand, and right here…” They drew their pointer finger across the inside of their forearm. “All the way up to here.” They gently ran their finger over the inside of their arm, all the way up to the sleeve of their t-shirt. “I… think I remember… feeling like something was wrong.”

Finn stared at Sam. Their heart squeezed painfully in their chest, hope washing through them, flushing the bitter shame out of their veins. “Sam… are you… You’re not just saying that because—”

“No,” Sam said, and met Finn’s eyes. “I’m not.”

Finn slumped back against the cabinets. “Then… then it’s not…” They wet their lips. “Then it’s not… my… fault?”

Edrissa drew near, wiping the floor clean of whipped cream. Sam glanced at her for a moment before they returned their gaze to Finn. “No,” they rasped. “It’s not your fault.”

Finn’s breath rushed out from between their lips, leaving their chest aching. “O-oh,” they murmured. Tears burned in their eyes.

“You did a good job, Finn,” Sam said softly.

“Oh,” Finn said again. They jerked the collar of their shirt up and wiped their eyes. “Oh.” When they dropped their shirt again, Isaac stood over them both.

“Um…” Isaac bit his lip. “We’re about done, Gray just needs to, um, to mop.” Isaac glanced behind him just as Gray walked back into the kitchen carrying a bucket of steaming water and a mop. The smell of lemon washed over Finn, drowning out the sweet smell of the whipped cream.

“Yeah,” Finn mumbled. They pushed themself to their feet. They glanced up to see Ellis standing at the counter, looking in from the living room. Their hands were locked on the counter and their gaze was concerned and fixed on Sam. Gavin stood beside them, looking stricken. Ellis didn’t even seem to notice him.

Finn blinked and reached down for Sam. Sam took their hand, and Finn pulled Sam to their feet. Sam wobbled, holding their injured foot up, and looked across the expanse of the kitchen floor towards the hallway to the bedrooms.

“I… can, can hop, but I’ll get the floor all whipped-cream-y,” Sam said, glancing at the foot they were balanced on. Whipped cream clung to the sides of their foot.

“I can carry you,” Isaac said at Finn’s shoulder. His voice was pitched low, his gaze moving over Sam’s clothes. Sam chewed their lip and nodded once.

Finn suddenly burst out laughing as they realized Sam was covered in whipped cream from head to toe. They bent forward at the waist, cackling and gasping for air. “Oh my… how did you three even… manage to make this mess?” they wheezed, holding their side. “How… holy shit?”

“We won, though,” Edrissa said quietly, standing by Zachariah by the sink, scrubbing the bottom of her foot with a wet towel.

“Yeah, because there were two of you!” Sam cried, scandalized, their eyes wide in a look of mock hurt. “It wasn’t fair!”

“You can discuss the legality of their win once the kitchen is all cleaned up,” Gray said with a smile, dipping the mop into the bucket of steaming water and whatever it was that smelled like lemon. They wrung out the mop and let it fall to the floor with a smack.

“And once I’m cleaned up, too,” Sam said. They wiped at their face, where a streak of whipped cream was now drying. “I need a shower. Holy crap.”

Gray laid a towel down on a clean patch of floor at the doorway between the kitchen and the living room. “Here, Isaac,” they said. “Take off your shoes here as you take them to the bathroom. Finn, you need to wipe your feet there, too. Unless you’d like to wipe down the cabinets.”

Finn blinked and realized there were spatters of whipped cream on the cabinets closest to where the bowl had fallen. “Damn,” they breathed. “Sure, I’ll help with the cabinets.”

Finn turned as the front door opened and watched Tori and Vera step into the house.

Tori froze as she saw everyone standing in the kitchen, covered in various degrees with whipped cream. Vera was right behind her carrying two canvas bags. She glanced at Tori and followed her gaze into the kitchen. Her eyebrows slowly pulled together.

“Uh… what’d I miss?”

“Edrissa and Zachariah cheated,” Sam grumbled good-naturedly.

“She jumped on my back,” Zachariah said, his gaze flicking between Sam and Edrissa. “As you’ll recall, I wanted no part on this. I only wanted to save myself.” He pressed his lips together, but a smile still pulled at the corners of his mouth. “I am merely a casualty of war.”

“Did you use up all the whipped cream?” Tori gasped. “What… no!”

“I told Gray I would make more!” Edrissa protested.

“We leave for two hours, and the whole house goes to shit,” Vera muttered as she set the bags on the floor and bent down to tug off her shoes.

“What’d you bring us?” Ellis said as they made their way from the counter back to the couch. Gavin remained at the counter, glancing at Sam every now and then, but mostly keeping his gaze down. Ellis shrugged. “I hope you had more luck than Finn did.”

Finn’s heart twinged. Maybe Crayton could get the nausea meds sooner. I wonder if I should call their general store…?

“Made some inquiries in Burmingham,” Vera said as she bent to pick up the bags. “They didn’t get any apples this week, which makes them think there was a disturbance in the southwest supply lines. No news yet about who’s taking over the western sector.” She walked over to the kitchen and stopped at the towel Gray had laid down in the walkway from the living room. “Do I need a password?” she said sardonically, and cocked an eyebrow at Gray.

Gray snorted. “The password is, ‘I don’t want my socks getting sticky.’ I’ll take the bags.” They leaned the mop against the counter and took the bags from Vera’s hands. They set them on the counter and picked up the mop again. Vera wandered into the living room. “Isaac, Finn, this would be the ideal time to leave the kitchen.”

Isaac nodded and looked to Sam. “Ready?” he said softly. Pain flickered in his eyes, tightened in his mouth.

They met his gaze and nodded. “Sure.”

Isaac bent and let Sam wrap their arm around his neck. He gently lifted Sam in his arms and didn’t even seem to notice the whipped cream smearing on his own shirt. He walked with Sam to the towel and kicked off his sticky shoes. He disappeared with them down the hall. Isaac came back around the corner with an armload of Sam’s clothes. After a moment, Finn heard the sound of water rushing through the pipes.

“These need to be washed, I guess,” Isaac said as he stopped at the towel that now served to bar entry to anyone with clean feet. He held out the clothes. “Here are these, I can go grab them some clean ones from their room.”

“Your shirt has whipped cream all over it,” Vera said from the couch, where she sat with her arm around Tori’s shoulders.

Isaac glanced down. “Oh,” he said, and pulled at the hem. “How… This got everywhere, Jesus,” he huffed. He dropped Sam’s clothes onto the towel and pulled his own shirt in one fluid motion.

Everyone in the house seemed to go silent at once. Isaac stared at the shirt in his hand as if dumbfounded at what he’d just done. His scars shone white against his skin, crossing his chest, his arms, his back. He shivered and folded his arms across his chest. A flush crept up his neck.

Finn couldn’t even remember the last time Isaac had had his shirt off around the others. It certainly hadn’t been since he’d been captured by Gavin – almost exactly a year ago, now.

Gray took the shirt from Isaac’s hand and let it fall onto the small pile of Sam’s clothes. “Thank you, Isaac,” they said casually, as if nothing had happened. “We’ll get these in the wash.”

Isaac blinked and took a step back. “Yeah… okay, thanks, Gray,” he murmured. He turned and disappeared down the hall towards the bedrooms. When he emerged again, he had a long-sleeved shirt on. He went to Gavin’s side at the counter and pulled him close. Isaac pressed his lips to Gavin’s forehead, his gaze unfocused.

Edrissa all but materialized in front of Finn, holding a towel. That girl walks so quietly, I swear to god… Finn shivered as they realized why it might have suited Edrissa to learn to walk so quietly in the first place. They wet the towel at the sink and began to scrub the whipped cream from the cabinets.

Gray carried the mop to the far corner of the kitchen and began to clean the floor of the last of the sticky residue. Edrissa grabbed the small pile of clothes, and the large pile of sticky towels, and took them into the laundry room to start a load of laundry in the washing machine.

A washing machine. I’ve never even had one of those before.

Finn cleaned the cabinets, and Gray mopped the floor, dipping the mop back into the bucket, squeezing it out, wiping the floor clean again. The whole room smelled of lemon, now.

Finn finished with the cabinets and took off their shoes to avoid tracking the whipped cream any further into the house. Gray got all the traces of whipped cream off the floor and took the mop and bucket back into the laundry room to be cleaned out.

Sam wandered back into the living room, limping slightly on their injured foot. Finn practically leapt forward to help them before Sam held out a hand.

“I’m good,” they said softly. “And I, um, figured out how to take the bandages off and put them back on once I was clean.” They lifted their head and grinned at Finn and Isaac in turn.

“Oh,” Finn said, and a smile spread slowly across their face. “That’s… geez, Sam, you trying to force me out of the job?”

“Oh, I gave you a run for your money,” Sam said with a laugh.

“Hey, um, Sam?” Edrissa said softly from the kitchen. Her cheeks flushed red. “Do you and Zachariah, um… want to help me make more?”

Sam’s grin widened. “You bet,” they said, and limped back into the kitchen.

Edrissa pointed to a high shelf. “Zachariah, could you…? The big bowl.”

Zachariah smiled gently, and reached up to get the bowl Edrissa was pointing at.

Continued here

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[dimensionwriter]

Not Quite Dead Roommate

Male! Ghost x Gender Neutral! Reader

Warning: Some degradation (don’t know if that’s actually a trigger, but just wanted to make sure. So be careful)

Word Count: 7, 328

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“I think our house is haunted.”

Your roommate stared back up at you with those dark brown eyes. His pale skin had a light pink tinge on his cheeks due to him going through his second bag of hot cheetos.

“I think our house is haunted,” you repeated with a serious face. All your roommate did was slowly blink at you for a second before grabbing a hold of his black laptop. His slide his legs off the couch and patted the new made space.

“So, explain to me why you think our house is haunted all of a sudden?” he grumbled deeply as he closed his laptop. His dark curly brown hair was pulled back in a messy bun with a bunch of curls laying around his face.

You thought for a second he was taking you seriously until those dark pink lips slowly spread into a humorous smirk. His eyes were twinkling with amusement as he stared at you.

“I’m not joking,” you exclaimed throwing yourself on the couch. You naturally swung your legs on top of his and started glaring at him. His hand came from inside his hoodie, which was like a second skin to him, and rested on your legs. “Taoi, listen. This morning I woke up to the cabinet doors moving on their own.”

A small snort escaped his mouth as he tried to cover it. “This house is old. The cabinet probably moved because the house is settling.” You glared at him as he turned slightly smug for a second.

“Yesterday, I was in my room and the temperature dropped so low that I could see my breath,” you statd with a raised eyebrow. Taoi raised an eyebrow before rolling those dark brown eyes.

“Well,” he drew out fluttering his fingers up and down your leg. You tried your best to not get distracted from it as you stared at him. Even if his hand was chilling cold, it still felt nice on your leg, a little too nice. “You didn’t go to sleep the day before and was most likely hallucinating. I turned the air on higher because it was getting too stuffy for me. Probably just saw something floating across your room.”

“What about the time I went to get something to drink and there was nothing on the counter and I turned around to ask if you wanted something, which you said no to. But when I turned back around, there was a full cup sitting on the counter already.”

He looked up from your legs to shrug his shoulders. His dark eyes were too busy staring at his finger dancing across your skin.

He didn’t have an excuse. Yes, he couldn’t explain that, so he has to believe you.“Or the day when you were out for work, I passed by a mirror and saw something standing in my room. I turned around and nothing was there.”

He stopped his fingers and tensed up. His face slowly started turning pink as he turned to look out at the backyard.

“See, there’s no way to explain it. I really think our house is haunted,” you yelled grabbing his arm. You begin to shake him, trying to get that common sense in him.

“Fine. Fine. I believe you,” he yelped with a slight laughter in his voice. You stopped tugging him, but left your hands on his biceps. Your roommate wasn’t the buffest guy in the world, but he still had some muscle to him. “But don’t you think it’s weird how this ghost is only bothering you. Maybe…maybe it has a crush on you?”

You didn’t know it was possible for you to move that fast. In a blink of an eye, Taoi had one of the couch pillows slamming into his face. A high pitch squeal came from him as he tried to protect himself from your assault.

“Take this serious,” you grumbled slamming the pillow one last time into his face before throwing it behind you. Small giggles escaped from Taoi as he looked at you between his hands.

“I’m just saying. Waiting in your room for you, getting things out for you, checking in on you. Don’t you think those are pretty romantic,” he sung out fluttering his dark eyelashes. He twisted his body and laid down in the small space between you and the back of the couch, which was barely 4 inches. You moved your arm and wrapped it around him. He was quick to snuggle into your side with a small content sigh slipping out. You pretend to ignore the butterflies that erupted in your stomach at the moment.

“That’s not romantic in any shape or form,” you mumbled. Your fingers sunk into his fluffy hair and begin to play around with it. Taoi’s body seem to somehow melt as your nails scratched his scalp.

“What do you think is romantic?” He purred with a voice so deep that it scared you for a second. You sometimes forget that Taoi’s voice range can go to dog whistle or bass drop whenever he feels like it.

“Not haunting the crap out of me,” you said instantly glaring around, just in case the ghost was listening. A low whimper caused you to look down to see Taoi’s staring at you with doe eyes accompanied by his lips poked out. You were confused for a second before you realized you had stopped playing with his hair. Such a needy baby.

“No seriously. What do you find romantic?” He said throwing an arm around your waist. You tilted your head back as you tried to think. It’s been a while since you’ve dated and you kind of forgot what you liked. Ever since you moved in with Taoi, you really haven’t really found anyone that caught your eye.

“I really don’t know. Stuff that shows that the person cares about me. Maybe a few sweets and gifts would be nice, but nothing overbearing. Letting me steal a hoodie or two,” you joked at the end. Taoi was quiet after you stopped talking. Did he fall asleep?

“Mmm, okay,” he whispered. You looked down to see he was staring intensely at the floor. His eyes were glazed over slightly.

“Taoi. Are you okay?” He blinked slowly before looking up at you. A small gentle smile appeared on his face as his eyes begin to twinkle like the night stars. You breath got stuck in your throat as you looked down at him.

You’re not dumb, you do know that your roommate is extremely attractive. You’ve been able to live pretty normally with him with this knowledge. It just that he sometimes catches you off guard. Especially moments like this.

“Sorry, got distracted by that stain on the carpet. You should go to bed. You have work in the morning,” he rambled out patting your side. You narrowed your eyes at him, but still slide off the couch.

“That’s real rich coming from a guy who has insomnia,” you yelled walking to your room. You stopped at the door way and turned back to look at him. “You better take your medicine tonight. If I wake up in the middle of the night to see you standing around weirdly, I’m forcing you into a blanket burrito.”

A bark of laughter escaped him at your last statement. He started laughing so hard that he fell off the couch.

“Okay, I have accidently killed you. Well, I’m heading to bed. So goodnight.” You didn’t get a response from him. But you could still hear his high pitched giggles from outside your door.

The high pitched melody from your phone assaulted your ears as the intense sunlight melted your eyes through your eyelids. The throbbing sensation in your head slowly increased along with the alarm.

You quickly rolled over and slammed your finger on the dismissed button. Your body felt so icky and you wanted nothing more than to go back to sleep. But you needed to go to work.

Why did you think it was a good idea to stay up until 3 am to look up info on ghost when you had to be up at 6 for work? Do you really need money?

The temperature in your room plummeted. You gripped your covers as your eyes shot wide open. A slight fog was encasing your room in an eerily vibe.

“Can you not bother me right now?” You grumbled grabbing the quilt and wrapping it tighter around you. You just need 5 more minutes and you’ll deal with the ghost. Yeah, just 5 more minutes.

“Get…up,” an airy voice whispered in your ear. A light breeze fanned across your cheeks causing a chill to go down your spine. It was so close to you.

But you were too tired to care. You wanted nothing more than to drift into that peaceful land of sleep and let this throbbing headache fade away.

“Get up.” It said slightly louder. The quilt wrapped around your body was ripped from you. A loud groan of irritation erupted from your throat as the cold air hit your skin.

“Fine. I’m up!” you screamed jumping out of bed with a slight tantrum. You could see a figure disappear from the corner of your room. Your quilt laid on the ground, but instead of a jumbled mess, it was folded perfectly. At least they weren’t annoying you more with a mess to clean up.

Begrudgingly, you walked to your connected bathroom and started the shower. While the shower was warming up, you quickly brushed your teeth and did your face routine.

The mirror was fogged up from the steam of the shower, but you didn’t really need to see yourself in order to finish the routine. It was kind of muscle memory at this point.

“E-A-T-B-R-E-A-K-F-A-S-T.” The letters was slowly written in the fog on the mirror. You were kind of startled by it, but didn’t react that much. All you really did was roll your eyes at the statement and use your hand to wipe away the condensation on the mirror.

“I hope you’re not a perv and going to watch me take my shower,” you grumbled with a slight edge to your tone. You glared into the mirror at really nothing, but hope the ghost could see you.

“B-Y-E.” It appeared in the corner of the mirror, a spot you didn’t reach. The steam slowly faded away, making it feel like the creature really left you.

You walked out of your room to see a bunch of pancakes, waffles, pastries, and juice sitting on the little dining table. There was a small thing of scrambled eggs being made on the stove, but no one was near the stove.

“Taoi! What have I told you about leaving food unattended?” You yelled turning around. You looked at Taoi’s door as you waited for him to stumble out.

“What do you mean?” A voice hummed out. You turned around to see Taoi in his black hoodie holding the handle on the pan. His dark eyebrow was raised up in confusion as you stared at him with wide eyes. “I was watching it.”

“How-wait-what?” You stumbled as you turned between Taoi and his door. There was definitely no one in the kitchen. It’s an open space house, so there was no way he could have hid anywhere. How did he manage to get there?

“I was right here,” he said slowly while pointing to the eggs with a spatula. You blinked slowly at the statement. You know what you saw. “Is your little ghost boyfriend messing with your vision now?”

Your eyes narrowed threateningly at his statement. “It’s not my boyfriend. If anything, it’s annoying,” you grumbled, rubbing your eyes to wake yourself up. You felt like you were going to pass out from how tired you were.

“Aww, trouble in love town,” he teased scrapping the eggs onto a plate. He walked over to the dining table and placed the plate down. He pulled out a chair for you, which made you smiled a little.

When you first met, you told him he didn’t need to pull out a chair for you, but he still insists. He can be such a sweetheart sometimes.

“Now, tell Taoi why you angry with your little ghost?” he asked putting some food on our plate. While he did that, you grabbed the juice and pour your own cup and gave him some apple juice.

You explain to Taoi how the ghost decided to be your alarm this morning and wake you up. You even included the incident in the bathroom.

“Well, I thank the ghost. If he didn’t wake you up, I would have came in with the pillow you hit me with last night.” A small giggle escaped your mouth at his threat; he can barely hurt a fly. He would come in like always and just lightly shake you awake. The worst he has done was ripped the quilt off you, but a second later he folded it because he felt bad.

Almost like…like the ghost did.

You open your mouth to reveal an oddity when your phone rang. You pulled it out of your back pocket to see it had the word ‘Female Satan’ flashing on screen. Oh gosh.

“Hey, I need you to be at work in 17 minutes. Important people are coming over soon and I want us to go over the project with them,” she said instantly. You bit the inside of your cheek to stop from screaming at her. She knew you lived 15 minutes from work, so she’s literally giving you no time to do anything else.

“Yes, ma'am. I’m heading out the door now,” you said in a polite tone as you stood up from the dining table. You tried to ignore the look Taoi was giving you and your untouched plate. You’ll just have to eat later.

“Good.” The phone was cut off and you let out a quick growl at it. You tucked it away in your back pocket.

“You haven’t eaten yet,” Taoi mumbled in the deep voice. Ah, he was getting upset. You felt really bad since he got up early to cook all of this, but your boss is so strict. You don’t need to be written up and punished because of her. “She’s called you for the last 2 weeks early in the morning. You haven’t had a chance to eat.”

You glanced at him as you grabbed your keys from the door. He was glaring intensely at your now cold plate.

You glance between the door and him. You got a few seconds.

You grabbed the side of his cheek and placed a kiss on it. His eyes widen and his head snapped your way. A light pink blush spread up his neck as you gave him an appreciative smile.

“Thank you Taoi for the meal. It made my day, really. I’m sorry that I haven’t had time to eat breakfast with you, but just seeing you is enough to give me the boost I need, especially knowing I can come home to see you. Thank you, Taoi.”

He just stared at your for a second in shock. You may or may not have crossed a line. The two of you are touchy and slightly affectionate, but kissing on the cheek is on an entire different level.

“Well, bye,” you stuttered running to the door. You didn’t lock the door, Taoi always locks it after you, and ran to your car.

Two minutes into your drive to work, you realize you left the bag with the paperwork on your bed. A huge dosage of adrenaline shot through you as you quickly swerved your car around.

If you drive fast enough and call a coworker to get a room set up for you, you should have enough time. Well, only if luck is on your side.

Quickly, you shoved your keys into the door and slammed it open. The first thing you noticed was the blasting music shaking everything in your house. Next was everything in your living room floating off the ground. And finally was Taoi dancing on top of the ceiling with the biggest smile on his face.

You stood for a second as you let the situation you were in sink in. Your roommate is dancing across the ceiling like he’s in a music video while stuff is spinning around the living room.

“I’m in love with my room-” he cut himself off as he finally made eye contact with you. Instead of his usual dark brown eyes, it was pitch black. His skin was a lot more pale, actually it was kind of see through. He seem to be more skinner with his black eyes sinking into itself.

“You’re-you’re home?! Here-now-why? Fuck,” he yelled looking around. Everything slammed on the ground, causing the coffee table to flip over. His body shot like a rocket into the floor.

“Yeah..Forgot something,” you mumbled in a dazed. You quickly walked past him and ran into your room. The door slammed behind you and you threw your body on it.

Black eyes. Pale see through skin. Floating in the air. Ability to make everything float. There’s no denying it, he’s a ghost. Your roommate is the ghost!

On top of your bed was your brown work bag with the paperwork in it. Oh yeah, work. Your boss is going to kill you if you show up late.

Sucking in a giant breath of air, you grabbed the bag in your right hand and with your left hand pushed open the door, maybe a little too hard since a loud crashing sound came from the impact it had on the wall. You kept your head straight forward and marched into the hallway to the living room.

In your peripheral, you could see Taoi was back to normal. His hood was all the way up with the drawstring pulled, making his face encased in fabric.

His head was quick to turn to you when you stepped into the living room. His mouth dropped open and his lips begin to move, but not a single sound came out of him. You continued walking with your head held forward.

“Wait!” He yelled as you open the door. He jumped off the couch and stumbled to get to the door. You quickly shut it on him with a slight shake in your hand. A light scraping sound echoed from inside the house followed by a soft whimper.

You don’t really remember the drive to work. You just blinked and you were sitting next to your annoying boss in a meeting with a client. She was clicking through a PowerPoint while pointing some stuff out with a laser.

Letting your head drop down, you looked down to see that your notepad was filled with random words. When did you write all of this?

'Ghost has been bothering you for months. Has appeared in your room throughout the day. Never was hostile. Roommate was seen floating in the air with black hollow eyes. Roommate must be ghost. Roommate is ghost. Ghost is not hostile therefore roommate is not hostile. Roommate is hot so ghost is-’

The random writing ends there with a bunch of harsh scribbles. Why would your brain think of that last part? This is a serious moment right now.

What are you supposed to do when you go home? Do you just walk in the door like 'what’s up my dead roommate. What did you cooked for dinner?’ There’s no way you can act natural around him without freaking out on him. Things have changed now.

But there was another part of your brain asking if it really had. You have been rooming with Taoi for 4 years now and not once has he ever did any harm to you. So what if he just turns out to be a spirit that is wondering the mortal land, that’s fine. He’s still that dorky, computer obsessed, mother goose Taoi. And you should be accepting of him, no matter what form he’s in.

So, maybe it wasn’t the best idea to slam the door in his face.

You slammed your head on the table and let out a low groan to vocalize the regret bubbling inside of you. How could you do that to him, sweet Taoi? He probably was scared, but still willing to talk, and you just straight up ignored him. You are officially the worst friend in the universe.

“Assistant!” You sat straight up and turned towards your boss. Her eyes were wide open as she stared at you with a look of disbelief. You were confused for a split second at her behavior before you realize that everything you just did could be seen and heard by your boss and clients.

“Sorry, sharp..stomach pains?” You sputtered out giving everyone an embarrassed smile. The client sat there while staring at you weirdly and your boss started raising an eyebrow in warning. “Sensitive stomach, you know.”

“Do they need…to be dismissed?” One of the clients whispered quite loudly to your boss. They were trying to appear to be subtle, but this room was so quiet that you could hear your cells moving, so them whispering was equivalent to them using a megaphone.

“Ah, yes. Go to the office, nurse, or whatever and feel better,” she said, barely sparing you a glance after waving you away. “We really care about our workers here at-”

You drowned her out as you scooted out of your chair. You instantly huddled over and grabbed your stomach, trying to really bring home your lie. With a quick few wobbles and fake gasp, you exited the room into the peaceful hallway.

Now, you have a good amount of time on your hand. Do you call Taoi and apologize to him and listen to his explanation? If you were him, you wouldn’t answer the phone at all. I mean, you slammed the door in his face.

The two of you have never blocked each other off while arguing. No matter how loud or angry the argument got, you still listened to each other. You guys just had that connection.

But you threw it down in the gutter and watched as it floated away in the rest of the trash in your life. That was a very vulnerable moment for him and you closed him out, physically and mentally.

But maybe, just maybe, you could fix this.

You closed the door to your office behind you and threw yourself on your work chair. The office was bleached white with no colour in it, except for the monotone stationary that occupied your desk.

Okay, so the plan. You’ll call Taoi and instantly apologize for your actions. Then you guys will make up and everything will go back to normal. Simple, right? Probably not that simple, but in a broader sense, that could be how things turn out. Hopefully Taoi is being forgiving this evening.

You grabbed your phone and ignored the notifications on your screen, you were on a mission. Dialing his number, you spun around with a sense of determination boiling within you.

“Um, hi,” Taoi stuttered out. But the phone pressed against your ear was still ringing. The voice was coming from the wall barely a feet from your face.

Taoi’s face was phased through the wall as he stared at you with those black eyes. The skin on his skull seemed to have sunken in with a few barely visible black veins running from his eyes.

You wanted to scream in fear from being startled by Taoi’s sudden appearance. Instead, a tidal wave of fear and anxiety flooded your senses, leaving you standing there like a fool.

“Sorry, I know you probably don’t want to see me-who would- but I called a couple of times to make sure you were okay and you didn’t answer. And I knew you were probably ignoring me, but then my anxiety was 'What if they got into a car accident and died’. I tried to fight against those thoughts because it’s you and you’re too awesome to die. However, they wouldn’t go away for nothing. So I decided it would be a good idea to come see you at work and-” he stopped rambling as he looked at your face. Throughout his word vomit, a giant smile was slowly spreading onto your face.

“You still checked on me, even after what I did,” you whispered giving him a pure joyful smile. His face contorted to confusion for a second.

He floated through the wall and landed on the ground. His pale, but peachy pigment slowly bled back into his skin as if life was being pushed back into him. He blinked a few times and the pitch black eyes slowly turned into those dark brown ones that you were used to, but those black one are becoming familiar too.

“I don’t think I understand. What did you do wrong?” He asked scratching the top of his head in confusion. His thick eyebrows were scrunched up as he did that adorable head tilt.

“I ignore you during a very important moment for us and then slammed the door in your face. A part of me believed you wouldn’t have wanted to deal with me,” you rambled out letting your eyes drifted away in shame. You suck as a friend.

“What!” He yelled scrunching up his face even more. “You did nothing wrong. I was the one who hide my identity from you. You were just simply shocked. I would have ran for the hills and never came back if I walked in to see my roommate turn into this hideous monster.” He forced out a harsh laugh that made your heart drop. Is that how he sees himself, as a hideous monster?

“First thing, you’re not a hideous monster; you’re Taoi who’s a handsome ghost that can steal the heart of anyone living and dead. Second off, why do you think I would run from you and never come back? I would miss you so much. I was in the midst of preparing myself to gravel at your feet for you to take me back,” you spoke from the heart as you stared into his eyes. A light pink blush slowly spread onto his face as his eyes dropped to the ground.

“You’re too important to me for you to just disappear,” you whispered. You took a step closer to him and placed a single finger under his chin. You lifted his head and a pair of sparkling black eyes stare back at you.

“So, you don’t care that I’m not exactly human,” he mumbled twirling his thumb. You could feel how tense he was just from under your finger.

“You could literally be a glob and I would still not care. I like you for who you are, not for what you are,” you said giving him a giant smile. He frowned for a split second before his hands came up to his face.

He floated off the ground and circled into a ball near the ceiling. A muffled high pitch scream came from as his feet kicked around a bit. Gosh, he’s adorable.

“You okay, Taoi?” you teased getting on your tippy toes. He peaked the top of his head out of his hands and you realized he shifted again. His sharp cheekbones were completely red from how hard he was blushing. You didn’t know he could turn that red. “I thought ghosts were suppose to be see-through, not red.”

He let out a groan and covered his face again. “It’s because of you. I feel like you know. Wait-do you know?”

He ripped his hands away from his face and stared at you with wide eyes of accusation. What does he mean by you knowing? Is there something else?

“If you say that you’re also a werewolf or something, you’re going to have to answer a thousand more questions tonight,” you half heartedly jokes. By the way he rolled his eyes at that statement, you concluded that he was not a werewolf. So, what else is he hiding?

“No, I thought you figured out that I liked y-y-y-yams,” he stuttered for a little before sputtering out the last word. A panic smiled rise onto his face as he stared at the wall behind you intensely.

“Taoi, you hate yams,” you stated blinking slowly at him. He always stuck his tongue out at yams when you pass by them during shopping.

“I know,” he said with a monotone voice. “Anyway, I’m going to go home now. Bye.” He quickly floated out of the room leaving you there confused. This is what you meant. No matter what form he is in, Taoi is still your Taoi.

Yours?

You walked into the apartment later that night with a big headache banging in your head. You got an ear full from your boss after the meeting and she decided to give you a punishment where you had to print off all your electronic documents and filed them away. It was a year’s worth of stuff.

“You’re home,” Taoi squealed floating through his bedroom door. He took one look at your face and froze. “Ah, I guess I should let you get use to the ghost stuff.”

“No, you’re fine. I’m just tired from work,” you grumbled throwing yourself on the couch. You left your bag beside the door and didn’t plan on getting it any time soon.

“Okay, so you need cuddles is what I’m hearing.” You responded with a high pitch groan that you knew he would translate to yes.

A strange coolness encased your body causing a shiver to go down your body. Taoi’s arms went under your knees and on your lower back and he lifted you off the couch. He plopped down on the couch and put you on top of him.

“Now, tell me what happen. What did that old witch do to you?” he chimed petting the top of your head. You relaxed into him more and wrapped your arms around him.

So you laid there in the cool embrace of your roommate as you ranted about what unfolded after Taoi flew out of your office. The entire time he comforted you and tighten his embraced when he could tell that you were really getting worked up.

“What I am hearing is that this woman needs some special visit from your ghost roommate tonight,” he deadpanned. You let out a snort and shake your head at that. “What? It worked for Scrooge, maybe she needs it too.”

“No, you need to rest. You’re insomnia-” you stopped as you realized something and from the giggles underneath you, Taoi knew. “You don’t have insomnia because you don’t need to sleep.”

He started laughing at your shocked tone. You turned your head to look at him. His black eyes shined with humor at your coming with christ.

“I guess it’s a question and answer time,” he sung out scooting up on the couch. You fold your arms on top of his chest to get a better angle to look at.

“How about this?” He said drumming his fingers on your back. You had to fight against the desire to melt at the feeling. “I’ll summarize a bit and then if you have questions afterwards, you can fire them off.” You nodded your head and prepared yourself to inhale as much information as possible.

“So, first thing first, I really don’t remember much from my previous life. I think I was born somewhere during the 16th century. I think some time around October, I remember it being kind of cool, I guess. But my memory really kicks in around 300 years ago,” you let out a choked gasp at how old he is, “ Yeah I know I’m ancient. It didn’t take me long to realize I was a ghost. I mean floating around, looking like a demonic skeletons human, and doing all this weird paranormal stuff made it quite easy to realize. I stayed hidden for a good part of those 200 years, only really moving around when it was dark. Around the 190ish year, I realized I could alter my physical appearance if I thought hard about it. With lots of practice, I got pretty dang good at it and started interacting with humans. One day, a human tried to hug me and went straight through me. I played it off like I moved out of the way, but they didn’t trust me afterwards. Because of that incident, I had to leave that area and moved around them. I worked on making my body more physical, so that people won’t phase through me, it feels weird for me. And in the last 50 years, I got close to an old lady who stayed here. She figured out I was a ghost right on the spot, said something about seeing spiritual energy or something. I still have a theory that she’s a witch, but she’s gone now so…” You eyes widen and he looked down confused for a second before stuttering out no while waving his hands.

“Not like that. She left with her spouse to live in Iceland. She gave me the house and told me to do whatever with it. Decided to do a roommate thing and one thing led to another and we’re here.”

You stared at him for a second before giggling a little. He looked down at you with a singular raised an eyebrow.

“Sorry, for a second I thought you were going to say that you went ghost mode on the woman and haunted her to death,” you said giggling. You twirled your fingers around the laces in his hoodies. His black eyes soften as an amused smile came onto his face. “But then I remember that it’s you, Taoi, and you can barely bump into someone without screaming out apologies.”

He rolled his eyes, but the pink blush coming onto his skin told you he was still affected by your words. He shifted underneath you and scooted up a little more. You shifted with him and moved yourself so you were more sitting on his lap.

“For the first question,” you said moving the conversation forward,“ how does to feel to be a ghost?”

He tilted his head to the left in confusion from your words. Dark brown curls tumbled over each other due to the shift of gravity. You really want to run your hand through his hair.

“Well, it’s kind of like TV static or similar to when your limbs fall asleep. Now imagine that, but for your entire body, everyday,” he explain sticking his arms out for you to look at. You poke his icy cold skin and looked at him for a reaction. “Kind of feels like ripple of numbness when you touch me. But it still feels nice because it some sort of feeling.”

You grabbed his arm and started running your fingers up and down it. You wondered what it would feel like to be completely numb the entire time. Can Taoi even feel the different type of emotion you put into your touches?

“Second question, how am I able to touch you right now instead of falling through,” you pointed out going as far to poke his arm a little harder. He let out a small laugh at the motion.

“I think about being solid. It’s kind of like if ice had a chance to choose what state of matter it wants to be in. So right now, I want to be in a solid state. And when I don’t want to, I can go to 'liquid’ where I’m still seeable, but just not touchable. For the final state, 'gas’, I’m literally just like this fog or whatever and just occupy an area. I an unable to be seen or touched.”

You nodded your head along in understandment. The first two made sense, but him just turning into a fog would be extremely weird. Wouldn’t he just-

“So you were the one in my bedroom this morning!” You screamed slapping his side. He let out a laugh as you playful slapped his arm. “I was tired.”

“Yeah, but you needed to get up for work. I thought if I get you up on time, you could actually eat breakfast,” he whined gripping you tighter. You felt bad that you were making him worried.

Taoi knew that you sometimes missed lunch due to your boss still trying to work you through it and most days you came home too tired to even consider diner. You really need to take care of yourself, at least for Taoi’s sake.

“I’ll promise you I will start eating breakfast,” you whispered. You lifted your hand and slowly embedded your fingers into his brown curls. His vantablack eyes shimmer under the fluorescent lights as he looked down at you. “Thank you so much for caring about me. I don’t think I can imagine my life without you in it.”

A light peach colour blush spread up his neck, but he maintained eye contact. “I feel truly alive when I’m with you. I can’t- I don’t think I can live without someone like you in my life.”

He leaned forward and rested his forehead on yours. His skin felt so cool on yours, but you wouldn’t want it any other way.

“You have gained access into my heart and taught me what it is to live. I know I don’t have any internal organs, but when I’m around you, these butterflies flood my senses and all I can focus on is you. I know this may be the worst time to say this since you just found out today that I’m dead and this may be crossing boundaries. I mean, it will cross boundaries-”

You lean in closer to him until your noses was touching. Taoi’s sentence was cut off as his eyes dropped down to the little distance was between you two.

The peach blush turned into a dark red colour that painted his entire face. His lips moved around as he tried to form a word but failed.

“You know you look so adorable sometimes that I could kiss you,” you whispered staring deep into his eyes. Forget the boundaries that you have been trying to hide behind. Life is about taking risk and you haven’t been taking any.

“Ki-kiss me,” he stammered out shrinking down as the blush intensified. He glanced at you before looking down at his arm that was still around your waist. “Well, I- sometimes I want to ki-ki-kis kiss you too.”

Maybe you were just delusional from being exhausted from work or maybe you got a huge shot of adrenaline from his confession to, but you gained enough guts to grab the front of his hoodie and yanked his face forward until your lips were less than a hair away. His cool breath brushed against yours before stopping for a moment.

“What’s stopping you?”

Taoi’s eyes widen in shock at your boldness. For a split second, he looked confused on what to do before determination filled his black eyes.

He closed his eyes and went to close that small distance between you guys. You were about to kiss Taoi, the sweetest and kindest roommate in the world, who you thought maybe was out of your league.

You jumped at the feeling of something vibrating. Reaching into your back pocket, you pulled out your phone to see that 'Female Satan’ was calling. You glanced at Taoi to see his face confused and irritated.

“Hel-”

“I can’t even express how disappointed I am in you. I went to check on your work before I left because all today you have been inadequate. And as I was checking, I noticed you only had folders for 11 months. I had to tear apart every single folder and realized you put two February. Since you made me waste my time finding your mistake, I want you to come back right now and fix all of these right now.”

You froze up as you listen to her yell at you. That took you six hours to complete. You can’t complete this by tonight at all. You will have to pull an all nighter at work just to catch up.

“Fuck it,” Taoi growled snatching the phone out of your hand. You blinked away the tears you didn’t know had showed up. Black veins were running across Taoi’s face as a ferocious sneer was boiling on his face.

The cold surface beneath you disappeared and the plush sofa was pressed into you. You looked around confused at Taoi’s sudden disappearance. He just cussed. Taoi never cusses unless someone or something really pushes him.

Before you could begin to panic, a cold sensation surrounded you and lift you into the air. Taoi phased through the door with a giant smile on his face. His hair was floating like an ominous halo around him and the black veins were extremely prominent on his see through skin.

“Taoi, where did you go?” You yelled rotating in the air to look at him. He gave you a brighter smile that twinkled brightly.

“Just gave your boss a small little visit,” he hummed skipping through the air towards you. He jumped up and slowly floated down onto the couch. He reached into the air and wrapped his arms around you. The cold sensation disappeared and you were plopped into his lap.

“What-what did you do?” You asked but he just smiled at you. He pulled you closer and snuggled into you. “Taoi, what did-”

You phone vibrated again and by Taoi’s happy giggles, you were instantly concerned. Glancing at his joyous smile, you pulled out your phone and saw 'Female Satan’ calling.

“Hel-”

“I am so sorry for the way I have been treating you. I am ashamed of everything I have done to you. You deserve a vacation. Yes, yes. You can take the next week off. I’ll do you work. That-that’s a nice deed right! I can’t go to hell!”

The phone call was abruptly ended and you stared in confusion at the screen. What? What just happened?

“So what I am hearing is that you have plenty of time to take care of yourself and get away from that toxic job,” Taoi whispered rubbing the top of your head. You laid there as the shock slowly settled in.

You have never had a day off before. Everytime you tried to apply for a day off, she would say no because work is too important for you to be missing. But here you are with a full week off from work.

“Taoi,” you squealed wrapping your arms around him. Laughter poured out of him as you tighten your embrace him. “Thank you! Thank you!”

“You deserve to be treated like an Emperor. Anything that makes you sad or distress, i will be there to fix it,” he mumbled into you neck as you held him. You loosen your grip on him and his forehead instantly seek yours out.

“Taoi,” you whispered staring deeply into his black eyes. “You’re too good. I wish there was a way to thank you.”

His eyes glanced down for a split second before a small smirk came onto his face. “I can think of one thing. My lips are pretty cold from outside. Think you can warm them up?”

Warmth spread up your neck and was slowly conquering your face. Who would have thought you would end up in the arms of your best friend, who turns out to be this ghost. Life can be crazy with all of these changes, but this one, this change was definitely going to be good.

“I would be happy to help you with that.”

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First off, I don’t know if this is considered a monster in this community, but I just wanted to get a story out. I know I haven’t been active and I just want to apologize for that. I’ll try to get my act together and get more content out for you guys. Like always, please Comment. It makes my day every time I get a notification that someone commented. It can be over anything and I will love it. Also, please remember to Like any work of mines that you like, so I can get a feel on what type of content you guys like. I’m thinking on a part 2 for this, but I’m not sure, going to base it off how well this do. Thank you guys for everything and helping me continue this passion of writing. You can message me any questions you may have for my OCs or about me. I’m open to any interaction. Hope you enjoy the rest of your day. Thank you once again.

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How Half Of Class 1-A Gained A Crush On Iida At 5 AM

It was at 5 AM that class 1-A learned how hot Tenya Iida actually was.

Now it was granted that the class already considered Iida ‘good looking’, but between his constantly uptight attitude and rather comical gestures, Iida was a rather funny person to look at. But it wasn’t until one rather inconspicuous morning that their ‘holy shit Iida’s hot’ revelation actually smacked them in the face out of left field.

Only a little over half of the class was awake, some were already wide awake and dressed like Aoyama, Todoroki and Jirou. Some were half awake with their pyjamas still on like Bakugou, Tokoyami, Yaoyorozu, Kirishima and Uraraka. The rest had stumbled down only a few moments before, eyes barely cracked open and barely coherent. Kaminari was half babbling over his mug of coffee while Ashido and Midoriya were blinking away sleep from their eyes slowly, bags prominent in the early morning.

It was pretty peaceful, if not slightly disconcerting to not hear or see Iida’s frankly, endearing hand chops and rambles.

As if he had been summoned Iida ever so slightly stumbled down the stairs, glasses in one hand as he let out a yawn that interrupted his “Pardon me” and ran another through his hair, blues strands becoming mussed and undercut on full display.

As he delicately placed his glasses on his face (perfectly of course, Iida doesn’t do anything in half spades) the rest of them could just picture the rosy background and sparkles around him as if they were in a cheesy anime, before his eyes blinked open to reveal ruby red eyes that positively shone as he peacefully smiled at them, surprisingly calm for once compared to usual loud way of speech.

“Good morning all!”

Everyone that was in the room had quickly spreading blushes across their faces, all dumbstruck except for Aoyama who simply squeaked out “Magnifique!”

Hell even Bakugou was blushing even if he was still frowning, which was probably his default expression. (Don’t worry though, everyone knew he was a big softie.)

Thankfully Iida didn’t notice his classmates blushing as he walked into the kitchen, presumably to make himself breakfast.

“What the fuck” Bakugou sounded so startled that somehow didn’t even begin to match what they were all feeling at that moment.

They all though that it was a onetime thing but nope, the universe hated them.

When they arrived to class Iida greeted them with a blinding smile and energetic hand chops.

And much to the amusement and confusion of their other classmates, whenever Iida either glanced in their direction or talked to them they would furiously blush and stammer like underclassmen around their crushes.

Whenever he would see their expressions, Iida would his head to the side in concern and frown (but that only worsen the blushing and stammering as it him look like a curious puppy-)

“Are you alright? You’re bright red! Are you sick?”

The concern in his eyes would make them melt and it would be physically be painful to try and not collapse into a puddle of goo on the floor.

Midoriya would be frantically texting Shinsou in a bi panic whenever Iida would smile at him (so ninety-five percent of the time) while the rest would scream with their friends in a blubbering mess. Midoriya basically spent most of his time with Iida so this was pure torture.

Of course it got worse as the week dragged on. When they decided to use the pool Iida just had to forego a swimming cap dammit. His head shone in the sun from where it was plastered to his forehead and poor Kaminari was subjected to seeing a shirtless and soaked Iida in a new light.

Kaminari, being the chaotic dumbass he was, nearly short-circuited and electrocuted everyone in the pool, but thankfully was splashed out of his stupor by Yaoyorozu, who was blushing just as hard as him, but they all managed to pass their blushing off as simply being hot from the sun, which earned them a small lecture about sun safety.

Oh and don’t even get them started on heroics class with All Might. Tokoyami and Iida had been paired up for the exercise, which some of the others both were grateful for and lamented the fact that they weren’t with the class president.

They had agreed to split up and search the two buildings beside each other, only for Tokoyami to be thrown through one of the top windows by one of Bakugou’s more aggressive blasts, which had stunned Tokoyami enough that he wasn’t able to be prepared enough for the fall that came right after.

All Might was seconds away from stepping in only for Iida sans his helmet to burst through one of the other windows opposite of the building and catch Tokoyami by wrapping his arms around the smaller male, and essentially wrap his entire body around him before crashing through another window, allowing his body to take the brunt of the fall.

Tokoyami had thankfully walked away from the fall with only a few bruises while Iida had gained a slightly dislocated shoulder from the impact, some bruising all along his right side, arm, neck and a small graze along cheek.

Tokoyami had been apologising profusely for Iida’s injuries at the end of the lesson in Recovery Girl’s infirmary while Dark Shadow crowed sadly, but Iida had simply waved his apologies off with a smile and a “Do not worry about it at all Tokoyami-kun! Bakugou-kun is a strong person, and I am pleased that I managed to catch you in time!”

Later that night Tokoyami had screamed into the recently made group chat that the eleven had made, which was aptly named Tenya Iida Simps™, which had only existed for roughly two nearly three days, but had already gained just shy of two thousand messages.

Funnily enough,most of it was just key smashes.

Tenya Iida Simps™

Bananabeak: UHBWDCIDEIEPEI

Assid: couldn’t have said better myself toko

Peppermint Bastard: Is this about what happened earlier Tokoyami?

Bananabeak: WHAT ELSE WOULD YOU THINK????

God Herself: It’s okay Tokoyami, get it all out of your system.

Bananabeak: I- he’s just so soft!?!? He cradled me so gently I felt so safe an grateful that he caught me because I certaintly wouldn’t have walked away from a fall like that uninjured like I did today and just jkhuhlehlhdf he so kind because even though he was hurt and took nearly all the damage form that fall be still asked me if I was alright like excuse me sir you are BLEEDING AND YOU ARE ASKING ME IF IM ALRIGHT!?

JackJack is jacked: oof I feel ya there Tokoyami

Voltboi: yeah! Just like when Iida has helping me and ashido do some revision before a test but I could barely even concentrate cause his eyes are just so fucking pretty

Voltboi: I mean how are his eyes such a nice shade of red wtf

Bakugou? More Like BakuBITCH: Normally I would yell at you lot for that, but honestly?

Bakugou? More Like BakuBITCH: Valid

Of course even though they would all scream into the void at some point (The void being the chat) it didn’t help things in the slightest.

Aoyama had been asking Iida about different outfit designs that he would create (Of course everyone in the class knew about his designing hobby, but Iida was one of the only people who he shared the process with) and the class president was ecstatic when he was asked for his input.

Aoyama had confessed to Iida at one point that he had doubts about his work, only for Iida to smile and offer to be a model for his designs at some point, which only made Aoyama nearly burst into tears while hugging him.

While most of the groups interactions with Iida were soft and heart-warming, Bakugou and Kirishima had both agreed that training with Iida was both annoying and fun because one; Iida was so attractive that they kept getting distracted and two; Iida fought ruthlessly and wasn’t afraid to play dirty.

Todoroki of course enjoyed spending time with his friend, (when they weren’t plotting Endeavour’s murder that was) except when he had to make sure that hadn’t caught fire or anything.

And of course Uraraka couldn’t stop blushing whenever she and Iida were out about the city with the rest of the squad, and without fail she would nearly burst into tears and nearly start to blubber whenever they would be out to get food. Iida would ask them what they want, and every time she would say “S-sorry Iida but I don’t have any money” he would simply narrow his eyes at her and say “I didn’t ask you if you had any money, I asked what you wanted.”

Of course Tsu would send all three of them knowing looks whenever Iida’s back was turned.

Yaoyorozu and Jirou both loved that whenever Mineta was trying to creep up on the girls or feel them up that Iida would immediately call him out on it, and even that one time he dragged him outside and used recipro burst to kick Mineta into the principal’s office via an open window and yet somehow didn’t get any punishment for.

Of course when the week came to a close Iida happened to be visiting his family for the weekend, so he waved a cheerful goodbye and left a warm fluttery feeling in their chests.

Ojiro watched as the small group quickly dispersed to their respective rooms, Shoji, Tsuyu and Sero all having knowing smirks, (or a knowing glint in his eye in Shoji’s case.) “Man, they’re in deep aren’t they?” His comment drew snickers from the other three.

*Bonus*

“So Tenya, got anything to tell us?”

Tenya looked up from his food to look at Tensei, only to smirk.

“What, you mean that all of a sudden just over half of my classmates have suddenly gained a crush on me?” Kayama let out a cackle. “Looks like the Iida genes strike again!”

Shouta smirked. “So that’s why half of my problem children were a blushing, stuttering mess all week?”

Tenya laughed. “Oh most definitely.”

“Wait wait wait, hold up!” Hitoshi pointed his fork at his cousin. “You’re telling me that you were aware of everything? So Midoriya was texting me about how oblivious you were, only for him to be completely fucking wrong!?”

Tenya nodded. “Absolutely, even their ‘secret group chat’ which is honestly barely even a secret.”

Hitoshi sat back in his chair with a small “huh”.

Hizashi leant over the table eagerly. “What’s the name of the chat?”

Both boys snorted. “You sure you wanna know?” Hitoshi cackled.

Kayama laughed. “Okay, now you have to tell us.”

Tenya smirked. “Tenya Iida Simps Trade Marked.”

A brief bout of silence- then Tensei slammed his head against the table with shaking shoulders while the rest of them let out loud shrieks of laughter that echoed throughout the house.

“THEY CALL THEMSELVES SIMPS, OH MY GOD”

Shouta leaned over to look at Tenya. “You gonna make next week absolute hell for them, aren’t you?”

Tenya laughed. “Oh, absolutely.”

A small crash then pained laughter came up from the floor. “H-HELP, I’VE FALLEN AND I CAN’T GET UUUP!”

Tenya laughed. “Looks like Hitoshi’s died.”

Another small crash and Hizashi’s head disappeared from his seat as he slid to the ground, squeaky wheezes escaping his lungs.

“Aaaand there goes Hizashi-nii.”

Shouta snorted. “Welp, looks like both my husband and son are dead, best get more cats to fill up the now empty space in the house.”

“W-WOW LOOK AT THAT DAD, WE’RE GETTING REPLACED BY F-FUCKING CATS.”

Hizashi wheezed from his place on the carpet.

Tenya smirked. God he loved fucking with his classmates, and if a video was taken of the other three laughing their asses off and stored in the blackmail folder in one of the darker spots of his phones storage, well that was a fact that Tenya would keep to himself with a small smile.

[rolyatswonderland]

TWST: A Mermaid’s Tale Pt.2

Yay it’s part 2 ^o^ I’m still not sure how many part’s this’ll have, but at most possibly 4 or 5-? we’ll have to see ^^;

Thank you so much to my bestie @blackevermore for helping me beta read the story! ;7; 

Pt.1 - Pt.2(Here) - Pt.3(Soon)

Professor Divus sat quietly in his office, completing a stack of paperwork, until his door was roughly slammed open. He glared, watching a few papers from the stack fall to the floor due to a sudden breeze sweeping in, but the moment he saw the familiar shade of red hair all he could do was sigh in annoyance. 

“Ah, you four again, whatever could be the issue this time.” Professor Divus saw Grim’s flames and knew that it meant that Deuce and Rolyat weren’t far behind. In all his years of teaching he had dealt with many troublesome students, the flaw of teaching at an all boys school. However it seemed that this year of teaching a new litter of puppies as troublesome as this four really had him questioning his profession, and one was neither human and the other not a boy.  Despite having dealt with many of their shenanigans before, the sight of Deuce carrying Rolyat with a mermaid tail certainly caught him off guard.

“Ah- W-Well you see Professor we...sorta need your help- haha.” Ace couldn’t help but laugh awkwardly as he scratched the back of his head, glancing over to Deuce who was still holding the newly transformed girl.

“Explain yourselves,” Divus commanded with a sharp glare, his stare so serious that surely the four students before him felt a shiver of fear go up their spines. Ace and Deuce took the lead in explaining what had happened, presenting him with the two cans of scales and Grim even admitting to his own mistake and stubbornness. He remained partially quiet for most of it, only letting out a hum in response or a nod. After they finished explaining, Professor Divus took the cans and examined them, turning them over before letting out a dissatisfied grumble.

“I see, some foolish pup did not properly label these containers.” Divus held the cans in his hands with a dissatisfied expression on his face, then looked to Ace who seemed to have a confused look on his face. 

“Uhm so, how come Roly didn’t turn into a whole fish on us? I mean she totally got splashed when the potion erupted but how come it’s just her legs that got the scale treatment?” Ace asked, Deuce and Grim nodding along, wondering the same thing.

“See this can here? It has a full fish drawn on the lid, this means that these were the fish scales you were meant to use in your assignment. ” Divus held up the still full can of celadon silver scales to show the group before placing it down and picking up the other can. “While this can looks like it has a fish on it, in actuality, it has only a fish tail drawn on, as these are mermaid scales that you seemed to have mistakenly dropped into your potion.” He held up the other can, displaying the pattern that could have been misinterpreted as a fish, but if viewed long enough will show the very obviously mermaid tail like pattern.

Deuce sighed, crossing his arms with a shamed look on his face,“Ah- they both just sort of looked like fish to us so...we weren’t exactly sure.” He felt quite foolish for not noticing such a difference before since he only paid attention to the labels. 

“Hmmm,” Professor Divus looked over to Rolyat. The girl had been awfully quiet throughout their discussion, seeming rather spacey and she simply stared down into her lap while being held in Spade’s arms.  “Miss Rolyat?” It took her a moment to respond, with a slow reaction time as she lifted her head, as if having just realized someone had called her name, she warily looked over to the Professor but didn’t say a word.

Staring intently, the Professor could see that the girls lips were awfully chapped and dry. Focusing his view on her tail he removed one of his gloves, reaching out his hand to touch at the pearlescent tail to find it surprisingly dry, with no feeling of the slick ooze that should have coated her tail. But after adding all these things together did he realize what was going on, looking at the boys with an urgent but serious look in his eyes. 

“I’d advise you three to find Miss Rolyat a body of water immediately, her scales have started to dry out in the air, so her body is quickly being affected by the changes from the potion.” 

“H-Huh? What does that mean?” Deuce asked, looking down at the girl in his arms with extreme confusion. 

“Merfolk can survive out of water but not for very long, if they are kept too far from a body of water like any regular fish they will begin to suffocate, and due to the circumstances of her sudden transformation I worry that Miss Rolyats dried out tail is evidence that such a process has slowly begun.”

“HUH!?” The trio all gaped in shock. Their friend..was going to suffocate!? Immediately panic set it as they frantically looked to one another for what to do, but it seemed like Ace was the quickest to calm down after he realized something. 

“I-I know just the place we can take her to! But Professor what about an antidote?” Ace asked concerned, looking over at his teacher in hopes of an answer, but the seemingly unsure expression on the Professors face drew a pit in his stomach. 

“Sadly I ordered all the materials for the reversal potion to come in tomorrow, seeing as that was when you all would turn in your finished assignments and we would have then proceeded to the next phase of turning the animals back into their original forms.” Divus crossed his arms as he continued to stare at the girl.  “I will go and discuss with Mr. Sam to see if we can obtain the materials sooner, but if not she should be fine as long as you find her a body of water to reside in until a reversal potion can be made, so for now I suggest you three hurry.” The trio nodded, taking a small bow before excusing themselves as they quickly exited the room. Divus could only sigh as he sat back down into his chair, resting his head in his hand with a troubled expression. “What troublesome puppies indeed…”

~~~

Ace ran ahead of the group with Grim still latched onto his shoulders, and Deuce was following close behind as he held on tightly to their friend. “S-So- Where are we going!?” Deuce shouted, the trio speeding past students who looked on in confusion and surprise.

“We’re heading for mostro lounge!” The red head’s answer almost made Deuce stop in his tracks entirely, but he continued running. 

“Huh!? The freaky fish dudes!? You want us to go there?” Grim yelled in surprise, completely baffled as to why they would ever need to go to the Octavinelle dorm. 

“Look those guys are fish people too right? So if anything they’re our best shot of helping us out! I mean they’ve got that big tank too in the lounge!” Ace looked back at Deuce as they ran. The trio didn’t have the fondest memories of the lounge, the place only serving as a reminder of their time as forced servers and Grims poor time as a dishwasher made them shutter. But if there were any people who could help their new mer-friend then it would have to be them. 

“H-Hang in there Roly, okay?” Deuce looked down at the poor girl in his arms, she didn’t so much as open her eyes but she could still hear him, weakly giving him a thumbs up in response. 

~~~

After weaving and bobbing past various students and racing to the hall of mirrors, not even hesitating for a moment before jumping into the Octavinelle portal. Soon they made a beeline for the lounge, bypassing any curious dorm members. 

“Huh!? The Doors are locked shut!” Ace was the first one to get there with Grim, doing his best to push open the lounges double doors only to find them shut tight. 

“Nyaa! What the hell! Don’t tell me they’re closed- there’s no way!” Grim shouted, baffled at the locked doors, seeing how Azul would never miss a chance for business unless he really needed to. 

“Stand aside!” Deuce yelled, still running down the corridor before stopping just a bit away from the doors, and without a second's hesitation he turned his body, raising his leg in the air to swiftly kick at the doors, the trio watching them open on impact with his kick. Ace and Grim stared dumbfounded at their friend for a moment before watching him rush inside, the duo shaking it off as they ran and followed right behind them.

“Oh my, it’s you four” the tall Jade Leech was currently behind the bar counter, drying away at some dishes while Floyd, who sat at the bar, swiveled around in his seat to see who had made all the racket.

“Ehh, it’s crab and mackerel, with little sealy and lil’ shrimp too?” Floyd tilted his head curiously as he got up out of his seat, noticing the ‘little shrimp’ not looking too good in the arms of her fellow classmate. 

“Just who do you lot think you are to cause such a commotion before opening hours?” An annoyed looking Azul came walking up the steps behind them, having heard the crash of the lounge’s doors opening and assessing the damages that would surely need to be paid back. 

“Argh look we’ll pay to fix the door but seriously let us use the tank!” Ace didn’t want to be bothered with getting bombarded with questions, pointing at the large tank in the lounge as he stared down with Jade with a surprisingly determined expression, especially due to the fact that Ace was still somewhat scared of them. 

“Oh? The tank you say?” Jade raised an eyebrow curiously at his underclassmen. His brother however just stalked closer to Deuce and Rolyat before reaching a hand out to take off the blazer on her waist, revealing the beautiful light pink tail. 

“Waah! Little shrimps got a tail!” Floyd looked rather surprised, staring at the girl's pearlescent tail in awe. 

“Okay yes she has a tail! Now just use that benevolent heart of yours and help us!” Ace shouted.

“Fgyaa! She’s gonna’ suffocate if we don’t hurry!” Grim followed right after. Grim and Ace’s words of panic seemed to fully settle in for the aquatic trio. Azul seemed shocked and baffled at the sight of the mermaid tail before quickly regaining composure, adjusting his glasses before looking to his vice dorm head. 

“R-Right, Jade?” Azul was hesitant but quickly found his wording and turned to his right hand man.

“Hm, right away,” Jade nodded, setting the glass down and quickly making his way around the bar, beckoning his hand for the underclassmen to follow him through a door in the back of the lounge. The doorway leads to a backroom with a metal staircase leading upwards, seemingly for the top of the large fish tank that spreads a good amount around the lounge and even has a tunnel that connects the tank to the vast ocean that surrounds the rest of the dorm. Quickly the group made their way up the staircase, stopping at a platform before the large opening of the tank, the trio looking at their friend warily. 

“Ah, pardon me but could I see Miss Rolyat for just a moment?” Jade held out his arms to Deuce who seemed wary at first, looking to his friends before Ace just nodded, telling him it would probably be alright. Deuce sighed, nodding back to Jade and handing him Rolyat. Jade immediately took notice of the girls pailing complexion and how dry the scales on her tail had become, so without a moment's hesitation he carefully slipped off the girls blazer and began unbuttoning her dress shirt, revealing the simple whitish pink camisole underneath. 

“What are you-” Deuce went to stop Jade but stopped in his tracks when Jade shot him a look.

“It’ll be much easier for her skin to breath since it’s quickly started to change, merfolk are not known for wearing heavy layers you know.” Jade’s words quickly cut off Ace’s, the trio were about to question their upperclassman actions before simply letting it be, feeling that he would know best. 

They did stand by and watch warily however, watching as Jade carefully lowered her body into the tank before letting her go as her body floated down to the bottom. He turned back to go down the stairs, the trio following close behind as they joined Floyd and Azul who were watching the tank to see what would happen.

Rolyat looked as if she were peacefully sleeping despite being in water. A couple of curious fish would swim over and stare, some even having the courage to nudge at her with what little force they had. Eventually however, her tail slowly started to move as her eyes fluttered open, she moved to sit up, tiredly confused until she came face to face with a yellow tang. 

She screamed, hardly any sound coming out but saw the pleather of bubbles spill out of her mouth, suddenly realizing where she was she quickly covered her mouth and shut her eyes. But she soon realized that she wasn’t drowning, she uncovered her mouth and warily opened her eyes, looking around with confusion and then looked back at her tail as she moved around. 

The sound of Jade gently knocking on the glass caught her attention, her view immediately catching sight of her friends as she clumsily swam over to them, head accidentally bumping into the glass barrier that separated them. Holding her head in slight pain she continued to look on in confusion, just barely being able to hear what they were saying as the group talked. 

“She may remain here and we’ll do our best to provide support where we can, however I will expect some form of compensation for the repairs on the door.” Azul adjusted his glasses as he stared at the troublesome trio. The group only seems to sigh in response. 

“Yeah yeah we will, sheesh.” Ace scratched the back of his head in annoyance as he glanced over to Deuce who seemed to be typing something on his phone before holding it up to the glass for Rolyat to see.

“We’ll come see you again when lunch time rolls around, but until then hang in there okay?” Deuce’s words of encouragement could barely be made out through the glass, but Rolyat read along with his phone, but all she could do was simply smile sweetly and nod her head. 

They parted ways and she waved goodbye as her friends ran off to class, but now she felt a feeling of loss as she floated in the take, unsure of what to do in her current state. 

She looked over to the Octavinelle trio, Azul simply nodding to her as he adjusted his glasses and walked away, likely going back to the vip lounge. Jade simply gave her his usual mysterious smile, taking a small bow to her before turning away and going to assess the damages of the door that Deuce had kicked through. Floyd on the other hand simply sat in the closest seat to the tank and grinned his sharp toothy smile at her, finding something amusing, which made her worried since Floyd’s smile’s could mean a plethora of things. 

So just as Deuce had told her, all she could do was simply hang in there until they found whatever they could to fix this mess, and hopefully it wouldn’t take too long.