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l5byrinth · 1 year

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“even in my worst times, you could see the best of me”

pairing: cam cameron x fem!reader

summary: in which you and cam have hated each other for as long as you can remember. but what if that hatred wasn’t actually what you thought it was.

warnings: fluff, angst (a little idk), enemies to lovers, lmk if i should add more, not edited

a/n: FINALLY i’m back yall!! i’ll probably disappear for like another few months again but i really had to post this one bc there aren’t enough fics for my bae cam 🫶🏼 and my requests are open!! i don’t want my work copied, translated and/or posted on another platform without it being discussed with me.

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Inhale. Exhale.

The nerves were flooding in as you waited for your turn to be ‘presented to society’. Being a debutant and actually participating in the stuff you found nonsense at first was the last thing you expected you’d be doing this summer. What you didn’t expect in a million years either, was falling for the one you sworn you hated with every single part of you.

You couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment it began, but it hit you hard when you heard that Belly broke up with Cam. Thoughts of the two of you being together flooded your mind, and though you tried to push them away, they lingered.

Instead of pursuing these thoughts, you distanced yourself from Cam, which turned out to be more difficult than expected since he seemed to be everywhere you were.

Cam was taken aback by your sudden distance. Although you both disliked each other, you never missed the opportunity to bicker. Now, whenever he tried to engage, you either ignored him or replied formally without any insults.

And if Cam had to be honest, it made him feel this pain in his chest. Especially when you started to hangout him with this guy you had met at the bonfire. The same guy you befriended to try to forget Cam. And also the same guy who was your escort to the debutant ball.

Cam tried to come up with reasons for your distance, and one day, he found himself standing in front of your house. Cam wasn’t sure what he was going to say or do, but he was determined to see you. His heart skipped a beat when he made it to the porch and he halted in front of the door, taking a deep breath in.

He was about to knock, when a thought jumped into his head.

You were scrolling on your phone, trying everything to get Cam out of your head. But everything you saw reminded him of you. You even came past a video of whales and wanted to scream out loud. Why was your phone working against you?

A knock on your window interrupted your furious thoughts and confusion washed over you. You don’t remember meeting up with anyone, or telling someone to come by your window. Scared that it might be a burglar, you grabbed the first object you saw to use as a weapon. However, when you opened your window, the last person you expected was in front of you, heavily panting. “Cameron?” You questioned, lowering your weapon since there wasn’t an actual real threat.

“Hi.” He simply greeted with a grin, before climbing into your room. He stood way too close to you, making your breath hitch as he dusted himself off. But you weren’t going to let him notice what kind of effect he had on you, so the best you could do is just bicker like you used to to mask it.

“What are you doing here? Trying to rob me or something?” You asked as you took a few steps back, “‘Cause I’m not afraid to use this!” You showed the bedside table lamp in your hands.

“Calm down, Y/l/n,” He chuckled as he put his hand on your arm to lower it, and you just allowed him to do so. You felt yourself relax at the warmth and touch of his hand and mentally cursed yourself for this. He liked at you with a small smile, a smile that made your heart flutter in your chest.

Cam’s hand lingered on your arm, before he cleared his throat and quickly removed it. Around everyone, he was always shy and reserved, but with you it was different. You brought out some confidence in him he never knew he had. And Cam never understood why, but with you, he felt at ease and weirdly enough, safe. Whenever he even looked in your direction, his worries would vanish as if they never existed.

Cam walked past you slowly and looked around your room. He tried to memorise every object on your desk, every little detail in your room. “Why are you ignoring me?” He asked, throwing his head over his shoulder to look at you. You were standing there at loss for words, trying to come up with a good excuse. He nodded to himself when you didn’t answer before continuing his walk around your room.

“I should be asking you the questions! Why are you in my room, Sextus?” You crossed your arms over chest and watched him let out a laugh at the name you called him. The sound made you burst of out happiness, but you weren’t planning on showing.

“Please, Ceres, be honest with me…” He started walking back towards you slowly, his eyes never leaving yours. The way he remembered the name you used at the latin convention made your heart skip a beat. “Why would I?” You said with a loud huff and you turned your head to the side with your eyes closed.

When you opened your eyes, Cam’s face was only an inch from yours, and you felt your guard fall down. It would’ve been so much easier if Cam didn’t have this effect on you. Your face fell. “Stop.” You mumbled, inaudible for him to hear.

“What was that?” He inquired genuinely, getting even closer if that was even possible. “Stop!” You spoke out louder, making him jump out of his skin, but soft enough for it to be a whisper. “Stop what?” Cam asked curiously. You stared into his eyes, trying to find something, think of something to make you hate him again. But as you looked into his deep eyes, all you could think about what you could be, as something else than enemies.

You looked at the ground in defeat, before continuing, “I’m trying so hard, Cameron, so hard.”

Cam was quiet as he looked at you with a confused look on his face, and he wanted you to tell him everything that was on your mind. When you looked up at him, Cam noticed that there was something else in your eyes. Something else than what he usually saw, and he couldn’t quite place what it was. “Cameron, I’m trying so hard not to hate you.” You whispered.

Cam’s heart was pounding out of his chest, while he was looking at you with his mouth agape ever so slightly. He hoped your words meant what he thought they meant, and his hand reached for yours.

A yell of your name woke both you and Cam out of your trance, eyes widening in panic. “Is everything okay up there?” Your mom yelled from downstairs, and you heard her footsteps coming up the stairs. Cam rushed towards your window, and you helped him get out quickly. Before he got down, he said something that you spent thinking about the weeks that followed, “I’m really trying hard to hate you too, but I can’t. No matter how hard I try.”

Ever since he dropped by, you had avoided him more than you initially did. And that made Cam wonder what he did or said wrong that day. You were all what he could think about, and if he wasn’t thinking about you, he was dreaming about you or speaking about you.

Whenever you saw him, you would walk the other way, you would pretend you didn’t see him standing. You basically ignored his existence. And for Cam it felt like a stab through the heart, a deep and painful one.

This continued until the debutant ball.

Cam was standing on the flight of stairs behind two other escorts and in front of many others, waiting for the girl’s name he was escorting to be announced. He didn’t know how he ended up here, escorting a girl, who he didn’t even really knew that well, to the debutant ball, But he would do anything to keep his mother happy, so here he was.

He was nervously fidgeting with his fingers, his mind on you like it always has been since the first time he saw you. A part of him wished it was you he was escorting. He wished that he was the one who first saw you in your dress before your presentation.

He fantasised how he actually wanted this day to go. You standing there in a beautiful dress, looking drop-dead gorgeous like you always did. Him being the one to look at you with an encouraging smile and mouthing to you how enchanting you looked. It was all you deserved and more. It killed him he wasn’t the one to be doing it.

When it was Cam’s to turn to go up stage and escort the girl, he imagined it was you by his side. He flashed her a polite smile as she did the same and watched as her eyes drifted off to behind him. Cam followed her eyes and saw that she was looking at none other than the guy who was escorting you.

Cam and the girl got off the stage and walked over to the other debutants, waiting for the next debutant to be presented. And when your name was called, Cam felt a heavy flutter in his chest he most certainly couldn’t ignore.

The girl beside him watched his demeanour change at the sound of your name and smiled to herself. She always had the feeling Cam had a thing for you.

When you appeared on stage, Cam’s eyes were drawn to you. The way you looked in your dress was indescribable and the way you glowed made his heart race a million miles per hour. You scanned the crowd, trying to find a familiar face to ease your nerves. And when your eyes locked Cam’s warm ones it felt as if the world stopped turning. Every single person around you disappeared, it was just you and him.

And your nerves disappeared as quickly as they appeared.

You never pulled your eyes away from his gaze as you walked down the stage with your escort. The escort who had picked up on your crush on Cam a long while back.

Cam tried his best to keep his composure, he was refraining himself from running over to you and holding you like there was no tomorrow, he tried his best not to think about all the ways he would compliment you and make you feel good.

You and your escort halted in front of the table your parents were sitting at and you finally broke eye contact with Cam. Your heart was pounding out of your chest and you were thinking about Cam all the damn time as you waited for the presentations to finish.

When they did, every debutant with their escort bowed down to the table with their family. Afterwards, everyone sat down and waited for some surprise performance the escorts were giving. Your escort waited for you to take a seat next to one of your parents, before he parted as well after flashing you a small smile.

“You looked amazing, honey.” Your mom praised, putting a hand on your shoulder. You thanked her and looked around the ball room, trying to find the one person who lived in your mind rent free. Cam was just walking past to get to the other escorts, when his eyes met yours once again. But this time you looked away after a few seconds, trying to nonchalantly brush off the fact you had a major crush on the guy you had thought was your number one enemy.

After the sudden dance performance, your escort had disappeared somewhere, along with the girl Cam was escorting. But neither of you seemed to care, as all you did was gaze at each other longingly, waiting for the people to announce when the first dance was about to take place.

Your parents, who were seated beside you, had noticed your stares and stolen glances towards the boy and smiled at each other knowingly. You tried to hide it, but they knew you. They knew when their daughter was actually in love.

The sound of glass clinking was heard, before a woman announced that it was time. And at that moment you woke up from your trance, realising your escort was still nowhere to be seen. Every debutant, alongside with her escort was gathering on the dance floor, except for you and, well, Cam.

“Mom, where is he?” You questioned worriedly. “It doesn’t matter,” She answered, making your eyebrows furrow in confusion, “I think there’s someone else you’d much rather want to share this dance with.”

She tilted her head towards a certain direction, and you knew immediately who she was referring to. But your eyes followed the direction she meant anyway, with a racing heart.

Cam was standing there, looking at you like a man in love. That’s because he is. He is in love. And before you knew it, your feet made their way towards him. You halted in front of him with a smile. You were panting like you had just run a marathon, but you didn’t care, because you were right in front of who you wanted to be.

“Seems like we both don’t have a dance partner, huh?” Cam chuckled, scratching the back of his neck nervously. All you could do was nod in respond, the words you actually wanted to speak out seeming to be stuck in your throat.

Your hands reached for his and when your fingers intertwined, you could’ve sworn you heard Cam let out a deep breath. The music started playing, and the two of you were drowning in one another’s eyes as you danced to the music just like you had practiced. The tension between the two of you was unbearable throughout the entire dance.

And once the dance ended, when you were in the end position, his face was awfully close to yours and you had to do anything in your power to not plant your lips on his. He pulled you back up, with way more force than he intended, which resulted into you being flush against his chest. Your faces only a few inches away, which made it even harder to refrain yourself.

You pulled away slowly, even when you wish you could stay like that forever. The words you desired to speak were stuck in your throat, and your eyes fell down, feeling flustered by everything that has happened this night. He wanted to say so much as he looked at you with a lovesick smile, but he didn’t know how. His right hand fine yours as he put his left hand under your chin.

He stroked your cheek gently with his thumb, his eyes fixated you and only you. You were the only thing that mattered to him any day, anywhere, anytime.

Every couple around you started to leave the dance floor, but you and Cam stayed there without a care in the world. “Let’s get out of here.” He whispered, in which you grinned to in response.

He gave your hand a gentle squeeze as you walked towards the exit of the ball room, giggles and chuckles leaving your lips. Your parents watched from afar, knowing you were finally with the one you liked all along.

#cam cameron x reader #cam cameron #the summer i turned pretty #fluff #angst with a happy ending #enemies to lovers #conrad fisher #david iacono #jeremiah fisher #steven conklin

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ni-kiiiii · 9 months

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Best friend? • Hwang Hyunjin

Angst, fluff

Summary: your bestie yoona was loyal to you or at least you thought.

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Everyone liked Hyunjin, everyone had a crush on him on campus. He was basically the campus crush at your university. He always declined everyone because he felt like everyone just wanted him for his looks. That’s why he only talked to you. You and Hyunjin relationship was completely platonic, that’s what you thought. But everyone stayed thinking you were dating him when you really weren’t and Plus you didn’t even think Hyunjin thought of you like that. And Since everyone thought you were dating him that caused all the girls to hate you.

The only girl that didn’t hate was a girl named yoona. You thought she was a good friend to you. The only thing that annoyed you was how she always brought Hyunjin into a conversation.

“ when am I gonna meet Hyunjin?”

“ you should make a sleep over with me, you, and Hyunjin”

“ how is Hyunjin doing”

“ is hyunjin doing anything”

All of these comments secretly annoyed you but you never showed it.

So one day you decided to plan to create sleepover with you, Hyunjin, and Yoona. You had to check if Hyunjin was okay with it and he said he was fine with it. You knew you didn’t have ask Yoona because she’s the one that kept suggesting the idea.

- time skip

You, Hyunjin, and Yoona were all walking to the bus stop to go to your house. Something was bothering you a little. The reason being was that Yoona would stay so close to Hyunjin. It was at the point where u we’re walking behind them because she was so close. It was like she was a puppy following her owner. That annoyed you because Yoona never acts like that.

“ y/nnn how long is this gonna take” Yoona whined.

“Yoona it hasn’t even been 5 minutes,” Hyunjin laughed.

Yoona blushed, which was confusing because what was so embarrassing that she’s blushing. ‘Omg no I can’t be jealous from them two’ you thought to yourself.

You went to the edge of the curb to see if the bus was here and to your surprise it was. “Bus is here guys, get your cards ready,” you told Yoona and Hyunjin. They nodded their head and started getting their cards ready to pay for the bus.

The bus came in like 20 seconds which was enough time for everyone to get ready on the bus. The bus came slowly to the curb and stopped for people to get on and off the bus. Hyunjin went first, then Yoona, then you. You were watching over them like they were your kids since the sleep over was at your house. Hyunjin sat in a 2 person seat and Yoona rushed to his side like a puppy. ‘Bro why am I getting jealous all of a sudden Yoona is literally my friend” you thought in your mind. But she was slowly pissing you off since she was following Hyunjin when you guys were walking to the bus stop.

You sat all the way in the back row because you liked sitting there to clear your mind. But that caught Hyuns attention since he said, “ Y/n why are you sitting all the way back there?” With a little desperation in his face. He kept side eyeing Yoona to hint that he didn’t want to be alone with her. You laughed in your head but proceeded to sit behind Hyunjin and Yoona.

“So how was you guys days?” You asked.

Guys should I continue this???? ( PLZ RESPOND) and is it written good bc someone told me that one of my stories mad their head hurt and that it was corny. They said to never write anything like that again. It included curses which was very bad. I agreed with the way I wrote it was bad and stuff but they were being disrespectful about it. Guys give me feed back💗

#bang chan #hyunjin #felix angst #lee know #jeongin #txt #lee felix series #stray kids #stray kids jisung #changbin #hyunjin x reader

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x-liv25-jamieswife · 5 months

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sorry if you’ve already done this 😭😭😭 but could you do Avery and Gigi headcanons!! Like when they meet and become friends ((((:

avery and gigi head canons

OMG YES! i honestly didn't think of making head canons for those two, but now that you mention it, i'm extremely intrigued. might not be as good as my other posts considering we don't know a whole bunch about gigi but i'll do my best. i've also been working on requests/posts for literal hours so my brain might be out of head canon making power. hope you like them though <3.

gigi is always asking questions about avery's childhood bc avery has the weirdest stories ever bc of the way she grew up.

avery taught her self-defense after some guy tried to come after her. gigi is now better than avery and will most definitely end you if you try to hurt her (she may or may not have also learned self-defense in order to kill duncan)

gigi loves talking to avery bc she doesn't really talk often which allows gigi to spill her guts out. she always has so many different stories to share and stuff, but most people don't spare the time to listen to her.

gigi forces avery to do tiktoks with her (dances, grwms, etc) bc avery looks so awkward and uncomfortable, and it makes her laugh.

she will steal avery's coffee bc no one allows her to have any. avery knows she steals it but doesn't say shit.

gigi forced avery to talk about sheffield and what he did to her. gigi now despises (but still sort of loves him cause he's her father) her father. she didn't think he had it in him to do smth like that to a literal child.

she encourages avery to talk about her emotions and let everything out. gigi is like the mental health advocate (for everyone but herself)

gigi loves ice skating and wanted to bring avery to the ice rink with her. avery didn't know how to ice skate though so gigi taught her how to (their lessons involved a lot of falling, near death experiences, concussions, etc)

avery is like an overprotective mom. if gigi is getting bullied or smth, she heads to that person's house/school or whtv and beats the crap out of them (verbally). they always run away in fear and never bother gigi again.

gigi buys avery clothes all the time. she thinks avery is really pretty and likes dressing her up.

avery gives gigi her credit card and tells her to spend money on whatever she wants (gigi calls avery her sugar mommy)

for some reason, avery is a really good twerker (is that even a word) and gigi forced her to teach her how to shake ass.

gigi feels comfortable enough to open up to avery and ask for advice/vent. she finds avery to be really non judgmental and straight forward which she appreciates.

avery and gigi will constantly gang up on grayson and pull pranks n him (they once replaced all of his expensive skincare with cheap shitty drugstore skincare and he actually screamed)

avery helps gigi with her homework when she's struggling. gigi is convinced avery is a saint bc she always explains the stuff to her better than her actual teachers.

gigi is bi (at least in my head), and avery was the first person she came out to.

they both talk about how much of a fucking coward grayson is when it comes to his feelings for lyra(?). they'll be watching grayson and lyra and they'll be saying things like 'omg how fucking dense can a man be, like, just fucking confess', and gigi will be like 'i fucking hate men'

avery bought her a cat (idk if its been mentioned in tbh if gigi actually has cats or if she just likes them, but if she does own cats, just pretend avery bought her another one)

they go out together and buy her cat(s?) cute little outfits (tutus, gucci coats, bows etc).

gigi has (not anymore though) a tinder account, and avery found out about it. she absolutely freaked and deleted the account telling gigi that it was dangerous and that she'd find a man for her if she was that desperate.

avery never got to experience things that most kids got to experience (she grew up too fast/didn't have the opportunity), and gigi finds it sad, so, she brings her out to like trampoline parks and stuff. it makes gigi happy seeing how happy avery is.

avery is always apologizing to gigi about her father. she blames herself and thinks she should've found another way to escape (when she was kidnapped). gigi reassures her by telling her that there was no other way and that, after everything her father did, he sort of deserved to die.

they shit talk men. they fucking hate them.

in my gigi and grayson post, i mentioned gigi loves knitting. avery knows this and buys her yarn all the time. when she's out with max (or alone or with gigi), she goes to stores that sell yarn and looks for smth cool for gigi.

gigi and her family don't have much money after what happened in tbh. avery gave them all a huge amount of money. acacia feels bad, but avery insisted. when gigi found out, she was so fucking happy she literally knelt on the floor telling avery she was a literal god. she then cried in her arms.

gigi gets her to dress up in the most scandolous shit ever. she somehow found out avery's bra size/underwear size and buys her lingerie whenever she goes out. avery secretly loves it but pretends to be scandalized.

#the inheritance games #jameson hawthorne #grayson hawthorne #avery grambs #xander hawthorne #nash hawthorne #gigi grayson

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scripturiends · 1 year

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i know one of the biggest complaints about house of anubis was its writing but if you step back and really consider the sitcoms that were airing at the same time on nickelodeon then it’s actually stellar in comparison. one thing that really set it apart was that it was serialized and not episodic so you had to be really cohesive with the main plot whilst being able to keep ur younger audiences hooked with high school hijinks,, which was comparatively less intense with the d*n schn*ider shows but was just as impactful?? and it did so without resorting to constant physical comedy.

just as a sidebar so far on twitter the biggest criticism ive seen of the show was that it was boring but that makes sense if you’re watching an episode that was meant to be the continuation of all the other ones that you may not have seen bc it was the time of cable. streaming was still sorta a foreign concept in 2011-2013. so that was one of its weaknesses back when it was airing but i think actually as time passed by it has now become one of its strongest points because house of anubis is incredibly rewatchable. you can watch it over and over again and discover something new about the plot, the characters, even the random things happening in the background.

anyway back to the writing, one of the reasons i love the dialogue in the show is because of how witty it actually is like im sorry it’s actually so hard to find the balance of sounding sharp without being pretentious and being funny without being too childish and using big words while still effectively portraying what it’s like to be in high school. that’s in the writing, that’s in the delivery – there have been questionable acting moments for sure but the cast were definitely giving it their all.

and this was something i articulated to my friends as a commentary but i seriously love how they wrote the girls on the show. because yes nina and joy were in that love triangle but nina never plotted to hurt joy because of it and when it mattered the most, joy was there to help nina out with all the chosen one stuff. and when willow and mara found out jerome was dating the both of them, willow asked mara if she hated her and she said no. which, if you were 13 at the time would have been so crazy to think about because normally the portrayal of girls is being at each other’s throats, trying to win the guy back, one-upping each other to find out who loves who more. joy did mara dirty during the journalism arc but she straight up said “i will not accept joy slander”. kt always reassured patricia that she wasn’t interested in eddie and even helped them get back together. amber was a girl’s girl the whole show – when she was unhappy with joy it was because she wanted to protect nina. when joy lashed out at willow, she felt bad and apologized. i could go on and on about all the times the women of anubis house had each others’ backs like they would fight but at the end of the day they love each other and would protect each other. just like joy said, whatever fight they would have, it’ll be ancient history by lunchtime.

i think the same goes for the guys as well? the guys don’t fit squarely into just one stereotype. like yes fabian is the ‘nerd’ but he barely went to class. he was smart in the things he was interested in – if anyone cared the most about the school it was mara. jerome was the ‘prankster’ but they did a deep dive into his family in season 2 and we even got to see him at his most lovable when he’s fallen in love with joy. eddie is supposed to be the ‘bad boy’ but in the entirety of season 2 he made me swoon with the way he kept encouraging patricia to lower her walls and talk about her feelings. he was pretty vocal about how he would like to be cared for, and genuinely gets upset when patricia wouldn’t listen. he’s an honest and sweet friend to everyone too.

anyway im sorry i couldn’t do one for everyone but you get what i mean. everyone was nuanced in a way that i think was so advanced for network standards like i really believe nickelodeon didn’t deserve a show as good as anubis but also at the same time im not sure it would be as good had nickelodeon not picked it up and gave it the number of episodes that it did. it’s kind of like how i feel about many of the decisions in the show – nina leaving without a proper explanation, the nina/joy/fabian love triangle, mick and amber’s departures, the way they approached the jerome/mara/willow/joy arc in s3 – i hate it but i also love it. it’s my favorite thing but also my most despised thing. i can’t stand watching it but i can’t get enough.

house of anubis is flawed in the way anubis house and the kids living in it are. they do the most awful things but they are so in need of nurturing. they’re immature but also the most mature people on the show. just a collection of oxymorons that created the masterpiece that it’s always been but also the masterpiece that it’s now just becoming.

#i mean it seeing these girls not hate each other is so refreshing bc in victorious they all hated each other 😭#house of anubis isn’t perfect many times it isn’t even Good #but i’ll be damned if i ever let anyone who hasn’t seen the show insult it and call it bad #no knowledge of joy mercer’s existence no opinion #house of anubis #hoa #mine

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smallraindrops-blog · 3 months

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da loreeeee Anon (I've done like 10 ask I'm so sorry)

But any more ideas if u were to continue y/n being like

The guardian of sleep in the second game?

da loreeeee anon!

Putting my response under readmore. Possible hades 2 spoilers

I haven’t played the second game at all, I am waiting until full access is available.

So I don't have a clear picture of what Y/N’s role will look like. I have heard of some things through the grapevine but that can change and I am trying to avoid spoilers especially regarding Hypnos.

And I am torn if I should place the lore timeline/fics post hades 2 or during it or before. Bc if I decide to go through with my final plans for Y/N, he is going to come home a changed man.

So I feel like I have to time it carefully.

But anyways.

Here is what I would like to do/what will stay the same.

Plot A

Y/n is always going to be Hypnos’ guardian, especially if I think I am right, and Hypnos is working hard for the war effort.

So i can see him not letting people interfere with Hypnos when he is around ( coughEriscough)

however I also don’t y/n would stand around, doing nothing so while Odysseus would be the master tactician, y/n would be the one to do any dirty work he or Hecate need done.

Y/n knows Hecate can keep Hypnos safe so he helps her where he can and gets stuff she needs, especially since he believes it would help Hypnos.

He miss his husband so fucking much, and places new poppies in the bed for Hypnos.

He also helps with training the young princess. And like Odysseus, he becomes a father figure for her in some ways.

Plot B

Y/n is trapped in the house along with the rest of everyone else.

If what I heard is correct, it seems like the victims are in a time trap or something?

I imagine he is one of the first victims, between trying to get others to safety and trying to get to Hypnos.

also if he came face to face with Cronus, he knows he is fucked no matter what, and just like he did with Ares, he would sacrifice himself to buy others a chance to escape.

So either he is frozen in time, painfully aware of every passing second or he is in his own coma.

Maybe he saw Hecate grab Hypnos and can have some peace that Hypnos is at least away from this mess. Maybe not.

So when he and Hypnos see each other again, he is going to be surprised at how much hypnos had changed.

Plot C

During the attack, Y/N isn’t in the house for whatever reason. So he had no idea what happened, only that Cronus had returned and fucked shit up.

No clue where Hypnos is or anything so he tries to get into the house but fails for whatever reason.

Or maybe he does get in, but managed to avoid Cronus. Only to see Hypnos wasn’t there at all.

Maybe in this timeline, he and Hermes managed work together, with Y/N also acting like a spy, pretending that he was against Hades and the other gods the whole, swearing loyalty to Cronus.

This allows him access to the house and he feeds information to the gods.

And oh look there is the princess, oops who let her in??

Not y/n, no sir. Y/n also didn’t give her one of Zagreus’ weapons and some healing items, no sir.

He misses Hypnos so fucking much. Fucking bitch ass Cronus.

maybe don’t fucking eat your kids and they won’t tear your body apart. Asshole.

Y/n really hates Cronus, maybe more than even he hated Pyrhuss.

There are some more ideas but those are the ones I feel safe sharing. lol

#wake me from this dreaming #asks and replies

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agaypanic · 3 months

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Grumpy Malcolm With a Sunshine Reader Headcanons

Masterlist

Request Something!

A/N: holy shit i finally posted a fic. i posted this separately bc the ask was a bit lengthy and i didn’t want the whole post to feel bulky or anything

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It was so weird for everyone when you first got together

You’re always so positive and energetic

Meanwhile, Malcolm hates everything and thinks the world sucks

Before you get together, it’s kinda like him and Cynthia where he likes you and stuff, but is slightly put off by your energy

“Hey, Malcolm!” The boy jolted, not expecting such an energetic greeting at seven in the morning. You plopped down into the seat next to him and took out a notebook.

“Hey, Y/n,” Malcolm responded, much more toned down compared to you.

You tossed your bundle of glitter gel pens onto the desk, letting them scatter around as you looked at your friend. “So, what did you do this weekend?”

Malcolm sighed. Francis and Piama had come to visit, which usually excited him. But those two days were filled with passive aggressiveness and backhanded comments between the couple and his mom. “Watched TV.” Malcolm usually liked complaining about his crazy family, but he figured he’d spare you from it because he didn’t want to take you out of your giddy mood. “What about you? What did you do?”

You were lucky that class wouldn’t start for a few more minutes, because you immediately went into an excited ramble about what you did over the weekend. To Malcolm, your energy made things as mundane as doing the dishes sound interesting.

Malcolm puts off you meeting his family as long as possible

Which isn’t long, considering his mom would find out pretty quick that you two are dating

He’s so worried that his family is gonna embarrass him and scare you off

But by the end of the night, he doesn’t know if he should be happy or scared that you actually like his family

You and Malcolm hadn’t even reached the front door yet, and you could already hear yelling and glass breaking. Malcolm cringed at the noises, putting a hesitant hand on the doorknob before looking at you. “Are you sure you wanna meet my family? I don’t know if you could tell, but we aren’t exactly… normal.”

“Malcolm, I don’t care if your family’s crazy.” You said comfortingly, giving him a peck on the lips. “I wanna meet them. Besides, I bet it’ll be fun!”

Your boyfriend didn’t really share your thoughts, but they gave him the push he needed to open the door and welcome you into the house.

As soon as you stepped out of the front family room and into the kitchen, you and Malcolm were met with chaos. Lois was trying to cook, but kept getting distracted and yelling at Reese and Dewey, who kept shouting and fighting each other. Malcolm’s youngest brother, Jamie, wandered around the house, dropping toys without looking back at them. They would either make people yelp from accidentally stepping on them or be thrown at the two fighting brothers. The whole place seemed to be a complete mess. The only person who seemed unaffected by the environment was Hal, who was sitting at the dinner table drinking coffee and reading a newspaper.

You nudged Malcolm, your bright smile contrasting his horrified look. “See? This looks fun!”

Sometimes, your energy can be a little much for Malcolm

Not that he would ever tell you that

It’s just that he’s so used to people around him drawing attention for one reason or another

And sometimes, he just wants to lay low

But if anyone ever tells you to calm down or to “stop being so weird,” he’s gonna fight them

Sitting at lunch with your friends, you were talking your boyfriend’s ear off. Everyone except Malcolm seemed to tune out you talking about some artist’s new album you had been listening to. Although Malcolm was a bit tired from his classes, he nodded along and added comments whenever he felt necessary.

But for the most part, he just listened to you talk. “And now she’s going on tour, and she’s gonna be playing at a place that’s only like an hour away from us. We totally have to go, Mal!”

“Maybe,” Malcolm responded, thinking about how many extra shifts he’d probably have to pick up at the Lucky Aide to afford the tickets. “But remember, Y/n, it’s not guaranteed we’ll be able to get tickets.”

“I have hope.” You shrugged. “But before we go, you gotta listen to the album first. I think you’d like it, Mal. Oh my gosh, there’s this one song that I think could totally be our song, you know what I mean? It’s called-”

“Oh my God.” Reese appeared behind you and Malcolm, staring at you with some displeasure. “Y/n, do you ever. Shut. Up?”

All you did was blink at Reese, wondering how or if you should respond.

But Malcolm came to your defense immediately. “How about you shut up, Reese?”

“Oh, come on, Malcolm,” Reese said, rolling his eyes. “You have to admit that it gets annoying with her talking all the time.”

Instead of replying, Malcolm jumped out of his seat and pounced on his brother, taking him to the floor. Part of you wanted to try to break up the fight. But despite all the violence, you thought it was sweet of Malcolm to defend you with such urgency.

And as much as Malcolm wanted to distance himself from it, he would probably always attract attention and bring chaos. But as long as you liked it, he supposed he didn’t mind it as much.

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Malcolm in the Middle Taglist: @rattilol

#agaypanic #malcolm in the middle #malcolm in the middle x reader #malcolm wilkerson #malcolm wilkerson x reader #malcolm wilkerson x reader headcanons #malcolm wilkerson headcanons

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likesaly · 1 year

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!!24 25 14 12 5 7 For Sagara, Yukinaga, Sataka and uhhhhh Eruno

Sagara

5 - I've already said the My Melody Anime OP so I'll give a different song for her, bc I've been thinking abt Winx Club again recently probably just any of the transformation songs, Sagara would love them fr

7 - I love how everyone draws her as cringefail as possible, her silliness cannot be contained /pos

12 - Sagara has a local weird girl status but it's not in a derogatory way it's a positive way because she's a good worker at Little Berry. She throws freebie sweets in her customers' orders.

14 - Yume Kawaii!!

24 - Asriel from Undertale (like in a way before he died and stuff like in 201X way)

25 - I thought she was silly, she was one of my favorites upon first playing the game

Yukinaga

5 - E.T by Katy Perry!! 4 Obvious reasons

7 - I'd say the same thing as above for Sagara bc they're vv similar

12 - He probably has a space themed bed room and I want to think has a rocketship shaped bed

14 - Typical teen 80s boy fashion

24 - Adam from Roblox Flicker (okay hi to my flicker moots if you're reading this but Yeah I know the lore has been removed/isn't canon anymore but I mean this in a reverse way for Yukinaga bc if I remember correctly Adam was an alien that pretended to be human and such so like ygs see my vision??)

25 - I never had strong opinions abt him but I did (and still do) like him!

Sataka

5 - For a second one (bc I added going down from the last ask game) I'd say Be quiet and Drive (specifically the acoustic version) by Deftones, not sure why but I just think Sataka on that one

7 - N/A (sorry man the majority of the talk for 1beat is literally it's main cast you can't even rlly find content for anyone else /lh)

12 - Sataka definitely took a shower after going into the public footbath, I'm sorry I'm not letting him live that one down /lh

14 - Ouji or Military Boystyle(?)/Lolita (I'm not sure what the masc name for the second one is)

24 - N/A - I don't think see anyone from fandoms I'm into bc I thought Abt this for a good while now

25 - I didn't have any at first but at the end of first playing File 02, I was like this man really went "Fuck you I am drunk and dying, you will not get the satisfaction of my death looking like an accident and have me die in vain" /POS

Eruno

5 - I read this and my brain instantly went Alone by Marshmallow (I have not listened to this song since second or third grade in my gacha phase I don't know why I thought that but take it ig /lh)

7 - I like how she's always drawn w Potete and Aira like her relationship w them is so important,,

12 - Upon being body switched (the og dog potete), Izuchi gave her candy and Izuchi regrets that very much bc she probably got on a sugar rush reaking havoc /lh

14 - Boystyle I don't think I have to explain myself for this

24 - Cat the cat from HELLO, HELLO WOLRD! (They have the same energy, like Cat got into Kotobukis house just to get food and got chased out like Lowkey Eruno vibes)

25 - Love at first sight (/p), she's so important

#cyril asks #ask game #j still can't think of one for sataka

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crayonverse · 1 year

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Alright nobody asked or actually cares but here’s a bunch of my physical video games that I love

(long post)

Starting off weak: a bunch of my normal sims stuff. I have a lot of the sims 3 packs but they’re at my dads house (Along my with supernatural s1-15). i also have more sims 4 because i, stupidly, paid money for them (and i also dont understand how to pirate the rest)

Fantasy Life (best toh game ever I love it so much also one of the characters was accidentally trans coded please play this game🙏🙏h). also i could never complete the Bratz ponyz. i just kept cleaning the horses and then gave up lmao

Xbox games I can’t play because I don’t have an Xbox at my Mums and the one at my dads broke. I hope to find a new one sometime🫶. but also Viva Pinata is a brilliant game and is the best ever actually. everyone needs to a look a whirlim forever

Most goated Pokémon game ever. Real. God it’s so much fun I love this game sm. It was one of my first ever Pokémon games and I loved just running around and making friends. Truly amazing

Not games but movies I have. That arceus + the Lucario and mew movie were my only Pokémon media n shit. I rewatched them sm

When wii party and worms battle came out you know the sleepover got so good. the diseny enchatned princess was my childhood i just kept making a new princess and running around doing nothing

Switch games!!!!!!! I really like Pokémon games and eevee is my favourite little guy ever. i can never get far in ary bc my switch doesnt have enough space to keep playing :( it does seem cute with the small time i can play through

Scribblenauts has been like. One of my fav game series. Maxwell ur a sweet little man and I love him. also nintendogs those games have been so cute throughout my life. i love animals

i also consisently buy every single one of each of these games in their series bc they always slap so hard

The imagine series is also a staple those fucking things r COOL. ive just recently restarted my tomodachi island <3

PS3 stuff. Me and my dad used to play Rayman together

imagine teacher was my fav out of the imagine games i have. i got so invested in those fake preschoolers (the pottery level is the suckiest tho i hate it). moshi monsters cool tho i like it

Mod Nation was my mysims racing since i didnt have it and its. actually kinda fun. i think it also had an online element but idk if the servers are still active at this point. bugsnax is also revoulutionary play it play it play it play it

diseny universe was like a big game i kept trying to play with my friends but i think they fucking hated it LOL

my time at portia goated (saving up for the sequel rn)

outer worlds was also one of the only games i full on cried at the end. also at the time i ID'd as a asexual lesbian and Parvati, who was an asexual lesbian, made me feel very seen at the time. shes still my fav companion from that game.

lego dc supervillains has been my fav lego game so far and i hope more lego games are like it in the future because it was great

my lbp stack💪💪💪 i havent done much of A Big Adventure yet bc its more of an adventure game than the others and also you cant save normally in the game For Some Reason. like you cant just. save and quit. idk why that isnt in the game.

sorry for showing you all danganronpa

this has been my most recent video game. my dad went garage sale hunting and came back with two of these so i just stole one out of his boxes and took it home. havent played it yet but it looks cool

my sims games 💪💪💪💪💪💪 yes the fact that skyheroes is on the ps3 does in fact annoy me greatly no i will not tell my lovely mother that at all

ok yeah thats all the ones i want to show. i do have a bunch of other stuff but theyre not that cool

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foxtriestobiteandmaimandkilland · 1 year

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hihihi!! 🐌 📺 🥭 🎓 and ☕️ for the asks :333

teehee yippee ty hi

Hobbies 🐌 OH i can actually answer this omg ok sosososo. photography is like BIGGGG number 1 it is SOO important 2 me and is basically the reason i can remember half my life bc i have SUCH a bad memory i have 2 take photos of things i wanna remember. altho im also rlly bad at remembering to take photos. BUT YEAH I LOVE PHOTOGRAPHY sosoooooos osos mcuh. and also art altho i dont draw as seriously or often as i used to but i still loveeeee it. andddd yeahhhh :3333

TV show you’d recommend to everyone 📺 ohhhh shittttt i dont watch tv like. ever. errrr ive watched the owl house and thats likeeee it. and im p sure if ur gonna watch the owl house udve been recommended it by now. errrrrr. i can recommend a veryyyyy good podcast abt dumb pirates that will take u forever to listen 2 but thats not a tv show. SO. er. yeah. bite ur tv out of love and watch that.

Favorite fruit 🥭 IM BORINGG i love apples but like they r my comfort food they r everything 2 me if i dont have atleast one apple every few days i will go fucking insane i need apples AND when i got covid i couldnt eat apples for months bc they tasted like vomit AND I HATED IT but i can eat them again :3 i also love bananas but mostly as a flavour bc apple flavours tend to be sour but banana flavours r usually sweet and i love banana milkshake and banana cake and banana. banana stuff. yeahh. apples n bananas. i am SO boring but its fine :3

Favorite subject 🎓 ART by a mileeeee it is the only lesson i am almost always annoyed 2 have 2 leave bc like. i can fuckin focus on my art sooo much. but yea. altho from core subjects id sayyyy english bc like. yea.

Favorite drink ☕️ WELL IT DEPENDS because its sometimes chocolate drinks (hot chocolate in cold weather n chocolate milk in warm weather) but also i like fantas bc they remind me of like. summer and cool stuff and hanging out w friends and theyre fun. and monsters bc even tho theyre kinda gross 2 me they remind me of my one friend. but id say mainly chocolate mi WAIT. also banana milkshakes. altho i cant have those that often. but yea. BUT TYYYYYY <333333

#day thoughts

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starredforlife · 3 years

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feeling fuckin grody <3

#i should wash my face and get some coffee lol #star's thoughts #dl #the reason i always ask for asks n stuff is bc everyone in my house is asleep when im most awake #so uh feel free to keep me company if u want!#i have been trying to work in illustrator all day bc i got hired to do a fuckin explainer video lmao #time to rig in after effects!!! shit!!#they gave me 45 secs of audio instead of 30 which means thats way too much for traditional 2d lol #somthing like 1080 frames of animation handrawn #im just gonna keyframe the shit outta this by oct 26th

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tapesfrom1980 · 2 years

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dating older daniel diaz would include…

disclaimer: this won’t have stuff from the actual plot, so basically it’s just like dating daniel but without all the bad stuff that happened bc in my mind he, sean, and esteban are still all happily alive and together and no one can tell me otherwise!!! (his powers are still mentioned) enjoy <3

- knowing each other since kids and having a friends to lovers trope

- it wasn’t till you guys reached middle school till you realized you liked each other, but didn’t confess feelings till the 9th grade

- everyone knew you guys liked each other before you guys did

- sean especially

- he noticed how daniel would let you play with the toys he’d never let anyone else play with

- and how he always got mad when sean would tease him in front of you

- him and lyla had a lot of fun teasing you guys about your crushes no matter how much you both denied it

- when you got your first boyfriend in the 7th grade because you were convinced daniel didn’t like you back he was a jealous MESS

- “what does she even see in him dad? he doesn’t wear deodorant!”

- “you don’t either most of the time enano”

- “shut up sean!”

- daniel distancing himself from you because he was hurt about you having a boyfriend >:c

- when you finally ask him what’s up he tells you he doesn’t like your boyfriend and refuses to elaborate

- you didn’t even like the guy so you broke up with him so that you and daniel could be besties again

- esteban always making jokes and calling you guys lovebirds

- it was funny seeing you both get flustered about it and he was excited to see how things would play out when you were older

- when daniel hit puberty in the 8th grade so many girls started liking him and you were so annoyed about it

- he got his growth spurt, his voice got deeper, and he wasn’t a little kid anymore overall

- he didn’t really notice how many other girls were after him because he was always focused on you

- when you guys started highschool, he decided he wanted to confess his feelings before it was too late

- he asked sean and lyla for advice

- sean gave him good advice but he asked lyla to be sure sean wasn’t just sabotaging him out of spite

- he ended up asking you to the homecoming dance while you were walking home

- he knew you didn’t like too much attention and doing it in front of a lot of people would make you nervous

- “y/n, will you go to homecoming with me? as in my date?”

- you were so overwhelmed with happiness that you just kissed him instead of saying yes

- the kiss was sweet and passionate and lasted almost 10 seconds but you were over the moon

- daniel going back in for another kiss after 5 seconds of just smiling at each other shyly

- you held hands for the rest of the way

- you decided not to tell anyone and just let everyone find out for themselves

- obviously lyla was the first to realize

- “they grow up so fast! :(“

- enough now!!!! let’s talk about how things were after you started dating

- making out whenever you guys have to blessing to be alone in a room together

- it was way harder than you’d think to be able to be alone together in a room after you announced you’re dating

- at first it was lowkey awkward because you both had never kissed anyone else before so you were just sorta trying to figure it out

- but after you did it was really nice

- daniels a very passionate kisser

- cuddles!!! all the time!!!

- whether it’s on the bed, couch, chair you love to cuddle

- daniel constantly giving you sketches he did of you (awww)

- movie nights! every friday. (you take turns picking which one every other week so it’s fair)

- planning out your futures constantly

- “and we’re gonna get a dog! i like the name mushroom if we do get one”

- being marvel fans together <3

- if you’re mad at each other for whatever reason, you’ll still be going to the diaz’s house

- not for daniel, but for esteban (and sometimes sean)

- esteban gives great advice and isn’t biased just because daniels his son

- he ends up forcing you guys to talk it out anyways (unless it’s clear you need space)

- but once you makeup everything goes back to normal instantly like the argument never happened

- spoiling him every chance you get

- “y/n…🙄🙄☺️”

- so many polaroid pics of you guys!!

- when you’re bored you’ll play around with his powers

- watching stranger things and comparing him to eleven the entire time

- sean joins in too because he’ll take any chance he gets to tease his brother

- it becomes a diaz family tradition to watch each season of the show everytime it comes out together

- being besties with lyla and sean ofc!!!

- sneaking out before sunrise to watch it together

- esteban pretends not to know about it

- PARTIESSSSS!!!

- you’ll be together the entire time and if any guy gets too close to you daniel WILL use his powers to make the guy spill his drink on himself or even make him pee himself

- not really the jealous type, you guys have come too far together for him to think you’d ever cheat on him

- matching hoodies

- sharing clothes together

- power couple tbh

#tapesfrom1980 #life is strange 2 #life is strange #daniel diaz #wolf brothers #sean diaz #diaz boys #esteban diaz #daniel diaz x reader

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cursingtoji · 3 years

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— The House and the Husband

Toji as househusband, very much inspired by The Way of the Househusband.

warning: little smutty, mentions of blood, nothing major really.

a/n: Dedicated to turn everyone into a toji fucker by my hands

word count: 1.6k

✧˚ · .・Before the marriage・. ·˚✧

So Toji had a tough time being a Zenin, he hated the jujutsu world because of his family

But the only thing he knew how to do well was killing curses and sorcerers

At least that’s what he thought until he met you in one of his “jobs”

You had nothing to do with the jujutsu world, living a normal life with a stable job and was relatively happy, he wanted that too and he wanted that with you

When things got a little serious you brought up the topic of running away together and get married somewhere else, you could transfer and keep your job and he could leave his toxic family behind

“Alright, one condition tho” “what is it?” “You won’t get my family name, I’ll get yours”

He informed the Zenin clan head he was leaving the state to get married, doing a dirty job to assure his peace and getting way too many scars for that

He came to you saying it was done, wounded and drenched in blood (his and other's). You made him promise to stop with the whole killing thing for good

You two signed the papers once he was patched and moved to a small apartment that same week.

✧˚ · .・Newlyweds・. ·˚✧

You found the apartment on an ad, it was close enough to your new workplace to get there by walking and it was not expensive for the area, but the kitchen furniture? It was at least 20 years old. Cabinets? Falling apart.

Toji didn’t understand why you were so cool with a kitchen that could barely be used to chop vegetables. The thing is: he didn’t have much time in between meeting you and marrying you, so there were a lot of things he still didn’t know about you

When he spent the night at your place you would always order take outs, he assumed it was because you two could spend more time together or you didn’t have enough food for two

It wasn’t until the marriage that he found out about your awful eating habits. Basically you hated cooking because you suck at it or you suck at it because you hate cooking

You couldn’t decide when explaining

So a kitchen to you consists of only a fridge to: store frozen meals, stuff to make sandwiches and pin a list of places that deliver near you

And when he found out oh boy you were never scolded that hard not even by your mother. It’s not like he was too different himself but he at least managed to use the stove in order to not starve to death and save a few pennie’s

“You regret marrying me now?” You asked when the scolding got too harsh.

“No dumbass, I signed a fucking document saying I’ll grown old with you, but how am I supposed to do that if you die because you’ve been eating absolutely garbage all your life?”

That's not what the document said Toji have you even read it

Also he would scold you while smoking but you let him get away with that bc of how hot he looked whilst doing it.

So he attempted to make home-made dishes for the next days

The day he didn’t clean the shrimps as he should resulting in the two of you having food poisoning (he blamed the kitchen) was when you suggested that “someone” had to sign in for cooking lessons.

“Someone huh?” “someone 😌”

But he refused to keep cooking in those conditions, so he started to attend cooking classes in the morning and wander around the city in the afternoon looking for kitchen cabinets on sale... And he found it.

Although the reason why it was so cheap was because the assembling was not included.

When they came to deliver it was a Saturday morning. You were confused by the wood piles around your living room, but Toji assured you that he could do that by himself, so he gathered his tools and started to destroy the old cabinets with a hammer in nothing but baggy pants and construction gloves.

“You seem to be enjoying this a lot” you told him while sitting on the couch with a coffee mug staring at his bare back. “You seem to be enjoying it way more than me” he replied, whipping his forehead, it was too early to be turned on by the sight of your husband's muscles glowing with sweat but the heat between your thighs didn’t give a damn about what time it was.

So yeah he fucked you on top the counter which was the only stable piece there.

When he finished assembling the new cabinets after a week he wanted to “debut” it with you as well.

He really liked building stuff so he built a whole office in the spare bedroom for you to comfortably work from home whenever you could.

It became an unspoken thing: you had your office job and he had the house job, and would occasionally get hired to fix/build something for the neighbors.

You did not know anyone at the new company branch you transferred, so when they asked about your life you would happily brag about being a newlywed and that brought up the topic of your husband (also the amazing food everyone asked if was made by you) so in a few weeks all the branch knew about your husband being a “housewife” and that became a joke for them

Until one day you woke up late and forgot your lunch, Toji could not risk you coming back to the trash eating routine so he dropped by your company to give your lunchbox

“We hired a new security guard?” “I don’t know” “Who is that?” your colleagues were whispering at the 6ft muscled menace at the reception until you spotted him.

“Did you forget this on purpose?” “What? Of course not, I love your food” you tiptoed to reach his cheek and give him a kiss.

“That’s the househusband?” “No way, he’s definitely a mob” “Is that a scar on his face?”

“There’s a sale nearby, text me when you leave and we’ll walk home together” “Check if that chocolate brand I like is on sale, please?” you looked at him with those pleading eyes he could not resist. “Fine” he bent down a little to peck your lips before walking towards the exit.

Let's say your colleagues haven't joked about him anymore.

Toji really embraced the house husband life, he appreciated your hard work and paid you back by taking care of the house and doing delicious meals, he even got some tips from his cooking class friends about house cleaning and growing plants.

You had a hard time making friends with the neighbors 'cause you didn’t like to socialize much so it was a surprise when people greet you on the streets and ask you to take small plants and little containers with food for you and your husband.

When you worked from home he absolutely would drop by every hour to give you fruits and filling your water bottle or just ask if you wanted something

Yeah I’m gonna take a break now bc househusband Toji got me all soft and mushy

If you worked overtime he wouldn’t complain unless that meant skipping meals or losing sleep.

“That’s enough” he said closing your laptop. “Toji! I haven’t—” “I don’t care, you yawned 5 times the last hour, let’s go” “But—” Toji didn’t like brats, he picked you up giving your ass a slap and carried you to the bathroom where a hot bath tub awaited.

✧˚ · .・Married s3x life・. ·˚✧

Okay so before the marriage your interactions with Toji were resumed by sex. You always felt like it was purely carnal for him.

It was mind blowing ofc but he would only spend the night if he was too tired to leave. That’s when you tried to engage him into pillow talk and eventually made him fall for you.

After marriage he learned how to express his feelings better through sex.

When he was feeling romantic he would make you a nice and light meal with a generic cheap wine he doesn’t know wine leave him alone then lead you to bed to slow undress your working clothes

“Such a good girl aren’t you? Working all day and coming home all tense. Let me take care of my wife” he would lay you in the bed and massage you all the way down your back then roughly grab your ass cheeks. “You leave me here alone thinking about you in that tight skirt, why do your coworkers get to see your perfect ass in that thing more than I do? Raise it” with a slap on your cheek you would get your knees on the mattress and raise your butt until you felt his warm fingers spread your folds giving you a little stretch before filling you fully with his cock.

Toji also gets bored very often, resulting in him staring at you while you talked to a coworker on the phone when working from home and eventually making his way under the desk to spread your legs and push your underwear aside.

Oh it was an important call? Too bad hun.

Toji knew what he was doing when he walked around the house using his usual baggy pants and no shirt unnecessary flexing arm for simple things.

One day, before bed, you caught him staring at the mirror and one hand moving up and down his torso.

“You okay there?” you asked coming to hug him from behind. “I gained weight from all the cooking classes, we bake too much. I’ll go for a run tomorrow morning” he sighed and turned to you. “I think you look great, honey, it’s normal to gain some extra pounds and... what are you doing???” you asked once he picked you up bride style. “We are gonna burn some calories, baby doll” “Oh :D”

One of his neighbor friends from the cooking class told him about these yoga classes and he suggested that you attend to get more “flexible”, you felt a little offended, but went for it anyways, and you bet he would “test” your flexibility every now and then to "know if the classes are money well spent".

a/n: I enjoyed writing this so much I'll definitely make a second part with baby megumi and no one is gonna stop me.

#toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #jjk x reader #toji smut #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #househusband!toji

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yaomomvs · 3 years

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— BEING INARIZAKI’S TEAM MANAGER AND A SECRET VOLLEYBALL PLAYER

inarizaki x f!manager

this is part of a hcs series, let me now what team you want next <3

okay so actually you ended being the manager because the girls volleyball team had already closed the application time

so you you were really looking forward to it and omg you were so sad about it

after being rejected, you were just peacefully going through the gym and you heard laughter from a bunch of guys

you recognized kosaku since he was in your class and waved at him.

and so, they were talking about getting a manager since this team is pretty much a lot to handle

and so since kosaku knew you were hard working and that the first idea that popped out oh his head was that if you wanted to try out.

kita respectfully introduced himself and asked if you were willingly try out 🥺🥺🥺 like what a man 🥺🥺

and mostly because the twins having fangirls always made this process kind of difficult, so instead kita and aran wanted to make sure it was someone who at least was trusted by one of them

and not to brag but bestie you are gorgeous

so it was a win win

atsumu refused to this because as the jerk he usually is, he said that he didn’t need any help

that son of a bitch

he was being soooo petty mainly after you said “oh don’t worry kita, idiots are not my type”

osamu fell in love with you ❗️

and aran

and suna

and well the team.

and so, looking at the other court where the girl vbc was training you said that it was something.

every! single! practice! is! chaotic!

but somehow you managed them so well

atsumu is still trying to prove that he doesn’t but oh boy he is the first one to requiere your help

you better believe this guys are your simps and are constantly competing over someone who a year ago could never imagine they had

your attention? the best way to prove each other they were superior

in away games, god bless the idiot that wants to even dares to try to do a move on you

they are lowkey intimidating

not but seriously

specially and surprisingly kita and aran

son como esos niños mamones fresas que de cierto modo les tienes miedo

besides

this team? over the moon for you

and tbh, they were so grateful for you, you did a lot for them that they started to feel some kind of embarrassing how before they wouldn’t know how to do basic stuff like cooking for camps, labeling they jerseys correctly, searching for new equipment like they love you

anyways that however was kinda sus to them

it all started when somehow you learned so quickly, and the technical stuff was not hard to understand as to others

surprisingly the first one to notice was suna

you could have said something but tbh

you still look forward to play volleyball like more seriously even as a hobby

BUT

you’d rather be dead than telling your team that’s what you wanted because

a) they could think you only joined to learn volleyball and not help them

b) you had your pride, you want to be recognized by your own merits rather than “of course, they are inarizaki’s manager if they weren’t they could have never been this good”

so you still played volleyball but hid from them

there was a gym nearby where constant tournaments were held

you were a ghost because knowing damn well your boys could go there at any moment you decided to take some precautions

like nickname and position was everything they knew about you

your teammates loved you, so they respected your private life, and it was kind of cool

but what you were not expecting is that for some reason, omimi had followed you one day bc you forgot something after practice.

being a friday it meant for some weird reason you always rushed out

“sus” suna says everytime

so he catches you going out to the gym and maybe, he thought, you were just going to workout or see someone

BUT THIS GUYS EYEBALLS ALMOST FALL WHEN HE SEES TOY RUSH AND TAKE OFF YOUR SCHOOL UNIFORM SHIRT AND TIE TO FUCKING REVEAL A JERSEY WUTH A #3 on it

bye you broke him

and so he tries to process it normally

key word: tries

and here we are him being interrogated by the team incredulous to his words.

ay first they interrogated him being overprotective by the fact that he was spending more time with you but when he tells them what he saw god dammit

they loose it when they find out.

and so, tsumu says something that everyone agrees with him for the first time

“let’s go and spy”

“i swear to god if y/n finds out...”

“shut up aran, unless you want to make it obvious and reveal our identity dumbass!”

“tsumu, the disguises are awful”

“come on kita not you too!”

“what if”

“akagi shut up all of you agreed with the idea”

“osamu you suck”

and so there they go. trying to find you in the sea of people at the entrance, not having a clear view yet, they only search for the navy blue and white uniform that omimi described to them when he saw you.

and then almost as if it was the gods plan, they started hearing whispers of people around mentioning the arrival of one of the most popular teams out there.

“come on what the big deal-” suna started saying, however your figure appeared and he instantly turned into a babbling mess.

as well as the rest of inarizaki vbc.

osamu had to double check to assure himself that it indeed was you, beautiful as ever, walking alongside your hot and apparently talented team.

minutes later, they were standing in the bleachers as quiet as they could. they spotted you.

“A SETTER” atsumu jumped of his seat and had to be scolded by aran who was also surprised by the position you were going to be playing.

“wasn’t expecting that” ginjima talks saying what everyone was currently thinking.

behind them was a couple of guys, who apparently did not know how lower their comments.

“the setter is kinda cute” “wow look at that” oml please even aran who was the voice of reason had the urge to punch them in the face.

still they decided to just focus on your game who has now been started. and even tho they wanted to not do it, they couldn’t help analyzing you and your moves in the court. it was natural, well because they were players and very good ones it’s inevitable for them to compare and to study the way you played more than anything.

they were not expecting you to be this good. almost everything in your technique was polished, your tema work was remarkable and god bless your ability to read the blockers.

but there was a moment when they just saw the panoramic view of your skills. atsumu could see your tired expression, the sweat on your body, he just knew you were feeling now the adrenaline of the last moments of the set.

still you yelled a “we will take it” and then, with the others team hope hanging on a thread, the ball came to your libero, which perfectly passed the ball to you.

there was greed in your eyes, so scary that kita for a moment feared for the other team.

and it was when you did the setter dump that your whole team stood up in pure shock.

who were you and why were you hiding?

sadly the boys screamed way too loud which lead to you, after you made the last point and give the history to your tema, lifted up your gaze and saw a bunch of idiots wearing hats and everything in between.

suna and tsumu ran the fastest in the team directly to the gate, and the with a bunch of losers behind them,

because after everything you were there arms crossed and a murderous look in your eyes.

“IM TOO YOUNG TO DIE Y/N” “osamu shut up!”

they, once you made sure to pinch each and everyone’s ears, starred bombarding questions on how did you managed to learned that and why you did ikr tell them

“come on guys, in school i’m already looked down at just because it’s you! so could you imagine me being a inarizaki student trying to move without your name?”

kita forced them to shut up and aran felt a a kind of guilt

as week as everyone else

“don’t worry y/n, we know now what it’s like to not being your own author.”

and so, they just told you how proud they were.

“maybe we are jerks but y/n we are your jerks, and over there or respect to you has just grown up”

suna the says “you’ve been there all of the time for a while now, i guess it out time to return the favor”

and so ever since then they alwaaaaays try to be at your games

like pls once the referee said one of your serves was out and from the bleachers he screaaaaaaamed, he claims that it was definitely in

kita always gives you some food after a game or practice

talking about practice

even if you are there for being a manager they always try to, at least half an hour before ending practice, they have a quick game with you playing alongside them or just including you in their repeats etc

and goooood bless once again anyone who tried to look down at you.

because after being constantly on you games ofc people started recognizing them as the inarizaki power house

if they heard someone relying your talent on them pls make sure they five them the coldest look ever

like ‘nah bro i dare you to say that one more time’

*knive eyes*

and

even some girls attend your games trying to flirt with them

you know what they do?

they brush them off and say “sorry, my type is y/n” suna says and the are 😳

pretty much everyone does this

come on even aran

inarizaki best boys 🥺🥺🥺

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Of Shadows and Sights (Frankie Morales x f!reader)

Pairing: Frankie “Catfish” Morales x f!reader

Summary: It didn’t happen at once.

It filtrated inside, spread like a vice, like a vicious thing that slowly grew into a shapeless, see-through, translucent cloud that fogged everyone inside that house. And when he finally looked, it was already too late.

Word count: +11.2k (i know)

Warnings: okay get ready, we have: 3rd person narrative bc of reasons, pregnancy and giving birth, soft smut, death, a dog dies, fire, haunting stuff, scary stuff, feelings, angst, DEATH DOVE DO NOT EAT HAPPY HALLOWEEN MONSTERFUKERS

A/N: PLEASE MIND THE WARNINGS

this is something that has been in my wips since april, it changed shapes, characters, tropes and plots and it ended up being this monster of a fic that im really proud of... i wanna thank the directors and creators of The Haunting of Bly Manor, The Conjuring 1, Insidious 1, Rosemary’s Baby and The Omen bc i was very fucking inspired by that, also Stephen King and Valeria Luiselli for their books and The Newton Brothers for the Bly Manor soundtrack, which i recommend listening while reading bc i listened throughout the writing process of this bitch, and also @wordsnwhiskey for reading the first half and telling me it was good and scary and beautiful ♥

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comments and reblogs are eternally appreciated 💓

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It didn’t happen at once.

It was all gradual; like water percolating through the earth and forming stalactites, drop by drop, shaping them and sharpening them, making them tall and dangerous.

It was all slow, like a mountain’s growth, pebble by pebble. And by the time they finally looked at it, it was already too late.

When she told Frankie the news, he was shocked.

And he didn’t try to hide it; he looked at her, absolutely dumbfounded at the two words she had told him, late at night, once Rodrigo was asleep and once they could find a comfortable silence to fall and dwell on.

“I’m pregnant.” she had said.

And he said nothing.

And she waited for him, there, lying down on the same bed, her hand on his chest, surrounded by a warm darkness that did nothing to hide her wide grin as she watched him processing the information she had just slipped to him.

“Baby,” Frankie had muttered back after a few minutes of silence, she hummed in response, “pregnant?” he had asked, his voice was barely a whisper filled with an emotion she, at the time, didn’t know how to name.

“Yeah,” she had replied, scooting closer to him and grabbing his hand, “we’re gonna have another baby.” she had whispered into his ear, putting his hand on her belly, the shape the same it had always been; but Frankie didn’t need to feel it swollen to feel it inside of him, there was something inside, someone, growing by the minute, and the thought of her, of the woman of his life, giving him another baby, another proof of the love they had for each other, another little person to fill their lives with even more excitement and love, made him feel like the luckiest son of a bitch there was.

So he embraced her, he held her tightly against his naked chest; he kissed her, kissed her and kissed her with such devotion she felt infinitely loved, he thanked her, because he knew how hard Rodrigo’s pregnancy had been, he knew how much of a toll giving birth to him had taken out of her and yet there she was, hugging him back and sniffling softly at his words, at his hold, at his kisses, ready to do it all over again.

“I love you so much.” he had told her, crowding her down, pinning her to the bed, brushing her tears of happiness away, kissing her trembling lips, nibbling at the skin of her neck, inhaling her sweet scent, letting her hands roam all around his body and taking her all over again, fucking into her softly, trying to let her know with his body how much he loved her.

It was a newfound bliss, something they didn’t live when she was pregnant with Rodrigo, with him, there had been fear, constant worry; they didn’t know if they were going to be good parents; they didn’t know anything of substance about babies and Frankie spent months worrying about being too old to be a first-time father.

But with the new one, they already knew for the most part what they were doing. Rodrigo was almost two years old and he was such a good, smart, perfect little boy they just knew that the one growing inside of her was going to be just as perfect. There was not a single doubt inside them as it had been when she was pregnant for the first time, there was only happiness and love and excitement and hope growing and growing.

It elated their families; the news of another little baby excited them equally, her mom cried for hours, thick happy tears at the way her little girl was getting everything she wanted with a man who loved her and respected her like she only hoped for; Frankie’s mom immediately started praying for a little girl, having only grandsons.

His team, his found family, his brothers, her best friends, went insane about it; another baby Morales only meant having a new, quiet, funny little person to play with and fawn over.

It was almost perfect.

___

Their house was the ideal love nest for them; they had bought it together and decorated it and renewed it together, they had lived there for years and received baby Rodri there and it was everything they wanted; but it wasn’t enough anymore.

They had outgrown it without even noticing.

And Frankie knew it when he saw a little boy’s room filled with toys and one single bed that they needed a new house before receiving their new child.

“We need to move.” Frankie had said to her as he saw her undressing before taking a shower. She had scoffed at him, rolling her eyes at the man who sat on the edge of the bed.

“You think?” she retorted, making him smile at her. Frankie had tilted his head as he took her in, standing in front of a full-body-length mirror, her body, soft in some parts and firm in some others, perfect and lovely as he always had seen it, had the small shades of her growing belly appearing slowly.

“I’m thinking of something far from downtown,” Frankie had commented once she walked back into the bedroom with a towel wrapped around her head, “what do you say?”

“I think a big garden, we can get a dog.” she had grinned at him as she threw the towel on an armchair and crawled next to him on the bed, resting her wet head on his naked chest and making him shudder.

It was almost perfect.

It took them exactly two months to find the perfect house.

Money, for once in their lives, wasn’t a problem; the blood-stained, stolen millions from the Lorea heist were getting a good use, according to Santiago, and they all got their clean cut each month, just enough to live a comfortable life without having to worry about making ends meet, just enough to support a family of four and buy a house without a mortgage.

They had been lucky to find a property like that; according to the realtor, it had been on the market for a few years and for some reason no one had been interested until them.

It was like the house had found itself for them.

And the moving began with the help of his friends, several trips from their old house in the suburbs from their new house in the outskirts in Frankie’s and Will’s trucks were needed but by the end of the day they had transported every single thing they owned to their new home.

When they were sure the house was settled enough; cleaned rooms, beds in place, less boxes crowding the space, they brought Rodrigo from his grandma’s place and introduced him to his new home.

The first thing the kid fixated his big brown eyes on was the trees; the driveway was long, sheltered by a decades old treeline and its tall branches that made it just dark enough to feel the difference in temperature when someone stood in the shade spots where the sun never touched the ground.

The road widened and the trees dissipated, giving way to the garden, which had the kid excited as he saw through the window the tall flower bushes that Frankie was still trying to figure out how to take care of.

And the house appeared on their line of sight; a tall, three story, mid-century construction. Painted in sky-blue and white, the house looked inviting. It wasn’t warm, and she had noticed, and sometimes, in the days that took them to get the house half-ready, she could feel odd air-currents drifting between her calves, but it was theirs, and it was home, and they could, she figured, warm it up along the days.

Rodrigo looked tiny as he crossed the threshold, slowly, legs wobbling as he made his way through the few boxes near the doorway; the living room and dining room were in the same large space, mid-height ceilings made the house look even bigger. The boy walked around the couches and stared at the open-wide mouth of the fireplace, turning back to his parents, who looked at him with expectancy, curious about his exploration, and babbled something at them, pointing at the dark, coal stained brick of it.

Frankie walked towards him and kneeled next to him, Rodrigo didn’t repeat what he had tried to say before, instead, he took his father’s hand and tugged him away.

Rodrigo guided his dad inside the kitchen, hidden behind the living space; it was half a sun room, the floor to ceiling glass door let all the light from outside come in and right above the stove there was a stained glass window that made the sunshine form small, shiny, colorful patterns on the wooden floors. Rodrigo called for his mom, who walked behind them, trying to contain her own laugh as she saw the boy throwing his head back when he looked at the wooden beams on the ceiling.

“What do you think, Rodri?” Frankie kneeled next to the boy, distracting him from the study of the light fixtures hanging from the beams.

Rodrigo had smiled at his dad.

___

Some parts of the house were bright; the wide windows on three of the four bedrooms let the sun come through them almost the entire day, warming the beddings and reflecting through the mirrors; one of those became Rodrigo’s, Frankie had placed his bed in the middle of the room, looking directly at the window, and around it she had made sure he had enough space to play or take a nap on the floor if the kid so wanted; they had painted the room a pastel green that made the kid look like he was in the middle of a gentle forest, ready to play with fairies and furry little animals.

The next room over was slowly becoming a nursery; with the move, they realized they still had some of Rodri’s baby stuff, and Frankie had committed to fix and paint the crib as she painted the room yellow, even though she knew, deep inside her, she was carrying a baby girl. The sun that shone through made the room the brightest spot in the house, colliding with the yellow walls and the white furniture, it was even brighter than the kitchen itself.

Some parts of the house were dark; being in the back of the house, the principal bedroom, their bedroom, was a dark spot inside the construction; the room was colder than the others, walking inside was like walking into a small church; it was the only room with high ceilings, as the attic above them ended right on the edge of the room, and an en-suite bathroom, the built-in closet was bigger than any of them really needed, and Frankie had gotten stuck inside it once while replacing the lightbulb.

“Buy a new doorknob on your way back home, would you?” she asked him one morning over her coffee cup; Frankie frowned at her in confusion while he peeled a banana and handed it to Rodrigo in two pieces.

“Why? we already changed the locks.” he said, stealing a small bite of the fruit from the boy’s plate. She looked at him and leaned to rest her head on her hand.

“I don’t want Rodri to get stuck in the closet,” she said, looking into his eyes, “like you.” she saw him hang his head between his shoulders, chuckling at him.

“I still think you closed the door on me.” Frankie pointed at her, she rolled her eyes.

“How? I was changing Rodri.” she challenged him, Frankie shrugged.

“You ran to close the door and left me there.” he said, grabbing his cup and sipping from it, she let out a loud cackle.

“Yeah, the three month pregnant woman is gonna run to leave her husband trapped inside a closet.” she mocked him, standing up to leave her cup in the sink.

“That’s cause for divorce!” he let out with a grin as she padded out of the kitchen.

But some parts of the house were darker; on the very top of the house, the attic was a half-wall, half-ceiling construction as large as the house itself; it was just high enough inside the gable roof for them to stand up straight while they were in there, but not as high as the first two floors, and certainly not as high as their bedroom ceiling.

The attic could easily be another room if it wasn’t for the only two squared windows on each end, fogged glass making it hard for the light to enter, small to not let anything –or anyone– crawl through them.

It was empty when they arrived, clean of someone else’s stuff, no forgotten boxes or mysterious chests to explore, –as she had pointed out, making Frankie laugh at her scary-movie-esque train of thought– only the two tiny windows staring at each other, dust and spiderwebs; but it got crowded as they unpacked and got settled, some boxes ended up there un-opened, and some other half-unpacked, and soon enough they had finished with the last box and the attic had been closed from the outside and neither of them went up there.

“Babe?” her voice came out of the kitchen, Frankie sat on the couch with Rodrigo on his lap and the tv on.

“Yeah?” Frankie lifted the boy and left him in the space next to him, standing up and walking towards the kitchen with the sound of cabinets being open and closed rising on his ears.

“Did we forget to unpack a box?” she asked as she saw him enter the kitchen, “I can’t find the strainer.”

“I don’t think so,” Frankie walked towards the pantry and opened the door to check on the lower shelf, finding pots but nothing more, “Rodri didn’t take it?”

“No, he’s bored of it,” she said, opening the dishwasher again “he’s into the small saucepan now.” Frankie chuckled as he closed the pantry door.

“Did you check the attic?” he asked her, she turned to look at him with a frown.

“I’m not going in there,” she crossed her hands on her chest, Frankie sighed, amused, and rolled his eyes, “what? it’s dark.” she let out, biting down her lip as he chuckled at her.

“Fine, I’ll go check.” Frankie dropped his hands in defeat and walked out of the kitchen; he checked on Rodrigo before going up the stairs, the kid was moving his legs at the rhythm of yet another song about sharing on his cartoon show and in the same place he had left him on the couch.

The kid was unfazed at the sight of his father leaving the room; but the noises in the kitchen grabbed his attention more than the show he was watching. He crawled down the couch slowly, having just learned how to do it, and padded his way into the kitchen.

The big glass door was open, and his mom was nowhere to be seen, but Rodrigo wasn’t looking for his mom, he was looking for the noise of something hitting on metal, something he had heard before in that same, big, shiny room, something he had heard when mommy fed him and daddy sat him on his lap.

He sat on the floor, just a few inches drop and the diaper softened the landing; his big brown eyes, the same ones he had inherited from his dad, widened at the air; colorful lights, reflections of the sunlight making their way through the stained glass window on the other side of the room, were dancing around him on the floor and hopping around his head. Rodri laughed when one of the lights landed on his chubby leg; he tried to catch it, but it moved away.

“Baby,” the voice caught the kid’s attention, ripping it from the little shining lights on the wooden boards before he could chase the one that got away, he looked around him for the owner of voice but no one entered the kitchen. “baby.”

Frankie walked down the stairs empty-handed, there wasn’t a single kitchen box in the attic, or another that could hold the strainer he was looking for. His heavy steps became heavier when he saw the couch empty.

“Rodri?” he called, rushing to the front door and opening it, scanning the front yard for the toddler. He closed the door and turned to the bathroom, finding the door closed, he rushed into the kitchen, finding the boy sitting on the floor, his back to him.

Frankie sighed, his brown eyes looking for her, the glass door to the backyard was open and he walked towards it, and he found her roaming around the bushes. He smiled, and Rodrigo’s laugh made him turn around to the kid.

Rodri’s eyes were glued to the air, it was like he was looking at something, and that something was making him laugh; the boy’s laughter was loud, like the one he let out when his dad tickled his belly, or when mom blew raspberries on his feet. But Frankie couldn’t see the cause of his laugh.

“Rodri?” Frankie muttered, frowning when the boy lifted a hand, as if he was trying to reach for something mid-air. “son?”

Rodrigo’s hand dropped to his lap, smacking his leg and the boy fell backwards to the floor, the back of his head hitting the hardwood floor in one single movement; he screamed and Frankie rushed to the kid, lifting him in his arms as Rodri sobbed loudly, calling for him as Frankie cupped his head and pressed him into his shoulder.

“What happened?” Frankie turned around, finding her walking into the kitchen with a heavily dirt-stained strainer in one hand and her face curled in worry.

“He fell.”

___

Frankie had the ability to undo her.

His hands were just big enough for her to feel them everywhere; his rough fingers roamed around her skin and his nails dug into her flesh just like she liked.

His lips nibbled at her neck and his tongue tasted at her scent, making her forget who she was and focussing only on what she felt.

Everything at the same time.

Frankie was on top of her, muffling her moans and whimpers with his own mouth, he rocked into her slowly; feeling her wrapped around him as he took her all over again; she was falling apart in his arms.

The silence of the room made him hear every sound that came out of her, the soft cries of pleasure, the gentle squelches of her as he fucked into her and his own groans as her cunt milked his orgasm selfishly. He could hear her whole, and that was making him drive into her faster.

“Yes,” she whispered out when he planted his knees on the mattress and sped up for her, “right there.”

Her hands were wrapped around his neck, and she brought him to her, taking his mouth in hers and exploring him with her tongue. She explored the skin of his back like she didn’t already know it and, in one particular, deep, heavy thrust of him into her, her hand landed on his ass, pushing him into her.

“Fuck, amor.” Frankie panted into her, hissing slightly at the feeling of her hand fisting the flesh of his ass and digging her nails into him.

Frankie fucked into her and hid his face in the crook of his neck, she whispered his name as he made her cum and encouraged him with her hands to do the same, he thrusted inside a few more times and spilled himself into her.

“I love you.” he heard in his ear, feeling her lips leaving sparse kisses on his shoulder.

“I love you too,” Frankie replied, easing himself off her and hovering above her body, she opened her eyes and furrowed her brow, but said nothing, instead, she leaned up and stole a soft, short kiss from his lips, “you got me good, baby.” he joked as he slid out of her.

“What?” she whimpered, stretching her legs under him and feeling his cum slide out of her.

“My ass,” Frankie left another kiss on the tip of her nose, “you scratched me.”

She frowned at him, unwrapping his neck and dropping her hands to the mattress.

“I didn’t grab your ass.”

Frankie reciprocated the frown, rolling away from her and kneeling on the bed next to her; she sat slowly, looking at him.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, one of her hands instinctively reaching for her uncovered belly.

Frankie shook his head, and her eyes glided up and down his naked body.

“I swear I felt your hand.” he told her, sitting back on his feet and hissing when his heel made contact with the skin of his ass.

“Let me see,” she said, reaching for him; Frankie turned to let her look at his back. “fuck.”

“What?” Frankie turned his head to her.

“Go look at yourself in the mirror.” she whispered, covering her mouth with a hand.

Frankie’s frown deepened as he stood from the bed, he padded towards the full-body mirror in the corner of the room and turned to look at the back of his body.

“I swear I didn’t touch you.” she muttered as Frankie’s fingers grazed gently over the three deep scratches that covered half of his ass.

___

The house was silent when it wanted to be.

She hadn’t gotten used to it; there was an hour of the day, right when she put Rodrigo down for a nap, and she had nothing else to do around but sit and caress and hum to her small bump, in which the house huddled all the noise for itself.

She was sure that, if she concentrated enough, she could hear a needle falling onto the floor.

The honks of Frankie’s truck startled her out of her own body, she had almost jumped off the couch when she heard them but she was happy that he was home early, she felt relieved to not be inside that silence anymore.

She walked towards the front door and opened it to receive him; as soon as she did and stepped outside, a brown figure rushed inside.

The door of the truck closing, the chuckles of Frankie, a bark in the kitchen, and the house was filled with sounds again.

“What did you do?” she chastised him with a smile adorning her face.

“I got a dog.” Frankie replied, stepping closer to her and wrapping a hand around her waist.

“That’s pretty obvious,” she teased, leaning onto him as he brought her closer to kiss her. “it’s too big.”

“He…” he clarified, “is gonna take care of the house,” she rolled her eyes at him, “and his name is Paco.” Frankie whispered against her mouth, and she leaned back.

“Isn’t that a short version of Francisco?” she asked, looking down at her incipient stomach when Frankie’s hand settled on it.

“Yeah,” he chuckled out, “he’s old, already responds to it, we can’t change it.”

“Too bad for you.” she whispered, feeling the baby move inside of her.

“It kicked!” Frankie’s eyebrows shot up, giving her a smile.

“She…” she emphasized, “did not,” she smiled at him as he feigned a pout “she hasn’t kicked yet.”

“But…” Frankie looked at her, staring into her eyes, “Rodrigo started kicking at four months, didn’t he?” she nodded, giving him a small smile, one of those smiles she knew gave him peace of mind.

“Doctor says some babies do it first,” she told him, reaching for his face, making him lean into her to leave a kiss on the soft patch of his beard where he didn’t have hair, “I think she doesn’t like violence.”

Frankie snorted at her, turning her in his arms to walk inside the house.

The dog barked in the kitchen and they heard his nails scratching the wooden floors, in other circumstances, she would’ve hated the dog along with the scratches on the floor; but the sound, in some odd way, gave her comfort.

“Did you buy his food?” she asked as he grabbed her hand and guided her to the kitchen.

“No, he’s gonna eat the kid.”

___

The night was cold, colder than others. Frankie had noticed and she had blamed the lack of sunlight in that room, but they wrapped themselves in an extra blanket and into themselves, falling asleep with their hands together on her belly.

Sometimes, sleep would come too easy for Frankie; there were nights, long before they had moved into that house, in which he wouldn’t close an eye for an entire night; too many memories of past lives haunted him, and they would come and go at random times.

Since moving into that place, insomnia seemed like a long-lost friend whose face he didn’t remember, and the nights in which he would sleep deeply and even dream were increasing.

He rolled on the bed, and his hand fell on your place, finding it empty; his eyes half-opened, and he asked for you, his voice coarse, his eyes closing back by themselves.

“Shh,” he heard behind him, a soft whisper into his ears, “it’s fine.”

“Back to bed.” he mumbled into the pillow, feeling the soft caress of hands pulling the sheet over him, tucking him into the covers.

Frankie felt a soft press of lips on the back of his head, and he sighed contentedly as he sunk back into his dream, feeling the pressure of a warm body curling behind him.

“I love you.” the whisper came into his ear and settled inside his chest.

The warmth behind him disappeared and Frankie felt the covers being tugged next to him, he opened back his eyes.

“Go back to sleep, baby.” she said, covering herself and shifting closer to him.

“Why you changed places?” he muttered the question as she wrapped her arm around his waist.

“What?” she asked in a whisper, yawning into him.

“Other side.” Frankie let out, closing back his eyes, she didn’t understand him.

“I went to check on Rodri,” she whispered, feeling him wrapping himself around her, “this room is really cold, Frankie.” she let out, settling next to him as his own warmth crawled into her body, not expecting him to reply, as his breathing had evened out and he was deep asleep again.

___

“Amor?” Frankie called out from the kitchen; her head went up from her swollen belly and the two year old with his hands palming it.

“Yeah?” she replied, not daring to tell Rodri he needed to stop so mommy could stand up.

“Where’s Paco’s bowl?” Frankie asked, appearing through the kitchen entry and stopping in his tracks at the sight of his son pressing his forehead against his mother's baby bump.

“She’s kicking.” she whispered to him, Frankie grinned at her.

“Have you seen it?” he asked again, she shook her head, “dammit.”

Frankie turned around and walked back into the kitchen, sighing as the dog whined once more, announcing his hunger to anyone who would listen.

“Feed him in any bowl.” her voice came in from the living room, Frankie turned to look at the dog and shrugged, walking to one cabinet to get one of the bowls they used the least.

Rodrigo started babbling to her belly, and she put her hand on his head, running her fingers through his hair, which was starting to curl just like Frankie’s, the boy shuddered under her hand, and she smiled down at him.

One of Paco’s gentle boofs caught Rodri’s attention, and he leaned back to look towards the kitchen, her hand traveled down his head and to the back, and she felt the small bump on his scalp that that weird fall from a couple of months before had left on him; Rodri didn’t seem to feel any pain, every time she felt around the bump he was as good as always, but the way he cried, of pain and fear, was still ingrained inside her head.

She and Frankie had tried to make sense of how it happened, he had told her everything he saw, from the odd stare to the full laughter, but there was no way Rodrigo had enough strength to bump himself on the head and leave a mark. It was like something had pushed him.

But she wasn’t there when it happened, and it some way she had blamed herself for it; she was supposed to be looking after her son when she asked Frankie to go to the attic, and instead she was in the backyard, unburying the strainer that for the strangest of reasons, was halfway into the bushes’s dirt.

It didn’t make sense to her, neither to him; but once in a while something inside the house would go missing; nothing really of value, but most times things of common use; spoons and plates, the broom, Frankie’s watch, the tv remote, a phone charger, anything could get lost at anytime and they couldn’t find it for days. It wasn’t until they stopped looking, that the things would appear in the oddest places; amongst the ashes of the fireplace, inside the dishwasher, on top of the fridge, in Paco’s food bag, on the edge of the attic’s floor.

And they had no one to blame; most of the things that went missing were out of Rodrigo’s reach or just not of interest to him, Paco was too old to be in a hide and seek phase and spent his days lying down next to Rodrigo on the couch or barking at nothing in their bedroom.

It just happened, and there was nothing they could do, so they figured it was smarter and less tiring to just let it be.

But she wasn’t entirely convinced it would stop, and there was a feeling of uneasiness taking root inside of her, a bloom of intranquility that grew with the passing of the days and that didn’t leave her alone; she felt like she couldn’t trust the house she was living in, like at any time she would blink and everything inside would just be gone.

___

“You have everything?” Frankie asked, helping her get inside the truck, she nodded to him, leaving the clear-plastic folder with her previous five sonograms and her obstetrician information on the dashboard, reaching back for the seatbelt.

Frankie closed the door and walked around the truck, checking on Rodrigo, safely seated and tucked into his car seat on the back. He jumped in, turning to look at her as he clipped on his seatbelt; she was staring at the house, her expression unreadable as he turned on the ignition.

“You okay?” he asked, she turned slowly to face him, and nodded in silence. Frankie noticed the way she had pressed her lips to avoid saying something, but as her mouth was quiet, her eyes were loud, and told him a million things he wasn’t sure if he needed to know.

“Bye!” Rodrigo let out from the backseat. The both of them turned to look at the kid, who was waving his little hand to nothing in particular outside the window.

“Who are you talking to, baby?” Frankie asked him, turning back to drive away from the house.

“Bye, bubby!” Rodri let out, Frankie looked at his son through the rearview mirror and saw him smile, waving faster, “bye, bubby!”

“What’s bubby?” Frankie asked her, who was still turned around, looking at their son.

She frowned, her head racing at a thousand miles per hour; there were some things happening with Rodri; and most of them she had kept to herself. The kid would tell her, in his own way, about the dreams he would have of them, and sometimes, he would point at the attic door, and tell her about the mommy living inside.

She didn’t like when he would babble those things to her, and she would change subjects in any conversation she could have with her toddler; but she knew the kid wasn’t lying, he didn’t have that capacity yet.

She couldn’t fathom the thought of believing the things Rodri would say, but, after spending four months inside the house, giving into them appeared tempting.

“That’s how he calls Paco.” she replied, turning on the seat and looking to the front, breathing in deeply when Frankie stirred the wheel and drove out of the tree sheltered driveway.

She thought, a lot of times, that feeling a hundred pounds lighter every time she left the house wasn’t a good signal.

And she wondered, an equal amount of times, if Frankie felt that way too.

___

“Paco!” she called, opening the glass kitchen door, the soft scratches of nails got closer with the sound of the door opening, and the dog ran through the kitchen door, expectant, “out,” she pointed at the backyard, “run around a little you old thing.”

The dog looked up at her, shaking his body from snout to tail and walked out of the house.

“Bubby!” Rodrigo shouted from his highchair in front of the island, and she smiled at the kid, leaving the door open for the dog to come back when he got tired. She padded towards Rodri, leaning on the counter as she saw him eat.

Paco’s barks broke off the soft silence that formed inside the house, and she turned around with a roll of her eyes, getting closer to the door to look for the dog and tell him to shut up.

She saw him jumping around the bushes, barking at the roots.

“Paco! inside!” she called out, the dog didn’t listen, his barks got louder and she heard him growl at the same spot she had found the strainer months before. “hey!”

She walked out of the house, towards the dog and the bushes and whatever he was barking at, Paco got on his back legs, growling and barking ferally, menacing towards nothing, and she stopped on her tracks, grabbing her belly with two hands.

“What’s wrong with you?” she yelled at the dog. Paco turned to look at her and gave her one last bark, running past her and into the house. Her eyes followed him as the dog rushed inside and past Rodri, who she could see from the point she was standing on; she looked down, scanning the ground and in between the grass, trying to find anything that could tell her what the dog was barking at, but it was empty.

“Mama!” Rodrigo’s voice came from the house, and her instinct immediately recognized the scared tone of his voice; she turned back to the house, seeing the glass door slowly drifting closed, “mama!” she gasped, rushing as fast as she could towards the house while Paco’s barks inundated it once again.

“Rodri!” she yelled, the door closed shut on itself before she could run into the house, “fuck!” her hands landed on the handle, pushing it down frantically; it was stuck, and Rodrigo started crying for her inside. “shit!”

Paco’s barks were so loud that for a moment she felt like they were inside her head, and she rushed away from the kitchen door and around the house, she heard Rodrigo screaming for her before she reached the front door and she twisted the knob, pushing with all her strength, but the door didn’t give in.

Desperation invaded her body, it wasn’t good, none about it was good; her head started pounding and the sound of her son and the dog crying at the same time pierced through her temple like a lobotomy needle.

She ran back to the yard, tripping on her own feet; she steadied herself as she got to the glass door, tried the handle again with no success; Rodrigo saw her through the glass and shouted for her, she caught herself panting only as her breath fogged the glass and she ran to the bushes, trying to find anything to break the glass with.

A desperate bark from Paco that transformed into a loud whine and a high shriek from Rodrigo gave in to silence.

Unsettling silence.

She found herself trembling as the sound of the door unlocking made her turn. The door opened in the same gliding motion it had closed and she rushed inside.

Rodrigo was sniffing on his high chair, and she rushed to him, taking him out and into her arms as the kid clung to her.

“Out.”

A whisper, a current of air drifting through her legs, a silence that felt unwelcoming.

She started sobbing into her son’s shoulder as he grabbed fists of his mom and dampened her shirt; she was shaking.

She forced herself to walk out of the kitchen, Rodrigo’s sobs turned into shudders and she knew he was falling asleep; she walked with him into the living room and the brown figure of Paco presented itself in front of her; lying on the ground, legs stretched out, neck snapped back.

She stopped walking, feeling a heavy pressure in her chest.

That wasn’t right.

They needed to get out.

___

“Hey,” Frankie got her out of her absent-mindedness, she turned to look at him as he settled next to her on the bed, “you okay?”

It was a good question. She thought of the answer for a moment longer than she had wanted, and Frankie wrapped his arms around her, bringing her flush to his chest and leaving a soft kiss on the crown of her head.

“I don’t like this house.” she muttered, wrapping her own arms around his waist. Frankie sighed, tightening the grip around her, sliding down a hand to rest it on her belly.

“Have you decided a name?” Frankie asked her, and she felt herself deflate.

He wasn’t seeing it.

“Yeah,” she whispered, trying to drown down her own tears, Frankie was unaware of it, either he was blind to it or was trying to ignore it. But she knew she wasn’t welcomed there, and the fact that Frankie tried to make it bearable to her made her heart jump inside her chest, “I’m not telling you.”

“What?” he leaned back to look at her. Frankie was a lot of things, but he never missed any of her shifts, any of her movements. They had been together enough time for him to have every single one of her quirks and expressions memorized, and he noticed the redness of her eyes, the heave of her chest, the biting-back of her words. There was something inside of her she wasn’t telling him, but he knew not to pressure. “why not?”

“It’s a surprise.” she whispered. Frankie smiled at her, one of those smiles that tried to convey everything he felt for her, telling her everything would be alright.

She reciprocated, trying to believe him.

They laid there, wrapped around each other, peppering kisses around each other’s faces, whispering soothing nothings into each other’s ears, feeling each other’s bodies. A recognition, a recovery, a remembrance of who they were and why they were there.

Frankie fell asleep before her; she had lost the ability to sleep soundly after she saw Paco’s body a month prior, it was like his insomnia had traveled around the world and decided it liked Frankie so much it settled into her instead so it could watch him sleep.

His hand rested on her belly, moving with the rise of her own breathing; she didn’t like the silence; she loathed it.

Unwelcoming silence was everything she had then.

She closed her eyes, trying to think that maybe after the baby was born, everything would be better; wondering if Frankie didn’t see it because he couldn’t, asking herself if maybe everything was in her mind and she was dragging Rodrigo with her. But she knew, deep inside of her, that she wasn’t crazy.

Her eyes opened slowly, unfocussed and heavy with sleep; they scanned the room by themselves, stopping on the en-suite’s door.

She frowned, her heart started racing, but she couldn’t look away.

Her eyes were glued to the shadow standing on the doorway.

Formless and incoherent; dark and repelling light; heavy hands on its sides, the faceless shadow looked at her.

“Shh,” she heard, a woman’s voice, a distorted guttural noise that made no sense, it was one voice but thousands of them, “it’s fine.”

It wasn’t. She knew it wasn’t. She knew the coos were meant to calm her down; but they didn’t. She felt like her heart was going to jump out of her, like she would sink into the mattress and drop straight to hell.

Leave, she thought, leave.

The shadow glided out of the bathroom, closer to the end of the bed.

Leave, she tried to tell it, leave.

She felt a hand on her calf, cold fingers skimming gently up and down her skin. It burned her.

“Shh,” the noise came out again, and a pair of glowing eyes opened in front of her. She wanted to scream, she wanted to kick and push and run away, “it’s fine.”

“Leave”, she cried out, “leave.” her voice was barely audible, a whisper of her own, a blow of her heavy breath.

The shadow closed its eyes, retreated its hand and glided backwards from where it came from.

“Frankie.” she shook him awake, he shot a groan to her as she gasped for air.

He opened his eyes at the sound of her struggling to breathe, he sat up and turned on the lamp.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asked her, helping her sit up on the bed.

“There’s something in the house.”

___

Silence, like a lot of things, could be comfortable.

They knew comfortable silence once; they had it before. It happened for the first time when they had a road trip for the first time; escaping to a cabin in a lake for a weekend was a good idea for both, but conversation had died out on the way there, and none of them complained about it.

The silence that ensued after the shadow visited her was not comfortable at all.

She had shut down almost entirely; she started sitting down on the couch throughout most of the day, she barely talked to Frankie, she barely looked at Rodrigo.

Frankie didn’t know how, but he was losing his wife to herself.

He had taken time from work, no one asked why –a perk of being one of the bosses– or when he would return, but he thought, selfishly, that maybe if he took a week or two, she would get better and everything would be like it was.

Two weeks became three, and then a month, and then another.

And she was quiet; so quiet it hurt.

She started sleeping with Rodrigo, and left him to sleep alone inside the dark, cold room where she had told him they weren’t really alone.

Frankie had tried to ask her what she meant, tried to find out if there was someone breaking into their house; but they lived close to nowhere, their house was far away from town and even from the road itself; it wasn’t possible.

Yet she was quiet.

Frankie tried to see it; the shadow she mentioned to Rodrigo once, he even tried to call it. He went up the attic, he sat there alone in the middle of the night and spoke to the air, but nothing came to him, nothing whispered into his ear, no one showed themselves.

And he hated it; he hated it.

“I love you,” he whispered into her ear after sitting next to her on the couch. “I love you so much.”

She didn’t look at him, but her body reacted to his words; he saw it happening like it always happened; her face softened, her eyes glimmered, her cheeks blushed even after six years of being together; and it made him feel safe, it made him feel like there was a small glimpse of hope that everything would be okay.

She leaned down, resting her head on his lap, and Frankie smiled down at her; she didn’t look at him, but there she was, she wasn’t gone.

He wrapped an arm around her, resting his hand on the side of her belly, the baby kicked onto his hand, and Frankie sighed; there she was, she wasn’t gone.

___

Frankie’s bed felt cold most nights; he slept on his own. He would wait until she and Rodrigo fell asleep in his room, then he would crawl out of the small bed and walk to his own, shivering as the cold mattress welcomed him for another time.

But that night his bed was full; he had almost forced her to sleep with him, and she had brought Rodri with her.

Comfort; that’s what their bodies next to him gave him.

Frankie’s arms were wrapped around the boy, and they slept soundly together, their breaths almost synchronized as she watched them both intently; they looked so alike, Rodri was like a carbon copy of him, and when they slept, next to each other, it was like watching each other’s reflections.

She knew what would happen next; she had dreamed about it for the past two months, she had talked to herself over and over again and she had talked to it.

It didn’t care about her silent pleadings; it didn’t care how many times she had begged it not to. It wanted what it wanted and there was no way to change its mind.

She sat on the bed, leaning against the bed frame, waiting.

She waited until the night was dark enough, until the room was cold enough, until the shadow that had visited her in her dreams showed itself on the doorstep of the bathroom; she didn’t greet it, she didn’t smile at it, she didn’t want it.

Please, she thought, please.

Yet the shadow glided out of the bathroom, closer to the end of the bed.

Please, she tried to tell it, please.

She felt its hand on her calf, its cold fingers skimming gently up and down her skin.

It felt like burning, felt like stepping barefoot on a frozen lake in the middle of winter.

“Shh,” it whispered, it, like the previous times, didn’t calm her, it scared her, its voice was many and she asked herself who else was in it. Its glowing eyes opened in front of her and for the first time, it looked at her. She didn’t scream, she didn’t kick or push or run away, “it’s fine.”

“Please”, she whispered “please.” her blow of weak air made it stop momentarily, it didn’t listen, it didn’t care.

It glided to her side, and she looked into the lights of its eyes and she saw the sky; white, cloudy, grey, sunny sky. She felt its hand on her chest, and she only could think about the little girl growing inside of her body.

“Please,” she whispered inside of her, it pushed into her body, “please let her live.”

“Shh,” it whispered, its hand digging inside, looking for something to take, “it’s fine.”

She closed her eyes, waiting for it to finish.

It liked her inside, it found what it was looking for and sat on the bed, lying down on top of her.

Let her.

The voice that was many was now inside her head, and before she sank onto the floor, she thought that maybe it was her own voice instead.

___

Rodrigo ran from his mom.

Every time she tried to get close to him he ran to his dad.

And Frankie, as he always did, noticed.

She started sleeping again in the dark, cold, room, wrapped in a white nightgown he had never seen; but when he woke up in the middle of the night, her eyes were open, she stared at the ceiling, studied it, whispered to it.

It didn’t feel right.

Frankie stared at her intently; she carried herself differently, her look had changed, she kissed him in some kind of weird way; she didn’t look like herself.

The last thing he had told him, before her silence, and before her change, was ingrained in his memory; the five words repeated in a loop inside his head and he couldn’t stop thinking about it.

He had felt it, but he was sure she had seen it.

How could he not see it?

Frankie talked to her, he tried to talk to her every day; but she talked to herself, she talked to the bushes in the backyard, she talked to the house, never to him, never to Rodrigo, never to the girl that was still inside of her body.

He didn’t know tho that, her, –you– but not her, someone else, was; he knew that body, but it didn’t move how it used to, she didn’t have that small trip on her feet when she walked; he knew that face, but she didn’t smile to him or to Rodrigo when she walked by; he knew that voice, but she didn’t sing to her swollen belly when the night was falling.

He just didn’t know who she was, or what she wanted then, or what she would do.

Frankie just knew his wife, the woman who owned that body, the woman who knew him the most… wasn’t there anymore.

And he didn’t know how to bring her back… or if she was still inside.

“Who are you?” he asked her in the nights he woke up to her eyes glued to the ceiling. She never answered, she never tried to calm him down, she never mocked his question, she laid there, hands on her chest, eyes on the ceiling.

He started sleeping with Rodrigo, leaving her alone in the dark, cold room; leaving her to whatever she had in her head, leaving her because she wasn’t her, but she didn’t know who she was.

There’s something in the house.

She had said it, and he didn’t see it.

Rodrigo was more sensible to that than him, he felt it –as he always felt so many things– the change, the little slips of her but not her, of his mother who wasn’t his mother, and so he got attached to him, to his hip, to his shirts, to his arms when they sleep together, and Frankie wondered if the baby, the one inside her boy, the one whose name he still wanted to know, felt it too.

___

“Who are you?” he asked her in a whisper, she stood in the middle of the kitchen, right on top of the pattern the sun made when it crossed through the stained glass window, staring at the walls. “what did you do to her?”

As Frankie was slow to anger, he was also slow to sadness; he had seen and done things in his life that desensitized him to what he once in his life called normal human emotions. But there, standing in the middle of the kitchen, her back to him and his hands aching to grab some part of her, he couldn’t hold himself together anymore.

“Where is she?” he whispered out, stepping closer, tracing the edge of her arm with his hand, not daring to place it down on her skin.

“Shh…” she said, Frankie closed his eyes, “it’s fine.”

He let out a silent sob, his hand rested on her shoulder, her skin was cold, colder than he had ever felt it, it burned him.

“Please,” he breathed out, “please.”

She turned to him, his hand sliding down her arm and dropping back to his side, she looked at him, looked into his eyes; Frankie didn’t see her, he didn’t see anyone.

“She’s here,” she whispered, her voice was many, and Frankie’s hand flew to his mouth to stop himself from screaming, “but she’s leaving.”

“No.” he cried out against his hand.

“I was lonely,” she said, it said, “I was so lonely.”

“What did you do to her?” Frankie asked, breathing heavily.

“I’m here now,” it said through her, and she smiled at him, it didn’t calm him down, it didn’t make him feel better, “I’m here again.”

Frankie stepped back from her, his wet face didn’t seem to faze her, she didn’t look at him but through him.

“Is she still in there?” he wanted to know, he thought maybe he deserved to know. She, –you– it tilted her head to the side, empty eyes looking everywhere and nowhere, void of any emotion; gray, dimmed, not her but someone, something else’s and then, a smile, –not hers– grew on her lips, and Frankie’s tears ran faster down his face.

“Barely.”

___

That night was Frankie’s sixth night without sleep; he couldn’t, even when his body begged for it, even when his eyes closed on themselves and even when he yawned all day; he couldn’t bring himself to fall asleep.

If he did, he would dream of it; of her, of whatever it was that had her.

He didn’t know if she was gone, he didn’t know who was in her; but he couldn’t leave.

Frankie knew it wouldn’t be good, he knew there was nothing he could do, his wife wasn’t his wife but her body was still there, and he couldn’t leave.

He had tried to help her, to help it.

He had offered himself, but it didn’t want him, it didn’t want anyone but her –but you– and he feared her every time she walked around the house; silent as ever, she padded her way up and down at all times, like she was looking for something, anything.

Frankie worried about his kids, about Rodrigo, who screamed anytime he walked away from him, about the baby inside her, he wanted to know if the girl was okay, but she never answered any questions, she didn’t talk, she didn’t look. She just walked her way up and down.

He had tried to help, to help them, to help himself, to help it.

What Frankie didn’t know –and wouldn’t get the chance to learn– was that it didn’t want his help, it didn’t want help at all, it was beyond it.

There’s something that happens when a person gets rid of what it makes them one; life. A hole begins to form, somewhere inside them, and it fills with nothingness, ant the nothingness spreads through them and the hole grows until the person –or what’s left of them– is consumed by it.

That is why, when a person dies, the best thing to do… is leave.

Leave before they become a hollow shadow of what they were before.

But when someone is reluctant to leave, when someone gets attached to something; might be a feeling, a place, an idea, life itself. There's no option but to succumb to the void.

But Frankie didn’t know any of it. And it would take him a lot of time to find it out.

Rodrigo stirred in his arms, the kid mumbled something against his chest and Frankie sighed, he wanted to do something else but stay in that house, in that house with a wife who was a ghost but not quite; trapped in the middle of whatever it meant to be dead or alive.

Frankie, like many others like him, had his own ghosts; ghosts of the past, of his own decisions, ghosts of the could have beens and the would have happeneds, and the ghosts of his own nightmares; but when he referred to the ghosts in his life, his mind didn’t go to a presence, or an entity, or whatever it was that shared the house with him; and her and them inside that house, he didn’t imagine the word would carry any other meaning in his life.

A thunder startled him, the noise shook the house and woke Rodrigo up; the kid looked up at his dad, fear in his eyes and a pout that announced his sobs before it happened.

“It’s okay, baby,” Frankie tried to soothe him, they looked outside the window. A lighting then another thunder, roaring through the dark sky, Rodrigo screamed and clung to him as he saw the clouds tearing open and thick raindrops hit against the glass, “it’s just the rain, Rodri,” he cooed, holding the boy against his chest. “it’s just the rain.”

He tried to calm his son down, whispering sweet nothings into his ear as Rodrigo tried his best to stop crying; the noise of the wind moving the trees and the rain hitting the house deafened them, but Frankie could hear a clattering on the next room over.

“Mama,” Rodrigo whispered out, looking at him with his big, reddened eyes filled with tears, “mama.”

Frankie sat up, he unwrapped the kid off him and left him on the bed.

Rodrigo just watched him, and for a moment, Frankie saw a little understanding cross his eyes; something Rodrigo wouldn’t remember, but that his father identified; recognition.

Frankie stood up from the small bed and got out of the room, leaving the door wide open as he rushed to the nursery.

He found her, leaning on the half-empty dresser he had painted before everything, her hand on her belly over the nightgown, her eyes glued to the crib.

“Frankie,” she whispered, her voice, only her voice, came to him and washed over him, gave him warmth and gave him comfort and made him rush to her, he held her against his chest, he kissed her all over the face and looked at her, at her eyes, that were hers, at her face, that was hers, and tried to smile at her only to realize he was in tears. She looked at him, pain striking her body; she let out a whine and fell on him “it’s time, the baby.”

“The baby?” Frankie held her, keeping her on her feet, she groaned, nodding at him, Frankie breathed in as his military way of thinking kicked in, “where?”

“Here,” she gasped, breathing in and out as best as she could, “there isn’t time, it’s coming back.”

Frankie didn’t ask, he didn’t bother because he knew what she meant; he helped her sit on the floor against the wall and rushed for the crib’s bedding, putting it under her legs; he reached to turn on the lights of the room but it remained dark.

“Power’s out.” she panted, wrapping her belly with her hands, Frankie looked at her, he saw her pain-broken face and her sweaty forehead and leaned to kiss her; her lips were dry but they were hers.

“Gonna get candles from the kitchen.”

“Please,” she whispered, looking at him and to the window behind him, “there’s no time.”

Frankie stood up, he rushed out of the nursery and down the hall, rushed past Rodrigo, who stood on the doorframe of his bedroom, biting his small lip, brushing his own tears away with the sleeves of his pajama shirt, following him with his wide, tearful eyes.

Another thunder broke through the sky, Rodrigo covered his ears and she screamed; Frankie ran back upstairs with both hands holding several candles of different sizes and into the nursery with Rodrigo right behind him.

“Hold on, baby,” he panted out, she was barely holding herself with her eyes closed, scratching the floor at the pain that struck her entire body; Frankie put down the candles and lit them all up, and looked up at her, her eyes glimmered with the reflection of the candles and he felt relieved at her being back, Rodrigo stood next to his mom. “Rodri.”

“Mama” the kid called her, she opened her eyes and smiled at her son as a few tears escaped her eyes.

“Hi.” she gasped out, his small hands reaching to brush her tears off as he smiled down to her, Frankie grabbed her legs and opened them to him.

“I can see her, baby,” he whispered out, looking at her, she nodded, breathing in deeply and closing her eyes, pushing as hard as she could with her teeth gritted, “c’mon, you gotta help me here.”

“I’m trying.” she cried out, breathing heavily, her chest rose with each drawing of air and Rodrigo’s hands were still on her face, she moaned at the pain and pushed again, pushing herself off the floor; she groaned, and it made her sound like the thunder outside.

“Head’s out,” Frankie gasped, looking down at the small, sleeping baby’s head in his hands, “another, another one.”

“I can’t.” she whined, sobbing onto Rodrigo’s hand.

“Yes you can,” Frankie looked at her, she opened her eyes and turned to him, shaking her head, “you’ve done this before, love,” he nodded, his tears fogged his eyes and he blinked them away, the color of her face was draining, and her eyes weren’t shining anymore; Frankie let out a sob and breathed in to calm himself, he knew she wouldn’t stay, something in him told him she wouldn’t, and the thought of losing her for good made his body ache with pain, but at that moment, he couldn’t think of himself, he needed to think about the baby in his hands, “I need you to push again,” she shook her head again, “give me my baby, amor, please, give her to me.”

“Frankie.” she sobbed his name out, breathing the pain out.

“Please, she’s gonna be fine.”

She looked at him, her eyes –your eyes– emptied themselves as she pushed one last time with everything left in her, the baby slid out forcefully out of her and fell on Frankie’s hands.

“That’s it,” he whispered, Rodrigo stepped back from her as she closed her eyes, panting, Frankie looked around the baby's tiny body, she was perfect, small, but perfect; he palmed her small chest, pressed slightly and she woke up, wailing as she grabbed her first full breath of air, “she’s perfect.” Frankie whispered, looking around himself for something to wrap her, he reached to the crib and snatched the mattress cover, putting her on top as he tried his best to clean her.

“Mama.” Rodrigo gasped, catching Frankie’s attention, he looked at her and saw her staring at him, her eyes void, gray again, but her smile was still hers.

“Laura.” she whispered out, the word slipped out of her mouth slowly and settled on her chest as her smile faded. Frankie’s tears ran down his cheek, his mom’s name.

She closed her legs shut, and Frankie leaned to cut the umbilical cord with his teeth before crawling back.

Frankie held the baby tight as he saw her sit up and look around, she tilted her head at the baby cooing in his arms and lifted her hand to her.

“Stop.” Frankie let out, his voice strong but shaky, and she frowned at him.

“Mine.” she let out, more like a question instead of a statement. Frankie shook his head.

“She’s mine.” he whispered, sniffing as he stood up from the floor.

She looked up at him, and he looked into her eyes, she wasn’t her, –she wasn’t you– and he wasn’t sure if she would ever be back.

Her eyes lit up for a moment, for a split of a second, regained her color, her depth, her shine, and he, as always, noticed.

“Leave.” her voice –your voice– came out like a whisper, and Frankie, for once, didn’t stop to think about it. He watched her kick the candles down and several of them rolled to the wall, the curtains and the sheets on the floor. Frankie saw as they caught on fire and he looked at her, her eyes shifting on and off several times.

“I love you.” he whispered out, walking around her as she sat there, on the floor of the nursery while the wooden furniture around her lit up slowly. Frankie leaned down to take Rodrigo on his free arm and walked out of the room.

“Mama.” the boy cried out, reaching out his small hand to her.

“She’s not there anymore.” Frankie whispered, rushing down the stairs, grabbing the keys to the truck and getting out of the house.

The rain had stopped, the sky was clear and silent and his naked feet didn’t mind the wetness of the ground.

“Mama.” Rodrigo whined, pointing at the second floor, the flames inside the nursery were starting to escape from a small space on the roof, Frankie turned to look at her standing behind the window before the sound of the glass breaking made its way through their ears, the kid clung to him desperately, burying his face on his shoulder, his sobs were drowned by the sound of the fire making its way through the walls, Frankie held his kids both closer to his chest as he felt on his face the heat of the flames, slowly consuming the house.

Frankie stepped back, her figure retreated back into the fire and he broke down, sobbing out into the night.

There was something in the house.

How could he not see it?

He had been so happy, so hopeful, so eager about the new chapter of his life with her –of your life together– after all those years of suffering, of getting through things almost crawling instead of walking, of wanting to run but stumbling around, he finally got something he wanted and thought he deserved, he thought he was the luckiest man alive that he had chosen to look away.

The fire had spread to the next room over and the attic; and Frankie walked towards the truck with the two kids in his arms, Rodrigo was still sobbing next to him when he drove away; he looked back through the rearview mirror as the house was consumed by a fire of her own making, his eyes gazed down to the sleeping baby wrapped in a sheet on a car seat a little too big for her and back to the toddler sobbing into his chest as he turned out of the driveway.

He wondered if Rodrigo would remember what happened, he was small, but he was so smart that for a moment he wished to have something to erase his memory, or some device to alter his version of events, his version of her –of you–.

Frankie didn’t want him to remember his mother as the woman who neglected him over three months, he wanted him to remember her as the woman who sang to him to sleep, who danced with him when there was no song, who cooked for him and invented stories to tell him in the bath, he wanted to remember his mom as he remembered his wife; lovingly, as the woman who made their lives brighter and better, and he wanted him to share those memories with the baby that slept soundly in the back of the truck.

The sight of her standing behind that window was stuck to the back of his lids; every time he blinked he saw her, and he felt her, and he loved her and he wondered if he would ever stop seeing her like that, he wondered if she would stop appearing herself inside his head whenever he closed his eyes.

It didn’t happen at once.

How could he not see it?

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Drunk in Love

Summary: Getting drunk and confessing your love for your “boy” friend and fucking him was most definitely not what you expected to go down on the usual night.

Pairing: Issei Matusukawa x Reader

Tags: Timeskip!Tattoed Mattsun, softdom!issei Hurt/comfort, friends to lovers, smut, fluff, virgin!reader, Unptrotected sex, non-penetrative sex, fingering, oral, pussy/thigh job, clit slapping, sweet dirty talk, praise, drunk sex

Word count: 7.2k

A/N: I heard pussy job and I wrote a whole ass novel

18+ Minors DNI

You run your finger over the condensation of your empty drink, drawing shapes (or what you thought to be shapes, you couldn’t tell at this point) waiting for your dear friend, Makki to bring you a refill of your cocktail.

“Here ya go.” Makki said as he returned with your beloved Malibu Sunset. The smooth coconut rum bringing you back to your first and favorite drink that you ever got drunk on in high school. You smiling at the memory

“Thanks.” you say. Your reply being mumbled by the liquid already in your mouth.

This all started with Iwaizumi calling Mattsun up, you and Makki hearing “You wanna get wasted?” on the other side of the phone. And with pleasure, you two were already packing your stuff up, shoving yalls “pregame” bottles back in the bag. The three of you made your happy way there climbing through the fence of the abandoned skate park you were in. Needles to say it was abandoned for a reason, but what’s life without a little danger.

You three and the rest of the third years have been friends since high school, meeting in freshman year, and now including Oikawa’s girlfriend. You actually didn’t like Oikawa at first, his “pretty boy” demeanor making you internally cringe. But his personality grew quickly on you, being the perfect target to tease you and Iwa clowning him over everything.

Now back to you on your nth drink, complaining about your previous job that fired you because u got injured, even though you know you wouldn’t have lasted long there anyways because you weren’t that academically inclined. Bright? Whatever you wanted to call it.

And as-usual it wasn’t long before your crybaby ass immediately called Makki and Issei and “tried” your best to tell them what happed with your dramatic self-induced tears running down you race, while Makki urged to you to try to calm down and Issei straight up laughing at the state your were in, snot running out of your nose. You recoiling at the thought, hoping they forgot. (Spoiler, they didn’t)

But now you nanny for a rich couple and you get payed good to play with cute babies all day, sounds good to you! Luckily, you had the week off due to them going on a vacation, you think it was France, no, the south of France. Must be nice.

Cue to now, Mattsun chuckling and leaning on you and Iwaizumi; both of you, especially Iwa, being visibly done with his shit. Him reminding you about the times you bought him some random shit, which you went out of your way for since he always payed for you, like that chopper keychain because you said it reminder you of him.

He didn’t know what compelled you to say his 6’2, tattooed built self looked like a tiny reindeer but okay. It still meant a lot to him, hooking it onto his motorcycle keys. But you knew he appreciated it, despite his appearance he’s a softie.

“You wanna try this’” He says gaining his composure offering you one of the shots he got.

You took one of the mini glasses, not being the type to back down and promptly swung the drink to the back of your mouth, quickly coughing before it even reached your throat.

“This shit is fucking gross.” You coughed out bringing the glass down from your lips.

“Imagine being sober. Can’t relate.” He said taking another shot.

“I guess I should do that but ive passed the point of giving a fuck” You said sending yall into a giggling fit while somehow Makki was thrown in to support yall from falling over. You two carry on laughing ignoring everyone’s stares at you thinking about how much yall fit perfectly together.

Makki rearranges himself to sit back in his chair, far away, from the both of you, whispering “Damn. I’m really third wheeling.” under his breath. Getting a snicker out of Oikawa sitting next to him.

“When your best friends are ignoring you. Sad times.” He continues bringing his bottle to his mouth getting no response.

Issei chuckles and gets up shoving his hands in his pocket reaching for the cigarettes. Pulling them out while failing to find his lighter

“Fuck.” He muttered

“Any’all got a light?”

No one responds so you sacrifice yourself “Yeah” you say reaching into your pocket grabbing out your prized possession of a hot pink, bedazzled lighter that you did yourself, reaching out to hand it to him.

“Don’t lose it” you stated seriously trying not to break a smile.

“K’ sweet cheeks.” He said smirking into the butt between his lips as he walked away. Your face now burning up, hoping that everyone would think it was because of the alcohol.

You mind wanders, thinking about the “dates” you two go on, from watching shows you “forcing” him to watch some romantic anime, to going to the skatepark, to playing video games with the rest of the 3rd years (which you don’t really like but you’ll play for him) and him surprising you with takeout, you bringing out candles trying your best to make it cute with him telling u everything you everything about his day.

And you always tried to remain calm, even though sometimes he deserved to get his ass beat, like that one time he broke one of your favorite pair of heels. It honestly hurt him even more, he wanted you to get mad at him but no, you just acted like nothing happened. Making the guilt rise in him. Let’s just say didn’t have to lift a finger for the next few weeks.

You basically babied him, taking care of all his “chores”, mainly making him food when you were at his place knowing he hated doing it. Makki teasing you for acting like his housewife, leading to you slapping the shit outta him while trying to cover your now red cheeks.

You’ve never been so grateful for your attire at the moment, blessing yourself for not wearing your usual outfits of short skirts and cute tops, defending yourself saying what housewife dresses in beat up vans and baggy clothes. You definitely not imaging yourself in that position for the rest of the day.

You expressed that you just liked to take care of people, which was true. You always looked out for them, bringing an extra umbrella, to bringing cookies you made at 2 in the morning to school, always carrying band-aids (yes, the paw patrol ones you took from the kids you babysit).

You checked the time on your phone seeing it was late since the sun at last went down, your lock screen being your dogs to their complaint since they have a group photos of you all from high school as theirs. To which you replied “They’re my babies” getting a groan and huff out of them.

Seeing the notifications of your group chat you grinned at the contact name you and Issei gave each other; yall jokingly call each other pet names, his contact being honeybun and yours being pumpkin, even including Makki in your contacts as pudding bc then it wasn’t weird, right? no.

“What’re you smiling at y/n?” Oikawa cheekily asks teasing you. You turn to him giving him a dirty look, not having enough energy to deal him right now.

“Don’t listen to his bullshit.” Oikawa’s girlfriend says. You’re thankful for her. She was always on your side, being the only other girl in your friend group. To be honest you just wanted her and you to hang out most of the time, but of course to your disapproval her boyfriend and his friends had to join in.

“Fuck this. Fuck you. I’m sleeping.” You say getting up to her objection, the only thing on your mind wanting to retire for the night.

“You sure you’ll be fine? Let us at least walk you home.” She said already grabbing her boyfriend’s arm.

“Nah, im good. I live right down the road.” You try to say not slurring. The last thing you want is him teasing you even more, especially in this state, knowing you, you’d probably start crying at the slightest irritation when youre this drunk.

You started to “walk” towards your house resting your hand against the brick walls to not lose your balance, leading you to run into Issei. You stopped to watch him lean against the alley holding a cigarette between his index and middle finger.

“I’m hiding like a bitch” He says noticing you, resting his weight against the wall.

“Wanna be a bitch with me? He grinned blowing out the smoke out with his words.

You didn’t reply, just walking over to him, just being around him made you feel warm.

"Fuck its windy.” He says trying to light a new cig.

“C’you make me a house?” He asks.

You go up and put your hands around his cigarette, this not being your first time. Your hands wrap a little tighter to prevent the wind from burning out his flame. He joins you with his free hand helping, finally getting his cig to light.

“Thanks doll” He smirks.

“No problem princess.” You reply earning a laugh out of him.

He takes his first hit with his and your hands still wrapped around it. He gets an up-close look at your hands, noticing how tiny they were, seeing all the scars that he never noticed, making a mental note to ask you how you got them later.

His head gets close to yours for the first time in a while due to his height. You glance at his face, noticing his features seeing some stubble growing on his face.

“You ain’t shave?” You ask, never seeing it in the past, while he was moving back up, blowing the smoke away from you.

“What, you don’t like my majestic beard? “He jokes. Making you giggle almost losing your balance before catching yourself on the wall.

“s’too much work.” He starts. “You wanna shave it for me?” he says slightly leaning towards you. Handing you back your lighter knowing you didn’t need him to carry it because your pants actually had pockets in them for once.

You let out a soft laugh not responding again. He catches on, you got quiet when you were tired and he made out that you were walking towards your house.

“You going home?” he asks already knowing the answer.

“Yeah.” You respond more than happy to have him walk you back, him already moving to walk next to you.

He walks you home, you two talking about random shit, both of you forgetting about your skateboards leaving Makki to deal with them. And even though you’re drunk as fuck you’re still in the right state of mind, carrying a normal conversation with him. But just because you’ve built a tolerance doesn’t mean you can do basic tasks, like walk correctly.

When he reaches your house, he types in the keycode, your first dogs birthday, being glad that you, him and Makki have each other’s memorized.

He leads you into you house setting you on the couch, petting your dogs that ran up to him.

“Mommy’s not feeling too good” He said giving them the affection they deserved.

“Yes I am.” You slurred getting them attention on you now.

He walked over to your counter putting on the playlist that you two made together on shuffle, High fashion being the first to play. You didn’t like when it was quiet because too many thoughts would run though your head. You were in no way sad, singing the lyrics while you were laughing barely being able to hold yourself up as proof.

Remembering you were tired, he takes you off the couch and borderline carries you to your room, , setting you on your plush blankets that you had so many of because it was warm and comfy.

“Easy, there. Try to sit up.”He said, trying to ask you what draws your pj’s were in because he didn’t want to snoop around; neither of you being bothered that you were half naked, what’s the difference between panties and a bikini, he thought remembering the times you’ve been to the beach together.

Well it was maybe the fact that you were clinging onto him because u stumbled into him and he was closest stable thing around and you wouldn’t let go because it was cold and you couldn’t stop shaking.

He ignores his thoughts and grabs the shirt he got out figuring you don’t need to change your bra because you told him and Makki that it was normal to keep it on for a few days after they were in awe as you were explaining how expensive they were. You calling Oikawa’s girlfriend to prove your point as she immediately agreed with you…Sometimes you might have got a little too comfortable with them.

You hear the song in the background change to Love Songs, you humming along, “Hope you smile when you listen.”

You were still holding on to him, your boobs squeezing against him, him only being able to put a t-shirt on you, while you looked up at him with your red glossy eyes making him burn up.

You fidget timidly with your face now in his chest while gripping his sweater. Trying to build up the little courage you had. He tilts your head up making you look at him, wondering what you were thinking about.

You try to express yourself, but you can’t get the words out him having no idea what is going on in your head at the moment.

“It’s okay to be nervous sometimes. Tell me” He gently says reading your body language. He was intuitive, so there was no way you could hide your feelings from him.

But you knew you could trust him, him having full self-control, always staying collected and following through on what he said he’d do. He went out of his way to avoid any friction coming between you two, him never raising his voice or starting an argument.

“We need to talk.” You started. “About something important.”

“Ok…What is it?” He questioned rubbing his hands on your back. You were so nervous, were you really about to say this? Confess your feelings that you’ve pushed to the back of your heart for so long?

“I… I l… I love your face. And the stuff in it. and around it.” You spoke, being surprised you did it stutter.

He stood there, hands stopped moving trying to process what you just said.

“Just you, in general…” You finally confess trying to state three things at once barely getting your words out.

But he understood exactly what you meant, or maybe he was warping what you said to fit what he wanted.

"I don’t even know when I started liking you, but this shit won't go away." You restated

Nope. He clearly just heard you say that.

He doesn’t understand what’s so different about today. Yall have been in this scenario multiple times taking care of each other, sometimes including another into the mix.

You didn’t understand either. You just felt like the time was right, even though you know it wasn’t the best idea to confess while you were drunk off your ass.

But you couldn’t help it, your feelings overflowing, which you never until this day let get the best of you, being vulnerable and trusting is not your usual . Youve never even had a crush on anyone, him being to only in your whole life to make you blush.

Who you been vibin' wit and why I can't make you mine?

You should have seen the signs that you feel for him when he helped that lady that lives down the street from him set up her Christmas lights or when he first met your dog that wasn’t fond of men, but it instantly liked him. And you loved his selflessness it was something you admired and applauded.

“y/n” He tries talking you down, making sure you weren’t just saying this because of alcohol, deep down knowing he felt the same, you always being in the back of his mind.

You were generous with your time too, always being there for him. You knew he was softer than he appeared, he was tender, sensitive and vulnerable. He tried his hardest to not get into situations where anyone would get hurt, like breakups, arguments, and so on.

Which is why he won’t make the first move. He pushes his feelings to the back of his head. He values your friendship more than anything, but he can see what develops. If love is meant to be, it will happen.

I told you I am down for the worse or the better. But I keep sticking to you cause them four stupid letters

“You make me so happy. And I’ll always care about you. Okay? He says breaking the silence, trying to reassure you.

“You mean so much to me—something I can’t even put into words because nothing can compare- I’ve wanted you since that day you tripped and bust your ass in the school hallway I still want you even though you drive me insane.”

“Iss-“ You tried to get out only to have him continue talking over you.

"I love that you can’t leave the house without a jacket. I love the wrinkles that appear on your forehead after you call me crazy. I love that it takes you hours to get ready. I love that you always know how to make me feel better. I love that even when you don’t agree with my decisions you always trust me to make them. I love that when I spend a day with you, I can still smell you on my clothes; and I love that you are the last person I think of before I go to sleep at night."

You stood there awestruck for what feels like eternity until you mustered the bravery to speak “I didn’t expect you to feel the same way-” You said, being dumbfounded because from what you’ve seen treats everyone “nice”, were you really getting special treatment?

He tilts your chin up, locking his dark eyes with yours. “Baby I don’t know if your notice but you and Makki are my only people that aren’t my family that call me my first name.”

He has a point. You think pushing yourself more into him, trying to fuse your bodies together to hide, not relaxing what you were doing to him. He tries to nudge your legs to the side but you won’t let go still clinging onto him.

“fuck” He groans. You pulling back wondering why until you looked down and noticed. A smirk appeared on your face as you reattached your self to him like velcro. You were feeling bold, the liquid courage still in your system driving you to slide your fingers down his chest, looking him in the eyes before stopping at his waistband.

He knows what you’re doing, him being in this position multiple times. Does he really want to ruin your friendship like this? He hasn’t even asked you to be his girlfriend. He tries to push you off him already knowing you were gonna complain. But what he didn’t expect was for you to whimper out his name in that pretty voice of yours.

He tried to keep his calm, blood already rushing down. “You know what you’re doing”

“yeah” You start.

“y’don’t want me?” Giving him your pouty face that you know he’s weak for, hoping that’ll work, insecurity piling up. Was it because your boobs weren’t that big or that fact that you were dressed like man? Was he not attracted to you right now, only liking you when you were dolled up?

“Fuck” You think. You should have worn something cute instead of dressing like a whole ass man even with your makeup fully done. Its not like you were supposed to know you were gonna get fucked today.

His were burning holes into you now, thinking of how to say “No, I would be more that happy to fuck you!” to his best friend, soon regaining his consciousness finally speaking.

“Fuck no doll, ive wanted you for a minute. You know me better than I know myself. How did you not notice my feelings?”

You got me singing love songs, love songs, love songs

“You’re really hard to read” You replied trying to maintain your seductive act, resting your hands back on his chest.

“So are you.” He said lowering his head, you still looking up at him, taking in your gleaming eyes.

Sex ain't the only thing that's on my mind But you get me so excited, whoa

Your heart was beating so wildly that you could only take little sips of breath. His hands running down your waist stopping at your hips.

“Can I kiss you?" He asks "...yeah” you attempted to say as confidently as you could, nodding your head along with it.

His face bent down, hot mouth breathing over you. His lips slowly moved, brushing over yours, the liquor on his lips that you hated; only choosing fruity drinks even though you got relentlessly teased you for it. You pushed further into the kiss desperately wanting more. Your teeth clicking his from being impatient, wanting to suck him in. Your hands sliding under his shirt subconscious desires reaching out.

Irreplaceable Tattoos from your neck that drop down to your ankles

“You’re drunk…” he says snapping you out of your trance.

“So are you.”

He dove in for another kiss much more passionate than the previous one, arguably needy, pusing you on the bed to which you more than happily comply. He tugs back not letting his mind get the best of him, disconnecting your spit trial leaving you panting. “You sure this alright?” He says deep down hoping you still say yes.

You pull him back for your answer, your grabby little hands working their way back up his shirt. He gets the hint and pauses your lips rendezvous, taking off the turtleneck that he looked oh so good in, before seeing his unclothed body. You’re admiring his body in a new way, before just complimenting him whenever he got a new tattoo, now up under him tracing them like a lovestruck teenager.

“When did you get this one?” You quietly ask, his ears closer to you than they’ve ever been.

“I got it that day you faked sick”

“What! You said were gonna take me!” You sulked, turning your head away from his as much as you could, crossing your arms.

He let out a slight laugh before gently taking your face in his hands, guiding you back into the kiss.

This is not really what he imagined for your first time. He’s an old-fashioned romantic who likes to take one step at a time. But then again nothing was ever normal with you. That said, when he falls in love, he falls deep.

“You’ve done this before?” You uttered.

“Hmm?” He mumbles, unmoving his lips from you kissing you, moving towards your neck.

“You still with that other girl?”

“No. I broke it off her, everything that came out of her mouth was bullshit, and no she wasn’t my girlfriend.”

“You didn’t trust her? You added. Trying to distract him until you could think of a way you could say “hey in my 21 years of life I’ve never got passed kissing a guy.”

“Our relationship was purely built on lies, I’d second guess everything she said. He replied, wondering if you were interrogating him.

“Why’d you wanna know?” He asked bringing his face up from your skin.

“…No one’s ever touched me like this, fuck.” You bashfully admitted, thoughts racing through your head that he didn’t want you anymore because you weren’t experienced.

But he knew what was running through that pretty head of yours, his fingers reaching out to with your hair trying to comfort you.

“You’re a virgin?” He curiously asked dragging his hand to your cheek, you leaning into it.

“y-yeah” you muttered trying to move your eyes away from his looking down at his body.

“I thought you had a boyfriend before” he said, softly turning your jaw to make you look at him. Your eyes diverted from his arms back to his eyes.

“We weren’t actually dating” You quickly say trying to clear up the misunderstanding. “He was my friend and seatmate that pretended to be my fake boyfriend to get me out of some trouble” you spewed out “and I guess I forgot to tell everyone that it was fake.”

“Even if we were that doesn’t mean we fucked.” You sheepishly replied.

“So… what trouble did your fake boyfriend get you out of.” He questioned knowing how much trouble it must have been for you, miss independent, to go to such lengths.

“Umm, well…this guy wouldn’t stop flirting with me even after I told him I don’t like him, even following me to my other classes.”

He wasn’t surprised, you were definitely a sight for sore eyes, in fact the prettiest thing he’s laid his eyes on, your beaming eyes, your dimple when you smiled, your pretty face, your “ugly” laugh, he could go on for days.

“Why are we talking about this” You whined, reaching your hand back out to him.

He took a hint and continued kissing you, bringing you closer to him while you attempted to take you shirt off. His hands helping you seeing as that you were struggling, being lost in his touch, finishing by moving you up more on you bed, pushing your plushies out of the way, to your protested because “they had feelings too.”

He ignored you, bending down to pull your panties off stopping once he saw the slick coming through them.

“Fuck baby you’re wet” He breathed dragging his fingers across your clothed slit earing a whimper from you, leaving his fingers drenched.

Shawty, you wanna feel good, I wanna feel good too Don't I make you feel good?

“M’always wet.” you responded.

From what? He questions taking off your soaked cotton panties, tossing them to the side.

“From me?” He smirks bringing his hand back towards your heat. You not even comprehending what he just said, just knowing that you’re ashamed of how worked up you were getting.

You were in awe. You’ve always known his hands were big, but in this situation your mind wondered. His fingers were so much bigger than yours knowing you can barely fit two inside your with out it hurting, and not in a good way.

“Do you know how pretty you are? It’s honestly distracting.”. He says kissing down your whole body, stopping at your breasts, licking lazily around and coming back to the nub. The attention on your nipples making you squirm and he finally lets go, you grateful that he stopped or you would have almost cum, how embarrassing.

“I thought you said were gonna get them pierced” He remembered, you going on a whole rant about how cute they were.

“You said u were gnna get em with me” You looked back on, reminding yourself making him promise to get them with you because you were too scared of the pain.

“That was the same day you played sick and I got that tattoo.” He stated lightening the mood, hoping you can calm yourself down before you actually embarrass yourself.

He picks back up and continues kissing all the way down your body, you playing with his hair while biting your lip to muffle your moans and whine until he reaches your entrance.

He parted your legs, your pussy laid out before him, believing you no have reason to be shy about it either. He paused, admiring your swollen cunt and puffy clit, you were beautiful.

The feeling that he didn't want anyone else ever in his position overtook him. He let out a little breath on your clit and you thrashed around. He wasn't going to play. “I’ll take care of you.”

His lips travel over your skin, light and heated before settling himself between your legs, grabbing you by your thighs and dragging you closer. “That tickles.” you giggle, nerves making you kick your legs, almost hitting him in the face before he grabs them. He puts them down locking your legs with his arms, lowering himself until he’s on the ground facing you.

“Does it make you nervous when I stare?” he teases while your covering your face trying to hide the blush he caused. He puts his mouth on you, quickly gripping your thighs, his hands leaving imprints in your skin dragging you even more into him, deprived kisses taking over your body.

“yer so pretty” You purred seeing the sight of his big build between your legs, your fingers grabbing onto his curly dark locks, tugging them.

Issei moans, his voice radiating through your body, forcing out a cry, blessing him with your pretty voice. “I-Issei!” You cry, never feeling like this before, your vibrator and hands doing it no justice.

“Shh, just look at me, doll.”

You can barely make out what he says, so drunk on pleasure. You try your best, doing anything to see the pretty man beneath you. But you get interrupted by your pleasure, your back arching not being able to control your body, grinding down to meet his lips, heat rising in you.

He kisses through your wetness playing with your bud. You choking on your spit, back arching again your body tensing up. “Issei,” You beg, grabbing him knowing what you want but not being able to express it. Luckily he can read you like an open book, knowing what you want, driving you over the edge as he makes you see stars. “Good girl,” he sighs when he feels you let go of his wrist letting him bring you your first orgasm.

“Look at your thighs shaking so much.” He teasingly cooed, wrapping his hands around them, bringing you out of your daze.

Shawty, your body is so exciting

Arching your back into the blankets, letting out a whine “Want your fingers.”.

He lets out a condescending laugh. “You need to learn to be patient. You just came and you’re already so eager for more?”

But by the time he finished your body went limp, you were totally weak, body loose-limbed and pliant. Your mind clouded by lust and deep in your own world. You gasped out a little sob, unable to comprehend anything beyond the discomfort and the need to have it gone. You can’t think straight all you can do is take action, grabbing his arm him easing his fingers into to you.

It’s not too tight, is it?” you ask clenching around his fingers.

“Just relax… let yourself feel it” He says barely being able to move in you. Fuck so were so tight.

“I love the way you look with my fingers inside you.” He added starting to thrust them inside you, making you let out a string of moans.

“Look how good you take it.”

“Fuck, you’re so messy.” He groaned feeling the slick running down his hands, before taking them out.

“Issei-i,” You cried when he pulled away, pleasure leaving you, tears coming back.

He shushes you easily, his fingers wiping your tears. You were so precious to him, your moans music to his ears. He slows down repositioning his fingers, making you let out a whimper squeezing around them. Your brains so crowded you can’t focus, can’t gather the strength to speak when he thrust them faster inside you.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you fell back, fingers curling inside you, chanting his name over and over, incoherent words coming out of your mouth begging for more.

You pussy tightens as you cum, unable to breath, letting out gasps and whines. Him still fucking you, fingers not stopping, pushing them in and out relentlessly feeling both pain and pleasure. You lay there, wet in your own cum not giving yourself a break before you went and got what you really wanted, his cock.

His eyes followed the movement of your hands as they pushed down his boxers, revealing the length of his cock, that jutted proudly from his hips. He was so pretty, so virile and handsome. Wondering how lucky you were to be in such a position with him.

You pushed away those thoughts and focused on him, pulling him forward gently, but he followed his encouragement. One of his hands tilted his cock down toward your lips. “Open your mouth for me, baby.”

You parted them instantly, tongue sliding slightly outward, and then you whimpered as the warm weight of his cock slid into your mouth. You let your eyes flutter closed and swirled your tongue around the tip of his cock not knowing exactly what you were doing, but it was working, tasting the salty tang of the precum that wept from his leaking slit. You moved your tongue as the he put his hand into your hair, gripping the strands and pushing deeper into his mouth.

“You look so good on your knees like that. “He says meeting your eyes once again, almost cumming from the picture below him.

“Slowly, baby, I’m not going anywhere.” He says slowing you down by grabbing your hair, making a pace that you follow.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby, just like that.” Seeing that sinful look in your eyes with your redden swollen lips.

You moan feeling yourself drip down your thighs, getting even wetter giving him head. Trying to ease the discomfort by closing your legs, griding them together, trying to find some friction. Your ears hearing “That’s so fucking hot.” watching the scene unfold beneath him.

Your jaw hurts, trying got make him cum faster using your hands and lips together hollowing your cheeks. “Oh fuck, oh, Jesus, fuck yes, there, just like that, fucking Christ" he groans out, his voice sounded beautiful to your ears, knowing he was about to cum.

He finally lets go cumming in your mouth, you swallowing it all, trying not to wince at the taste. “Did I do good” You ask waiting for his reply. Your doll eyes, so red and worn out looking up at him for approval. Fuck he was whipped.

“Yeah…fuck baby”

I love when you get on top and you ride it

You get back under him, his cock resting on you, drenched and clenching around nothing, resting in your cum. You working yourself up against him.

“What makes you think I’m going to fuck you?” He says to your complaint.

“You’re not ready yet.” he mumbles against your whining. Spreading your legs, slapping your clit a few times before letting his cock rest on your folds. Finally getting “seated” he picks up your legs and puts them both on one of his shoulders your thighs warming his cock, your knees touching his cheek not moving, getting a kick out of how desperate your were for him.

“s-stop being mean” You cried reaching out for him to come closer, needing affection after all you’ve been though.

“Aww, poor baby, you want me to take care of it for you? He says leaning into you, reaching your kiss, tasting the remnants of the cum in your mouth.

He plundered your mouth and slowly teased his cock over your entrance, catching it against your clit and making you whimper into the kiss, clearly wanting to be fucked. Your kiss turned you sucking on Issei’s tongue and lips, biting the swollen pout until his lips were red and puffy. He pulled back and looked down at you, a beautiful mess under him.

His fat cock head pushed between your folds. The moan escaping both of your lips was primal. You were turned on beyond imagination and the way he was thrusting forward, spreading his leaking precum on your wet clit was almost too much. He quickly picked up his pace fucking your folds, his warm head brushing against your clit with every movement, but your greedy self wanted more.

The fact that he made you cum so easily made you proud. Just because you’ve never gone this far with someone else doesn’t mean you’ve never cum, you’ve had a lot of practice over the years, being insatiable, the sheets soaked underneath you from your previous orgasms being proof.

“Keep your eyes open, look at me, baby.” He moans getting your attention him.

You tried, you really tried, but the way he was stroking you, imagining what it’d be like to actually sit on his cock, the lewd sounds echoing in the background leaving you unable to focus.

He taps on your cheek eventually getting you look at him, keeping your mind on him by placing his fingers in your mouth you letting him, hazily sucking on them, not being able to close your mouth.

“Oh, baby, you’re drooling everywhere.” He grumbles. Your spit dripping onto his fingers, the friction of your thighs making him feral, moving at an even faster pace. Your body bouncing with every thrust.

“You gonna cum after I cum on your little clit? Come one more time for me, I know you’ve got it in you.” You sob feeling the puddle beneath you, time slowing, fire pooling in your tummy. Listening to his words you let yourself go. You come with a silent scream as the pleasure ripped through your body, your nails scratching his soft skin. Your vison fading to black feeling him lose his rhythm and moaning a mixture of curse words along with your name, feeling him cum on your tummy before resting his head in your neck while letting your legs go.

“So good for me, look at how much you came.” He says breaking the static. You whining into his shoulder, emotions high, never doing this before.

“I know, baby, I know. I’m right here, just breathe.” He says. You two laying in silence for an unclear amount of time, him rubbing your back while you rest in his chest almost dozing off.

“Are we still…friends?” You croak out trying to hold back your sobs already knowing the answer that you two were defiantly not friends now and never would be just friends again.

“Friends don’t do this type of shit” He maintained grabbing your shoulders to sit you and him up. You were worried, did he only do this with you because he was drunk? You were anxious that you scared him away because you just poured your heart out to him and pushed yourself on him. You left your head down, tears already coming out to your dismay. You moved your hand up to wipe them but he beat you to it.

“Look at me… I love you.” He says holding your cheeks in his palm. You in awe, hoping that you weren’t imagining it, that this was real life.

“R-really” You question making him worry too, preferring to forgive and forget rather than letting this a divide between the two of you in case you went back on your feelings. You were so overwhelmed, never feeling love until this moment, so happy that the person you longed for liked you back. Yours tears running once again.

“Shh, shh, it’s alright...Don’t cry.”

You don’t even know why you were crying, the hangover already getting to you making you get a headache. You groaning in his arms complaining that your head and throat hurt.

“Ill be back” he says detaching himself from you, letting you know he was coming right back.

He walks to your fridge opening it to see every drink but water, having too dig through all of them, especially the absurd amount of apple juice guessing it was your “once a year craving for it”. He finally got you some cold water, putting It in a cup and waked back to your room.

“Issei” you whined not picking your head up from the pillow.

“Shh baby im right here.”

He sat down beside you on your bed lifting your head up. “Here drink this” he reassured, to which you ignored not wanting anything to go in your mouth, just wanting the day, or night as it was now, to end.

“It’s just water, honey, look.” You sat yourself up with his help seeing him in just his boxers, you remembering your still naked, not caring enough to cover yourself. He held to glass to your mouth, babying you, tilting it far back enough to where you could drink it. The water hit the back of your mouth feeling like a shot making you cough.

“I know, it hurts. I’m sorry but we have to” He stated. You continued to drink it, feeling the stinging in the back of your throat, him comforting you, calling you “good girl” which was unsurprisingly working.

He put the cup on your dresser when you finished, climbing back into bed with you leaning your body into his. “Have you ever thought about...us? Y’know, as an...item?” he said causing you to look at him with wide eyes.

“Call me selfish, but I don’t ever want anyone else to touch you.” He insisted making you cheeks flush. You try to think of a way to respond, not wanting to keep him waiting.

“You’re the best thing that has, and ever will, happen to me. Not only am I deeply in love with you, you’re my best friend.” You stammer out, your shaky hands somehow made there way to his neck, letting them fall slowly before he grabs them dragging you in for a kiss before you got to even see his face.

“Everybody has always thought we’re a couple.” He continued taking his time kissing you all over your face. “Then I guess we should be.” You retort, kissing him back before you could see his reaction, not wanted to be embarrassed anymore today. But he caught you, holding you still “Really “y/n? Like deadass?” He asked.

“Yes dummy, I want to be your girlfriend” You say causing him to grin swearing you’ve never seen him smile that big, before he gives you one last kiss.

“I always kiss you on the cheek, why are you blushing now? He teases laying back down, you following along. You just snuggle into him mumbling something along the lines of “m’tired”, he understanding and speaking to you in a soft, gentle voice while helping you to bed, so he doesn’t make it harder for you to sleep by being loud. “I’m here love, I’m not going anywhere.” He whispers into your ear mkanig your heart swoon one last time before you pass out.

“I l-love you issei.” You sleepily mumble.

“Tell me this when you’re sober.” He says stroking your head.

“Just relax, close your eyes...”He murmurs, your heart beating slower every second. Both of you together, lazy, slow presses. Limbs pressed together, chests heaving, fingers trailing down backs, tracing lazy patterns.

“Oh!…” He remembers. “If you really wanna get them pierced, we could get matching ones.”

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