#'can you feel the love tonight' just came on shuffle and it couldnt be more accurate

[introloves]

dom meian shugo>>>

*inhales real deep before furiously typing*

— dom! meian + leg humping + orgasm denial + rough face grabbing + hair pulling + man handling + dacryphilia + mean! meian + meian calls reader ‘bunny’ + bratty! reader + reader regrets being bratty + f! reader

— word count; 1.6k

you don’t know how long you’ve been sitting there- he told you to wait for him, he was tired- tired from practice and the stress that came with rounding up bouncy men all day.

maybe you knew what would happen, usually his punishments were enough to leave you on the brink of unconsciousness due to the sheer want. but now, as you crawled over to him, watching him splayed out on the couch, head tilted back, dark eyebrows furrowed- there was no way you’d control yourself and not touch him.

he didn’t notice the soft shuffling of you making your way over, fitting /so/ easy inbetween the space of his long, thick legs. he was so big, dwarfed your body completely, it made you salivate while you looked up at his relaxed face.

a shaky hand came up to rest against his thigh, and he jumped slightly. didn’t react in any other way, simply relaxing once more. your eyebrows furrowed, wanting him to at least look at you, wanting him to ask you what you were doing.

but he didn’t move.

with a huff, you continued your journey to the bump of his flaccid cock.

it wounded your pride a little when he didn’t react to your fingers curling over his dick, the give of his athletic shorts helped you tug on him.

“m-meian.” you called out softly, and all he responded with was a quirk of his brow, eyes still closed. there wasn’t even a reaction from his dick, no jump or pulse against your ministrations- a whiny cry of desperation left your lips, and you tugged your hand away-

tried to anyways. his hand immediately shot down to wrap completely around your wrist (and then some), the grumble of his voice started deep in his chest.

“nuh uh bunny- told you i was tired, gotta work extra hard for me tonight.”

it soothed the sting of it just a little, but you still whined, still tried to pull away, pouty with the feeling of not being payed enough attention.

it was the worst thing you could have done. his eyes shooting open and dark eyes flitting down to look at you. the shuffling of his body startled you, it was nearly frightening how he straightened himself up, towering over you.

“no? are you saying no?” he tugged once- the brute and his stupid strength tumbled you close to him, knocking you forward and on all fours. with wide eyes you shook your head, unable to form any words, all moisture booking it from your mouth to down and between your legs.

his other hand grabbed your face, tilting it left and right- inspecting his pretty baby, wondering exactly what had gotten into you.

“you know the rules against not using your words bunny, tell me what happens when you don’t use your words.”

with shaky words you recalled what exactly happens.

“d-don’t get your cock.” you shivered, words messy with the way he still held onto your face, fingers digging into the fat of your cheeks.

it hurt to say it, you weren’t usually a brat- nearly never was, you loved him too much.

seeing your lower lip tremble, eyes watering /already/- it softened his hold and gaze, sighing before he released you.

“yeah- ‘ts what bad girls get... but you’re not a bad girl, are you bunny?”

“no! not a bad girl...”

your eager response made him smile, canines on display as his handsome face morphed into a wolffish grin.

he sat back once more, obviously pleased. there was nothing better than seeing you correct yourself, proving how good he was at putting you in your place when you acted up, the remnants of those punishment still sent a shock of fear down your body. he could see you tremble.

ah- maybe he would let you cum ‘round his cock. couldnt help but feel soft at watching your pretty eyes get wet with tears.

“that’s right.” he groaned, rolling his shoulders back- arms coming up to rest against the back of the couch, hips jutting forward. just by the movement you could see his dick jump- it made you whimper involuntarily.

he’d made you so cock hungry for him, you’d resorted to acting like an animal for just a taste.

“since you’re not a bad girl, but a very dumb and naughty one-“ meian sighed, watching you and your desperation, he stretched out his leg, eyes moving over to stare down at it, “i’ll let you fuck my leg.”

just this was enough to make you cry out in appreciation, eagerly nodding and already sitting up to plant yourself on his thigh-

“uh uh bunny, i said my leg.” he stops you, the outstretched placement of his leg now makes sense.

it was embarrassing, humiliating- the thought of rubbing yourself over him like this like an animal... but you’d take anything you’d get, wanting to make him proud and happy.

it didn’t take long for you to settle over his leg, splitting your cunt against the mass of bone and muscle, each pathetic rub and drag barely brought any pleasure, but you continued on, shaking and babbling out strings of his name and pleads for him to touch you- to make you cum, to split you on his long, long and fat cock.

the swelling of his cock in his athletic shorts made you all the more desperate, it swelled and stood proudly- straining against the stretchy material, so big and proud and delicious.

seeing your mouth open and puffing out sharp little pleads of his name, all the while your hands wrapped around the back of his thigh- clawing at the thickness and muscle (trying to) bring him closer made him smile,

“good bunny, gunna cum?” he wonders out loud, knowing that you’re weak and tired.

you’re close, it takes longer than usual, longer than what it would have taken if he had just fucked you- but you can taste the sweet release, an obscene sound of wet stickiness echoes in the room, all from your folds parting over and over against the hard line of bone, sweat beading at your temple in effort.

“shūgo! g-gunna- gunna!” you cry, hips stilling on an upstroke of your canting hips, trying to smash your clit down onto his leg, cunt and tummy clenching as a sweltering heat travels down your tummy and-

it’s gone.

it’s gone because his leg is pulled from under you, near orgasming body pitching forward with it- you keep the twitch, keep the contracting muscles trying to tip you over the edge, but you don’t keep the grip you had.

he catches you, holding the softness right under the swell of your chest, tugging you up, up and up.

“sorry bunny-“ he grumbles, large hand sweeps sweat slicked hair from your face, kissing you tenderly, trying to bring you back from it all, “but fuck,” he hisses, settling your drooling cunt right over his cock- “don’t like the idea of you cumin’ anywhere other than on me.”

he’s a mean man- selfish and strong. there’s no effort in how he moves you, rough and calloused hands tug your own, smaller ones onto broad shoulders.

“please.” you whimper, trying to find dexterity back into your tongue. meian simply coos, reaching down and pulling the waistband of his shorts down, your cunt keeping his cock from slapping up against his tummy.

“i know, bunny- i know.” he says it honestly, feeling how you shake, not used to working for your orgasms- too spoiled by him.

by sheer muscle memory he slides your bottoms to the side- cute little sleeping shorts, barely anything against your puffy cunt.

the daze you feel suddenly clears when he pushes his cock in- one swift stroke and starts bouncing you. working your body into a brutalizing pace- he didn’t look tired, not while his bulging biceps and tense forearms moved you up and down, grunting at every pass of your tightness over the throbbing vein running down his dick.

“yeah- my cute little bunny always takes your cock so well.” he mutters out to no one in particular, you’re certainly not listening with how your head is tilted back, screaming over and over calls of his name and just shrill mewls.

he leaves a tight and hot grip on your hip with one hand, the other curling into your hair- sharply bringing your head back to look at him, he’d give you a love tap if he could, but didn’t think you’d have the strength to keep the nice pace he’s set.

“cum-“ meian spits- moving your head so that your wet and crossed eyes look into his direction, “cum right now or you’re not at all.”

there was no way you wouldn’t listen to him- whole body clenching, pulsing as a white light passed over your eyes, cunt nearly squeezing him out of you.

your cum was displaced by his cock, a translucent creaminess falling into a ring around the base of him, aiding in the nasty sound of wet squelching.

“sh-shū-shūgo.” you cry pathetically, hiccuping as the jolting of your body breaks any and all vowels tumbling from your lips.

he can’t help but to cum at the sight of it- shivering, spearing you down to paint every inch of your gummy walls with his cum.

his grunts sound so good, so low, barely a register you can hear- but you definitely feel.

the way he holds you down gives you a small mercy, both of you panting out wet puffs of air.

“t-thank you.” you whisper, aftershocks of pulsing squeezes against him- you look up at him, pick your tilting head to look at him with tired, questioning eyes- chest squeezing at feeling the still rock hard cock inside you.

he grins at you once more- looking like an animal, a predator.

“what? you think your captain’s that tired bunny?” meian huffs, tugging your plaint body onto his chest-

“no- i’m gunna stuff you full, this is your punishment baby.”

hips buck off the couch, balls slapping heavy onto your ass- squirming body held down by his muscled arms.

any thoughts of rebuttal, any noise of complaint dried up in your throat- as far as punishments went, well,

this was your favorite.

[creweemmaeec11]

Kind Touch Pt 6

Help it's too cute. This is so cute it almost hurts, read at your own risk because it's all fluff.

Previous parts can be found here

"Is everything okay?" The hero asked as the villain shuffled through the front door. Not that the villain usually pranced through it, but the hero could immediately tell something was wrong. Their movements were slow, lazy and sluggish. The hero scanned them for injuries, but they couldnt immediately see anything.

"Yes and no?" The villain huffed, kicking off their shoes and shrugged off their coat.

"What do you mean? What's-"

The hero was cut off by the villain abruptly walking up and slumping forward into them, thunking their head into their chest and snuggling closer.

The heros arms instinctually wrapped around the other, holding them close. They heard the villain let out a content sigh as they relaxed, sinking into them more and swaying slightly on their feet. The hero couldn't help but smile. Despite all the progress theyd made, the villain still wasnt usually as forward with physical affection, so they must have had a truely long day to be this out of it. They felt a slight grin grow on their face as they imagined how flustered the villain would probably be tomorrow morning once they remembered their actions tonight.

"Theres nothing exactly *wrong*.... I just... ugh,"

The hero chuckled quietly yet fondly above them, resting their chin on top of the others head gently, "eloquently said,"

"Shut up," the villain replied, though the smile in the tone was obvious.

"Do you want to get something to eat?"

The villain shook their head where it was tucked against the heros chest, "not hungry," they mumbled quietly.

"Okay, then what DO you want to do?"

"Stay here..." the villain muttered, apparently already loosing the battle of staying conscious.

The hero chuckled again before in one swift movement they scooped the villain up into their arms.

The villain let out a surprised squeak, arms wrapping around the heros neck instinctively.

"What-"

"Shhh," the hero hushed, slipping into their bedroom before playfully tossing the villain onto the bed.

There was another surprised squeak as they collided with the blankets.

"What-" that villain tried again, but was cut off by the hero once more.

"Stay put," the hero instructed, before slipping into the closet. They returned a few moments later with a pair of pyjamas, which they tossed to the villain still on the bed.

"Put these on, I'll be back in a few minutes okay?" The hero asked.

"Uh... okay...? The villain replied in confusion, watching the hero leave.

The villain sluggishly slipped on the pajamas, only realizing once they were on that the hero had given them a set of their own, not the villains. The hero's clothes were always slightly too big for the villain, and despite how much theyd complain about it to the hero, they actually loved wearing the heros things. They were always so comfortable, and the faint scent of the others shampoo always made them feel safer. They had a sneaking suspicion the hero knew that.

A few minutes later the hero came back in to find the villain already snuggled down in bed.

"Hey don't fall asleep yet, I want you to try and eat a slice of toast first," the hero explained softly, sliding down onto the bed next to the villain, who's sleepy eyes blinked open to look up at them.

"Hmm?"

"Eat, then you can go to sleep,"

The villain grumbled as they pushed themselves up to a sitting position, before basically flopping over to lean against the hero, who laughed fondly and wrapped an arm around them.

"You're so cuddly when your sleepy,"

"Like you're complaining," the villain argued as they started eating, munching away quietly.

"I never said that, but it's funny that you didn't even disagree with me there,"

Annnnd there was the blush.

The villain glared. It was a look that may have been worrying or even scary to the hero before all of this, but now? Now the hero knew the ice in that stare was manufactured, the emptiness in their eyes nothing more then good acting.

"You're adorable" the hero mused fondly, a sly smile on their face, knowing the villains mouth was both full but that they were also too tired to really argue back.

The villain huffed, blushing more as they rolled their eyes, crossing their arms and turning so they could flop back against the hero who simply chuckled at their antics.

The villain was much more open about physical affection now, and while theyd long sense given up pretending to hate it, they still put forth this almost... indifference towards it. Acting like they didnt really care.

They rarely asked for affection out right, instead using many clever and cheaty workarounds. A good example was when the villain asked "can we go to bed early?" Which was usually code for "I wanna cuddle," or how "it's kinda chilly in here, dont you think?" was usually their way of asking for a hug. They would always ask while giving the hero this pointed *look* that always gave them away, leaving the hero little choice but to smile and roll their eyes fondly, an action that was always rewarded with a blush before giving in to whatever the villain was asking for.

Sometimes the villain found ways to ask without even using words, like whenever they'd not-so-subtly sit right next to the hero on the couch, glancing at them out of the corner of their eye until the hero just caved, wrapping an arm around them to pull them closer.

Though all things considered, the hero had to admit their favorite was whenever the villain wanted the hero to play with their hair. Their way of asking was just shyly placing the hero's hand on their head while blushing and looking away, which had to be one if the cutest things the hero had ever heard or seen.

So they may have created a bit of an affection monster, not that the hero would ever complain. Plus, it made sense, the villain had so many years spent touch starved they had to make up for.

But it was the villain's continued shyness around the topic that made moments like this so special. The hero found they adored whenever the villain was in this sleepy mood and that "big bad" filter finially fell away. The flustered mornings that followed were always a bonus as well.

Finaly the villain finished their toast, setting the now empty plate aside. They turned back to see the hero open their arms, an invitation the villain happily accepted with a small sheepish smile.

They drew themselves in closer to the hero, shivering ever so slightly.

"Are you cold?" The hero asked, "I can go get another blanket,"

The hero tried to move to get up, the operative word being *tried*, as soon as they shifted the villains grip on them tighted, pulling them back and holding them in place.

"S'fine, you're warm m'nough," the villain muttered, and the hero couldnt help the small chuckle or grin that broke out onto their face. They were becoming increasingly amused by the thought of just how flustered the villains actions tonight would have them in the morning.

There was a few minutes of content silence, when the hero felt something gently grab their hand. They looked down, and dispite already knowing what was going to happen they let the villain go through the motion of placing the hand on their head anyway. The villain never spared the hero a glance, pointedly keeping their face turned down toward where they were now fidgeting with their own hands. The hero could tell they had tensed up slightly, as if waiting for an answer to the unspoken request.

The hero simply chuckled, carding their fingers through the villains hair.

"Shut up," the villain muttered, which only caused the hero to laugh more.

"I never said anything!"

"Yeah but you're thinking it,"

"What? That you're adorable?"

"I said shut up!"

The hero just laughed again, scratching at the others scalp gently.

They glanced over, noticing the laptop that was still open on their desk. There was still paperwork they really should be getting done tonight but...

Looking down again, the hero noticed the villain was practically already asleep, breathing slowed and body relaxed.

It would be a sin to disturb them now...

The hero sighed, accepting their fate as a human pillow for the night. They slid down a bit further into the bed, shifting the barely conscious villain in the arms slightly before pulling the blankets up over them a bit more.

The villain muttered some form of disapproval at being moved before snuggling in closer to the heros chest contently, a small smile appearing on their face when they felt a hand begin carding through their hair gently.

They both got a good sleep that night.

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Hi! I don't see alot of jotaro stuff so im happy I came across you. Can I get a fic of jotaro and a insecure chubby s/o and how he would make them feel better by worshipping then in his own way and ends up turning a bit feral? Thank you!

-suki

Mod bone here and as someone who ADORES this idea and am a jotaro simp as a chubbier person with body image issues this made me v happy to write i hope you enjoy

CW// reader not eating mentioned, afab reader, HEAVY SMUT, body image issues and self doubt :)

Jotaro had been out of town for a bit on a small trip for work while you had been fine the whole time he had been gone something felt off today, you look in the mirror seeing stretch marks that were o your lower stomach and thighs suddenly you were seeing every flaw in you whether it be a birthmark, a stretch mark, cellulite, or just your weight overall you were NOT feeling it today. Your eyes start to sting a bit not realizing you were about to cry, 'shit Jotaro comes home today I need to make sure everything is good around here' you wipe your eyes and clean up the house for a while as a distraction it must've been a while as suddenly you heard keys in the door like a small puppy waiting for their owner your head shot up looking over  seeing Jotaro walking into your shared bedroom laying his bag on the floor and worrying about it later. He walked back into the room coming behind you hugging you for a moment "y/n I missed you I'm sorry i was gone for so long small trip turned into 2 weeks" he said he was obviously tired from the trip as he wasn't usually this affectionate  "Its okay it isn't your fault that it got extended" you reply leaning into his touch suddenly he steps in front of you and looks at you for a small moment "are you alright you seem a bit pale, are you not eating again?" a small sigh escapes your lips 'how was he able to tell so quickly it was only today I hadn't eaten' you slowly nod your head knowing he was going to be worried "I'm sorry Jotaro I haven't eaten today I've been eating fine the rest of the time just uh not today, its been one of those days" he looks at you for a second before kissing you on the forehead and lifting you up "I'm gonna show you just how pretty you are to me okay I hate when you talk about yourself like that  you are beautiful in every way inside and out" you were too focused on his words to even realize the tears you had in your eyes until you felt a few drop down on your cheeks. Jotaro carries you to your room and lays you down on the bed "can I undress you? I wont do this if you aren't okay with it" he has always asked for consent before he touched you intimately it was pretty cute knowing it was cause he felt awkward doing it without you telling him "Yeah you can, Jotaro you don't have to do thi-" "y/n i want to do this I want to show you how much i care about you do please let me do this" "Okay then go for it" with a small hum of acknowledgement he takes off your shirt and pants leaving you in just your panties you weren't wearing a bra due to you being just in PJ's all day. Jotaro lowers himself down hovering over you before kissing you passionately and gently making sure you knew how much he loved and appreciated you as usual his lips are electric always leaving you wanting more of him as he kisses your lips he kisses down your body between your breasts, on your nipples, your stomach, every stretch mark, beauty mark, and mark in general he can find. whining slightly at his actions you realized what this would lead to and quite frankly you missed it having his body on yours as he kissed down your thighs he looks at you the wholesome but lust look was replaced with something you could only describe as  feral, hungry, and lustful. "can I please- I know i never said we would go this far tonight but can i please fuck you I missed you so fuckin much i need you" Jotaro? Begging? That's a first but honestly you couldnt care less  "please i've missed you so much i need it too" with that Jotaro's impatience got the better of him using star platinum to quickly rip off your underwear moving to the side quickly flicking his tongue onto your clit making you whimper at the sudden pleasure attaching his mouth onto your wet cunt licking and sucking making you quickly feel in complete ecstasy moaning out his name and praises while tangling a hand into his hair while he takes his tongue and starts pumping it into as far as he can breathless and moaning in lust you fumble out the words "J-Jotaro fuck please I need you inside me not your tongue but your cock please" he looks up at you and quickly shuffles to the side and quickly getting off his boxers and pants taking the head and quickly gliding it between your folds for extra lubricant before lining up with your entrance and pushing himself into you letting you adjust for a few seconds thrusting intensely making sure you get as much pleasure as you can without being bruised in the cervix suddenly a loud moan causing your voice to crack a bit ripped through your throat as your body starts to shake and pulse while your pussy tightens around his erect member making him stutter in his movements as your legs shake and you pulse around him he keeps thrusting chasing his high before burying himself inside you cumming the hardest he had in a while. While puling out of you to go get a towel and clean you both up he comes back to see you shaking and having a mix of your cum and his leaking out of you least to say the sight itself was erotic he comes over and cleans you up and runs a warm bath "hey you okay y/n you've been shaking for a minute now" his concern evident in his voice "I'm okay just been a while since we've done that" he chuckles lightly "I guess it has since I've been gone for a while but I'm just glad you know how much i love and appreciate you now" you smile a bit "I know you love me Jotaro i guess i just needed a small reminder" you two wash each others hair and take a shower together after you go grab snacks and curl up on the bed with blankets "Jotaro? you coming back" "I'll be there in just a minute I'm just grabbing my water bottle" as he walks back with his water he sees you curled up in bed "cuddles?" you ask with a pleading look "Yare yare daze come here" he says as he lays next to you. once again typical tsundere Jotaro was back.

[heyitsyn]

Keeping Up With Seijoh Ep. 4

a/n: uwuwuwuwu @animesportboys​ and i were just talking about this and my heart was just bursting at this thought 😭

for more seijoh content, check this masterlist out!

also requests are currently closed right now since i have like nearly 30 to finish so please be patient with me and wait for me to finish it all and until then i can open them up again. however, dont stop sending me cute stuff okay?  🥺

summary: its the time of the month for seijoh’s manager 🥺

@ yn when shes extra moody and mean during that time and does this every time she hears anything even come out of the boys’ mouth

oh dear

so basically

it’s,,,,,, a natural thing that most girls go through every month for more than half of their lives and its absolutely D R E A D F U L

the boys ofc knew what the hell a period was bc hello health class so they knew you would become this,,, other version of yourself

youd be moodier, childish, and easy to annoy and snap to everyone

but you would quickly realize how you’re acting then be all regretful and teary and cry easily and then youd forget about it then start the cycle again

you’d stick your tongue out at them and tease them mercilessly, making them run even more laps and pushing them harder

‘I SEE THOSE ARMS SHAKING, IWAIZUMI HAJIME. ADD 15 MORE TO THAT ROUTINE’

‘WHAT?!’

‘IF I SEE YOU EVEN A STEP BEHIND KINDAICHI, YOU WILL BE RUNNING 8 MORE LAPS KUNIMI’

‘NOO!!!!’

‘CHECK YOURSELF OUT ONE MORE TIME, YAHABA, I WILL GOUGE OUT YOUR EYES’

‘HAVE MERCY!!!!’

dear god they hated it

when it was time, they would protect themselves and work even harder and be more perfect to make sure you couldnt see their faults and point them out and try and kill them

it was like war for everyone

but they didnt know the exact date it started so they didnt really know when to start preparing for war until it came

this time, you didnt either

you didnt even know you were starting as you were extra busy booking the buses for away comps and collecting and emailing teachers for any missed homeworks for the team

so when it did start,,,

oh dear part 2

it wasnt really something you found out when you woke up that morning but you noticed you must be getting close since you were feeling extra cranky and you havent even been awake for more than an hour

nothing really happened throughout the day so you were just thinking that you didnt get enough sleep last night so you were just tired and wanted to sleep

but then it happened

you were standing next to iwa, reviewing his spike percentages when you shifted your weight to the other leg and then your eyes widened

your water broke

i saw this tiktok of this one girl and she was about to start filming with her friend when her eyes widened and her friend knew immediately and her caption was ‘my water broke’

iwa was worried as heck on to what was going on with you and even followed your gaze to see it on the wall and nothing out of the ordinary

‘y/n?’

‘oh god’

you mumbled and you wanted to run but you were too scared that you leaked and probably have an obvious redness on your white track pants

yep it def was your time bc you felt tears welling up in your eyes and you sniffled, embarrassed and upset for this to happen now, of all times

then oikawa tooru bursted through the doors

iwa, taking his eyes off of you and to the captain, started to yell at him until he noticed the brunette’s flushed face and panting form, hunched over as he gripped on the door handle with the plastic bag

you, too busy trying to think of a way to get out of there like deciding to waddle or to just crawl, didnt see oikawa as he approached you

the team paused and watched as he took a black hoodie from the plastic bag and wrapped it around your waist

‘hmm, y/n-chan, better get dressed so we can go now’

he hummed and you snapped out of your panic and looked up at him with watery eyes

‘oikawa-san’

you whispered and he nodded, eyes knowing what was going on

‘coach, theres a planetarium special tonight’

oikawa shouted without tearing his gaze away from you and coach irihata instantly knew, knowing the code that oikawa came up with when you became a part of the family team

the elder coach made a noise of agreement and oikawa didnt wait to up and carry you in his arms and waved to the team while pushing your head in his chest so you can hide

‘work hard everyone!’

‘oi, shittykawa! what the hell-!’

but an intense side-eye from his best friend shut him up and he knew something happened so he didnt say anything since he trusts oikawa to fix it

‘i trust you will take care of them, iwa-chan’

iwaizumi nodded firmly before shouting to resume back to practice and he himself went back to the line for spikes

you were carried to the bathroom so you could change into your emergency undies and pad and after you did your business, oikawa noticed you uncomfortably waddling towards him so he took you back into his arms

oikawa continued to carry you like his bride down the street towards an unknown destination, humming a children’s show tune that takeru loved to watch, while you maintained curled around yourself, partly due to the shame but also from the pain in your abdomen

you wiped the few stray tears that spilled past your eyes and oikawa chuckled when he noticed you aggressively wipe them off

‘hmm, y/n-chan, you shouldnt do that to yourself. it irritates your eyes and the skin around it so gently dab it next time, kay?’

you nodded, burrowing back to his chest and breathing in his scent

french toast

he smelled like french toast as the smell of caramel and vanilla wafted into your nose

‘howd you know’

you mumbled against the fabric of his jacket

oikawa stopped his humming and replaced it with a chuckle

‘oh, y/n-chan. oikawa-san is a reliable senpai, dont you know? i got a tracker! just for you!’

he answered and your eyes moved from his arm to his smile and you gripped his jacket tighter, fingers curled around it as if it was your lifeline

‘thank you, oikawa-san’

your words of appreciation made oikawa’s heart thump and he faltered a little, blush creeping up his neck, but he fought it down, covering it up with a smirk

‘you should be, y/n-chan! girls would kill to be you right now!’

you rolled your eyes at the return of his cocky attitude but you knew better

the real oikawa tooru was under that mask

turns out, he carried you to his home as his house was the closest while yours had to be taken by a bus

thankfully his parents were out and his sister and nephew were in a trip in tokyo that you had the house to yourselves without anyone asking questions that might make you uncomfortable and them misunderstand

he shut the door with his foot and made his way up the stairs with ease, his strength truly impressing you at that moment, before settling you down on his bed

it wasnt even on purpose but you curled yourself on his blanket, head buried in his pillow

his heart combusted and tooru had to look away or else he wouldve jumped on you and coddled you forever

instead, he quickly ran over and knelt down under his desk to reach for the box that he has prepared for you

‘y/n-chan, i never knew your pattern until last month so i was able to prepare for you now’

you looked up from your position on the bed and sat up enough to see him standing there, grinning with a mint green box

‘wh-what is that?’

you asked and he shuffled over, sitting next to you

‘this, is the y/n care love box! this special box was created by yours truly with everything you want and need during this dreadful week. theres your favorite food, warm socks, coupons you can spend like watching movies and eating ten tubs of ice cream while we talk shit about the boys’

he listed, gripping the box nervously 

‘so? do you like it?’

he looked away from the box and to you but his smile slipped into a panicked one when he saw you silently crying and biting your lip to keep the sobs in

‘y-y/n-chan! i-its okay if y-you dont like it! o-oikawa-san can-’

‘no!’

you cut him off and lunged to hug him with all your might

hehe all might

E A T   T H I S

‘i love you so much, oikawa-san! so much! thank you!’

you sobbed into his neck and he tightly hugged you back, lifting you so you could comfortably sit on his lap straddle him if you want me to be straight forward

oikawa gently moved so he was leaning against the wall that his bed was pressed against while you were pressed against his warmth

his fingers were drawing small circles on your back and whispering corny jokes or puns that made you giggle and laugh and occassionally, he would kiss your nose and you would whine at the ticklish feeling

eyes fleeting around the room, your eyes settled back on the box and you reached out, wanting to grab it until oikawa beat you to it and snatched it for you then placed it on your hold

‘whats inside, oikawa-san?’

you cutely mumbled, sitting comfortably back on his thighs so you could open the box in front of you

oikawa laughed

‘just open it and figure it out yourself, y/n-chan’

you pouted at his tease but smiled widely when you revealed the contents inside

‘oikawa-san!’

his eyes followed your surprised expression and his hands gripped your waist

‘you like it?’

he whispered and you nodded, looking back up at him and kissing his cheek, his 

‘youre so sweet, oikawa-san! like-like this candy bar! howd you know i like this?’

you held up the treat and he shrugged

‘i keep seeing you get it whenever we go to the store’

you continued to sift through the things, seeing a dvd of your favorite movie, a f/c heating pad, a note that said your favorite ice cream was in the fridge, a bag of your favorite chips, fluffy socks, the goodies

you didnt even notice yourself crying again, only realizing it when there were wet spots beneath you

oikawa saw this and he quickly but gently put the box to the side and cradled your face with both of his hands, softly wiping the tears away with his thumbs

‘aw, dont cry, my little baby. princesses should never cry’

you sniffled and choked a laugh

‘hah, n-not a baby. j-just hor-monal’

you complained and oikawa snickered but shook his head then kissed your nose again

‘youre my baby’

you didnt have it in you to complain so you went back to snuggling into him

oikawa squeezed you and went back to drawing the circles on your back and he felt you relax into his touch and slump against his form, slowly starting to snore

your head rested on his shoulder and he turned slightly to watch your eyes flutter and nose scrunch when a strand of your hair fell on it

his heart continued to beat faster and faster and it showed by the way his fingers shook as he carefully lifted the hair away from you

he slowly bent down to give you a kiss on the forehead before laying you down to sleep more comfortably

‘good night, princess’

he sweetly placed a last kiss on your cheek before getting up to go prepare your heating pad for when you wake up

the next few days were possibly the best period days youve ever had

maybe because it was oikawa telling the team that you were in,,,,, satan’s domain currently and they should be careful with you so they tried their best to lift the weight and burden off of your shoulders

however,,

the next day after the incident,,,

they still didnt know what was wrong with you and oikawa forgot to text the gc about your condition so they were still unknowing

like today

during your classes, you were feeling off, almost nauseous but eating little bits of your chocolate treats were helping you get through until lunch

ofc kunimi noticed bc hellow he sits next to you and he doesnt pay attention during class so hes been watching you sneak little bites so the teacher doesnt see and ducking under your book

he was just amused with the way your eyes would widen if you thought the teacher caught you

kindaichi and kunimi and you usually ate lunch together at your classroom since you three only got to hang out as first years during lunch

so they know you usually have a bento with you and have a general idea of how much you eat

and kunimi thought since you ate all those chocolates earlier, you wouldnt eat as much food but then he saw you scarf down your bento, eat 2 more bags of chips and was finishing last chocolate bar

kindaichi,,,, wasnt even finished with his own bento and was watching you, amazed, at how easily you ate all of it

they didnt say anything since they thought you just didnt eat dinner last night but even during the walk towards the gym for after school practice, you were complaining that you were hungry and was eating another chocolate bar

they thought something was truly wrong bc you were eating so much more than usual

kunimi watched you chew on it as you opened the gym door and still ate even when you were talking to mattsun about his jump height

‘man, you sure are hungry, aren’t you, y/n? thats like your fifth chocolate bar today’

kunimi teased, grabbing a ball to spike but he froze, seeing you with the coldest and angriest look hes ever seen

you blinked at him, grip tightening on the treat, and mattsun slowly backing away from you

you advanced towards the blep boy, treat already forgotten and shoved to be held by mattsun 

despite your shorter height than kunimi, he trembled slightly as you looked up at him

‘are you calling me fat, kunimi? are you? am i fat? do you think im ugly? im a piggie?’

you ranted and slowly started crying, making kunimi frantically scramble to stop you before the other upperclassmen see or worse, oikawa-san

‘y/n-wait-no!-um’

‘y/n-chan?’

kunimi shut his eyes tightly in fear at the deadly sweet voice of his captain and kindaichi and mattsun sent a quick prayer to their fellow teammate before he was going to get killed

‘uh oh, i think we’d have to start looking for a replacement for kunimi’

makki, who just arrived, teased making kindaichi fearfully look at him

‘eh?!’

‘oh, you first years have never seen oikawa mad, have ya? well, you’ll get front seat of it!’

mattsun clapped him in the back making him gulp

you werent sobbing but you were definitely crying, tear tracks quickly being wetted by the numerous amount of tears that fell

kunimi scrambled to his knees and folded himself, forehead resting on the floor by his hands

‘I APOLOGIZE! PLEASE DONT KILL ME! I APOLOGIZE! PLEASE FIND MERCY IN YOURSELF AND FORGIVE ME, Y/N-SAMA!’

it was certainly a sight to see

normally calm and collected and chill and relaxed hippie kunimi begging to be forgiven

oikawa stepped forward but you quickly felt the change of your mood, feeling bad for your boy and scrambling to pull him back up

‘oh kunimi-kun! dont kneel like that! the floor is too hard and might give you knee pain!’

it was like whiplash

iwa stepped in the gym and saw the team’s confused and bewildered expressions and saw you, kunimi, and oikawa and he shook his head

this aint even half of bad as he has seen

oikawa gently took you away from kunimi and held you to him instead, giving you a smile, to which you returned, and looked at kunimi, a deadly glint in his eye

‘what happened, y/n-chan?’

the tone of his voice sent a chill to run down everyone’s spines and even iwa, the boy who’s seen this a handful of times, shivered and nervously watched oikawa, ready to jump in

but you just blinked, completely unaware of the change of atmosphere

‘oh, um, i overreacted. i was eating too much food today and mustve annoyed him or something’

you sheepishly mumbled but oikawa was having none of it

‘no, its fine. youre literally bleeding out as we speak! dont feel the need to validate yourself!’

he lightly scolded while you hung your head low and continued to apologize but he gently bonked your head before scolding you again

the team definitely knew now that you were in that,,,, time and they definitely knew now, especially kunimi, that even if youve seen oikawa mad, youd think that the devil was more merciful than him when it relates to the topic of you

a/n: i swear to GGGOOOOODDDDDD im an oikawa whore who cant seem to stop writing for him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[dinthehottotty]

Catch Me If You Can

Summary: Din finds new meaning to old words.

Warnings: Straight, unadulterated, violently disgusting fluff. It's gross.

A/N: translations at the bottom. No editting.

Those five stupid words got him everytime. They always stirred a childish rivalry between the two of you and he hated it. He was well and grown, those insignificant words should have no effect on him.

But they did.

From the time you were both foundlings it burned him. Not because you were faster than him, because he managed to grab you everytime, but the fact that it always worked on him. He idly wondered if that's why he was so drawn to bounty hunting. Had you trained him to chase?

Often times, when he's flying through the endless streaking that is hyperspace he thinks about you. Hyperspace is to you as visiting the armorer is to his parents. The whirring of hyperspace makes him dream of you saying that like some sick nightmare.

He remembers the first time it's said to him, a couple weeks after he was rescued. He'd seen you, both of you young enough that you hadn't sworn the creed. He remembers you watching him with excited eyes and sneaking over to him when all he wanted was to cry again over the loss of his parents.

"It's easier not to think about it," you'd told him, "and when you do, think about the good things." It had surprised him. He'd never spoken a word, he quickly discovered you were a foundling yourself, rescued only a short time prior. You'd eased him a bit, accepting his quiet nature with your chatty one. He thinks often of your cheeky smile from youth. It's hard to imagine what it looks like now, all he sees when you laugh is just the endless times as children he saw your grin. How you stayed so upbeat he didn't know.

But when he'd dried his tears you begged him to play and he had. "Catch me if you can!" Was shouted and so began his rage because you flashed a devious look over your shoulder as you ran.

You dared him to try.

Then it continued.

Catch me if you can, as you were trained to fight and he'd chase you across the training fields. In the middle of brawls, you'd call it out and he'd immediately turn to chase. It was purely instinctual. How you found him that one time on some outer rim planet, magnitizing trouble his direction, he decided you were bad luck. You'd weezed it as you both sprinted from an unidentifiable creature that was ready to tear you both limb from limb. He'd punched the back of your helmet for it when you were both in private (and you found it hilarious as he shook his knuckles free from pain).

It turned into a joke you'd say. Because he might be faster than you but he always have to push himself to keep up with you. It was competitive but effortless on your part and that brought out the childlike indignation he buried down. You pushed all the buttons in the perfect sequence to rile him up. He hated it. He dreaded it.

You'd appear in the furthest reaches and the most annoying manner, sneaking up on him to whisper it like it was the funniest thing. Swooping in to steal his bounties at the most inconvenient times. He never understood it. You'd catch them just before him and dump them at his feet like a lothcat dropping a womp rat on its owners doorstep. Smug and proud.

You'd jibe him with those five words whenever you could. Some of the most difficult, dangerous bounties that could yield a mighty reward and you'd just... hand them over like it was nothing.

It frustrated him to no end. But there was nothing in the world that felt better than sacking you to the ground, he swears. He loved to win against you, even if it felt like you let him. He always second guesses himself when it happens because you laugh! Like it's all in the fun.

You snare him everytime with that line and he knows he's lost. You were a fierce warrior and honestly he was glad you didn't bounty hunt often. If you did he wouldn't have even half the credits.

You swore the creed before he did. Earned your signet before him. Won a blaster before he did. It was endless chasing and even when you lost he could never understand just why you seemed to enjoy yourself so much. He could never tell if you were a rival or a friend but deep down he always hoped it was just an annoying friend.

He felt like it was a waste of your talents for you to transfer to the covert under medicine instead of mercenary work. To be honest, though he had seen you work, fingers flying effortlessly. They were steady, even when covered in blood.

He tried to tell himself that he was just too exhausted from the last bounty to not clean up his newest wound. A few shallow stabs that he'd acquired in the scuffle of a twi'lek that refused to give in. Din had closed it with an emergency cauterizer but it was mess and awkward, especially the one on his hip.

The excuses kept rolling in his head of what he'd tell you on why he didn't just clean it up himself before he realized he couldn't stop thinking about your modulated laugh or the lightness of your gloved touch compared to his. (He was fully aware of how hard you could hit and was always amazed by the delicacy of your gentle touches.)

It was after he left the Cantina, delivering bounties, collecting rewards, internally punching Kreef, that he finally just admitted he missed you. He missed the only person he might call his friend.

Din is aware that this will be the third time in the last two months that he's sought you out in this manner. That it's becoming a habit instead.

So he tries not to limp to badly to the convert. When he reaches the medical room he feels disappointed that your armor doesn't catch his eye at first. You'd probably been requested on a mission, somewhere important.

That is until he spots you half hidden behind a curtain, hunched over another mandalorian and focused intensely on whatever was under the bandage you were staring at.

He'd seen you do that. You were evaluating. You'd stand still as a droid, thinking about whatever wild random thoughts came out of your head. Another thing that marveled him. You were so creative, always looking for a different way to do things, just for the fun of it. It frustratingly worked in your favor but he thinks it's got more to do with stubbornness than good logistics.

He shuffles that way, and if you notice, you don't acknowledge him as he sinks awkwardly into one of the chairs. He keeps his weight off his hip.

"There is an avaliable baar'ur on the otherside, vod." You murmur without looking up. You'd noticed him, however not noticed it was him.

"I'll wait," he rumbles and your head jerks up in response. He likes it more than he cares to admit because your straightening and evaluating him instead of the man on the table who is no doubt glaring at him. Din thinks it's one of the many that float around and boast for your attention.

"Did you get stabbed again?" You demand.

"Not deep." Your laugh flutters about and then your turning back to your current patient who relaxes as your finally return your attention on him.

"If you want an excuse to see me just ask, you don't have to hurt yourself to do it. Just stop by, bring me some shig." You say and begin to pick up tools. When you remove the bandage Din sees a healing wound. You were checking up on him.

"I'll remember that." He can feel your grin through your helmet.

By the time he was settled on the table for examination, you were already hovering over him. He shifted onto his good side, rolling toward you as he jerked his tunic up. He had to unclip his belt to lower his pants enough for the wound on his hip to show.

You were forced to ignore the glorious dark trail of hair beginning to peak out from the top of them.

He very nearly sighed in relief as your hands carefully braced over either wound and prodded gently. It makes his heart race. "Maker, Din," he could hear you hiss minutely. "Do I have to board your damn trash ship in order to keep you from doing this shit to yourself? I'm giving you bacta."

"Don't need it. And my ship is not trash." He grunts, making you twist your helmet toward his.

"Or'dinii," you grunt lowly. Maybe he was a bit of a moron. "I'm taking your cauterizer away." Finally, you draw away and begin to pull out supplies to clean and dress his wound.

"So I'll just bleed out next time?"

"It'd be a mercy." Din smiles under his helmet as you begin gently cleaning his gashes. You knew by this point that he also refused the local anesthetics by now. He couldnt feel your hands the last time.

Din relaxes against the table, calmed by your presence. "Do you want to stop by for dinner tonight?" You prompt him.

"I have bounties to hunt."

"Tell you what, have dinner with me tonight and I'll help you catch your next few."

"I don't need your help."

"Sure. Sure. I mean, you're totally up to catching me right now." Din feels the spike of emotion in his chest and groans in annoyance.

"I have caught you everytime, wounded or not," he growls. "Were not children anymore." He doesn't expect you to lean down to his helmet. It startles his heart into a sprint as you rub your thumb affectionately over his hip bone. What game was this? All he can see is his helmet reflecting in yours.

"If you haven't realized that I enjoy you chasing me at this point, I may have to spell it out for you, Din." Your threat has a mocking to it that pisses him off more, but he's tense under your thumb stretching to the inside of his pelvic bone. It's taunting, teasing.

"What's the point?"

"Maybe you'll have to try again and find out."

And you rose back to work silently on his wound, letting him mull over your words and over think the tension.

Finally, he's patched up properly and sits up on the table. "What time are you done here?" He asks.

"Twenty minutes ago."

"Why didn't you say anything."

"Doesn't matter, does it?" You make quick work of cleaning up your supplies. "So dinner?" You demand. Din grins under his helmet.

"Fine." He relents, climbing to his feet.

"Good. Oh, and Din," you lean close, backing him into the edge of the stone table your hand presses into his chest plate. "Catch me if you can." Before you take off like there's blaster fire.

You let him catch you this time, right in the entrance to your quarters. He tackles you through the curtain and you roll across the floor, laughing all the way. Clearly, you're enjoying as much as you did playing tag or hide and seek as kids. Despite the bite of pain in his wounds he wrestles your arms to the ground on top of you.

"You like this?" He demands, half amused.

"Yeah, you were the best part of my life when we were growing up, it brings me back, you know?" He tenses when you casually admit that. And the silence hangs heavy, only heavy breathing and the tap of beskar chests heaving against each other.

Then he headbutts the helmet to yours. "I... I think about your smile a lot... from when we were kids." You shift slowly under him, legs framing his hips.

"It's strange isn't it? That we've known each other so long and we don't look anything like we did the last time we saw one another." Your voices lowered.

"We... we could see each other again," he finds himself suggesting. You gasp quietly underneath him.

"Like... like leaving the covert?"

"If you... if you wanted. But..." he hesitates, trying to remember how annoying you were supposed to be. "What if we got married?" He feels more nervous than he ever remembers feeling.

"Okay," you whimper, sounding as breathless as you feel.

"Okay?" He finds himself repeating. Your helmet nods frantically against his.

"Yes, okay!" And he's letting you go of your arms when you sound like your ready to sob. He kind of likes the sound of the beskar armor sliding against more beskar, but suddenly he's exhausted and all he wants is to sink into your warm embrace unhindered. Only rumbling bellies reminding the both of you to detangle.

...

His jump to hyperspace was welcomed this time. His brain swimming around you, his Riduur. His love. His best friend. He could embrace the thoughts of you in hyperspace.

Navarro darts out of view and he settles back in his seat, a pleasant sort of soreness filling his body from his eager activities you'd both participated in. He just wished he could have seen your face after the ceremony, but there wasn't enough time.

"Hey, Din," he hears you call from the doorway of the cockpit. But it sounds different, lighter. You weren't wearing your helmet. A thrill of excitement filled him for a split second. He soaked up a moment before he slowly pilots his chair about.

You weren't just not wearing your helmet, you weren't wearing anything. It stalled his brain to see the shy but mischievous smile as you casually lean against the doorframe. He knows the tightened nipples are due to the cool air of his ship and he takes in the face he's been imagining for nearly three decades.

You smile up at him, mocking him. "Catch me if you can," you murmur softly, but there's no motion to run. Din smiles behind his helmet.

There's no rage this time. Only thrill and awe at the face he's imagined a billion times and how he still couldn't have gotten it right. He reaches for his own helmet lifting it off his head to see his spouse for the first time since they were kids.

....

Baar'ur - Medic

Vod - Brother, sister, comrade

Shig - a hot, tea like beverage

Or'dinii - Moron or fool

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[imagineseclipse]

Stiles Stilinski x Reader-I’m never the one/Epic Love

Got inspired by my baby season 1 Caroline Forbes😭😭😭😭😭

Loud knocking at your front door caused your head to snap up quickly, your swollen red eyes flickering out of your living room window to catch a glimpse of whoever had decided to visit at this inconvenient time. You hesitantly pushed yourself up from your sofa, throwing the piles of blankets and tissues down next to where you had been sat. Now was not the right time for this.

Your feet shuffled along underneath you as you slowly approached the front door, swinging it open to see your best friend Stiles Stilinski rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. You let out a sigh of relief as he narrowed his eyes after taking in your appearance. You were wrapped up in your comfy pyjama’s, your nose and eyes red from where you had been wiping endless tears away. You hadn’t bothered with your hair, instead you tied it back in a loose ponytail.

You had looked much different earlier that evening, attending Scott’s ‘there’s no supernatural threat’ party alongside your bestfriends and your boyfriend Isaac Lahey. The two of you had left early however, due to certain circumstances.

“Stiles, what are you doing here it’s late has the party finished?”you sniffled out, taking a step backwards to that he could enter your home. If it was anyone else standing on the other side of the door you would have sent them away. But this was Stiles.

“Yeah the party’s over now, I just came by to return this to Isaac, he must’ve left it at Scott’s”Stiles raised Isaac’s scarf up in the air, you grimaced slightly at the sight of the familiar piece of clothing.

“You hate Isaac, why would you drive all the way here to return his scarf- which you also hate, quite passionately and vocally”you folded your arms over your chest as you made your way over to the nest you had made. You tried your hardest to make yourself sound happier but you just couldn’t find it within yourself.

“Well I don’t hate you, besides you guys left before I could say goodbye to you earlier, thought I could kill two birds with one stone”Stiles hummed as he appeared in front of you, sitting down on the sofa.

“Where is he anyway?”Stiles grumbled, referring to Isaac.

“He’s not here”you mumbled, trying to steady your voice as you spoke through the lump forming in your throat.

“Right, when will he be back?”

“He’s not coming back”you whispered, Stiles only heard what you were saying because of where he was sat, if he was a centimetre further away he wouldn’t have caught your words.

Your lip started to tremble and your vision became blurry, more tears started to fall unintentionally down your cheeks as you lowered your head, not wanting Stiles to see you like that.

However he was already by your side, his arms wrapping around your shoulders pulling you into his chest as you sobbed helplessly. Your hands reached up to clutch his shirt, letting out a loud cry whereas before you had suffered in silence. Stiles could tell that something was off, from the very moment you walked into the party actually, your smile wasn’t as bright as usual and you seemed to drift off into a world of your own.

It had taken you a moment to compose yourself, your head still resting in the warmth that was Stiles chest. You and Stiles had been best friends for a lifetime, and he’d seen you cry plenty of times, but never like this.

“We broke up”you breathed out, nodding thankfully towards Stiles as he handed you a clean tissue, his arms were still wrapped tightly around your shoulders. His eyes widened slightly when he realised that you were going through your first heartbreak, considering Isaac was your first proper boyfriend. Stiles had objected to that many times however, hating the fact that Isaac Lahey was your first everything.

“If you don’t want to talk about it then you don’t have to, we can just sit and breathe i mean I can go if you w-

“No, stay...please? I don’t want anyone else walking out on me tonight”your plead became muffled as you blew your nose into your tissue.

Stiles glanced at you quickly shaking his head.

“I would never walk out on you”he mumbled, a hint of certainty in his voice. You shot him a small smile, knowing that he meant every word.

“It’s just-I uhh, I don’t know the other week I was with Isaac and we were just watching a movie, and something had changed between us and I couldnt quite put my finger on it but in the days following after everytime I was around him I would get this feeling that something just wasn’t right”you began to explain, picking at the skin around your nails nervously.

Stiles reached over, stopping you from damaging your skin as he held your trembling hand in his.

“Then, we started to spend less time together and when we were with the pack he would gravitate more towards Allison an-and then I saw them, I saw how the two of them worked together, I saw how good she was for him how happy he was and I knew in that moment that he loved her, he didn’t just love her like he loved me he was in love with her ”you bowed your head again, afraid of crying too much.

Stiles watched as you poured out your heart, you might aswell have ripped it out of your own chest and layed it out on the table In front of him. In his mind this wasn’t what you deserved, you deserved everything and more and the fact that you were hurting made his blood run cold.

“And who am i to deny the two of them the love that they deserve, Allison she’s my best friend and I- I wouldn’t have wanted to keep Isaac for myself especially if he wasn’t happy with me”you continued.

Stiles didn’t care if you rambled on, he would sit up with you all night and day if he had to.

“You are too good for this world y/n y/l/n, you always put other people before yourself and it concerns me”Stiles spoke up for the first time in a while, his voice made you lift your head from the crook of his neck once more, staring up at him eventually.

“Everything I do concerns you”you scoffed playfully trying to make light of the situation.

“That will never change”Stiles grinned, his grin slowly merged into a frown as he noticed your smile had faded away, you looked lost.

“Hey, talk to me”he shook your body gently gaining your attention.

“It’s just-I see Lydia and Allison and they have had these epic loves, the kind you read about in those stupid rom coms that we hate and I- I want that, I know it’s selfish but I want to be loved like that and deep down I really tried to convince myself that Isaac was my epic love but after this I’ve realised that I’m never the one- nobody will ever love me like that and I will never be the one”you confessed sadly, cursing the tears that had once again fallen.

Stiles sat next to you, his mouth had fallen open slightly and he stared at your fragile body with widened eyes. A million thoughts were running through his mind in that very second as he watched you run your hand through your hair.

“Maybe you’re just looking in the wrong place”he spoke out to you his tongue grazing over his lip quickly, his voice nothing above a small whisper. Your eyes met his and it seemed as if the world around you had slowed, you noticed his honey brown eyes sparkle brighter than they ever had before and your heart swelled.

You had witnessed Isaac fall in love with Allison but Isaac has witnessed Stiles fall in love with you.

Isaac knew that Stiles was hopelessly in love with you even before he had asked you to be his girlfriend, and Lahey started to feel guilty because he knew that you and Stiles were meant to be together.

The werewolf had noticed the way Stiles looked at you, the way Stiles would always put you first before anything. If you were in danger Stiles would come running probably faster than Isaac even with his werewolf abilities switched up to a thousand. In fact Stiles knew you better than Isaac did and for a while it frustrated him. But Isaac soon realised what true love was when he saw you and Stilinski together and what you and Isaac had wasn’t that.

So you said that you were never the one, but you were the one for Stiles, you always had been. You were just too blind to see it, and he would wait for you, my lord Stiles would wait for you he’d been waiting for you already.

But he wouldn’t have to wait for long, because as time slowed down around the two of you and as Stiles uttered out the words “Maybe you’re just looking in the wrong place” you realised that he was right, because your epic love was sitting right next to you he always had been.

[jisungsmochi]

neighbour! renjun pt 3 (final)

this is the final part! i hope you all enjoy this series hehe 

the day of the formal had finally arrived!

all the girls in your last class rushed out, wailing about getting ready for the big night

you met with renjun at the front gates, he was holding a box in his hands

“ooo what’s in the box?” you questioned, poking at his shoulder

“it’s for you! just open it” he smiled widely before giggling softly, which made your heart stop for a bit

you didn’t know why it kept doing that...

you opened the cutely wrapped box carefully

“oh my god! this is adorable!” you exclaimed, pulling out the lavender corsage

“i’m so glad you like it, even though i haven’t seen your dress yet, fingers crossed this goes with it” he laughed nervously before beginning to walk with you

“i think it will go really well, thanks so much renjun!” you quickly wrapped your arms around his torso, which made him blush immensely

you couldn’t take your eyes off the corsage, it was literally the perfect accessory for your outfit

as you reached your house, you gave renjun a quick wave before yelling

“come by around 5:30!”

“you got it!” he yelled back before entering his house

you ran up to your room, planning out the list of things you needed to complete

although school functions weren’t exactly your cup of tea, renjun just made you more excited to go

it wouldn’t be so bad

especially when the slow songs come in, you can dance with renjun...

you shook your head out of your mini day dream

“am i really fantasising about renjun?” you questioned yourself, taking another look at the corsage

the past week, since he had asked you to go with him, you felt a shift in your friendship

you would put in more effort to look nice, in which he would compliment your hair or your makeup that day

you would walk slower after school, making detours to the convenience store just to spend more time with him

you would ask to call him in the middle of the night about your dreams

you didn’t realise what you were doing tbh

you just knew that you loved spending time with him

and tonight was going to be amazing

it took almost an hour for you to finish up everything

you kept it simple

some loose curls, minimalistic makeup look with lots of glitter tho

a muted lavender ashy grey dress

it look good on you

you snapped some pics before heading downstairs, waiting for renjun to come to your door

it had just passed 5:30 and he wasn’t there yet

it wasn’t like him to not be on time

you decided to go and get him instead

as you opened the front door, you were met with renjun with a bouquet of flowers in one hand and a letter in the other

“woah you scared me” you laughed, which caused him to give you a shocked look

“i- i was going to knock just then” he chuckled

“i see you’ve brought me more gifts, but look! the corsage goes so well!” you smiled, giving a small twirl to show off the entire look

renjun stared in absolute admiration

to say he thought you looked beautiful was an understatement

when he looked at you, no one else comes to mind

you were your own person and adored that about you

“you look really pretty” he gawked at you

“only for you” you tried to flirt, which made him blush

“these are for you” he handed over the flowers

“and also this, but i want you to read it when we get home” he insisted

you nodded in agreement before excusing yourself to place the items in your room

renjun looked down at his palms which he felt, were already sweaty and shaking

“you got this bro” he hyped himself up, fixing his button up shirt and straightening out his trousers

“hey we need to take a picture!” you met with him again, pulling out your phone to take a selfie

something came over you

and in one of the pictures, you gave him the smallest and quickest peck on the cheek

hoping that you snapped the photo in time

“what was that?” he asked you in shock

“a present from me to you!” you smiled widely, feeling as if your heart was about to burst

“i- thanks” he gained confidence to grab your hand in his

“let’s get going”

throughout the night you found yourself always touching him in some way

either by holding hands, linking arms or just being shoulder to shoulder

jeno and aera won the formal queen and king as expected

but you and renjun did end up winning the best duo award

in which you both foolishly stumbled onto the stage and took a bow before hitting the woah, with no prepared speech

instead of slow dancing together

you both decided to head home early

ready to begin your spur of the moment sleepover

he walked beside you slowly, hands intertwined

“hey renjun” you spoke

“yes?” he muttered, looking you in the eyes

“i had so much fun tonight, more than unexpected, thank you for taking me” you smiled, before placing another quick peck to his cheek

“you have to stop doing that or my heart will literally burst” he blurted, unsure of your response

“i make you flustered huh? renjunnie” you cooed before grabbing his face with both your hands

“i need to tell you something, and i really hope you feel the same way” you began, his eyes were entranced with yours, his hands landing on your waist

“i like you renjun. so much. so much that i really want you to stay over tonight so we can cuddle and i can kiss you and we can slow dance to songs that we enjoy. i just really like you and i can’t believe that i was so caught up before with jeno, i just didn’t know how you would reac-“

and if almost on cue

renjun leans in to place his lips on yours

your eyes widened immediately, but you eventually softened into the kiss

your hands went to his shoulder whilst his remained on your waist

he pulled away slowly before mumbling

“you idiot, i’ve liked you this entire time, you finally realised”

he let out a sigh of relief, making you giggle before taking his hand

you both rushed to your house, preparing yourselves for you sleepover

renjun was sprawled out on your bed when you had finished cleaning up

“ah yes, just take the whole bed would ya” you joked before hitting him with a pillow

“come join me” he pulled you onto the bed, wrapping his arms around your small frame

your faces were so close, you felt his soft breathing tickling your nose

“your breath stinks” you decide to joke, which caused him to blow into your face

“so does yours but you dont hear me complaining” he tickled you softly

“whatever man, you’re still going to kiss me, true?” you pouted, prepping your lips which he complied and gave you kiss

“that’s what i thought” you smirked

that night, you both went to sleep with stupid smiles on your face

you heart felt full

you couldnt wait to read his letter

he is always so good with words

this night couldn’t have gone any better

you felt him shuffle in his sleep, you pulled him into your chest and played with his hair

this was heaven

ok i didn’t know how to end this HAHAH i hope you guys enjoyed this!! thanks for reading! ✨

[leelee10898]

Fast cars & Freedom: ShadowBoxer (4/?)

Summary: Ellie gets blast from the past. Logan amd Ellie have thsor dinner, but will it go well?

Pairing: Logan-x-Ellie, Colt x Ellie

Rating: Mature

Song inspiration:

Ellie paid the driver and got out, her eyes taking in the familiar sights.  It had been a long time but she would always remember this street. She turned around slowly noticing her destination, a sign that read TC Automotive where Kaneko Auto Body used to be. New owners  she thought to herself as she took a deep breath.

********

Ellie sat in the in the booth of the diner somewhere in Eastern California, the events of the past few weeks playing over and over in her head. She had ditched her prom dress grabbing a change of  clothes at Riyas. Colt stopping and buying something quickly. “Were gonna get through this Ellie, don't worry.” He placed a reassuring kiss on her forehead, she rest her head on his shoulder. “How can you know that colt?  These people are unhinged, we could be dead tomorrow. I want to live Colt. I'm not ready to die” she sniffled.

Colt knew this was eating her up, he needed to find some kind of a distraction, anything to make her happy, to take away all the fear and pain. He needed her to be happy, it was as if he survived on it.  He looked around the small diner, a guy sitting at the counter, his shirt reading viva las Vegas. “Have you ever been to Vegas?” she lifted her head “What? With everything going on you're seriously asking me if i've been to Vegas?”

She walked into the shop, not seeing anybody around, nobody manning the desk, nobody anywhere. “Hello?” she yelled as she walked around. She looked at the desk some papers strewn about, some car parts. The place reminded her of Kaneko's garage,  the new owners obviously rebuilt it a bit more modern but appreciated the older feel of a garage. Her eyes landed on a postcard from Vegas. Her mind taking her back to a night that she would remember the rest of her life.

“Ah yeah, I am. So have you?” he smirked, he loved seeing her get railed up, it was cute the way she scrunched her nose up. “NO!”

“ok, it's settled. Were going.” he jumped up reaching for her hand. She grabbed it as they climbed on his bike. “Where are we going colt?” She asked as she put on her helmet.  “Vegas.” he smirked as he shut his helmet kicking his bike to life.

******

“sorry miss. How can i help you.” she turned towards the voice. “Oh just picking up my car.”

A huge smile formed on her face. “Toby?”

“Oh my god. Ellie belly is that you? You're all grown up.” he ran lifting her up into a spinning hug. “oh my  god hold on x is gonna get a kick out of this.” he ran towards the hall “Hey X. X, come here. You're never gonna believe whos here.” ximena came out a huge smile plastered on her face. “oh my god sweetheart, how the hell are ya?” she pulled her into a crushing hug. “Eck. X. Crushing. Me.” she grunted as ximena let her down. “I'm not sorry, it's been too long honey.”

They stood there talking about Ellie moving back. Toby and ximena travelling together, coming back this way once they heard someone opened a shop in the same place, and ended up working there again. Toby went to look for her keys and couldnt find them. “Hold on, I bet the boss has them.” “Hey boss, can you bring the keys to that Honda?” she heard someone shuffling around in a room off the back before emerging. Toby and ximena said they would catch up with her later.

“ C- Colt!” Ellies heart dropped in her stomach as she came face to face with him. After 6 years the sight of him still lit a fire in her. “Here are your keys miss. You should be good to go. Also, you should probably get a new car seat those may not be safe after an accident.” He kept his face fixed on the paper in front of him. Ellie felt the tears start to well up in her eyes. He couldn't even look at her and acted like he didn't know her.  “Th. Thank you.” her voice trembled, immediately irritating her. Why should she be upset, he's the one who left without saying goodbye.

She snatched the keys out of his hand and storming off to the lot to get her dad's car. How dare him, after 6 years he still had the power to make her swoon to pissed in a matter of seconds. She marched out to the lot getting in her dad's car. She let out a long irritated scream,  all of her frustrations boiling over. She turned the key, the car roaring to life. Something in her snapped as she peeled wheels out of the lot. She caught a glance at colt propped against an open bay door.

She couldn't understand how someone she hadn't seen in 6 years could piss her off so bad. She took the long way home, hoping to calm down before getting there. She arrived home, Luca barreling towards the door. “mommmmmy.” All of Ellie's frustrations and fears instantly melting away upon seeing that sweet smiling face. “Hi baby. Oooh I missed my sweet girl. Did you have fun with grampy today?” she lifted her up, wrapping her in a hug.

“Yup. We went to the park. Grampy made a friend. Her name is sally.” ellie eyed her dad. “He did?”

“uh huh, they are going to have dinner on Saturday night.”

“Ooooh kay. That's enough of that little miss loose lips. How about you go watch some tv while grampy helps mommy with dinner.”

Luca jumped up and down with excitement before running into the living room.

“How was your day?” He asked Changing the topic. “Nope. Na ah. Were starting with you. You taking my daughter to pick up chicks?” she eyed her father.

“what? No. I would never, ellie.” she chuckled “Dad im just playing with you. I think it's great you have a date.” she hugged him. She knew he hadn't really dated much since her mom died, and the fact he felt comfortable going on a date now made her so happy.

“Speaking of dated. I have one tomorrow night.” her father looked at her confused.  “With who?”

“Logan.”

She spent the entire work day thinking about her dinner with Logan. Was it a date? Was it business? Whatever it was she felt the butterflies in her stomach, no matter what happened she knew one thing for certain she was telling him tonight.

She raced home getting ready in a hurry, Riya picked Luca up since her father had card night with some of his old police buddies. She wore a white and champagne colored v neck midi dress. She tacked her hair up in a braided updo, she looked in the mirror her nerves getting the best of her when she heard a knock at the door.

Logan stood on the other side, Ellie stood there a minute admiring the man before her. He had sure grown up, still with that toned body but he was bigger than before. He wore a pair of khakis and a button down shirt. “You look beautiful Ellie.” He finally broke the silence. “Ah. Beautiful you too look.” he cocked his brow amused by how flustered he made her. “I mean, you look nice too Logan.”

“These are for you.” He held out a bouquet of wild flowers as She let him inside. “Thank you. These are beautiful. Let me go get a vase.” she came back quickly and they headed out for dinner.

They sat at the table sharing stories of the past, and laughing.  She missed how easy it was with Logan. They were headed somewhere she had thought and then she found out he used her to get information about her father's investigation.  She had already had feelings for Colt, but she would be lying if she said that didn't play a factor in them becoming even stronger.

A silence settled over the table and Ellie took her chance to try and back out of becoming his accountant. “Logan. We need to talk about me being your accountant. I dont think its a good idea.”

“Ellie, we have been over this time and time again. I trust you, besides it's a done deal.” Logan casually sipped his beer.

“You might not feel that way after you hear what I have to tell you.” He arched his brow.

“ok El, what is going on?”

She shook her head “not here, can we go?” He grabbed the check, paid and the valet brought his car around.

They drove to a parking lot, Ellies nerves a wreck. “Ok, whats up Ellie. You know whatever it is,  you can just tell me.”

She took a deep breath, it was now or never. “Logan I am a mom. I. I have a daughter.”

“Oh.” His eyes widened at her confession. “So you have a kid. I don't see what's so bad about that Ellie.” he chuckled.

“That's not the bad part.” she started to fidget in her seat. “Her. Her name is Luca. shes. She's 5.”  Logan sat there Quiet. She could see him doing the calculations in his head. “Logan?” she spoke softly, she couldn't take all the silence.

“Five? You were in college then. Did you meet someone there?” She shook her head no. He swallowed hard, his throat becoming dry. “What.  What are you saying, is. Is she mine?”

The tears started to spill, silently. “Im, not sure if she's yours or Colts.” She hung her head ashamed. “I'm so. So sorry Logan. “ she said through sobs. After 6 years of being alone, raising her daughter alone she finally was one step closer to finding Lucas dad.

“Hey. Hey. Don't cry Ellie.” He wrapped his arms around her tightly.  

“How can you be so calm? I just told you there is a possibility you have a child.”

“I know. I'm not going to lie Ellie, I am kind of freaking out. But what good is it going to do if I flip out?”  he took a deep breath “You did it on your own?”

Ellie told him about finding out in school and trying to get in touch with both him and colt, both numbers disconnected. She had her dad look for them, but turned nothing up. Eventually she just resolved herself to raising Luca alone. Logan apologised, he left town for a little while, he came back once the brotherhood was dismantled completely. It was then he enrolled in night school and took a job with a racing company.  They drove back to her house in silence. Logan leaned over giving her a hug. “It's gonna be ok El, we will figure it out. Can I.” He cut himself off, hesitant to finish.

“Can you what Logan?”

“Do you think I could meet her?” Ellie stared at him shocked “Ah. Well. I think that is ok. But, and don't take this the wrong way but.  I don't want to tell her you may be her dad. Not until we know for sure.” Logan nodded “I'll follow your lead. It's gonna be ok Ellie, no matter what,  i'm here for you.” he wrapped her in a tight hug, placing a soft kiss in her cheek.

She got out of the car, waving as he drove off. She turned to head to her house when she caught sight of someone standing across the street. “Really Ellie, him? Of all people why him?”

“Not that I have to explain anything to you but, it was a business dinner.” She snapped. “what do you want colt?”

“What do I want? It's been 6 years and you show up in town like nothings wrong.” He followed her up the walkway.  

“Oh, so you do know me? Because yesterday you couldn't even look at me.” She seethed, turning to face him.

“Oh I know you alright.” he snorted.  “ how could I ever forget you Mrs. Kneko?”

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[pattinsonsgurl]

Although now you’re with him- Chapter 1: In the beginning

Ok so I’m writing this based on another favorite song of mine but before I even got into the song lyrics of it I wrote a whole chapter to give a little background of the characters. Obviously the title gives away what happens in the future but I felt like I couldnt just start off in the middle of it. So here goes. Let me know if it’s worth it to even do chapter 2.

This is a background on you and David.

It was a mutual break up. At least that’s what you kept telling yourself. You wanted to focus on school, while David was a rising YouTuber. You were childhood friends that turned into high school sweethearts. He decided college wasn’t a great fit for him and wanted to move to Los Angeles. Everyone told you that you were crazy for following him when you had a full ride scholarship to the University of Chicago. You decided that USC was a great second choice and you’d be with the love of your life. It was great the first year but the more famous David got the harder it was for him to juggle your relationship and his career. You were so focused on school you were not able to always hangout with him and when you wanted time alone with him, he was too busy filming bits for a blog.

On your 4th year anniversary you got dressed to the nines in a very sexy black slinky dress with fuck me heels you knew would take David’s breathe away. He had messaged you earlier in the evening to get ready for tonight and that he would be at your dorm at 7:30pm.

7:30pm comes and goes. You message him at 8:30pm and he’s replies that he’s running behind but he’ll be there soon. At 9:30pm you message him again but with no reply back from David, you go and changed into some shorts and a hoodie, wiped your makeup off with tears in your eyes. You laid in your bed and sobbed into your pillow disappointed yet again by David, although this felt 10x worse because it was a special day or at least you thought so.

At around midnight you hear a soft knock on your door. You already know it’s David, and for a moment you contemplate pretending you were fast asleep. You sigh and slowly shuffle to the door and open it.

David’s standing there with a bouquet of flowers including your sunflowers which he knows are your favorite.

“Hey babe,” he grins at you sheepishly until he sees your puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. “Hey what’s wrong Y/N?”

“Oh nothing David, I was watching a sad movie. What’s up? It’s pretty late for you to be here.”

“Um, well it is our 4 year anniversary and I know I was supposed to be here earlier but I got some great footage of the boys and Jonah—“

“You missed our anniversary because you were filming for your vlog?!” You hiss angrily.

“I didn’t mean to miss it Y/N. It’s just some stuff came together and i couldn’t just leave. Come one babe it’s happened before. What’s the big deal?” He asks confused on why you’re so upset.

“If you don’t understand why I’m so upset it’s not worth explaining it.” You reply quietly.

“Oh ok babe, well if you want I can Postmate Chipotle or whatever your heart desires and we can celebrate!” David grins at you mischievously.

You look at him slack jawed at him and his obliviousness to how you feel. You would think he would understand you after a lifetime of friendship and 4 years of love.

“David I think we need a break.” You respond breathlessly before you even realize what you said.

Now David is looking at you with his mouth open. “Wait Y/N you can’t be serious? Are you sure?”

“Yes I’m sure. This hasn’t felt right in awhile and you can’t tell me you haven’t felt it either.”

“Well to be honest, I’ve felt it also but I just haven’t been able to pull the trigger.”

Your guilt washes away and all you feel is relief that it isn’t messy like you though it would be.

“Well I’m glad we can talk about this civilized.” you say quietly.

“Yea but that doesn’t mean we cant be friends. That’s how we started at first when you used to chase me around the playground.” David laughs reminiscing.

“No that was you chasing me!” You exclaim.

“Well we all have our own version.” David smirks.

“Whatever.” You say rolling your eyes.

“No but still Y/N, I really don’t want this to ruin our friendship.”

“It won’t David, we’ve always been close.”

“This is just a small break till we can get more time for each other. And we can pick up where we left off!”

You smile at him sadly, knowing that probably won’t happen the more famous he gets. “Of course David. Whatever you say.”

“Ok babe, I mean Y/N, sorry that’s gonna take some getting use to not calling you babe.”

You laugh. “Yea it will.”

“Well I better get home and upload my footage and start editing for the vlog. Call you tomorrow?”

“Yea sounds great.”

Cool, well goodnight Y/N” David moves likes gonna kiss you on the lips, hesitates then kisses you in the cheek.

You watch him walk away down the hallway and around the corner wondering if it’s one of the few last times you’ll see him around your dorm.

[moeruhoshi]

Valentine’s Day ❤️

Lucy was nervous for this Valentine’s Day, mostly because her boyfriend never understood the holiday. She only expected him to give her a box of chocolates their first year together, the idiot instead showing up with a ring worth twice the guild’s income.

“But don’t you like pretty things, Luce? I thought the pink suits you,” His puppy dog frown breaking the strength she tried to hold when denying the gift.

“It’s just...it’s so expensive, Natsu...I really don’t need something this amazing...I don’t want you spending so much on me.” She sighed, gazing at the thick, heart-shaped rock on her right hand, much too nervous to allow it on the left.

“It’s okay once in a while, right? I saved up so I could spoil you, please tell me you love it,” Her cheeks flushed brightly at his words; well, she had always wanted to be spoiled...

“Of course I do! But I mean it, I really don’t want you spending so much on one gift again.”

“Aye, sir!”

The next year was much sweeter, at least the idea of it had began sweetly. She arrived at his house, dressed up and made up for their dinner Natsu had said he was going to prepare her a meal Mira had taught him to make. But before she could even knock, the pink haired dragon slayer was busting down his own door and tackling her to the ground.

“It’s gonna blow!” He shouted, Lucy cringing as she heard the pot or oven go haywire followed by its explosion.

Natsu put out the fire and turned back to the dirt-covered girl with a sheepish grin, the celestial mage grabbing and tugging him back to her apartment. The ending was well enough, she made them a spaghetti dinner and they cuddled while watching her favorite movies, she couldn’t have asked for much more.

The year after that, Lucy was pleasantly surprised to recieve a small box as her gift, Natsu’s feet anxiously shuffling as she opened it. Inside were three little chocolates, in what shape must have attempted to mimic a heart.

“I-I know it’s not a lot! But they’re the only ones that came out good enough to eat,” Her heart soared at his embarrassed face, watching as he tried to hide away in his scarf. “Happy Valentines Day...”

“You’re so sweet, Natsu,” She held the box lovingly to her chest, biting her bottom lip as she stared coyly into his eyes.

“Woah, woah, if I knew chocolates were gonna give you that kind of face, I would’ve made them years ago!”

The fourth year was amazing, was it clear at this point Lucy did not hold very high standards for her Valentines gifts? But she always loved to see what crazy thing he had cooked up next.

Lucy was worried this year Natsu wouldn’t make it on time, since he had taken a job at the beginning of the week with Gray and either had yet to be seen walking through the guild doors. Both she and Juvia finally sent themselves home when the sun had gone down and neither had returned, a lonely valentines night set before them.

It was quite surprising to see so many candles lit and standing on every free corner of her furniture, roses by the ton filling her apartment and bordering a path leading to her room. Her charmed heart was quickly snatched as she blanched at the sight on her bed, Natsu holding a rose between his lips and a box of chocolate held in front of his bare self.

“Who in the world taught you how to do something like this?” She placed a hand on her hip and raised an eyebrow as Natsu grinned delightfully.

“Hibiki! We ran into him on our way back, he said girls really like this kind of thing,”

“Well, I do love the flowers.” She sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “But please, put your clothes back on.”

But this fifth and present year, Lucy felt antsy. She wanted to get back to their home, to see whatever Natsu had prepared. She knew it wasn’t a coincidence when Cana suddenly dragged her out for a girls day in town. The brunette never liked going to the spa or shopping on a day she knew bars were charging cheap for single girls. She went ahead and bought a lingerie set that the clerk insisted matched her skin tone very well, ignoring the looks Cana gave her when they left.

“I’m not going to be surprised when you’re watermelon plump in nine months,” She snickered as the blonde whipped her a glare. It wasn’t soon after that the card mage was sending her back to her house in the woods, having moved in with Natsu some time last Christmas. That day was one to remember, when they had finally finished emptying her apartment only for Natsu to have such a hard time leaving the smell she had attached to the walls. But his compromise was the promise of Lucy’s bed she was happy to share with him in their own home.

“Natsu, I’m home!” She called as she walked in, heart thumping wildly for this anticipated gift. There weren’t any smells of cooking, which he had been not long ago banned from. No giant bushel of roses or peonies, not a giant stuffed bear or box of chocolate in sight.

“Go wait in the bedroom!” The slayer called from his hiding place, Lucy rolling her eyes as she walked into said room. He better not have gotten more advice from those shitty Blue Pegasus boys.

She calmly set aside her newly bought items before taking a seat at the edge of her bed, awaiting the presence of her dragon boyfriend. The door slowly creaked open and thankfully the pink haired boy was still dressed, in his causal pants and vest, scarf rightfully in its place. She grinned as he hid his hands behind his back, praying to the first master in hopes whatever he hid wouldn’t be something that could potentially harm her health.

“Close your eyes,” He whispered as he stood in front of her, Lucy following his orders and shut them tight. She could feel his hands come around and clasp something together, a weightless jewel falling upon her chest. Opening her eyes, she gasped at the sight of a perfectly shaped pink heart, diamond or quartz, she wasn’t sure. The chain around was gold, real gold, she’d know it in an instant compared to its cheaper copy.

“Oh, Natsu...” It matched the ring she only wore when they were off jobs, afraid to lose it in battle. “It’s too much...”

“Not this time! You told me not to spend too much again, so I made this myself. Metal-head helped a little but I did most of the work,” He puffed his chest proudly as she stared at him with wide eyes.

“Where in the world did you get materials?! This should have cost a fortune!”

“Never underestimate a dragon’s nose, Lucy! You can find that stuff easy with a little digging. And it’s easy to mold with a little heat and pressure. I got Yukino to borrow Libra while they were passing through town.”

“You’re amazing!” Her laugh was breathless as she quickly jumped up to give him a hug. Natsu chuckled as he held her back, burying his nose against the crook of her neck. “Thank you so much,”

“My pleasure, Luce. Can’t have my girl walkin’ around like she ain’t my princess, hm?” She rolled her eyes and graciously kissed his cheek, Natsu reciprocating until their lips came together.

“Wait one second, okay? I bought something really cute for tonight.” Lucy giggled as she pulled away, pink haired boy whining as he fell to the bed, waiting for her return from the bathroom.

[thatwritingho]

Control

Idk where this came from, I just woke up from a nap and was super horny for Yukimura so... yeah. Here ya go.

It's been like over a year since I've posted an actual work of filth, so excuse my awful writing, I'm a bit rusty. Is this good? Is it bad? Let me know, because I sure can't decide!

.

Needy barely began to describe your current state. Seiichi knelt on the bed between your spread legs, looking every bit like a hungry lion toying with his prey as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His other hand gave a few lazy pumps to his rock hard cock, thick precum coating the head as he lightly toyed with himself.

His eyes roamed over you, taking in your disheveled hair, lips swollen and red from being interlocked with his own, the multiple love bites that adorned your body in red and purple hues, your nipples swollen and peaked from his sucking, your core slick and glistening with a mix of your own juices and his saliva. And, most of all, your gaze which was trained on him and him alone, lids hooded and pupils blown wide with arousal.

Suffice to say, he was happy with his work so far.

He lived for these moments, seeing you in your most vulnerable, intimate state.

"Seiichi..." your whine of his name shook him from his thoughts, and he smiled at you.

"Yes, love?"

"Please, stop teasing me..."

His smile only grew wider, and you only grew more frustrated.

"Ah, but what fun would that be, darling? You know how I adore when you beg."

The bastard would leave you hanging all night and have no qualms if you let him.

If you let him.

The idea was too tempting to pass up. You had never attempted to take control of Seiichi in the bedroom. I mean, it was Seiichi, after all. He was always in control, no matter the situation, bedroom or not. But you sure as hell could try, right? Maybe give him a taste of his own medicine, tease him mercilessly until he was the one begging.

The thought of seeing him flushed and flustered and desperate gave you courage, and, perhaps despite your better judgement, you quickly wrapped your legs around his hips and flipped the both of you so you were straddling him.

"Perhaps you will be the one begging tonight, Seiichi."

He stared up at you with wide, surprised eyes for a moment, but his expression quickly changed, his lips quirking up into an angelic, but absolutely devious smile. Fear and arousal both struck you as he propped himself up on one elbow, his hand coming up to gently cup your cheek, thumb caressing your soft skin.

"You know, it's quite adorable that you think you can take control."

His fingers shifted, and he gripped your face firmly, squishing your cheeks and tilting your chin so that you looked him dead in the eyes as he sat fully up, smile now gone.

"Now get on your knees and spread yourself for me like a good girl before I decide to punish you like you deserve."

Oh

You had never seen this side of Seiichi before, and it sent a wave of arousal though your entire being, goose bumps formed along your skin and you couldnt suppress a small shiver. Seiichi's eyes were glinting in amusement, and you knew that he knew that you were now putty in his hands, malleable and willing to be shaped into whatever he wished.

With a small amount of shuffling due to your now jelly-like legs, you did as he bade, settling bent over on your knees, both arms reaching behind to spread your plump, swollen pussy lips open for him, leaving your face to smush into the blankets without their support.

"Good girl, much better..."

Seiichi's fingers lightly circled over your exposed clit, spreading more of your wetness, and you quivered in anticipation.

"Now, what is it that you want? And be sure to ask nicely."

You swallowed hard and squirmed a bit. God this was embarrassing...

"Please, Seiichi, sir, please please let me feel your cock inside of me."

"Hmm.." he hummed in contemplation and your heart sank. "I don't know if I'm convinced. Tell me why I should fuck such a needy whore."

Never in a million years had you imagined being called a whore would make your pussy throb like this. But coming from Seiichi's smooth velvety voice, you couldn't help yourself, and you struggled to form a coherent sentence in response.

"I... b-because I... I'm..."

"Because I, I, I," he mocked, "Just listen to how pathetic you sound. I suppose there's no helping it, after all, there's only one use for fuck toys like you."

To punctuate his final insult, he slipped the tip of his cock past your folds, pulling back out slowly before pushing forward with more force to fully sheath himself in your tight heat. The sound you made as you were finally filled was absolutely mortifying, and you heard Seiichi chuckle a bit behind you.

"What a desperate little thing you are."

His palm rested on your tailbone to steady you as he built a rhythm, and you whimpered when his thumb, slicked with his saliva, probed at your tight ring of muscles and used it as leverage to hold you in place.

Seiichi's pace was hard and relentless, so much different from his normal love making. It was exactly what you needed after all his teasing and toying, and you didn't attempt to hold back any of your moans as he fucked you into submission.

Your high was approaching fast, and you felt the familiar pooling of heat in your abdomen. Seiichi laughed, and pounded into you harder.

"That's it, come on my cock, you filthy bitch."

His words tipped you over the edge, and you fell hard, walls clamping around him and milking him for all he was worth as he hit his orgasm right after you, coating your insides with his heat.

He collapsed on the bed next to you, panting hard, and carefully helped you to lay on your back, touch once again soft and soothing, as if you were delicate and might break from the slightest pressure.

Seiichi gently smoothed the hair off of your sweaty forehead, and you turned to him and met his eyes as you took control of your breathing. The amount of love and adoration in his eyes nearly made you lose your breath all over again.

"Are you alright? Was that too much? I'm sorry, I should have talked to you about this first, but I got so caught up in the moment... Can I get you anything? Water? A towel? Shall I run you a bath? I could-"

"Seiichi!"

His mouth snapped shut as you cut off his rambling.

"Seiichi, that was amazing.'

A genuine smile brightened his entire face.

"No, you were amazing."

[barnesandnobleoffanfictions]

Frozen

Pairing: Sherlock x reader

Summary: One cold snowy night you find yourself stuck at Baker Street trying to assist Sherlock with a case. Sherlock and (y/n) constantly bicker and argue, to the point where neither can take it much longer. They get stuck together in the freezing cold for one night, who will crack first.

Warnings: Swearing, smut? (okay what am I talking about) definitely smut

“Why do you always push me out of everything?” You yelled, throwing your hands in the air in exasperation. “(Y/n) with stuff like this it’s do or die, you’ll most likely die.” Sherlock said shrugging his shoulders in his dark blue dress shirt. “You’re implying I can’t take care of myself.” You stated leaning on a chair in front of you. Sherlock was controlling and demeaning when it came to everything. He always had to have the last word, and he always had to be right. Even if he was wrong.

“And you’re stating something obvious. When you get anything new give me a ring.” He dismissed you coldly, flipping through a pile of paper work.

“So now you’re pushing me out the door.” You bit your lip feeling the anger grow in your chest. “Well you have fun doing everything on your own Sher, I’m done being cast aside. Hope John still has the time for you, being that he’s married and moved on with his life.” You gave a fake smile and turned out of the apartment. You had left your coat upstairs in the hall but you weren’t going to disrupt your exit. Hearing you make your way down the stairs, Mrs. Hudson came out from her door.

“You’re not leaving are you love? It’s bloody freezing outside. You’ll catch hypothermia.” She worried, reaching out to put a comforting hand on your arm. “I’d rather that then being here with him.” You told her. You bent down to put your shoes on. You hear shuffling from up the stairs but ignored it. When you got yourself put together you turned to Mrs. Hudson and smiled, “Goodnight, I’ll see you soon.” You gave her a kiss on the cheek and braced yourself out into the snowy wind. You hugged yourself as tight as you could and bunched your shirt sleeves in your hands.

Watching you from the cracked door Mrs. Hudson yelled to Sherlock. “Boy, if you don’t bring her back here I’m turning off your heat.”

Sherlock groaned loud enough for Mrs. Hudson to hear. As he looked out his window wondering if losing the heat tonight would be worth it. He knew you probably wouldn’t make it home in this, wondering if you’d turn around or keep going until you passed out. Slipping on his jacket and walking down the stairs, he wished he could have waited to see.

In front of you the street lights seemed much too far apart. The dark between them seemed almost colder, you could barely tell if you were walking in the street or the sidewalk. No cars past you the whole time you were out there. You frantically rubbed your hands together and pressed the momentary warmth to your face. Your throat hurt from the cold, your nose was runny and every breath lingered in the frosty air. The snow landing on your head melted and started to drip down your neck, sending little trembles through your body.

You were getting ready to turn the corner when you heard your name. Sherlock waved to you in the distance, you could hardly see him in the night dressed in his dark trench coat. “Go home.” You yelled to him turning your head away and shuffling your feet faster. Your toes felt stiff in your fabric boots, the tops soaked from the snow you’d been trudging through. “(Y/n!)” He called again but this time you didnt turn around. If the wind picked up a little more you might not have heard him running towards you. He moved silently, only letting out a sigh when he was in arms length of your body.

“Come back to the flat (y/n) it’s too cold for this.” Sherlock said sincerely, following a few steps behind you. “You didn’t care about that before. I bet the only reason why you care now is because Mrs. Hudson put you up to it.” You sneered only slightly glancing behind you. “You won’t make it much longer out here.” He pushed again stopping in his place. You ignored him, walking faster now wanting nothing more than to get home. His voice rang out once more as the distance between you grew.

“You need me.”

You uncrossed your arms and clenched your fists at your side. There he was again, acting like you couldn’t take care of yourself. Making you feel inferior to him time after time.

“I’ve made it this far without you Sherlock. Just let me go home and be alone. I’m sure it would make your night to not have to see me anymore.” You yelled, feeling anger flush your cheeks. A strong wind blew sending your loose hairs across your face. You turned away from the cold tucking your chin to your shoulder, holding your arms across your chest. Sherlock moved closer to you, gripping your arm and talking through clenched teeth. “I did not fucking come out here to have you give me a hard time. Now you can came back with me or die in the cold.”

You wished that he didn’t seem so heartless when he said it. You wished you could convince yourself he cared about your well being. Watching him turn away and perk up his collar you knew he couldn’t have been more serious. The brutal wind ran by your face again, causing cold tears to run down your face.

“Maybe I will.” You said to yourself turning away from him. You had a long walk ahead of you until you got home and without a coat it’d be unbearable but you would not go home with Sherlock. You fumed to keep your mind off of the fact you were freezing. You didnt need Sherlock, you didn’t even like Sherlock. You found yourself wondering why you helped him at all? Why did you go out of your way for a man who couldnt care less about you?

The snow had stopped while you thought through the cold. Another freezing wind came, chilling you straight to your bones. “Holy fuck.” You opened your hands in front of you, they were red from how tightly you’d been clenching them. Your face was raw from the wind and tears streamed from your bothered eyes.

While you stood there examining your red palms and blue fingertips your lip quivered. Your long sleeve was soaked from the snow that fell earlier, your hair was dripping. You were equally far from your house and Sherlocks. Either way, you would probably succumb to the cold before you got to either. You fished your phone of of your back pocket, hands trembling. It took you several attempts to call a cab with your shaky fingers.

You pressed your cold phone to your ear, flinching at the contact. As the several rings dragged out more wind attacked you, going right through your clothes. As you closed your eyes and braced yourself against it an arm snaked around your waist from behind.

“This has gone on long enough don’t you think?” Sherlock asked in your ear. If you hadn’t been so close to becoming an ice cube you would have been angry. As the wind stopped you turned to face him. His cheeks were flushed and his nose was bright red. His curls were tousled in different directions from the wind. “Y-you look like shit.” You laughed quietly hugging yourself. “And your lips are blue. Now that we’re done with the obvious let’s go home.” Sherlock pushed, guiding you by the small of your back to move in front of him. You moved slowly, secretly smiling to yourself as he referred to Baker Street as your home as well.

It only took a few minutes of your slow walking for Sherlock to pull you close and cover you in his trench coat in front of him. A hesitant taxi drove slowly down the road, top light off. “We’ll get a ride the way back.” Sherlock said as he squeezed your shoulders and ran out to the street. “Sher he’s probably not in service.” You called back.

Sherlock flagged the taxi down, smiling back to you as it slowed. He spent a minute arguing with the man, the wind was becoming harsher but you heard Sherlock plea. “My girlfriend’s car broke down and she’s absolutely freezing. We’re still a couple blocks away and I’m worried she won’t make it.” The taxi man hesitantly agreed and Sherlock rushed back over to you and ushered you into the back seat. He asked the man to turn up the heat as you shivered next to him. The man gave you an apologetic look in the mirror and complied. You thanked him with a shaky voice and rubbed your numb hands together. Sherlock reached over and took your hand in his warmer ones, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.

You felt uncomfortable with the short lived affection, not knowing if it was only a show for the taxi driver or if he was actually trying keep you warm. As you sat in the taxi for the ten minute ride to Baker Street, hand in hand with Sherlock you wished that things could be simple between you too.

He paid the cabbie and thanked him for the favor. Meanwhile you ran to the door and into the warm foyer of the building. Moments later Sherlock came behind you, tapping the snow out of his shoes onto the floor mat. You walked up the stairs shaking out your arms and pulling the wet hairs off your body. Sherlock disappeared into the hallway as you huddled in front of the fireplace. The shower began to run and you heard doors opening and shutting as he moved through the apartment. “I’m running a bath to warm you up, I put towels and dry clothes on the counter.” He said emotionlessly sitting in his chair. You nodded and stood from your spot. “You should probably change too.”

“A simple thank you would suffice.” He said sarcastically, ignoring your suggestion. You took a deep breath walking past him, you got to the bathroom door knowing that you were out of sight. “Thank you Sherlock.”

You missed the slight smile on his face as you went into the bathroom.

You later returned dressed in one of Sherlock’s t-shirts and pajama pants, rolled several times at the legs so you wouldnt trip. You walked into the living room hesitantly, which was only lit by the fireplace. Sherlock had changed and was lounging in a night robe. “Nice to see you’re unfrozen.” He said sarcastically. “Nice to see you’re still an asshole.” You replied quickly, resting into the couch. “Looks like the weather didn’t change either of us.” He remarked.

You rolled your eyes, “Yes, how lovely. Wouldn’t want you to be nice for once.” You tied your hair up in a bun, draping one leg off the side of the couch. Your toes touched the cold floor, which at first didnt bother you. Sherlock pulled out his phone and paid no mind to you almost falling asleep on the sofa across from him.

Eventually Sherlock put out the fire and went into the kitchen to make up some tea. He flicked the kitchen light on, pulling you out of your sleepy daze. As you stretched out your limbs you watched him move around grabbing cups and heating the kettle.

You appeared in the doorway leaning against the wooden frame, “Make enough for two?”

Sherlock sighed and took out a second cup. As he poured the last of it, the kitchen light went out. You reached over to flick it again, getting no response. “Oh great the power is out.” He groaned in frustration, running his fingers through his hair. “We’re going to freeze. I don’t have enough to restart the fire and the cold will move in quickly.” Sherlock leaned against the counter frustrated. As he reached for the tea beside him you replied. “Well,” you paused, “we could have sex.”

Out of the corner of your eye you saw Sherlock freeze. “How is that even an option?” He asked with a ridiculously bewildered face. You shrugged moving around the living room to collect a blanket. “No power means no heat. Sex would be a simple solution to keep us both warm.” You said simply.

“In order for that to happen, I would have to want you.”

“It’s science, you of all people should understand.” You argued. “I don’t want you either.”

Sherlock chuckled under his breath, “Keep telling yourself that.”

It only took an hour for you two to argue over who’s taking which item to keep warm. You’d have a sweater and a blanket while Sherlock had socks and his robe. “Where am I supposed to sleep idiot? It’s freezing in here!” You yelled at him. Wriggling the cold out of your toes you heard Mrs. Hudson yell from downstairs. “Will you two just sleep in the same bed and be quiet?”

You both felt guilty keeping her up with your bickering, so when Sherlock turned around to retreat to his bedroom you followed. There again you found it hard to get along.

“Stop putting your cold feet on me.” Sherlock said in annoyance, pushing your legs far away from his. “Maybe if you didn’t refuse to let me borrow socks then they wouldn’t be cold enough to bother you.” You said turning your back to him. Sherlock huffed and you felt the bed move slightly. Pulling the blanket up under your chin you heard him say, “Sharing socks is weird. Its just as weird as sharing underwear.”

You rolled your eyes, not that he could see. “Totally different things.” You replied closing your eyes. There were a few minutes of silence between you guys. You sighed in relief that he has given up with fighting for the day. You we’re looking around his room taking in the small details. You were gazing out his window when he spoke again. “Are you still cold?”

“Yes.” You said turning your head to face him. His blue eyes looked back at you, focusing intently on your face. He rolled over your body and began kissing you. Starting at the top of your jaw and trailing down to your collarbones. Your breathing hitched at the sudden action. “What are you doing?” You began sitting up but Sherlock was still leaning over you. “What do you think I’m doing?” He smirked licking his lip. “I know what you’re trying to do, but I dont get why.” You replied looking down his body that was hovering over you. Sherlock leaned down and kissed the spot under your ear. “It’s science. You of all people should understand.” He quoted moving a hand to your hip. “You want me.” He said before returning to your neck. Sprinkling kisses across your skin delicately.

You stayed frozen for a while, trying not to give in to him. You didn’t want to show Sherlock he was right so you took a deep breath pulled yourself together. “You’re wrong.”

Sherlock started moving down your chest kissing the exposed skin above your breast. “I dont want you.” He looked up at you then, hair falling out of your bun, head tilted to one side. “You want me.” As you finished speaking Sherlock pressed his lips to yours. You pressed your body up to meet his, snaking one of your legs around his hips. In a single motion you rolled over, putting Sherlock on his back underneath you. You returned your lips to his, grazing your fingers through his hair. His hands traveled down your side tugging lightly at the elastic of the borrowed pants. You reached with one hand helping him pull them off of you before you snaked your hands underneath his shirt. He pulled apart from you taking his arms out of his robe while you pulled the sweatshirt off over your head. You removed his shirt and sat up, taking in the half naked man before you. His hair was a mess and his lips we’re pulled into a smirk. His eyes looked a sharper blue now that he was grazing over you with lust.

You sat with just your underwear on, and he was left only in his pants. You both caught your breath while you looked over one another. “I dont want this to be science.” You told him, running your hand down his arm. Instead of replying Sherlock tangled a hand in your hair and pulled you back down to him. It was his turn to flip you, resting an elbow above your head to prop himself up while you pulled his pants away. You arched your back to unclasp your bra and Sherlock returned to planting kisses on your neck. As you removed your bra he slipped his thumb into the waist of your panties and pulled them down in one motion. You used one of your feet to remove them the rest of the way becoming naked underneath him.

He looked down you then in the dim light of the bedroom, his ragged breathing forming light puffs of air in the cold room. He watched your face as he lowered himself in you. “It’s not science.” He told you. Arching your back in delight, he started to move inside of you. You wrapped a leg around his waist and returned to his plump lips. You had one hand in his hair and the other digging into a single spot in his back. Sherlock’s hand grabbed onto your hip as he increased his speed. He pulled his lips from yours and began nibbling on your earlobe in between whispering naughty things he’d been wanting to do with you. The bed began squeaking a little, overwhelming you a little bit more. You bit your lip and moaned into Sherlock’s ear, giving him the extra bit he needed to slam into you and bring you to your climax.

As you both brought your breathing back to normal you released your tight grip on Sherlock. He pulled himself out of you and got up from the bed. “You were right.” He admitted smiling. “That should keep us warm for a while.”

[revivedrumble]

My Brothers Girl

2p America x Reader/ 2p Canada x Reader Triggers : Mention of Assault. Some angst

‘God (Y/N)’s a looker.’ Allen thought to himself, watching his childhood best friend skip through the front door of his apartment. “Al! Guess what?!” “What’s up doll?” He asked, lounging back on the couch. “Your brother asked me out! Oh gosh I’m so excited! What should I wear? I should probably ask Ollie that right? Where do you…” Her voice trailed off as the horror of the situation sunk in. Al’s best friend, the girl he was in love with was going out with his brother. The grumpy lumber jack Knew that Al had the hots for (Y/N)! How could he stab him in the back like that?! I mean he knew they didn’t get along so well all the time but stealing his girl was a low blow! “Uh Al are you with me?” (Y/N) snapped her fingers in front of the red heads face. “Shit, what were you saying doll?” “I was saying I think I’ll wear my white sundress tonight.” “It’s supposed to rain tonight though” A mischievous grin flashed across her face “Oh I know. I get to be an ‘accidental’ tease. It’ll drive Matt wild.” Rage clawed in Al’s gut, “That’s not a good idea doll face. Matt can be an animal. I’ve seen the aftermath of it. I mean you do know he’s been around the block once or twice right?” The (h/c) woman giggled slightly before hugging the man, “Oh Al. Always so protective. And you’re not exactly the Virgin Mary yourself. But I can handle Matt. I pinky promise.” She young woman help her pinky out and Al reluctantly wrapped his around hers. “Just uh..call me if you need my help dollface.” “I will Al! I’ve gotta go see Ollie. I’ll see you tomorrow Al!” After the (e/c) eyed beauty left his place, Al grabbed his phone and called his brother. “Hello Allen” came the canadians smug greeting. “You Fucking Shitstain! I oughta shove that hockey stick up your ass!” “Why so hostile Allen?” “You know why! I love (Y/N). She means the world to me you bastard!” “She’s better off with me.” “Fuck you, you soggy pancake! She should be with me!” “She wants to get married someday. You don’t. She wants kids. You don’t. She wants a simple, quiet life. You don’t. And you wont change for anyone.” The honest words washed over Al like a bucket of ice water. It was true that he and (Y/N) did share different ideals. But he would change…couldnt he? “Your silence means I’m right. Bye Al.” He let the phone drop to the floor along with the shattered pieces of his heart. There was no way (Y/N) could really be into Matt. No this was just a nightmare that would be over once the sun rose again… he hoped.

It had been a week since Al had had any contact with his crush. And that scared him more than he liked to admit. Normally, he heard from (Y/N) every day. “She’s fine Allie dear” Oliver cooed, sliding the sulking man a non-spiked vegan cupcake. “How do you know?” He asked after shoving the whole treat in his mouth. “Mothers intuition.” As if on cue (Y/N) called. “(Y/N)! Are you ok?! Where have you been?! I’ve been calling all week!” “I’m sorry Al. But Mattie had this whole getaway thing planned and I was a little busy. I didn’t mean to make you worry. I didn’t wanna seem ungrateful by being on my phone 24/7.” “Yeah. Whatever” he grumbled. “Al…don’t make me feel guilty for having a good time…” (Y/N) pleaded. “Oh, Im making you feel guilty am I? You should! I worried for a week!” There was a sniffle and a shuffle on the other end of the line before Matt’s gruff voice could be heard, “Good job asshole. You made her cry. Just leave my girl alone” Rage clouded Al’s world. Nothing mattered anymore. His brother had stolen his soulmate. His brother had stolen his everything. Nothing mattered anymore. Oliver and Francis tried to reason with Al as he grabbed his leather jacket and baseball bat but he was too consumed by his hate and grief to hear their words. He needed an outlet. He needed to escape from his emotions. And escape meant the bar.

The Cougar Cavern was Al’s favorite place to de stress before he meet (Y/N). Cheap booze, even cheaper women, the chance for a good bar scrap. It had everything he needed in life. But now, it was just a boxing ring. Al had two beers in him before he started the fight. Grabbing a bikers old lady’s ass was a sure fire way to piss the mountain of a man off. But no one stands a chance with a enraged Al and his beloved bat. The sirens grew louder with every swing of the bat, but he didn’t care. He wouldn’t stay in jail long. (Y/N) would come get him. She always did. The cuffs were slapped on and his rights were read. ’(Y/N) will come get me. She’ll come get me. She will. She’ll come. She’ll bail me out. She’ll see Matt isn’t right for her. She’ll see Im the man for her. She’ll see.’ The thoughts cycled through his head until the morning. His heart leapt in his chest when he saw (Y/N) standing outside his cell. “Doll?! I knew you’d come get me out.” He exclaimed rushing to the bars. Then he noticed the changes. Normally when (Y/N) bailed him out her face showed disappointment with amusement swimming in her eyes. Today, her face showed sorrow with tears swimming in her eyes. He also noticed the hickies that littered her neck. “I’m not bailing you out Al. I can’t bail you out.” “What?! Why not?!” “Because you’re a danger! You sent five people to the hospital. Two are in ICU! Your court date is in 3 weeks. I just thought I’d come check on you… and that was a mistake..” Tears spilled down her cheeks. “You’ve changed Al…. you’re not the same man who was my best friend… I don’t know who you are… Bye Al…”

Three weeks passed by in a depressed blur. Al pacing his cell, hoping to be graced with a glimpse of (Y/N). He was allowed that at his trial. She sat in between Oliver and Matt. That bastard had his arm around her. A growl escaped him before the judge slammed the gable down. “Allen Jones, I sentence you to two years in the state penitentiary. Balif take him away.” Al fought against the guard to yell to (Y/N) “Wait for me! Wait for me (Y/N)!”

(Possibly more to come)

[fanfixtime]

A very grump fic

“WELL…FUCK YOU.” Arin ducked as the plate came crashing at his head. It was not the most articulate or clever response suzy could come up with but the dish really sold it. “WHAT IS YOUR ISSUE?” Arin couldnt help but yell back. This was third night in a row that suzy had ended up yelling at him. Lately it seemed every little thing set her off. But Arin didnt see her getting mad enough about him having his phone at the table during dinner to throw a dish at his head.      “MAYBE MY ISSUE IS YOU” immediately suzy shrunk back, her hand covering her mouth, realizing what she just said. Arin shrunk back as if he had physically been slapped. “Well if its that simple.” Arin spun on heel, grabbing him jacket and keys, half waiting for suzy to call him back. Getting into the car, he didnt really know where he was going. He just blasted his radio and drove, easily going 30 above the speed limit. “FUUUUUUUUCCCKKKK” he scrame. It was finally really settling in what had gone down. Where had he gone wrong? Him and suzy had always loved each other so much, now he didnt feel that. Lately it had seemed like he was sleeping with a stranger.       Arin took a couple deep breathes. Looking around for the first time since hed started driving he realized he was in the same neighbor hood as the his best friends barry and dannys house. Danny was out of town for a couple more days. Maybe Arin could sleep there for the night. Just until he could figure out his next move.        Arin pulled up at the house. Stepping out, he made his way up the drive. He hesitated before knocking, reluctant to explain what had happened with suzy. But what other real options did he have. Barry was one of his best friends. At least dan wasnt home. One less person to witness his embarrassment. ‘Knock knock knock’ arin tapped on the door.  After a minute barry opened the door. “Hey Arin” quickly barry stepped aside to let arin in. “Hey barry” they stood silently for a moment’ walking towards the living room. “So whats up” barry asked, taking a seat on the couch. “Well, its kinda a long story but the short of it is, me and suzy are fighting and i need a place to stay. Can i sleep in dans bed, just for tonight?” arin stared at his feet as he related all of this, not realoy wanting to look barry in the eye. “Yea sure go ahead.” barry, being his considerate self, pushed for no further details. “Thank you.” Arin said, and with no further prompting shuffled off towards dannys room. Without bothering to turn on the light or take off his shoes, he fell into the bed. Finally everything washed over him, and for once he let the tears come.

Danny couldnt beleive what a bust this trip had been. It was supposed to be a relaxing vacation with his family. But not even a day in, his parents had started fighting and his sister tried to set him up with her friend. It sounded so assanine. Something he should have been able to deal with, even if it took a couple of beers to do so. But all of it combined with the thoughts he just couldnt get out of his head sent him running. He needed to be alone. Better yet he needed Arin. Danny gave his head a hard shake. He was trying so hard not to think of arin. Trying and failing.       Finally, danny pulled into the drive way. The dash clock read just after one. As quietly as he could, he unlocked his front door, trying not to alert barry. He went to grab his phone to use the light only to remember it had died four hours before. Right before he had reentered service. He probably had texts from his family but he would deal with that in the morning.       Stumblinf down the hall, danny opened the door to his room. Shucking off his shoes and shirt as he want, danny didnt feel the need to turn on the light, intending to fall into his bed and go straight to sleep. The problem was, there was already someone in it. “OW SHIT” danny jumped up after landing on something hard and warm. “Mmmmm, what?” danny could hardly believe his ears as he scrambled for the switch. But a suddem burst of light confirmed it was indeed arin in his bed. “ar-arin.” danny stumbled over his words as he stared at the man in his bed. Arin, for his part, blinked sleepily still waking up. “Hey dan. Sorry to steal your bed. Me and suzy are fighting. Again. Apparently im an issue.” arin looked down as he choked up. “Oh arin” danny crossed the room in an instant, pulling arin into his arms.

To be continued

[captainlillybear]

Youtube Fights and Sleepless Nights - Dan Howell Imagine Part 2

Part 1

Making your way down the moonlight streets you pull your hood tighter over your head trying to protect yourself from the rain, reaching into your coat pocket and grab your phone looking for your best friends number. Once you find it you hit dial and press the phone tightly to your ear, hugging your coat tighter to your body. “Hey (Y/N)! How you doing?” “Ummmmm.” You feel your voice cracking a little as you speak “can I…. can I crash at yours tonight?” “Of course you can. Look I’ll put the kettle on you better explain what’s going on when you get in. Alright?” You nod before realising she can’t see you. “Thank you.” You hang up, shoving your phone back in your pocket, you let out a shaky breath seeing it appear in a cold mist in front of you. It only took around 5 minutes for you to reach Carrie’s place, walking in knowing she would have left the door open for you. Hanging up your coat and slipping your shoes off you make your way to the living room seeing your best friend sat with 2 cups of tea on the coffee table and a book in front of her face. Hearing you enter she looked up noticing your slightly dishevelled appearance. Placing her book on the table in front of her she picks up your cup and offers it to you with a sympathetic smile. “Come and tell mamma Carrie all about it.” You smile at her comment, accepting the drink and sitting on the couch next to her you begin to tell her what had happened.

2 mugs of tea and about 4 tissues later Carrie knew all about the fight you had with Dan and what you were feeling. “…I mean it’s not like this our first argument or anything but to accuse me of cheating?! With Mark, who did I mention has a girlfriend also?! I just…….I just don’t know. ” Sighing you relax back into her couch looking up at her ceiling as if it magically would spell out the answers. “I think tonight things got a little heated and you should definitely crash here to let things settle. Plus if Pete knew I let you go home at this time of night on your own I think he’d kill me. I’m sorry all I can offer is the couch but it’s pretty comfy.” Smiling back at Carrie you thank her for the offer. She was right things were pretty heated and you both needed to cool off before taking the next step. “I’m sorry to just bombard you with all of this, especially at this time of night.” “Look (Y/N). You’re like a sister to me so didn’t apologies. I know if I were in this situation you’d do the same for me.” She was right you two were like sisters and told each other everything, so suddenly showing up at the others house wasn’t a rare occurrence.“I’ll go get you some pillows and a blanket so you can try and sleep.” “Thank you Carrie. I really do appreciate it.” She smiled leaving the room coming back a few minutes later with 2 pillows under 1 arm and a roll of blankets under the other.

That night you had hardly slept, it wasnt that the couch was uncomfy, because it was hella comfy but without Dan next to you it was hard to sleep. Tossing and turning you kept checking your phone to see if Dan had messaged or called. He hadn’t. You sighed putting your phone back on the coffee table and turned to face the back of the couch tears starting to fill up your eyes, maybe this is what he wanted, maybe he wanted to end things between you two and this was his way of showing it. Your thoughts were disrupted by Carrie walking into the front room with a drink for you. “Hey, how you feeling?” she smiled sympathetically at you putting your cup on the table next to your phone. Sitting up you grab the pipping hot cup of tea, gently blowing on it before answering her question. “Okay I guess, kinda still thinking it through. Is it really morning already?” “It sure is.” Carrie chirped. You couldnt believe youd been tossing and turning the whole night. Stairing into your cup you take a sigh before carrying on. “Was I really that bad? For Dan to think that I’d cheat it must have been pretty bad.” you never took your eyes off the cup, feeling tears beginning to form. “Honey no.” Carrie moved closer to you, placing her hand comfortingly on your back “Dan is so in love with you. Literally if he’s not with you or talking about you, he’s more than likely thinking about you. I’ve never seen him this crazy about some one in all the time I’ve known him. He just thinks he’s not good enough for you and is worried about loosing you.” Placing your untouched drink down you turn to look at Carrie. “I knew he was insecure like that, always making passing comments about not being good enough fo me, but every time I’d disagree and reasure him. I didn’t think it played on his mind that much.” sighing you rub your hands over your face. “I think you should drink your tea and go and talk to him.” Carrie smiles at you and you can’t help but smile back. “You’re right and I know it’s what I’ve got to do but it just seems hard okay?” Picking up your cup you finally take a sip, relishing in its warmth. “I know it’s hard but I also know you two were made for each other.” She was right. No one made you feel as happy and complete as Dan did. He was everything you could have asked for in a guy. “I’m really sorry (Y/N) I have a video to shoot so unfortunately I have to love and leave you but please stay as long as need.” You smile at her and nod knowing you could literally stay for months and she wouldn’t mind but you knew Carrie was right and that hole you felt in your heart wasn’t going to fix it’s self.

Putting your key into the front door you take a deep breath. Everything was going to be fine. You and Dan both had time to clear your heads and everything was fine. Then why did you feel so damn nervous? Surely nothing drastic would have happened over night. What if Dan had taken you leaving as you breaking up with him and wanted nothing to do with you? Shaking your head lightly to rid the thoughts you turn the key and open the flat door, things were eerily quiet, no TV, no music. Just silence. “Hello? Anyone home?” Stepping into the apartment you shut the door behind you listening for a response, the sound of shuffling in the kitchen catches your attention, making your way towards the sound you jump a little when Phil sticks his head around the corner. “(Y/N)! You’re back, thank God. ” “Jesus Phil you scared the life out of me. I thought we had a burglar or something.” He chuckled and stepped out the kitchen to bring you into a hug. “1. I am clearly not a burglar, we both know how clumsy I am. And 2. I am so glad you’re back.” Pulling away from the hug you give Phil a questioning look. “Dan hasn’t left your guys room since you left yesterday. Not eat, he bearly drank anything, he pretty much only left to go to the bathroom and that’s it.” You felt a twinge of guilt, maybe if you hadn’t have left he wouldn’t be like that. Then again if you had have stayed would the two of you have continued arguing? “I take it he’s in there now?” You motion towards Dan’s room, not really waiting for Phil’s reply and head towards the door. Softly knocking on the door you push it open. “Dan?” It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust because the room is in darkness, looking towards the bed you see his figure lay there with the duvet pulled up around him. You can’t quite see which way he’s facing but step into the room, and push the door shut getting rid of the only light that had crept into the room. “Can we talk?” You speak softly not moving from your spot, not wanting to seem confrontational. The bed sheets move as Dan turns to face you and you take that as a sign to come closer and sit on the bed. “Dan? Are…..are you alright?” He sniffles and sits up slightly. “Can I turn a light on please?” In the darkness you see him nod his head so you reach over and flick on your bed side lamp, looking at Dan you take a second to take in his appearance. His brown hair curly and disheveled, his once bright eyes looked tired, red and puffy and you couldnt help but notice he looked a little paler than usual. “Oh Dan.” Gasping in shock you can feel your heart break at the sight of him, tears brimming in both yours and his eyes. “I’m so sorry.” Reaching across the bed you pull him into a hug, both your bodies shaking from the onslaught of tears that followed. “I thought you weren’t coming back, that I’d Fucked everything up.” Dan mumbles into your shoulder, pulling back you rub the pads of your thumbs under his eyes wiping his tears away. “You’re not getting rid of me that easily mister.” Lightly chuckling you wipe your own tears before moving your hand down to lace your fingers with Dan’s. “I would never. EVER. Cheat on you okay? Or anyone for that matter. I’m sorry that my friendship made you feel insecure and question us. That is the last thing I wanted to happen.” Looking down at your hands you notice Dan had started to subcontiously rub small circles over your thumb with his making you more relaxed. “It’s not your fault.” His voice came out a little scratchy and dry. “ I shouldn’t have let my insecurities get the better of me. I just….. there a so many guys out there who are better looking than me and seem a better match for you than I am. I’ve met some of your male fans so I know its true you could have your pick of the best and I just…….I don’t know, Mark is so much better looking than I am, he’s more into video games, likes more of the same music and food you like than I do, has more subscribers……” “Dan please.” You look up at him to see more tears in his eyes. “Say I did want all that. Don’t you think I’d be dating him and not you?” Dan nodded his head, biting your lip nervously you hoped all of this was coming out how you wanted it to. “But I’m not. I’m dating you because I feel like you complete me. In my eyes you are more handsome than Mark could ever hope to be, you are just as into video games as I am and yes you don’t like all the same foods and music I do but good. Imagine how boring our conversations would be if we did like all of the same stuff. As for the subscriber thing I would care if you didn’t do youtube and no one knew who you were because you would still be the Dan I fell in love with. So please stop comparing yourself to others because you’re not gonna be like them, and I’m God damn happy about that because then you wouldn’t be you and I would most definitely be very upset by that.” By now Dan had a goofy grin on his face and you let out a small breath of relief that you managed to get your words out right. “I am sorry if you felt like we were flirting or whatever but you know I’m just a friendly person, like the first time I meet people I hug them. It’s just who I am. So in future if you feel that way or I act over the boundaries or whatever please come and talk to me about it first so we can avoid this happening again?” “Of course love but……” “No buts. It’s not your fault.” You both giggled, the feeling in the room lighter than before. Both of you now smiling you leaned in to meet Dan in soft passionate kiss. “God I missed you, I didn’t get a minutes sleep last night.” He mumbled against your lips. Placing a couple of quick pecks to his lips, causing him to giggle, you pull back as he gently brushes some hair out of your eyes. “Me either. Carries couch is comfy as heck but nothing beats cuddling into you at night.” You smiled at the bright red blush that spread across Dan’s cheeks. “Come on let’s go get some food. And show Phil that you’re actually still alive.” Dan got up out of bed laughing at your comment. “If it wasn’t for him I might be. He was literally knocking every 5 minutes with something new. He’s worse than you are when I’m sick!” Gasping you playfully slap his chest. “Hey im not that bad. Besides yo have to admit you get like that when im sick to!” “Sure honey. If you say so.” Now stood in front of you Dan wraps his arms around your waist while yours slip round his neck. Resting his forehead on yours you both close your eyes, swaying slightly, enjoying being in each others arms again. “I love you.” Dan mumbled not wanting to break the comfortable silence. “I love you too.” You smiled as you felt the familiar feeling of Dan’s lips on yours.

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