#*pushed the blonde bastard sitting next to me away*

[slater-baby]

Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!Reader

Simon was a solitary creature. He was tight-lipped, stubborn to a fault, and wordless by all counts. Although you'd had some luck in loosening his tongue the past year, company usually put a bad taste in his mouth.

When you moved in with him, that hadn't changed. Usually, he'd need a few hours to himself to wind down after the work day—and you were more than happy to let him.

Only....he's been on leave for ages, gallivanting around the other side of the world while you laid up at home, screwing yourself silly with the dildo he'd bought you before shipping off.

Just looking at where he sits on the sofa across the way, beer bottle in hand, fully engrossed in the football game on screen...

God, he's so fucking hot. Blue eyes framed by blonde lashes. Shirt wrinkled between his bulging chest muscles. Jeans holding on for dear life over the hefty bulge between his thighs.

With the way he spreads them—which you'd normally complain about—you can practically see yourself sitting in his lap, the teeth of the zipper scraping against your ass while you ride him into oblivion.

Minutes pass like fucking hours, your panties becoming wetter with every second you spend staring. And Simon, like the stupidly handsome bastard that he is, is all too focused on the game to spare you even a single look.

You whine, shifting your weight. Man United scores a goal, and Simon grunts around the mouth of his bottle—all too similar to the way he sounds in bed, moans muffled between your legs while he sucks at your clit.

And that—that is the final straw.

Without a word, you pad over to him, blocking his view of the TV. He cocks a brow, opening his mouth to question you....

Only for the words to die when you sink to your knees between his legs.

"Love, what—"

Without preamble—without so much as a warning—you mouth over the front of the denim, tracing the teeth of his zipper with your delicate tongue.

Whatever protest he'd had dies, hand clenching around the beer bottle nearly hard enough to shatter it right then and there.

"Love, are you—Fuck," he gasps, jumping in his seat when you all but yank the zipper down, barely lifting your mouth away from his crotch long enough to undo the fly.

"What—what are you..." he trails off into a low exhale when your tongue delves between the two flaps of his fly, circling the pink head of his softened cock.

"God," he breathes, readjusting his position when you dazedly pull him out of his boxers. He's warm in your palms, blue veins pulsing between your fingers as his blood falls south.

When you tuck his prick into your mouth, gently suckling at the tip, his head falls back against the sofa. You feel fingers slide into your hair, the voice of the commentators droning on in the background. Yet, your mind is focused only on the way his massive legs jolt with every move of your tongue, the way that with every kiss you give him, he becomes firmer and firmer inside of your mouth.

"Fuck," he whispers, huffing, "That it, love? Just needed to suck me off, did ya?"

You whimper around his length, taking him nearly to the base. At the confirmation, Simon relaxes into his chair, falling into the comforting rhythm of your bobbing head.

"Needed a 'lil attention, huh?" he chuckles breathlessly, fiddling with his beer bottle, "Right. Well enough, love. Just..."

With a groan, he pushes your mouth down to the base before lifting the beer bottle back to his lips.

"Keep your voice down. Manchester's up and if I miss the next goal, I'll be fuckin' cross, yeah?"

At yet another mention of the fucking football, you want to roll your eyes...

That is, until you feel his foot tuck between your thighs, pressing against your leaking cunt through your pants. Instantly, your mind falls empty. Like that, the two of you fall into a lullaby of TV static and lukewarm beer, hips and hearts moving in sync.

[traveler-at-heart]

Secrets

Summary: You try to keep your relationship a secret!

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!R

It was fun at first.

The thrill of sneaking around, secret glances, hidden touches. It had been quite a ride to get to where you were with Natasha, and knowing how the team could be, you both wanted to keep your relationship to yourselves, at least for a little while.

One of your secret spots were the stairs. With a building so big, it was natural that everyone took the elevator. It was the perfect place to meet the redhead and more often than not, the conversation progressed into an intense make out session that left you breathless.

“Is the elevator broken?” Steve asks as you come back from one of your little escapades. You jump at his presence, your mind still thinking about the feeling of Natasha’s lips on yours.

“Uh… no. It’s working just fine. I like to take the stairs to… exercise”

“That’s a nice idea. Maybe I’ll try it one of these days” he nods.

Cap and his obliviousness, sweet old man. He has no idea you’re all flushed for reasons that have nothing to do with coming up the steps.

Still, you think nothing of it. He was probably trying to be nice when he said it was a good idea. The next day, when you’re lost in Natasha, intoxicated by her supple lips and the way they move against your own, you miss the sound of heavy footsteps and an off key whistle.

“Crap” Natasha is the first to react, breaking apart. You turn to look down, Steve taking the steps two at a time.

Fit bastard.

“Morning!” he says, too happy for your liking.

“Oh, hi, we were just…”

“We?” he echoes, and you look around. No trace of Natasha.

“I mean, me. I was just taking a break. I think I’ll go back to taking the elevator”

“You sure you’re ok?”

“Yeah, just a bit agitated. Nothing to worry, Cap”

Steve nods and smiles.

“I told everyone about your great idea. I think people will start using the stairs more”

“Oh, that’s just peachy”

Once again, he is oblivious to your actual feelings. After he’s gone, Natasha jumps from behind the staircase.

“Jesus, how did you manage to do that so quickly”

“Well, you always have to be ready for a quick escape, detka”

Natasha leans forward and pecks your lips, but before she can do anything else, you drag her back to the hallway.

“You heard Cap. Our secret spot is no longer secret”

—

So far, you haven’t found a decent replacement for the stairs, except for a supply closet. And by God, you are not that desperate.

As you cook dinner, Natasha comes up behind you, and you relax against her.

“I’ve missed you” she says against your shoulder, placing small kisses that tickle you.

“I missed you too, love”

A hand goes around your middle and she toys with the hem of your shirt, lips kissing your neck, and that sweet spot behind your earlobe that makes you shiver.

“Nat” you moan, and you don’t know if you want her to stop or keep going.

Yelena answers that for you as she steps inside, eyes widening. You draw blank, because honestly, how can you explain this?

Natasha takes matters into her own hands, literally, as she hugs you and pretends to do the Heimlich maneuver.

“She’s choking” Natasha says and Yelena scrambles around.

“Oh, my God, Y/N, please don’t die”

The redhead pretends to help you, squeezing your middle and you cough.

“I think I’m…”

Unfortunately, the blonde is too freaked out and pushes Natasha away, thinking she’s helping you.

As she presses against your sternum, you are suddenly out of breath and you swear you can feel your ribs cracking.

“Ok, I’m fine, Yelena, thanks” you break free of her hold, sure that your sides will be bruised next morning.

Yelena doesn’t let you cook anymore, so you end up with a dinner of mac and cheese, and Natasha’s sister sitting in the middle while you three watch tv.

“I’m sorry” Natasha says when her sister gets up to grab another soda.

“Just for the record, this isn’t the type of choking I had in mind”

—

“They’re gonna be here any minute” you say against Natasha’s shoulder.

“I know” she bites your neck and you sink further into her lap.

The Quinjet, out of all places is where you find some privacy. The rest of the team will join shortly, as you have a recon mission.

But you can’t keep your hands to yourself and you end up naked, straddling Natasha’s lap as she moves her fingers inside of you.

“God, you look so pretty like this” she says against your chest.

“Nat, more” you plead. It’s too much and too little at the same time. She listens, moving her hand faster and your hips match her pace.

“God. Yes” you collapse in her arms.

“Request to open gate” FRIDAY informs and you curse, because you want more than a second to catch your breath.

Sneaking around is getting old now.

“Come on, let’s get cleaned up” Natasha says, helping you up. She looks proud when your legs shake.

“Shut up” you say, which only makes her smile wider.

While the team enters the Quinjet, you go back to the bathroom with Nat as you hurriedly put your suits on.

“Red? Y/N?” Tony calls for you.

“Here” you raise your arm, feeling a bit tense. Maybe you pulled a muscle.

Stark nods your way and starts the Quinjet, while Steve goes over the plan with everyone else. You stay seated, vaguely aware that something feels different but you can’t tell what it is.

“Be careful” Natasha says when you part ways, squeezing your hand.

Your job is to keep an eye on the guards at the south gate and stop them if they are called to attack the intel team.

Which unfortunately does happen, so you run to shoot, kick and punch at every one of them.

There are two guards left, and as you reach for your gun, something incredibly unexpected happens.

Your suit opens right in the front, revealing your red lacy bra.

“What the fuck” you shout, looking down.

The guard in front of you opens his mouth, completely enthranced by your cleavage.

“New strategy?” Tony flies over, knocking him down. He sends the last man standing across the room.

“No! I don’t know what happened!”

You try to cover but the leather is not giving in.

“Ok, well. We’re done here so you can put all that” he gestures to your chest. “Back in the Quinjet”

Rolling your eyes, and with your arms crossed in front of you, you walk back to the jet.

As you lock eyes with Natasha, you finally notice how her own suit is loose on the shoulders.

You switched when you were getting dressed.

“I like this new look” Sam wiggles his eyebrows and Natasha sends a widow bite straight to his ass.

“Oops” she shrugs her shoulders as he glares.

Feeling a little better after that, you go inside and find a t-shirt to cover up.

When you leave the bathroom, everyone is silent.

“Ok, it’s not like you all haven’t seen boobs before. So get over yourselves. Except Steve, he gets a pass” you bark at them.

“I’ve seen boobs before” he tries to say but no one pays attention.

Natasha stays silent and you think she might be upset or reconsidering this whole thing.

You expect the worse as you land and she leads you back to your room.

“Nat…”

The redhead holds her finger up, taking your shirt off and sinking her face in your breasts.

“Really?”

“Mine” she grumbles, her hands squeezing possessively.

Well, at least some good came out of it.

—

The atmosphere is tense.

Clint, Wanda, Peter and you are playing Jenga.

Honestly, you are the one at a disadvantage here. With Clint’s aim and the enhanced individuals, you don’t stand a chance.

The way Natasha looks at you from across the room doesn’t help either.

It’s been a few days since you were together. Fury called her for an urgent mission and you had to resist the urge to sneak into the Quinjet and beg her to fuck you against the console.

And now, she’s back and you can’t wait for the night to wrap up so you can wrap your legs around her while she eats your…

“Gah!” Wanda screeches, knocking over the tower. “My mind, my eyes”

Crap.

“Wanda, a word?” you plead, dragging her out of the living room while Clint and Peter stare.

“You” she slaps your arm. “And you” she glares at Natasha as she approaches, pushing you both to her room.

“Sorry, we are keeping it a secret for now”

“But your thoughts are so loud” she massages her temples, clearly distraught. “I was so focused on the game and still I could hear everything, see everything”

“Sorry” you grimace. “Do you think you could… not tell anyone? For a bit”

“Oh, trust me, I’m very eager to pretend none of this happened”

“Thanks, Wanda” Natasha says and the girl nods.

“It’s nice to see you both happy. Just try to keep your thoughts to yourselves”

“We’ll try”

Wanda nods, walking out. Natasha’s quick to push you against the wall, eyes darkened by lust.

“Wanna tell me what was on your mind?”

“Can you at least wait for me to leave the hallway?!” Wanda screams from outside.

“You have ten seconds, Maximoff”

“Thanks, I hate you”

—

You figure a little distance from everyone will do you good.

So, you get tickets to a Yankees game and spend the day in the city with Natasha.

Even if you are only a half hour away from the Compound, among the sea of people, no one looks at you when you hold her hand, or share a kiss in the middle of your walk.

“This is nice” you smile, bringing her hand to your lips.

The first half of the game is slow, but you enjoy the time eating popcorn and making comments with Natasha about the score.

During the break, several people in the audience are featured in the screens. A girl chugs an entire beer while the crowd goes wild.

“Damn” you laugh, but the next image you see is you, next to Natasha.

The kiss cam.

“No, we’re fine” you wave your arms and the crowd boos. “Ok, not nice!”

“Don’t be such a baby” she smiles, pulling you closer.

“Pretty sure Steve and Bucky are watching the game back home”

“You jump, I jump” she leans forward, allowing you to decide if you wanna do this or not. As your lips meet in a short kiss, everyone starts clapping and cheering you on.

“Are you sure about what we just did?”

“Very. I’m tired of hiding. You make me happy. What’s wrong with that?” Natasha says and you smile against her lips.

“You are so getting lucky tonight”

But before you can kiss her again, both of your phones go crazy with texts from everyone on the team.

Tony: Is this why Wanda asked me for a way to erase her memory?

Sam: Now I know why you electrocuted my ass, Red!

Wanda: DONT COME NEAR ME

“Still think we made the right call?” you roll your eyes as the texts keep coming.

“Absolutely, detka” she says before kissing you softly.

Yeah. It’s gonna be ok.

[maliciouslove]

ℍ𝕠𝕟𝕖𝕪 𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕡

✧ pairing: fuckboy smileball barista!denki x reader  ✧ summary: having a slimebucks apron is equal to having unlimited rizz (source: me) and denki proves it by bedding his brand new colleague on her very first day of work.  ✧ word count: 5.5k ✧ tags: dubcon(?), manipulation(?), weed and alcohol use, oral (f!receiving), fingering, squirting, overstimulation, forced orgasm, pussyjob, unprotected sex, pulling out, size difference (denki is Tall and Lanky TM), unappropriate work relationship, scummy denki, no feelings.

✧ my submission for the @bastardblvd Slimeball collab ✧

✧ AN: happy birthday to my little slimy fuckboy denks <3 this was so fun to work on, genuinely love being a grimetown resident now. the fanart is made by me but i'm no pro so.. be kind please. :D it was written in a daze so if you see discrepancies.. look away. based on my own tiny starbucks where i work (i am slimebucks denki incarnate). you may expect of me to make this a slimebucks series.. katsuki or touya next? ;)

Denki doesn’t like morning shifts — he doesn’t like how grumpy people are first thing in the morning because it makes scoring dates much harder for him. No matter how bubbly and pleasant he is, Monday mornings are just a bad time to flirt with clients. Most customers don’t even spare a glance at him, too busy figuring out their schedule for the day and burying their noses in their phones. He does, however, enjoy the morning business attire — stockings, pencil skirts, white shirts that allow him to see the outline of a bra underneath… and those heels. Something about office fashion always getshim riled up. 

Typically, if he couldn’t strike up a conversation with the morning customers he would settle for watching them, eyes trailing down their crossed legs when they sit down to enjoy their coffee. He would follow their elegant movements and the curves of their bodies — from the corners of their painted lips turning upward in delight after a sip of hot coffee, to their dainty ankles decorated by the ankle strap of their heels swinging to the rhythm of the music playing softly on the speakers.

That is how his Mondays usually go, yet today he couldn't even enjoy that, all because of a new recruit.

His manager Katsuki (that angry bastard) had not even mentioned to them that he was hiring; he announced only yesterday that there would be a new trainee, pushing the responsibility of showing them around the store and kicking off their barista training onto him. Of course he wouldn’t ask Touya to train them — he would end up with his cock in his hand less than ten minutes into the start of his shift due to his “side hustle” schedule conflict, which in turn would scare off any new hire… and then the hiring process would have to start all over again. Katsuki himself is not much better off as barista trainer, his constant irritation and habit of screaming at everyone and everything has made many employees quit (and cry) early on, but the reason he was shoving the responsibility onto Denki was simply that he wouldn’t be in the store due to a manager’s meeting in Tokyo.

Bummer. 

According to the clock on the wall, the new hire should be coming in any time now, so Denki settles for focusing his attention and efforts on that instead of his grumpy morning customers. And then, there you were in your yellow raincoat, all sunshine and smiles from the moment you step inside the store. Denki gives you a once over and decides maybe this Monday morning wouldn’t be so awful after all — you were cute and far too innocent and optimistic looking for him not to take advantage and have a little… fun. 

His plan begins to form before you’ve even laid eyes on him.

“Hi! You must be the new addition to our team, pleasure to meet you!” The blonde extends a hand to greet you, his most charming smile plastered on his face. “Our team is a bit of a sausage party right now, so I hope you can bear with us and not get discouraged. We desperately need someone like you on our team.” 

“Oh I can tell, your merch cabinets look very… dry. You fellas are not big on decorating, are you?” Your heartfelt laugh nearly disarms the blonde man as he scratches the back of his head awkwardly, admitting that the three men working there did not have the best sesne of aesthetics and beauty. 

Oh, you were just his type — confident, energetic, and just a bit too kind and trusting. 

“Well, you’re here to save us, right? How about we get started on your training, get the boring part over with so we can get to know each other better.” 

There was not a single pure intention behind his words, but his face remains the picture of innocence and kindness. He’s had time to practice this look after all — can’t let people find out what’s behind the sunshine facade now, can he?

“Oh well training shouldn’t take long, I worked at a different Slimebuckslocation before moving to this part of town, hence why I’m being transferred here. I can get around drink making just fine, so you can just show me around the store I guess?” You bat your eyelashes at him and Denki thinks of you as a pure miracle. This expedites the timeline he had in mind.

With a pep in his step, he shows you around the store and back of house, informing you where they keep extra syrups and toppings at the front and the storage in the back. He hands you a new apron and name tag while informing you of the usual cleaning routine and covering all the basics that you need to get around the new store on your own. Not that he follows these cleaning routines that closely anyhow, but hey, you were here to pick up the slack now.

“So, think you got everything? Any questions?” Denki leans back against the bar on his elbows, long black painted fingers interlocking in front of his torso. He’s laid back and so pretty it’s almost distracting. A regular person has to exert effort not to stare too long at his honey colored eyes that crinkle when he smiles.

However, you cannot get too distracted — you must remain focused and make a good impression today. 

“Yes, can I please rearrange and restock your merchandise cabinets? They do not spark joy and desire to buy in their current state. No offense.” 

“Have at it.” Denki does not break eye contact, not once — feline eyes following your every move, gears turning in his head and schemes hatching in his pretty little head. 

He doesn’t want to seem too overbearing, but he also doesn’t want you to think he isn’t interested. So, as it is pretty quiet in the store right now, he decides to give you a hand with the merchandise, chatting with you — learning about you. After all, the only times he actually puts effort into his minimum wage job arewhen there is a prospect of a cute girl removing her panties for him. 

“So, you live nearby?” he begins to prod at you with innocent questions.

“Ah, not quite. I have to take a bus to get here since I don’t have a car anymore. I live on the east side of town, close to that big mall they built recently.” 

Denki is easy to talk to, a nice balance budding between the two of you as he takes boxes out and hands you colorful cups and tumblers to put on the shelves. 

“Hey, I live around those parts, too, I can give you a lift after work, save you some bus fare. Unless you have some super jealous boyfriend or something?” Despite flunking out of college, Kaminari isnot stupid — he isplaying his cards just right, creating an opportunity to learn if you’re single and give you an option to spend more time with him, which isn’t really an option. Unless you do have a boyfriend, you wouldn’t have a reason to say no, not after the deliberate way he phrased it. 

“Haha, no, no boyfriend — kind of the reason I don’t currently have a car and why I had to move.” There’s an edge to your voice, maybe even a trace of anger, but to him they appear as feelings that seem to have simmered down. “I got out of a long relationship recently. We used to live together and share a car, but I had to get my own place after the breakup, and he took the car. And the dog.”

“That bastard!” Denki chimes, a bit too exaggerated, but he figures making a small joke won’t actually hurt. “Really though, that sucks. I’m sorry it happened.” 

The way he switches from being a clown to being a gentleman can give a person whiplash. 

“Don’t be, I’m not sorry it happened.” You shrug your shoulders and give him a wide, genuine smile. “Now I get to hook up and have flings whever I want.” 

You keep the tone light, and you mean what you said — you’re not looking for anything serious right now, and the satisfaction from your answer was well written on the blonde’s face. He was cute, so maybe you’ll play along, have fun for once. 

“So this means you’ll let me give you a ride?” 

“If you really don’t mind?” You put the final tumbler on the shelf and examine your work in delight. Meanwhile Denki examines your body in delight. 

“Oh, I’d be honored to.” A devious grin adorns his face as he follows you behind bar to help serve customers. 

The day goes on, the playful banter between you and the blonde continuing — turns out you have similar hobbies: you like the same movies and games, you even have similar music taste, and Denki relinquished the store music rights to you for the day. 

Your shoulders would brush as you work side by side at the coffee machines, and he would laugh shyly, complimenting your pace and how well you’re adjusting to the new store. The exchanges between the two of you were flawless, seamlessly passing each other lids and pitchers without so much as saying a word. 

Kaminari gave the perfect performance of a man who enjoys his work; he didn’t even obnoxiusly flirt with every beautiful girl that placed an order. 

“Hey, can you grab some more caramel drizzle from the back?” Denki asks after a huge line of people finally dissipates and gives room for some tidying up and restocking. 

“Yea, absolutely. Need anything else?” 

“Also grab some extra bags of coffee beans and vanilla syrup if you can?” 

You nod and head to the back of house energetically.

Denki’s been working here for over two years now, so he knows that after this rush there won’t be anyone in the store for another half an hour at least, so sending you to the back of house away from customers was a calculated move. As soon as you disappear behind the doors he follows — after all, you wouldn’t be able to carry all that back to the front on your own.He should give you a hand. 

Smiling to himself, he enters the storage area to see you standing on your tip toes trying to reach the bags of coffee on the top shelf. Quietly he walks up behind you, one hand on your waist to pull you back a bit, the other hand reaching above you for the coffee beans. 

“Be careful. If you can’t reach somewhere, just call for me. Don’t want you getting hurt back here.” He can feel you melt into him and rest your back against his chest as he takes the four-pound bag down for you. 

“Oh, sorry… I thought I was gonna be able to reach.” You smile at him, realizing how he was surrounding you in that moment, and something about itmade your skin tingle. “Thank you.” 

“Of course! I figured you wouldn’t be able to carry everything at once so I came along to give you a hand.” The two of you stood very close to one another in the cramped storage, but you didn’t mind, as it was far too cold back here, and Kaminari was pleasantly warm to the touch. “The caramel drizzle is all the way down on that same self, if you want to grab that?” 

Eager to complete the task, you turn around and bend over to open the box labled “caramel drizzle,” giving Denki a perfect view of you round ass, making him gulp hard. If he just reached forward he would be able to trace the curve of your ass with his hand, squeeze one cheek as his other hand trails down your side. 

He shakes the thoughts out of his head as you stand back up, several bags of caramel sauce in your hands. You were squishing them playfully which was not helping Denki in keeping unholy thoughts at bay. 

“I always loved the texture of these bags; it’s so stress relieving to play with them.” Grinning up at him, you were the picture of innocence. 

“Yea, they remind me of tiddies.” Denki blurts out without even thinking, too enthralled by his imagination showing him images of you wrapping your pretty lips around his cock and playing with his balls. Once he realizes what he said he waves his hands around in defence. “No, no, not what I mea–” 

“You haven’t touched boobs recently, have you?” You deadpan, and he can feel his heart sink. “Boobs are much more firm. I get where you’re coming from, but a bag of caramel sauce can not compare to a tit.” You say matter of factly while squishing a bag with your hand. “Can’t do that to a boob, can you?” 

Denki snorts out a laugh. 

“Yea, you’re right — tiddies do feel better. And it has indeed been a while since I got to touch one.” He dramatically wipes a fake tear from the corner of his eye, a big pout on his lips as he turns to exist the storage. 

“Aww, poor Denki… Wanna cop a feel?” You can see him physically freeze up at these words, turning to give you a bewildered look. “I’m joking! Obviously. You that desperate, pretty boy?” 

You walk past him with a gleeful look on your face. 

The look in Kaminari’s eyes changes as soon as you’re out of sight, and he cannot wait to get his greedy hands on you. In fact, he was going to challenge himself and get between those plush thighs of yours by tonight. 

When the two of you are behind bar again, he continues to orbit close to you, watching videos on your phone over your shoulder, brushing his fingers against your skin when he passes you a milk carton, caging you between his body and the bar while he reaches for something behind you. 

And every time you accidentally touched, you could feel electicity run down your spine and butterflies flutter in your stomach. His light amber eyes trailing down your body lit a fire in your lower belly. The day went on just like that — standing a bit too close to one another, making inappropriate jokes, flirting. And so came time to close and go home, riding in his car. 

“You done with the trash?” you ask as he takes his apron off. 

“Yeah, if you’re done with the floor we can head on out.” You head to the back of house together to grab your stuff from your lockers and lock up. 

“So, got any plans for tonight?” he asks, leaning on his locker while waiting for you to put your jacket on. 

Now that you’re officially off the clock, you take the time to pay attention to small details about the man — how long his eyelashes are, how he cockily half smiles at you, how veiny his forearms are. 

“No plans, no — I’m probably gonna end up watching Desperate Housewives with a glass of wine by myself.” 

And there you go — giving him another opportunity. 

“Oh you watch that too?” He’s excited, presenting this as an interest that not many share with him. “That’s basically my plan for the evening, except I was gonna get high instead of drinking.” Sharing with you that he smokes weed is also tactical; it indicates trust that you won’t misuse that information, and it also opens a gate for you to bond with him over weed if you smoke. 

“Oh, well...” And there you go, taking the bait. “If it’s not too forward of me to offer, I’ve got alcohol and pizza on speed dial, you have weed and good company. Maybe we can merge resources, watch tonight’s episode together?” 

Score.

“Sounds perfect.”

He places his hand at the small of your back as he leads you towards his car, being very caring and gentle — making you feel comfortable and safe, letting you open up to him. It was going to be a fun night for Denki. 

Your apartment is exactly what he envisioned: small but cozy, full of plants, color and art. The small space reflected your personality, a variety of interests on display, different styles clashing in every corner of the room. It was cute. And your chouch seemed very comfortable for eating pussy.

“Cute place.” 

“Thanks. I finally got the chance to decorate my own space however I want, so I went a bit crazy with it.” 

Kaminari doesn’t miss the emphasis in your voice; you lived for a long time with no control over small and insignificant things such as decor. You were frustrated. At the same time, he notes that now you seem to cling to control. He noticed it at work, too — you rarely gave yourself time off. Things are really looking up for the blonde man, and he can barely contain his wolfish smile as the gears in his head turn. You’d love to give up control, wouldn’t you? 

“Make yourself comfortable on the couch. I’ll grab us some drinks and we can order pizza.” 

As you make way to the small kitchen, Denki takes two pre-rolled joints from a cigarette tin and places them on the table. Wine and weed should make you nice and pliable for him. You return with a glass of white wine and a cold beer. 

“I figured you’s prefer a beer over wine.” You offer with a smile, and he accepts. 

“How observant of you. I just wanna check first:Are you sure you want to mix alcohol and weed? Might hit you hard.” He shows concern, but it’s fake — the more crossfaded you are, the easier it would be for him to get you naked. 

“Yea I’m uh.. More practiced than I care to admit.” You give him a coy smile and sit next to him on the couch, phone in hand ready to order food. Once that is out of the way, you both finally lean back and relax on the couch, the episode of Desperate Housewives starting with a recap. 

“So, do you invite people you just met to your apartment to get stoned often, or..?” He offers jokingly as he lights one of the joints up. 

“No, just the pretty and charming ones.” You’re no longer being coy about it like you were at work; you like him, and you aregoing to make it known. 

“Oh, you think I’m pretty? So you only want me for my face?” He retorts with faux disappointment, eyes focused on yours intently, curious and full of desire. 

“Not just your face. You have pretty hands too.” You answer with a straight face, reaching for his hand that was holding the joint and pulling it towards yourself, taking a drag from the joint between his slender fingers. 

Denki swallows, the lust thick in his throat. The way your lips wrap around the joint is sinister, the eyecontact you maintain while doing it — electrifying. 

His body responds before his brain can process, leaning in towards you to capture the smoke from your lips with his own, inhaling it and placing his free hand at the back of your neck, keeping your lips close to his. 

Honey-colored eyes stare down at you as your cheeks begin to heat, mind and heart racing as your tongue darts to wet your lips and taste him. Screw your plan to just tease him, wind him up for a week or two, make him eager — you don’t have the patience for all that. You set your glass on the coffee table and close the gap between the two of you, pushing him back, straddling him. 

“Feeling bold tonight, sweetness?” He smiles up at you, letting you get your dose of control, let you simmer in the illusion that you initiated this, you took the lead. His free hand rests on your thigh, thumb drawing circles over your jeans, gently squeezing you. 

You don’t dignify him with a response as your lips crash onto his in a searing kiss, fingers carding through his blonde locks. He can tell how needy you are by the way your body moves — pulling his hair a bit harder than you should, nipping at his lower lip, canting your hips over his. You’re leaning into his every touch, almost aggressively taking what you want from him, claiming control. 

He smiles into the kiss and in one swift move shifts you to lay flat on your back on the couch, his larger frame towering over yours. 

“Don’t move.” He sounds almost like a different person as he yanks the control from you, and you obey. You lay still and watch him intently as he lights the joint again, taking a long drag and putting the joint back on the ashtray. 

Leaning down, he places his hand under your chin, parting your lips and blowing the smoke into your mouth. You inhale and hold your breath as he traces kisses down your jaw and collarbone, warm hands sneaking under your shirt. He only speaks after you slowly exhale the smoke.

“You’ve brightened my day, you know. Let me thank you properly.” 

His fingers trail down your body and unbutton your jeans, feather light kisses pressed against your tummy just above the hem of your pants. You don’t protest, so he continues his ministrations, pulling your shirt up above your head and leaving you in your pink lacy bra. He pushes one of the bra straps to the side and—

Ding dong!

The pizza has arrived. 

“Fuck–” He scrambles to his feet to go answer the door while you qucikly throw your shirt back on and head to the kitchen. Denki follows with pizzas in hand that he quickly discards on the table. 

“Are the pizzas cut? Do you need any sauce or—” You’re scooped up in his hands and pressed against the kitchen counter. His lips are on your again, insistent and needy. “Denk— The food?” 

“I was hoping for a different meal.” 

His breath is hot against the shell of your ear as he lifts you up to sit you on the marble counter, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he makes desire bubble inside you once more. 

Discarding your pesky shirt again, he wastes no time in removing your bra and cupping your breasts, lips enclosing around your pert nipple. 

“You’re right — much better than a bag of caramel sauce.” His words are barely above a whisper as he tweaks your nipple between thumb and index finger, leaving wet kisses across your sternum and stomach. His hands grip at the hem of your still unbuttoned jeans, and you follow his wordless instruction, lifting your hips and letting him slip the jeans off. 

There you were, practically naked on your kitchen counter while he, still fully dressed, devoured you with predatory eyes. Large hands rest on your bare thighs, and he gently spreads your legs and drags you closer to the edge of the countertop.

You’re pretty and soft, and you smell nice. Denki can’t help but wonder if you’ll taste sweet as well. A single digit traces the outline of your lacy thong, marveling at the wet spot forming on the material. Hooking his finger behind the material, he roughly pulls it upwards — the feeling isn’t exactly pleasant, but it doesn't hurt either; it’s simply not enough friction. You need more. Your nose and eyebrows scrunch, and you wrap your hand around his wrist, a pleading whine leaving your parted lips.

“Aw, I’m sorry pretty girl… I won’t tease you too much, promise.” 

Another quick peck to your lips and he sinks to his knees in front of you, eye level with your needy wet cunt. Pushing the pink fabric to the side, he inspects your pretty cunt, glistening with arousal. Kissing from the inside of your thigh and making his way to your core, all you can do is tug on his hair and hold on while he devours you whole. 

Kaminari finally delves his tongue into your heat, leaving a long stripe from your needy hole to your sensitive clit and then focusing on the latter. His tongue is gentle, teasing — like he has all the time in the world to enjoy this tasty treat, working you up until your body starts moving on its own against his tongue. Your head is so far up in the clouds that you probably aren’t even aware of how tightly you’re gripping his hair and how you’re moving your hips rhythmically against his mouth. 

You sound cute: breathless and whiny, softly begging under your breath, head tilted back in pleasure as the muscles in your thighs stiffen and your legs shake. Yet, Denki does not speed up, maintaining his languid pace and dangling true bliss right in front of your eyes. 

“F-fuuck… Denki, please...” 

Your heart is in your throat, and your body aches from the tension, you need release. You can feel the smirk on his lips as you beg him. 

At the peak of your high, delirious from the need to cum but not being given enough friction to tumble over the edge, Denki lifts two long, slender fingers to your wet cunt and slowly pushes them inside you, the feeling of being filled up driving the air out of your lungs. 

Quickly, Denki finds that spongy spot inside you and presses against it, moving his fingers right against it while his lips and tongue focus on your clit. 

It takes seconds for you to ascend, body going rigid as your muscles contract around his fingers and your orgasm is forced out of you with a strangled moan. He does not slow down. 

One strong arm wraps around your thigh, keeping you still while his mouth continues to ravage you, fingers slipping in and out with precision. He was intending to force another orgasm out of you without giving you time to recover from the first. 

Your arms and legs feeltingly and limp, and Denki has to support your weight all while eating you out like a man starved. His cock is painfully hard in his tight jeans, but he’ll be damned if he doesn’t make you cum one more time on his face. 

You taste like wild honey, and your whiny pleas fuel him to keep going, marveling in the feeling of you becoming tighter and tighter for him, chest heaving erraticly and shaky fingers scratching at his arms and shoulders. You are about to come undone for him. 

Before your mind can respond to your body, the coil in your belly snaps, and you gush onto his fingers with a scream, squirting in his earger mouth as he licks up every clear droplet. He removes his fingers and helps you come down from your high with gentle kisses over your swollen clit and soft thighs. 

Your mind is spinning, but your ears register the sound of a belt unbuckling. Groggily opening your eyes, you are met with the image of him keeping his t-shirt tucked between his teeth as he fists his cock to the sight of you. His pupils are blown — only a thin ring of gold remaining. He closes the gap between you again, his warm length resting on your sticky cunt, slowly gliding between your folds. 

You open your mouth to ask if he has condoms, but he seems to have already read your mind. 

“Don’t have any on me, but I’m clean, and I won’t put it in.” His words are rushed, and he is far too entranced by the feel and sound of wetness to even look you in the eyes. 

You can’t even bother to argue, too tired and blissed out with a new sesnse of hunger growing in the pit of your stomach. Your hips instinctively move to meet his thrusts, the mushroom tip of his cockhead grinding into your sensitive clit, and you just want more. Tired hands reach out to him, thumb rubbing over his cheek as he leans into your touch, kissing your palm with his eyes shut as his hips thrust faster against your sloppy wet cunt. 

“Fuck, gorgeous, you have no idea how bad I wanna be inside ya.” He nips at your hand still resting on his cheek and growls lowly, frustrated by his own imagination of how snug you would feel around his cock. 

Drunk on his words and the previous two orgasms he forced out of you, you want him just as bad. Throwing all logic and reasoning out the window you use the last of your strenght to lift your hips and line him up to your entrance, slamming your hips down and taking his cock all at once with a yelp. 

“P-Please, please…” You mumble in a chant as your velvety walls spasm around his girth, mouth loosly hanging open and a bit of drool trickling down your chin. You were so beautifully fucked out, heavy eyelids giving you the most seductive look. 

Finally overcoming his shock and managing to stifle his impending orgasm, Denki moves his hips and curses under his breath at the feeling of your gummy walls sucking him in. Grinning wolfishly at the way your eyes roll to the back of your head, small hands gripping his sleeve for dear life, he angles his hips to thrust his cock right into your sweet spot making you scream his name in pleasure. 

God, if he hadn’t edged himself half to insanity, he’d want to stay buried in your warm cunt for the whole evening, but you felt so good, he knew he wouldn’t last. Hooking his arms under your knees and then linking his finger behind your neck he rams his cock fervently inside you. The angle change of this position made you feel him all the way in your stomach, your clit slapping against his pelvis with each thrust. Snaking a hand between your bodies you circle a finger over your clit to help yourself while he uses you as a fleshlight.

“That’s right sweetness, keep doing that, you need to cum one more time f’me. One more.” 

Folding you even more and slamming you on his cock he could feel your insides trying to push him out as a third orgasm washes over you, more clear liquid splashing against his abdomen as you cry out his name.

Letting you out of the headlock, he pulls out quickly, pumping his fist over his cock as his balls thighten, and he empties his seed all over your wet cunt, smearing his cum over your clit and folds with a relieved sigh.  

Still caging you in with his arms at your sides, he leans down to place a kiss on your forehead. 

“You good?” You answer with a weak nod, and he can’t help but chuckle at how exhausted you are reaching over for the kitchen paper. “Sorry, it’s the closest thing I can clean you up with.” 

After catching your breath and no longer being covered in sticky cum, post-nut clarity finally settles in, and you chew on your lower lip, anxiously pondering the consequences of your actions. 

“Don’t freak out, pretty girl.” He’s his usual charming self now, feline eyes crinkling in a smile. “You don’t want anything serious, nor do I, and if word gets out at work we’d be both in trouble. So, how about we keep this between us?” 

Offering you a perfect escape — the final part of his plan. You smile widely glad to know you’re both on the same page, the anxiety dying down. 

“Also, sorry to bust a load and hit the road, but my landlord has left me like 12 messages about some emergency at the flat so I think I should really go check it out, might be a flood.” He awkwardly scratches his neck, showing that he feels bad about this. 

“Oh, don’t worry about it! Go, I hope it isn’t flooded.” You turn to grab one of the abandoned pizzas on the table. “Why don’t you take this with you? You never got to eat it anyway. Won’t be as good as fresh pizza, but it’s something…” 

He grins widely, accepting the pizza and giving you a chaste kiss on the cheek. 

“Thank you. I’ll see you at work then, newbie?” 

“See you then.” 

Escorting him to the door you lock it behind him and rest your back to the door taking a deep breath. 

Walking outside of your apartment complex, Denki pulls his phone out of his back pocket and dials a number under the name “Landlord Toshi”. 

“Hey man, thanks for always having my back with the apartment ‘emergencies.’” The blonde laughs into the phone. “Yea, I told you she was gonna be easy — fresh out of a relationship, wants to let loose and make up for lost time, constantly feels like she has to be in control so naturally gives the reins away when it comes to fucking. It was a fun little challenge.” 

“You dog.” The man on the other line chuckles and a bong can be heard in the background. “You gonna tap that again?” 

“Nah, she seems the type to catch feels.” Denki lights up the other joint in his cigarette tin and gets in his car, revving the engine. “Plus, the only reason I did this was to even the bet scores at work while Touya is still on vacation.”

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[justmymindandstuff]

Bounded by fire and pain - Helaena Targaryen x Aegon II Targaryen // Green Siblings

summary: In the night Aemond finally gets his dragon, he also loses an eye. Aegon can hardly bear the guilt and hatred. He can't stand the sight of himself. Strangely, the person who helps him the most is the last person he expected it from. His sister and future wife, Helaena. And somehow Aegon manages to find his place again.

words: 2.552

Warnings: Blood, injuries, family problems, Fluff(?), Targtower Siblings dynamic, this family needs therapy like soo much therapy

AO3

A/N: I need more Helaegon fics ( If you know some good ones please send them to me). I love their doomed failmarriage. Soo I write out this headcanon I have about the Night after Driftmark. I hope you like it :) It was actually planned as a Helaegon exclusive but somehow I got carried away at the end so we also have a "guest appearance" from Alicent and Aemond and is a bit more about family.

sequel/ part 2

Enlish is not my native language

Gif not mine // requests are open :)

Anyways have fun and be kind.

The room is illuminated only by a few candles, Aegon stumbles over some of his belongings as he enters. His steps are unsteady. The wine in his blood still troubles him. He would prefer to reach for the next cup right away. He wants to drink so much that he completely forgets this entire evening.

Aegon sits down on the uncomfortable bed. The room is unfamiliar. Everything here is unfamiliar. He hates it. He wished he could just walk out, mount Sunfyre, and flee from this island. But of course, all exits are now better guarded, and a Kingsguard stands at the end of the corridor. Aegon has to wait until tomorrow before he can finally leave Driftmark. And hopefully these memories as well.

Aegon closes his eyes for a moment to soothe the headache a little. An image of his brother appears, his pain-wracked face, the clenched hands around the chair, and the tightly pressed lips.

Aemond was brave. Not a single sound escaped his lips as the master removed the rest of his eye and stitched up the wound. At the sight of it, Aegon feld sick. He had to turned away. He couldedn´t bear the sight of his little brother, now forever mutilated.

Aegon opens his eyes again and gets up from the bed. He starts to pace restlessly back and forth in the room. The desperate pleading of his mother ringing in his ears. She demanded justice, but his father simply ignored her and brushed her aside like a doll.

He's been doing that his whole life, Viserys pushes aside his mother, his siblings, and him. Usually he ignores that they even exist.

Aegon's temples throb, he searches for a cup of wine, but finds nothing. He needs to distract himself. He can't think about it. His steps are getting faster, he keeps pacing back and forth. Aegon feels the tiredness pulling at him, yet he cannot close his eyes. He cannot bear the memory of his brother.

And the strong bastards have once again gotten away without punishment.

A hot rage rises within him.

He is angry with his nephews.

Angry about his half-sister.

Angry about his father.

He hates them all.

Aegon grabs the nearest object and throws it against the wall. The small wooden box breaks against the stone wall into its individual pieces. He couldn't care less.

His gaze lingers on the mirror. His long blonde hair is sticking out in all directions and is tangled. Restless and dull eyes stare back at him. Aegon cannot stand his own reflection. He approaches the small mirror and wants to smash it.

But his gaze is distracted by an old pair of scissors.

Without really thinking, Aegon reaches for it and begins to roughly cut individual strands of his blonde hair haphazardly. His hand trembles as the first strands of hair fall to the ground, and with them, the first tears fall from his eyes. Aegon angrily brushes them away with the back of his hand. Then he roughly grabs his hair again to cut off the next strand. His scalp pulls painfully when he tugs at his hair. But this pain is preferable to the pain in his heart.

His hand trembles, and his reflection in the mirror is blurred by the tears in his eyes. In the next moment, a pain shoots through his hand. Damn! The scissors had caught his hand.

Aegon throws them onto the table and looks at his hand. Blood flows over the palm of his hand and his fingers, dripping onto the ground.

The sight of his furious mother as she goes after his half-sister comes back to his mind. She bleds today as well. Aegon had never seen his mother like this before. He knows that Aemond is her favorite son and that she loves him with all her heart. But that she fights for him like that surprised him. And his heart filled a little with warmth. At least his brother has someone fighting for him. Aegon curse quietly.

"What are you doing there?"

Startled, he flinches and turns around. Unnoticed by him, his sister opened the door and entered the room.

"Nothing," he says. "Go away." He sounds meaner than he actually intended, but he wants to scare her off, so being meaner is better.

But Helaena does not disappear. Instead, she approaches him. While she goes to him, she tears the fabric of her skirt. Aegon watches her skeptically. She stops in front of him and reaches for his injured hand. Aegon is pulling it away.

"I said go away." he hisses at her again.

Helaena looks at him critically for a moment. Her gaze is uncomfortable for him. He doesn't want her to see him like that. He doesn't want anyone to see him like that.

"No." she answers and simply reaches for his hand again. Her fingers are warm as she touches his hand.

Aegon could theoretically shove them away. But he doesn't want to hurt her. After all, she is his sister.

Even if she is strange.

Even if she constantly has disgusting creepy-crawlies with her.

Even if she will someday be his wife. Or maybe precisely because of that?

Helaena starts to wipe away the blood and then bandages the cut with the fabric she tore from her skirt.

"That's just a small cut. It will heal without a scar," she then says. Helaena examines him closely. Aegon cannot stand her gaze, so he looks at his hands. Helaena still holds his in hers. She wasn't really thorough when it came to wiping off the blood. She even stained her own hands with blood.

"How do you know that?" Aegon asks, as the silence in the room is so uncomfortable that he can no longer bear it. He has no idea why he is asking that. He doesn't know what else to ask.

Helaena is his sister and his future wife, but she is also a stranger.

Aegon knows that it's his fault. He pushed her away from him, called her crazy, and repeatedly stated loudly that he did not want to marry a crazy woman.

"I am listening," Helaena replies, reaching for the scissors. "Sit down, otherwise I can't reach the top hair."

He is surprised by himself that he listens to her and sits down. Would she stab him with the scissors?

He deserves it.

He hasn't been a good brother for a long time. If he ever was one.

Helaena starts cutting his hair. She is cautious, and it is clearly more pleasant as it was as he tried to cut it.

"I also always hear what you say about me."

Aegon's mouth is dry. He never thought about how his sister felt with all his silly remarks. He didn't even think she would pay attention to him.

"I'm sorry for what I said," he whispers, unsure if she even heard him.

"I know," she replies to him. Aegon doesn't know what to say. He just keeps watching as more and more bundles of blonde hair fall to the ground. He feels that with each strand, a little of the weight on his shoulders lifts. The burden of the Targaryens.

He hates them all. His father, his half-sister, and his uncle. He hates the way they look at his mother, the way they smile at his siblings and him. He hates them all.

But he loves his mother, he would die for her and he will fight for her, just as she fought for Aemond today.

He loves his brother, even though he is always mean to him.

He loves his sister, even if he doesn't understand her in the slightest. Aegon can hardly looking at her for more than five minutes. Every time he did, guilt crushes him.

Once they are married, she can no longer escape him. Aegon will pull her into his darkness, and in the end, nothing will be left of the girl who was once his sister. He would plunge her into her misfortune.

How could she ever be happy with someone like him?

Aegon knows that he is not good enough.

His father shows it to him every day. He is not good enough for him, and that's why he is not the heir.

Helaena sets the scissors aside and runs her fingers through his hair, allowing the last loose strands to fall to the ground. Aegon leans into the almost tender touch and closes his eyes for a moment. Helaena carefully tucks a strand behind his ears. When Aegon opens his eyes again, he has to blink away tears and has to swallow a few times.

"Thank you for your help," he whispers and only then looks in the mirror. The typical long hair of the Targaryens is gone, instead, his blonde hair stops just below his ears. He wishes for a moment to get rid of the blonde, but he's not a strong bastard, so he has to live with it. Aegon suddenly feels lighter, and as he breathes in, he has the feeling that the air is truly reaching his lungs since a long time.

"That looks good on you," says his sister with a slight smile. Aegon turns his head towards her.

"Why are you so nice?" he asks confused. "I don't deserve this. I have neglected you, insulted you, and made fun of you. I don't deserve this kindness. You should have stabbed me with that damn scissors, then we would both be freed from our fate."

Helaena is silent for a moment. "Our fate," she says then and sighs. "There is nothing we can do to escape our fate."

Her voice sounds a bit distorted, and Aegon has to suppress the reflex to make fun of her and say something mean. Instead, he sighs.

"I'm sorry. I'm really sorry that I'm such a bad brother. I did not deserve any of your kindniss." he admits then.

"You deserve kindniss because you are a human Aegon. And I am your sister. I am you Family. You don´t have to earn that your Family cares for you and loves you. You are not a monster, Aegon. You are simply lost. But you will find your way back," she says with such confidence that Aegon wants to believe her. Even if he doesn't know if he can do it. He nods and tries it with a smile.

"I will do better." it sounds like a vow even though it isn't one.

"You will. Come on now," Helaena says, extending her hand to him.

"Where are we going?" Aegon asks, confused. He doesn't reach for her hand, and after a moment, she lets it drop again.

"To Mother and Aemond. It is better if we are all together today."

Helaena turns around and leaves her brother's room. She doesn't turn around, she knows that he is following her.

Helaena does not go to Aemond's chambers but to those that have been assigned to the queen.

Ser Criston stands dutifully at the door. When he sees the two children, he nods slightly and opens the door. Aegon steps behind Helaena, trying to hide behind her.

The queen's chambers are almost deserted, a small fire still burns in the fireplace, and otherwise, candles are lit. Alicent lies in the bed, holding her younger son tightly in her arms. Aegon can hear Aemond sobbing even though he is hiding his face against her shoulder. He sees how the body of his little brother trembles under his sobs. Aegon feels sick at the sight and would prefer to turn around and run away. But Helaena's hand closes around his and she squeezes it gently. Her grip is gentle even though he notices that she is tensing her muscles, ready to hold him firmly at any moment should he attempt to escape. Helaena is Aegon's little sister, but she is also Aemond's big sister, and Aemond needs his family now.

His mother lets her gaze glide over the short hair, the blood-stained hands of her children, and the bandage on Aegon's hand.

"Are you allright?" she asks her older children while her hand gently cares over Aemond's narrow shoulders.

Aegon just nods.

"Yes. We wanted to be together tonight," says Helaena as she approaches the bed. "May we stay?"

The corners of his mother's mouth twitch slightly, and Aegon is sure she almost smiled. But she doesn't do it. Aegon is afraid that his mother will never smile again. Alicent lifts the blanket that is over her and Aemond. Helaena gently pulls on his hand so Aegon has to move. Helaena slips under the covers next to Alicent. Aegon hesitates for a moment but then climbs into the big bed and lies down next to his brother under the blanket. Suddenly, Aegon feels like he is five years old again, and his mother has taken them all out of their beds to let them sleep with her in the queen's large comfortable bed. A strange feeling of warmth spreads within him.

Aemond slightly turns his head towards him. At the sight of the large red wound across his face, Aegon has to swallow. This scar would never disappear. Just like the scar on Aemond's heart. They all have the same scar on their hearts. In this case, it was Viserys who wielded the blade.

"You look terrible with short hair," Aemond says with a trembling voice but a hint of a smile on his lips. Tears gather in Aegon's eyes.

"You too," he replies in a hoarse voice. Aemond laughs briefly and then his body is shaken by the next sob. Aegon doesn't know if he is in pain or if he is simply hurt because of the injustice that has happened to him. He hesitates for a second, but then he carefully puts his arm around his little brother. Carefully, he gently pulls him closer.

"I'm so sorry," he whispers with a trembling voice, blinking to hold back the tears. Then he hears his mother's sobbing next to him, so he looks at her. Tears are running down Alicent's cheeks again. She holds Helaena in her other arm and now reaches out her hand to Aegon. He hesitates again for a moment before reaching for her hand. She wraps her hand around his, and as he feels the warmth of her hand, he can no longer help himself but let the tears run down his cheek.

"Mummy I´m sorry I failed you. It will not happend again. I promise. I will protect all of us from now on. I swear it Mummy." this time it is a vow.

His mother nods slightly and squeezes his hand. Then she kisses Helaena's blonde head and Aemond's forehead. She always did that before she put them to bed. Aegon had forbidden it years ago. Now, however, he slides closer to her and lets his mother kiss his forehead. Her tears hit his cheeks and mix with his. But as Aegon sinks back into the pillows and holds his little brother in his arms, the anger, the hatred, the fear and the guilt feels just a little bit less terrible.

Aegon had forgotten what it feels like to be with his family. That wouldn't happen to him again.

**

part 2/sequel

[bigdumbbambieyes]

dental hygienist smut based on this post for @wickedlydevious jfnfkfnf 🤍🦷

Steve wouldn’t call it a kink, or even a fetish, because he’s never had an erection while cleaning anyone’s teeth.

So, it was maybe a sort of twisted conditioning that his boyfriend has put upon him.

Because Steve’s had weird sex before. He once fucked a girl who needed to have all of her teddy bears watching, which had been eerily strange and he’d not called her afterwards, but Billy was weird in a sexy kinda way.

Like, whenever his boyfriend felt particularly lazy or even drunk, he’d pepper a kiss to Steve’s neck and cheek and ask in a mumble: “Can you brush my teeth?”

It wasn’t weird to Steve because he did this for a living — he cleaned teeth!! He flossed and scraped and swished people’s mouths in order to afford a living. Seeing as it was how he’d met Billy, the ask wasn’t too weird or out of left field.

So, he complied. He watched Billy sit himself on the counter and close his eyes, almost zone out, as Steve carefully brushed those pearly whites (which Steve was still angry about because Billy was perfect in all ways, which of course included his naturally straight teeth, the bastard).

But, there wasn’t anything sexual about it. He’d tell Billy to spit and his boyfriend would lean to the side to do that into the sink, and Steve would brush again. He’d even get Billy to swish with mouthwash after.

It was like that for the next few occurrences, until one night, when Billy was particularly touchy.

Wrapping his legs around Steve’s waist and pulling him in, keeping him close. Playing with Steve’s hair at the nape of his neck, staring into his dark eyes, half-lidded.

And no matter how far Steve put the toothbrush, Billy never gagged.

Steve, as usual, had reached for the mouthwash when Billy stopped him and looked into his eyes, leaned in, until their lips were almost touching, and he’d whispered, “You wanna make a mess outta my mouth now that you’ve cleaned it?”

Dubiously, and maybe dumbly, Steve had asked, “How?”

And Billy, in that low timbre, had replied, “Want you to spit in my mouth before I go down on you," he wet his lips with a little swipe of his tongue, "Want you to cum in my mouth and watch me swallow it…”

And, well.

Cool, minty kisses peppered Steve's lips and neck in the next moment, a hot palm at the front of his sweats, getting him harder and harder as Billy sucked and bit love bites onto his skin. Steve sighed out a moan, pulling Billy off of the counter and watching him kneel, his blue eyes so dark as they peered up at him. It's beautiful how Billy's cheeks flush whenever he's aroused, hot all over as he pulls Steve's sweats down and still staring up at him even as the slick tip prods at his chin and mouth.

Billy's mouth opens, tongue sticking out; expectant.

Steve leans down and does as his boyfriend wants, spitting right onto his tongue and murmuring, "Good boy."

As always, Billy moans and takes Steve into his mouth, his mouth hot and wet and clean as he sucks and licks around the tip of Steve's cock, his eyes fluttering closed as he takes him deeper and deeper, until Steve can feel the flutter of his throat.

"Fuck," he sighs, grabbing onto the counter with both hands as he slowly pushes deeper, watching his boyfriend carefully and feeling warm hands on his hips.

Slowly, together, they fuck Billy's mouth and throat; the soft hums and wet clicks of his boyfriend's throat making his balls draw up tight, stuttering out Billy's name in warning.

He pulls back, just enough for the tip to stay in Billy's mouth, resting against his tongue as he cums, his jaw dropping with a long groan as he watches Billy pull back even further, suckling at the tip of his oversensitive cock until Steve breathes out a laugh and pulls away fully.

"Let me see," he murmurs, staring down at the blond.

Billy opens his mouth and sticks out his tongue, covered in white, and Steve spits on it again.

And with a moan, Billy brings his tongue back into his mouth and swallows it, pupils blown wide as he shows Steve it again, pink and clean once more.

With a desperate huff, Steve pulls his boyfriend to his feet and shoves him towards the bedroom.

The next time Billy comes in for a cleaning at the office, Steve has to will away his erection with thoughts of cavities and gingivitis.

[r3linx]

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a/n: random drabble bc while a couldn't sleep.

this week was tiring. tiring like nothing you could’ve imagine in those past years of yours. going through this again would be a torture invented by satan himself to make you regret even your existence. and like this, you were laying on the bed, some loose white shirt effortlessly thrown over your upper-body, showing your back’s outline faintly, facing downwards, sighing into the pillow what was nearly suffocating the breath out of you until you heard the door open then shutting back almost immediately.

“sweets, y’know what i told you about people who lay on their chests.” you could practically hear that shit eating grin he had on his face as he scolded you —or at least pretended to, just to seem like the caring boyfriend he deep down is— a groan from your throat, muffled against the pillows.

“hamna.” this probably wasn’t the time you were in for jokes or his stupid advices thrown around in the air. he raised one eyebrow —though you still didn’t face him, you heard the killing silence in the room— shuji placed one of his hands on his hips, bucking it forward slightly and cocking his head. “i’m not in the mood for your stupid stuff..” you broke the silence, trying to shoo him shu away, but you love him. you love him truly, he always tried to accommodate you, your feelings, your thoughts, your mood-swings.

he raised his hand which was hanging low on his side in a defending manner “‘kay, ‘kay girl… goddamn..” now it was shuji’s turn to let out an exhale. “i just don’t want those pretty tits of yours hurt, y’know—” you went nuts to his words, pushing yourself away from the cushions by your hand, jaw clenching. you were pretty close to snap at him in any minute, but unfortunately for you, he continued “besides! i— uhh— i don’t want your back to— uhh— hurt. yeah—… yeah! that’s right!” the taller male’s voice didn’t break, it was as steady as before but with a little raise of his tone, “don’t be mad, sugar, just listen to me, yeah? i want your body to be as healthy as… possible… yeah..” after he finished his sentence, he couldn’t resists the urge by now, neither tried and a laugh fell from his lips. you turned slowly your head in his direction as you listened to his concern about your posture. he made his way next to you and felt the mattress shrink just beside you as you pushed your face back into the pillow’s warm and safety to try and not to get even a glance at this man at the current moment.

then silence sat between you, he just waited minutes for you to act and you also waited minutes for him to leave. it was all so beautiful and calm and quiet until.

“you’re not going to leave, are you?”

“that’s right, girl.”

a few mumbled curses sinked into the silk beige colored pillowcase which you would kill for at the moment but even so, your dear boyfriend’s request were much more important. so in defeat you rolled over, your side hitting his arm with which he leaned on in his sitting position “happy now, fucker?” you grumbled, lips in thin line and eyes smoothly rolling in annoyance. another grin curled up on his face, you examined his features, wet black and blonde locks now sticking to his forehead, taking up space so that he barely could see through past them. the thin black shirt’s edge danced on his collarbone, orbs almost piercing through you, since you know how much cockiness and arrogance that bastard held in his thick skull which you could never crack, you knew how he would rather die than breaking eye contact and seem even just by a little bit weaker than you. therefore he mocked you instead when you were the one averting his gaze, just like now. you were on the verge of pulling all his hair out from his scalp with a quick movement but decided to take it easy and simply ignore him.

“i knew you would do that.” he starts again.

“don’t speak to me.”

“you’re at it again huh..” and in this moment you looked back at his face, seeing him now frown. your heart sank as you couldn’t decide how he truly was hurt or it was just another one from his schemes to make you feel pity towards his dear soul. he seemed bitter, it happened more and more often. how you were nothing close to kind and gentle when your mind and body was drained from work, it just left him sorrowful and the thought of him not being able to help or even cheer you with puns was a fear he always had. he missed and longed again for those times your laughter painted the walls and not yells that was closer to nails on chalkboard than anything ‘soft’.

he nodded, his fingers scratching the back of his neck, shuji faced away and gulped down a lump on his throat. “okay.. i get it.. you can talk to me if you decide to, anytime, just so you know.” his voice falters, internally reminding himself yet again to not run his mouth without any thinking. from instincts, you grasped your fingers around his wrists, with the intent keeping him in his place.

in an instant he hovered back over you, just as if your touch erased all of his earlier thoughts from his head of leaving you alone. his arm freed themself easily from your grip and his hands landed on both of your sides. shuji sat there, somehow still pinning down your relaxed body, you facing towards him.

you moved your arm past his, and cupped his cheeks hesitantly, almost as if he’s going to be hurt by your feather-light touch. he shut his eyes close, enjoying your scent, your skin’s feelings on his face. it burned deep inside his memory, stored away in the deepest and most hidden places of his mind. to remember it, to remember you, on the days when you’re not there, if fates decides that you must continue your ways separately. even though he still doesn’t probably won’t even know what to do—

“what’re you thinking about, shuji?” his eyes went wide, lips still trembling, but only listening to your voice now. you could read him, like an open book placed in front of you. you asked him, what’s he thinking about, but in reality you already knew, you already knew how paranoid he was about losing you, about forgetting you one day in the future. the depths were crazy, he found himself go to keep you. it left you shocked, thinking he would not be able to love someone truly and right in this lifetime.

“well—”

“i won’t leave you.”

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𓈈 ᵈᵒ ⁿᵒᵗ ᶜᵒᵖʸ, ᵐᵒᵈⁱᶠʸ ᵒʳ ᵘᵖˡᵒᵃᵈ ᵐʸ ʷᵒʳᵏ ᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘʳˢ!

[blacklegsanjiii]

OP Rarepair Week

Day Four Alternate Universe / Clothing Swap

Mihawk was fourteen the first time he climbed into her window.

Not much has changed the last twenty years as he climbed into the window of his and Sora’s room on Kuriagana to avoid waking the children who were sleeping in the sitting room near the entrance. Possibility to entrap him in their fort he saw through a window as he walked up. He would not be the rainbow haired children who knew how to use their begging eyes against him more than he would like and he was weak to them.

It’s his own damn fault for constantly giving in but then again there would be nothing else he would love to do than spoil his family. Alas he would like to spend time with the songbird who was in their bed, awake and interested in something according to his haki. He tapped lightly on the window and the former queen looked over in shock only to rush over and unlock the window pushing one pane open for him to climb through. Her soulmark bared on her forearm as she helped him into the room, Kotagana opposite of Yoru, blades he had not even had at that point and confused them endlessly in their teens.

“The hell are you doing?” Sora asks as he straightens and smiles at her.

“Our lovely rainbow of children are downstairs waiting to ensnare me, they’re asleep but you know them.” Mihawk chuckles as he pulls her close, her face level with the bird and sky emblazoned on his chest, bright and colorful like the kids downstairs.

“Oh, what a horrible fate to succumb to for a man with a literal death wish.” Sora rolled her eyes at him as she wrapped her arms around him and he rested his hands on her waist. They kissed slow and languid as Mihawk relished in the fact he had his soulmate, they had children and all of them had emotions, even if it was a bit of a trial to ensure that. The smattering of footsteps up the stairs ended things before Mihawk could get reacquainted properly with his destined though. Sure enough, the door flung open and Reiju pointed at them.

“He’s back! I knew it!” She yelled with a large toothy grin as the quadruplets rushed past her and towards the soulmates by the window. They were circled by children immediately as Reiju looked awfully pleased with herself as Sora laughs at him and he groans.

“You lot were supposed to be asleep.” Mihawk sighs.

“And you were supposed to be home hours ago!” Yonji chastises back in all his ten year old glory.

“Yeah, it’s not our fault you’re late.” Sanji helps his little brother.

“I do not control the wind.” Mihawk argues with bafflement at the two as Niji, the little bastard, starts climbing him as Sora laughs harder. “What on earth are you doing?”

“Claiming the high ground, to the bed!” Niji answers and then orders his father pointing erratically at the bed as he continues to climb the man.

“And you best not fall young man, come on, bed, everyone!” Sora claims captain of the house immediately as the four children with their feet planted firmly on the floor bolt to the large bed they have and the parents and Niji follow slower much to the blue haired child’s dismay.

Mihawk pulls him off and sits on the bed with Niji on his lap as Sora sits and pulls Sanji into hers, stroking the blond hair of their son as the kids get next to them. Sanji laughs at his siblings who claim it’s unfair that their siblings are being held and thusly the parents are pulled further into the bed and then have children pile on them more.

“And what happened while I was away?” Mihawk chuckles as he pushes Reiju’s bangs from her face, entrusting her answer the most.

“Mm, not a lot. Yonji riled up the human drills and then set them after the others. Mama stopped that real quick. Then Sanji kicked Niji and that went as well as expected-” Reiju says.

“I didn’t break anything!” Sanji interrupts.

“Yeah, we’re fine!” Niji agrees.

“Then Ichiji decided he was going to be dumb and try to convince the other three to all set sail and Mama and Sanji and I baked a lot.” Reiju finishes with a nod and Mihawk lets out a soft laugh at the shenanigans his boys pulled while he was away, thankful Sanji was fine after trying to kick his brother. Sanji was the only true human of their children, all five of them modified by Sora’s former husband but the poison she drank undid Sanji’s mutations and some of the other quads.

When Mihawk had found out his soulmate had drank poison to save her children, which became his during the escape and probably always were his children, he had almost derailed the escape to kill the King of Germa. Sora had talked him out of it and Mihawk would listen to his soulmate over his own need to kill most of the time. Sora would always have his respect and as his soulmate she would have his heart and he took her opinion on matters seriously. Still he wished his songbird would let him go kill the man that had kept them apart longer than he had liked and hurt her and their kids. Sanji was also the only one to have a soulmark like he and Sora did, further solidifying his humanity over his siblings.

The pattern like a snake skin on the boy’s shoulder and up barely touching his neck. Mihawk hums as he runs a hand through Reiju’s hair, catching a couple small knots in her he works easily with his fingers. Reiju leans into the touch and he welcomes her easily, he loves her so of course it’s easy.

“I hope I love my soulmate as much you guys love each other.” Sanji says with a smile.

“Your soulmate isn’t going to love you as much as we do!” Ichiji points at the blond as he claims this, like it’s a challenge and they’ve already won.

“We’ll just have to see about that.” Sora says as she pulls Ichiji to lay down on them. They all fall asleep rather quickly, tired after all was said and done. Mihawk hums and gives Sora one last kiss to the temple before he succumbs to the weight of bodies on him and falls asleep.

[g-in-love]

A Recipe for Love, Pt. 1

I wanted to write a cute little story about Grayson x Reader, and the fact that he loves cookies like Xander loves scones was so sweet to me.

Synopsis: Gigi Grayson’s brother shows up on Valentine’s Day, and his love for cookies leads to an unexpected plan.

Trigger Warnings: kind of long, slight cursing and bad writing

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You could just hear the change in tone of the customers, becoming more joyful by the minute. Good. Valentine's Day should be happy for everyone. Even people as single as me.

"Heyyyy," Gigi called, dragging out the end, "Happy Valentine's Day, girl!"

She was dressed in the cutest pink dress, with red accents popping through. She was stunning.

Next to her was possibly the most drop dead handsome man you'd ever seen. Blonde hair styled to seem effortless, the most magnetic grey eyes and an expensive suit, fitting his body perfectly.

You looked away from the guy, and beamed at Gigi.

"Gigi! What are you doing here? It's so good to see you!"

Gigi was practically bouncing off the walls. The guy next to her looked at her, amused. Was he a date?

"I wanted to show this guy some of my favorite places around town, and he wanted to stuff his face with cookies. Don't let the suit fool you. It's Valentine's Day, and my dear brother shares the same doomed fate as me on this day. Single," she whispered dramatically.

She had a brother? This was news to you.

"Gigi, you have a brother? You disappear from my life for two weeks and show up again with a brother? Is this how you treat your best friend?" you scoffed dramatically, clutching your heart.

She snorted, and her so called "brother" tensed. He finally spoke, in a deep voice as smooth as butter melting.

"I'm Juliet's brother, yes. And she needs to learn that I don't 'stuff my face with cookies', and she especially needs to learn to not share the details of my love life with strangers."

With that, he shot a 'look' at Gigi. She just poked him with a red nail in his ribs and stuck out her tongue. A stranger? You knew that he didn't know you, but that hurt. Turning to me, she continued,

"We wanted to eat cookies since Grayson here absolutely loves them. Do you have any for us brokenhearted, absolutely single people? You know, I wouldn't be single if brother dearest hadn't made me stop talking to Mr. Tall and Handsome, Code Name: Mimo-"

He cleared his throat loudly and sternly lectured his sister.

"We've talked about this. Stay away from the bastard. He's dangerous, Juliet."

I looked questioningly at them both, and decided to not push. Especially since it seemed that "Grayson" here didn't want anything other than the cookies.

"Anyways," I said brightly, "I made these cookies especially for today. I assume you don't want the Lover's cookies. What about these? I call them the Heartbreakers. They're double chocolate chip cookies with fudge mixed half with my Red Velvet inspired cookies."

I show them the selections, and the Heartbreakers cause Grayson to pause, and I swear, his eyes go wide with hidden delight. Gigi smiles wide and hands me the money. I fill a box with the cookies and hold it out to them with the change.

"Keep the change," Grayson said gently. He grabbed the box with delicate hands, and his fingers brushed mine for a heartbeat. My own heart fluttered. Stop it, I told myself harshly. This man could never want someone like you. And he's Gigi's brother.

Gigi smiled. "I went shopping today and I took it upon myself to get enough clothing for the both of us, so I have the cutest dress for you! And I'll be sitting here with Gray. I need to talk to you after your shift, too!"

And with that, Gigi and Grayson sat down at one of the tables. It was getting late, and sunset was on the verge. Thankfully, the bakery was empty except for the two of them, and your shift was almost over, anyway. You worked for an hour, cleaning up as you went, and looked back at the tables. Gigi was still there, chatting animatedly with Grayson. But his eyes weren't on her. They were on you.

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You sat down at Gigi's table once your shift ended, and she smiled. Grayson looked at you and smiled the slightest bit, so subtle that you couldn't tell unless you looked closely. Which you were.

You looked away and Gigi exclaimed, "We should go see the sunset together! All three of us!"

You frowned. "Gigi, I don't want to ruin this new sibling bond you have, and I'm sure your brother wouldn't appreciate a stranger coming along."

He shook his head, and said kindly, "It's quite all right. I don't mind. Gigi, we need to leave in 15 minutes if you want to see the sunset."

Gigi nodded furiously, and looked at me excitedly. "So it's decided. You're coming!! And I need to go to the restroom. Will you come with me?" Her words came out fast, like she didn't want to waste any time.

You were confused, but nodded. She grabbed her shopping bag and ushered me into the bathroom. She pulled out a dress from her bag. It was gorgeous. The dress was a sundress style, which was strapless. It had a tight fitting bodice, almost corset like, and the skirt was long. It was dark red, the color of a bouquet of roses, and you instantly fell in love with it.

"Put it on!" Gigi's voice was giddy.

"Gigi, how can I? Why should I wear the dress? It’s too pretty, and I might just ruin it.”

Gigi just smiled mischievously. “There isn’t a problem with dressing nice on Valentine’s Day, is there?”

You narrowed your eyes. “Are you trying to set me up with your brother? Because y’know, we don’t know each other. Like, at ALL.”

“You wouldn’t mind now, though, would you? You’ve been single for so long. You deserve so much better than your psychotic ex boyfriend!”

“I haven’t had a psychotic ex boyfriend, Gigi. And that’s not the point. I mean, even if I was interested, your brother definitely wouldn’t be.”

“I’ve seen him look at you, multiple times! He seemed really distracted when I told him about potentially adopting another cat… and I turned to see his eyes focused on ONLY. YOU. Trust me, girl, he is far from uninterested.”

You considered what she said, and your traitorous heart raced. “Fine,” you sighed and put the dress on. Out of nowhere, Gigi pulls out a makeup kit, and flawlessly does your makeup in just a few strokes of her makeup brush.

“Wow, Gigi,” you breathed, in awe of the person reflected in the mirror. “You should definitely consider going into the makeup field if your cybersecurity job doesn’t work out.”

Gigi snorted and you both giggled. You headed back to Grayson’s table, and he looked away from the window as we neared him. His eyes widened just a fraction of an inch, and you could see him drinking in your appearance. Gigi’s enthusiasm was finally starting to catch on. “Time for that sunset! Let’s go!”

And with that, Gigi ran out into the parking lot. You waved goodbye to the owner of the bakery, and it left just you and Grayson, standing together awkwardly.

“Shall we depart, madam?” His manners were impeccable. You blushed the slightest bit, and looked him in his pretty silver eyes. “Yes! Let’s go catch that sunset before it’s gone for good.”

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a/n: pls comment and lmk if y’all want a pt 2!

[astraymetronome]

I know this is a really overdue post! Sorry it's taken so long but here is the next chapter of the Trapped Dream AU! I've been pretty busy with college and work but I'm gonna try to get these chapters out more often.

Warnings: Vore, Vomiting, Self-Harm mention, Panic Attacks, Mentioned fatal vore

Chapter 1 | Chapter 3

Tommy had expected more of a reaction from his older brother other than well... Laughter. Techno burst into loud and boisterous laughter when those words passed his lips, it confused him but he understood his brother’s point of view. It probably sounded crazy, one of the best fighters being beaten by some teenager. 

The piglin hybrid was still laughing, leaning over the counter in the kitchen as Tommy anxiously hugged his abdomen. He felt nervous as his brother began to calm down, the avian watching as he caught his breath before speaking up. 

“I need you to be serious with me Tommy.” His brother said simply, the humor still riding his voice as he spoke. The blonde could feel his nerves getting the better of him, he didn’t like being brushed off like some child. He was old enough to be treated and respected the same way anyone else would be. He gave a small glare as he spoke up.

“I am being serious, I ate Dream.” He said sternly. The avian’s wings opened behind him, the feathers flaring as he glared at the man. He knew Techno wasn’t trying to be mean. He knew full well it just didn’t sound like something real, but it was real! He had the bastard green teletubbie sitting in his body where he wouldn’t get out unless he let him out. Tommy watched as Techno’s face shifted through his emotions, a mix of uncertainty and astonishment. 

“Okay, Okay,” Techno mumbled, it was pretty obvious his brother didn’t understand it or really believe him. The blonde knew the piglin didn’t want to know if this was true but he didn’t know how to prove this, if he coughed Dream up he’d either have him taken away, released, or maybe killed. None of them seemed like good options, he couldn’t bring himself to kill him. Dream may be his enemy and his killer, but he still couldn’t fully get himself out of the mindset from those years in exile. 

He recognized the bad situation and how tragic it was to be trapped in such a shitty way of living but he couldn’t bring himself to treat the ram hybrid with any form of remorse. Tommy had been so stuck in his own brain that he only blinked back at the situation when the mug of hot chocolate was pushed up. “Drink up little bird, you need to warm up,” Techno told him with a huff.

Tommy reluctantly sipped at the mug of liquid, he blinked a little bit at the lack of any real flavor as he swallowed a mouthful of what was probably just pure milk.  The blonde blinked for a moment once he swallowed the liquid before panic swelled in his chest. He pushed the cup into his brother’s hands feeling the swell of magic under his skin fade within seconds. “The fuck!” He yelled, looking up at his brother as the piglin spoke. 

“You were acting weird and with pot particles around you-” The man started before Tommy growled, his wings flaring behind him as he glared. He looked a lot like Phil when he flared his feathers, the main difference being their size and wings. He glared, angry as he leaned over the kitchen sink, feeling as Dream began to return kicking up a fuss in his stomach. The teen gaged himself, his older brother quickly trying to stop him as he did this. 

Tommy folded his wings close and chirped angrily before he felt his stomach clench and force a wiggling form up and out of his body. He coughed, a familiar man slipping out of his mouth and into the basin below. He was uncomfortable, trembling slightly as he wiped the mix of saliva and milk off his lip with his sleeve, the uncomfortable tingle of acid burning the back of his throat as he gave a thick swallow. The avian swirled himself around, his finger immediately being pushed against the other man’s chest. 

“You just fucking assumed I was lying!? You could have killed him!” He squawked out. Tommy was mad that Techno had believed he’d lie so much he seemed eager to prove himself right. 

The piglin had quickly put his hands up, a defensive and passive motion to fain innocence. “Heh-” The man started before he stopped and spoke up. “I didn’t know if I believed you! You were talking kind of crazy and had particles, I assumed a potion had a bad effect on your head, Runt.” Tommy found himself growling as he looked at his big brother with a mix of anger and frustration. He understood his brother while also being mad that he’d not believed him. 

“But shit… You actually ate him.” Techno mumbled, taking Tommy’s attention back to the small man. The avian’s eyes drifted, zeroing in on the small form that sat inside the sink. His eyes drifted over his body, taking in the slight red spots of irritation on Dream’s neck and around his ankles. The ram hybrid had started to itch at his skin, clearly unhappy with the situation. He avian glared right back, not scared to meet the blonde man’s gaze as he was spoken to. 

“You’re so fucking stupid, Tommy! You seriously thought eating me was the best way to trap me! How ignorant are you!” Tommy rolled his eyes as he listened to Dream ramble on about how horrible and stupid he was. He glared before moving his hand and turning on the faucet. He held back a giggle as his tormenter sputtered, the man looking like a drowned rat. His pointed ears twitched at the loud laughter behind him, turning over to see Techno kneeling over as his chest racked with chuckles. He couldn’t help the smile that pricked his lips, 

He missed hearing his big brother’s laughter as his wings fluffed up a little. Tommy could feel his flock instincts swelling, wanting to chirp and trill at seeing his flockmate so delighted at something he’d done. He was pleased but he quickly forced the sensation down as he spoke up. “Shut up, you’re lucky I even let you out.” He said sternly. 

He saw the slight look of panic in the man's eyes and the avian was guessing that he wasn’t fond of the sensation of acids against his skin. He felt a sense of control wash over his mind, it was intoxicating but he was swift to shove it away. “Tommy, how long have you… been in this predicament?” Techno asked. He looked over at his older brother, blinking in a bit of surprise. He’d kept Dream for probably just a day… It’s only just a day but it’s felt like he’s been doing this for a week. He ran his hands through his hair. 

“It’s been most of today? But I um… I’ve only had him in for probably about two hours.” He said softly, he felt uncomfortable but he’d been the one to get into this situation and the one to bring it up. He looked up at his older brother, taking note of how the piglin stepped towards the sink. He watched as Techno began to push Tommy away from the sink. 

“I’ll handle this, go drink some water and take a hot shower. You need to warm up little bird. Phil will kill me if he comes back to find you with a cold.” The blonde felt his heart sink at the idea of leaving Dream alone. He didn’t want to risk having the ram hybrid escape! He finally had Dream somewhere he couldn’t escape from and he wasn’t gonna risk letting him hurt others. 

“You can’t let him leave. He’d been threatening Micheal! He’ll hurt him or worse… try to turn him into some reliant puppy..” Tommy found his words hesitantly, it felt too close to home as he held back a shutter of discomfort. He still remembered being treated like some kind of pet back in exile. He refused to be the reason someone else had to feel that way. 

He looked at his big brother, knowing his blue eyes were bleeding with a silent plea. The avian could only hope the piglin would recognize how desperate he seemed. He didn’t like to talk about exile, not even bringing it up to Puffy back in his therapy sessions. He knew she’d had some idea of the things he’d experienced but he hated getting into the thick of the trauma. “I promise I'll keep an eye on him.” 

Tommy nodded at the words, knowing Techno wasn’t someone who liked to lie over something so trivial. He walked towards the stairs, heading up them without another say. He was careful, stumbling into the bathroom. He let his eyes drift down to his wrist, his bandana had slipped free at some point. He’d paniced at the lack of the deep green fabric but the sight of his bare wrist was the cause of his stomach to churn again. He gaged, throwing up this time but not of his fruition. 

He was panting as he leaned over the toilet, finally noticing how his body shook and he felt so much panic in his chest. He got to his feet, nervously as he covered his right wrist with his hand. He was quick to turn on the sink, washing out his mouth of bile before turning on the shower.

He needed a distraction.

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Techno had noticed Tommy’s building panic the entire time they’d been talking. The truth was, he had believed the avian from the start but he knew that right now playing the role of an ignorant observer was the safest situation. He let his eyes drift from the stairs and instead focused on the small man who was sitting in the basin. He held back a growl as he reached over and picked his rival up by the scruff of his green hoodie. His eyes kept flashing back to the marks that littered Tommy’s wrist but mostly the very obvious scar that had been branded into the location of sensitive tendons. 

Tommy’s sword skills had been rougher since his exile. The man had assumed it had been due to the lack of practice in the five-year period but that made more sense. He had recognized the shapes, they were identical to the mask that was currently attached to the small man’s waist. 

“We’re gonna have a long talk.”

⊹ ˖ 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊⊹₊⋆

Thank You guys for reading! @cyncerity

[highcaliberstupidity]

Dog Days Pt.1

Part 2 (TBA)

Soap's never been much of a dog person.

He doesn't mind them, really, he'd loved the pooch he grew up with. But a stranger's dog, specifically a large one, yeah, any man was right to be wary of them, right?

So it's totally excusable for him to yelp like a scared little kid when a forty-kilogram German Shepard assaults him via slobber and tongue in the middle of the park. Minding his own business, drawing away, and then BOOM, several kilos of a very heavy, very wet dog that seemed intent on drowning him in its drool.

Casting his sketch pad and pencils to the side, all he could do was throw up his arms, calling for mercy as the big bastard just kept licking.

"Bloody 'ell, Riley, down!" A gravely, thick accent shouts and the assault comes to a very sudden end. Not before the bastard sticks a paw in his gut for good measure, that is.

For a long moment, all he can do is lay there, blinking confusedly at the blue sky as the slobber starts to dry.

Disgusting.

"Shit, sir, are you alright?" The sun and sky are blotted out, dark brown eyes full of concern and messy blonde hair snatching his attention. "Swear he's not usually like this, got a bit too excited and broke'is damn leash."

All Soap can bring himself to do is stare, blinking stupidly as his jaw falls open a bit. The mutts owner is nothing short of god-like, with wide shoulders and a slender build that tapered out of his line of sight.

Despite the black medical mask covering the lower portion of his face, the big brown eyes expressed all he needed to know as he gaped up at him.

Christ, the fucker was beautiful.

"...Sir?"

"Am I dead?" Oh, good fucking going MacTavish. "Cause you look like an Angel." Yeah, way to put your foot in your mouth you fucking bampot.

Promptly the pale, beautiful face scrunches up, and he could swear he sees a tinge of pink flush across his cheeks. "Did you just hit on me?"

"Did I?"

"Christ, did Riley hit your head off a stone or something?" Actual concern blooms in his eyes now, kneeling down next to him with a low huff. "Most sane men don't try to hit on someone when they're covered in dog spit."

Soap promptly lets out an affronted noise, sitting up fast enough to nearly brain his own skull of the strangers. "Oi, is'yer mutt that slobbered all over me!" He puffs, doing his best not to stare now as his higher brain functions slowly kick back online.

"Right, sorry bout that, he's usually pretty well behaved. Not to sure what got into him." As if summoned, the mutt in question, 'Riley' went in for another lick, only to be gently scruffed by the blonde. "Nough of that lad, leave the poor bastard alone. " He grunts, amusement clear in his tone.

"So, any chance I get to know the name of my beautiful savior?" Jesus Christ, apparently his higher brain function wasn't back up to snuff just yet. The blonde looks at him, and Soap can't quite tell if the squint of his eyes and furrow of his brow is a grin or a grimace.

"Mm, maybe." Brown eyes evaluate him for a moment, fingers toying with the torn end of the leather leash. "Have a coffee with me to make up for Riley, and I'll tell ya."

Soap grins despite the flush of heat that spreads across his own cheeks. "I'sppose I could be convinced, I even know one that's mut-Riley friendly." The blonde snorts, but there's a twinkle in his eyes now.

Yep, definitely grinning.

Pushing up from his squat, the blonde leans down to offer him a hand. "Well, lead the way then, mohawk."

[siilverwiitch]

Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs

Characters: Nakahara Chuuya & Dazai Osamu

Language: English

Words:617

AO3 Link

“So your brother's European?” Dazai asks, turning to the redhead next to him. The gentle breeze moves his hair onto his cheek as he watches his friend's reaction. “How's that work?”

“He's French and not my brother,” Chuuya states before looking at Dazai. “And your guess is as good as mine.”

A silence falls over them as they look out into the bay.

“Either way, does that mean you're French? It would explain your taste in wine.”

“I'm not French, you ass,” the redhead snaps. “I don't know why that blonde bastard insists we're brothers!”

“You look similar.” Chuuya’s head turned to the brunette, a sharp glare aimed the boy's way.

“The fuck's that supposed to mean, shitty bastard! We look nothing alike, we're not even the same nationality.” Chuuya becomes louder and more frustrated as he responds.

“Hair,” Dazai responds, tugging on the length of hair running down Chuuya’s shoulder. “It's even on the same side.”

“Fuck you.” Chuuya stands, his body tense with frustration.

“I would let you, but I don't swing for that team, my dear slug,” Dazai responds, pulling Chuuya back down. “Sit down and breathe. Your head's gonna explode if you keep this up.”

After sitting down, Chuuya puts his head in his hands and makes a frustrated noise. “The fucking jewel trade is easier than this bullshit.”

“Did I go too far?” Dazai says quietly, leaning forward to try and see what emotions Chuuya is hiding behind his hands. “You can smack me if it will make you feel better.”

Before Dazai can fully finish his sentence, he feels the familiar sensation of Chuuya hitting him, though there is no pain. Chuuya’s punch had no anger behind it and was more of a stress release.

“Slug, I'm wounded. Your punch has broken me.” Dazai dramatically clutches his chest and falls back against the concrete, a small smile on his face.

“Idiot.” The redhead watches Dazai with a small laugh. “God, you're dramatic. You've taken worse hits than that; you'll survive.”

“No, I can feel the sweet release of death.” Dazai reaches his hand to the sky before grabbing Chuuya’s arm and pulling him onto the concrete with him. “Feeling better?”

The only response he receives is a punch to his ribs. “I'll take that as a yes.”

Chuuya huffs, trying to suppress a grin, but it breaks through. He looks up at the stars beginning to twinkle in the evening sky. "Why do you always know how to push my buttons?"

"Because, my dear slug," Dazai says, his voice uncharacteristically soft for a moment, "I know you better than anyone else."

Chuuya rolls his eyes but doesn't pull away from Dazai's side. "Doesn't mean you have to exploit it every chance you get."

Dazai laughs, a genuine sound that echoes in the night air. "It's what makes our partnership so dynamic."

"Dynamic," Chuuya repeats with a scoff. "That's one way to put it."

They fall into a comfortable silence, the tension from earlier melting away. The sound of the waves lapping against the shore fills the space between them.

"You know," Chuuya says after a while, "for all your bullshit, you're not the worst person to have around."

"High praise coming from you," Dazai teases, nudging Chuuya with his shoulder.

"Don't let it go to your head."

"Too late."

Chuuya shakes his head, but there's a hint of a smile on his lips. "You're impossible."

"And yet, you tolerate me."

"Someone has to keep you in check."

Dazai grins. "And you do a damn good job of it."

They sit there, side by side, two figures against the backdrop of the vast bay, finding solace in their strange, yet unbreakable bond.

[scarlet-traveler]

During my last request batch I had an anon ask me to do touch #9: listening to the other's heartbeat for krbk and I finally got around to finishing it! Sorry it took so long!

⚠️ brief mention of character death in a dream but otherwise this is more comfort than hurt

~

Katsuki jerked awake, his heart racing and sweat gluing his bangs to his forehead, his cheeks soaked with tears. Sparks of explosions glowed inside his fists where they were balled up next to his pillow, and he quickly pushed himself to sit up, holding his hands close to his body so he didn’t accidentally ignite his sheets. Again.

He leaned against the wall, sucking in a deep breath to steady his heart. He opened his hands, letting his quirk crackle along his palms to burn away the sweat collected there, and the sparks lit up the room in a warm glow. They illuminated Kirishima laying on his back in bed next to him, his eyes scrunching up against the sudden light before they blinked open, sleepy red sliding over to look at Katsuki. “Bakugou…?”

Shit, he didn’t mean to wake Kirishima up. He quickly cut his quirk, the room darkening again besides the strip of moonlight that peeked between Kirishima’s curtains.

Kirishima shifted, rolling so that he was facing Katsuki, eyes more alert and looking concerned. “Was it a nightmare again?” he asked softly.

Katsuki swallowed back the terror that crawled up his throat at the thought of it. He ducked his head, sniffing as he wiped away the tear tracks on face. He didn’t care too much if Kirishima saw, not after all the other times he’s caught Katsuki having a nightmare. He gave a silent nod.

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

Visions of the dream flashed through Katsuki’s mind. The handsy bastard smiling up at him. Katsuki and Kirishima tumbling out of the sky, hand in hand. That warm, secure grip he could never forget disintegrating into dust in his grasp with the rest of Kirishima’s body. Katsuki’s throat closed up, and he frantically shook his head.

“That’s okay man, no problem. Think you’ll be able to go back to sleep?”

Katsuki didn’t feel as shaky as when he’d woken up, but he could still feel the remnants of the dream lurking in the corners of his mind, threatening to come back to the forefront if he closed his eyes. He played with his fingers in his lap, gave a half shrug.

Another hand entered his view, Kirishima taking one of his and holding it gently, his thumb stroking across the back. Katsuki glanced up at him through his bangs; Kirishima’s gaze was as warm as his touch, a soft smile on his lips that ticked upward a bit when their eyes met. “You could try to sleep? It’s a school night. You don’t wanna be tired during class, do you?”

Katsuki scrunched up his nose at the thought. He hated being tired during class. His focus was shit, and he couldn’t destroy everybody in training like he wanted to.

Kirishima huffed, his smile growing more. “Knew you’d make that face. C’mere.” The hand holding his ran up Katsuki’s arm, leaving a trail of heat in its wake, before reaching his shoulder and gently tugging him to lay back down. Rather than Kirishima situating Katsuki back onto his side of the bed, he let him rest on top of him, one arm securing him in place around the waist while the hand on his shoulder slid up into blond hair, ruffling it gently. “Nobody’s gonna get ya, not while I’m here. I’ve got you, Baku.”

Katsuki wasn’t worried about himself. Not as much as he was about this moron that he called a friend. But where he laid on his chest, his head was perfectly placed to hear Kirishima’s heart beating strongly in his ribcage, a steady rhythm that beat back the rest of his nightmare with every pulse. Katsuki let his eyes close, focusing on that beat, feeling it vibrate the body below him.

He wasn’t too worried about himself, but as long as he could stay wrapped up in this warmth with this heart the playlist of his dreams, he’d be okay.

[the-healthy-human-mind]

Miss Americana - Chapter 2

Now Playing: Labor

CWs: DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, slight noncon, violence, abuse, mentioned drinking, eluding to rape, cursing, blood, sexism, , banter “*” in italics depicts Norwegian.

November, 2013

“I still don’t understand why we had to switch schools. Again.”

Andrews groans, “shut up, Evelyne. You know the last school got suspicious, and Marshall got careless.”

Evelyne huffs, walking towards the school entrance. “We could’ve at least gone somewhere without uniforms!”

It felt like every secondary school in London was the same. Boring colors, shitty slop for lunch, asshole teachers, and the group of mean girls that everyone wants to befriend. Evelyne looks over the four students, sat together at lunch. Marina, the blond hair, blue eyed bitch. Becky, the brunette everyone ignored. Nancy, the ginger. That was a punishment in itself. And George. Because men are assholes too. 

“You’re staring.”

“No shit sherlock.”

Andrew sighs, putting his fork down. “Can you stop acting like there’s a threat everywhere?”

She glares at him. “See if I ever warn your ass of danger.”

Their banter is interrupted by a group of girls flocking towards the cafeteria windows, giggling amongst themselves.

Evelyne walks over to the windows, seeing a man around her age walking up the path. Pale skin, blue eyes, and the most ridiculous haircut she has ever seen. When did mohawks go back in style?

“Who is that?”

A gasp, “you don’t know?”

“She’s new, Marina!”

The blonde rolls her eyes, turning to Evelyne. “That,” she points to the man, “is John MacTavish. He comes here a few times a year to visit his aunt. And every day that he’s here, the bastard tries to hook up with every girl willing to get his dick wet.” 

Evelyne looks out the window, watching as the boy smiles at the student in front of him. “He looks stupid. Who let him butcher his hair like that?”

Marina and Becky both gape at her in shock. 

She just rolls her eyes, “I have biology next. Have fun drooling over a fuckboy.”

The walk home feels endless. Four miles to and from school, and Andrew decides he’s too good to walk with her, so he bribes the shy virgin to give him a lift. To be fair, the quiet was nice for once. Nellian hadn’t stopped talking since she learned others could hear what she was babbling, and Marshall was, well, Marshall. Beer was one hell of a relaxer. Evelyne lowers the volume on her headphones when she feels someone staring at her back. Her suspicions are made true when she sees a tall shadow come up behind her.

“What do you want?”

“For ye to stop starin’ at me when I come around ye.”

Evelyne spins around to face the voice, “excuse me?” And is met with the one and only, John MacTavish. Great.

John smiles, “just fecking with ye, been trying to get yer attention all damn day. I’m Johnny.”

He holds his hand out to her, smile still plastered on his face; even when she only glares.

“Again, what do you want?”

“I’d like to get to know ye. Can I get ye a coffee? Or maybe take ye to-”

“No. Goodbye now.”

She turns and walks away, huffing when she hears John run up behind her again, still talking. He was going to be a problem.

December

“*It’s after 6.”

Evelyne looks up from her phone, eyes meeting those of her mother. 

“*Really? I had no idea, not like I can read or anything.”

Alice glares at her child, sitting on the couch across from her slowly.

“*You cannot be late like that, Evelyne.”

“*Why? All of my chores are done, Nellie and Claire are already in bed, and my homework is finished.”

“*Just listen for once Evelyne.”

“*Why should I?”

“*Because you’re a woman, and we women know our place. You’ll learn, if you truly value your life, how to act properly.” 

Evelyne pauses at that, turning to look at Alice. 

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“Emotional torture from the head of your high table And I'm getting fucking tired”

Her mother just shrugs, taking a sip from her glass. Evelyne pushes herself up from her perch on the loveseat, coming to stand in front of Alice.

“What. Does That. Mean.”

“*Me and your father don’t appreciate your recent attitude, that is all.”

She scoffs, “seriously? Why-”

“*We do not buy flowers for you. Yet you have a dozen roses in your bedroom. Strange to keep them in a closet, no?”

“What makes you think I didn’t buy them for myself? I have my own money.”

Alice pulls out a piece of paper from her book, opening it, and in her broken English: “to M'eudail, from Johnny.” 

Evelyne’s heart hammers as her mother looks at her smugly, “you went snooping in my room? What the hell!”

“Be grateful I did not call you father to tell you alone.”

She lunges for the paper, but is pulled back by the collar of her shirt, the fabric ripping in the process. She winces when her ankle twists uncomfortably as she lands on the carpet, looking up only to see the hateful gaze of her father.

“*Let's talk.”

“*He’s just a friend!”

“*Then why is he calling you that?”

“*He’s Scottish! They’re weird, I don’t know!”

Both her and Andrew flinch when Marshall slams his hand on the table. 

“The truth!”

“It is! Andrew, make him listen!”

Evelyne pleads with her brother, who frowns back at her. “Please, Andrew.”

He sighs, looking back at their father. “Johnny doesn’t even live here, he leaves in 2 weeks, they’re just hanging out during lunch at school.”

“Don’t lie to me, boy.”

“I’m not sir.”

A whine makes Evelyne turn her head to the stairs, Nellian staring back at her, Claire hiding behind her twin. Her eyes widen, if Marshall saw them…

 “Go back,” Evelyne mouths to them, watching in relief as Claire pulls Nellian back up the steps.

“*What are you looking at, girl?”

“*Nothing,”

The table vibrates and the glass vase as Evelyne’s phone rings, a silly selfie of Johnny on her screen. 

Evelyne steps back as Marshall steps forward, and to her surprise, grabs the collar of Andrew’s shirt. 

“It's not an act of love if you make her You make me do too much labour”

Roses were always Evelyne’s favorite flower. There was just something about the red roses that drew her attention. Looking at the blood pouring from Andrew’s nose, however, was not pretty. Evelyne watches as Andrew sulks into his room, following her father into his room. She watches as Marshall sinks into Andrew’s desk chair, leaning his elbow on the arm rest. 

“*Are you going to tell the truth, girl? Or do we need to continue?”

Evelyne raises her head high, watching her brother in her peripheral. Marshall sighs, and she feels as though she is going to puke. 

“*Don't do this sir-”

Andrew shuts himself up when Marshall glares at him. Her father stands to full height, towering over her. His eyes are cold, meticulous.

“Do your worst, bastard.” 

“You make me do too much labour.”

Taglist: @sigynxlokiwifelover

[devinescribe]

Quick Thinking

Ch.10 of “My Sunshine” [TreechxReader]

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of death and blood

When the peacekeepers came in and rounded them up in the morning, he noticed the eerie silence that fell over everything. The peacekeepers didn't push or shove. They didn't yell and put them down.

They were quiet, even going so far as to help Wovey and some of the others into the van.

Their hypocrisy made him want to scream. Yell out. But he didn't.

No one talked on the way there. He was sick. He was sure he was going to throw up and start crying in front of everyone.

But he didn't. He grabbed the necklace and held the ring tightly as they got to the arena.

_-_-_-_

You have a shaky wave to Coryo and Sejanus as they walked into the giant auditorium.

Coryo walked over, whispering into your ear, "Does he know about our deal?"

You nodded.

~~~~~

"(Y/N)... tell him not to go after Lucy Gray."

"Coryo I can't possibly-"

"Tell him not to go after her, and I'll tell her not to after him. It's not an alliance, just mutual agreement to not kill each other. Please."

"Alright."

~~~

"That was one hell of a goodbye... last night I mean," he smirked, a teasing glint in his eyes.

He saw. Your eyes widened in shock. Blonde bastard. He was probably going to see Lucy Gray and saw you two.

"Are you really one to talk? This mornin'?" You teased back, making him blush slightly. "You best not tell... please?"

The tone in the room was... taken back down. You looked to Sejanus.

Sejanus was pale. He looked grimly at the screen. Although his tribute-... Marcus. Although Marcus had not been found, he was expected to stay with you all.

You gave him a tight hug that he immediately reciprocated, hiding his face into the crook of your neck. You ran a hand through his thick curls and tried to comfort him.

"It's gonna be alright Sej... I'm sure he's found some way out... something..." you mumbled into his ear.

"Aright everyone sit, we are about to get started!" Cesar's voice came loudly from the front of the room.

You three sat together and you gave both a reassuring smile. Internally, your stomach was twisting and tying itself into knots.

You didn't listen to anything Flickerman told the audience, loosing a bit of your sanity anytime he made a joke.

"Alright well the games are about to start, so I'll let you all focus," he said, as the screen turned on.

You gasped and covered your mouth, bile building in the back of your throat, your stomach turning itself inside out.

On the screen, they showed Marcus. He was tied up on a beam, his body beaten and bloody. You couldn't look.

Sejanus stood up and you grabbed his arm, you didn’t want him to get in trouble.

"Sej please-"

He ripped his arm away from you, throwing his desk and yelling, "You're monsters! All of you!" Making eye contact with you, shaking his head, and running out of the room.

You ran to the corner of the room, throwing up in a trash can.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, and turned, seeing Coryo.

"You've shown me kindness. I will show you respect."

You stood up shakily, someone offering you a water bottle, you tried to turn to the door and run after your friend, but Coryo stopped you. You knew it would be no good to find him. If he wanted to hide, he would hide. You took the water bottle, taking a small sip, and Coriolanus took you back to your seats just as the game began.

When you sat down, you felt a cold something touch your leg. You looked down to see a trash can by you and looked to the blonde next to you.

“Just in case.”

The arena was completely different now. They had not even bother to clean it up. There were holes leading to the underground. The tunnel system.

The horn blew, signifying the start of the 10th annual Hunger Games.

You watched as the group Treech was with ran to the middle grabbing weapons.

You saw him, rather his hat, and focused on him. He grabbed an axe and slid down one side, swinging at Lucy Gray.

He seemed to notice who it was and bit his lip, running from her.

He remembered what you asked

You heard her screaming for Jessup.

Jessup, her district partner. He was quiet, never saying anything to you when you were there. You saw him just standing.

The camera went to other things. The utter violence. The girl from district two sobbing at Marcus's body on display. Someone killed her soon after.

Lucy Gray found Jessup, dragging him into the tunnels. The cameras switched as you watched Lucy Gray and Jessup go under a door and hide.

Another tribute tried to do the same, but was grabbed and killed by the group.

"Hey lumberjack, get in there and get her out," Coral hissed.

Your blood boiled at her using the nickname again. That was your thing.

"Oh god I'm a jealous bitch" you thought to yourself.

"I'm not sticking my head in there she could be waiting with a brick!" He said back.

The group went back to look for others and you saw Treech look up at the camera before following.

"Is that it? Oh alright, well-"

The day went on with not much going on.

Until you saw Lamina start to climb the beam.

Your eyes widened, as Marcus looked up at her, begging for her to kill him.

"Please," he cried.

Lamina looked conflicted, but with tears in her eyes, she killed him.

She used the axe to cut the rope, his body falling to the floor with a sickening thump. She cried. And you felt tears stream down your face as well.

You knew the cameras were on you in this moment.

You watched as she tied the ropes, fashioning a swing of sorts. You recognized it.

"What the hell is she doing?" Pup whispered.

"It's a harness... keeps the lumberjacks secured up in the trees for certain things..." you explained.

Pup sent her a bottle of water for killing Marcus. You doubted that Lamina thought she warranted any prize of sorts.

The drone went to her slowly before crashing making people murmur.

"Now this is new experimental technology, we reprogrammed old bombing drones to bring them any of the things you see on the screen. They have face recognition technology so it's delivered to the right tribute. This number here... is how much some of our lovely viewers have given to the tribute," Flickerman explained.

Another drone soon came in again, this time getting to her. She drank some of it, before saving the rest.

Who knew when Pup would send her something else?

It was a while before anything happened.  Nothing was really going on. It was much too hot out for any of them. Even here in the auditorium, everyone could feel the heat.

You saw people strip off their blazers and decided to take off your own, placing it softly behind you.

Most people got bored watching the stillness of the arena and left.

By night time, there was only you and Coryo watching the screen obsessively. The crowd had gone home and Flickerman decided to go as well.

"Do you think she's alright?" He mumbled to you, his eyes scanning all of the screens with all of the camera angles.

You nodded.

"She's tough. She's alright," you whispered.

Suddenly you saw a figure sneak towards the middle. Lamina was sound asleep and you tried to focus on who it was.

"Is that-"

"Mr. Snow, Ms. (L/N). Dr. Gaul needs you immediately."

—

You both rushed to where she was in a van outside the arena.

"That Plinth boy is in there and you need to bring him out."

"What? You can't be serious why not send in peacekeepers?" Coriolanus protested.

"Because they'll make too much noise. His mother is here, but sending her in would make it worse. You two are his best friends. Bring him out. The peacekeepers will be right outside the gate, ready to cover for you."

You and Coriolanus stepped quietly through the gate. You slid under the turning gate, careful for it to not make a sound.

You both walked quickly to the center, the sound of Coryo's shoes making him turn.

"I thought they would have sent Ma in..." he mumbled, continuing to sprinkle breadcrumbs over Marcus's body.

"She's here but they thought it would be better to send us in..." Coryo whispered.

You got closer, kneeling next to him and putting a hand on his shoulder.

"Sej... I know you're upset. I am too. Trust me when I say that if that were Treech I would not have been able to breathe. I'd be burnin' buildings and doing anything to forget I'm upset. I know that it's hard... I know darlin', but comin' in here? You're gonna get yourself killed," you comforted.

"Let that happen. Then maybe they'll see-"

"Right now no one is seeing shit Sejanus. They have the broadcast paused. You think they'd show you? They'd come in and retrieve your body saying you died from a bad cold. You can... leave this place, and- and... make a difference. Use your dad's money to try and help, but you can't do that if you die in here," Coryo said. That was the first time you heard him curse and it sound like he cursed. Angry, upset.

You heard something and turned around, noticing the pack creeping up to you three.

"Sejanus Aurelius Plinth if you don't get your ass up right now, I will never ever forgive you, I will kill you myself, bring you back to life, and kill you again. And you can kiss my ass," you hissed, your fear turning your words into anger.

He got up quickly, whether it was from your words or seeing the tributes get closer, you didn’t know or care. You just wanted to get out. You heard Lamina stir above you. Her eyes met yours as she mumbled your name questioningly.

"Run."

The three of you started running to the entrance as the pack closed in.

Out of nowhere, Bobbin jumped out, going to stab one of you. He got Coryo in the shoulder and you watched as he grabbed something near by and hit the boy.

Once.

Twice.

And one third time.

The sound of his skull crushing made you want to throw up again.

You felt some of the blood get on your face. You wanted to cry, to scream and do something... but couldn't.

"Coryo, stop it! That's enough!" Sejanus called out.

The pack got closer and you slid under the entrance gates, then heard Sejanus curse as he fell. You went back to grab him, but Coryo beat you to it, running and helping the injured boy. They got to the gate and out. You went to run again, but were grabbed.

"Capitol gem~ come on you must be smarter than that," the voice taunted.

Coral.

There was a knife pressed against your throat. You thought she only had the trident. But you were obviously proven wrong.

"Coral let her go," you heard someone say.

Your someone.

"Aww worried about your little girlfriend-"

"I said let her go!" He spat, the anger evident in his tone.

"Coral if you kill me right now they will shoot you. I don't want you to die. Please," you said, watching the guards point their guns. They wanted that as a last resort.

"Kill her and you lose an ally and make an enemy," you heard a young boy say.

Mizzen? Yes that was his name. Coral's district partner.

She groaned letting you go, but not before using the knife to cut your arm. The searing hot pain blistering inside you as she dragged it down.

You bit your lip to not cry out in pain as you ran out the gate.

"Next time you come in here... you won't be so lucky... and your songbird is at the top of my list," she spat walking away, the threat to Coryo lingering in the air.

Treech kept his eyes on you, walking over to the gate to talk to you, do something. His eyes fell on the crimson staining the blue undershirt of your uniform.

"Come on lumberjack. We've got things to do," Coral called out.

He looked to you with a worried glance before walking away.

"(Y/N) oh my god I'm so sorry," Sejanus cried, holding your hand, gingerly touching the wound, some of your blood dripping onto his hands.

"It's alright.. really it's alright..." you whispered.

Ma rushed over hugging him. He sobbed into her arms apologizing.

Dr. Gaul stepped forward.

"Good job you two... let's go to my lab and get you fixed up."

——

Your small hiccuping cries made the boy worry.

"Are you alright? What.... Oh..." he mused, seeing the blood on your leg. You must have tripped on the trail. He had warned you of the roots growing out of the ground.

"Hey, it's ok, come on, I can help with that," he mumbled helping you up.

He led you to the lake, and made you sit on a rock near the water. He softly took off your shoe and sock as to not get them wet before cupping some water in his hands and splashing it onto you leg.

He did this till the blood and dirt was washed off.

"There, good as new," he smiled.

You had really only scraped your knee, but you pouted, sniffling softly.

The young boy grabbed your hand and placed a chaste kiss on it a dopey grin following.

"You're gonna be a-okay sunshine, so come on. Mama said she'd have somethin'  for us back home," the boy grinned.

"Thank you... you always take care of me Treech..." you whispered as he helped you slip your shoes back on.

He grinned, and you hugged him before beginning the trek back to the town.

_-_-_

He was royally pissed off. How could Coral even think of that. She threatened you, then hurt you.

"Hey, lumberjack, your turn to keep watch. She can't stay hidden forever," Coral ordered.

He glared at her.

"I told you I ain't hurtin' her," he replied, gripping the axe tightly.

"You don't have to hurt her... you just have to tell us if she comes out," she stated, walking closer. "Is that what your little girlfriend asked of you? Hm? To not kill the songbird?"

He bit his tongue. He couldn't risk making an enemy out of Coral right now.

So he stayed quiet.

"You know... your little birdie could've died tonight..."

He narrowed his eyes at her.

"She's lucky I left her with just a scratch."

"How do you hurt someone who helped you?"

He didn't think about what he said until after it came out of his mouth 

"What?"

"How do you hurt someone who helped you? She brought all of us food and water... brought blankets because some complained about the cold at night... she got Dill some medicine to help with her cough... how do you hurt someone who helped you?" His words were coming out of his mouth faster than his mind was comprehending them.

They hung in the night air, the air between the two teens.

Coral just walked off to the rest of the pack to sleep as he kept watch.

_-_-_-_

Dr. Gauls lab was sterile white. There were jars and cases of things you had never seen before.

You peeled the shirt off at her request and she let out a dark chuckle behind you.

"That's quite the nasty cut there..."

Coryo looked away out of respect for you, but you grabbed his arm.

You hated needles.

He turned and kept his eyes on yours. There was a lot you could say about Coriolanus Snow. Your younger self would call him a selfish stuck up arrogant Capitol prick. You would now describe him as intelligent, sneaky, and confusing.

But one think he most definitely was, at least to you, was respectful.

As Dr. Gaul started her stitches your eyes welled up with tears.

"Isn't it funny how people turn on each other? Your paper... it was good. But you witnessed the utter madness inside the zoo... and still felt empathy?" She questioned.

Your eyes widened.

"Well.. I of course mean no disrespect to you... but... it's just... it's cruel. They should be fed and of course I never wish death on anyone, but Arachne knew better than to tease Brandy... and having a knife in grabbing distance?" You whispered. You were terrified that in this moment you would die for speaking your mind.

"Hm... and did feeding the tributes help you any? Look at where you ended up. Begging a lowly district girl to spare your life. Her knife cutting deep into you. So tell me how showing them sympathy and humanity would help?" She questioned.

You realized that Dr. Gaul wasn't looking for a specific answer. This wasn't class. You couldn't speak freely, but she found it amusing.

You stayed quiet, and hissed softly, tears rolling down your cheeks as she continued the stitches.

"I... I... I don't know," you whispered finally.

You heard her laugh softly.

"You'll know soon enough."

—

When the two of you were done you were sent on your way with a warning to not say what happened tonight.

"Why do you let me call you Coryo?" You asked, wanting to break the silence.

"I-... you..." he sighed. "You remind me of Tigress in a sense... kind. Always thinking of others before yourself. It's stupid. And dangerous."

You looked down.

"I don't mean that you're stupid. I'm saying that the way you care for others is going to get you hurt. Look at what happened tonight ask because you turned to get Sejanus," he explained. "I was behind you, I would have helped him."

You hummed. It was something new to hear him care.

"I heard what you told him. You wanting to go back to seven with him," Coryo started. "You... shouldn't do that..."

"Coryo, please don't tell no one... please. I have nothin' here for me. Nothing at all. You and Sejanus are my only friends in the Capitol... I'm homesick. I always have been but after being... back to it in a way... it's gotten so much worse," you pleaded. “I’ve never been happy in the Capitol. Never… please don’t tell…”

The blonde nodded softly.

"I won't tell a soul."

The rest of the walk was filled with silence.

He dropped you off at your house and you asked if he wanted to join you.

"It's late... you could take a hot shower... sleep here. My parents don't mind. Ma is basically mute and like a ghost... and father left this morning for a business trip," you explained.

"I couldn't... I have to get home or Tigress will be worrying all night. Thank you though," he said, looking to the side.

After some slight back and forth, he convinced you he would be safe walking home himself.

You went upstairs, running a hot bath for yourself.

You sat in there after scrubbing yourself for what you thought was hours. Thinking about everything that has happened in the past two weeks alone. It made you dizzy to think about...

"I best get out of here before I fall asleep and drown," you mumbled to yourself.

—-

Laying in bed and thinking of it was a lot safer. Your eyes started to shut softly, a smile spreading on your lips as you thought of the one thing that was keeping you hopeful.

"Yeah... I'm gettin out of there because I have years of kisses to catch up on..."

SIMP

[tobysbliss]

26 is easily Crimeboys. But. Hear me out. 24 for Crimeboys.

24. “Tickles are an essential part of cuddling!”

i had to do ler wilbur lee tommy just because.

and glad to know im not the only one who thought crimeboys when reading 26— “Stop poking me!”

CC ler!wilbur (he/him) CC lee!tommy (he/him)

if theres errors fuck off its past 3AM and im running on nothing but 2 cans of monster energy

“Wil, come on, please?” Tommy spoke from where he lay on his bed, trying to get Wilbur to atleast lay next to him. He just wanted a damn hug for once, okay!?

“Fine, clingy child,” Wilbur scoffed playfully, moving to sit next to Tommy but just staring blankly at the wall.

“I’m not a clingy child, bitch. I’m a big maaAAAN- Wilbur! What the fuck, man!?” Tommy let out a high pitched shriek as Wilbur, without warning, somewhat tackled Tommy into a bear hug. Wilbur laughed at the yelling.

“What? You wanted my affection, and so I’m giving it to you. I would be a horrible big brother to not give you affection!” Wilbur exclaimed, a playful smirk on his face. Tommy tried to shove Wilbur away, giggling softly at the older’s antics. Tommy’s giggles put an idea into Wilbur’s head.

“Hey, Tommy,” Wilbur’s voice made Tommy pause his shoving— he couldn’t see Wilbur as his back was pressed against the brunette’s chest, but he could almost hear the smirk on his face. He didn’t like it, so he didn’t respond. Wilbur raised an eyebrow at this, but didn’t comment. Simply just started squeezing up and down Tommy’s sides, his smirk turning into a wide, fond smile as Tommy started to squirm and cover his mouth to muffle his giggles.

“Wihihilbuhur! What the fuhuhuck!” Tommy tried to escape from Wilbur’s hold, but he failed as Wilbur was taller and much stronger than he was. Fucking tall bastard.

“Tickles are an essential part of cuddling!” Wilbur spoke, moving his hand to scribble all over Tommy’s stomach, making the blonde squeal.

“WIHIHIHIL! NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!” Tommy’s hands moved from his face to gripping Wilbur’s wrists, trying —and failing— to push away the older’s hands. Wilbur only laughed at his futile attempts.

Wilbur only kept it up for a minute, he didn’t wanna kill Tommy. Eventually, it was Tommy and Wilbur laying in bed, both of them half asleep with a random movie on the tv. Tommy was clung to Wilbur like a koala, and Wilbur was struggling to not audibly coo at the blonde everytime he looked down. He may of slipped once or twice.

Tommy fell asleep first, and Wilbur got too many pictures to count; he already knew he’d be using them against Tommy at some point.

[danganronpafan777]

Since there Dra Boys first Kiss how about one for Dra Girls first kiss 💋😚 to there Y/N

okay! Somehow it’s even worse than the Dra bois one- Kizuna Tomori:

You found yourself gasping in surprise as Kizuna landed a flip in the air followed by a perfect split

The crowd went wild in response, pumping up their fists and cheering Kizuna's name

Kizuna was your best friend, who were you to not join them?

As usual, the team Kizuna was cheering for had won the match, and the crowd continued to chant her name. Kizuna seemed to be sweating by the end of her routine, so you grabbed a bottle of water for her and decided to meet her by the locker rooms. 

You passed by a few of her fellow cheerleaders, who happily greeted you as you complimented them on their routine. 

Still, even after fifteen minutes of waiting outside the locker room, Kizuna didn't come out. You weren't going to barge in in case she was changing, but you were starting to get wor-

SLAM!

The sound of a body hitting metal echoed through the hallway, followed by a yell. Something was happening.

You threw open the door, in case Kizuna had gotten hurt or something.

"Rgh!...Get away from me!"

She wasn't alone, pinned against the lockers by a man you didn't recognize.

The man put his hand on her cheek, to which she abruptly slapped it away. He chuckled in response, before grabbing her shoulders and pushing her again the lockers once again.

"Hey! Get away from her!" You felt yourself shout.

The man snapped his head over to you before throwing his head back with a laugh

"Why should I do that? Why do you even care?" He smirked and cupped her cheek. "I'll let you have seconds." 

You're not a violent person, but your fist sure was. You felt yourself run over to him and right hook the bastard right across the face. He immediately dropped to the floor, holding the spot where you punched him.

"So that's how you want to play!? You little-!"

The man tried to get back up, but Kizuna landed a kick right between his eyes. He screamed in pain for a moment, before looking back at the two of us. Doing the smartest thing he had done so far, he stood up and ran away.

You felt yourself smile as the man ran out the girls locker room door just as reporters and cameramen waited outside to interview Kizuna. The creep would probably find himself on the front page.

"Kizuna, are you oka-"

Kizuna cut you off, grabbing you by the edge of your shirt and pulling you into a kiss.

It was... gentle. And kind. Kizuna had probably kissed over a dozen suitors by now, but this just felt... real.

"...What...was that for...?" You felt yourself whisper, still in a kind of daze.

"As a thank you~"

"F-For what?"

Kizuna paused for a moment, before looking back at you with a genuine, angelic smile.

"For being there." 

Kiyoka Maki:

"It's perfectly safe, Y/n! I promise!"

"I thought you said you've never been on this ride before!"

"Err...well....I haven't, but it wouldn't be here if it wasn't safe!"

You scratched the back of your head, looking back up at the nightmare of a rollercoaster that Kiyoka wanted to go on. 

"...I...are you sure I can't sit this one out?"

"Y/n, please! It's not nearly as scary as it looks!"

You looked back at the ride. Any ride with the name "Devil's Flight" already has a hell no vibe to it, but the fact that it was the girl you liked, who was asking for you to sit next to her on a joyride, could you really say no?

"....Ok. Just...ugh, I'm going to regret this."

And regret it you did.

You screamed your heart out, clinging to Kiyoka during every twist and turn. Kiyoka just laughed, throwing her hands up. 

As terrifying as the experience was, and the fear sinking in as the roller coaster headed upwards for the grand drop, you couldn't help but stare at your crush. Her blonde and orange ombré hair drifting behind her, her blue eyes sparkling as she had the biggest smile on her face. 

She turned back to you, her face appearing angelic as her smile seemed to shine.

"Are you ready?"

Her words snapped you out of the daydream as you looked down, seeing the giant drop awaiting you. Then the fear came back to you all in one instant. 

Why did you agree to this!? You were going to die, there was no way you would make it out of this alive. 

Your fear only grew as you reached the top, grasping Kiyoka's hand as your life flashed before your eyes. You have done so much in your life, and you were about to die without even telling your crush how you felt. 

Mere seconds before the roller coaster dropped, you tugged Kiyoka's hand, and placed your lips on hers just as the world began to fall around you. 

Was it the roller coaster or the butterflies in your stomach?

Either way, the feeling wasn't unpleasant, especially when you felt her kiss back.

The two of you pulled away for air just as the ride came to a stop, your hands still interlocked

It was a few moments before Kiyoka broke the silence.

"Can we...do that again?"

Rei Mekaru:

“Um, Rei? Is this the correct formula?”

Rei turned back to you, raising an unamused eyebrow before rolling her eyes at your obviously wrong answer. She adjusted the goggles on her head and quickly finished setting up the beakers.

“Plank’s constant is six point six two six times ten to the power of negative twenty six, Incompetent. Did it cross your miniature mind that number might be too large?” 

“This is chemistry, I don’t know what the hell we’re doing.” 

She sighed in annoyance for probably the tenth time in the past hour. 

“Even if your brain doesn’t work, I sure hope your eyes do.” Rei said as she began to pour some kind of powder into the liquid filled beaker. You were going to wait till she cooled down before telling her that you had no idea what either of those substances were.

“Ouch. That’s a new one. Are you thinking of majoring in insults when you go to college?”

“I already go to college, idiot. I’m a professor.” She replied, continuing to pour the powder into the beaker.

“Well, then you should be the professer of-… Is it supposed to be sizzling?”

“..?” Rei turned back to the beaker just as the mixture began to bubble.

“Rei look out..!” 

You found yourself grabbing her arm and pushing her behind you as the beaker burst right in front of you. You held your arms in front of your face as glass flew everywhere.

You didn’t move, keeping your arms out as your ears continued to ring. It wasn’t until you felt a familiar hand angrily pulling you out of the classroom that you began to move.

“Hey..! Hey! I can move on my own!” 

“Took you long enough!” She spat, bringing you out of the classroom and forcing you on a nearby bench. It was then that you noticed your arms being littered with pieces of glass. 

“Shit, I think we’re gonna need tweezers for this. Can you get Kanata?” You asked her.

“You…idiot!” 

“How am I the idiot!? You were the one to add too much of the stuff to the other stu-“

She cut you off, grabbing you by the shirt with her lips meeting yours. 

It was definitely a surprise, but not an unpleasant one. You kissed back, going to cup her cheek before your arms erupted in pain. You winced a bit, pulling your arms back as Rei abruptly ended the kiss and seemed to stomp away, her heels clicking on the ground, presumably to get Kanata. 

If you weren’t busy wondering what the hell just happened, you might have noticed the blush spreading across her face.

Mikako Kurokawa:

The room was… awkward to say the least. 

Ever since you got kidnapped and forced to participate in a killing game, you couldn’t deny your curiosity for the usually quiet exorcist. Oddly enough, she felt… familiar to you. 

Everyone else seemed to be suspicious of her and her sudden headaches, but you never hesitated to help her. Everyone else seemed confused on why you seemed to trust and protect her so much. To be honest, you were just as confused as they were.

So, you decided to invite her to your room, just to chat.

Yeah, that went as well as you might have thought.

You started with simple conversations, telling her about yourself. She didn’t seem to react to anything you said, almost as if she had heard these stories already. You told a few jokes, to which she might try to smile, before flinching in pain and holding her head.

“Are you alright, Mikako? I’m worried about you. We all are. You know that we’re your friends right? We’re here for you.” 

“…”

“I don’t know what’s going on, but I trust you. I don’t know why… but I don’t think you’re going to hurt anyone.”

She seemed to twitch.

“I know this is hard. It’s been hard on everyone. I’m not going to force you to open up to us, but my door’s always open for you.”

Her hands began to lightly shake.

“Mikako… is everything….really okay with you?”

She sniffled, her eyes filling with tears. You outstretched your arms, gently pulling her into a hug. 

Her body shook with sobs as you slowly rubbed her back. The two of you stayed like that for a while. It wasn’t until the nighttime announcement when she slowly pulled away.

“Hey, it’s alright. We’re friends, okay?”

She shook her head, a distant look in her eyes.

With tears rolling down her face, she brought your lips together.

Multiple emotions seemed to rush through your body all at once. 

Love. Comfort. Familiarity.

Mikako… she was special to you. Even if she knew more than she seemed, she wanted nothing less than to save everyone. You were positive of that fact. 

Her body shook as she coughed and coughed, holding her head. Sending you that message hurt her, but she needed you to know. Monokuma had taken everything from her, you were all she had left.

As she fell unconscious on her bed, you held her in your arms. You were even more confused now, but you could trust her. You tucked her into the bed before placing a wet towel on her forehead. 

You hesitated for a moment, before letting your emotions take over. You kissed her forehead and got into bed beside her.

Whatever was happening, the two of you were in it together.

Ayame Hatano:

The air felt refreshing as the wind blew through your hair, shaking the trees and falling leaves around you. 

You continued running, your face dripping with sweat and your legs aching with pain. 

"A-Ayame! Can we...take a break?" You heaved a sigh of exhaustion as you came to a stop. Ayame, who was a few feet ahead of you, trying not to outrun you but still accidentally leaving you in the dust, eventually turned over her shoulder and came to a stop. 

"Y/n! You're not too tired are you? Sorry, I… started to zone out."

"I'm fine. Do you have some f/d in your bag?"

"Hold on. Let me check..." Ayame placed down a backpack she was carrying and began to shuffle through it. As she searched for your favorite drink, you noticed her hands trembling. 

"Ayame? Are you alright? Is it too cold?"

"Huh? N-No... I'm okay, just a bit nervous right now." 

"Nervous? About what?" You tiled your head. Sure, Ayame had been acting strange, but you didn't think too much of it. She usually becomes less stressed after jogging. Now, she seemed even more nervous.

Ayame turned red and began to stumble over her words.

"S-Sorry, I-I said too much. I'm just rambling again. Ignore me." 

Without thinking, I lightly grabbed her hands, which were still shaking and sorting through the backpack. 

"Hey, if something's bothering you, you can tell me. I know I'm not Akane, but I'm still your frie-"

"Idon'twanttobefriends!" She blurted out, before quickly covering her mouth. 

"I...oh...." 

Huh... that hurt.

"Th-That's not what I meant!" 

You turned to leave. That explained a lot. Why she seemed to act different around you, why she was acting so weird just being with you... She didn't like you.

How could you ever think that a girl like her would like you?

"It's... okay, Ayame. Sorry, I guess I'm bothering you. I'll just-"

"W-WAIT!"

You turned back, hearing the quick and rapid sounds of the footsteps of the Ultimate Sprinter, and feeling your lips connect with the girl of that same title. 

After a long moment, she pulled away, her face the same color as her jacket. 

"Y/n...I...I like you. I really like you. And...I want to be more than friends."

You felt your lips with your hand, still in shock, "Ayame..." 

"I...I'm sorry this is so sudden. I was going to tell you while we jogged so I asked Akane to skip jogging with us today and suggested that the two of us take the long route but I ended up zoning out and I'm still rambling-"

You cut her off this time, grabbing the neck of her jacket and pulling her in for another kiss.

Her eyes widened in shock for a moment before she melted into your arms.

Akane Taira:

The kitchen was silent except for the sound of running water and Akane's sweet yet near silent humming. 

You were quiet yourself, mainly focusing your mind on cleaning the dishes in front of you. You found yourself looking back at Akane every now and then, but quickly returned your gaze back to the task at hand. 

Akane found herself staring at you as well, smiling whenever you caught her and giggling to herself when she saw you blush over it. 

"...Thanks for helping me, Y/n."

"Hm? Oh, no problem, Akane." You smiled back at her, continuing to scrub a plate. 

Akane began to place the plates back into Hope's Peak's nearly neverending cupboards. 

She smiled, "I appreciate how you're always willing to help me! It means a lot to have someone like you by my side."

"..You mean a lot to me too, Akane." 

"...!?"

You turned around just in time to see her face turn red and she briefly stumbled. She got back on her feet quickly, but the movement was enough to make one of her plates fall from her stack.

CRASH!

Akane yelped at the sound.

"Crap!" You looked around, remembering a dust pan in one of the school pantries and quickly left to go find it.

"Y/n..! W-Wait!"

"I'll be right ba-"

"DON'T LEAVE ME!" 

You froze, not used to Akane raising her voice like that. You turned back to look at Akane, head in her hands. 

"Akane..?"

She looked up at you, tears in her eyes. You slowly approached her, raising your hands to show you meant no harm, but she flinched the second your hand went up. 

"Akane.. It's okay. I'm here. I'm sorry, I won't leave you."

You knelt down to her and held your arms out, going to hug her while giving her space to pull away. 

She didn't. 

She cried a bit into your shoulder, but you didn't mind. You continued whispering words of comfort into her ear, until she finally seemed to calm down.

"Are you alright now, Akane?"

"I..Sorry, Y/n...I'm not usually like this with people. I guess... you're different."

"Do you... think I'm one of those people?" You asked hesitantly, remembering what she told you about her past, and the people she had encountered at her orphanage.

"No! No... you're nothing like them. I mean... I trust you. I trust you and like you more than anyone. And I'm scared, that you'll leave me, and... and I..."

Akane stopped talking, putting her hand on your cheek and slowly bringing your faces closer.

You let it happen, taking in the warmth of her lips and the care you both shared for each other.

As the two of you needed air, you broke your lips apart. Even then, there was only one thing you could tell her.

"Akane... I'll never abandon you."

Satsuki Iranami:

"Y/nnn! Watch this!"

You looked back up to see Satsuki attempting the trapeze again. 

Yes, your favorite clown was going to attempt to grab onto a small stick in the air held up by two pieces of string from a tower that was no less than over a hundred feet above the ground. This was not going to end well...

"S-Satsuki! Careful! Wait for the trapeze to swing a little closer to-"

Ignoring your warnings as usual, Satsuki leapt from the tower, jumping arms first to grab the trapeze swing. You'd consider yourself lucky to be watching your friend practice if she wasn't so unlucky while she was practicing. 

She reached her hands out at the last second, missing the swing by less than a centimeter and falling onto the matt below. 

"SATSUKI!"

You bolted over to her. Even with the gym matt, it was a long fall, and it wouldn't be impossible for her to have broken a limb. Thankfully, she seemed okay, even if her eyes seemed to be swirling  around in circles.

"Satsuki, you have to be more careful! You could have gotten seriously hurt!"

You found yourself scolding her.

Satsuki, still on the ground, just gave a thumbs up,

"Satsuki thinks it was worth it!"

"You could have died!"

Satsuki, with her usual happy and wide smile, popped back up like a jack-in-the-box, as if she was never hurt in the first place.

"Kyahaha! Not the first time! Does Y/n looove me or something~?" She teased.

You stammered and stumbled over your words for a moment, Satsuki getting closer and her grin getting wider with every fault in your voice. 

You know what? Screw this.

"...Yeah, I do. And I care about you and I don't want you to get hurt again!"

 Satsuki's eyes seemed to widen a bit. You knew about her past with her family, and how her brother was the only person who seemed to care for her. Her life had few people who genuinely cared about her.

But it was also filled with jokes.

"Aww! Y/n really does care about little ol' me! Maybe next time they’ll -"

You placed your hands on her cheeks, your thumbs directly under the little golden crescent moon and star on her hat, and pulled her into a kiss. 

She thought you were joking? You just had to prove how serious you were.

"There's not going to be a next time. You're taking a break."

Satsuki, her face comically pink, found herself nodding in response, even if she couldn't comprehend a word you just said.

Kanata Inori:

You took a brief glance at your clock when you heard the door to your dorm click open. 

"Twenty four hour shift again, Kanata?" You made your way off the couch, hearing a tired mumble in response. 

You saw her begin to reach for a cup of coffee, but you lightly swatted her hand away.

"No coffee, Kanata. You need sleep." You told her, receiving a small whine in response.

You hung up her jacket for her, asking about her day. You heard little of what she was saying, but she seemed to have a good day, after successfully completing a heart transplant.

"I'll put a movie on for us, okay? Cmon, we'll sleep on the couch." You told her, knowing some white noise could calm her, and she probably felt bad for missing your movie night.

Kanata, sighing a final time in exhaustion, nodded. 

You smiled to yourself, gently guiding her to the couch and wrapping a blanket around the two of you. You felt her curl into your arms and rest her head in the crook of your neck. You ran your fingers through her undone hair as her breathing began to even, and kissed her forehead as she dozed off.

"Mmm..." You felt the tickle on your neck of her groan.

"Are you hungry?" You asked her. She shook her head.

"What is it then?"

You felt a tiny hand lazily grab your cheek on softly pull you down to her. 

"...Kanata? Wha-"

Your eyes widened as you felt her warm lips on yours. 

You could feel her exhaustion in the kiss, but also her love for you. She wanted to come home earlier, but her work forces her to work long hours. She might be exhausted, but this was something she had wanted to do for a while.

You kissed back, reciprocating your love for her as she sank back into your arms.

You found yourself laying there, blushing to yourself as your girlfriend finally fell sleep