#Guess it's a lot huh? And I guess I'm tired but I can't sleep and I can't make myself sleep

[annasellheim]

We're sitting at the table I'm glaring at them. These heroes ("The Big Three" as they are known in the industry) are questioning me? ME? They're questioning ME???

These motherfuckers made me come to the Cape Crusaders big, tacky mansion to justify my actions to them?

The thing that pisses me off the most about their reservations is the fact that what I do IS SO MUCH MORE IMPORTANT than anything they could possibly do. These idiots just punch bad guys in the face and send them to prison, just so they can escape and start the cycle over from scratch.

I've already saved so many more lives than they ever will. I've made more of a positive impact on this planet than anyone will ever know.

Because my power is to stop disasters, and the most effective way to do that is to prevent them.

No one knows how many wars I've stopped before they began, how many diseases I found vaccines for before they became epidemics, how many cities and countries I've helped create infrastructure for so they could avoid being over run by natural disasters.

And my job is made even more difficult than it sounds because no one can truly fathom how bad things would be if I don't use my powers. I have to fight ppl tooth and nail to get it anything to happen because they don't know how bad it'll be if it's not acted on.

No one sees what I see. They don't feel what I feel. They'll never know the particular ache in my chest that somehow has has an entire narrative wrapped in it whenever a potential disaster hits me. An ache that is so powerful that it's made my knees buckle multiple times.

And the feeling doesn't dissipate until the disaster is fully prevented. It means that when I know something needs to be done, I have to make sure it's dealt with, or-

It's destroying me in a way. Doing so much, all the time, with no compensation or recognition.

The heroes at least know about my powers and know that I have nipped a bunch of really bad shit in the bud.

The villains thing has come up before and it's irritating. For years I thought it was because they were lazy and just were angling for help over shit that I didn't have time for, and in the big picture, didn't matter. Asking for even more help than I already provide.

I'm at my limit already.

But looking at these three at this table in this enormous, extravagant kitchen, it hits me how wrong I am.

These heroes don't have my powers. They can't foresee and stop disasters. For all they know, these clowns that rob banks and occasionally attack and murder people, could cause major disasters down the line. I'm not perfect, I can't stop all disasters. I have to sleep and eat and work a fucking day job.

I still feel residual aches from time to time for every disaster I've failed to stop.

They aren't trying to get more free work out of me, they're trying their best to figure out what villains can do major damage in the future.

They're scared.

"So, the way my powers work," I say while leaning back in my chair, "is that at some point, I know something will go from being an issue to a problem to a disaster. I can only intervene when I know it'll be disastrous, otherwise I can't use my powers, it's like they don't exist. Until something goes over the thresh hold of becoming a potential disaster, it's like I have no powers at all."

"How do you know when a disaster is going to happen? Is it like a vision?"

"It's more internal than that- it's like a feeling I guess...I'm not sure how to articulate it."

Huh, no one has ever bothered to ask me anything specific about my powers or the work I do. I don't have a lot of answers if they keep prodding.

"So, yeah, it's not that I'm neutral to villains, it's just all of the ones you guys been dealing with don't-" I yawned "- don't give me that feeling. I'll let you know if it changes."

I put my head in my hands. Fuck, I'm so tired. It's not like I can stop being a hero, I see the alternate world where I don't intervene, I feel it. But I'm so, so tired.

"Go take a nap."

My head shoots up, "What?"

The Masked Crusader (dumb ass name btw, just like his dumbass mansion) says it again, "Go take a nap. I'll make us all dinner. Go use my guest room and pass out for a bit.

Damn it, did I say I was tired out loud? Or was mind reading one of his superpowers? I can't remember, things have been so overwhelming recently, my memory is shot.

"No, the Masked Crusader can't read minds, that's me" Brainiac says.

Oh. Shit. Right.

"We just, we see you burning out, let us support you for once," chimed in the Singing Banshee.

This was not how I was expecting this conversation to go AT ALL.

Banshee continues, "You've got a lot of walls up, probably from years of running yourself into the ground saving thousands of people without any help. So, we're now going to help you."

"That's not a request by the way," the Masked Crusader says as he slides me a glass of water. "We're doing it whether you like it or not."

Shit, I hadn't even realized I was thirsty. Have I drank any water at all today?

And then *BOOM* I get hit with it- the feeling of an impending but preventable disaster. But it's different than any other disasters I "felt" before.

It's me... It's me, in the near future, collapsing and being unable to do anything about, well anything. I won't be able to stop future disasters, hell, I won't be able to function. And the only way to prevent it was to lean on these people.

This is a lot.

I chugged the rest of the water and wiped my mouth.

"Ok, thanks..." I whispered.

It's too much to think about right now. It's too much to feel right now. I'm not used to, I don't know, being taken care of. I don't know how to be supported.

I'll figure out a way to properly navigate this later. Right now I need to lay the hell down.

You're a superhero who specializes exclusively in stopping disasters. The other heroes just don't understand why you need to remain neutral to the villains…

[noxtivagus]

ahh i'm so tired sorry i haven't been really active lately but i promise i'll fix all these stuff up n be well for the new year soon

[dakotaqueen]

i love the post-9pm lonelies :'D

[fuctacles]

<<4 | 5 | 6>>

Eddie held back and was nice enough to give him an ice pack after. 

"Thank you," Steve murmurs, placing the frozen peas on his chin. He's not taking his eyes off Eddie, who's wired up and walking back and forth in the tiny kitchen. Steve is low-key expecting another hit. If he had his tail, it would be tucked between his legs. 

"Why?" Eddie finally asks, the first thing he says since the punch. But before he can get an answer, he follows with: "Does everyone else know?"

"Yes," Steve admits guiltily. "I didn't want to drop it on you right after the Upside Down, but the longer it took, the weirder it got, and I just..." he trails off with half a shrug. 

Eddie scoffs, sending him a glare while his strides pick up speed. It would look ridiculous, since it takes only three of his steps to walk through the kitchen, if it wasn't so serious. 

"You made it weirder alright. Why did you follow me around instead of hanging out like a normal human being?!" He throws his arms wildly around, almost hitting the fridge. "Or did you just want to keep tabs on me? Like a weird little dog-stalker?!"

"No!" Steve protests indignantly, but then falters. "Well, I— Kind of? But just to, you know, protect you."

Eddie finally stops. Which is not a good sign as far as Steve is concerned, but Eddie just stares at him. 

He recounts the run-ins they had with the local righteous mob. He reimagines them with Steve by his side instead, the human one, and there's no universe in which it doesn't end up with an escalation. People don't normally pick up fights with dogs, apparently. But...

"Was sleeping on my couch and eating my hot dogs also to protect me?"

Steve folds in on himself and Eddie can almost imagine his sad dog ears flopping down. 

"No, I just—"

Eddie's suddenly in his line of vision, squatting in front of him to peer into his face mockingly.

"Was it just for fun? Little doggy wanted belly rubs and treats? Make everyone look at me weird because I'm scratching Steve Harrington between his ears?" he scoffs. "And dude, I would do all of it, if I knew it was you. You were worried it would be too much for me after Vecna? I'm a nerd! I eat that shit up. Do you know how much better I'd feel knowing werewolves are real?!"

Steve is not even surprised at his outburst. He just shuffles his legs and corrects softly:

"Lykans."

Eddie jumps up, throwing his hands into the air.

"Oh, now you're gonna tell me?! You lost your naming privileges, man, you're a werewolf, period."

He leans against the cupboards behind him, foot tapping restlessly. But he was angry at so many things at once, that he didn't know what to grasp first.

"Why did you avoid me?"

"I didn't—"

"You did," Eddie interrupts him. "I never saw you around, only the dog. And then you started avoiding everyone else too. Why?"

Steve sighs, slipping the half-thawed pack of peas away from his face. His body slumps like any traces of fight have just left him.

"I guess it was easier. I could just walk around, keep an eye on everyone, and not... explain myself."

"Can't lie without vocal chords, huh?"

Steve sends him a tired look, and Eddie feels the tiniest of bits bad. He raises his hands placatingly. 

"I'm not your therapist. But I thought I was your friend."

"You are! Just..."

"Just not good enough to share the truth with?" Eddie offers.

Steve groans, this time unfolding to fall against the chair's backrest. 

"See, this is why I prefer shifting. I don't have to explain my thoughts to others, nothing is weird and unspoken, and everyone fucking loves me. They pet me and tell me nice things. But when I'm a human, I'm getting laughed at, dumped, used for rides, and have to stay alone in a big empty house."

Eddie just blinks at him, his anger slowly shifting into concern. 

"That's uh, a lot to unpack there," he says gently, pursing his lips in thought. "You know we've been worried about you, right? That we don't see you anymore. I mean, I didn't know at the time, but the kids knew something was going on with you."

Steve scoffs.

"Yeah, they noticed when they had to go beg Nancy for rides."

"Dude." Eddie frowns at him, both irritated and concerned. "I am so tempted to get your other cheek right now. Didn't Dustin call you to clear the air between us?"

"Yes, because you called him first," Steve reminds him. 

"Still, he could have left it for us to deal with on our own. But he cares, so he reached out. " Eddie sighs. "He wants us to be friends, but most of all, he wants you to open up; not to me, but to the rest of the party. So why are you holing yourself up, man? What's wrong?"

Steve doesn't move from his semi-open position, but he crosses his arms, and he's looking away at Wayne's cap collection, visible through the open space to his right. 

Eddie just looks at him, the worry in his stomach growing like a parasite. He decides that maybe this is enough for today. Enough feelings, talking, and confessions. That it is time to clear the air.

And by 'clear' he means 'cloud it with smoke'.

"Let's put a pin on that," he says and finally, Steve looks back at him, both worried and curious. "I think we both need to chill out and I still have that weed stored away for you. And a really bad horror from Gareth. The blood looks like ketchup, you're gonna love it."

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@dragonmama76 @storyranger @scoops-aboy86

[annwrites]

— billy hargrove quotes  ⏧·₊̣̇. “ | thoroughfare

❝Hey, sweetheart, need a ride?❞

❝Sorry, you say somethin’, baby? I can’t hear you over the stereo!❞

❝Friday Night at the drive-in theater they’re having a showing of Nightmare on Elm Street. I was wondering if you’d want to go with me? Don’t worry, if you get scared, I’ll hold your hand.❞

❝Don’t waste your time, man. She’s a fuckin’ prude.❞

❝Y/N, who did this? I’ll fuckin’ kill him.❞

❝You want to go west and so do I. So, we might as well go together. At least you’ll be safe if you’re with me.❞

❝I'm not the one that gave her a tune-up. So, you want to ring my shit up now, or what?❞

❝If you think I'm about to let you behind the wheel, sweetie, you have another thing comin'.❞

❝You worry too damn much, darlin'. Might help you relax if you just got laid.".

❝See somethin' you like, darlin'?❞

❝Oh yeah, she wants me.❞

❝Because I don't need to worry about your ass disappearin'. And I'm fuckin' beat, so I'm not going back out. Close the damn door.❞

❝Knew I'd get you into bed eventually.❞

❝I don't mind 'em fiesty, y'know.❞

❝Mornin', sunshine. You sleep good? I know I did.❞

❝You want to take your frustrations out on me, baby? I can think of lots of funner ways to do it.❞

❝Just trying to get you to lighten up a little, sugar. You know, you are allowed to have fun.❞

❝You want to play footsie, darlin'?❞

❝Touch her again and I'll beat your fuckin' ass! You hear me, asshole?❞

❝Stay down, if you know what's fuckin' good for you.❞

❝Fine, yeah, I'm fuckin' jealous! That what you wanted to hear? Huh?❞

❝If you need somethin' else to lick, I know where you can put your tongue at, sweetheart.❞

❝I think you like getting those perfect feathers ruffled.❞

❝I definitely think at least one thing is pretty.❞

❝Trying to kiss you, pretty girl.❞

❝You're stuck with me, baby.❞

❝Please come back with me. I can't do this without you.❞ (...) ❝I don't want to be alone anymore.❞

❝You should see me under the hood of this thing, sweetheart. I’d really have you sweating then.❞

❝We’ll have to pick you up a bikini, sweetheart.❞

❝Oh, c’mon. Just try this one on. Humor me, honey.❞

❝Oh, baby, you should know by now: I’m not one to give up easily.❞

❝You should see what else these fingers are good at playing with.❞

❝Might want to slip your suit on, too if we're going to swim. Unless you'd rather skinny dip?❞

❝I'll tell you this much, honey, the water won't be the only thing making you wet tonight if I have anything to say about it.❞

❝You don't have to keep it together all the time with me. You can be whoever you want now; do whatever you want. No one's going to stop you.❞

❝I'll have to get you liquored up so I can finally take advantage of you.❞

❝God, you're such a fuckin' tease. I don't buy the innocent act anymore, so don't bother with it.❞

❝Be a lot warmer if you just pressed yourself up against me again like last night.❞

❝I'm not tired. You could always help with that.❞

❝Honey, if you wanted to spoon, all you had to do was ask.❞

❝No, that's not my pistol, before you ask. I'm just that happy to see you.❞

❝If you want to keep playing hard-to-get, sweetheart, we still have plenty days of driving before us, so we can play that game. Just know you won’t win.❞

❝I have no problem hand-feeding you, princess.❞

❝I’m nothing if not a man of my word, baby. I told you that you were stuck with me. I meant that. So I’ll wait for however long you want to keep holding out for. You take that to mean whatever you want it to.❞

❝Your hair looks nice, since I never told you. I was right: it makes you look hot.❞

❝You think I acted that way because I didn’t like you?❞ (...) ❝It’s the very opposite. You should know that by now, honey.❞

❝You want to talk, then we’ll talk. But I need to get my blood-alcohol level up first.❞

❝You like my package, sweetheart?❞

❝That your way of asking me to be sweet on you, baby?❞

❝I only had eyes for you since day one, baby. There was just somethin' about you, I guess. Honestly, I think it was the fact you never tried to get my attention.❞ (...) ❝Every man likes a chase. And I'll be damned if you haven't given me one. A few times.❞

❝But once I had her in the backseat and we got down to business, there was only one girl on my mind, and it sure as hell wasn't her.❞

❝You need a hand with that, baby?❞

❝Fuck,❞ (...) ❝Are you always this wet?❞

❝That feel good, honey?❞

❝When you come, sweetheart, I want you to fucking scream my name. I want half this damn place to hear it.❞

❝That's it, baby, come for me. C'mon, sweetheart, you're almost there.❞

❝That's my fuckin' girl.❞

❝Fuck, that's fuckin' perfect. Just like that, angel.❞

❝I'm so fuckin' close, baby. I'm about to cum. Fuck, keep going. Jesus Christ.❞

❝God, that was fuckin' perfect.❞

❝Please, angel, no one has said it to me since my mom left. Please... I feel it, too.❞

❝I know it’s not your monthly or I would’ve found out as much last night with my hand between your legs.❞

❝Don’t ever fucking touch her again! You hear me, you fuckin’ piece of shit?❞

❝You’re fucking mine. You understand me? You’re mine.❞

❝Next time I see another guy touching you, I won’t stop until I have fucking killed him.❞

❝Please don’t go. I’m in love with you.❞

❝I didn’t want to acknowledge it—admit it. I mean, fuck, what if you didn’t feel the same?❞

❝But I just…started seeing you differently the more we spent time together.❞

❝Please don’t leave. I’ll do fucking anything. Please, Y/N. I…I can’t lose you, too. Please, God, I’m begging you, stay.❞

❝I love you. Please. I’ll change, I’ll do whatever it takes. I’ll be whoever you need me to be. Just don’t walk out that door, I’m fuckin’ begging you.❞

❝Just let me prove to you that I can be better. The kind of man that’s worthy of you.❞

❝Angel, I know I don’t deserve you. Fuck, I probably never will. And I know you deserve a hell of a lot better than me. But you’re all I want. I’ve never wanted anything as badly as I want you. I…I need you. Just, what can I do to fix this?❞

❝I want you. Now. Maybe...maybe forever. I guess we can figure that part out together. If you'll still have me. If you could ever fuckin' forgive me for all the shit I've done—put you through. It's not always going to be perfect. I'm going to piss you off and keep getting on your last nerve for my own amusement. I'll never stop being a pain in your ass. But it's only because I—❞ He sighs. ❝Because I love you. So, please, just stay. I think... I think that we belong together. Who the hell else is going to put up with me the way you have? Who else could ever understand the shit I've been through but someone else who's been through it, too?❞

���Honey, I don't want anybody else.❞

❝You have no idea what it meant to me, sweetheart. A lot. Before...whatever shit I did with a girl was just sex. Not intimacy. Things are different with you.❞

❝I didn't know what the fuck to do with that: being in love. So I did the only thing I knew how to and punished you for it. For making me fall for you. Even if that had never been your intention, it happened anyway. It was always going to, I think.❞

❝You've been a naughty girl and you're getting punished.❞

❝Jesus. Easy, killer. I said park it, not give me whiplash.❞

❝Now, how the fuck am I supposed to behave myself when I know what you look like under your clothes now?❞

❝You realize that when we're alone in a room together, I'm not letting you wear clothes ever again?❞

❝I can't believe you're finally mine.❞

❝Shh, I know. You're close, aren't you, sweetheart?❞

❝You're lucky I didn't finish in my fucking jeans just now.❞

❝You do know driving my car isn't the only thing I'm going to be teaching you, right?❞

❝I'll never love anyone else the way I love you, not after everything we've been through. Only we understand each other. No one else ever could—will. You're mine. Forever.❞

❝You're going to fucking cum this time.❞

❝God, you’re fucking soaked. I can hear just how wet you are.❞

❝C’mon, baby, I know you like this. Tell me what you need.❞

❝Tell me how to get you to cum all over my cock, doll.❞

❝You’re fuckin’ insatiable. And I thought my sex-drive was bad.❞

❝I told you I always get what I want.❞ (...) ❝I meant you, baby. It was always you.❞

❝Y’know what, putting you in cuffs at some point seems like a good idea, too, now that you mention it.❞

❝God, you look so fucking hot right now. You’re perfect, honey.❞

❝Maybe I should see what my shifter looks like inside of you next.❞

❝Now there's an idea. You want me to pull your hair, honey? I always wondered what it'd feel like wrapped around my fist.❞

❝Maybe I'll let you yank on mine, too, next time I have my head between your legs.❞

❝Besides, how the hell am I supposed to sleep with you pressed up against me like this all night?❞

❝My face has been between your legs, making a meal out of the place you piss from, and that's what turns you off?❞

❝Baby doll, you're on fire, how do you feel cold?❞

❝Without...without you, all of it means nothing. It'll have all been for nothing. It was for you. All this shit.❞

❝Incase you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m the jealous type.❞

❝Was half-tempted to get my knuckles bloody for you back then, too. Just from him asking you out alone. And right in front of me, at that.❞

❝So, I finally flipped her on her stomach, pretended it was you, and laid some pipe. End of story.❞

❝Not your type, huh? Guess I’m the real winner here after all. So, what was it about me, then? My car? My rebel attitude? My devilishly good looks.❞

❝I wouldn’t have done all of this for anyone else.❞

❝Just trying to show my girl a good time. What, you've never been young and in love before?❞

❝C'mon, baby, we'll go blow a grand at Circus Circus instead.❞

❝Think you might be my little good-luck charm.❞

❝Not my fault that my cock is all you can think about.❞

❝You should know by now that I’m in this for the long haul. That you’re it for me. I know you deserve better than me. You always will. But I’ll try my best, alright? To be a good dad. I had a shitty fuckin’ example, but maybe I can learn from his mistakes. I’ll take care of you.❞

❝We’ll…we’ll get married. I’ll be better than he was. I have to be. You deserve that.❞

❝Don’t worry, baby, you won’t be wearing it long.❞

❝I love you. I love you. I love you.❞

❝Promise me that you’re mine for forever.❞

❝Man, that is one hot mama.❞

❝You’re lucky I’ve already got you knocked up. Because if I didn’t?❞ (...) ❝You’d be on your back right now getting bred.❞

❝Trust me, kid, you could do a lot worse when it comes to parents.❞

❝I’m gonna marry that girl one day.❞

❝Not a good day unless I’ve gotten on your last nerve, sweetheart.❞

❝Well, well, look who it is.❞

❝Somebody specific you’re trying to catch the attention of tonight, sweetheart?❞

❝So, what’s that pretty lil’ heart desire?❞

❝If you’re lookin’ for fun, I’m right here, honey.❞

❝You’re dancing with a man, not a boy.❞

❝You look really pretty tonight. I don’t think I told you that.❞

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

This is random as shit but I think it’s funny 😭

Can I get some headcanons for Jeff, ben and Toby when their (Gn or masc) s/o is in the kitchen, just in the middle of the night, either staring off into nothing or walking in circles; I’m talking like- 3am, eating coco pops or smarties from the bag/box, walking around the room, staring at the floor. And their s/o being like.. ridiculously tired and still drinking redbull/Monster to keep them awake.

I’m autistic and I do it sometimes because idk?? But yeah this was a funny idea and your writing is great, so I’ve come to you! Don’t worry about these if you don’t wanna write them. Have a nice day/night :)

I'm so glad you like my writing! I do not have autism, but I do struggle with maladaptive daydreaming so, i demonstrate behaviors similar to this! I based some of the headcanons off of that so i hope it isnt too far off 😭 🙏

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Toby

Toby is up and down a lot during the night, so he'd probably run into you sometime during one of his many bathroom/snack runs

At first he thinks you're also on a snack run, but when he notices that you are just kind of...staring off into space he becomes suspicious

He steps closer to inspect your behavior, before shrugging and going along with it, grabbing his snack and heading back upstairs, and going back to bed

When he's in a trance like that, he usually doesn't like to be bothered, so he figured he'd just leave you to it

It's about an hour and a half later the next time he wakes up, he stretches, gets up, and walks downstairs

He still finds you there in the kitchen, completely intranced and still slowly eating your snacks

He puffs out his lips and tilts his head with a "hm."

He walks up to you and taps your shoulder, startling you a bit

"Sorry." He says, coming to place both hands on your shoulders "you've been here for over an hour, you ok?"

You nod and rub your eyes "yeah, sorry for worrying you" you say with a yawn

He smiles and kisses your forehead "it's ok, now that I know you're alright"

He takes your hands in his and pulls you towards him gently "now come back to bed, im touch starved" he says with a grin

Jeff

Jeff is a very light sleeper, so the second he feels you shifting away from him, he's up

By the time he rubs the sleep from his eyes, you are already out the door, leaving him slightly annoyed that you didn't notice him waking up with you

He throws on a shirt and walks down the stairs, seeing you pacing around with a bag of smarties in hand, eating them as your mind seemingly drifts off into space

He sighs and rubs his face some more, before walking up behind you and trapping you in a hug, placing three warm kisses to your shoulder "what are you doin' up this early loser?"

You exhale loudly and bring a hand up to rub his head "just....thinking..." you mutter

He kisses you again, this time on the cheek "alright, I'll quit buggin' you. Come back to bed soon, though. You know I can't sleep well without you"

He presses yet another kiss to your cheek, before letting go of you and going back upstairs

When you finally decide to head back upstairs yourself, you grab an energy drink so that maybe once jeff falls asleep again, you can come back downstairs and think some more

When you get back into the room, jeff is laying on the bed, seemingly asleep, until he notices your presence

He moves his head to look at you, before sitting up and stretching "pulling an all nighter, huh?" he asks, gesturing to the energy drink in your hands

You glance at it, before nodding "yeah, I guess so"

He sighs tiredly and yawns "alright, i reckon I'm staying up too, then" he says with a grin

BEN

BEN, having no need to sleep, rarely does so

He instead uses his nights to play video games or catch up on some work he fell behind

Tonight, when he had thought you'd fallen asleep, he got up and turned on his PC, pulling up steam and looking for a new game to play

While he was doing this, you got up and snuck out of the room, going downstairs to do your usual routine of just pacing around and staring into space

He plays his new game for quite a while, before getting bored and looking behind him to check on you

When he sees that you are not there, an eyebrow is raised

He pauses the game and gets up from his chair, looking around for you in various places you'd be in

He finds you in the gym, pacing around. He assumes you picked the gym because it's mostly empty, so you won't be disturbed

He walks over to you and steals a handful of your snacks "whatcha doing" he asks with his mouth full

"Thinking" you reply, not bothering to stop moving around

"Kay, well don't stay up too late, I wanna play animal crossing with you tomorrow" he says, squishing your face and kissing your squished up lips

He is about to go out of the gyms door before he pauses and looks back at you "also, bring me a soda once you're done" he then steps out, closes the door, and goes back upstairs

Hes such a little shit, i apologize for his behavior

[shun-nie]

SatoSugu x gn!reader

-> you're usually calm and have a stern personality, it's not often people see you laugh or act playful. Satoru and Suguru may be an exception though.

Warnings(not really😔)!!! Just fluff, no use of Y/N

After dealing with curses all week and getting soaked because the sky decided to pour its tears on you while you were on your last mission of the week, a mere human can't help but need their 17 hours of sleep. Now, you were usually a light sleeper, always opening your eyes at the slightest sounds to see Gojo Satoru(and unfortunately your boyfriend.) stealing your hoodies in the middle of the night or Geto Suguru(unfortunately you boyfriend too.) getting on your bed beside you beacuse he couldn't sleep.

You were now sleeping silently like some kind of decomposing corpse, probably in your 47th dream where curses doesn't exist. A very peaceful dream. Of course, this peace disappeared after a heavy thing that could compare to a fat bear suddenly fell on you.

You cursed under your breath and opened your eyes, then closing them again beacuse of the blinding sunlight shining on your face. You could hear a familiar annoying voice laughing quietly against your skin, well, you would groan and push Satoru off of you like you normally would but didn't had the energy right now.

"Rise and shine, sunshine!" Satoru said loudly enough for your ears to bleed, you sighed out and looked at Suguru who was across the room, examining some books on your shelf. He hummed and turned his pretty face towards you, smiling before walking over to your bed and sitting down on the edge.

"You slept a lot, are you sick? You didn't even wake up when 'toru opened the door." Suguru asked, his concerned gaze on your tired looking face. You were staring at him silently, which concerned the sorcerers before you. Well, it was kind of weird watching their normally stoic lover watching them with an unreadable gaze. As Suguru opened his mouth to ask if you were okay again, they were surprised when they saw you smirk in Suguru's direction.

"Hey, were you always this pretty? Or do I have some kind of weird filter in my eyes?"

Suguru was shocked, flustered, confused. Who was this person in front of him? Satoru was no better, he was shocked too but also why were you complimenting Suguru before him when he has the most beautiful eyes in the whole world? Damn, this world is not fair. There was silence for the next minute before you turned to Satoru, the sunlight poured on him, and he looked like a rare diamond under the light. Well he still looks the same to you, guess you don't have any filter in your eyes that could compare with Snapchat.

"Damn, go away. I feel like shit next to you two, lookin' all pretty in the damn morning huh?" Okay. Serious question. Who the fuck?

"Alright. Who are you and what have you done to my baby?" Satoru said, placing both of his cold hands on your cheeks. You could say he was flustered, maybe beacuse you know him much more than anyone or maybe beacuse he is a dumbass when it comes to you and Suguru. Speaking of Suguru, he was still speechless. Well, he knew you could act like a dork in the mornings or when you were tired but never had he heard you compliment him with such lovestruck gaze. He came to his senses again, looking at Satoru who was slapping your cheeks softly while you were smiling like a dork, he chuckled at the sight and kissed your cheek.

"I'm being serious, you need more sleep." Suguru said softly, it was nice to see you being open and letting yourself enjoy the moment. Your lives were difficult, and all three of you would probably prefer a normal life. You took your job seriously and you turned into a tough person because of your experiences in your life of being a sorcerer, it was hard to get to you through the walls you put around yourself. Suguru felt happy. He felt happy that you finally let them in. He felt happy that you trusted them enough to show them your bright colors.

He felt happy, in love.

"No. I don't know you and I'm taken." He heard Satoru say before he started to whine as you pinched his cheeks.

"By who?" You had a playful grin on your face, Suguru chuckled at the sight of you teasing Satoru.

It was going to be a great day.

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(I forgot I had a blog ngl)

[peacheeeliz]

011. hurry up we're hungry (1k wc)

“Thank you all for joining today, and I hope you enjoyed the stream!” You speak towards your camera, waving goodbye to chat with a sweet smile. “See you guys on Wednesday for the fourth session of empires!”

You say a few more goodbyes before you finally shut down the stream, letting out a sigh. Playing with Yuyu went great, and you had a lot more fun than you thought you would. But after streaming for about five hours with him, you were ready to hit the sack and sleep until noon tomorrow. You're about to just walk away from your desk completely before a deep chuckle brings you from your sleep-filled thoughts.

“Feeling tired?” He questions. You totally forgot you were still on call with him, as he kept quiet while you did your outro.

“Yeah, a little,” you answer, laughing softly. “But, knowing me, I'll probably just be lying in my bed for hours, scrolling through TikTok.”

He lets out another laugh at that comment, “same, not gonna lie.”

You smile softly at his laughter, leaning back in your chair. “If you're not in any rush to head to bed,” you start, playing with the wire of your headphones. “Would you mind maybe chatting for a bit?” He falls silent for a bit, and you continue before he has a chance to answer. “Just because it feels like we don't know each other that well, is all. Want you to feel more comfortable with me, despite the whole war going on and stuff.”

“I'd love to,” he responds, and you can almost hear the smile in his voice. “I don't really know anyone on the server that well, to be honest, so I kinda needed this.”

“Not even Yeonjun?” You ask, hearing a quiet ‘nuh-uh’ as your answer. “I'm surprised seeing as he invited you to join the smp.”

“I think it's just because I'm another popular streamer, honestly,” Yuyu answers truthfully, and you hear the shuffle of his shoulders shrugging.

“But you're not just any other popular streamer. You're obviously more than that,” you tell him, a small frown forming on your lips. “How did you even start streaming? You started just over a year ago, right?”

“Yeah, July last year,” he tells her, finally smiling as he reminisces about that time. “I always played Valorant, you know, it's been my favorite game ever since it came out. So, when my friend suggested streaming in my downtime, it actually sounded really interesting.”

“You don't stream all that often, though,” you note. “You must not have a lot of downtime?”

He lets out a pained laugh at that, “you got that right. My job is pretty demanding,” he pauses for a moment. “But, I really enjoy it. I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.”

You smile at that, “that's really sweet.”

“I mean, that's how you feel about streaming, no?” He questions. “That's what I'm assuming, anyway. You stream a lot more than me, and it seems like you really enjoy doing it.”

“Yeah, I guess you're right,” you respond with a small nod, despite the fact that he can't see it. “God, I've been streaming for so long. It's not really a job for me anymore. You know? Like I can just hop on stream, play silly games with my friends, and it keeps me stable on top of all of that. It's crazy to see how far I've come and how far we've all come.”

“Yeah, you started way back when, huh?” He jokes, laughing through his nose. “Six years ago, right? Sorry, I have a friend who's a big fan, so I know a lot more than it might seem.”

“Aww, you do?” You tease, leaning forward once again to rest your chin on your hand. “I'd love to meet him one day.”

“Trust me, you do not,” he warns. “He's already threatened to crash my stream today. Almost disowned me after I killed you during the first empires session.”

You let out a soft chuckle, “that's cute. Come on, it won't be that bad if we just talk for a bit, you tell him, drawing out a couple of words.

He shakes his head lightly, “I'll think about it, alright? But I really don't think you two will be a good duo,” he starts, hearing your exaggerated gasp through his headphones. “He's crazy, and you're…. also crazy.”

“Wooow,” you exclaim, letting out a pained laugh. “Says the one who just blew me up the other day.”

“Hey, hey, that,” he pauses, chuckling. “That was an accident. I really did think Soobin was going to walk in first.”

“Oh, I'm so sorry for foiling your plans by walking into my building first,” you say, rolling your eyes. “Thank you for rebuilding it, though. Very sweet of you,” you tease, smiling softly.

You can just tell he's rolling his eyes in response, “it was the right thing to do, after killing you what? Three times now?”

“Even more if you count the Among Us stream,” you comment, giggling.

“Damn, I owe you big time, don't I?” He replies, sighing. “I'll make it up to you whenever you ask.”

Before you can respond, you hear a muffled voice coming from your headphones. Yuyu gives a quick ‘sorry,’ before responding to who you assume is his roommate. You sit there quietly, trying your best not to listen in or interrupt the two.

“Sorry, forgot I had plans with a few of my friends after the stream,” he comes back to you, frowning that your time together was cut short.

“No, it's all good, don't worry,” you tell him. “Go hang out with your friends, have fun.”

“Thanks for understanding,” he says, smiling. He hesitates, but doesn’t forget to tell you: “We should, uhm, do this again sometime. It was nice.”

You smile as well, “we should. I'm here whenever, alright?” You respond. “Well, unless Sungchan pulls me away. He gets a little jealous when others get more attention than him.” His deep chuckle rings through your ears again. “Talk to you later, Yuyu.”

“Yeah, talk to you later, Y/N,” he replies, waiting until you leave the call to finally close out of the app. He leans back in his chair again, smiling to himself.

synopsis ⤏ you're trying to peacefully build your starter house on the empires server when your neighbor so rudely (accidentally) kills you, starting the biggest war on the server just one day in.

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[fakeuwus]

RECKLESS | lee heeseung

now playing ☾⋆⁺₊🎧✩°｡ reckless by madison beer

"how could you be, so reckless with my heart?"

⁺ ⋆˚ genre: idol!hee x nonidol/university student!femreader, pure angst sorry lol, established relationship

⁺ ⋆˚ warnings: cursing, lowercase intended, barely proofread, mention of i-land LOL, lots of dialouge and idk if thats even a warning but had to put it out there, use of nicknames like babe/baby, infidelity

⁺ ⋆˚ word count: ~1k

⁺ ⋆˚ message from nic: wanted to put smth out while working on my jay fic!! got inspired by this show i was watching called "the game" (dont watch it its like highkey misogynistic and a bit racist and just overall so bad 😭) i wanted to rewatch it bc i used to watch it as a kid and now i realize how bad it was skdkd. but basically the bf is a pro football player while the gf is in med school and a certain plotline in the show inspired this 😁 also this is my first writing piece so pls be nice and feedback is appreciated!

heeseung slowly opened the front door to the apartment you and him shared, trying to be as quiet as possible since you were most likely sleeping. once he made it in he tip toe'd his way to your guys' bedroom. "did you have fun tonight hee?" you asked, while sitting on the couch with nothing but the lamp on. heeseung jumps, "holy shit you scared me! baby what are you doing up? come on let's get you to bed."

he walks over and tries to give you a kiss. you turned your head down only allowing him to press it to your forehead. you were pissed. actually, you were beyond that. words could not describe what you were even feeling at the moment.

you get up from the couch and stand before him, "you didn't answer my question. did you have fun tonight hee?" heeseung is perplexed by your tone. you sounded... hurt? angry? annoyed? all of the above? he tried to proceed with caution, racking his brain of all the possibilities of why you could be acting like this.

"uh... yeah babe, i had a lot of fun tonight. sorry i stayed out so late by the way. you really didn't have to wait up for me, you're probably tired." he was hopeful this was the right answer. it's gotta be, right? all you could do was stifle a cold laugh.

why the hell were you laughing? what was so funny? heeseung can feel his heartbeat in his ears and his skin was turning hot. you had never once acted this way in all of the years you guys had been together. it may not seem like a big deal to others, but you had always been so caring and sweet towards him.

even when you guys were arguing, your soft voice never changed. this was new. this was scary. you had a smile that didn't quite reach your eyes now and it seemed like you were staring into his soul.

"yeah heeseung. it's 2 am," you say sounding almost condescending, "but no i'm not mad that you stayed out so late. i mean i WAS, but after someone sent me a little something i realized there are worse things to be mad about." suddenly your phone is shoved into heeseung's hands. his jaw dropped. no. there's no way.

"who sent you this?! wait no it doesn't matter baby you can't believe this can you?" he reaches out for you but you pull away and start walking towards the front door to gather your jacket and bag, "so you're not even going to try to deny it? huh. i guess my friends were right." it makes him sick how you seem so calm on the outside, your words and actions treating this like one big joke while he's freaking out. he'd rather you be a crying, screaming mess than whatever behavior you're exhibiting at the moment.

you turn back around to him, "you think i don’t know who you’re giggling with on the phone while i’m sitting in the room studying for hours? that i’m stupid enough to believe that you’re not making out with her in that video? that i’m blind enough to not see the heart eyes you two make at each other while in the same room?” your words drip with venom and they shoot heeseung straight in the heart.

he feels like the room is spinning and he wants to faint. he wants to go up to you and hold you and tell you that she doesn’t matter, that you’re the only important thing in his life. but that’s not what happens. heeseung is too wrapped up in the moment to admit his wrongs.

frankly, he’s disgusted with himself and at a loss for words right now. he wants to convince not only you but more importantly to himself that he didn’t do anything wrong. and so he does. what comes out of his mouth next are words he’d soon regret. “WHAT DID YOU WANT ME TO DO YN?! i’ve been so lonely lately because you’re so wrapped up in school and she’s THERE FOR ME. she’s been there when you weren’t. i wouldn’t have made out with her if YOU were at the afterparty with ME like i asked you to! we won four fucking awards tonight and i just wanted my girlfriend there to celebrate with me.”

and just like that, you snap. the jacket and bag in your hands are now thrown to the ground and heeseung flinches. “YOU ARE SO FUCKING UNBELIEVABLE! do you hear the words that are coming out of your mouth right now?! i told you i have an exam tomorrow there was no way i was going to that damn party.”

tears are blurring your vision and your breath is becoming uneven. you don’t even recognize the man standing in front of you. “i have a life too heeseung. while you’re out chasing your dreams so am i. do you even acknowledge the sacrifices i have made for you over the past five years? tell me, was she there for you when you first became a trainee? was she crying for you every fucking episode of i-land? was she there every step of the way supporting your career?!"

heeseung doesn’t speak. he doesn’t move an inch yet his brain is moving a million miles per minute. he knows you’re right. he knows that you decline going out with your friends so you can wait for him to come home from practice. that your life only revolves around school and him. and he’s so eternally grateful for you. his heart yearns to express all the love he has for you and that he fucked up so badly. he just wants to fast forward to the part where you guys work through it and everything is okay again.

but that time is never going to come because you walk up to him with a heavy heart, placing the promise ring he gave you all those years ago in his hands.

he stares at the pretty diamond that shines in the moonlight, the only thing illuminating the darkness that’s consumed the space you both once filled with love. “i hope she was worth it,” you say as you open the door and walk out into the cold night. leaving heeseung and all of the memories of your relationship behind.

© fakeuwus 2023 do not repost, translate, or plagiarize

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Carpe Noctem 24

Warnings: dark elements, noncon, age gap, gaslighting, manipulation, violence, blood, other dark elements. Proceed with caution. (short!reader)

Note: Please let me know what you think as it helps me a lot with ideas and I love interacting with you all.

Part of The Club AU

You enter the cafe with an armful of containers. Peter's already there opening as you set down your fare on the counter. You yawn as he turns in surprise at the tupperware stack.

"What's all this?" He asks.

"Desserts. Ideas for specials. I was thinking we could have some taste tests-- where's Cole?"

"Should be on his way. He called, his mother's having some plumbing issues or something. I don't know, he's late," Peter shrugs, " weird, he's never late. A bit... flighty but not late."

"Oh," you lift the containers, "I'll move these into the back office then."

"Don't got a key. Master doesn't work, just leave those by the dishrack," Peter says, "you want a coffee before we open up? Maybe I can come up with a new recipe too... something to go with what you did. What did you make?"

You go down the list and he nods. He scrunches his face and his brows suddenly flick up. He grins and winks.

"Go, sit," he shoos you with his fingers. "I want to surprise you."

"But... should I--" you gesture around you.

"I'm already done most of the tasks. I don't wanna be rude but you look tired as hell."

"I am," you agree dryly.

You don't need convincing. You just want to sit down. The prospect of a whole day on your feet is less than enticing. You feel slightly dizzy as it is. Blame it on the lack of sleep or your missed morning caffeine dose, but you know what's really to blame. Every time you get a whiff of the cinnamon, you can feel Lloyd's arm around your neck. You can hear his growl and your pathetic whimpers.

Just sex. Just like he said. You can't be mad at him for wanting what you promised. He put a roof over your head, so that's nothing. That's what you agreed to.

You sit and rest your forehead against your hand. Even those stiff chairs are cozy to your exhausted body. You shift one way and feel your thighs tingle. It's over, it's a new day, and now you know better. Just like with Johnny, it's better to deal with him before yourself.

Peter clinks and clanks, the machines hissing and whirring, a warmth radiating from behind the counter. You're lulled by the activity as it helps you forget. The abrupt silence brings your head up as his soft footfalls pad around. He presents a mug with foam decorated with a maple leaf. He sets it down and puts his hands on his hips proudly.

"Maple cinnamon latte," he smirks, "we'll need more maple... but it's just a test."

"Huh, thanks, Peter," you pull it close and inhale the scent. You pause and look up at him as he watches you, "what about you?"

"Me? Ha, I've had three espressos and I'm about to crawl across the ceiling," he laughs, "decaf until noon at least."

"Ah, yeah, probably a good idea."

"I didn't know you baked," he says, "you got kids or a husband? You seem like the type."

"Uh no, not exactly," you return your attention to the cup and take a cautious sip, "mmm, it's good."

"Yeah, me either," he sways, "I got time though, you know? I'm twenty-one--"

"Lots," you agree with a snort, "what about that girl that was here the other day? She's cute, she comes around a lot."

"She won't even look at me," he frowns, "but she is cute."

"She just seems a bit shy," you offer, "give it time."

"Yeah, yeah," he drags his sole over the floor, "least I'm not Cole."

"What?" You scoff.

"Oh well, I guess you don't know him that well yet. Guy hasn't had a date in five years. He tries. A lot," he gives a cringey look to the wall, "you know, he ends up chasing off most of the girls arguing about beans and roast level and all that."

"Yeah, he is very particular you agree."

"That's a way to put it," Peter backs up, slowly making his way back to the counter. He stops and turns back to you, another wily smirk, "can I put something out there?"

"What?" You take another drink, this one braver, greedy as your temples begin to pound.

"I think he likes you. You're patient. Especially with him. That's no small feat. And well, he's a dope and you're not hard to like," he sticks out his tongue.

"Peter," you roll your eyes, "he's our boss."

"Not that kinda boss. I've had way worse. Sure you have too," he goes behind the counter and boots up the till, "besides, since you got here, you're kinda the boss now."

"What?" You exclaim again.

The door jars inwards, startling both of you. You look over as Cole rushes in, combing his hair with his fingers as one sleeve falls past his shoulder. He looks about as rough as you feel.

"Hey, boss," Peter squeaks, "what's going on?"

"Ah, nothing," he shrugs off his jacket entirely, "I was stuck in traffic and this asshole swung a tire iron at my windshield a few streets back."

"What?" You stand, "are you okay?"

You cross to him without thinking. He's flushed and slightly breathless. He nods and clears his throat.

"Yeah, yeah, car's in rough shape but I'm fine," his eyes meet yours and his cheeks tinge pink. His nose wiggles and he lifts his chin as he sniffs, "something smells delicious."

"Want one? Maple Cinnamon," Peter offers.

"Maple Cinnamon? When did we add that?"

"We didn't. Didn't want to be outdone."

"Uh, yeah," you interject, "I kinda went crazy in the kitchen last night."

"Crazy?" Cole smiles at you, "how crazy?"

"I made some scones... and some squares... maybe some croissants...."

"Wow, you did all that," he folds his jacket over his arm as his eyes brighten, "that's amazing."

"Enough talking," Peter says, "I've been dying to try!" He peels up the corner of a lid, "can I, please?"

You nod and head around the counter. Cole follows as Peter claims a pumpkin square. You pass, not very hungry, and Cole accepts one. You wait anxiously for their feedback, glancing between them. Both hum and roll their eyes back.

"Oh god, these are like sex," Cole says.

Peter furrows his nose and you're not sure what to say. You hold back a laugh, "well, thanks, I guess."

"Sorry, I'm not in work mode yet," he smacks his forehead, "I'll just shut up and eat.”

“Is that all it takes?” Peter kids and takes another bite.

You shake your head at both of them and look at the clock, “alright, almost opening time. Let's get it together.”

[silverynight]

The heart of the barbarian King

<--Previous

Chapter 4

"Kacchan, I brought berries!" Izuku beams, holding a basket full of them, as he walks back inside the house.

As soon as the alpha sees him, he relaxes immediately and smiles at him fondly.

"I'm guessing you had fun in the market again."

"I did!" The omega nods as he starts washing the fruit so they can eat them as soon as possible. "Your friends are great!"

"They're not bad," Katsuki concedes somewhat, refusing to admit they're awesome, even though Izuku knows he's glad to have them. "Which are your favorites?"

"Huh?" Izuku tilts his head, a bit confused as the alpha hugs him from behind and starts nuzzling the back of his neck.

"The berries."

"Oh! Blueberries, obviously!"

He hears Katsuki chuckle behind himself.

"Obviously."

"They're the best berries, Kacchan," Izuku says, smiling too. For a moment, it's like none of the bad stuff happened and this was his choice: to live near the mountain with his childhood friend. "You seem tense. What happened?"

"I'm feeling much better now," Katsuki assures him, nuzzling against the omega's cheek as soon as he turns around. "It's just... some of them are a bunch of idiots and I have to deal with them almost every single day."

"I'm sorry to hear that, Kacchan," Izuku mumbles sincerely as he places a few berries on a plate and sits next to the alpha at the table. "Here. This will make you feel better!"

"You make me feel better," he assures him, but he takes a bite of the strawberry the omega is offering him.

For some reason, the custom of feeding him the first two bites of every single dish feels a lot intimate now.

It's a bit weird to feed one's friends like that. But Izuku doesn't want to be rude after everything Katsuki has done for him.

"Kacchan, if I ever eat with your friends do I have to feed them too?"

"NO!" Katsuki growls, and for a moment, Izuku thinks he can smell something sour in his scent, but it's just for a few seconds. "Sorry, I didn't mean to yell. What I was trying to say was that you shouldn't... It's just you and me because... we live together."

"Oh! I see!" Izuku nods. "Thanks for letting me know, Kacchan! I wouldn't want to make a mistake!"

Katsuki still looks tense though, so Izuku hands him a cranberry that the alpha eats from his hand before taking a few himself.

He feeds Izuku a couple of blueberries too.

"Wait, you have–" he interrupts himself when he notices the juice of the blueberries sliding from the omega's bottom lip.

Izuku can't see it, but he feels it; he blushes, getting embarrassed and trying to find something to clean himself with when the alpha grabs him by the chin and uses his thumb to remove some from his lower lip...

Katsuki abruptly stops as soon as he realizes what he's doing; he turns completely red and blinks a couple of times. He suddenly rises from the chair and tells Izuku he's done eating and that he wants to rest because he's tired.

"I need to go to my room."

The omega thinks it's a bit early to sleep, but Katsuki is a King; the responsibilities he has to deal with daily must be really exhausting.

He deserves to rest. Izuku cleans everything, washes his face, and eventually goes back to his room.

***

"It's going to be alright, Izuku," the alpha assures him, caressing his shoulder gently as they walk to the middle of the town and sit on the ground around a huge bonfire.

It's been a week since Izuku arrived there and, according to Katsuki, the heads of the clans have grown curious about him and want to meet him.

"You don't even have to talk to them," the barbarian says. "They just want you to be here to see you since you'll be living with me from now on."

Izuku supposes that's fair; they're protective of their people and wouldn't want anyone dangerous to live among them.

He relaxes a bit when he manages to see Jiro, Ashido, Kaminari and Kirishima arriving; they make sure to wave at Izuku and sit next to them.

"Let me scent you, nerd."

The omega nods immediately; Katsuki is the one he trusts the most, and being surrounded by his scent will help him feel a lot better.

The alpha pulls him into his arms before making sure to nuzzle against his scent glands throughly; this time, it feels different for some reason, even when Izuku shyly scents Katsuki back.

"Geez!" Jiro grimaces, looking in their direction before glaring at the barbarian King. "I think that's quite enough! We get it, he's yours!"

Katsuki smirks triumphantly as Izuku gets distracted by the group of barbarians who bring a couple of instruments with them.

He perks up when the sound of music starts filling the air.

"Come on, nerd. Let's dance!"

"But I don't know how to!"

"Just follow my steps and you'll be fine!"

He manages to copy Katsuki's steps and follow the rhythm of the music just fine, and he realizes he's having so much fun! At some point, Katsuki grabs him by the waist and lifts him as he turns them both around. Kaminari and Kirishima are dancing and laughing next to them.

"See?" Katsuki chuckles, putting the omega back on the ground before going back to their spot. The King had arranged his own cape so Izuku could sit on it. "It wasn't difficult at all."

The omega nods because he's a bit distracted by the plates a woman placed on their spot and notices that his has a few blueberries on the side.

As other people dance around the bonfire, Izuku and Katsuki start eating; the omega makes sure to feed him the first two bites of his plate and the barbarian does the same.

After a while, Izuku notices that a couple of people are watching them with curiosity.

"Pay them no mind, Izuku," the alpha mumbles before nuzzling against his cheek softly and placing a hand on his leg almost protectively.

After a while, the heads of the clans decide to leave, but they approach them first and bow in front of Katsuki and Izuku before walking away.

Except three of them. They pay their respects to their King, but ignore the omega completely.

Katsuki growls, looking like he's about to start a fight, but Izuku places a kind hand on his cheek to calm him down.

Kirishima is right next to them in a second.

"Don't make things worse, man," he tells him. "They're doing this to provoke you for what you did to Chisaki. But it's okay, the important thing here is that the majority of them approve of Izuku already."

"It's not like their approval matters to me–"

"I know, but it's an important part of being a King," Kirishima reminds him.

Katsuki rolls his eyes, but grunts in agreement.

"Fucking politics," he grimaces before pulling the omega closer and burying his face in the curve of his neck.

As Izuku strokes his back to calm him down, he looks up at the alpha with red hair and smiles at him.

"Thank you," he says sincerely, prompting Kirishima to smile happily in return.

"You're welcome, Midoriya! Although you do a lot for him already too!"

Izuku is not so sure about that, but he's determined to try; Katsuki is his friend, and he'll be more than happy to help him now that he's stuck in the barbarian kingdom. It's the least he can do.

***

Katsuki starts teaching him hand to hand combat; he's good at it, he explains calmly to Izuku what the weak spots on an average person are, and which part of the body he should usually aim for.

"Although, if they're a trained warrior, that won't stop them," the alpha continues, moving around Izuku in a circle. "You should try to analyze your opponent while you're fighting them and find their weaknesses."

It's like All Might used to tell him; Izuku recalls, trying not to get distracted by the memory of him.

He wonders where he could be at the moment.

Of course, Izuku ends up on the ground after a few minutes; Katsuki has had a lot of training over the years, and a good one because the barbarians are very skilled when it comes to fighting techniques.

"Not bad, nerd," he smirks, offering the omega his hand to pull him up. "You learn really fast."

They keep doing that in Katsuki's spare time over the next couple of days. They also pay a lot of visits to Dynamight so Izuku can pet the cute dragon and tell him how amazing he is.

"He's not cute!"

Jiro and Kaminari spend a lot of time with him lately, and Izuku thinks he can safely think of them as his friends too.

They're getting ready for the trip to the city, although Jiro says that the trip has been postponed a couple of times and she's not entirely sure why.

"But..." Kaminari tilts his head in confusion. "Would you be able to go? I mean... the dark magic won't stop you from leaving this place?"

"It's not the place," Izuku explains. "It's you... I mean, all of you. As long as I don't leave your people, I should be fine. And since I'll be traveling as part of your group, nothing will happen."

Kaminari smiles at him, visibly relieved; Izuku can't help but grin back because he knows the beta was genuinely worried about him.

All of them are such good friends.

***

The more time he spends with Katsuki, the more he realizes being around him feels so natural, like they never stopped seeing each other. It's like they have known each other their whole lives.

Sure, they fight and argue, but they also know how to make things better and apologize when they have to.

"Kacchan, let's spar!"

Izuku doesn't have to tell him twice; he can see the smirk on the King's face immediately before his red eyes spark with joy.

The barbarian jumps at him, but the omega has learned enough to avoid the first hit. None of them are careful when they spar, but they don't try to actively hurt the other either; the main goal of their training sessions is to make the opponent fall to the ground.

It's difficult, especially having someone as Katsuki as his sparring partner because he's great at all types of combat.

But Izuku has learned a couple of things, and he spends his nights taking notes on a journal he bought at the market almost since he got here. He takes notes on everything; the weather, the fauna and flora of the place, Dynamight's habits, his fire and, most importantly, all the things Katsuki and Izuku's friends have been teaching him so far.

Although when it comes to fighting, it's way easier to read it on paper than actually do it.

The barbarian tries to catch him, but Izuku manages to avoid him again; he has realized that even though Katsuki is stronger, Izuku is faster than him.

And he has to use that to his advantage.

Finally, Izuku sees an opening; he jumps at Katsuki and while he manages to throw him, the omega ends up falling with him.

"Does this count as me winning, Kacchan?" It should, right? Because the alpha is on his back, vulnerable, while Izuku is basically sitting on his chest. He's the only one that can move at the moment.

"Huh?" The barbarian blinks a couple of times before looking up at the omega and placing a gentle hand on his thigh. He doesn't seem to be fully aware of what he's doing because once his eyes follow the movement of his hand, he moves it away. "You have freckles on your thighs."

"I have freckles all over my body, Kacchan," Izuku replies, wondering if the King hit his head too hard when he fell.

Katsuki's face turns a deep shade of red, which makes the omega worry even more.

"Y-You win this time," he stammers, carefully grabbing Izuku by the waist, getting him off him and placing him carefully to the side.

As soon as Katsuki is free, he rises from the ground with a single, very rushed jump.

"Are you alright, Kacchan?"

Katsuki doesn't answer, he just keeps walking until he finds the buckets of water they leave outside the house and dumps one all over himself.

"Kacchan!"

"It's alright, nerd!" He says, clothes now soaking wet. "I was feeling really hot... that's it."

"Oh... okay?" The omega is still a bit confused. Although he can tell that clearly worked because Katsuki's face is not red anymore. "Perhaps you should go inside and change so you don't catch a cold?"

"You know what? You're absolutely right, Izuku."

The alpha goes back inside after that, leaving the green haired man a bit confused still. He shakes off some of the dirt from his clothes as he rises and thinks about taking a bath when he sees Jiro and Ashido rushing towards him.

"The trip to the city has been approved! We're leaving tomorrow, isn't that great?" Jiro informs him.

"I can't wait!" He blurts out, beaming, already thinking about the witch. He hopes she has a solution to his problem.

"Where's your blond gremlin?" Ashido chuckles, looking at him with curiosity.

"Inside... changing. But he'll probably be back in a minute."

"It's alright. He can take his time. The things I have to tell him are going to make him mad."

"Why?"

"He won't be able to come with us to the city; he has a couple of meetings to attend to."

She's right, Katsuki won't like it at all.

***

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Love Like You

f!Leo x gn!reader

Warnings: swearing, morning sex, soft sex, you touch his tail, biting, Leo is a spoiled brat..., let me know if I missed anything

A/N: The part 2 to Love Like You, finally some soft smut. I kinda made Leo spoiled because my Leo ghost (for my desktop) keeps asking for pets. Imagine I make a third part with Leo dealing with your death... that would be funny, huh?

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Leonardo's eyes flutter open, as he groans and stretches his whole body lazily. He feels like he's still half asleep, before sighing as a yawn forces his mouth open. He sees you laying next to him. Leo's breathing hitches in his throat, a small smile appearing on his face as he starts to pull on his partner, wrapping their arms around your chest as he presses his lips to the back of your neck. Leonardo chuckled before pulling back, nuzzling you cheek while letting out an exhausted sigh.

You groan softly, waking as he pulls you closer, kissing your neck. "Good morning, my dear husband..."

"Good morning, love of my life..." Leo says softly, his eyes flicking up and down his partner's face as he tries to take in every feature. Despite looking sleepy and rumpled, Leonardo's heart swells in their throat at the sight.

You press your body back against his, your back against his chest. "You feeling better, babe?"

Leonardo hummed with pleasure at the feel of your body against his, his breath hitching as he feels his chest rub against his partner's back. "I still feel a little tired but I'm okay," Leo assured them as he wrapped his arms around your midsection. Leo let out an exhausted sigh, feeling your soft skin beneath his hand as he hugged you closer. "How did you sleep, darling? Did you rest well?"

"The best sleep I've had in a while..." You mumble, feeling Leo's hand stroke your side. "You need to come back to bed more often..."

"Don't I know it," Leonardo sighed, feeling the desire begin to brew in his loins. Leo holds you close, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. The world can't hurt him while you're around.

"Y'know..." You hum softly. "You promised me something last night..."

Leo hummed with amusement as their cheeks flushed. "I make a lot of promises in the heat of the moment, my love," he teased gently, lightly tugging on your shoulder to pull you closer. Leonardo's heart stirred a little, his eyes shining. "You know I never intended to keep them~"

"So you don't intend on making love to me this morning~?" You tease, reaching behind you to stroke the back of his neck.

"Oh so that's the promise you're talking about..." Leonardo chuckled, sighing. He grumbled playfully as he wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him. "You convinced me, I'll honor my word. I won't leave you hanging."

"What a fucking tease..." You laugh as Leo pulls you closer.

"Is it really my fault? You're so fun to tease." He smiles, running a hand down your neck and over your shoulder. Leo's smile grows wider as his hand drifts to your waist. "Who's gonna protect the world if we decide to spend a day in bed?" His face darkens slightly as he asks the question. His breath hot on the back of your neck. His hand rests on your hips, holding you close as he speaks. Leo's voice is soft, but serious.

"Raph and Splints are taking care of it." You whine softly, pressing back against him. "Leo, this is the first time we've been in the same bed in like 3 months..."

"I guess the world'll have to wait." He leans in and kisses your neck again, his hand sliding beneath your shirt. "You're right, we should focus on us first..." He finally kisses you, smiling against your lips. His hand running down to your hip again. "You know, I missed doing this... This is what we should've been doing this whole time."

"That's what I've been trying to tell you." You tease, kissing him again. "But you were too busy being 'General Leonardo' you forgot to be 'husband Leonardo.'"

"General Leonardo is a man on a mission. Husband Leo is a lucky man who gets to spend the day with the love of his life."

"Let's never go 3 months without doing this again, deal?"

"Sounds like a good deal to me, but only if I get breakfast in bed." He chuckles, winking at you.

"Spoiled brat..." You sigh, playfully exasperated. "Fine."

"I prefer the term 'loved husband,' but spoiled brat'll do." He laughs, kissing you again. Leo wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer. The weight of his responsibilities slipping away as he forgets the coming days.

Leo pulls you closer, his passion beginning to flare. His tongue pushes against yours, his hand holds firmly on your hip. His thumb slips under the waistband of your pants. Leo's breathing gets heavier as your moan echoes around the room.

"Can't go much farther without losing some clothes..." He grins, tugging your shirt off. Leo pauses for a moment, enjoying the view. His grin widens, placing small kisses on your shoulders. He kisses across to your collarbone, slowly moving down your body. You reach for the hem of his pants, pushing them down slightly. "Woah, hey now... We've got all day to do this. Unless you don't want to enjoy breakfast?" He says with a sly smirk.

"You're insufferable..." You mumble, kissing him again as your hand slips into his pants.

"Am I not allowed to ask for a little break?" He scoffs. "I'm exhausted and I want to enjoy this as much as possible." Leo puts on a serious expression, hoping to keep you from pushing too hard too soon. He nuzzles your neck as he speaks, hoping to use affection instead of authority.

"Sorry..." You remove your hand respectfully, instead caressing his plastron.

"It's okay." Leo smiles softly, leaning down to kiss you. "We have the whole day, we should try to enjoy it." He nuzzles into your shoulder again, pulling you closer. He starts kissing the side of your neck, passion reigniting. Leo holds you closer, kissing growing more intense. His hand slowly start exploring down your body once more. You move so he can settle between your legs more comfortably, caressing his shell. Leo sighs and pulls back as you moan softly, resting his forehead against your shoulder. "You're making me want to skip breakfast entirely..."

"Not my fault your hands feel so good..." You pant softly.

"Don't blame me when you skip lunch too." He chuckles, kissing your neck again. He enjoys your reactions.

"Are you suggesting we skip breakfast all together?" You ask, playfully. Leo tries to resist you advances and keep himself in control as his mind fills with more and more lewd fantasies.

"If that's what you want..." A devilish grin spreads across Leo's lips as he kisses your neck, slipping his tongue across your skin. "... I could be convinced..."

"Gosh..." You sigh softly, pressing your hips to his.

"Mmm... It seems my resistance isn't lasting long..." He chuckles, kissing you again, his hand moving up your stomach. Leo's movements become more urgent as he grinds his hips against yours.

"Oh god, Leo..." You gasp, meeting his hips with your own.

"What are we going to do about breakfast?" He asks, his tone a mix of playfulness and desire.

"I fell like breakfast is the least of our concern..."

"You're right... Let's focus on us, the rest can wait." Leo kisses you again, his hand slipping down your leg, squeezing your thigh. He pulls your leg over his waist. You push your heel into his shell to push his hips harder against yours. "So you're going to be the naughty one today, huh?" He says playfully, biting your neck.

You hum in reply, moving to push your pants off. "Oh no you don't." Leo's hand moves down your leg, but he can't stop smiling. "Don't even think about going any deeper than that." His tone is stern, but playful. He can't stop his voice from breaking mid way, showing you how hard he's trying to hold himself back.

"Why not?" I ask, tilting my head in confusion.

"We all know where this is going to end up if you continue right?" Leo chuckles as he nuzzles against you. "As much as I would love to skip all the responsibilities in the world and focus on us... I can't leave my people behind..."

"Raph and your dad are handling it..." You huff, a little frustrated. "We have all day, yes, but I'm about to lose my mind, Leo... Fuck breakfast, this can be our breakfast or we can get brunch after this. I just... I need you..."

"You know..." Leo sighs, pulling you close. "Fuck... Let's forget about breakfast.." He whispers into your ear, his voice a mix of a chuckle and a groan. You push your pants down more, kissing along his jaw. "Baby... I swear to god..." Leo scowls at you, but his scolding isn't serious. He can't help but smile as he pulls you close to him. "What if we get caught..?"

"I will throw a pillow at them for not knocking on our door before bursting in." You huff, kicking your pants off.

A wide grin spreads across Leo's face. You always did know how to make him smile. "...You know what..." He says playfully, kissing you lightly. "I like that idea." He chuckles, kissing you again, a bit more passionately, and pushing you flat onto the bed.

You kiss him back, your hands on his shell again. "You know it's a little unfair for me to be naked..."

"Oh really..." Leo's voice is filled with playful indignation, he leans down to you, hovering over you as he kisses your neck. "We can always fix that, Y/N." An evil grin spreads across his face, and he begins to remove his pants off, his hand now caressing your leg. Your hands move to his hips, slowly sliding to his tail. You play with it, his tail wrapping around your finger. "Careful, I might just grab you with my tail." He chuckles before kissing you again, running a hand through your hair. "I know you like playing with it"

"It's soft..." You shrug softly. "And I like how you sound when I touch it." You stroke his tail again, base to tip.

"Mmm!" Leo grunts, his tail twisting in your hand. He presses his lips against your neck, holding you close as he kisses you repeatedly, his tail wrapping around your wrist. You moan softly, continuing to stroke his tail, or what you could reach since it was wrapped around your wrist.

Leo's tail releases your wrist as he slowly sinks himself into you. You move your hands to his carapace. "It's not luck" He says softly between kisses. "I chose you and you chose me." His smile widens as he pulls away, just barely, staring into your eyes with all the love and adoration in the world. "And I will always be here for you, and I'll never let go of this feeling. No matter what comes, I will always choose you." His voice is firm and determined, full of love and compassion.

Leo groans, slowly rocking into you, burying his face in your shoulder. He grunts slightly, feeling your nails against his shell, slowly picking up the pace. He lets out a loud moan as you move your leg higher up his waist, pressing you into the bed. He slows his thrusts, not wanting to push you over the edge just yet.

"Fuck, baby..." Leo groans, lifting your leg more, speeding up slightly. He kisses your neck, holding your hips up off the bed. You can tell he's close as his thrusts loose their rhythm. "Cum with me, baby... Please..." He pleads softly. You both reach your climaxes at the same time. Leo holds you close, shallowing thrusting to ride out both of your highs. He slowly pulls out and lays next to you while you recoup. "I don't deserve you..."

"Sweet baby blue..." You huff, cradling his face in your hands. You slightly squish his cheeks. "I landed the greatest man there is. There's no one better, you're it. Besides... I already married you, you're kinda stuck with me." You wiggle the fingers on your left hand in front of his face.

"I'm so lucky to have you. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I don't deserve to have someone like you by my side." He shakes his head slightly. "I don't want to make you unhappy."

You kiss his lips, hard. "I wouldn't have married you if you made me unhappy. That would've been pretty dumb." You smile, kissing his snout. "You're irritating at times... Stubborn beyond belief - almost as stubborn as Donnie..." You kiss his cheek. "But you're my husband. The love of my life." You kiss between where his eyebrows would be if he had any. "And I will always be here for you..." You press a small kiss to the corner of his mouth.

[kharmii]

The two Ginkgo Guild merchants discussing how Volo is sleeping on the job while sniffing togepi like a child with a stuffed animal.

Under the cut, Volo meets AZ another immortal who is much, much more elderly than he is.

Togepi: *toddles along* Wow! Look at all these flowers! Such a lot! *sees torkoal* Huh!?

Togepi: Hey! You there! *to herself* He's kind of a strange person. Bigger than Lord Volo. *to the man* Do you like flowers?

Ah, Mr. Volo!

Volo: Looking for some pokemon?

Mysterious Man: Ah, I'm just traveling.

Volo: Wow! Did you come from far away?

Mysterious Man: ....far west of here....

*sees Volo thinking* ....what?

Volo: No, whether it was luggage or food, it was something I'd never seen around here before.

But you've been using it for a long time and taking good care of it. Have you been traveling for a long time?

Mysterious Man: ....................

Volo: Excuse me! It's a merchant's nature to check out unusual people and things!

Mysterious Man: ....................

Volo: ... Was that a rude question? Forget it...

Mysterious Man: Three thousand years. I've been traveling for nearly 3,000 years.

Volo: ...You've got to be kidding! You're funny!

You have a unique way of communicating!

What kind of Pokemon would you be willing to meet in 3,000 years?

Mysterious Man: *thinking* In the end, questions abound...

*floette chirps*

Mysterious Man: ...Floette: A Pokémon that appears with a single flower

This is one of them, not uncommon in my area.

(Pokemon talk among themselves)

Togepi: Three years?

I don't really get it, but it's been a really long journey.

Torkoal: Can you believe this story, young lady?

Togepi: That person doesn't seem to be lying.

Torkoal: Kohoho...kohoho....you're so smart, young lady.

Togepi: And friend floette? Do you like flowers? I'd like to meet you too.

Torkoal: Kohoho....

Volo: *thinks* From the way he talks... it seems he's not lying about searching for Pokemon...

*out loud* It's not a rare animal, but it's a wonderful one for you, isn't it?

In search of the best one, we travel through time and travel all over the place...

It's a very dreamy story!

Mysterious Man: ....................

Volo: I'll support you! That's how life should be! Me too!

Mysterious Man: Stop it!

The pain that never seems to end...

It's not what you call life. It's hell.

Volo: ...I'm sorry if I offended you.

I have no idea what 3,000 years means, but I think it's wonderful to be able to pursue your dreams over time.

...I mean, what is 3,000 years?

Mysterious Man: Are you kidding?! *lays down* I'm tired. I'll take a little rest.

Volo: Oh, I see... Good night then.

Togepi: Was that person angry?

Torkoal: Cough cough... Oh no...

Mysterious Man: I guess I was just remembering the past.

Togepi: You like flowers, don't you?

What I had before.

Volo: Wait...are you leaving already?

Mysterious Man: *mumbles* You wanted to hear my story.

To live longer than most people and pursue your dreams means to suffer longer than most people.

It means that I am the only one who will be cut off from this world.

This body of mine is from the world... from the dreams I seek...

I guess it's a punishment. Do not step in...!

Volo: Hehehe... is this a punishment...?

But if I could live a long life... Haha... that's true...

Mysterious Man: Hey... are you saying you don't understand?

Volo: I'd love to meet you again, even in a hundred years, and hear your travel stories again!

It all depends on how you look at it, right? As for myself...I want to take my time to learn about the world! I want to pursue my dreams...

If the world is going to punish us for our curiosity, then we don't need such a ridiculous world!

Mysterious Man: I don't know what dreams you have...

You can't extend your lifespan!

Volo: But if you can achieve your dream.

Even the world... if you can live a long time, as long as you like...!

Well then!

How did you get that body?!?!?!

Volo: Please wait. Tell me a little more...

Togepi: ···a little bit. That's not fair. Something like this.

Torkoal: Sorry, little girl.

I can't let you know the details.

Volo: Wow, what a surprise!

To think that so many Pokémon have been hiding their presence up until now...

Like a trained soldier. Looks like a weapon.

(Mysterious Man looks at Volo with surprise)

Volo: *continues* Hehe... but you yourself seem to be more sensitive and honest than you look...

*thinks to himself* There are so many unfamiliar Pokemon... Should I use that to forcefully scatter them?

No... Is it really necessary to know this man's secret and expose my own?

Mysterious Man: …a hundred years later

If we ever meet, I'll let you know.

Volo: ...I get it! I'll have to work hard until then!

*thinks to himself* It's interesting to think about ways to extend lifespan, but it's like buying insurance.

It would be best if my current plan goes smoothly.

Torkoal: See you soon, girl. Thank you. It was fun.

Togepi: ...I hope I can meet Floette soon.

Best regards to Friend Floette.

Torkoal: Cough cough... thank you little girl. Thank you.

I pray that we won't meet in a hundred years' time...

Gible: What do you mean?

Togepi: This is what I mean. Couples with height differences.

(LOL, AZ is ten foot tall to Volo's 6'3". Togepi is about 13 inches tall, and floette is about the same height as Togepi)

Art credit: ベティ@betty07_09 Twitter.

[welstektho]

Etho doesn't have any energy today. He can't figure out why, really. Tango is curled up beside him as he lays in bed, probably just as drained as Etho. But he was working all day yesterday, and all night, too, if he had to guess. But Etho hadn't stayed up at all, in fact he went to bed early. He had the longest sleep he's had in awhile, actually. But he still feels tired and doesn't want to get out of bed. His excuse for now is that Tango is very warm and if he got up he might wake him up on accident. And he couldn't have that, could he?

A scent catches his nose, though, and it tries to lure him out of bed. It smells so good; someone's making breakfast, aren't they? Etho thinks he's right about that. While him and Tango and cuddled up in bed, Wels is nowhere to be seen. The smell alone is nearly enough to make him get up, but all he manages is to hang his arms over the edge of the bed. He puts his head down in defeat. Damn, and now he wasn't cuddling with Tango anymore because he moved. Worst decision ever, possibly.

"Huh. What's wrong?" Etho hears Wels ask. He doesn't bother looking up at him.

Etho just huffs in response. "Ah. A day like that? I get it." Wels sits down beside him, laughing a bit under his breath. "Did you stay up with Tango? I'm pretty sure he saw the sunrise before he saw his bed last night." Etho shakes his head. "No... I went to bed early. But I'm still so tired." He finally decides to sit up, and quickly finds himself leaning against Wels. "You're gonna have to bring me whatever you're making here so I can eat in bed," he says, lightly scratching at Wels' arm. "No, I think you need to get up." Etho groans in response to this. If he gets up he will fall over and die, and it will be a painful slow death. And it'd all be Wels' fault for making him get up. Wels would never recover. Wels nudges him a bit so he'll stop leaning on him, but Etho just flops over. Right onto Tango, but he doesn't notice. "I can't. I don't think more rest will fix me but I need to stay in bed." Or maybe a full 24 hours would fix him! He does have a lot of sleep he missed out on in the past, after all. Wels sighs and shakes his head. He looks at Etho, and Etho sees something. An understanding look. A (perhaps?) disappointing look. "No convincing you then, huh? I suppose it won't matter much if you force it. Well then," He sits up straight, then stands up. "I better get you your breakfast." With that, he's disappeared into the other room before Etho can respond. The smell of the food still entices him still, but he stays in bed. He feels a little more content about it now.

[hopelesslyromanticgay]

An Americano Please Part 4

Word count: 1819 A/N: pretty dialogue heavy chapter. No huge TW's as far as I can tell

Y/N's POV

11 AM rolls around and I'm standing in front of Jenna's apartment complex, anxiously tapping my foot on the ground.

It's a nice day today, not a lot of clouds, which is rare for Autumn here.

"Morning," a familiar voice says. I look up to see Jenna smiling at me, her long black hair swaying with the slight breeze. 

"Hey, how'd ya sleep?" I ask.

"Pretty good, I was really tired," she tells me, pushing her bangs out of her eyes.

"Yeah, working a much as you seem to tends to have that effect," I chuckle.

"I guess it does, but it's not like I can just stop working," she reminds me.

"I get that, everyone needs a job in this day and age," I agree.

"You- you have a leaf in your hair," she giggles.

"I do?" I ask, feeling around my scalp to try and find it.

"Here, let me just..." she gets up on her tip-toes and pulls the leaf from my hair. I find it impossible to conceal my obvious blush.

"All good?" I ask.

"Yep," she smiles.

"Shall we walk?" 

"Lead the way."

We start to walk down the street, quiet at first. Neither of us really know what to say.

"So how come you speak English?" Jenna asks out of the blue.

"Oh, I grew up in an English speaking country, but my parents read in some magazine that raising children bilingually makes them smarter. Turns out they happened to know Romanian, so I kinda just grew up speaking both languages," I explain. 

"I see," she replies.

"They were wrong, by the way."

"Huh?" she inquires.

"It didn't make me smarter, just a more valuable asset to cafe staffs," I joke.

"Ok, that makes sense," she giggles, "so why'd you come here?"

"Who knows, maybe it was to cover up an elaborate crime," I say blankly, "do you speak any other languages?"

"No, just English, but I know a really small amount of Spanish," she confirms, "but I have to know more. Did you murder someone? Am I your next victim?"

"No don't worry," I laugh, "I wouldn't do that to anyone."

We walk a little more in silence, with me pointing out little landmarks as we go.

"That's Casa Zuzulache (this is literly a real place I found it on snapmap) it's an old motel, for some reason it shows up as a night club on a lot of maps though. Confuses a lot of tourists," I chuckle.

"Yeah, I can imagine," she laughs along, "like, you walk into what you think will be the time of your life and all you see is a tired old person behind a desk!" 

We laugh as we continue to walk, I don't know when it started, but at some point, she had slipped her hand into mine, and hadn't moved it since. Normally when someone I like does this, I feel an anxious sort of butterflies, but this. This just feels... right. 

"There's Freya House, it's also a hotel, but it has a decent restaurant. Apparently the soup is bad, but most things I've had there are pretty good."

"Good to know. I haven't gone out to eat much since I've been here. Most places can't accommodate vegans," she says.

"Oh you're vegan!" I exclaim, "no wonder you kept ordering oat milk. I just thought you were really gay!"

She bursts out laughing, "I'm probably some for of gay, but yeah. I'm a vegan." Okay, so by that logic I probably have a chance with her. 

"Where do you film?" I ask, "I could give you some nearby food recommendations."

"That'd be great!" she smiles, "I film at Cantacuzino Castle!"

"Dang," I tell her, "that's pretty cool. It's so beautiful there! As for restaurants:If you have cash to spend, I recommend Canta Cuisine. It's a really nice restaurant. Really plays into the whole 'castle' vibe."

"Ooh cool, you'll have to take me," she grins.

"Bold of you to assume I have the money, haha!" I laugh

"Anywhere else?"

"There's a pretty good pizza place called Eidolon that I'm sure has vegan options."

"If they have fake cheese, I'll go," she laughs, "so what do you like to do around here?"

"My friend Nessa and I like to go to Eidolon every other Friday," I start, "there's not a whole lot to do around here. A lot of the time I just watch TV, feed my betta, work, and go for walks."

"Oh my gosh, you have a betta?" she asks.

"Yeah, her name's cupid!"

"Can I meet her?"

"Sure, I'll take you by my place in a bit if you want," I offer.

"I'd like nothing more," she smiles, "so where are we going right now?"

"You'll see," I reply mysteriously.

"Oh my god you really are gonna murder me, aren't you," she laughs, her eyes lighting up.

"Now why would I murder someone as gorgeous and charismatic as yourself?" I smirk.

"You think I'm gorgeous?" she raises an eyebrow.

"Uhh, yeah. Have you seen yourself?"

"No, I'm a vampire and can't see my reflection," she deadpans.

"Very funny," I respond matching her deadpan, "I don't think you meet the height requirement for vampires though." I reach down to pat her head.

She pouts, letting go of my hand and playfully shoving me, "hey! that's not fair!" 

"Okay, I'm sorry," I fake offense.

"You better be." We continue to walk in a comfortable silence until we get to where I want to show her.

It's about thirty minutes of walking, and the block before we get there, I playfully cover her eyes.

"What's going on?" she inquires hesitantly.

"I don't wanna spoil the surprise!" I reply innocently.

"Okay then." We continue to walk the last block before I finally uncover her eyes.

"Behold," I start to say, "the only English bookstore in Busteni Romania!"

"Oh my god, you're the most amazing human being I have ever met!" she exclaims, practically dragging me through the door.

"You said you liked to read so I assumed this would be fun for you," I tell her.

"Are you kidding? This is the best place ever!" she rushes over to the nearest shelf like a kid in a candy store. I knew this would be a good idea. Her adorable smile tells me just how thrilled she is.

"You're my new favorite person!" she announces. I feel a deep blush creeping up my face.

Jenna frantically searches the shelves, taking a book here and there, but mostly just looking, "I'm gonna come here any chance I get!"

"Mind if I join you from time to time?"

"Only if you bring me coffee," she giggles, she has the cutest laugh, "just kidding, you can join me anytime."

"I just might take you up on that offer." Now it's her turn to blush. 

We stay in the bookstore for about an hour, looking at practically every shelf. By the end, we have more books than we can possibly count.

"Today was really fun, thank you," Jenna smiles, taking my hand in hers.

"Of course, and hey, now you know Busteni a little more!"

"So, are we going to your place or what?" she asks.

"Okay, okay," I laugh, "let's go."

It's not more than a five minute walk from the bookstore to my apartment, which is really nice.

We spent most of the walk in a comfortable silence, enjoying each other's  company.

"Ladies first," I joke, holding the door to the complex for her as we walk inside.

"Woooow, how chivalrous," she laughs along, "cool building."

"Thanks, I guess."

We walk up the painfully steep stairwell to my apartment, Jenna insisted on not taking the elevator, so stairs were the only other option.

"Here's my place," I tell her, unlocking the door. My apartment's not huge, but it's not tiny either. It's a one bedroom with a nicely sized kitchen, perfect for me.

"Wow nice kitchen!" she exclaims, "I should have known you'd have your own espresso machine."

"What can I say, I love my job," I joke, "nah this thing's ancient, but it works great."

"You have a cool place. My apartment doesn't feel like a home yet, more like a hotel room," she confesses.

"Well maybe it's because you haven't made it yours yet," I suggest, "why don't you try decorate it more to your tastes? That is, unless you already have."

"No, I'm barely unpacked, I've hardly lived here for a month."

"Well if you ever need a hand unpacking, give me a call," I smile.

"Okay, I'll take you up on that offer. Now where's this betta fish you were telling me about?"

"Cupid's over here," I guide her towards my bedroom.

"Damn, taking me to bed already. This is moving pretty fast," she laughs.

"Get your mind out of the gutter!" I blush, "Cupid's just in my room." I open the door so she can see the tank.

"Oh my god she's amazing. I used to have a one," she says.

"What happened to yours?" I inquire.

"He jumped out of the tank and suffocated," she says sadly.

"I'm so sorry, that's terrible," I reply, squeezing her hand.

"Probably my first heartbreak," she laughs.

"So what do you wanna do?" I ask.

"I don't know," she admits, "do you want to watch a movie?"

"Sure!" I say, "what are your thoughts on horror?"

"I love horror! You know I've actually been in a few horror movies?"

"That's sick!" I exclaim, "which ones?"

"The new scream, which has yet to come out, and another one called 'X,'" she tells me.

"Scream's a great franchise, it's so cool that you got to be part of it," I compliment her, "I'll try to watch those movies when they come out for sure."

"Oh my god don't," she grimaces, "it's so embarrassing."

"Okay, I just won't tell you if I do," I smirk.

"What were you thinking of watching right now?" she changes the subject.

"There's a new trilogy out called Fear Street if you'd be interested in that? The first takes place in the nineties apparently."

"Sounds fun. I love nineties and eighties music," she confesses.

So that's how we spend our evening, watching the whole entire amazing trilogy.

.... a few hours later ....

"It's getting late, will you walk me home?" she asks.

"Of course," I respond, helping her up from the couch.

We walk home avidly discussing what we had just watched.

"And that reveal with Sarah? Incredible!" she exclaims, "no one would have seen that coming!"

"Exactly! Like, everything you had seen up to that point was just the opposite of what was actually true," I agree.

"Okay but Deena's music taste is phenomenal," Jenna adds, "like it's just so..." she tries to explain the concept but there's really no words to exclaim how good the first movie's soundtrack was.

"And the Cindy and Alice sidestory?" I bring up, "like, so realistic, so queer coded, all around amazing."

"Yeah the representation of so many groups was really well done," she concludes.

"Well, this is my place," she says when we get to her apartment. I wish today would never end.

"Thank you for today, Y/N," she smiles, "I had such a good time, and you made it really special." She gets up on her tip-toes to kiss my cheek. We both stare at each other blushing.

"Good night, Jenna," I squeeze her hand, "It was nice getting to know you."

"I'll stop by the shop for coffee tomorrow, pretty girl," she winks, walking off into the building.

Today was a great day.

Here's some Jenna photos to fuel your brain!!!

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This Starving Heart

#8. Your New Addiction

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Sleeping through the night without feeling the phantom sensations of hands roaming all over his body and nails digging into his skin was rare.

Waking up without his heart hammering into his chest and feeling nausea rise up his throat was even more rare.

A rarity that Shubman only ever experienced when he was home with his family.

But waking up and feeling relaxed with Ishan's arms around him, his head snuggling perfectly against his chest was..... a little too much to handle.

He had behaved awkwardly when they had settled into their room but in his defense, it's not his fault that Ishan keeps taking his shirt off in front of him or that he keeps playing with his hair or the way he bites his locket while scrolling through the phone drives Shubman insane.

He does feel like a creep sometimes but at this point his body simply refuses to listen to him.

His eyes keep ogling Ishan whenever they're training.

His skin breaks into goosebumps due to a mere touch when Ishan grabbed his arm to fix his position.

And when Ishan is not distracting him by existing, his brain worked overtime to create fantasies he never had about anyone before. Some were simple, like imagining holding hands or cuddling with him; others were.....Well....they mostly just caused a lot of inconvenience for him due to the reactions his body had.

He felt his heart hammer in his chest again, but this time, he knew it wasn't because of the nightmares.

Ishan's sleeping face looked like something you'd only see in one of those artistic Indie movies.

Shubman committed every little detail into his memory.

The pretty lips, curly hair, the way his right cheek was smushed against the pillow a little bit, how long his lashes were, the warmth of his arms, the way his fingers curled against Shubman's shirt;

He laid there for a couple of minutes to soak it all in.

His dreams and fantasies may never come true, but this was real. And for him, it was more than enough.

He slowly slid out of his blanket and Ishan's sleeping hug (despite his protesting heart) and went to the bathroom.

Half an hour later, after taking a shower and putting on his clothes, he stepped out.

Ishan was awake and sitting on the edge of their bed, scrolling on his phone with his towel beside him. He looked up at him,

"Are you done?"

"......."

"Hey! I'm TALKING TO YOU!"

"Huh? Oh- Uh....Good Morning to you too?"

God he looks adorable with a bed head.

"That's not what I sai- ugh. Whatever. I asked you if you are done during the bathroom."

"Oh yeah. You can go ahead."

"Hmm... Did you not sleep well?"

It was the best sleep of my lif-

No wait. Can't say that.

"I... No...I slept alright.... I think?"

His face softened in concern then.

"You think? You seem lost. Are you tired?"

Yup. Lost in your-

Shit.

"No. No I slept well."

He grabbed his stuff from his bedside table and turned away without another word.

Staying near Ishan was distracting enough, but his sleepy eyes and toussled hair made him dangerous.

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Breakfast was.....weird.

Hardik bhai kept throwing dirty looks at him and his plate.

It's not his fault his appetite has reduced, so why be upset with him? His uncooperative stomach deserves the glares, not him.

If that wasn't enough, Ishan then snatched his plate and piled a bunch of food he definitely didn't want to eat but...

How many people in the world are fortunate enough to get a plate full of stuff hand picked by their crush?

Not many, he guesses, especially when said crush is THE Ishan Kishan.

So he tries his best to push down the queasy protests of his body and eats.

The stares and lack of chattering around them starts to feel suffocating. He tries to eat as much as he can and then gets up, dumps the plate, and bolts.

He finds Ishan coming after him a minute later.

"You've been doing that a lot, you know?"

"doing what? Putting on pads for batting?"

He tightens the straps on his right leg.

Ishan sighs. "No... Running away whenever you feel cornered."

He bends and grabs his bat.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

He's about to turn away, but Ishan grabs his arm.

"Wait.... Just... Listen to me."

He squirms and tries to free his arm but apparently Ishan's fingers have iron instead of bones as the grip tightens, bordering on painful.

"What? What is it?"

"Just.... Ugh. God I really don't know how to talk to you."

Well.....that's not hurtful at all.

"It's just that... we've been in the team together for a while now but all we have ever done is fight about everything.

Now I can't even ask you if you're alright without making it sound stupid."

His heart gives a squeeze.

"So You're worried about me?"

Is it normal to be this happy over someone worrying about you?

Ishan sighs again.

It's a pretty sound.

To be fair, every sound he makes feels like the soft jingles of window chimes to Shubman but...its not exaggeration if it's the truth right?

"Yes. Yes I am worried about you. You were having nightmares yesterday. I can't remember the last time you ate like a normal person. You keep dozing off in the bus and you always look tired.

What is going on with you?"

"Nothing."

"Don't lie to me! You didn't even pause to think before saying nothing."

He runs a hand through his hair and huffs.

"if you don't want to tell me, which, completely understandable by the way, talk to someone else. Siraj or Virat Bhai or any of your friends. Just don't pretend everything is alright."

Shubman wants to laugh at the irony of it all.

The guy responsible for his sleepless nights and distractions is asking him what's going on with him.

It feels like a cruel joke, because while he knows Ishan's concern is genuine, how could he ever tell him, or anyone what's actually going on?

He would prefer the concerned looks over disgusted ones any day.

So he shakes his head and repeats, "It's nothing Ishan. Nothing anyone can solve anyway."

Ishan stares at his face for a few seconds.

"is it.... Um... You know I don't really care about rumors on the internet but... "

"What?"

"Is it about Sara Tendulkar?"

He has no idea what expressions Ishan sees on his face because he instantly starts apologizing.

"I'm sorry I... It's your personal life and you obviously don't have to answer anybo- "

"It's not true."

"Huh?"

He forcefully spits out each word.

"It's.  Not.  True.

They are pointless rumors and nothing else. I barely even talked to her. I don't like her, we are not secret lovers and I am definitely NOT SACHIN TENDULKAR'S SON-IN-LAW!"

He feels a hand rub his shoulder.

"Hey, I didn't mean it like that.

I believe you, so relax okay?"

He feels drained and practice hasn't even started.

"I'm just tired of the screaming in stadiums and so called journalists insisting I must be dating her to keep my spot in the team.

It just feels like... Am I not skilled enough to get on the team without having connections like that?"

Ishan raises his hand a little and awkwardly pets his head.

"You're here because of hard work, because of your sacrifices and your family's support. I know that. The team knows that.

Other people don't matter."

He leans into the touch.

Ishan's fingers feel magical and his words feel like a soothing shower of reassurance on the stinging wounds of his insecurities.

......that is until Rohit bhai's voice booms over them, breaking the magical spell.

"Oye lovebirds! Come here! We're starting with feilding drills."

He feels like his face is on fire.

Ishan quickly snatches his hand back and starts running. One look at him and the bright red tips of his ears give away how he's feeling.

Shubman runs after him, as he always does.

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