#ain’t nothing stoping me

[shoyoslaugh]

Do not let me be in the same earth as Miguel O’hara, things will get loco 🤤

[4ngeldusstt]

S T A Y

A/N: had this on my drafts and decided to finish it somehow, enjoy!! <3

Word count: 982

Warnings: angst, kidnapping(?, suggestive.

Being a student in the UA was good, you were in your third and last year, one of the top three best heroes in your promotion, you had your provisional hero license and been working with Hawks in his agency for a year now.

Something was going down, the League of Villains was active again and Hawks made sure to keep you updated with all the information there was even though you were still a student, you worked your way into the Pro Hero world and gained their trust enough for them to count on you in important missions like this.

“Hey Y/H/N, we gotta get going.” Hawks told you as you both got into Best Jeanist’s sports car. “Endeavor is fighting with some of the members of the LOV in some abandoned headquarters, we have to offer support.” They updated you so you would be prepared, you were going to fight against members of the league, but nothing would prepare you for who you were actually going to fight against.

As we got closer to the location you saw the so familiar blue flames escaping out of the building’s broken windows making you curse under your breath, you knew this was going to happen sooner or later, you knew that you at some point would have to fight against your now ex boyfriend that you were still so much in love with, and he knew too.

When we arrived there it was Shigaraki, Twice, Spinner, Mr.Compress and Dabi. As the fight went on any of them had the guts to harm you, they were your friends at one point and still cared for you even if you were not a part of them anymore. You were never a member of the LOV officially, you where just a hero in love with a villain and you spent time with them and they grew to like you.

During that time you realized that they were not bad people, society made you believe that villains equal to bad but they were in fact actually really caring they just had different goals to yours, you learned their stories and background what lead them to be where they are and do what they’re doing, you as an empath had a lot of respect for them and understood their situations, despite the fact that you were a pro hero they didn’t hesitate to listen to you and take you in and welcomed you with kindness. They still had hatred for heroes, you didn’t want to change their vision after all, but you were the exception to them.

You used your quirk against Shigaraki trying not to rise suspicions amongst your comrades. Missing on purpose so you didn’t injure him, remembering all those hours you spent with him playing video games and when he listened to you without complaining as you vented and cried every time you argued with Dabi.

Kurogiri opened a portal out of nowhere meaning they where going to retreat already as more heros made their appearance in the situation. “Y/H/N! Be careful!” You heard Hawks yell in your direction as you felt a hand wrapping around your throat pushing you to the portal without hurting you, only for a deep voice to pull you off of the trance you didnt realize you where in “you’re coming with me baby, I ain’t letting you go that easy this time.” Somehow you felt safe. “I still love you.” Your voice coming out as a bare whisper “and I never stoped loving you princess.” The concerned faces of the pro heros as the LOV took you with them was the last thing you saw before all turned into darkness.

You woke up in a so familiar room that belonged to the boy that was now sitting on the end of the bed, his back facing you. “Why did you do that?” Your voice came out softer than you wanted it to be “The time we where apart fucked me up y/n, I know we agreed to break up but I can’t handle to be away from you, I need you with me.” You were quiet, so he kept talking “So, Shigaraki and I came up with a plan.”

You didn’t know what to feel, you were feeling nothing and everything all at once “Basically kidnapping me.” You said rolling your eyes at his words “Yeah, the plan worked though, you are here with me and these shitty heros won’t suspect from you bettaying them, they just think we kiddnapped you.” He finished the sentence with a proud smile, “But they will be looking for me, they will find me and try to take me back Toya, and you know that.” a hint of sadness could be perceived in your tone, you were the only one that he allowed to call him by his actual name, hearing it come out of your lips again made chills run down his spine, he took seat closer to you, still not locking eyes with you “I know baby, but when the time comes it will be up to you if you want to leave with them or.. stay with me.” His hand was now resting on your thigh, looking down at his own feet not being able to even look at you.

By the time you realized you where sitting on his lap, your arms resting around his shoulders as your lips connected with his, his arms instinctively wrapping around your waist holding you as close to him as he could. "No one will take me away from you.” You whispered feeling him grin against your lips “that’s my girl.” He said in the deep voice that you so much loved making you shift in your favorite seat, feeling his hand forcefully grab your ass as a response. “You’re gonna be the death of me.” He whispered as he devoured you neck.

[d03]

Kion's Journey-Chapter 4

A sci-fi action story, read previous chapter on AO3.

A sudden bump awoke Kion with a sudden jolt. The first thing Kion noticed was the throbbing pain in his head and his bare, but bandaged upper body. Looking beside himself, he saw Red, looking less imperious without her oversized jacket and hat. Kion prodded Red awake, trying to not alert whoever was driving.

“Red.. did we?” Whispered Kion and pointed at himself and Red.

“That depends. Are you into rope?” Reds bounded hands peeked up from the blanket.  

Panicked, Kion glanced under the blanket, and found that the mysterious driver had not pilfered his pants. To make sure nothing was missing, Kion looked inside his shoe to check for his 1000 current. Score! Now Kion knew that the driver didn’t want money. 

“Dat morphhead, may 'ave hidden me cutlass, but dis military be filled wit' Devil pattern weapons!” whispered Red

With a sudden thud, the wagon stoped. And from the driver seat came a raven haired and red skinned figure. Despite being the shortest of the three, her aura was the most dominant, with her long sharp arm-blades which extended from her elbow. 

“You two won’t need weapons”

Red sprang up, but found that her feet were also bound together, so her attempt at intimation ended with her falling over.  

Kion squared up, though the bounty hunters still calm. 

“I’m not looking to fight. My plan will be easy and benefit us all”

Kion soften, even Red seemed intrigued by her proposal. The bounty hunter explained that an illegal gun market was taking place nearby, and that with Reds notoriety, they would be granted entrance. After which the bounty hunter wouldn’t need anything else from them. 

 “A wee hole in yer plan, matey. The crims runnin' the market won’t let a bounty hunter in” 

“ Already solved, I’ll pose as your personal nurse, we can disband after we’ve entered.”

“Ye do remind me o' one o' me pirates. On another note, whats yer name?”

“You don’t need to know, so I won’t tell you” 

the bounty hunter went back to driving, though was surprised when she found Kion riding shotgun. 

“So about my shirt.. it was an out of print band shirt. You wouldn’t mind me telling me where you’ve kept it.”

“I threw it out”

“WHAT!”

“It was shredded to hell.”

Kions demeanour changed, becoming more relaxed. With a smooth confident motion Kion flexed his arm behind his head and strutted out his chest. 

“No big deal, I look better without a shirt.”

“Keeping my eyes on the road”

Red snaked her way between the seats.  

“Mind tellin' us why a bounty hunter would risk her licence goin' t' an illegal market?” 

“Again, You don’t need to know, so I ain’t telling you” 

The illegal market was situated in a valley, nestled between great dunes. Some sellers in the open, others in their own cars, most were in tents. Red was let go of her restraints, and walked out to get access from some guards at the entrance. With sudden force the bounty hunter pushed Kion into a corner.

“Listen good and listen well. Buy a vehicle and drive back to Yūtolis, you can still brush this away as a few bad days.”

“You listen!… Wait how do you know I have any current on me?” Kion now doubted if he had stashed 100 current in his shoe.

“Doesn’t matter, all I’m saying is that you need to get away from your captain.”

“What do you care?”

The bounty hunters face looked somehow a tinge redder now.

“Because you.. You don’t need to know”

Red poked her head inside.

“Mateys, we’ve been granted access. Though we’ll 'ave t' leave the wagon outside.”

Inside, the bazar was filled with criminals off every stripe, all side eyeing each other with suspicion. To the naked eye, it looked like a normal street market, but a closer look revealed armed guards and illegal contraband. The three stood out, with the bounty hunters nurse outfit and Reds puffy shirt. Grills filled the air with the smell of barbecued meat. The group moved with decreasing speed though the bustling crowd, which was composed of a wide variety of races, some even Kion couldn’t recognise. Strange people with chromatic skin, elongated noses and long limbs. when they arrived at a table, Kion and Red had lost the bounty hunter. 

“Red did you see were the boun-I mean nurse went”

“No clue, but look at this kick-ass new plasmator, I just bought.”

Kion couldn’t share Reds excitement, he still had a nagging curiosity about why the bounty hunter wanted to be here. 

“Y’know, Kion. I could cover for buying a new arm blade for you, if you stuck around me a bit longer” 

Kion thought back to yesterday, too when he witnessed the his bloody hands and the viscera hanging onto his blade. 

“I don’t think, I should use a blade”

Something patted Kions hip, he looked down, and saw a holstered pistol.

“Something else to keep you safe.”

Kion secured the holster to his pocket, which poked against the data stick. Thereafter Kion pulled out the data stick with the schematics, twirling it between his fingers, how did something so little cause so much trouble. Red looked surprised.

“Why haven’t you crushed that”

“I know it was par of your plan, but we need to hand this over to the authorities, its proof that theres a conspiracy afoot” 

“All it will prove is that my country was involved in reconstruction of that weapon. Which will just hasten another war”

“Never heard of a pirate caring about politics or kowtowing to some conspiracy”

Red features rose in anger, preparing for a brutal retort, but something crossed her mind that settled her down. 

“Typical truth seeker”

Musicians played exciting tunes on their instruments, making one almost forget the illegal nature of the bazar. But Something strange caught Kions attention, the bounty hunter was walking past them, now wearing a robe and headscarf. 

“already done with your errand?” Asked Kion, but the bounty hunter didn’t even meet his gaze. Kion patted her on the shoulder, and was met by an arm blade pointed at throat.

“Back off, stranger!” The bounty hunter said, before retracting her blade and walking away. 

“Red, you mentioned you had a pirate who looked like our bounty hunter, was that her?”

“No, if 'twas her, ye’ve be headless.”

“wait here, I gotta get to the bottom of this.”

Kion set out, but not before Red grabbed his arm. 

“Ye do know, we won’t meet again”

“Is this the last time, Red?”

“It doesn’t 'ave t' be, go wit' me 'n regroup wit' the others.. wit' Vahe.” Red looked like she already knew the answer and felt the rejection. Kion had the courage to stand against trained soldiers, gun wielding maniac, winged psychopaths. But he couldn’t make himself say goodbye. Reds hand slipped from Kions arm, as he walked away. Thereafter Kion want to look back, but his will broke, and looked behind him, only to see that Red was already gone from the table. Kion had experience with sneaking from his childhood. Following behind the bounty hunter lookalike wasn’t hard, her attention seemed on navigating the bazaar. Though the bounty hunter twin led him to something more important then he’d managed, none other then the crooked man! The crooked man was guarded by a black clad gunmen, wearing pilfered military armour. A effeminate merchant exited his tent, only to let the crooked man and his guard in, as esteemed guests. Kion had to duck behind a crate as the twin turned around, had she spotted him? Kions heart hammered inside his chest, as he heard footsteps approach, stopping right at his hiding spot. 

“Why are you shadowing me!? Faker!”

The twin grabbed ahold of Bounty Hunters collar, her arm-blades unsheathed. 

“Hey, hey.. Be quieter, it would be bad if anybody found out were here. She pulled out a pendant which she opened, the picture inside calmed the twin. The Picture was of a young, rugged man smiling, it seems to be teared from some larger photo. 

“How is this even possible..”

“Doesn’t matter.. Just go back to the mission like you never saw me, I know you.. we can do it”

“Of course, we always trust in ourselves”

With that the twin went towards the tent, what followed was the sound of screaming and fighting. What piqued Kions curiosity, was when a strange reverberating sound came from the tent, a blue light seemed to flash inside, and the sound of conflict dissipated. The bounty hunter rushed forward, with Kion following.  

“What are you still doing here!?”

“What happened in that tent?!”

Not slowing down, the bounty hunter ripped into the tent, shocking the already shocked people inside. Looking inside Kion was met by a chaotic sight, three stools and a table were scattered around, spilled tea stained into the carpet. The effeminate dealer held a strange cube with a blue glow, pointing it at the bounty hunter who trained her arm blade against the gun-mans throat. Acting quick, Kion shot the cube with his pistol. With a luminance blue flash, the cube flew apart, the merchant collapsing on the ground. A large gash opened the crooked man’s pant leg, making him wince in pain as he tried to crawl away. Kion was the only one who could see what the crooked man was cradling, a copy of General Zyres memoir with a familiar signature. But there was something more pressing to take care off. 

“Theres no need to point that blade at him, hes wounded and unarmed”

“Don’t shove your nose, where it don’t belong.”

“I wouldn’t be here, if I lessoned to that, beside hes subdued, theres no need for murder.”

A vein made itself apparent on the bounty hunters forehead. 

“You don’t know, what this bastard has done!”

Her blade teetered closer to his throat, her head snapped towards him, her yellow eyes staring into his soul. The gun-mans armour had been slashed open and stained with his ichor.

“Do you remember Cadba?!” She shouted, her blade now pressed up against him, it would only take a sleight motion. Kion knew that intervention, would only hasten the gun-mans death. Each word, made sweat drops roll down his face . 

“Ar.. Are the others?!”

“Most of them, they didn’t talk. All I need is your former lieutenants name, you know the one. They changed and redacted his name, but you, his former underling must remember it”

Cadba? His name? Kion felt like he has just fallen into a new mystery. 

“Okay, you psycho. Before they betrayed him, it wa-“

“Hey, what do you mean they? If I have to witness a interrogation, then want it at least to be coherent”

The bounty hunter turned her head, her annoyance breaking through in her voice.

“the government of Belleru, cyberhole.”

Kion looked absent minded, his preliminary research on the planet was centred on Yūtolis’ parties and beaches, not geopolitics. The south hunter could read his continued confusion.

“The nation we are standing on, founded by Vahe and his fabled men.” 

“Ya, I knew that guy”

“Yeah, you do.” 

She turned her attention back to the gunman, “Now, dirtbag, spill his name”

“Insfirvus, his name was Frigles Insfirvus, or as he is known now, Lieutenant General Ztromer”

Kions blood ran cold, that last name, when did it come to this planet? That dreaded name. But before Kion could spiral, came the blaring of sirens. They could hear people shouting and running in a crazed panic. Another shock hit kion when he looked again at the bounty hunter, the gun-mans throat was slit. 

“The world is better with him dead.”

“I can’t be sure of that, because you're so tight lipped. He might have helped us against whoever is outside.”

The weak whizzing voice of the crooked man, caught their attention. 

“The bazaar has been busted, Zyre’s chosen will make short work of anyone here”

“Drat, They’l find us, before my extraction comes”

Kions mind was buzzing with stress and the bounty hunter looked also shocked, but this wasn’t the Time to lose their head.

“Bounty hunter, if you an I turn over this criminal, the authorities will forgive our presence here and give you a bounty”

“Good quick thinking.  There might be some questioning, though we have to get a convincing story, that leaves out your captain”

As they brewed their story, the crooked man cradled his book. The bounty hunters sharp teeth glisten through her smile, as the soldiers came inside, an expert of hiding her contempt of the military. The military was clad in their red armour, lead by a women who looked more like an undertaker than a military general. Her head was shaved, with a large angry red scar which bloomed from her left eye. Kion and the bounty hunter were quick to unload their story, a convincing tale. Her grey skin and black clothes gave her an ominous edge. 

“escaping a crashing pirate ship and infiltrating an illegal weapon market? Sounds like a real action movie. You're a fine bounty hunter, Akata, but I still have to question your boyfriend. It’s just Standard protocol. By the way, I commend you twos work on catching Menreta, his group has been a thorn on our side” 

“Oh, we're not an item, you're not the first to make that assumption.” Clarified Kion. 

Kion was lead out of the tent, outside he saw many carted off into planes heading towards the jailhouse. 

“Looks like con air is overbooked today. On another note, might I have your name?”

“My apologises for not introducing myself, its agent Tod”

Kion was led away from the military forces. “You’ve likely already experienced how tumultuous this country.. This planet, can be. We can help you leave?“ 

“What do you mean?”

“that it’s for the best you leave the planet, before you get hurt more. You will get some financial help from us, since you bagged Menreta”

“I still have business on this planet”

Her face become more stern. Kion knew this sweetheart deal was too good to be true. A ringing came from Agent Tods earpiece. She turned away, before whispering in her device. 

“Kion, I have eyewitnesses saying you aided the criminal Puroji.” Her voice was ice cold, each word punctuated with hard gravity. But the only person who knew about his involvement would be Menreta.. and Akata. Had she really betrayed him? 

“Kion, I can’t let you leave with that.”

“Why do you want it?”

Agent Tod reached inside her breast pocket and pulled out a badge with a lighting symbol emblazoned on it. 

“This is an absolute mandate, all in this country respect it, less they incur the full wrath of Belleru. Now give me that”

The drive was squeezed between his fingers. Red had said knowing of flood was a death sentence, so no matter his choice, he wouldn’t get out of here easy. 

Agent Tod pressed the yellow buttons which adorned her gauntlet “I’m only doing this to protect my country, I hope you understand that”. Then Kion felt something on his neck, a subtle feeling which gravitated towards his neck. Subtle as a prowling predator. Thereafter He felt it clamp down on his neck, though Kion managed to grab ahold of the garrotte string before it could crush his neck. Though the shock made Kion keel over, he could see that the string was attached to Tods gauntlet. Tod kneeled next to him, “Don’t struggle, rest knowing that your death, will strengthen this nation’s peace.” 

The string was now cutting into his fingers, as the force increased. Then Kion felt a respite, the string had been cut, both none the wiser on the culprit. Before they could react, a blade swept down on Tod, cutting her across the face. Now Akata stood between Tod and Kion, her black hair flowing in the desert wind, sharp blades protruding from her elbows. 

“Akata, move away aside and I forgive this incident. Stay and be considered a threat to state security.”

Akatas scowl deepen and Tod placed her mandate in her pocket. With sudden fury, Tod swung her arm, the light exposing the garrotte attached to her gauntlet, now swinging in the air. As a result Kion could see the arch of the garrotte falling towards Akata. However Kion pushed Akata out of the way, both landing in the sand. Sand was hurled up in the air, as the garrotte landed, kicking up sand at the impact area. Kion and Akata hid, shrouding themselves in the sandy mist. 

“Kion listen. If we both tackle her, one of us should be able to knock her out.”

They charged out of the dust, both coming close to striking the agent. Though Kions fist never connected, instead being deflected by a wire whirled around Tod. The string also shielded Tod from Akata, who lacked the proper momentum to cut it down. Kion and Akata were both taken aback, as the wire unfurled and knocked them back. 

“That gauntlet lets her manipulate her wire, thats beyond advanced tech!”

Footsteps of soldiers were approaching, their red helmets peeking from the dunes. 

“I got an escape, follow me!”

Kion ran behind Akata through the bazaar. Bullets flew past them, the remaining tents obscuring them. But the amount of tents thinned out, as they were reaching the edge of the bazaar.

“Here take this!” Said Akata and tossed Kion an arm blade, which she had fished from a display rack. However Kion let the weapon slip from his listless hands, making Akata raise a brow. 

“Are we heading somewhere?” Shouted Kion over the gunfire. 

“Towards my meeting location. My original plan, before the army arrived was to get picked up, by some guys I know. They should be here in a few seconds.”

From out of the horizon, rode cloaked men in their armoured trucks. They're at the meeting place, Kion and Akata were unprotected. Meanwhile the soldiers were closing in, spearheaded by agent Tod. In the nick of time, their rescuers came, manhandling the wheel of their armoured truck to weave a bow towards Akata. A freelancer wearing a heavy trench coat and a respirator mask opened the back seat door, and with one quick motion snatched Akata by scruff of her shirt, and took her inside. Only Akata. Kion was left in the open, as the soldiers trained their guns on him, waiting the firing order from Tod. Therefore Kion jumped on the truck, hanging onto its back. 

“Red Guard, FIRE!!” Roared Tod, the soldiers unleashed the full fury of their weaponry. Hearing the order, Kion claimed on top of the truck. The bullets plinked of the trucks backside, a testament to its fortitude. Out of a porthole, the freelancer clambered out.

“I’m a friend of Akata, let me in.” Said Kion

Instead the soldier pulled out a small revolver from her coat. 

Meanwhile in the backseat Akata’s hands were digging into her pants, his boots digging into the leather seat. “Don’t shoot him! He’s with me.” Shouted Akata and tried to pull the freelancer down, but instead pantsed her by accident. The soldier lowered her arms to regain modesty and dropped down.

“Good, now to get inside” said Kion

Meanwhile inside, Akata and the soldier were tussling.

“Nobody disrespects a Fangian daughter of Latrusu”

“Its your known fault for going commando” said Akata and kicked her in the guts. 

The fight was ended when Kion landed on the freelancer, knocking her out. 

“Oh, sorry. Hey driver, thank this gal, when she wakes up.”

The two could now relax.

“So where are we heading?”

“A safe-house, near the border, which I intend to cross..When we drove here, you asked about why I would risk my licence going here. It was because of that soldier. In my youth I lived in Cadba, there I met him” With slow thoughtful movements, Akata pulled out her pendant, and revealed the picture of the man. “He was a deserter, and fled to Cadba for a new life. He was.. my greatest love. But then Ztromer and his men came, they harrowed the city, looking for deserters like him. When they found him and me by a nearby hill-“ A tears began to flow down Akatas cheek. “They were ordered to kill deserters and whoever associated with them.. But Ztromer gave me a choice to die with him or kill him. In the end, he begged me to take his life.”

“How could somebody do that?”

“He wanted survivors to tell stories about what happens when people befriend deserters. The reason I’m telling you this is because you remind me of myself.”

“Really? How come?” 

“When I first found you and the captain, I noticed your bloody clothes and that weapon you threw away. It still creeps you out doesn’t it? That you were capable of doing that. I know how that can stay with someone, make them believe that their weapon is sinful, but its not!”

“What do you mean, I killed those two, that arm blade would have made me a psycho killer”

“I thought the same, For a long time I hated my blades, believed they damned me. but they are what make me strong. Kion, it's only the strong that can choose merciful in a life or death situation. So please, don’t give up your strength”

“Didn’t know you had such a big heart.”

“Saving you, was like saving myself, nothing selfless about it.”

Then the truck came to a sudden stop.

“Thats strange, there should still be a long ways to the safe-house.”

Before they could resist, they were dragged out of the truck by two large freelancers and forced on their knees. Kions eyes darted around the desolate sandy landscape, until focusing on three figures approaching. It was two bulky armed freelancers, they looked similar with their heavy trench coats, sand caked boots, and respirator masks. The freelancer in the middle, who was shorter than the rest, stepped forward. 

“Akata we had a deal, we would extract you from the market and you would steal the time cube for us. Care to explain, why you lack the cube?”

“Things got complicated, got hit by the damn thing, sent back in time, had to return back to the market and set up a time loop. I still paid for access to your safe house, so just-”

“I remembered you never mentioned that the military could be there, that my men could get killed and that you would bring your little boyfriend with you.”

Kion seemed to recognise his voice.

“Hey, would an absolute mandate be the same worth as that cube?”

Those words cached the interest off the speaker, and he approached closer. 

“Guards, allow Kion to stand up”

Kion dusted his knees off, as hanged over the freelancers leader.

“How do you know.. its really you” Then Kion lunged forward, the freelancers readied their weapons, only for their leader to signal them back down. A quick jab went across the leaders face, knocking his mask off, exposing his grey rounded face. 

“Were finally even.” He said. 

“Kivas. I thought I would never see you again.”

“Reunions can wait, until the deal is done.”

Kion gave Kivas, the absolute mandate, the deal between him and Akata was settled. 

“Does anybody know you stole this?”

“Kinda, I fought some chick and pick pocked it from her.”

Akata was perplexed.

“Kion, stealing a mandate is a death sentence.”

“I’ve already been given one, they can’t kill me twice.”

[bobbys-naughty-corner]

Ushijima x reader

Warning this is explicitly for 18+

Dubcon, little praising, cream pie, big cock Toshi, virgin!reader, f!reader, hardcore

First Time

My legs shakily pry apart in his hand as he strokes his cock in the other. Wakatoshi comes closer and places the tip on my clit. I felt how heavy it was in my hands but now he was going to put it in. He rubs my clit with his dick and groanes softly before sliding it down to my aching cunt. We ain’t never done this before and figure a year is good enough to push our relationship to the next level. Wakatoshi never talked about sex with me and I never thought to bring it up either. We had fun without it. By recently his best friend has been saying somethings to him that he says back to me. He started asking me the most lewd questions too. “YN, can I masturbate for you?” At first I thought he wanted to jerk off in front of me and that got me wet in my underwear. What he actually meant is fingering me. He took over my body so easily that night. Stretching my hole with his fingers while his mouth sucked on my clit until I fell asleep.

My hand shot up to his chest when he slightly pushed against my hole. He looked up at me and moved his hips back. He moved my hand gently and kissed the palm of my hand. He held both of my hands and held them by my head. I felt his dick poking my entrance again. When he began to push in I cried. My legs kicked and my hips bucked around. It hurt badly. “Toshi it hurts!” I complained. He nodded and put my hands around his neck and wrapped an arm around my back lifting me as he fixed the pillows behind me to prop me up. He laid me back down in the pillows and kissed me. His tongue playing with mine, not looking for dominance, he was trying to distract me. He grabbed his dick and aligned himself again and used his hips to push in and his hand to keep him steady. His lips swallowed my loud cries. Still audible but muffled. My nailed raked down his back as he continued to push painfully through me. I turned my head and broke the kiss. Screaming as he impaled me. Toshi grunt in my ear, speaking about how it’s so tight and warm. Must be nice for him while it’s excruciating to me. I didn’t think he was this big, I didn’t expect him to be this big, I wasn’t anticipating it. When I saw it, it was just small and thick but then it grew. His dick got harder, longer, thicker, hotter. “Toshi stop! Wait!” I yelled as I held onto his shoulders. He pushed up my legs, although it did help some, it just made the pain stretch to my legs. “I’m almost done.” He panted in my ear. He looked down and marveled at the sheen of arousal and tiny specks of blood that covered his dick as he pushed all of himself into me. He then stopped and sighed. I whimpered under him as he gently squeezed my thighs, caressing my skin. “You did so well. I’m so proud of you.” He praised me. Kissed my neck and jaw.

I looked down from a small space between our bodies and saw that he wasn’t even fully in. He was too big. “I felt that. Nngh, You’re clamping around me, you want me to move?” He says up and waited for me to nod or say yes. But I just kept staring down at his dick. He moved his hips back and I whined at the familiar pain, my thighs now numb and my vagina puffy and sensitive. He thrust back in and I groaned, arching my back. My eyes hit the back of my head and my legs twitched. Wakatoshi took it as a sign of pleasure and began to pick up his pace. “Toshi! Toshi! Ah ah ahhh! Please!” He was rocking your body and slamming your walls. “Fuuck! YN! Goddamn this pussy is amazing!” His hips clapping against your and his pants labored just like yours. His right hand rubbed your clit and your whole body trembled. Your orgasm was so close. “I’m gonna cum!” I yelled. Toshi shot up and put his hand over your mouth as he fucked you into oblivion. Disregarding your screams and cries as he pounded you. Giving no fucks about your cervix and how bruised it must be. No worries about the precum leaking out his dick. Your hips wildly bucked, trying to get him out of you but only made him hit deeper and brush your g spot. Your eyes crossed as your body shuddered from the huge orgasm. Toshi yelled deeply and pounded harder. Leaning over you and bouncing with the ball so his feet. He was trying to push deeper, he wanted the whole base to be squeezed by your cunt. He wanted your arousal and his cum to make his pubes wet.

A loud hollow pop sound echoed in your ears and you screamed bloody murder behind his hand. He was finally inside of you completely. His cock reached your womb. Toshi stilled for a second before continuing. “Touch your clit.” He demanded in your ear. His voice feral and deep. It made you whimper and do exactly as he says. As soon as your finger circled your clit your hips jumped and you came again. You whole body convulsed under him, your legs pushing against the bed and your chest touching his. Toshi pulled out quickly and pulled you up. Turning you over and holding the crease of your elbows while he shoved his dick back inside of you. Nothing stoping your moans and fucked out pants. Your loud whines and post orgasmic face, tongue hanging out of your mouth, drool sliding down your face and tongue. Your cum spilling down your legs and his, dripping on the bed as he fucks you like a beast. Your body became slump under him. Falling into the bed slowly. “Aaah! Fuuuck!” His cum spilled out as he continued to fuck you. He let go of your elbows and held your hips trying to kill the rest of his load from his cock. Over filling your womb and dropping to the bed as he pushed it in and out of you. Your belly swelled a little from being filled so much. Ushijima pulled out and let the rest land on your back and ass. His cum bubbling out of your vagina as he emptied himself over you.

You passed out on the bed. Covered in sweat and cum. Blood smeared over your thighs and pussy. Thick cum spilling out of your hole and your vagina clenching onto the liquid as it was pushed out by your puffy walls. Ushijima collasped next to you and once his eyes shut he was knocked out.

[foxviewmuses]

“Look I know what ya gonna say,” Andy said as he stoped by the young girl, he knew he should have kept Laney updated, he loved the girl, but things got a little crazy folllowing hint after hint to end up with nothing, “I’m tired and I ain’t got the time to hear a damn speach, I was on a hunt, I bet ya understand what that means,” he told her, as he pulled the chair to sit down, he just wanted a beer, maybe hear her told about things had been, sure she was okay, Andy, then paused, “ya ain’t gonna hug me are ya? ya got huggin’ face...I’m fine...”   @grcveycrds​ (Laney)

[jasmynekenma]

~mystery guy~

Rating: PG 13

Warnings: swearing,mention of blood

About this series will gradually update when i post new series: about Mafia Guy

You yawn waving farewell to your fellow colleagues it was a long day taking care of your patients, you look at the lastest news to keep up with the trend.

11.45 PM you were walking home in the dark alley just scrolling through your feed you lived near your job and walked here more than… uncountable times you could literally close your eyes knowing how to go home.

"awww its so cute" you cooed over the litlle puupy on your feed, "urgh". You stoped in your tracks and look up from your phone to see wheres the sound coming from the cute puppy you were cooing over long forgotten. You took little steps forward to the sound of the groans, not long after you were meet with a guy laying on the floor filled with blood,groaning. "Omg sir are you ok?, Ill take you to the hospital can you stand?" All u get was a whimper you proceed to check his wounds to see if its serious, "alright up we go to the hospital", you pushed down lightly surprised by how he could still push you with a big slash on his stomach. "No" he sure sounded fustrated probably in pain, "sir the hospital is just a few block away", "stop no i can't go there" he whispered in pain ,you were getting worried as more blood came gushing out if he doesn't get treated he might loose too much blood hes being to stubborn to go to the hospital, he was loosing strength to stay awake too all you could do was bring him home and treat him. But bring him HOME? a STRANGER HOME? No outsider ever went to your home only your parents but that was years ago man :D

"Fuck i should really exercise more" you place the injured guy on your couch and slam your lights on to get your first-aid kit. You roll his shirt revealing his deep wound and started to apply some medicine on it to disinfect bacteria (if you're a medic and things is wrong yes you're right i ain't know shit bout this im just using common sense XD ) you place a big plaster over the wound and mend other tiny scratches finally done you sigh and sat across him. Finally getting a good look at the guy you saw that he had red hair that nicely falls down to his shoulder length, he had a scar on his right eye, really broad muscles (totally not drooling over that) your eyes slowly glance lower and just dirty thoughts come rushing in "yep is my cue to go leave now" he got up and took a shower.

1.43AM Saturday

You finally got to lay on your fluffy bed and sleep off all those stressful patients, you turn off your lights and cuddled your cute teddy bear. Not even 5 mins had past you were tossing and turning you groan in fustration and sat up giving dagger eyes to who knows what in that dark ass room. You've been thinking about the stranger you brought home something about him looks familiar someone you've seen before you just can't remember who a patient? ex-colleague? school mate? Checkings a person IC wouldn't hurt right you stood up and head to the living room to see a still sleeping injured guy, you checked his pockets to find any valuables nothing just a phone and..and A FUCKING GUN, "fuck, fuck ,fuck did i brought home a serial killer, mudered what if he harm me" you mind was just going back and forth and you were still troubled by the familiar look of the man. You placed the gun and phone down to relax and not overthink. "Calm down Y/N you got to calm down just breathe in and out everything is fine.." fuck you cursed speed walking back to your room and locking the door you hid in your bed covering yourself with the blankets and decide to find out the truth the next morning and hoping your life not to end. You woke up still drained and went to the bathroom to wash up, you were brushing your teeth when you a loud thud coming from your living room remembering you had a guest in your house you grab the toilet bowl scrub as a defensive weapon tip-toeing to your living room to find your quest making a mess in the kitchen isle you didn't know what to do and just threw the toilet scrub on his head (head shot 🥵) "ow wth" the man groan and turn around to look at you "Y/N !?!"

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Total words: 771

I'll be writing more for the next chapters don't worry🖤

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Visitation Day

It had been years since he last saw him. It took all the courage in him to come to the facility. Had he been avoiding it this entire time? Avoiding to have to face who he thought was his friend? He could hear Henrik in the back of his head. “It is time, you cannot run from it anymore.”

Jackie let out an shaky sigh, his fists balled in his pockets to keep them from shaking. The building towered in front of him, the shadow casted on him making him shiver. In a way, he was grateful he opted to not wear his suit. This was meant to be a civilian activity, right? He wasn’t on duty, and he didn’t feel like being glared by all the criminals he had put in there.

Criminals... he still found it hard to believe his friend was a criminal...

“Alright. Here goes nothing...” Jackie mumbled to himself as he climbed the stairs towards the prison. Hoping he didn’t regret this whole trip.

Relief washed over him when he step through, for a prison it honestly didn’t look that bad. Sure, it was simple place but at least it was clean. Jackie reached the guard that stood between him and the hallway that he assumed lead to the cells. He clears his throat, getting ready to talk.

“Yeah, umm... I came to see Yancy?” His voice was low, he didn’t like how insecure and small he felt. Maybe this was a bad idea. After a beat, he opened his mouth to dismissed what he said but the guard was already opening the door while he talked over the radio to alert the other guards of his presence. With a sigh, he mumbles a thank you and slips in.

His palms started sweating in his pockets. Every single person that was here was because Jackie put them in. If only they knew who he was... hopefully his old friend didn’t rattle about his identity. Another guard directed him to a table and asked him to wait while they got Yancy. Jackie didn’t think he’d come this far, what was he supposed to say? He couldn’t just start a casual conversation after... That memory still hurt.

“‘Nother visitor? Youse sure it’s for me?” Jackie tenses up when he hears the familiar accent, his hands pressed together under the table as he keeps his eyes glued to his feet. “‘Cause I already got a visitor and I ain’t—“

Yancy stoped in his tracks, a baffled expression on his face as his brown eyes laid on Jackie. “— expectin’ no one else...” Yancy whispered, but of course Jackie would hear. The hero slowly rose to his feet, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck since he was lost at words.

The prisioner stood still for a beat or two, taking in the sight before him. You could say there were tears prickling his eyes, but of course the hero failed to noticed that having his eyes glued to the ground. Yancy didn’t hesitate and he rushed towards his old friend, surprising Jackie with a tight hug.

“Youse...” he couldn’t even finish the sentence as he buried his face on Jackie’s hoodie. “Youse finally came...”

Jackie stood there for a few seconds, processing what just happened. He clearly did not expect this. Jackie was ready for yelling, for accusations and life threats, but this wasn’t part of that. He carefully wrapped his arms around the shorter male, it didn’t take him long to fully return the hug. This was his closest friend when he decided to become the hero, Yancy was there at each step of the way. He would never understand why his friend did what he did, but how glad he was to see him again.

“I’m sorry I waited this long to visit you...” he mumbled, guilt seizing his chest.

“Nah, Nah... is never too late, ya know? Couldn’t be happier t’see youses.” Yancy broke the hug to take a look at him. “‘Man, have you grown.”

Jackie chuckles, looking down to see himself, “Yeah, I guess I have.”

There’s a wide smile on Yancy’s face, he doesn’t wait to take the hero’s hand and start showing him around. “Oh, I gotta show youses my new family! You gonna love’em!”

“Alright, alright. Lead the way.”

Jackie put all his attention on his friend, he had to thank Henrik later for making him come all this way. It was definitely worth it, more than he could imagine.

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[rollingthunder06]

hero

hi yes i am aware mine collapses are kind of a trope now but i still wanted to write my own so deal with it. persephone goes into an unstable mine after her (in her mind stupid) husband who was inside when it fell. tw for blood/ichor, scars, mentions of death

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“How are you still standing?!”

Persephone ran to her husband, shifting his weight onto her. Hades was a big man, but good thing she was gifted with adrenaline. “I’m a strong man, lover. Besides I needed to see you again.” His voice sounded like it hurt to speak, he winced as he breathed. This wasn’t good.

She couldn’t pick apart his wounds, just see the bright gold staining head to toe and mixing into a haze with tears blocking her vision. “Well ya got me,” Her words die as he looks at her smiling, ichor tricking down his face from a rather deep gash on his head.

Persephone’d seen mine collapses before, hell she’d been in them several times herself. The wounds heal, but there this was so much blood. Too much blood.

He touched his bloody hand to her cheek brushing through the curls that had fallen out of her snood. “I love you.”

Persephone choked, a lump forming in her throat. She knew Hades, she could read his eyes. He thought he wasn’t going to be okay. Her husband thought he was going to die.

“Don’t talk like that. I ain’t done with ya yet old man.” He laughed, a low, wheezing and heart wrenching sound. “C’mon we just gotta get out, then you’ll be okay.” She tried walking but barely made it a few steps before Hades stopped.

“I can’t lover. Hurts..” The world was pulled out from under her. Hades collapsed, and she fell with him. Her heart hammed while his barely beat. “Hey, Hades, c’mon. You can’t do this to me.. please, Hades please.” She begged, kissing him, touching him, shaking him, anything that might get him to open his fucking eyes.

“Please you asswhole, wake up. Ain’t funny, please,” Tears started falling. Someone screamed loud enough to wake Tartarus. It took Persephone a moment of looking around in confusion to realize it came from her.

Every fiber of her screamed in rage. Why the fuck didn’t he go in with the foreman? Why did he push those shades out when he could’ve saved himself? Why can’t he open his fucking eyes for her?

It felt like a train ran her over, everything stung. A tearing pain in her chest turned tears to sobs. Turned kneeling by his side to keeping herself on his chest so she could constantly hear her husband’s faint heartbeat.

She sobbed, begging him. Praying to him. Praying to Hecate, Thanatos, Hermes, anyone. Hoping they would hear her cries and come to help.

She tore herself apart for not being able to hold his weight long enough to drag him out of the mine. She screamed in the darkness, and the earth rumbled after each rage.

Dust fell along with small pebbles from the ceiling of the mine, and the goddess quickly shut her mouth. Hades wouldn’t survive if the mine came down again even if she would take the brunt.

She was a sobbing, raging mess, clinging to her barely breathing husband as a lifeline. A sticky coating of his ichor covered her skin and dress. She kissed him, trying to make a hint of color come back to his cheeks. It didn’t work, nothing fucking worked.

How could she just sit here and let him bleed? But how could she leave him to go get help? If the cave collapsed again without her to shield him, there was no chance he’d survive. At least now there was a chance.

There was a chance one of the other gods herd her. There was a chance the workers were getting help. There was a chance he would live.

The ground shook.

She dove on top of him

Rocks pounded, a loud banging, stones digging into her skin, crushing her body spread across her husband’s. She felt each one fall and hit, until a sharp pain hit her neck and everything went numb.

Persephone couldn’t move. Her head pounded, but everything below was painless and the thick layer of rock on top of them wouldn’t be easy to move even if she had the strength to try.

No one was coming. They were going to bleed out down here and there was nothing she could do about it. Even immortals had their limits. If they had help they’d be fine, just chalked with scars that would fade over a couple decades. But now the second collapse stoped it was silent.

No one was coming.

She should’ve gone for help when she had the chance. Why in hell did she think she would be fine on her own? Who was she to think she could play hero for her husband?

Nothing to be done now

“Shut up.” She spat at the invisible voices. Her throat burned and barely made a sound.

Just relax, shut your eyes

“Shut up.”

No one’s coming to save you

She’d prayed to the entirety of the Gods, how could it be possible no one heard her? Maybe they just didn’t care. Most of them were asswholes anyway. It wouldn’t surprise her if they’d heard and ignored it, decided just to let them die.

Persephone, daughter of Demeter, Wife of Hades

Goddess of Spring, Patroness of the seasons, Queen of the Underworld

You are no hero

They were right.

The air was thick her lungs, it burned to breathe, she just wanted to stop. If no one was coming why not just stop? She couldn’t save them, she couldn’t fucking move.

Persephone kissed Hades’ bloody cheek, barely feeling him breathe at all. At least they were together. At least one of the last things they’d said was i love you. Gods, why hadn’t she said it back? Why did she have to be a smartass when she could’ve just said I love you?

“I love you.” She mumbles, her alto reduced to worse gravel than before. Gods she hopes he heard it.

The cavern shakes again, a loud sound blending in with her headache to the point she couldn’t tell it apart. She wouldn’t survive getting hit again, so she closed her eyes. It was better to go out sleeping than it was to be crushed.

Hades was there when she shut her eyes, standing in their wedding field. He held his hand out to her and they sat, watching the sun set.

“I tried, Hades.”

He kissed her head, holding her closer.

“I know, lover.”

She sighed, and looked at him. No scars, no scrapes, no blood, just him. Her handsome husband. He wiped her cheek, and she felt tears replace the ones she didn’t know were there.

“I love you.”

If this was death she didn’t mind it. Why did the mortals fear it if dying was like this? This was peaceful, she was in her husband’s arms, what was so bad about this?

“I love you too.”

The sun set and everything went pitch black. Everything ached. It was hot, where was Hades? Why was she alone?

Sharp pains hit her everywhere, wasn’t she dead? Why was she feeling all this pain? Why.....oh.

Her eyes shot open to blinding lights, and she hissed in pain. She immediately shut them and felt around wherever she was.

Silk? Was she in their bed? More importantly how did get there?

Her hand stopped, hitting something large and warm, and familiar.

Hades.

Persephone shot up, desperate every part of her violently protesting. Hades was on his side of the bed, covered in bandages but alive. Tears started falling and she sobbed, wanting to hold him but not wanting to wake him up.

“Lay your ass back down sis.”

She snapped her gaze to the doorway where Hermes was perched. “Hermes?” Her lungs still burned, and her voice was nothing more than hoarse whisper. “You came?”

“We can talk when you lay down. You need rest ya almost died.” She did as instructed and Hermes chuckled. “Leave up to you two to find a way to die.”

Persephone glared, moving closer to Hades despite her body’s begging to stay still. “But i will give it to ya, both woulda’ been gone if you didn’t buy me more time to get there.”

“I didn’t do anything.”

“Maybe not on purpose but tough ass vines saved the two of you from being crushed.”

How? It didn’t make any sense to her, but at the moment thinking was a little too hard. Breathing was hard, simply feeling was exhausting.

She felt warm fingers curl against hers. Hades’ fingers, her husband’s fingers.

He was going to be okay. He was alive. She didn’t give a damn if her body hurt like this for the rest of her life it would be worth it for keeping him alive.

“He’s gonna be okay, sis. You should sleep, you need it with all the drugs Hecate put the two of you on.”

She raised a brow at him. “I beat her by a few minutes. How else do ya think y’all woulda’ gotten patched up? You know me,”

“Good but ain’t that good.” She finished, immediately wincing from the burn. Hermes kept talking, but Persephone drifted in and out of consciousness until all was silent.

It was blank, no dreams claiming her head yet, but she didn’t mind. She didn’t ache in her head. She didn’t feel anything really.

Anything other than the weight of her husband’s hand in hers.

[victorianwestpiano]

Happy Birthday Colette! Headcanon:

I know I’m way to late to dedicate a birthday present to Eva Green since her birthday was on July 6th, last week. But still, I would’ve felt really bad if I did not make this present at all, even if it’s a days late.

So for my next headcanon here’s a mini fic for one of her fictional characters, Colette Marchant, celebrating the first minutes of her birthday:

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Dreamland, July 1920, Colette’s appartment, 11:20 pm:

The night felt dense at Dreamland, because it was the middle of July and the summer became strong and all the employees were exhausted due to the heat. Even at night it was heavy.

Colette Marchant, The Queen of Heavens, was sitting in front of her makeup desk looking at herself in the mirror. She was wearing of of her most elegant gowns, her makeup still on her face and the only lights around her were of the lamps on her livingroom which were iluminating very weakly. And also the electrical lights from outside created a fusion of colors on the floor of her appartment.

Colette took off her high heels shoes and brought her feet to stand on the chair, she hugged her knees and sighed and covered her face with her hand. It has been months since she has been training with Dumbo, it was more exhausting than she expected, but thankfully, she had fun doing it.

“Mhhhm, is 11:21 pm now, huh?” the french woman checked her clock which was on the desk. “Just few more minutes...” she said desinterested.

Colette had always enjoyed celebrating her birthday, since she was a girl she loved to be the center of attention at that very special day.

But now.... mon dieu, she personally thought, things had changed so much. She has everything that she could ever wanted, her spotlight on the trapeze, money, dresses, being a celebrity, everyone dying of envy for her talent. However, why all those things seemed so useless right now? How having all the fame in the world isn’t enough? Colette felt more empty than ever, even her own birthday felt meaningless...but why?

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The training tent:

“Well kids, time to go to bed!” Holt ordered to Milly and Joe.

“Uhhh dad,” Joe protested “just a few more minutes please!”

Holt sighed “No Joe is almost 12 o’clock I ain’t give you the pleasure this time” then he turned his head over his daughter. “Go with him Milly please. I’ll put Dumbo on his corral”

“Ok dad, come on Joe.” the girl grabbed his brother by the hand.

“You too Milly!?” Joe exhaled doing force backwards from his sister’s grip.

“Come on Joe, I know you like to stay awake until very late so when you fall asleep they have to carry you to your bed.” the girl accused with her eyes.

Joe shrunk his shoulders and blushed looking at his circus family. He decided to give up and follow her to their appartment at the Dreamland.

The rest of the circus troupe laughed at the little scene and went to their own rooms to sleep as well. Holt, who just entered Dumbo on his resting place, closed the elephant’s corral and said goodbye to Max.

“Goodnight, Max” he waved at his friend and formal boss “I can’t believe we stayed to late today.”

“Yeah you’re right, but it ain’t 12 o’clock yet, just 30 minutes more and we could’ve had the record!” the old ringmaster joked at the cowboy.

“Yeah” Holt laughed. Suddenly something in his mind made him realize a thing he almost forgot. So he called Max again and asked. “Max, wait! You said 30 more minutes to 12?”

“Well...” the ringmaster ckecked his wrist watch. “Now 27. But why? What do you have to do so late at night?” he asked.

I have only 27 minutes left, Holt thought. “Uhmm nothing Max, just wanted to know. Goodnight.” the cowboy responded a bit nervous.

“Ok...goodnight” with that the ringmaster left Holt alone a little suspicious but he he did not asked more, he was super tired to keep talking.

Holt looked at the wall clock, sighed a tiny laugh and rushed outside with excitement.

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At Colette Marchant’s appartment, the french aerialist was finishing to get ready for bed; she slowly walked downstairs to her livingroom and turned off the lamps little by little. She stoped what she was doing when when her wall clock rang. It was 12 o’clock of the night, her birthday had just started. Which made Colette exhaled a sarcastic smirk to herself. All of the sudden the woman heard a knock on her door.

“Oui? Who is it?” she asked but no one answered. Then the door was knocked again.

Colette sighed and headed to the door, she tied up the black robe and unlocked the latch. She slowly opened the entrance.

“If this is a joke is not funny---”

The woman was interrupted when, out of nowhere, a plate with a piece of chocolate cake with a burning candle on top popped in front of her face. The plate was held by one hand which started gently to turn, to show who was holding it. And in front of the entrance, Colette reccognised the man.

It was Holt.

“Holt...?” Colette was dumbfounded, she couldn’t believe what she was looking at.

The cowboy’s face was iluminated by the little flame of the candle, his smile couldn’t be any bigger and his happiness of what he was doing was practically contagious. After seeing Colette’s face clearly he began to approach her and then... he started to sing.

“Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you...” the french lady began to smile and walked backwards to give her friend space to enter her house while she was hearing him sing.

“...Happy Birthday... Colette Marchant.” Holt tried his best to tune and harmonize well her entire name but he failed a bit. Which made the lady laugh.

“Happy Birthday...to you” the rider finished and both adults connected their glances. Holt talked again, “Happy birthday, Colette.” he said with joy.

“Oh Holt, I just can’t believe this” the aerialist was still taken aback with emotion.

“Well, if I were you I believe it quickly ‘cause the candle will burn the cake very soon.” he joked to her, “Make a wish, princess”. he handed the cake to his friend.

“Tres bién” she said grabbing the plate “Let me think...” Colette closed her eyes like a child, thinking of her wish. “I got it.” she opened her eyes again and blowed the candle. Then she look at the rider’s happy expression.

“I would clap for ya, but...” Holt bowed his head.

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Oh! I’ve brought you somethin’ else. Wait here.”  Holt headed back to the entrance and knelt on the floor on the other side of the door. When he stood up and returned to Colette’s side, he had a tiny bouquette of lily flowers in his hand. “I hope you like these, I didn’t know what kind you like the most.”

“You braught me flowers too, ma cherie?” the aerialist beamed. 

“Why of course! Did you think my only present for ya would be hearin’ me detune?” he joked. “And I’m sorry if this is not one of those big fancy bouquetes, I really wanted to impress you. But this was all I could afford and I had little time.”

“I don’t care Holt,” Colette received the lilys and smelled them with pleasure “These are magnifique. Mercie beaucoup.” she thanked him with a tender grin.

Holt blushed “You’re welcome, is the least I could do. I wish to you a very happy birthday, a year full of joy”

“I hope so...” Colette muttered.

“What?” Holt asked.

“Nothing. I’ll bring some forks, I’m not going to eat this all by myself!” Colette teased and put the flowers on a vase and headed to the kitchen.

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Some minutes later, Holt and Colette were sitting on a couch, sharing the cake together.

“Mhhmm, this tastes delicious! Where did you get it?” the woman asked tasting the chocolate on her mouth.

“Dreamland’s caffeteria” the cowboy responded with same delight chewing  the treat. “I’ve bought it at afternoon hours ago, so I don’t forget.”

“Ah! So you have all this planned since the beggining, uh?” she stated interested.

“You can say that, although I was lucky Joe didn’t find it or else there wouldn’t be cake at all.” Holt teased winking at her.

“Oh Holt,” Colette laughed, “You managed to make me laugh, merci. The first minutes of my birthday and look with whom am I.”

“Crazy, huh?” Holt laughed with her, but then he talked again with a curious glance. “I don’t wanna to bother you, but knowin’ you, I thought you would be more excited for this day. Are you ok? There’s somethin’ wrong?”.

Colette lifted her head and looked at her friend’s eyes. She layed her fork on the plate and placed it on a table near by. “You know me very well, cherie. I cannot hide anything from you.” she sighed

“I knew it. Please tell me.” the cowboy placed his own fork on the plate “There’s somethin’...or somone bothering you?” he asked concerned and serious.

“No one is bothering me, it’s moi. Just moi.”

“How?”

“You know Holt... I’ve always loved celebrating my birthday, it was for me one of the best days of my life each year. But this last years... everything had been so... monotone.”

“I understand.” Holt nodded.

“I know it sounds childish but since I moved here at Dreamland, each birthday party I had was with high society snobs in those fancy and empty events, people who are not my friends, people I don’t know...” Colette bit her lip. “Now, this day turned out to be just another ordinary day for me, nothing special.”

“Don’t say that, it is a very special day.” Holt comforted her “It’s just you hadn’t had anyone to celebrate it.”

Colette gave him a small smile but made it disappear quickly.

Holt smiled back with empathy. he grabbed the lady’s hand continued “Although, you do now.” 

Colette glanced over him again with a bit of amusement, the cowboy squeezed tenderly her hand.

“Look princess, I’ll do anythin’ to make the day you were born special to you again, even though, “ Holt looked at the tiny bouquete of flowers and then at the half-eaten cake “this is all I can offer, is not much I know.”

“Holt, this is the most tender and sincere gesture anyone have ever did for my birthday. I love it!” the woman’s eyes felt a little watery due to the emotion.

“You’re serious?” Holt exclaimed with a grin.

“Oui, mon cherie” she squeezed back he friend’s hand, a teardrop fell from her cheek.

“Don’t cry princess” Holt wipped gently the tear ”Hey how about this? What if we make a party for you with my circus troupe, my kids and Dumbo as well? Would you like that?”

The Queen of Heavens’ heart skipped a bit, she covered and giggled like a girl. “You are offering me a party with your family, cherie?”

“My family it’s your family, princess. You’re already part of it.”

Not surprising at all, Colette’s tears fell with more strength. Mon dieu, when will be the day when I’ll tell this goof what I really feel for him!? she thought. She inhaled deeply and dryed her face with her sleeve.

Holt also felt emotional by looking at his friend, Damn, she even looks beautiful when she cries, the rider thought for himself, C’mon you idiot! Tell her what you feel!. “Colette.... “

“Oui Holt?”

“.....did you liked the idea then?” *you’re a stupid coward* Holt’s mind told him, kicking him inside. 

“Of course I like it” Colette beamed at him “And... speaking of birthday celebrations... how is it for you celebrating yours?” the aerialist asked with playful curiousity, “Tell me, and oh please, do not miss any deatail!” she leaned her right elbow on the couch’s back and rested her head on her right hand.

“Well...” Holt inhaled and rested his back on the couch’s back side “honestly, I have the same problem like yours, but in reverse.”

“In reverse?”

“Yeah, ‘cause now, as an adult, I enjoy it.... but as a boy, I hated it.”

“As a child you hated your own birthday!?” Colette questioned shocked at the rider’s statement.

Holt shrugged on his seat, “The thing is princess, now, that I have a family, that I have children, everything changed for me. You start to see things different and you start to appreciate stuff you didn’t appreciate before.” Holt said looking fondly at the french woman, “Now that I have Milly and Joe, and at the time, Annie, may she rest in peace. My birthday have more meaning for me.”

“I understand, mon amie.” Colette nodded in comprehension.”But what I do not understand, is why as a garçon, a kid, you hated your birthday. All the kids loves those days.”

The Stallion Star sighed “Because the day I was born... was also the day... my mom died, when she gave birth to me.” his throat felt a little tight.

“Oh cherie....” Colette said with empathy, caressing her friend’s shoulder.

“That’s why as a boy, my anniversry was a constant reminder that my mom gave her life for me and she’s no longer with us, or with me...”

“I know what are you feeling Holt, but somehow, your mum lives in your heart  and  as you said before, you’re not alone.” Colette assured him with a soft look.

Holt smiled at her again and placed his hand on top of hers that was on his shoulder. “I think princess, as we mature, is natural we don’t get too excited for our birthdays as we used to.” he explained staring at her hand.

“You are right on that.” Colette agreed. “We are in our fourties, can you believe it?” she stated with an amused tone, looking at the ceiling.

“Yep” Holt widened his eyes.

Colette lowered her face from the ceiling to glance over the rider once more, “We are getting old, right cherie?” she questioned out loud tired.

Holt turned his head to see her directly and gave her a sympathetic expression, “Yeah...yeah you’re”.

With that Colette turned her own head to face him with a gasp, shocked eyes and moth full open at such answer. 

Holt covered his mouth with his only hand and started to giggle like a kid. Not expecting once he looked at her beautiful blue eyes again, she smacked him with a portion of chocolate frosting from the cake leftouts at his face.

“You idiot! Imbecile!” Colette protested like a teenager.

Once Holt received her sweet revenge he stayed mute, trying to wip away the frosting of his eyes. “Ok... I deserved that”

“Of course you desverved it!” Colette grumbled.

“I’m sorry...” the rider apologized.

“On how ridiculous you look right now, I think is fair to forgive you. We are even.” Colette said with a teasing smile.

Holt’s hand slid to the table, “I’m sorry for what I told you...” and all of the sudden, he dipped his fingers on the frosting on the plate as well and wipped it on Colette’s nose, surprising her. “...and for this.”

The lady flinched at the harmless attack and gave him an annoyed glare at her friend.

“Now we’re even princess.” Holt said with pride.

Colette rolled her eyes and cleaned her nose, but after a few seconds, both adults bursted into laughter admiting how funny the other looked covered in chocolate.

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The End.

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He’s Mine: A BakuDeku Fic Spork- Chapter 3

Eyyy it’s time for chapter 3! Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Last time, Katsuki attempted to confess his “love,” Izuku was forced to dress as a girl, Shoto kidnapped Izuku, I ranted about people uke-fying my favorite characters, and Kirishima offered some terrible advice! In today’s installment, Shoto makes terrible jokes and lies to Izuku’s mother, Izuku and Shoto go on a date, and our helpless damsel protagonist gets attacked by a villain!! Also, I provide several of my own takes on the pairing! Special thanks as always to @kittykatz009​, @the-wizard-l​, @satsuneade​, and Phos! Thanks especially for the art, Satsu! LOL

Me: Thanks for the summary, Izuku, but wouldn't your time be better spent experiencing new events?

"OH WELL AS LONG AS THEY SAID SORRY, MY SUFFERING IS RENDERED MEANINGLESS! EVERYTHING'S GOOD!!"

Wiz: OH JOY Me:

My mum shouted me

That's right. She just... threw her head back and screamed MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE as loud as she could One of our neighbors thumped on the wall. "MAKE HER STOP DOING THAT!" I heard a muffled voice roar on the other side. "I'm sorry!" I shouted back. "I don't know why it keeps happening!!" Wiz: JTRHSDGF

Satsu: Oh god Phos: Jeez Me: Wow, okay, sure, just declare yourself someone's boyfriend without asking them first. Wh... Where's Inko going? cOME BACK! WE NEED AN ADULT PRESENT Satsu: Okay but why isn't Inko questioning Deku about this!??? Me: FOR REAL THOUGH "Also, I found some girls' clothing in your bag... Honey, you know you can tell me anything. Is... everything all right? You know I love you no matter what, right?" "mOM STOP YOU'RE EMBARRASSING ME" Satsu: HER ONLY SON HAVING A BOYFRIEND FOR THW FIRST TIME SHOULD BE AN IMPORTANT MATTER Ndvdkfbfkfbksbd Phos: "Truth is I got dressed up in it against my will." "Did they apologize?" "Yes" "Then that’s all right!" Me: I'd love to say it's completely out of character for Shoto to respond to a question with a shitty pun he's no doubt spent hours coming up with... but I could definitely see him doing that, actually but not THIS shitty pun Not THIS one this one... is uNBEARABLE SAVE ME lskjfslkdj pHOS I like how there's a lone quotation mark there, like that line was so fucking bad that even the punctuation is trying to separate itself from it Satsu: SKBFKWBGKDBSKDJIDBFJD 😂 😂 Me: AFTER THE PARK?? WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO THERE? WAS THAT JUST NOT IMPORTANT??? AREN'T YOU WRITING ABOUT THE DEVELOPMENT OF THE RELATIONSHIP?? WHAT THE FUCK Wiz: tjdafgfdhgfhg Me: THIS PERSON'S WRITING!!! IS SO FUCKING BORING!!! PLEASE, GIVE ME SOMETHING!! THE CLOSEST WE EVER GOT TO DESCRIPTION WAS THE LOST CAT THING AND EVEN THAT WAS COMPLETELY INANE Oh boyyyyy the next part

Satsu: They just got there and went back lol Me: I wish this author could be stoped Satsu: Omg she had FANS XDDD Phos: She has tiny electrical fans in her mouth. They’re completely shorted out by now, but that’s what you get. Me: "I'm glad I'm here with you, Tod--I mean, Shoto-kun." "Me too, Izuku." [silence. A crow flies overhead. Crickets chirp.] "Well, this was nice, Izuku, but I should be getting home." "Wh...what? But we just g... uh. O-Okay...??" Satsu: KDBDKFBFJX Me: [throws some rabbits in the air] Two high-up buns I mean, you ain't wrong, Toga DOES have lots of fans, but how could you tell that from looking in her mouth?? A Japanese girls uniform? Uh... is... is there a uniform that all Japanese girls must wear? That sounds like some kind of dystopian hellscape??? Wiz: Not wearing your japanese girl uniform? sirens start up Me:

(Guessed who it is ;))

Yeah, as with everything in your writing, it didn't take a genius to figure it out. It may take a psychologist, however. Satsu: Poor Deku, can't really defend himself even though he has One for all's power and has defeated so many villains already :( Me: I KNOW LIKE WHAT THE FUCK 😂

"Your cute come with me!"

Okay like... if you're going to bother putting an actual yandere into the story, let alone one who is canonically in love with Izuku/wants to murder him, don't you think her dialogue should be a little more characteristic?? Like, uhhh, "I've been waiting to see you again, Izuku-kun! Did you miss me?? I missed you. But it's okay. You'll never go anywhere without me again~" Y'KNOW SOMETHING SCARY AND UNSETTLING Satsu: "hey cutie ;)" Phos: That’s really good dialogue on short notice, Mom Me: WHAT THE FUCK IS AN ALIWAY [someone points to a girl named Ali] "about 140 pounds" aww, thanks Phos!! <3 Why would Izuku follow her though?? He KNOWS what Himiko Toga looks like!! He has fought her before!! Good lord!!

When I saw it my body trembled and I backed up to the wall

Bitch!! This kiddo faced down the League of Villains, The Hero Killer Stain, a humongous freakshow four times his size with prehensile muscles, a performance-enhanced metalbender, several morons in plague masks, and a terrifying maniac who had rearranged his body into a titanic monstrosity with four arms, and didn't back down!!! What the fuck show are you watching???

She cut my cheek

And Izuku just... stood there, I guess, with a bit of drool escaping his semi-open mouth as he stared at nothing vacantly. Wiz: :’)))))) Me: And then he just passes out for no reason?? I?? I don't get it! Was it because of the explosion? Did he get cut a bunch more times (but we never knew because the author was incapable of describing it to us) and pass out from blood loss? Or is he just so frightened of this admittedly-terrifying girl that he just swooned onto the ground???

Sure. Because visiting Deku is something he does all the time I guess. This is so pointless, so bad, so unbelievably boring, oh my god author I've met trees with more personality than your writing. Literally I read a book where a tree was the main character and it was one of the most interesting books I've ever read Wiz: y e p Me: also, there's the "my deku" again [rolling eyes] Satsu: oh god

Satsu: Did Kacchan seriously stalk him for more than two hours Me:

I ran to wards

I hope it was to a psych ward; that's where I'm headed after reading this. Satsu: was it really two hours because nothing happened there apparently Me:

And hit her in the face with my quirk. When I was done beating her up

Oh my god you idiot. You fool. You are like a little baby. Himiko Toga is not so easy to defeat. She's a notorious killer who's wanted for dozens of murders, and she's also a master of deception, extraordinarily quick-witted, and really good at knowing when it's time to skedaddle. >:C Satsu: Two things: He didn't recognize her even though she's from the league of villains Also, he just... Left her there..... Jaz: I'm so offended that they butchered Toga's characterization like this Me:

"Deku?" I asked while shaking him a bit. But he didn't respond

Oh god, he's finally succumbed to shaken baby syndrome from all these people infantilizing him Wiz: fdghjDSFGHJ Me:

I checked his puls

His what now? Wiz: his puls Me: gOD STOP SHAKING HIM OH MY GOD Bridle style. I can only assume this means he wrapped Izuku around the muzzle of a horse Wiz: oh my god Me: Oh, so suddenly Inko is back at the house again?? "A crazy girl tried to kill him with a knife" "IS HE OKAY??" "...I mean, obviously not. Did you not hear what I just said" Satsu: The puls 😂 😂 

Jaz: Bakugou. What. The. Fuck. Me: I went up stairs. Just... some random stairs. I went up them. Yo but for real though... WHY DID IZUKU PASS OUT I don't think more intense stalking is the answer, Katsuki So like... how do you say "had of" but then later use the correct "would've"??? I? Maybe don't rub your finger in his fresh wound, Kacchan?? Wiz: o w Me: "Deku... who did this to you?!" "Oh that? Don't worry about that. I was chasing a stray cat and it, uh, got a little temperamental" "...were you shirtless during this?" "Yeah!" "........why??" "I had just gotten out of the shower." "................look, never mind. My fault for asking." I like how Katsuki's like "I'll make her pay for hurting Deku" but for the past decade it has in fact been him who has been hurting Deku Wiz: OH RIP Satsu: OH LORD Me: I don't get it; why is he just rubbing all these scratches? I can understand if he like, gently traced them with his finger? but you keep saying RUBBING and I'm like, what kind of strange fetish is that??? Wiz: That sounds ow fjcmv Me: So he just intently stares at his childhood "friend" until he himself loses consciousness. Sure. Makes sense. Inko pokes her head in later like "Boys, I made you some sna--oh. They're asleep. Uhh, I guess I should call Mitsuki and let her know Katsuki's staying over... that's nice. He hasn't spent the night since they were four" Satsu: Aww that's actually cute, but very impossible in canon 😂 Jaz: Lol it really is Me: that reminds me of a tiny something I wrote thanks to one of these badfics that I should share with y'all

Jaz: Hey look, it me Me: When u stan two characters becoming friends instead of becoming boyfriends Satsu: Omg 😭 😭 😭 😭 Jaz: FRIENDSHIP Me: YEP I friend-ship them so hard (': Satsu: SLOW-BURN FRIENDSHIP Me: SLOW BURN FRIENDSHIP ALSKDAJ;FKLD I LOVE IT Jaz: Hey, that is AMAZING Me: Katsuki: Fuck that. [holds up his hands, which are sparking] I burn everything fast Kirishima just puts a hand on his shoulder like "whoa, slow down there, ya little pyro"

OKAY, WHAT THE HELL! TOGA INTRODUCES HERSELF TO IZUKU WHEN THEY FIRST MEET, AND LATER WHEN THEY MEET AGAIN HE REMEMBERS HER BY NAME (and Toga looks... uhhh, a little too happy about that). HE KNOWS WHO SHE IS Satsu: Kzbdkfbjejdbd I'm crying at the had placed his head on his chest Me: I'm crying at the fact that apparently Bakugou is able to wrap his hand entirely around Izuku, because I guess he suddenly has Kendou from class 1-B's Quirk now And also "I tured my head" like oh really? Did you need a ture guide? Was it like, an Inside Out thing?? The idea of Izuku sleeping with his head on Katsuki's chest is cute, but I don't think they would willingly arrange themselves like that. It's more of a "we happened to pass out like this after being smashed out of the sky by a villain" pose, and when one of them wakes up they'd be like "aAAAH OH CHRIST OH FUCK [scrambles away like they just woke up cuddling a giant spider]" "he moanded" oh my god save me 😂 Wiz: moanded Satsu: Oh nooooooooo

Wiz: wh Me: "as soon as he [let go of me] I got away from him" Hey look, the first in-character thing that's happened THIS WHOLE FUCKING TIME I like how Inko only exists when the author needs her to

"Coming!" I shouted back

Already? He only moanded once WHY WAS THAT ALL YOU HEARD FROM YOUR MOM? IS SHE LIKE, FADING OUT OF EXISTENCE AGAIN? MAYBE ASK HER WHAT SHE MEANS BEFORE SHE BECOMES MIST? "HEY MOM, DO YOU MEAN HE HAS YOUR BLESSING TO CONTINUE TO ABUSE AND TORMENT ME LIKE HE'S BEEN DOING FOR THE PAST 11 YEARS OR SO??" Wiz: :'))) Me: plus, is she forgetting that a DIFFERENT attractive teenager claimed to be Izuku's boyfriend yesterday?? Jaz: my head hurts from this

Wiz: There is so much happening but also nothing, I'm just. what. Me: Izuku is so fucking dumb in this story that he, to use a phrase I saw in a post today, "wouldn't know how to pour water out of a boot if there were instructions on the heel" Wiz: I freaking love that phrase Jaz: "but Kacchan was already finished.... I guess we have that in common" WHAT THE FUCK Me: And again, he only moanded once. Pitiful Jaz: get these bois to a doctor Satsu: And that's why they have to marry Because they have so much in common Me: Also, why is Izuku clutching his chest? Did he sprout boobs because the author has feminized him so fucking much?

He scoffed his breakfast down.

Okay. "You call yourself a waffle? Pathetic. Eggo, you say? More like, Egad, this waffle sucks." Jaz: WING OMG

Me: Without the umbrella? I suppose it's just as well. Even if it was raining, the author would never tell us Jaz: THEY SPELLED “DAMNED” RIGHT OH MY GOD Me:

while walking

oh my god, for real? couldn't you at least tack that onto some dialogue? Like, I asked while walking??? Jaz: too much work. they had to put all the effort into spelling damned right Me: PFFFFFFFFF The last line there is so depressing because it means the author IS aware of how Katsuki acts in canon... and has chosen to write him this way regardless

"I'm... mm [struggles to speak]" "Kacchan?? Are you okay??" "Yes, it's just that whenever I try to say something in-character my mouth snaps shut and I MMM-MM [flails around desperately]" "[panicking] oH NO! WHOSE QUIRK IS CAUSING THIS" Satsu: Ldbdkdbdkf Me: I like how the author makes Katsuki delay telling him The Big Important Thing until after school... which adds like a whole 6 sentences to the story instead of being a "haha, you'll have to wait for it, readers!" thing And I like how Izuku is self-aware enough to tell people where he's going and who he's hanging out with, but not self-aware enough to realize that he's in a love triangle apparently. Satsu: Of course this is the thing I decided to do to finish my art block lmao

Me: lKJF;LGKSEJRG;AWLKJGD;LKJE;GIJW;EGJS;LKJS;GLSKGJF Wiz: oh my god beauty Me: IM GONAN FUCEKN CRY OMGGGGGG Satsu: THEBIMAGE WAS STUCK IN MY HEAD, I AH TO DO IT LOLLL Me: I LAUGHED SO HARD THAT I CHOKED ON MY OWN SPIT AND COUGHED A LOT [WHEEZES] Phos: Oh my GOLLY THAT’S SO GREAT Satsu: I'M SO SORRY MOM DLVDKDVDKD Me: "Close your eyes!" "Uhhh, Kacchan? Last time you held something behind your back and told me to close my eyes, you threw an angry squirrel at me and then recorded me running around trying to get it off me" "Psh, that was a long time ago, nerd. I'm different now." "That was last week, Kacchan"

"Is it--" "It's not a fucking squirrel, all right! Just do it!!" "o-okay!" Jaz: that picture is so beautiful omg Kacchan isn't going to be happy you dropped those roses Me: Mkay so if Bakugou suddenly kissed him, I think Izuku would leap back and be like "WHO ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU PRETENDING TO BE KACCHAN" "No, it's--listen, it's really me, okay?" "LIAR! WHERE IS THE REAL KACCHAN?!" "I'm right here, you moron! [puts both hands on his chest] I'm Katsuki Bakugou! Cross my heart!" "AHA! YOU'VE SLIPPED UP! KACCHAN DOESN'T HAVE A HEART TO CROSS!!" "Wow, that was kind of fucking uncalled for, but I guess I can see why you'd say that" Jaz: lmao oh my god Wiz: DPESN'T HAVE A HEART TO CROSS Satsu: Kdbsjdhdbd I love that when you write them it's like they go back to normal, oh my babies ;-; Maybe the're just actors on a very bad romance series Me: And then yeah he would absolutely yell at him for dropping the flowers and Izuku would be like "[squints suspiciously] .......Kacchan?" "YES, for the three trillionth time. Jesus, I knew you were an idiot, but I didn't know you were THIS dumb. Now pick up those fucking flowers before I blast a hole through you" "[clutching his own head] wHAT IS HAPPENINGGGGG" Jaz: now THAT'S the Kacchan he knows! Me: What a beautiful greeting for a heartfelt love letter

Wiz: they spelled damn right :oooo Me: I know; it's almost as amazing as their utter disregard for canon Jaz: oh jesus Me: Izuku would stare at that letter for ages and find a hidden message in it Izuku, reading the note: "Hey, damn nerd... Even though I didn't get to tell you yesterday, I was trying to say that I'm in Love with you. I want to go out with you. Let me know what you think. PS- Tell anyone else and you're dead." [long pause] "...............oh my god... the first letter of each line... HE'S IN TROUBLE!! I HAVE TO SAVE HIM" Jaz: Afudshgoudshuigdsh

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Next time: The last installment, in which Katsuki and Shoto fight over our damsel!

[shyeehaw]

Getting interrupted during a make out : Part 2

I’m back with a part 2, hope yall enjoy it <3

Request: Mind if I request John, Dutch, Hosea and Arthur for it?

John

The good thing about Shady Belle is that it has doors.

And John was eager to take great advantage of them.

Waiting on his room as you two had previously agreed, you couldn’t help but to fidget.

Was he tired of meeting you like this? Was it too soon to tell the others?

“Hey darlin, I’m sorry it took so long...”, he said coming closer to greet you, “I was helping Arthur and-“

You hummed in agreement, as your mouth was too busy to answer it.

“I was waiting for this the whole day...”, you said as you pulled John to the bed with you.

“Is that so?”

His body felt hot against yours, intertwining your legs with his got John hungrier, bolder.

  As he kissed your neck you quietly giggled, with his hand covering your mouth, a funny look on his face.

Meeting in the dark like this was fun and exciting, and you could feel tell John agreed.

But to the sound of the door opening, you jumped against the wall, hiding under the sheets.

“John, you seen my bow? I think I left here somewh-“

“Don’t come in!”, John warned, “it ain’t here.”

“Alright, but let me look for it and I-“

“Arthur, just get out of here!”, said John, getting up to close the door on Arthur’s confused face.

To the sound of his steps getting further, John joined you under the sheets, getting rid of his jeans to feel your skin against his.

But this time he had no time to stop Arthur from coming in.

“John, stop this nonsense I’m sure it’s in here and if you just let me... oh.”, Arthur stopped on his tracks, hand still on the door knob, “Y/N?”

Jumping out of bed, only wearing his trousers, John tried to kick Arthur out of the room.

But he wouldn’t budge, laughing his heart out as he watched the angry nearly naked man pushing him out.

“This ain’t funny! Get out of here.”

Being careful not to look on your direction and embarrass the two of you even further, Arthur made his way around John.

With a sarcastic look and his bow in hand, he closed the door, leaving you two in disbelief of what just happened

Dutch

News about a train and a lurking feeling of mutual attraction brought you there.

As you entered the tent you knew the last thing you two were going to talk about was that train.

Watching you like an animal who is about to attack its prey, Dutch came a little closer.

You wanted this so bad, and by the way he was grabbing his belt, you assumed he wanted too.

It all happened fast, considering that for months now you had been storing this inside you.

With his soft curls around your fingers, you had to take a moment and just rejoice on how good it felt to be there.

Memorizing each detail from Dutch’s intense gaze, you leaned forward to meet his lips.

And another time; and another.

Dutch was insatiable, lifting you up and not taking a moment to breath.

You were pretty sure you heard his deep voice turn into a moan, a sigh calling your name.

At this point he looked nothing like the ever spotless man you were used to seeing.

His hair was all messy, his shirt unbuttoned, it was quite the sight.

And it was quite the unexpected sight to an unsuspecting Arthur.

“Dutch!? I’m sorry...I saw nothing!”, said Arthur.

It was just when he said this that you two noticed his presence on the tent.

“What are you doing here, Arthur?”

“I, uh... you called me here? Remember?”

“I called you! But that was an hour ago! Now me and L/N  are....” he cleared his throat looking at your messy state, “talking business.”

“It’s some business, alright.”, Arthur couldn’t help but to smile at little.

“Well? What are you waiting for? Get out!”

Arthur turned around, you noticed his ears were a bit red.

“And son? Don’t ever barge into my tent again like that!”

Arthur looked at Dutch incredulous, it was he whom called him there. But alright, let him have his business, he guessed.

Hosea

It was a beautiful chilly day, and Hosea had many plans to it.

Gathering some fruits and a loaf of bread, he searched you around camp.

“My dear, what do you say we go fishing? Just you and me?”, he asked.

“I’m not that good at fishing, if I may say so.”, you confessed, “but I would love for you to teach me.”

With everything already packed on Silver Dollar, Hosea helped you up (like the gentleman he is!)

“Hosea? Is you two going fishing? Can me and Jack come along?”

John asked, scratching his head, embarrassed to be intruding, “Abigail won’t stop telling me to do something with that boy,”

Hosea looked at you before answering, “We... uh, why not? Come along, son.”

It would have been an awkward ride, if it wasn’t for Jack’s complaints about fishing.

Arriving at the spot, you noticed an old boat, the perfect getaway to still have your romantic afternoon.

Meeting your gaze, Hosea quickly followed your lead, “John, you stay here with the boy, me and Y/N will take the boat.”

“Fine by me”, John shrugged, “It will be fun, right Jack?”

The kid just nodded, clearly wishing to be elsewhere.

Stoping the boat right before where the waves break, far away from their eyes, you and Hosea finally had some time alone.

He shared a blanket with you, getting cozy under it.

You two longed for this, and what it started as a sweet kiss turned to a more heated one.

“I’ve been waiting for this for so long”, Hosea said softly, running his thumb along your jawline.

Age is just a number, and Hosea is still filled with passion, his charm just got stronger as he grew older.

The tender caress was interrupted by Jack’s screams.

“Uncle Hosea! Come here!!”

With a sigh from the interruption, he turned around, not a moment of peace to the old man.

But looking at the sea, he was scared by what he saw.

Swimming as fast as he could, with you behind, Hosea was able to fetch John off the water , soaked as a fish.

“You are as dumb as you look, John Marston!”, he said, helping him up, “What were you thinking?”

“I was...” he coughed some water, “trying to get near, to tell you that the boat was too close. Me and the boy could see it all, old man!”

At first Hosea’s embarrassment shone through, but come ont! He deserves a break from as well!

“Well then, have the decency to look away, take the kid somewhere else! Play with him for once! But don’t go around drowning yourself!”

John was left there speechless as Hosea grabbed you by the hand, pole in the other.

“I’m sorry!”, Hosea said after getting in the boat, more to Jack than to John. He was way too old to be feeling guilty like a kid who was catch doing something wrong.

One way or another he would do something nice in that day!

Arthur

You shouldn’t be distracting Arthur when he is in guard duty, you are painfully aware of that.

But as you ate the hot stew in that freezing night, you couldn’t help but to feel bad for leaving him there alone, cold and hungry.

“Arthur? I brought you something!”, you said warning him it was you coming through those woods.

“Darlin, you shouldn’t have.”, he said smiling gladly at the steaming bowl.

“I thought you could use a hot meal... and some company?”, you got so close you could hear his heart racing a bit.

You two had too little time to spend together, so it was easy to convince Arthur to put his gun away for a moment or so.

“I probably shouldn’t...”, he said looking around, “but... to hell with it! Get over here.”

He asked that nicely, just a whisper in the night. Feeling his warmth you melted in his arms.

Arthur grabbed you by the hips, kissing you as this was the only thing he thought in the last few hours.

Leaning you against a tree, he pressed himself against you, one kiss more heated than the other.

Until the two of you heard a noise. Not very far from where you two were wrapped up against each other.

“What the hell is goin on there? Arthur, is you alright?”

With a burning glow from John’s lantern, you looked away, trying to hide your face.

“Oh so that’s what’s going on here!”, John was as shocked as the two of you were.

“Goddamnit Marston! What... what are you doing here?”, Arthur’s face was blushing, and so was yours.

“I was hearin some noises, maybe some feller was trying to kill you...”, John was now laughing, “but you seem fine to me.”

As John walked away filling the air around you with a debauched laugh, Arthur followed him.

“John! Get back here! I mean it! Don’t go telling on Dutch!”

You could bet if that happened when they were teenagers, the reaction would be the same.

[bunny-and-laugh]

so y’know those really attractive edits with karl and sapnap? where karl is leaning i’ve the back of sapnaps chair and has his arms wrapped around sapnaps neck/shoulders? can you do something like that with a female reader in place of karl and chat is like “bi panic bi panic bi panic” please :) and thank you :)

or if you’d prefer this one, Minx and Niki kissed on a stream cause they were like “yeah f it i’ll kiss you” but reader and sapnap doing that? and it’d be like his first kiss AND it’d be on stream 😳😳 i love him

I haven’t seen any of the edits so I’ll just do the niki and minx kiss (but f!reader and sapnap) !! Hope that’s okay!!

This might take awhile to come out lol I’m sorry. And again I’m not the best writer.

Hope you enjoy !!

💗🌸 :: bunny

The stream kiss

Pairings: sapnap x f!reader

Pronouns: she/her

Tw: none! (Let me know if I missed any please I will fix it!!)

Prompt: anon ask

“No wait- WHAT HE WILL KILL ME”

“ITS A DARE Y/N DO IT”

You rest your hand on your face, stand up and rip quackitys beanie off. I mean that’s what the dare told you to do.

you were chased by quackity for, at least, 5 minutes

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You were streaming with dream, George, Karl, sapnap, and quackity.

You all have been streaming for the past hour or so, taking dates from the chat and resting on the large couch in the air bnb. You’ve all rented.

At this point everyone we’re running out of ideas and the chat ran out of dares.

(So glad I proof read. The dares would’ve been dates)

So the go to thing, you all go to

 karaoke.

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“Oh girl it’s - YOUUUUUUU-”

(I’m listening to this as I’m writing so I just used to lyrics. Song: as the world caves in by Matt maltese)

“No it’s sapnap Bitch he ain’t no girl”

“What the fu-“

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That whole night, you and sapnap have been inseparable, practically glued to each other’s hips.

You both like each other but the only people who can tell are chat and your friends.

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“I had to kiss George you have to kiss Y/N”

“Fuck off dream”

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“Why is chat spamming kiss”

“They want us to kiss,”

“Chat that’s my and quackitys fiancé-”

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Reader’s POV (I’m trying this out sorry if it turns out bad)

It’s been a few hours, maybe three hours. I don’t know I lost track of time.

Chat has been spamming “kiss” over and over again for the past hour. I think some people got banned from the stream.

Everyone’s getting tired at this point and we and planning on wrapping up the stream. That’s when I’ll go through it it.

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(505 started playing. I’ve gotta scream it hold the fucking door)

(Okay I’m sorry I’m back :D)

Sapnap is what at the set up about to end stream while everyone is talking on the couch and throwing pillows and such at each other.

I get up, definitely not before getting whacked in the face, designated by the one and only dream was taken.

I roll my eyes and make my way over to sapnap and lean over and wrap my arms around his neck and looking at chat.

“They are all complaining. Why? “

“They didn’t get what they wanted. You guys got a DNF kiss isn’t that enough?”

I turn my head to look at him and gently turn his to look at mine.

Inches apart.

“What?”

I peck his lips for a split second.

‘I’ve wanted to do that for so long just maybe more or a kiss and boy a peck but we’re still live’

Sapnap sits there in shock, blushing like a mad man, as chat and our friends our all freaking out and screaming or jumping around.

I go to leave but get stoped when sapnap got out of his chair and turned me back around and walks grips the back of my neck and kisses me, definitely not what I was expecting, but am I complaining. No

I could’ve sworn time stopped. Nothing mattered anymore, just him.

He’s holding the sides of my neck and swaying slightly causing myself to sway with him. Just slightly.

It went on for what felt like forever until someone, George, threw a pillow at us.

After that sapnap starts chasing him around but not before telling me to meet him in his room later.

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After finally ending stream it was about 11:30 and at 12, I went to sapnaps room. In all honesty I thought he would’ve fallen asleep.

I was proven wrong when he pulled me in his bed and cuddled me. We ended asleep, leg tangled up and his strong arms holding my waist.

Yea. This was one amazing night

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This was written at 2-3 am so I may have made mistakes please let me know so I can fix them!!

I hope you enjoyed! <3

💗🌸 :: bunny

Started: august 9th, 2:15 am

Ended: august 9th, 3:18 am

Edited:

[i-am-unstopable]

Got up at 9, only had an energy drink untill 3pm (120 calories)

My brain was going “UwU maybe we should go super duper low again UwU”

So I ate little quorn nuggests to get myself some protein (290 calories) sometime after 3pm.

Then my brain went “wait, i already feel like am dying, got to eat to keep this body functioning semi ok untill i can drag myself to a doctor cuz ya know, I want to make an informed choice about death” so I had a few things 

But then I decided not to eat anymore and I burned off 424 calories. 

In conclusion so far my intake is 962. I walked 424 which leaves me with 538. 

It’s good that I stoped myself and chose to eat more but the thing about becoming the more dystructive the closer you get is so true. Anyways, I ain’t gonna eat more but lately I have been realizing that I can go lower and lower without binging. I’m glad about that - maybe one day I will be able to fast. However I also need to keep myself in check. 

I won’t eat more today. I am neither hungry, nor into the idea of slowing down my progress but yeah, looks like binging is becoming less of an issue and am doing much better.

So far I’m staying on track with only drinking 1 energy drink per day which is also super great. I do sometimes feel the desire for more but I don’t let myself have more. I’m gonna quit them. (they legit use up so much of my budget that I could spend on fruit/vegtables. 

I have also been thinking about takeout. That stuff is so high calorie. I could get something small provided that I eat next to nothing throughout that day but that’s not wihtin my budget (I’m at -14.64) so while I do desire it, I won’t be doing anything like that anytime soon. I’m thinking of treating myself a little bit when I get closer to my goal weight but for now this is a huge no. 

[jessiewre]

Day 65

Mon 9th March

Safari Day 3 - Serengeti & Ngorongongo Park

Some would say a wet mattress is a sign of bad luck.

Sean & Jane would probably sit in that category.

They both looked KNACKERED the next morning at breakfast and I cringed as I asked them how their night was. I had to ask though, I’m British! It’s what you say!

‘Awful’ she replied. She was looking straight at me and there was a strange look in her eye. Did she think...no, she can’t think...

‘We’ve basically had no sleep’ she continued, her eye contact wavering at this point. ‘Well, Sean’s had a bit and I’ve not. How was your night?’

Ok I was sure I was started to detect a hint of accusation in her tone. Maybe I was imagining it.

It was weird though, because we were constantly trying to get a balance between bigging up the tour that they had recommended to us, so that they felt good about it, but then also not having too good a time incase we were having a better time than them. Which we clearly were.

I blame the Romanians.

‘...yeah, it was fine’, I began, ‘My mattress was a bit wet too but it was ok when I turned it over...’.

Was that the right answer or the wrong one? I just couldn’t tell. It’s like saying ‘Yeah my mattress was wet too, so it wasn’t just you guys who suffered, but hey look at me - I just got on with it!’

It felt like we couldn’t win.

If we’d had a perfectly good night sleep it was unfair, but if we’d had a bad night sleep, it was like saying they couldn’t complain cos we had it just as bad as them - when clearly we didn’t.

What can you do other than just tell the truth and hope they will take it well?!

We guiltily began to feel grateful that the Jeeps groups were being kept apart for dining and went off to enjoy breakfast with our happy Romanian friends.

We started off with a beautiful sunrise safari in the Serengeti and it was a bit of a pinch me moment. Pink and orange skies and grasshopper safari sounds all around us. I could practically hear music from the Lion King on repeat in my head. We watched the hot air balloons beautifully glide overhead and kept our eyes peeled for any early risers of the animal kingdom. We saw hippos and birds and a serval cat very briefly - but no big cats. The overnight rain had caused a major problem to the roads and we realised that we were quite limited with where we could go due to the muddy tracks. At one stage, we had travelled for an hour seeing NOTHING at all, then got to a point in the track where loads of vehicles were struggling on an incredibly muddy single vehicle track. As one jeep tried to pass another, it had to go sideways up a bank - but as it did so, it slipped down the bank side on with the other jeep and crashed into it!

Luckily it was all quite slow and there was no major damage, but now these two jeeps were in a sort of V shape squashed together blocking the track for everyone.

By the reaction of the drivers, it was just another day on safari! They were so relaxed about it.

Eventually it got sorted and we drove off in search of animals again but apart from the amazing sunrise, it had not been a particularly fruitful morning safari. Oh, apart from our driver - Alfani - helping to fix a broken down jeep. Our driver was not amazing at spotting wild animals we’d realised, but he sure knew how to fix a car!

Then suddenly, we got a tip off from another vehicle that there was a lion nearby and we headed to a potential cat spotting area as quickly as the muddy tracks allowed. We zoomed through the savannah trying to avoid the huge muddy puddles, crossing all our fingers and toes that we’d get a sighting.

And then there she was.

A huge female lion!

She crossed the road and ran up a tree to pose and yawn in front of us while we (I) snapped away with my camera.

Then she stayed in position for OVER HALF AN HOUR!

MAGICAL!

We felt so lucky.

We looked around at all the vehicles arriving, desperate to see Jeep 2 somewhere amongst them. C’mon we are nice people, OF COURSE we wanted the Irish couple to get a sighting of the lioness too.

Mainly to avoid a very awkward conversation later.

But we couldn’t see them. Oh gaad.

Luckily, when we got back to the campsite to collect our belongings and have breakfast before leaving the Serengeti, they confirmed they too had seen a lion. PHEW! They seemed pretty happy now too. Perhaps the bad nights sleep was just a distant memory now. Maybe this was the turning point we’d been hoping for. Maybe all prejudice in the world will stop soon and there will be equality for all.

Yeah. Maybe not.

The drive back through the Serengeti didn’t feel as long as the day before and we spotted hyenas, vultures, giraffes as we headed to the evenings campsite. We were crossing our fingers that the campsite would be a step up from the previous night, but mainly praying that we would be the first car to arrive so we could choose our tents and use the showers first! Screw equality for all, we wanted a nice tent!

And rumour had it this campsite had HOT WATER. Can you imagine it? Hot water in the middle of the African plains. Plus people had definitely cottoned on to the first come first serve vibes, so we really needed to be selective about our jeep stops along the way. On Day 1 we would have stoped for a bloody dragonfly. But now we were old hat at safari! Professionals mate. Pah, another wildebeest? BORING. Hit that goddam pedal dude, them tents aren’t going to pick themselves.

We finally got to the campsite as dusk was falling and luckily, we WERE one of the first jeeps! Oh sweet lord! And it wasn’t raining! You don’t realise how much you love NO rain, until it rains while camping with an ancient tent and lack of hot water. Not tonight though!

We got our pick of the tents and I quickly grabbed my stuff to head to the showers.

I practically skipped there, humming a little tune to myself.

The thing with rumours is that they are often false. I’d forgotten that.

The shower I went in was absolute dog shit, a pathetic excuse of a shower. I attempted to wash my hair under a cold trickle of water but I gave up after about 5 seconds. It’ll have to be a basic body wash this time, I thought, shivering under the cold dribble.

As I left the cubicle, I noticed the one next to me had the distinct sound of flowing water. WTF.

And did she have hot water?? I couldn’t resist asking.

‘Hey! Excuse me! Is your shower HOT?’

‘Umm, I wouldn’t say hot...but its not cold’

Well that was enough for me to decide to wait for her shower and go for Hot shower take 2.

So I waited. And waited. And waited. I swear to god this fecker seemed to think that there would be a limitless water supply and took AAAAAAGES. By the time she finally came out, there were 3 more people queuing for it. I’ll tell you what really does my nut in, its when there are limited showers, such as a situation exactly like this one, and people STAY in the cubicle to fully dry off and get dressed and brush their hair and blah blah blah. NAH babe, GET OUT OF THE SHOWER CUBICLE there are another 100 stinky safari bitches out here and we ain’t got all night ffs!

And breathe.

So anyway.

Moving on.

This was going to be the Romanians last evening with us, as they were doing one day less safari’ing than us - so it was sad times! But they were still going to be with us for the full day the next day, so it wasn’t over quite yet. And we were already planning our trip to go and visit them.

We went to the dinner room and saw the separate tables again, giving Sean and Jane a little wave. Then I thought, frig it - we should make the effort and join the tables. Even though part of me didn’t want to, I felt like it was the right thing to do.

So I suggested it to them and they looked pleased, ‘Yeah great idea, lets do it’ they said. 
Phil and I walked over to their table and helped to carry it along with their chairs and plates over to join the end of our table to make one big long table. Great!

Except it wasn’t really, was it.

For some unknown reason, our table was way better than theirs. In so many ways.

We had proper chairs, but their chairs were camping chairs WITH NO BACK ON THEM. I watched Jane’s eyes hover over to our plates, ‘Wow you guys have fancy plates and stuff. Ours are basic’

Jesus.

How was it so awkward so fast.

I prayed Jane wouldn’t spot our metal cutlery. I’d already seen they had plastic. I COULDN’T TAKE ANY MORE OF THIS.

In hindsight, having their table right next to ours was a terrible idea.

Every dish that came over to our table was scrutinised by them to see if it was better than their food. Which of course, it was. Even if it wasn’t, it just was.

Their table was quiet and their conversations were forced and, well, kinda boring to be honest.

Our chat was better, our laughter was louder and our Romanian love story was blossoming right before their eyes. I reckon it almost felt like we’d invited them over to sit with us so we could show them just how much fun we were having. We hadn’t. (Really. We hadn’t. I swear).

The difference between the two now-joined groups was so starkly opposite that it probably just confirmed to them that we were solely responsible for their safari being second best. Which in a way, it really was.

We even offered them some of our food when we’d all been served but they politely declined of course (its the principle don’t you know).

I was sat on the join of the tables, so at least tried to make an effort with conversations across the border - whereas Phil was chugging back the rum and having a jolly old Irish-Romanian time learning some Romanian slang phrases such as ‘F*** my feather’ & also ‘F*** your dead ancestors’ (which seemed particular unnecessary).

I tried my best to chat to their side of the table without having to miss out on the fun vibes of our side, but I kept having to repeat myself so they could hear me, as Philly’s hilarity was causing very loud laughter.

Yep, it was pretty cringe.

We couldn’t really avoid the obvious safari chat so I tried to say something positive. In a backwards sort of way.

‘Our driver is not a great wildlife spotter to be honest’ I said, ‘YOUR guy seems great though!’.

Jane replied, ‘Yeah he is actually, he is really good at spotting stuff. He spots the most out of everyone in our vehicle!’.

And that meant a lot considering they had about 12 people squashed into their jeep 😬.

I thought we’d made some progress there, but then she just came out with it.

‘Yeah, thats the one we’ve beat you guys on and to be honest, its a really important one’.

Ok so up until this point, no one had actually said out loud what this safari trip had turned into. No one had said that it had become a weird competition, a battle, to see who had the best tent / best food / best time. And me and Phil really hadn’t paid much attention to it because, well, we were busy HAVING THE BEST TIME.

But now it was confirmed. They were constantly comparing what they had to what we had and it was clearly wrecking with their heads. I’d had my suspicions of course, but this was a proper penny-drop moment.

She meekly smiled as though trying to shrug it off as a light-hearted comment. But I could see right through her.

From now, it was GAME ON.


Ok not quite.

I actually still felt sorry for them and a bit embarrassed about it all. And Phil was just drunk at this point.

I decided I’d wait till the morning to tell him about it all and see what he thought. Maybe I’d read it all wrong.

And as crazy as it might sound, in between these moments, we did kind of enjoy a sort of pleasant evening with them. Honestly. We DID 😬.

[lamborghinibieber-blog]

10.30am | Obssesion: Jason Mccann

Monday morning. 10.30am. It was a rainy day, first one in a while. The temperature gladly was above zero, however the heavy wind did its job with making everyone shake a little as soon as they left their houshoulds. I did not particularly like the area here, but I guessed that the college around the corner was good and the high street had some good shops and fastfood, so it was very attractive for students. I wasn’t here to enjoy the location anyway, I was here for her, so the place did not matter as much, I shouldn’t even bother thinking about that.

This was the fourth first day of the week that I have spent on watching her. Crazy. I know.

Is it rude to call Y/N ‘her’? I mean, yeah, I know her name, but I don’t actually know her. I feel like this is just weird, names and nicknames are some kind of personal, I guess. I aim to be familiar to her, but until she introduce herself properly to me, I feel like ‘her’ will do me fine. Just for now, through. It’s still rude and I feel as I’m disrespecting her in some way, so as soon as I have a chance to meet her-…fuck, did that again. Okay, as soon as we meet I will control the use of this word. For now on, it stays.

There she was. Walking down the road with her earphones in, while carrying a small, black bag that I got so used to, I would probably freak out if she had something else on her.

She looked beautiful.

I loved the way she effortlessly looked so perfect, so flawless. Day by day. She never wore any make-up. Not that I can recall. I have seen her wear make up a few times on weekend, but I guess that is normal for girls. She still looked gorgeous with it all, she looked hella sexy. But, I got so used to her face being bare naked, with no extras on it; it was beautiful this way. I enjoyed it. She did not need to cover up at all. I found some of her flaws just ideal, it was almost like she had not a single thing that I hated upon her.

Sometime I really got worried for her, you know? As I was observing her, (because, ‘stalking’ does not seem very good and my attentions were good…partly) I came to realisation that she is absolutely clueless that someone is right behind her every day for a month now.

Ah, exactly a month today. Feels like our anniversary.

Anyways, she should be more wary. World is full of crazy people, I am a great example. I suppose that she is really safe at all time, because whenever I can I am truly around her, but what if she needed assistance and no one was there? Exactly, nothing. I refuse to believe that this little, vulnerable body would be able to provide a good quality self defence. Plus, she always looked lost in her mind and the earphones blocked all the sounds surrounding her. The car could be coming down her way and she wouldn’t even know. Sight, I really hope I am just over exaggerating.

Here I was now, walking behind her and making sure that she can safely get to college. I mean, I know she can, she is pretty much an adult, but I believe that she does need company or more of a guide. Like I have mentioned before, she is so little. So small and tiny. So cute and adorable. So innocent. And so fucking mine. She is and that is it.

It is Monday. I had to repeat those words to myself in my head to stop my body from stoping her, introducing me and trying to get to know her. This is hard. So fucking hard. I just wanna get with her so bloody much. I need to finally be around her, but I promised myself that I will wait till Friday before ‘accidentally’ bumping into her. Ah, that is four more days. Maybe even five if we will count today. Shit, that is a long ass time. Fuck.

I am now slowly following her into one of those super markets. If she won’t pick her usual salmon sandwich with can of coke and a chocolate bar I will be damned…Yeah, she did that just now. Honestly, why the fuck would you eat the same shit every day? Ain’t life too monotonous anyway? I mean, you do you, Y/N.

That’s the right time to go now. Tyler, her best friend is here and…That is actually weird, thought he starts later today? Shit, why would he come earlier? Just to see her? He better not. He better not be fucking early here for her, that will make me think some shit about him that he won’t like. Fuck. I don’t want to have to put my bullets straight through his fucking head or smash himself on the fucking wall until his eyes fucking pop up.

Jesus, Jason. Stop. He likes men. You know he likes men. Relax.

Yeah, anyways, (again…I need to have more control over my emotions, I already exploded few times and it is only Monday morning) Tyler has seen me more than once, which means he cannot think any suspicious things of me if we ever properly meet. I need to realise that he is in her life to stay and she obviously cares for him, which means that he cannot get hurt, cuz that will make my princess upset. I guess we can be friends, he seems, um…nice? I don’t know, don’t give two shits either.

I picked gums and a bunch of sweets from the shelves, heading over to pay for my items, as I couldn’t leave with empty hands, especially that I was in this shop almost everyday now. I paid for my things, handing the lady behind the counter the note, so she can keep the change and think I’m the nice guy. I’m not, but she definitely is a nice girl, I better somehow keep up.

Turning my head around just a bit, I had my quick glance at her before leaving the shop. Fuck, I already missed seeing her. Next time I will see her, I swear we will talk. Shit, I am so stressed out. I know myself, I can barely hold my tongue in intense situations. I just don’t wanna come out with “Y/N, I think of fucking you all the time, can I be balls deep in you?”. That wouldn’t sound appropriate for the first meeting. Okay, it will be fine. I am Jason Mccann and I am always fine, right?

Just four more days to go. Four. More. Days.

[prompt-master]

Michael goes to school with a real bad stomachache (from what you can decide) in the middle of class he gets up and gets sick on Jeremy

I tried my best, sorry if it isn’t to you liking!! I’m not a huge emeto person, so I can’t be too sure if this is what you were looking for!

Here it is!! –

“Woah. Michael you look like complete shit.”

Michael sighed as his best friend found him that morning. Not to say that he was avoiding Jeremy, but he definitely would not mind being alone right now. He was sitting in the corner waiting for the bell for class to start, curled in on himself. His headphones were on but there was no music playing, apparently that trick didn’t work on Jeremy.

“Gee thanks.”

“Like I mean…complete and utter shit.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it.”

“Are you ok?”

In all honesty? No. Jeremy had dragged Michael to a party simply so he wouldn’t show up alone. Michael ended up playing on his gameboy the whole time but eventually even that got boring and he started to drink.

“Yeah. I just had a little too much last night.” He rubbed at his eyes tiredly and Jeremy joined him on the floor.

A little was a major understatement, one that seemed to go right over Jeremy’s head. All Michael could feel was his hangover, everything ached so much he swore his teeth hurt. He felt dizzy and his skin tingled with sweat and warmth. Worst of all was the nausea he felt, he’d eaten so many hangover cures this morning and not even one of them worked. He swallowed thickly, regretting coming to school.

Jeremy chuckled a little, “No more parties on school nights I guess.”

“Seriously. How are you not wasted?”

Jeremy shrugged, “Guess some of us can hold our weight.”

Michael laughed loudly, making his head hurt. He tried his best to ignore it as he smacked Jeremy in the arm, “dude you are literally the biggest lightweight I’ve ever seen. If you were any worse you would only have to look at alcohol to get drunk.”

“Alright, alright, maybe you’re feeling better than I thought.”

Before Michael could respond the bell rung. And god it never bothered him more than in this moment, it felt like his literal brain was being rattled by the constant noise. He closed his eyes and rubbed his fists against them, willing his headache to go away as it throbbed in the back of his head, his vision following suit. He hadn’t even realized Jeremy was waiting for him to get up until his hand was on his knee.

“Hey, maybe you should go to the nurse and get some Tylenol?”

Michael shook his head, pulling out a water bottle and drinking it.

“Maybe…maybe you could just lay down then? I mean I really don’t think you’ll be able to focus in class so. We could have your dad pick you up and-”

“No” Mike got out, his voice scratchy and deep, “he’d kill me. I’ll be fine Jeremy, don’t you trust me man?”

Jeremy sighed and grabbed his hand, pulling Michael to his feet, “of course I do man. Sorry for caring.”

“Oh stop pouting.”

Neither pointed out how Michael leaned against Jeremy as they walked to homeroom.

Now see the problem was that Jeremy didn’t have a class with Michale until third period, so he spent the first two classes completely worried about his friend. He sent him a few texts from under his desk, checking up on him and such. But Michael kept blowing it off and telling him to focus. Not like he needed to, he could just have his SQUIP help now that he can control it. Eventually Christine talked to him and he spilled his worries. She reassured him, told him Michael would go home rest and be fine. She was right, Jeremy was just a pretty paranoid person, even before all the SQUIP business. He stared at the clock, soon he’d get to check up on Michael.

Jeremy almost wished third period didn’t come. Michael was late to class, stumbling in as though he could barely push the door open. He was pale, and his eyes were unfocused. Jeremy felt his heart racing at the awful flush he had, the clear bags even from under his glasses. Michael sat next to Jeremy, throwing himself into the seat, and wasting no time in slouching over on his desk.

Jeremy cringed at how awful he looked, if only he knew how Michael felt. His stomach tossed and turned, he’d done nothing but drink water and eat chips since homeroom. His headache had increased tenfold, he put his cold and clammy hands to his forehead just to ease it a little. He had to take several deep breaths to contain himself, he could already feel bile raising up in his throat. But he had to hold it back, he knew Jeremy was a sympathetic vomiter, and the last thing they needed was two nerds puking in class. He poked his head up as a piece of paper slide next to him. Jeremy and Michael’s way of communicating in class during a lecture, teachers usually blew it off as them sharing notes.

“Are you ok?”

Michael didn’t want to move, not even to pick up the pencil. He just tilted his head and gave Jeremy a nasty look.

“Ok…ok so you’re not…” he heard Jeremy mumble under his breath.

All the talking from the teacher seemed to make the world spin. And god his head hurt so damn much. His vision throbbed, his heart raced painfully, he knew he lost a few shades when Jeremy gave him a concerned look.

Shit. Don’t puke don’t puke. Michael swallowed again, about to reach for his water bottle when he realized it was too late. Jeremy was starting to rub his back now, trying to be helpful but all it did was make everything so much more overwhelming. And even worse, Jeremy was blocking the way to the trash.

“Jeremy…Jeremy, move.”

“What? Why?”

“Dude just- just fucking move.” He started to get up.

“Why? Is something wrong?”

“I-” and then he lost it.

He heaved and gagged, letting loose all the hangover cures, water, and chips he’d taken in over Jeremy’s jeans and shoes. He heaved and panted, trying to wipe away the spit from his mouth as the whole class became and uproar of “ew ew ew ew” “oh my god” “I’ll call the nurse” and the few kids trying to help. He felt someone grab his shoulders and guide him to a chair. He didn’t recognize the person until she was placing a garbage can in his lap, Brooke.

“Michael are you-”

Michael cut her off by heaving again. He filed through his mind, it felt like he’d blacked out. What even happened? He just suddenly puked all over his crush and-

Oh shit. Michael lifted his head from the can, sweating and panting. Not caring about his appearance at all.

“Fuck, Jeremy is he-”

Jeremy was standing there frozen, it made Michale shudder to see the mess he made of the poor kids jeans. But even worse was the hand clamped over Jeremy’s face. He’d never seen Jeremy so green, his eyes wide. The second he made eye contact with Michael he gagged, but swallowed it back the best he could.

The teacher came over to Michael and put a hand on his shoulder, “can you walk? The nurse is here.”

Michael shook his head, almost embarrassed. Soon enough a wheel chair was guiding him to the nurses office, with Jeremy walking beside them. He was holding the can, every now and then stoping to dry heave.

“Jeremy you should go man….don’t make yourself more miserable.”

“No way man…you scared the sh-…crap out of me back there, I ain’t going nowhere.”

“But-”

“I’ll be fine.”

Before he knew it Michael was laying down in a stiff uncomfortable bed, holding his arm over his eyes. He heard the curtain open and peered over to see Jeremy in a pair of gray sweat pants, black sneakers, and Nike tank top.

When he gave him a questioning look Jeremy said “oh uh…Christine came by with my gym clothes so I could change out of…all that.”

Michael sighed, “I’m sorry.”

Jeremy shook his head and put a cold water bottle to Michael’s neck, letting him sigh in relieve. “Don’t be, I’m more worried about you. You gonna be ok?”

“Did they call my dad?”

“Uh…I told them I’d do it and called my dad instead…”

That got Michael’s attention, he looked up at Jeremy in shock, “why?”

“Well I know you’re scared he’d be mad so…you know and…and I mean it’s not like my dad doing anything. And maybe I…ahem you know wanted to check up on you later?” Jeremy cringed at how much he stumbled and flushed over his words.

Michale just smiled, “you’re the best dude”

“Don’t thank me yet, we still don’t know if he has pants on.”