#also this coffee is no fucking joke i normally don't write anything and get the motivation to actually post it with little regard

[purenguyening]

A short piece inspired by a line from the Kimetsu no Yaiba fanbook where Giyuu brings Nezuko gifts with regular frequency to the point Zenitsu thought of Giyuu as a rival.

Warning: This contains giyutan and is unedited. Proceed with caution.

Giyuu arrives in front of an isolated cabin in the mountains. With the wrapped gift in his left hand he marches forward.

On the other side, from the corner of Nezuko's eyes, she sees her former benefactor. She drops the vegetables she was washing for tonight's dinner and runs towards him.

When Nezuko jump and hugs him, Giyuu briefly loses balance, but recovers just as fast. Nezuko squeezes him during the embrace, in response Giyuu tilts slightly and lets his head rest against the top of her head for a beat.

A moment later Nezuko lets go and they both take a step back. Familiar with this song and dance, Giyuu hands the wrapped gift in his hand, and Nezuko accepts. No words were exchanged.

One blink later, they curtly nod at each other.

In another blink, Giyuu starts running towards the back of the cabin towards the smoke.

Zenitsu walks up and stands by Nezuko side. He shoots a dirty glare at the former water pillar.

"Do you really think it's like that, Zenitsu-san?" Nezuko asks, quirking an eyebrow up while she turns to look at him.

Even without hyper-sensitive hearing, she can hear Zenitsu's teeth nash, clearly muttering at the one-sided rivalry.

When Giyuu is out of Zenitsu's line of sight, he finally turns to her and softens his expression. Nezuko's expression shifts as she turns to look at him, too.

"It's not what you think, Zenitsu-san," she says, smiling with a hint of mischief in her eyes. "How -" Zenitsu stutters. From his eyes, it's as plain as day. "How can you be so sure of that, Nezuko-chan?!" Nezuko grips the wrapped gift with her left hand and starts to head toward the same direction Giyuu went off to. "Over here," she gestures, "You'll see what I mean."

Zenitsu pauses for a moment, but, ultimately, decides to follow her. The two walked in silence and stand at the corner of the cabin, out of view.

Nezuko sets the gift by her feet. She then takes her right index fingers to her lips and uses her left index finger and points to her ears. Zenitsu stares for a moment, and scrunches his face, skeptical. But another moment passes before he decides to indulge in his Nezuko-chan's wishes. He then turns with her to look at the former water pillar and Tanjirou. The Giyuu is listening intensely and watches Tanjirou char the morning's freshly cut wood, preparing for the following day's sales.

Zenitsu perks his ears, using his sensitive hearing to his advantage. And then he hears it. The former water pillar was laughing. If he were to put an image to describe the sensation, it reminded him of a warm pond, sitting in the sun in the forest. A quiet scene that holds a deep feeling of tranquility.

There's a soft crinkle in Giyuu's eyes as Zenitsu watches the former water pillar cover his mouth, trying to hide his teeth while he chuckles. Tanjirou, even while preparing tomorrow's charcoal, finds the time to take his hand and move Giyuu's hand away from his face. He can catch Tanjirou lightly whining at Giyuu to "stop that."

Zenitsu stops listening closely after that, it felt like he was intruding.

He, then turns to Nezuko.

"I understand now, Nezuko-chan."

She finally looks away and tilts her head and giggles. "You know, Zenitsu-san," she starts.

Zenitsu doesn't know exactly what else to expect after this. There isn't that same feeling of dread that crawls up his spine and up his neck in the same way when he was a demon slayer out on a mission. Yet, he finds the weight in his feet shift uncomfortably. Despite this feeling, he allows her to continue.

"If you tell Uzui-san that Onii-chan's oiran days never ended, he bursts out laughing." Zenitsu's eyebrows twitch at the mention of the former sound pillar, but he eyes focus at the gift by Nezuko-chan's feet. He glares at it with the same intensity as he did with the former water pillar, before he finally softens and smiles.

He chuckles for a bit before finally responding. "I suppose they haven't, huh?"

[ax-y10]

this is an incredibly self-indulgent request, but maybe a reader who has a speech impediment and feels insecure about their voice and wilbur being all soft and fluffy about it ??

Love Through Jumbled Words

In which- It's hard to understand you, but Wilbur finds ways

Definition of a speech impediment: Speech disorders or speech impairments are a type of communication disorder in which normal speech is disrupted. This can mean fluency disorders like stuttering, cluttering or lisps. Someone who is unable to speak due to a speech disorder is considered mute.

Chapter Info: Stuttering, Fluff, Wilbur being a soft man, Cuteness, I'm too lazy to look through for anything else

A/n: I had no clue what a speech impediment was, and when I searched it up, I realised I have a speech impediment (stuttering) so I have to write this with a reader who stutters because I sadly can't relate to anything else, sorry. I also decided to do a platonic and romantic version separate with a short blurb at the bottom of each. This is long so sorry

Pronouns: None (You/Yours)

Masterlist:

Platonic (Friend)-

When Wilbur first started talking to you, he immediately realised that he would have to help you through many things, such as ordering food or talking to other people.

And when you trusted him enough to open up, he found out that you had always had problems with things like that, stuttering through every sentence.

And that exact moment is when he opened up about his stutters from kindergarten and primary school, and how he overcame them, offering to help you through yours.

When he introduced you to his friends, they would make light-hearted jokes about your small stutters, but would immediately apologise and call it cute.

Especially when you tried to introduce yourself and got really frustrated while trying to state your name, them obviously being great people and waiting for you.

And they definitely got pissed off at Wilbur when he tried to help, even though you were getting through it, them not knowing that you had asked him to help.

And Tommy (That fucking jerk) would have already had a nickname for you when he heard you through that very first discord call on Wilbur's account.

They obviously loved you from when they met you.

And introducing Wilbur to your closest friends would be an experience... to say the least.

The first comment one of them made was "Is he your boyfriend? Y/N WITH A BOYFRIEND?"

And oh my god did that start an argument between everyone.

But you brushed the comment off... After laughing at Wilbur's shocked expression.

They loved him to say the least

Okay- they adored the lanky bastard -but don't talk about that

Everyone was so welcoming for Wilbur, and he loved your friends.

And helping you get through it was so tough but you guys got it, through months of therapy and practice.

As he sat down across from you at the coffee shop, he realised just how shy you were. One of his friends had given him your number from college, and he had asked you to meet up at the coffee shop down the road from campus. You both hadn't talked to each other in person, which definitely made communication hard. And when you greeted yourself, stuttering through it, he realised how hard it would be to understand you. But luckily for you, he had such a large amount of patience and understanding, having had the same problem as a child.

Platonic (Sibling)-

Him being your older brother, there was definitely going to be so much overprotectiveness in that household.

He wouldn't let anyone near you who decided to make even the most light-hearted joke that you didn't care about, near you.

Like, he would beat them up if they did that

He doesn't care. His Y/n needs to be safe and out of harms way because you are way too special to him

And the funniest part of the whole situation was that he is only 1 year older than you, making it seem weird but it's cute because he cares for you so much.

He is always next to you or helping you throughout conversations or even saying something simple.

When you were both in school, he would beg for the principal and his teachers to sit in class with you to make sure you were doing alright.

Although he was the same age as lots of your classmates, you were still a grade below him.

And everyone in your classes loved him so much.

He was always a sort of underdog in school, so having that attention from other students definitely boosted his confidence and ego, and he got a lot more popular with the younger students, often helping them out at after school events.

He also got into being a bit more mischievous in school, that making him more popular

He would never forget to help you with anything at all.

They were the reason he asked your parents if he could do sports with you, because the kids that liked him were your friends, and you played sports with them.

He definitely didn't join because he wanted to help with your stutters and to boost his ego more...

He was always the kindest person with other people.

"Excuse me, miss?" He asked the principal. He never really learnt teachers names, calling them 'miss' or 'sir', but he had a question nagging at the back of his head for weeks, and he couldn't hold it in any longer. "What's the matter, Mister Soot?" The principal replied with a somewhat annoyed tone, him jumping back slightly. "Would it be alright if I was able to sit in with some of my sister's classes? She has a stutter and struggles with communicating with people and I feel really bad not being there for her. Even if it's once a week. Anything works. Please?" After a little while of pondering from the principal, his hopes lowering from each passing second of silence, she finally speaks up. "Fine. But you need to let your teacher know when you're going to her classes, and you need to attend at least two out of the four lessons you have each day." He was finally excited for once today, and you could tell wen he stumbled into your second lesson of the day, him sitting in the seat next to you and immediately helping you.

Romantic (Relationship) -

When he first had a conversation with you that night in the parking lot of Tesco's, and when you both exchanged numbers that night, he knew it would take time to overcome your stutter or at the very least, die it down a little but.

But he would never push anything onto your shoulders.

Your very first date was definitely the fluffiest thing ever. It wasn't so public as others would definitely recognise him, and you had openly told him about your insecurity with your stutter, so he decided to keep it inside the comfort of his apartment dining room, a cute spaghetti date.

After each bite, you would both look up at each other and when you attempted to make small talk, he would be so patient with your stutters, just admiring you and the way you got so frustrated when you kept repeating vowels.

Now, we all know this man is very touchy and loves affection

So you better be prepared for hugs everytime you get a sentence correct without a stutter or interruption

Even if it was as simple as your first "I love you" without a stutter, he would be all over you (not in the weird wat obv), and smothering you in affection, so proud of your progress.

He would definitely kiss you if you aren't able to finish a sentence after repeatedly trying to complete it, giving you a fresh start, and making you stutter even more due to the sudden affection, and he would keep doing it until you just couldn't bother talking.

Anytime you would try to talk to him when tired and in bed next to him, he would just stare at your lips while you attempt to talk to him, but falling asleep and not being able to get your statement out

And it would be so hard to complete a sentence when tired because your stuttering would just get worse, but to him, you would just get cuter.

If you ever asked his friends about how much he talks about you, they wouldn't be able to count it in their head, Wilbur would have to explain.

And everytime he talks about you, it would always somehow bring up your cute stutter, and how he loves it when you aren't able to form a string of words, and him having to end up ordering food for you.

He just loves you and helping you through your stutter and your stutter and your cute frustrated hand movements and your stressed eyes when you aren't able to get a food order out at a restaurant and when you're embarrassed when you have to talk to a fan of his and keep failing.

he loves every part of you and your cute self.

And he would just be so patient with you when you are trying to say something important to you, like when you want to go somewhere with him the next day, or what to eat for dinner, or anything in general.

Anyway, he just loves every part of you.

"And I- I sa- saw the cute- st little kitt- tte- kitten today on the stre- street and I took a ph- photo of i- it for you and I- I want to sho- show you bef- befor- before we go t- to bed?" You stuttered out tiredly. He didn't reply, but just kept staring at your face, illuminated by the moonlight shining through the blinds of your shared bedroom. "D- Darling?" "Oh yeah, I'd love to see the photo. I just love cats, but not as much as you" He spoke, causing you to chuckle slightly. You pulled your phone off the charger from behind you, unlocked it and pulled up the photo to show him, a cute little ash grey kitten right in front of his face on the screen. And soon after the conversation slowly died down, he realised you had fallen asleep. Pulling you closer into him, he fell asleep not too long after.

[diagonal-queen]

THIS IS OBSCURE but may you write hcs for jouno, ranpo and/or chuuya with a s/o (gn prefered but) that. just randomly meows to get their attention?? LMAO. idk i always do this to my partner or friends so 💀💀

Them with an S/O who meows

♡ pairing: Saigiku Jouno, Ranpo Edogawa, Chuuya Nakahara x gn!Reader

♡ synopsis: These boys with an S/O who meows like a cat to get their attention. What do they think about it?

♡ cw: Swearing.

note:

Sorry that this is shorter than normal Anon, I tried really hard but I couldn't think of much for this prompt o(TヘTo) my day was long and imma be real it was pretty shitty, but I REFUSE to let anybody down ever, and thus this list of headcanons was born. Apologies for my absence and lack of answering reqs, apologies for errors, and I hope you enjoy x

Jouno:

God help him he's so utterly confused at first. He hears cat but all his other senses indicate human and he really just bugs out for a second

If you tell him it was you he's like 'Okay...but why?' and when you tell him it's just kind of a thing you do he's no less confused

Pretty quickly though it kind of becomes instinctual to him to immediately acknowledge meows as you wanting his attention. Even sometimes if he knows it's not you and is actually a stray cat or something he'd still turn around to check

Absolutely refuses to acknowledge any questions anybody has for him about it, mostly because he doesn't have any of the answers

Not that that stops anyone from asking (by 'anyone' I mean literally only the other Hunting Dogs)

He never really says anything about it to you following his first line of questioning because he actually doesn't know if he wants to know. But let it be known he's not judging you at all. At least you're not drinking soy coffee right

Jouno might actually grow to like the habit a little bit but he would NEVER EVER admit it lol

Ranpo:

Actually thinks it's cute (and you also get Fukuzawa's stamp of approval)

Might tease you about it a little, not in a mean way but he'd start calling you 'kitten' and stuff like that. Soon enough he might start doing it unironically

Would absolutely bring Atsushi into this. He would ruin your guys lives (lovingly) and you two might become closer due to this (which, plot twist, was actually his secret plan all along muhahaha)

He might actually start doing it too out of habit (again, Fukuzawa's cool with it but like everyone else, Atsushi included, is like 'fuck now there's two of them')

Like the opposite of Jouno he will actually hear a cat meow at him and assume it's you. And then he'll be shocked when it's not you (he is always thrown off whenever Fukuzawa's phone pings)

So basically he's very much onboard with this habit. He really just likes all of your characteristics that make you...you

Chuuya:

Finds it off-putting, I won't lie. Would probably prefer if you barked instead (I'M JOKING kinda)

He would definitely take some time to get used to it, but after a while would find it adorable

Also at first might get a little flustered if you did it in public and people heard, but soon he'd grow to lowkey snap at anybody who questioned you about it lol

What really gets Chuuya is that other than the meowing you don't really have any other...cat traits? Like you don't have a cat-based ability or anything like that, and he's so curious as to why you began doing it

He might ask if you can actually communicate with cats to mess with you (he's soft and silly on the inside guys)

He especially loves when you do it when you're sleepy because he thinks it's the cutest thing ever actually

Overall. He is definitely a dog person but shiiii you might just change that

taglist~ ♡ @gettinshiggywithit, @fedyushka, @flower-of-darkness, @bejeweledgirl

[spoofymcgee]

BNHA Fic Rec List

finally getting around to putting one of these together because i'm in another bnha phase and tearing through all my bookmarks.

Crack

Painappuru by Icka M Chif

3k, Erasermic, Fluff and Humor

this fic comes with an excellent podfic by sisi_rambles

Summary:

The first time Shōta wakes up with a hangover, he finds himself in bed, with Hizashi wrapped around him, and a pineapple.

This becomes something of a habit.

Not all secondary quirks are battle applicable. Or easy to explain.

Rec: this is an incredibly cracky erasermic fic where aizawa has a secondary quirk that lets him summon present mic and also a variable number of pineapples by getting drunk and falling asleep. one of my all-time favorites, and i especially love the secondary quirk bit because that's one of my favorite tropes.

Impressionable by Thealmostrhetoricalquestion

5.3k, Gen, Aizawa Shouta & Yamada Hizashi & Iida Tensei

really anything Thealmostrhetoricalquestion writes is just overall excellent, so if you're looking for an incredible writer with a wide variety go check them out.

Summary:

Aizawa spits out a mouthful of hair and says, “Give me coffee, and fuck off.”

There’s a tiny gasp from the doorway. Tensei is fast as a whip when he turns and stares, wide-eyed, at the very small figure of his younger brother outlined by the hallway light. He’s got pyjamas on, fancy silk things, and he’s holding, of all things, a clipboard. Aizawa squints. He’s pretty sure the kid isn’t even ten yet, although he can’t be sure, because the Iida’s seem naturally gangly, and he’s never been very good with kids. How do you measure them? They don't seem to come with a scale.

“You shouldn’t be saying words like that,” Iida says very sternly. “I’m impressionable.”

Rec: this has so many crunchy character dynamics and i love it so much. this is one of my favorite gen pairings and i always love the premise of iida having known aizawa through his brother before ua.

"Average Person Gets Kidnapped 3 Times A Year" Factoid Actually Just Statistical Error by ohshiddlesticks

4.6k, Bakugou & Midoriya

another author whose fics are all on my metaphorical bookshelf. excellent writing and a hilarious premise.

Summary:

"Midoriya Izuku just sort of assumed that everyone else got kidnapped at least once a year, and his once-or-twice-a-month ordeals were just a little bit more than normal."

Bakugou gets kidnapped, and Izuku is surprised that nobody else knows what to do. It's a normal childhood occurrence, right?

Rec: the crunchiest dynamic between bakugou and midoriya. i live for them being absolutely wild together and this fic delivers.

i have been in love with love (and the idea of something binding us together) by Drhair76

6.3k, Gen, Midoriya & Class 1-A

there will also be a gen category on this list because i'm a slut for good gen fics, but this is just cracky enough i'm putting it here.

Summary:

"So we're gonna just not acknowledge the fact that you yanked Todoroki from the other side of the couch with only a thought?" Shinsou asks, eyebrow raising.

"Well-"

"Shinsou," Todoroki says, cutting Midoriya off, "we're sleeping. Go find your own Midoriya to bother."

or, Midoriya develops a latent quirk that pulls people he has an mutual affection for towards him with just a thought. Class 1A thinks it's cute. Midoriya does not.

Rec: absolutely delightful character dynamics, a tiny bit of heartwrenching angst and a lovely happy ending. i might have to draw the scene of all might being yanked across the cafeteria to hold midoriya.

It's Not Gay If It's The Homies by palant1r

23k, mostly gen, all different dynamics in Class 1-A and 1-B

one of the funniest things i've ever read. technically unfinished but each character mostly stands by itself so not really.

Summary:

When Hizashi tells Midoriya that "kissing the homies goodnight" is an American tradition, Shota figures it's nothing more than an unfunny joke, and the whole thing will end there.

It doesn't. Because Midoriya has a lot of homies, and he wants them all to feel loved.

Rec: the premise of this is incredible and all the dynamics are just delightful. has iida/bakugou which is one of my favorite rarepairs, but most of the focus of the fic is platonic relationships. so many fun headcanons, too.

top koalaty romance by curovogel

5k (with a 3k sequel), Bakugou/Todoroki, Animal Transformation

if you read one thing on this list make it this.

Summary:

Bakugou wakes up to find his husband is different. Japan watches.

The koala smacks its lips together loudly and impatiently claps its paws together.

dance to be seen by IHaveNothingToDo

Yup, Katsuki thinks as he rolls his eyes, it’s Todoroki alright.

Rec: this is maybe actually the funniest thing i've read in my whole life. the dynamic between bakugou and todoroki is perfectly written as is bakugou's character and i just love all of it.

Gen

dance to be seen by IHaveNothingToDo

1.7k, Hagakure-centric

this fic is one of the most beautiful things i've ever read.

Summary:

Hagakure Toru is invisible. She is invisible in among the bright minds of her class and she is invisible now.

She will be invisible later

Now, she is awake, staring at the ceiling of her bedroom. She has a chem lab in the morning, a gymnastics meet in the afternoon, and two quizzes in between. Most of the girls on her floor have already gone to bed. Most of the girls on her floor have taken someone to bed

Toru swipes at her tears and sits up.

She stands up, stretching the ache of loneliness out of her muscles, and reaches into her closet. She moves by texture, letting her hands decide what should go with what. It’s comfortable here in the dark, no one can see her and no one can see anyone else.

Her hands find the slick surface of what she knows to be a holographic skirt. She grips it, debating. It’s a skirt for dancing, for heavy music and for dark rooms.

She pulls it out.

Rec: i don't actually have words for how much i love this fic. hagakure is such an underrated character and this author writes her so well. the fic itself is like poetry, or being in a crush of people you love, or like the stitch in your side when you're with a friend and you can't stop laughing.

problem child, golden boy by laurenshappenstobemyhusbad

4.6k, Aizawa & Bakugou, Class 1-A As Family

read. this. please for the love of god, i promise it is so good. also go read everything else by this author.

Summary:

"Katsuki, have you taken your meds today? You know you have to take them with breakfast, go do that."

"Katsuki, I know you haven't been doing your sign language practice. Stop groveling, I'll have Present Mic help you with it."

"Katsuki, it's three in the morning, go to sleep. There's cinnamon tea in the kettle, take some for yourself, then go to bed."

The response was always the same: a grunt, a muttered expletive, and then compliance. The compliance part was what made class 1-A lose their shit every time.

OR: It was common knowledge in the UA dorms that Bakugou Katsuki answered to only one human, and his name was Aizawa Shouta.

Rec: the CRUNCHIEST character dynamic between bakugou and aizawa. the entire class is baffled by it and it's so funny and so sweet. also full of a bunch of delightful headcanons.

Katsuki and Izuku's Excellent Adventure(s) by pepperfield

13k (with two sequels that are 40k together), Bakugou & Midoriya, Post-Canon

i honestly think this is my new favorite. i read the whole series in a day last week and i can't stop thinking about it.

Summary:

“Karaoke, Kacchan.” Deku slams his palms on the table, fire in his eyes. “I need a rematch.”

“Abso-fucking-lutely not.”

With his boyfriend out of town and the crime rate up, Bakugou hasn't been having a great week. Deku does his best to make things worse.

(Friendship sure is beautiful.)

Rec: i've said it before and i'll say it again but if nothing else read this for the dynamic between bakugou and midoriya because it's just so, so good. this author has such an incredible take on them, and draws the rest of class 1-a into it in the most fun way.

imprint by wonhaebunny

4.9k, bakugou & eri, bakugou & midoriya

i'm limiting myself to one fic by each author otherwise this fic would be 90% wonhaebunny's fics. go check the rest out, please.

Summary:

Katsuki handles Eri with far more ease than an only child has any business possessing. Shouta observes.

Or: Bakugou Katsuki may not have grown up with any younger siblings, but he did grow up with a Deku. It amounts to about the same.

Rec: the premise of this is so delightful, and the way bakugou handles eri is so funny and sweet. i don't have much to say because the fic speaks for itself.

Sunlit Snowflakes by thatgirl_youknowtheone

6.9k, Dabi & Todoroki Rei, Character-centric

part of a currently updating series, some of the most interesting (and fucking delightful) takes on their characters i've ever seen.

Summary:

Dabi pulled out the old wilted rindous and laid them down beside the vase before carefully passing the fresh flowers from one hand to the other, shifting his grip on the windowsill, leaving his body vulnerable to the unforgiving laws of gravity for a brief moment.

He tucked the flowers into the vase and gave the still figure on the bed one last glance before getting ready to shimmy back across the ledge.

He had just shuffled away from the window when fingers as cold as his own suddenly wrapped around his wrist. He spun his head so fast he nearly lost his balance, but the grip on his wrist kept him steady against the wall.

Steely grey eyes latched onto his as Rei Todoroki leaned halfway out the window, holding onto him tight.

"Touya."

Rec: this is a little. idk if darker is the right word? than most fics on this list, for reasons that are central to the way the characters are written and also make it so, so good. both of them are unhinged for excellent reasons and i can't wait to see where the series goes.

butterfly skies by ashenice

5.8k (part one of a 34k series), Hawks & Midoriya, Humor

ashenice is also one of my favorite authors, and this series in particular is just so, so good.

Summary:

"Are you sure you're quirkless?" Keigo asked bluntly.

"Yes? I mean why?" Green Hair's eyes went wide. "Do you think I have a quirk?"

"Yes." Keigo said dryly. "Either extreme luck or extremely shitty luck. I haven't decided which of the two it is yet."

(Keigo meets a very interesting kid who can't seem to stop getting in trouble.)

Rec: this fic has such a perfect dynamic between midoriya and hawks, and an absolutely delightful and sneaky take on midoriya's character in particular.

Toolbelt by LadyLiterature

4.3k, Midoriya & Snipe, Quirkless Midoriya

ooooooo this fic is just so good, please read it.

Summary:

The first thing Snipe tells him, once he commits to taking the bean sprout under his wing, is the truth about his quirk, True Target. Specifically, he tells the kid it’s fake and that he doesn’t and never had a quirk to begin with.

The first thing Snipe tells him, is that he’s just like him.

Rec: i'm not the biggest fan of this trope but i love the way it examines it without throwing any other characters under the bus. the little details and pieces are also so delightful.

Bunny Kick Your Teeth Out by Oceanbreeze7

9.1k, Bakugou & Miruko, Internship Fic

i actually cannot describe how good this is. has a fun 16k sequel post-canon which is just as stupidly gold.

Summary:

“Oi, Deku!” Bakugou shouted, eyes meeting startled green. “How often do fucking heroes contact students for internships?”

Deku looked startled, floundering a tad under the attention. “I- uh- never?”

“Huh,” Bakugou said, reading over the letter again.

“What?” Kirishima gaped. “Did a hero mail you a letter?”

Bakugou rolled his eyes. “Fuck no. I think that bitch Miruko-whatever sent me a fucking death threat and her number.”

Rec: this fic has everything. ass-kicking, miruko being the most badass hero every, fucking delightful character dynamics, and anything else you could dream of.

backbone by kuragay

6.2k, Midoriya & Aizawa, Hurt/Comfort, Character-centric

actually indescribable. so good, hurts in the best way, very cathartic.

Summary:

Izuku wakes up in the hospital, the ceiling so familiar that it’s almost comforting, but when he turns to the side, it’s to Aizawa’s disappointed face, and the momentary comfort is quickly stripped away.

“You can’t keep doing this,” his former teacher says, his eyes tired and his long, dark hair limp. “Please.”

It’s the ‘please’ that does it, Izuku thinks.

-

Izuku grows his hair out, grows his self-worth out, and learns to rely on others.

Rec: i don't have the words. this fic made me cry, the details like his hair and his dynamic with bakugou had me putting it down to take deep breaths, and it changed my brain chemistry a little bit.

you've made me a home by periapsis

3.3k, Slice of Life, Post-Canon, Character-centric

i spent three hours hunting this fic down so i could reread it and it's just as good as i remembered.

Summary:

After graduation, Shōto tentatively helps his mother move into a new house but finds his way home all the same (ft. Midoriya Izuku and Midoriya Inko).

Rec: i swear, this is the most beautiful fic i've ever read. the imagery is so evocative, the character dynamics made me want to cry, and the way it talks about todoroki is just. i don't even have words for it.

could i but teach the hundredth part by terra_incognita

5.1k, All Might & Class 1-A, Post-Canon

i need to give this a reread. it's so delightful.

Summary:

Ito Matsu knows three things about her neighbor, Mr. Yagi: he's very skinny, he's very kind, and he has enough children to overthrow the Japanese government.

Or:

All Might is retired, but his former students keep coming up with reasons to visit.

Rec: it's not fresh in my memory but i loved this fic so much the first time i read it. the writing is so lovely and the way all might is written makes me so happy.

journey to the past by aloneintherain

44.8k, Midoriya & Class 1-A, Time Travel

no clue how i made it this far on the list without a fic by aloneintherain. hands down one of the best bnha authors.

Summary:

Izuku is five years old the first time he's saved by heroes. He's an instant fan of the woman in pink with her cheerful smile and the man with his ice powers and fine-boned features, even if they both refuse to tell him their names.

For most of his life, Izuku has been the centre of villain attacks, but he has never been injured. Every time, he's saved by bright, unknown heroes—heroes who smile at Izuku, and ruffle his hair or ply him with hugs, and seem mesmerised by how small he is.

Heroes that the rest of the world doesn't believe exists.

(Time-travelling Class 1-A AU)

Rec: it's been a hot minute since i read it but the dynamic between midoriya and all of his classmates is so excellently written, and the premise is just delightful.

Once More unto the Breach by nivo

5.4k (with a 1.2k sequel), Bakugou-centric, Permanent Injury

oh the characterization in this is so, so good.

Summary:

When life gives you lemons, remind it that you have nitroglycerin. Poor fucker never stood a chance.

Rec: i love the way bakugou's internal monologue and interpretation is written in this and all the different relationships he has with the different characters, especially uraraka.

Romance

the ground my feet won't reach by wonhaebunny

3.3k, Bakugou/Iida

breaking my rule here because this fic is so fucking good and everyone needs to read it

Summary:

Iida’s frozen in action, arms suspended comically in the air in the middle of one of his characteristic chopping motions. His eyes are wide, laser-focused on the glasses in Katsuki’s hands, and he’s turned a peculiar shade of red.

“Dude,” Kirishima says, concerned. “I think you broke him.”

Rec: i love literally everything about this fic. it lives rent free in my brain 24/7. the descriptions of iida, the relationship between bakugou and his dad, everything. god. read this, please.

wanna put my tender heart in a blender by lexlex

15.7k, Bakugou/Todoroki, Future Fic

i am THE head advocate for very long oneshots and this is one of the best ones i've ever read.

Summary:

Todoroki won’t eat anything peach flavored and likes his water exactly room temperature. He won’t let Katsuki make their tea because “he does it wrong” even though he does it absolutely right. He once made Katsuki listen to voice recordings of one of his cats meowing at different times of the day to “see if she sounded more melancholy earlier in the morning.” For being like, kind of jacked, his hips and shoulders and elbows are bony as fuck. He, as a rule, has to sleep on the right side of the bed or he can’t sleep at all. Katsuki fucking hates him.

And now previously empty corners of his brain are filled with all of this dumb shit about stupid Todoroki and he has to cart it around all the fuckin’ time.

Rec: this fic has everything. the dynamic between bakugou and midoriya is so fucking funny, all the headcanons are delightful, and overall everything about it is just the best.

when the sea rises to meet us by aloera

8.7k, Hagakure/Mina, Mermaid AU

look when i say that this fic is goals and also the actual sweetest thing i've ever read i am not kidding.

Summary:

Tooru was right. Mina fits in her arms just right, snug like a hermit crab in its perfect shell.

Safe here, Tooru’s mind says, something proud rising in her chest. Safer than the ship. Safer than the rest of the sea. Safest here. Safest with me.

“I’m going to get you to land,” Tooru promises.

Mina is looking at her, eyes glassy and unfocused. “Beautiful,” she breathes. Her eyelids flutter shut.

Pointy-toothed, glowy-eyed, terrifying-looking mermaid Tooru rescues sailor Mina and wrestles with the idea that this romance can't be anything but temporary.

Rec: we all know that aloera is one of the best bnha authors ever (and if you don't go discover that rn, you're welcome) and this fic in particular is one of my favorites because. well. lesbian mermaid au. need i say more. but i will, because the characterization is impeccable and i would kill for the worldbuilding.

wish our secrets farewell by mallsthemyth

1k, Asui/Uraraka, Before The Final Battle

god. GOD. i don't even have words.

Summary:

She wants to take Ochako on a date. She wants to spend time with her. Tsu wants.

Rec: this fic is maybe the most heartbreaking, hopeful thing i've ever read. it's a gut punch of emotion and so fucking sweet and it's part of a whole series i need to read but the first one just knocked my lights out and i haven't yet.

i was busy thinking 'bout... by crossroadswrite

3.4k, Midoriya/Several People, Bi Disaster Midoriya

i don't know if this technically counts as romance but midoriya is just me to a t in this fic so i had to put it.

Summary:

He wonders at times if this is divine retribution for something he did. Is it punishment? Is he being punished with pretty boys who can snap him in half? Is that it? Or is this a reward perhaps? Can you call being tormented by handsome boys a reward? Probably.

(or: local bi boy too gay for this, more at eleven.)

Rec: this is just midoriya being a bi disaster about everyone and appreciating how pretty and smart and capable and strong all of his friends and classmates are, and i love it so much.

Peachy Keen by Thealmostrhetoricalquestion

3.4k, Bakugou/Midoriya, Post-Canon, Slice of Life

breaking my own rule again to yell about how good this fic is.

Rec: i'm a sucker for a well-written dynamic between midoriya and bakugou and this has that and also everything else i could ever want.

Summary:

In which there are not-so-secret plans, birthday hand-holding, and Katsuki reminisces over how quiet and peaceful things were when he wasn't dating a giant nerd.

It’s still early, even after the long drive, and some stalls are still setting up. Deku eventually forgives him for his earlier comment, and he brightens up as they traipse around the market, bobbing along like a cheerful green balloon. Usually Katsuki would have a plan in mind, a mental route already mapped out, but he’s strangely alright with browsing for the moment.

Until Deku opens his big mouth.

“Hypothetically, if I knew about something nice that was going to happen at some point in the very near future, would you want me to tell you or let it be a surprise?”

[em0puppy]

i really don't normally do these things but i've been starting to feel just a teensy bit guilty about not being the sappy type lol and i got this urge at 1 am this morning while in a coffee-driven all-nighter and decided fuck it (this is a repeating factor in decisions i make. send help.)

so here's a small lil list of amazing people i'm genuinely overjoyed to be friends or even just moots with <3

yes im copying brookie bite me /silly

stuff under cut cuz this is gonna be long lol

@mischiefburns - my darling husband first of course !! <3 half joking marriage aside i'd say you're one of my closest friends - even if we've only known each other for just a few months. you're just the right amount of gentle and still know when to put your foot (er, claw-bug-thing) down, and i admire that about you. you know when to stop when boundaries are set up and to not push those, and you're not afraid to enforce your own, something i constantly fail to do (• ▽ •;) i love how open you are about yourself and how caring you care <3 ilysm !! mmmmwah :3 (im trying to get better at regretevator i promise)

@bluginkgo - first things first if you disagree with anything here i will punt you. (/silly /hj) you're so endearing, and your little emoticons never fail to make me smile. the message you sent me the other week really helped a lot, and your reaction spamming when i post art really does help with my motivation !! you're one of the most wholesome people i've ever met, and when your discord pfp changes to your sona with a bandaged leg i get worried for you. i love seeing your discussions in the nuzi server or your art popping up on my dash because HOLY SHIT YOU'RE GIFTED I TELL YOU !!!! like your nuzi fankid exploded my final 0.3 braincells i have left in the absolute best way but i'll save that speech for another time <3

@noridoorman - HIIIII MOM >:3 (i hope this tag is ok!! lmk if it's not <3) you're literally the second person i thought of when writing the idea down for this fhsfeesfigr. i love hanging out with you in VC and watching your stream or you drawing or listening to you and doomed voice ace attorney and you threatening to throw certain people (brookie and blu specifically) out windows or grab them by the scruff is literally the highlight of my day and never fails to make me laugh. you're so kind and funny and i'm sorry i can't share your love of k-pop 😔 (/silly) TRYING TO CATCH UP ON CINNAMON SCENT TOO BUT THE ADHD IS LIKE NUH UH </33

@brookiedaaroacecookie - im claiming you and miko as my siblings we can be triplets (/hj /nf) BUT SERIOUSLY THO i view you as my younger sibling and i love hanging out with you <3 you officiating mischief and mine's (GRR OFC IT WAS REAL /silly) wedding will forever be a memory i'll keep and tell to my grandkids in sixty something years or something like that idfk. i still have your little tag thing screenshotted and i'm sorry i can't tell the difference between french toast and grilled cheese </3 (/silly) also whats keats and why do you always laugh at it or was that an autocorrect thing /silly but also /gq

@spinnydraws - DFUHERFGRGIE I KNOW WE'VE ONLY BEEN MOOTS FOR LIKE. A WEEK AND A HALF OR SOMETHING IDK. BUT. HEAR ME OUT. already i view you as a friend and i'm extremely grateful to be moots with you! you're extremely funny and kind, and when you like or reblog my art i ascend to heaven. everytime i see your art i explode all over again even if i've already exploded not five minutes ago. AND WHY ARE YOU LITERALLY SO N. LITERALLY. WAHT. (/vpos) BUT LIKE. honestly you're a big comfort of mine already (i have a problem of wanting to be besties with literally every n kinnie out there. uzi kintype noises.) and i'd love to get to know you more !! <3

@nuzilicious - i refuse to give up trying to make you undislike me. until then all u get is ur awesome and im extremely thankful u havent blocked and banned me!!!!!! /silly /j

@uzibrainrot - omg what do i even say. you're so wholesome and so goofy and i loved roleplaying md with you on roblox even if it was just for a bit and if you wanna do it again sometime i'd absolutely love to!!!! i know we don't interact much but when we do it's awesome !! i promise the art trade is almost done i promise promise promise shhdshjdshfh. ALSO WHEN YOU WANNA WORK ON THAT VOLL CRACKFIC TOGETHER LMK!!! :DDD!!

i would @ andy but idk his tumblr so um. andy if you see this, you're not only one of the kindest most woke and most funny beings on this planet (i've never seen a cishet guy do a colon three it's literally so funny HELP /lhj /gen), but also a mind-blowingly awesome mc player !! :DD

ok i must disappear into the void to take care of my cramps (ew) so im gonna die now but ily all sm and hope you're all doing MORE than great !!! :DD!!!!! (/p /gen) explodes and dies in the grand canyon. or something. idk i need to stop exploding.

[kimbapisnotsushi]

i started writing this back in the last week of december going on into january bc we had so many karasuno bdays back then so uhhh TECHNICALLY this is a late bday post honoring like four people LMAO but let's go!!

during kageyama's first birthday at karasuno he gets a mysterious series of texts from an unknown number that goes like > happy birthday > not that this means you're forgiven > just thought it was the right thing to do > i know it's your first since. well. you know > you don't have to text back or anything!!!! > fuck fuck fuck just pretend this never happened BYE

he brings up it up two years later when he, kindaichi, and kunimi are better friends and kindaichi buries his red face in his hands and screams and kageyama isn't sure why

kunimi pats him on the back and tells him not to worry about it

ennoshita has a playlist that is solely just like white noise and creaking sounds and generally just things that would make you shit your pants alone in the dark and when asked why he just goes "it's the only way i can feel anything inside"

tsukki will NEVER admit it but he ASPIRES to be the level of deadpan that ennoshita is

tanaka: "so . . . why do you like him again?" ennoshita, watching a video he recorded of futakuchi walking straight into a lamppost bc he was playing pokemon go: "he makes me laugh"

no joke i think ennoshita is a dateko celebrity bc everyone knows about the guy that futakuchi kenji pines over bc futakuchi kenji is just known in a million ways and maybe like 90% of them are Not Good

a third-year has futakuchi by the collar and they're like "all right PUNK get ready to have your lights punched out you'll be seeing stars when i'm done with you" and futakuchi just sighs longingly and goes "ennoshita has eyes like stars . . ."

daichi is that type of upperclassman who knows very single friend of his juniors' but not in like a cool older sibling way he does it in a cringefail modern parent kind of way

kogane used to be soooooo scared of him before finding out what a huge dork he is

actually kogane isn't scared of asahi bc he's so used to aone and asahi cries over it

(sorry for plugging in dateko so much i just genuinely think they have such a fun relationship with karasuno i ADORE it)

onagawa: "man idk how you do it" narita: "do what?" onagawa: "being the only normal person on your team"

yeah no narita is carrying the weight of the world as the only person with the brain cell on karasuno

sometimes it's ennoshita but he's been dead inside since first year so

suga tells the first years he knows martial arts but all he really did was go to one (1) judo club demonstration during his second year of middle school and somehow managed to flip the captain over by sheer luck and never tried again

for takeda's birthday everyone teams up to get him a really nice fountain pen, a classical poetry book, and a quality bottle of sake. for ukai's birthday tsukki leads a powerpoint presentation on why smoking is bad for you and that he really should stop, backed up with everyone else standing behind him with their arms crossed and nodding along

okay that and they also get him a really cute apron (embroidered with crows!!) for him to wear around the store and a bag of good coffee

kiyoko has all - and i mean ALL - the snacks from the local convenience store on a tier list and when the vbc asked how the fuck she managed to do that she just went "my track team was a lot weirder than you guys"

actually the reason why daichi asked kiyoko to be the manager wasn't because kiyoko was the only one with no club activities going on it was because she gave asahi a hair tie when nobody else would and asahi had been trying to befriend her since (and also return said hair tie) but was too nervous to make the first move

asahi: "noooooo daaaaaaaiiiichiiiiiiiiii i caaaaaaaan't i'm so awkward and embarrassing!!!!" daichi, with all the confidence of a fifteen-year-old constantly winging it: "it's okay, i've got this!"

yeah he's just as surprised as you are that it worked out

especially considering he pitched it to her like a used car salesman

kiyoko carries a lot of hair ties with her when she starts just for asahi and when he leaves the team she doesn't stop bc she tells suga, daichi, and the second-years, "he'll come back, just wait and see"

THEY WERE FRIENDS TOO!!!! THEY WERE FRIENDS TOO!! THEY WERE FRIE -

[mysticmellowlove]

Are we with Bowen in some kind of dark academy? or is it just a normal university?

note; just a quick master post of all the miscellaneous bowen questions! there are some others that will be combined a little later on but i want to write those scenes into the storyline or as a longer extra!!

It's a normal university, though it's pretty high-brow. Think like yale or something, ivy league i think they're called? we're talking fully stocked cafeteria, free coffee bar, on site support and fully serviced apartment dorms on campus. as you know MC lives there and Bowen lives off campus at a small nearby house :)

ask; now I need to know who wanted to kill Bowen when he was a teenager. that weirdo is so f mysterious

Bowen was a delinquent when he was younger. he came from a rather rich family but his home life wasn't the best. nothing too serious just some despondent parents so he usually hung around with other teens just chilling at random shops.

one of his friends stole something from a store though and the owner turned out to be this really nasty local gang leader, think piercing accessory shop. they sent their cronies after the kids and the two groups fought. somehow Bowen's friends won (I mean which delinquent teen doesn't carry a pocket knife?) and injured some of the gang members.

now the two have beef :) which led to some of the younger gang members really hating bowen.

ask; The fact that I would purposely make Bowen eat carrots just to fuck with him. Like I don’t like uncooked carrots AT ALL but I would get a bag of them at lunch and feed them to him just to watch him suffer. I wouldn’t offer him any sort of attention but that so he wouldn’t have a choice

Bowen would do his best to suck it up, he's not allergic of course so it's not life or death... he just doesn't like them. If it made you happy he'd do almost anything, except leave you alone that is. He would 100% tough his way through the bag and don't worry about rewarding him, when you fall asleep he'll give himself a little treat :)

ask; Is Bowen a virgin? Actually that’s a silly question I think we all know he is. Has he had his first kiss though?

Bowen actually isn't a virgin! It's a bit backwards but ever since he fell in love with you he wanted to make sure he knew how to pleasure someone, so he decided to sleep around. don't worry though he made up for it all by going on month long chastity breaks... also he may have killed the ones he had sex with... but we won't talk about that. his first kiss was actually in his teen years at a party, he was a little drunk but if you ever asked him about it he would swear it meant nothing. nothing before you means anything to him after all!

ask; I have this feeling that Bowen HATES kids. Am I right? And what happened to that sweet desperate boy who cut his skin for the sadistic reader, by the way? Do you remember? I miss him.

confirmed, he does hate kids. he has no want for children at all actually. not only does he want your full attention on him only he just really doesn't want the kids to make the same mistakes he did :(

(concerning the boy, i honestly have no idea which one he is. many fics on my blog include sadistic readers and absolutely down bad men, I'm thinking maybe it's from my first kinktober?)

ask; I want to punch Bowen in the nose

jokes on you anon he loves that shit. make him bleed, let him taste the tang on his lips, kiss him and mix your spit with his blood. he'll let you do anything to him as long as it doesn't leave a permanent mark. the punch is a little too on the nose though (if you know what i mean) so he'll have to stay home for a few days.

that just gives him more time around you though! and if you're not there well he'll just look in your laundry or something :)

ask; i can’t be the only one that actually likes bowen

honestly you and like... four other people lol. that's what he's there for though, bowen (as the first oc on the blog) just has to be a nasty man through and through.

[worldwright]

Good evening !

Man, I love writing those asks and all, but it takes me away from my fics and then I'm hit full force by my emotions

Anyway, I found a new pair of glasses, the closest I could get to my usual glasses and I hate them, they're not rectangular like mines are it's ugly I hate them I won't wear them I don't care I don't fucking care

I had to talk to the lady and my mom had the great idea to talk about me and now that lady knows my entire medical life. Fuck you. Yeah I'm trans, yes I have facial hair, no I don't take hrt, shut the fuck up shut the fuck up. yeah go ahead and judge me for not doing any kind of sport. yeah go and laugh when i say my body is all broken and doesn't work normally because no one cared when i said i suffer badly

Ngl, sometimes I hate being funny. I can say a lot of things and still laugh because I can't do anything else, because I'm forbidden to just acknowledge me being unwell

I wanted soooo bad to say to the lady that I tried to kill myself. Because she went "oh that's nice to take care of your mental health ! you acknowledge that you needed help !" Oh that would have been hilarious to say "so i tried to kill myself lol" and "my parents are neglecting me so bad that it's killing me lmao" x)

So yeah, fics it is ! And my mom made bread this morning so munching on it :3

Have a wonderful morning my friend !

people always expect that if someone's really suffering, they couldn't possibly smile and laugh. it kills me. like you never know what's going on with someone. you're not allowed to assume. you're not allowed to judge. and I wish to hell that parents would stop treating their kids like some weird dog they have and can joke about in front of them :/ some people just don't live in the real world, I swear

idkkkk if this picture is actually working I tried to rotate it but it just looks cropped weird 😭😭 anyway I went to a different coffee shop today :3 (idk if most of our coffee shops around here count as cafés, they usually only have a few pre-made sandwiches and pastries for food. I think "coffee shop" is probably more accurate)

I know I said I "somehow ended up" going to a club last night, which makes it sound like I got lost on the way home or something lmao, but my coworkers invited me out and I just went sure, fuck it. first time I've been to a place like that, it was pretty cool :3 very overwhelming tho, probably won't be doing it often. also I missed the bus and had to walk all the way home at 1am :///////

planning on just wandering today, I'm gonna head to the arboretum after I finish eating :)))))

hope you find a tasty snack tonight!!!

[rodbei]

Ok ok ok fuck you, were starting it.

And by it, I mean this blog - the way I just yapped to myself for twenty minutes in the shower about what to say - and now I have no idea.

But I guess I should introduce myself - even though - holy fuck I'm tired of introductions, like Jesus, just this last week of school, it's just constant! "Hi!, Hello!" "What's your name and pronouns?!? Oh, how about fuck you and fuck this!!! :D" Like it's exhausting I do think that's more a me thing than a general thing, like "Hi, here I am, here you go, you can forget me now."

But either way, my name is Rodbei... because that's the normal way and I am trying my best not to dox myself, my pronouns are ??/!! in the way that I have no clue and do your best!

I am doing this because I am seventeen and I just moved out and this is probably a very important time in my life I'm supposed to look back on?? But regardless I can't remember shit for shit and I should write it down so here we go:

Today I had 3 alarms - 5:00, 5:30, and 6:00 because I have to bike to school at 7:30 and be there at 8:00 and it sucks? I mean it's okay but ughhh no one likes autumn Mondays. It was cold and I didn't want to get up, but today was a good day because I could eat breakfast (normally eating breakfast is nauseating and ends with throwing up in a trashcan). So chocolate "musli," banana, and coffee were my start this morning. Also watched Smallish Beans' newest video because I am actually five years old ffs.

I met up with... should I make fake names?? Fine, I guess, I'll introduce my best "school" friend... umm... umm Red?!??... I'm going to forget that but okay. Me and Red biked to school together; Red had an electric bike while I struggled on my normal one. It was nice though since the past week has just been (ok I'm at a mixed art school so half the time we're at a normal school and the other part we're at an art school) and this past week we've been at the art school. But I live literally 30 seconds away from that school so no biking, but honestly biking is nice... downhill - too bad my school school is at the top of a giant hill -

But otherwise, school was fine. Two new students, though, which doesn't really change anything because I am a loser with zero social ability. Like, I swear I have never felt so out of place at a freaking ART SCHOOL and I am normally the art kid. Like, WHAT. But two new students, an emo kid, and some blond girl. Maybe I'll talk to the emo kid, but he reminds me of people who are too cool to try to make friends. And I am the most AWKWARD person ever. Like, I don't know how I do it. It's like a talent where I just cannot do normal small talk.

That was the interesting part of school. Red went home early because they're stupid and always a little bit sick. We had 4 subjects: movie, English, history, and math. They all sucked apart from the movie one.

But, oh my freaking god, you would think the teachers know how to teach neurodivergent kids. But they still make us sit still for 50 minutes while they talk at a board. NO ONE IS UNDERSTANDING SHIT.

My lunch today was a ham and cheese sandwich, an apple, a cereal bar, and a Caprisun because I'm lazy.

After school, I raced home and ate some crappy noodles. Then I watched some Remadora bloopers because I realized I still had access to TT Patreon. YIPPE. That was the highlight of my day, I think. LMAO.

After that, Red called me, and we went shopping and made tomato soup. I bought bread forgetting I froze some earlier like an idiot, and I bought the amazing, the legendary, CANNED WHIPPED CREAM. I was never allowed to have that as a kid. YIPPE YIPPE YIPPE.

I cleaned Red's room because I'm built weird while they made us tomato soup. We ate on the floor, and I did the dishes like I always do.

Then I came back here and rotted on TikTok. Also, I planned with Monke because it's an inside joke that we could maybe go to a Girl in Red concert in two weeks. But we're both broke. YIPPE.

Also, there's a party Friday that I'm only scared to go to because I'm going alone. And I'm gonna go home this weekend and maybe watch a movie with, let's say, Monke and Bunny.

God, they would hate me for that.

Song of today is: "I Wanna Be Your Girl" by Girl in Red.

-Rodbei 16-09-2024

[jaehyunzzmilk]

why does everybody think we fucked?

pairing: mark lee x reader (best friends to lovers)

word count: 2.2 k

genre: SMUT

summary: the sexual tension of having a best friend who is always flirting with you and all of your friends think you are dating already, in one of your movie nights you can't help it anymore after the dirty talking

notes: so mark is getting into me lately, I've been just a whore for him and decided to write this quick oneshot, honestly I totally see him doing something like that , imagine having him as your best friend, but anyway hope you enjoy it

warnings: alcohol, fingering, oral (male and female receiving), 69, light spanking, unprotected sex, penetration, choking, cum play, orgasm denial, anal (female receiving), dom mark, sub reader

Cold snowy day in New York City, you and your best friend Mark are in your penthouse making drinks getting ready for an Netflix session.

Mark gets a text from Haechan and laughs.

"- They're jealous because I'm not hanging out with them right now"

"What are they saying?" You ask.

"- Well, they think we are… Netflix and chill you know?"

"But aren't we?" You grab another bottle of wine.

"- No I mean..." He lets a typical high-pitched laugh out "- like, really Netflix and chill, nevermind..."

"Why does everybody think we fucked anyway?"

You and Mark were very close. Your friendship started very naturally, since the first day you were introduced by mutual friends, minutes later you were already joking around and it was like you knew each other for a very long time. Mark liked you because you were very easy going and he felt super comfortable around you. He was your male version and you were his female version. Also he was very overprotective with guys around you and since you both had a flirty personality and were always hugging and touchy people assumed you had something more going on.

"- Well you kinda don't help with the last picture you posted on your instagram stories"

The picture indeed was a very "couple" thing where you took a picture of Mark in a coffee shop you were before and wrote 'date'.

"Bitch, you reposted!" you give him a playful slap.

"- I'm not complaining tho" he holds your arm and puts you closer and hugs you. With his head on your neck he says "- and I'd be really mad if you did that with your other guy friends"

"Ugh you're such a Leo Mark Lee!"

Honestly both of you never did anything to deny the rumors. You liked him to be clingy and touchy with you and he was gorgeous.

Mark struggles trying to open the wine bottle while you laugh and make another video to post on your instagram stories.

"Ok what are we watching? Horror, comedy?" You both grab the wine and go to the couch to snuggle in a blanket.

"- We could watch this drama called Nevertheless that everyone is talking about" Mark says while grabbing your legs and putting on top of his.

"Since when do you watch dramas?" You take a sip of your wine.

"- No but seriously I heard people saying this one is good, it's not only that corny romance shit!"

"Ok then!"

You turn on the drama and cuddle on his lap. Neither of you were fans of kdramas but Mark was right, this one was different than the normal plot of 'rich guy who falls in love with the normal girl and they only hold hands until the last episodes' in fact it had some quick make out scenes that were hotter than the usual. In the first make out scene Mark takes his whole glass of wine and his cheeks get red.

"Are you ok?" You laugh.

"- Yeah, yeah it's just… fuck I need to get laid" He puts his head back.

"Really? What about the girl from Jeno's birthday?"

"- That doesn't count, it seems like I was having sex with a starfish if you know what I mean"

"Oh my god! Ok, enough with the oversharing"

"- What about you tho?" He pours more wine into both of your glasses and looks at you.

"After the last guy I fucked didn't even eat me out and nutted in 5 minutes I'm just so done with guys"

Mark almost spits his wine.

"- I'm sorry for laughing, but if it makes you feel any better the starfish girl didn't know how to do a blowjob as well so, cheers to our boring sex lives" "Cheers" You drink the wine, you were getting tipsy. Mark passes his fingers on your waist while you try to focus on the drama, all that cuddling, alcohol and romantic scenes were making you feel horny.

"So since we're talking about it... what would you have liked her to do it? The starfish girl"

"- You mean like..." He laughs.

"You know exactly what I mean, I know you're kinky as fuck, so don't pretend you're not. What are you into?" You say drinking more wine.

He stares at you and passes his hand on his neck.

"- Well umm… I like when girls start slow and then I like to be in control so I would fuck her face until she cries and cum in her mouth." You swallow hard looking at him, he doesn't stop the eye contact "- then I would eat her out really good and every time she was about to cum I would stop making her beg for it..." You feel your panties getting wet by imagining it "then I would have fuck her so hard in every corner of the house it would be hard for her to walk on the next day"

Since you're on his lap you can feel he is hard cock under his sweatpants, and you decide to tease him and press your butt against his bulge. When you do that his hand that is still on your waist grabs your skin hard and goes up until your breast. "What about you baby girl? What you're into?" He starts to play with your nipple, you were wearing a thin lace bra so you got sensitive very easy.

"I like it rough!" You roll your hips into his bulge. "- Fuck!" He says.

You can't hold it anymore and you roll over on top on him and you kiss him. He grabs your butt pressing your core against his bulge, you grind against his clothed dick getting more friction. You let out a moan and you kiss Mark's neck, giving him a hickey. He groans and helps you to take off your clothes.

You go down on him and stop at the elastic waist of his briefs. You can see the precum already leaking under the fabric and you kiss his clothed tip. After taking off his briefs you take his cock with your hand and give it a lick on his length until the tip, he moans and puts his head back on the couch. You spread the precum on his length with your hand and start jerking him off slowly, then you put his tip on your mouth and sucks the head of his dick. You keep moving your hand up and down working on what doesn't fit in your mouth, you let out a moan and the vibration makes Mark whine. You slow down, take it out of your mouth and lick the end of his length right in the middle of his balls, then you put one in your mouth and suck it. "Fuck y/n". Your hands still pumping him, after sucking his balls you spit on his length and puts his dick between your boobs, bouncing up and down. You can see he is getting close when his dick starts pulsing. He grabs your hair into a ponytail and put his length back in your mouth, he gains speed and makes you gag. "You're gonna swallow it all, right baby girl?" You moan, tears coming down of your eyes but Mark doesn't stop. He moans and cums in your mouth, you do as it says and swallow it.

Mark grabs you and you lay on the couch. Legs spreading, he opens the lips of your pussy slowly making your back arch, then he slaps your clit. You whine. He starts licking your labia in circle motions then up and down until your clit, while he kisses your clit he inserts one finger into you. You grab his hair. He inserts another finger and goes faster. "Fuck, right there" You scream. When your leg starts shaking and you're about to cum he stops. "Mark!" You whine. "What's wrong baby?" He comes up kissing your stomach until your breasts, then he sucks your nipple. "- Sorry, what do you want? I didn't hear you" He says while pressing his thumb on your clit. You moan and he keeps kissing your boobs. He starts fingering you again. You scream in pleasure. "Mark..." he bites your lower lip. "Please let me cum!" you kiss him back, his thumb presses your clit, and he goes down on you again. Your whole body shakes when he fingers you and licks your pussy at the same time, you grab his hair and cums in his mouth.

"Mark I need you inside me" You say. He spreads your legs and enters you with no warning. "- Fuck you're so tight" you moan trying to get used to his size, still very sensitive from your orgasm but Mark doesn't care, he pounds rentless into you, his thrusts were deep, hitting your g-spot. You cross your legs against his making him go harder than he already was, and you press your nails into his muscles. One of Mark's hands goes to your chin while the other is holding your waist, he grabs your chin and puts his thumb on your mouth, you suck it "You said you liked it rough right?" he looks deep into your eyes and you nod. He removes his thumb from your mouth and chokes you. You press your nails harder on him and throw your head back loving the way he is choking you while pounding into you faster. Mark was moaning as well, when you thought he was gonna let your neck go he pressed harder. Your tits are bouncing with each thrust. You feel your pussy tightening around his cock as your second orgasm approaches. He let go of your neck and pressed his fingers on your clit, rubbing it hard. You are moaning so loud when you come on his cock, he kisses you while you're still moaning. Mark pulls out of you to kiss you, suppressing your moans "- Let me cum on those pretty tits" he says. You're still shaking from your orgasm, cum leaking out of your pussy. He gets on his knees and pumps his dick hard, you press your boobs together while Mark lets out a high moan and cums on them.

He kisses you again, tongue fighting for dominance "Let's go to my room". He grabs you in his arms, you don't break the kiss until you arrive in your room. On your bed, Mark lays down and you position yourself to sit on his face, he grabs your tights and impatiently pulls you down. He starts licking slowly from your lips to your clit, you moan in response. While he keeps sucking your folds you go down on him and wrap your mouth around his cock, he lets out a groan with the vibrations of your moans. You keep bobbing your head up and down and start to grind against his face. He pushes his tongue in your entrance making you scream in pleasure. You pull off from his cock and spit on his balls, then you start licking and massaging them with one hand, while the other works on his length. "Fuck" he curses.

Room filled with the wet noises of your moans, getting sloppier every time, when Mark realizes you're getting close he stops and give a slap on your ass and moves his finger to your butthole, you whine "- Have you ever tried anal?" You take his member out of your mouth "Only once" He circles his finger on your hole "Wanna try it again?"

"Fuck!"You moan, you get off him and go get the lube on your drawer. You give him the lube and get on all fours. Marks puts a good amount of lube on his fingers and sliding on your hole. He positions himself and pushes it slowly to not hurt you. As soon as you get used to the feeling he goes faster and fucks you deeply, both of you moaning in pleasure. He gives your ass another slap and holds your hips to be in control of the strokes. You basically scream when his hand go to your clit rubbing in circles. "Oh my god Mark" your whole body is shaking with the sensation and you squirt on his hand, Mark curses and releases hot spurts of cum inside of you.

You both collapse on your bed, you're breathing heavily trying to recover from all of that.

"- That was so hot!" Mark says "I needed that, fuck" you say.

"- Wait, let me clean you up!" He gets up and go to the bathroom to get some tissues, he gently cleans you up and then kisses you. It was more than the pleasure to you, you could stay there kissing him for hours.

"Can I ask you a question?" You say. "- Sure."

"What was the first thing you thought when you saw me for the first time?"

"- I thought you were beautiful, and not like… just beautiful, but you know I said to myself 'wow that girl is something else' and then I thought it was so cute how you grabbed the cola I was drinking to take a sip, then you looked me in the eye, I was kinda in love I swear"

"So I guess we're up with the rumors now!" You laugh. "I'm kinda hungry, is there any snack left?"

"- I can't wait for dessert after, if you know what I mean".

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ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇs x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: Bucky gets hit with that god awful (but really hot) sex pollen. (this was requested)

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs: Dub-Con/Non-Con as per usual with sex pollens fics (although i try to write them as consensual as possible :T) Smut obvi (18+ minors dni), slight daddy kink, age gap?, public male masturbation; it's brief but still

TW: very brief mention of possible suicide

ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ's ɴᴏᴛᴇs: hot

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“Where are those daisies we collected from the last mission?” Tony asked you, eyes staying glued to the hologram in front of him.

“I left them on the quinjet. Fury said to wait for transportation until Shield confirms safety. It’s literally in a glass case, but whatever,” you rolled your eyes, making the older man laugh.

“Just protocol, kid,” he snickered.

Meanwhile Bucky sat with Steve eating lunch, chatting it up like old men do.

“So what did you bring back from the last mission? I saw a bunch of agents in hazmat suits,” Steve said sipping his coffee.

“Uh, well Thor said we should bring some plants back for research, but it seems like a bunch of normal lookin’ daisies,” Bucky shrugged.

“Y/n loves daisies,” Steve smirked.

“Ok?”

“And you love Y/n,” Steve teased.

“No I don’t-”

“Hey boys!” you skipped past the kitchen.

“Y/n,” Bucky said standing up with a big goofy smile on his face.

“Where ‘ya going?” Steve asked with a chuckle.

“Quinjet. Fury gave us the go to start doing tests on that plant you brought the other day,” you smiled lightly jogging to the runway.

“Why don't you ask her on a date, Buck,” Steve nudged.

“Come on, she’s way too smart to go out with a dumbass like me,” Bucky joked.

“Seriously.”

“I don’t know. It’s been years since I’ve talked to another woman. It doesn’t come naturally anymore. Wha- what’s even the first I’d say to her?”

“I don’t know, man. I’m on the same boat with you. Just… Tell how nice she looks today when she comes back.”

“Really?” Bucky asked skeptically.

“Yeah, be nice to her.”

“I am nice to her.”

“I mean be extra nice. Flatter her,” Steve told him, “Go wait in the lab until she comes back and tell her she looks pretty today.”

“Isn’t Tony in the lab?” Bucky asked.

“Ha ha, yeah,” Steve teased, patting his back before leaving to his room.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Tony mumbled seeing Bucky waltzing in the room awkwardly.

“Nothing,” he mumbled back.

Tony dropped his hands and stared at Bucky with an unimpressed look on his face. Everyone but you knew about Barnes’ little boy crush on you but he’s never had the balls to say anything. You were close to Tony and seeing as though he doesn’t particularly like Bucky, he didn’t want you hanging around him. But you were an adult so of course you hung out with whoever you wanted.

He was sure you liked him back too which never ceased to make him roll his eyes.

You walked back from the quinjet with the glass container of daisies. You weren’t exactly a plant expert but it was apparent that these daisies were mutated seeing as though the pollen swirled around the flowers gracefully. It was beautiful but then again they might be extremely dangerous considering it was a Hydra experiment.

“Hey Y/n, off to the lab again?” Steve smiled.

“Yup, gotta check these babies out according to Thor; said they might be dangerous if they’re what he thinks they are,” you said, still walking.

“And what’s that?” you just shrugged at his question unsure of the answer yourself.

“Well, Bucky’s waiting for you in the lab,” he slipped in the conversation.

“Really? Why’s-” Crash!

“Oh no,” Tony mumbled, seeing the collision in action.

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” you stuttered.

“No, no. I should be sorry. Here let me help,” bucky knelt to the ground grabbed the fallen daisies with his bare hands.

“No! Don’t touch-” Tony shouted practically sprinting towards you two.

The golden pollen swirled in a misty manner engulfing Bucky completely. You stared with furrowed brows confused at the sight before you and what was going on. Bucky’s skin began to burn and his senses were being overloaded. All he could smell in that moment was you; the same scent that he got a whiff of this morning when he hugged you, the perfume and the shampoo that filled his senses when you walked passed him.

Tony pushed you out of the lab roughly throwing you in Steve’s arms who was just as confused.

“FRIDAY,” Tony called out.

“Yes, Mr. Stark,” the familiar voice answered.

“Lock all the doors to the lab and maybe turn on the a/c,” he commanded.

“Of course, Mr. Stark.”

All the glass walls and doors instantly shut and locked, locking Bucky inside. Bucky’s eyes found your and slammed his body against the glass desperately trying to reach you. You too ran up to the glass wall trying to understand what had happened to him. Everything was happening so suddenly.

Your forehead was pressed against the glass as was Bucky’s; both of you staring into each other’s eyes momentarily. In that moment, you could see his eyes turn golden for a quick second before his pupils dilated ridiculously before your eyes.

“Is he going to be ok?” you turned away.

“Y/n! Please!” Bucky’s muffled screams shocked you.

“Uh… where’s Thor?” Tony panicked.

“What the hell is happening?” Nat asked; Sam, Wanda, and Vision trailing behind closely.

“Nat,” you ran to her.

“What happened to Bucky?” Same asked.

“He- I ran- I ran into him by a-accident and the box dropped. There was mist everywhere and Bucky's eyes. His eyes,” you stammered breathlessly.

“Please! I need her!” Bucky hit the glass in an attempt to break it.

“Oh my goodness,” Wanda gasped at the sweaty Bucky hitting and practically going feral.

“Oh god, is he gonna be ok?” you teared up. This is your fault, dammit.

“I can asure he will experience no physical harm,” Thor’s voice made all of you turn around.

“Just physically? What the hell does that mean?” Sam argued.

“Well, uh… I’ve never actually seen it’s effects in person. Especially not on a Midguardian…” his voice trailed off and his eyes grew big.

Nat snapped her head, eyes widening as well. Bucky with absolutely no shame held his hard dick in his hands pumping it with his eyes trained on you. You went to turn around seeing nat’s expression but she covered you eyes before you could actually see the lewd behavior Bucky indulged in.

“What’s happening?” you asked holding onto Nat as she led across the room.

“Nothing, they’re gonna take care of Buck. Don’t worry about it,” she said quickly.

You sat in your room bouncing your leg as the movie on your TV played. Every now and then Bucky would moan and cry particularly loud making all of you wince and cringe. But your mind felt foggy simply thinking about Bucky and his safety; especially that moment when his eyes went from confusion to you don’t even know what. Hunger? Desire? Lust?

Whatever it was, it made your tummy flutter.

“Steve, any news on Bucky?” Steve stood at the doorway with a worrisome face that did nothing to ease your already panicked nerves.

“Well, as far as Thor knows the plant that was mutated with the daisies was pollen extracted from a breeding plant common among other galaxies; for species that can’t… reproduce like we do. The pollen enters the system and targets the nociceptors causing excruciating pain without physical harm. If untreated the victim can reach a traumatic state and truthfully, they will do anything to stop the pain; even kill themselves.”

“What the hell does any of that mean?” Sam grunted.

“It means the tin man is painfully horny,” Tony interrupted.

“Are you fucking serious?” Sam said in disbelief.

“What’s the cure?” Nat said.

“Oxytocin, of course,” Tony said.

“The cuddle hormone,” you whispered.

“Yup. Banner and I are already working on a serum containing artificial oxytocin in hopes to minimize the pain or even better cure him completely. We-”

“I’m afraid it’s going to be a bit more complicated than that,” Thor interrupted Tony.

“What do you mean?”

“Well, see the pollen, it’s a little tricky. The oxyputin-thingy you mentioned…”

“Oxytocin,” Tony clarified but Thor didn’t care too much.

“I don't think artificial love is going to cure the boy. If you want results, he needs to be the one he desires most. That’s where you’ll get your oxy-pudding.”

“Oxy- You know what, we can figure this out without anyone needing to have sex,” Tony groaned.

“Tony, maybe we shouldn’t-” you started.

“Nope, we can do this. We’re science bros,” Tony stormed away like a child.

“Isn’t your lab being ‘occupied’,” Nat called out.

“Shit!”

-

Hours went by and the oxytocin experiments were clearly a fail. The first dose did nothing. The second also nothing. The third relieved him for only ten seconds before he went back to his painful state. Since then, they haven’t been able to help or relieve Bucky’s circumstance any longer.

You thought about Thor’s words, about how the one he desires most could cure him. A ping of jealousy struck your heart but you knew you to find the woman Bucky loved and just pray that she'd help him. You made your way back to the lad area where Tony and Bruce had their new makeshift set up while the lab was locked down.

“Tony, this is ridiculous. It’s been going on for too long. You heard what Thor said about what happens when it gets too much,” you begged.

“And what do you suggest we do?” Tony said angrily.

“We need to find the woman that Bucky loves so she can help him,” you argued back.

“It's not just some woman, Y/n! He wants you.”

“What?”

“All the bastard’s been doing for the past eight hours has been masterbating while moaning your name. I’m not putting you in that situation,” Tony yelled.

You couldn’t speak. Was he telling you the truth? Did Bucky want you like that? The same way you secretly wanted him? It’s not like you haven't thought about what being with Bucky would be like before. He was perfect; so handsome and charming.

You ran back to your room where the rest of the guys still were practically out of breath; your heart hammering out of your chest and your stomach fluttering like it does whenever you think about Bucky.

“I need to get to Bucky,” you panted out.

“What?”

“Please you guys need to help me. Tony said that Bucky wants me; I mean can you believe. A guy like him wanting me? I’m just… nobody. He’s way too out of my league and-”

“Y/n, focus,” Nat said.

“Right. I- I want to help him. I know I can.”

“Y/n, we don’t know how dangerous this is. I mean, it came from Hydra, this could be weaponized and you could get hurt,” Steve argued.

“Bucky could never hurt me,” you whispered; Nat looked at you softly, understanding the situation better realizing you were probably Bucky’s only chance of a cure.

“You’re not actually considering letting her do this are you?” Steve scolded Nat.

"Are Tony and Bruce making any progress?" she sighed.

"They haven't been to even relieve his pain for longer than ten seconds," you whispered.

"Steve, this is Bucky we're talking about. Hasn't he endure enough torture in his life?" Nat said softly.

That seemed to convince him. Seeing Bucky in so much pain like he had been only years ago was unfair, especially when they technically already knew a cure. Waiting this out was pure evil at this point.

"How do you suppose we go about this?" he asked.

You devised a plan in order to let Bucky from the lab; he'd find his way to you on his own. Wanda stood from afar using her powers to tamper with the equipment. Tony frustratingly would have to run across the compound to the conference rooms to grab new devices in order to continue with his notes and tests.

On his way back, Steve and his convincing and charming ways would stall Tony's return asking him all sorts of questions about Bucky's state. Meanwhile, Thor made up some excuse to lure Banner away just for a minute so Nat and Sam could override the lockdown through Friday and free Bucky.

All the while you sat in your room waiting anxiously for Bucky to barge through the door and have his way with you.

A few minutes went by and no sign of a ruckus you'd assume would accompany the escape plan. You fiddled with the hem of your skirt biting your lip in anticipation. Still no sign after a couple more minutes. Wanting to make sure you still looked alright for Buck, although he'd probably not even acknowledge your appearance, you stood up to walk to your bathroom.

Just as you stood up, Bucky in all his muscle and broad glory slammed the door behind him staring at you with nothing but desperate hunger. Your stomach flipped when you saw him lock the door, pushing a small chair you had just next to it in front of the door under the handle.

He stalked towards practically panting and you took in his appearance. His hair was quite disheveled and sweat lined his forehead and slightly down his neck. Despite that, he still looked so handsome and sexy.

"маленький, all dressed up for me to ruin," he growled crawling up the bed as you crawled back.

"Buck, are you ok? I want to help you," you whispered.

"I'm more than ok now, beautiful," he whispered leaning into you, his nose brushing against yours, chuckling when you visibly trembled.

"Is my красивый маленький ангел gonna let me use her?" he whispered, huskily.

"Bucky, I don't understand what you're saying."

"так драгоценно," he whispered against your lips before pressing himself completely against you.

His hands, contrast between hot and cold, crept under your shirt brushing lightly over your delicate skin. You had somewhat expected Bucky to have no control and use you relentlessly, of which you wouldn't have minded, but this soft ginger foreplay was really making your panties wet.

Bucky slowly lifted the shirt from your body before tossing it to the side and removing his own. His hands cupped your breasts squeezing the soft flesh quite roughly making you sigh and moan at the feeling.

His lips attached themselves to your neck biting and sucking harshly littering your skin with dark purple marks. He nibbled on your ear as he grinding his pelvis against yours, his large erection poking your center making you even more aroused.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you. It smelled just like you," he whispered.

"T- The daisies?"

"I've been craving you, aching for you. Thinking about how good you're gonna feel wrapped around my cock," he panted speeding up his grinding thrusts.

"Buck," you breathed out.

Bucky shuddered over you before stilling for a moment. He couldn't help it, your scent, your warm skin pressed against his, he couldn't hold back anymore coming straight away in his pants.

You brushed his hair softly soothing him from his high. You thought it was over, that he felt better and was finally cured but almost instantly you felt Bucky harden under you, poking between your thighs and you gasped knowing very well it was going to be a long night.

Bucky stood on his knees and pulled your bottoms down your legs nearly ripping the material. He too rid his bottoms throwing them god knows where before climbing back on top of you. You stared adorably up at him and Bucky almost came again. He smiled softly at you before kissing you once more.

Suddenly, loud bangs on your door startled you but not Bucky.

"What the hell are you doing!" Tony screamed.

"Tony, you gotta stop! This is the only way! It's not fair to him to let him keep suffering. He's done enough of that, ok?" Nat shouted.

"She's gonna get hurt," Tony sighed.

"No she won't. This was her idea."

Tony looked back teary eyed. He really cared for you as his own and putting you in a situation like this wasn't fair to you either. He really tried to help but this was just too complicated and too advanced to solve in only a few hours. They were right, Bucky needed you as much as he didn't like that idea too much.

"Fine."

Bucky lined his cock with your entrance wrapping your legs around his waist. Slowly he pushed in pulling moans from you both. You've only had a couple lovers previous to Bucky but neither of them ever filled you so perfectly. Bucky stretched you out like none other and admittedly he wanted to use his fingers on you first but he'd been away for too long it was too painful to go another second without being inside you.

"So tight and warm, little one. Feel so fucking good wrapped around me."

"Buck," you moaned.

You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him impossibly closer to you as you kissed along his neck and jaw. Bucky moaned breathlessly in your ear and you couldn't help the clenching around him from arousal.

"Fuck, keep doing that, little one," he groaned.

Toy squeezed your thighs together and clenched around him again making him groan louder this time. His thrusts became sporadic and you moved against like a ragdoll unable to keep up with his relentless pace.

Your legs began to shake and your back arched into his chest reaching you first high of the night, gushing all over his cock. You realize he hasn't come and gently push him off you before flipping over to let him take you again from behind.

As expected, Bucky pushed into once again deeper this time and you shuddered under his hand that rested atop your arched back. Bucky smacked and kneaded your ass thrusting in and out. The lewd squelching sound of his thrust mixed with the sound of skin slapping against each other echoed in the room.

"Shit, little one. Taking my cock so fucking well," he reached forward and bunch up your hair pulling your head back harshly.

“Shit,” you mumbled.

Your knuckles turned white as you gripped the sheets as hard as you could. You were approaching your orgasm quickly and you weren't going to be able to hold back any longer. Your pussy clenched around Bucky's cock making him throw his head back in pleasure.

"Please, Bucky," you whimpered.

"You wanna come, darling. You wanna cream all over daddy's cock?"

"Yes! Fuck!" your arms shook before giving out completely; your head buried in the sheets as Bucky continued that same wild and rough pace.

"Please let me come, daddy!"

Your body felt on fire. No one has ever made you feel this good before, it was almost too much, too overwhelming. Tears brimmed your eyes from trying to desperately hold back. You wanted to come with Bucky but seeing as his pace had yet to slow down you were beginning to think he wasn't even close.

"Let go, doll."

Your body squirmed beneath him as you released all over his dick. You came with a near shout, your body violently trembling from the intensity of your high. Bucky slowed his pace for your comfort, gently riding your orgasm slowly down despite his still aching erection.

He languidly rolled you over to your back, his hands softly rubbing your sides up to your breasts. You breathed heavily, eyes feeling droopy, all you could feel in that moment was his cum dripping from you onto the sheets.

Bucky, still knelt on the bed and still chasing his release, lifted your legs over his thighs gripping your hip with one hand and his cock with the other. You squeezed your thighs together when you felt his tip poking at your entrance once again, soft whimpers emitting from you shakily.

"Such a good girl. Gonna let me take you again? Gonna let me keep using you?" he moaned.

"Use me, Buck. I'm all yours," you breathed out.

Bucky pushed himself past your folds once again, your cum easily letting him slide in. Both his hands made home on your hips gripping hardly surely to leave marks for you to remember this very moment. You looked at Bucky as his thrusts slowly began to pick up, bringing your own hands to your breasts to play with your nipples. You twisted the perked buds, moaning softly at the feeling as well as Bucky filling you perfectly once again.

"Filling me up so good, baby," you moaned, arching your back slightly allowing Bucky to hit a newer and deeper angle inside you.

"Pussy was fucking made for me," he growled.

His hand moved from its home on your hip right over your lower belly where he could feel his cock so deep poking his own hand through your tummy.

"Feel how fucking deep I am?"

You moved your hand and he pressed yours in the same spot under his and you moaned loudly, shuddering under him.

His pace quickened and for a moment he thought he was going to finally reach his high, that release he'd been thinking about for hours today, but when he felt you clench again, squeezing his cock tightly and he didn't cum, he knew it was gonna be chase that he didn't know you'd be up for. You gushed all over his dick, back arching and your legs pressing tight around his torso, coming with a loud scream of his name.

Bucky fell forward with tears in his eyes. His skin still felt hot and sticky. His sense felt dialed up to an eleven. It was all so overwhelming and all he wanted was to cum in you and hold you closer whispering how he really loved you. He pressed faint kisses to you equally sticky and warm skin and when you felt warm liquid dripping onto your skin to lift Bucky's head to find him crying.

"What's wrong, baby?"

“I can’t cum. I just wanna cum,” he whined.

“Hey, hey. It’s ok. I can go as many times as you need me to. I want to help you, let me do that.”

“Can- Can you uh… use your mouth please? I want to feel those pretty lips wrapped around my cock so bad,” he moaned.

“Of course, baby. I’d do anything for you,” you smirked before pushing him and crawling over him holding his dick in your hand.

-

Hours and literally hours had passed until Bucky was finally tired out only having cum three times compared to the fifteen-plus times you had. Your bed laid on the ground; the wooden stands snapped about two hours ago. Most of your sheets were torn to shreds and marks littered your body from your neck down to your hips and your knees from, well you know.

Your body shook as you laid in a fetal position. You burned between your thighs; the soreness overwhelming but pleasant at the same time. Sweat made what was left of the sheets stick to your body until Bucky pulled them from you to clean you. He used a warm towel all over your body with tears in his eyes whispering how sorry he was about everything.

“I swear I didn’t mean for any of this to happen. I’m so sorry. I understand if you hate me now; if you never want to see me again. Just know that I’m so sorry about your bed, the blankets, if I hurt you, everything,” he sniffled, eyes and nose red and puffy.

“Bucky,” you whispered, your voice raspy and croaky from your moaning and screaming all night.

“Y/n,” he whispered back. You pulled him by the back of his neck into a soft yet passionate kiss.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he breathed out when you pulled away. You cupped his face with shaky hands but a smile on your face.

“Do you mean it?”

“Of course. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. I’ve dreamt about holding you far too many times, more than I’d like to admit. I should’ve told you sooner but like everyone else, I was scared you didn’t like me back; at least not this way,” he rubbed your legs indicating the intimate love he had for you.

“Buck, it’s virtually impossible for anyone not to fall in love with you. Unless they’re Tony,” you giggled as did he.

“Can you say it?” he asked softly.

“That I love you?” you smiled brushing your nose against his; Bucky practically purred as he nodded.

“I love you, James,” you whispered.

“Fuck, I love you too.”

He laid you down softly again on the broken bed pressing light kisses all over your collarbones and shoulders. You brushed his hair with your fingers as he clung onto you ready to sleep.

“Thank you again, doll. For helping me today,” he said after a couple minutes of silence.

“Of course, my love. Besides I’m the one who ran into you with those damn daisies.”

“Thank god for them then. And for your clumsiness,” Bucky chuckled.

“Meanie,” you snorted, making Bucky laugh even more.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Buck.”

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i'm so happy you're writing again, can you please do a cute angst?? i love those s2

This is a part two of this thing I wrote long time ago.

His eyes didn’t left your figure following you through the crowd to the exit door. He hopelessly tought he could move from his spot and run to catch you, but his legs didn't obeyed his brain. His heart got broken in so many small peaces that it was going to be so hard to pull them back together. 

Deep down in his mind he had a small chance that you would say i love you back. He was the one who ruined everything and he couldn’t bare with that burden.

“What are you doing? Follow her!” James tapped Brad’s shoulder but he couldn’t move. Instead he stood in the same spot frozen, emotionless.

“She doesn’t love me anymore.” He looked at his friends eyes, tears already falling. "I fucked up."

He tried to abstract himself with the rest of the wedding. Also for the next few days he tried to relax and stop thinking about what happened. A few days in the countryside with friends  to take his mind off everything but everyone was with their soulmate and everywhere he looked, he could see happy couples and their perfect relationships. It was kinda hard not to feel lonely no matter how hard everyone tried. So he decided to leave.

As soon as he got back to his routine, everything went back to normal for everyone. Unless for him. He had returned to his empty house. To his cold bed. He wouldn't get home and hear the laughter, the crackling of someone who had just burned their dinner or said a really awful joke. He would return to a dark house full of memories of someone he had one day.

So he moved out. Found another apartment, on a new neighborhood. Met new people, focused on his music, on his bar, on his family and friends. He even got a new dog. Now he wasn't alone or haunted by the walls of his house.

But it didn't took him much time to realize that he was simple disguising the pain. And when he finished his day he wouldn't mind not eating, not sleeping, not showering. He started drinking more and smoking. He was no longer answering calls from his friends and soon after, from his family. And the only way they could get him out of that house was to walk his dog.

He was slowly losing himself, just as he had lost you.

"Come on, Jack, hurry up buddy. It's freezing!" he instructed to the little ball of fur sniffing around some flowers, while rubbing his hands and trying to heat them with his warm breath.

The dog was pretty unaware of the little drops of rain falling from the wet trees. It had been raining all night and it was really cold.

Brad wished he could brought a scarf, his hoodie was very nice keeping him warm such as his beanie but his neck was getting the cold breeze that blew. He took a cigarette from the white box of his pocket and put it in his mouth. Grabbed his lighter and lit his cigar. Soon he was on his journey back home, where he could just disconnect from everything.

As the next day came he opened his eyes lazily. He realized he had fallen asleep on the couch again. He watched his phone on the coffee table buzzing and noticed missing calls from his parents and friends. He tried to reach it but his body was hurting, soon his throat started to burn and he felt dizzy and sick.

"Fuck no." He said. Grabbing his phone and calling his bandmate to cancel plans onf the studio. It didn't took him long to pick up.

"Brad?!" he sounded concerned.

"hey Tris" His weak voice almost didn't let him talk. Plus he started coughing.

"are you okay?" he asked.

"I think I got the flu or something, besides that I'm fine" he lied. "I don't think I'm able to go today."

"I'll tell Joe. Do you need anything? We are so worried about you, it's like you're isolating yourself." He changed his tone. "James said you needed your space so we let you be but this is coming out of hand"

"I'm not a kid anymore, Tris. I can take of myself" He had trouble talking. Great now he was losing his voice.

"it's clearly that you can't not! Your mom called us and told that you don't eat or sleep and even didn't let her into your house."

"I'm fine, maybe next week we can start planning that tour"

"Brad, you told us that last week... You need to take care of yourself!"

"I know, I know..."

After the phone call, Brad fell asleep. Three hours later he felt he was going to trow up so he jump really fast from the couch and ran to the bathroom.

After throwing up he couldn't simple get up from the floor. His body so weak and he was about to pass out. So he just laid back on the bathtub tiles and slowly felt his eyes get heavy again...

"Brad..?" he heard his name being called from his living room and thought he was delusional.

"h-here..." He tried to talk but his voice was really low.

"Brad? Are you there? The door was unlock.." the voice was getting closer. "Brad?!"

"hel-p.." He tried to raise his voice.

"Omg, Brad!" the voice walked in the bathroom and kneeled down beside him. "what are you doing?" He knew who it was, the voice was to familiar.

"help me, (y/n)" he said not capable to move.

"I'm here, I got you" she tried to bring him closer to her, since he was white as a ghost, she touched his forehead. "you're burning!" so she grabbed a wet towel and place it in his face. She laid him down on her legs.

They stood there in that position for half an hour, she gently taping his face with the cold towel and watching his face gain a little color again. Her heart broke seeing him like this.

"(y/n)...?" he said opening his eyes slowly.

"Hi Brad." She looked down at him and sadly smiled. "how you'd been?"

"awfull" he said and tried to sit.

"easy. Here, let me help you" she helped him to sit slowly. Her hand touched his forehead again and he closed his eyes and leaned in. "The fever is lowering."

"Why are you here?" he asked.

"your mom called me." she looked at him and for the first time their eyes crossed. "I had to."

He didn't said anything. Instead he just nodded. He was to weak to fight this. So he just let himself be and be cared by her.

She helped him get up, undress and sit inside the tub. She waited until the water was warm and gently helped him get wet. She washed his hair and body, got up to get his shaving utensils and shaved his face. And wrapped him in a warm towel. Helped him upstairs into the bed, dressed him with clean clothes and even brushed his hair. While she was tucking him inside the covers he spoke.

"You don't have to do this" He looked at her.

"I want to. We swore to care for eachother."

"why? I broke that promise, I hurted you. I don't deserve it."

"You don't have to stay like this, Brad. You have to move on. You can't stay forever grieving a love that died."

"Why you don't hate me?"

"I could never hate you."

"I broke your heart"

"Yes, you did. But I can't stand watching you go down."

"I left you alone and you've always been so good to me. You're still so good to me"

"You have to accept that it was your call. You're a grown up man, things end." She spoke again calmly. "I'll make you some tea for your throat, just take these meds and try to rest. Okay?"

"I don't want you to go."

"I'm not going anywhere. Not until you're okay"

"Promise?"

"I promise."

She stood up and went to leave the bedroom. She stopped by the door and looked back at him. He was looking out the window, so small, so broken.

"Brad." She said and he looked at her. "and when I asked you how you'd been, I meant I missed you more than I've ever missed anything before."

[chanandlersstuff]

Summer isn't the only thing that breaks

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Reader.

Summary: Sometimes loving the other person it's not enough.

Word count: 2.545.

Author’s note: I don't take charge or pay psychologists for what you may feel reading this. I was in my feelings and needed to write something to get all out of my system. English is my second language so sorry for the misspellings. Sorry if the title doesnt make sence but its the only things that comes to my mind.

Part two

You were walking through the airport suitcase in one hand and phone in the other. His number appears on the screen and a smile on your lips. His raspy voice telling you that he was waiting for you in the parking lot, just like you agree, even without seeing him you can sense his smile while he was talking. You hop on the passenger seat and he didn't let you close the door that he was already kissing you like his life deppen of it. His hands on your neck bringing you imposible close to him.

-Hi to you too.- Your voice sounds happy and your eyes close in case this was a dream, again.

-I miss you so fucking much.- Your breath mixing with each other and your noses touching.

-Me too, Charles.- No pet names were needed, that was the deal.

-Come on, the summer break await for us.- A little peck on your lips and the car was moving.

The ride to your destination was full of low music, your hand in his while Charles was driving and now and then he leaves kisses in your knuckles. No work related talk, it was too painful that way. In a moment of your relationship, even when you were friends, the two of us could talk about everything. Even a look could say all that was on your mind and the other would knew exactly what to do.

You two met so many years ago that you lost count. The chemistry was undeniable, the same silly jokes and pranks, the way you move in sync when you were together and even when you weren't together but in the same place, the fond smiles and shiny eyes. It was a matter of time for you two to end up together, or a matter of putting everything on the table. Either way you confess your love for each other the same day, even in that you were connected.

The memories bring a bittersweet smile to your face. In another time those exact memories would make you the most happy person on the planet but right now, after all those years, it didn't. From the corner of his eye Charles could see you and he could bet he knew what was on your mind, because of the look on your face. Because he had the same look when he thought of the two of you.

Everyone knows that you two love each other. Your familys, your common friends and the ones that were not common, even his fans kwen it. But sometimes love isn't enough, sometimes loving the other person so much that it doesn't fit in your body isn't enough. A whole year of relationship where you only saw him in his summer break, in his home grand prix and two other races where it. That was how long the relationship lasted.

You try to make those memories leave your head and live the moment. Your hand in his, Levitating from Dua Lipa playing in the background, your head moving side to side in sync to the rhythm of the song, his hair moving thanks to the breeze and the summer in the air. It was he and you for a couple of weeks. Nothing else, nothing more. You tell yourself that everything was going to be alright.

The first days were amazing, like always. Traveling from here to there in Europe, days with his family that love you like you were their own, nights with your mutual friends clubbing and having the time of your lifes. Dancing glue to each other, drunk kisses and hot sex all night in every sourfaces that you were capable making up for all those days that you weren’t in his arms.

His mum love you, love both of you and was the first one to be over the moon when you were together, but also was the first one to knew that this agreement or this kind of relationship, if you could call it like that, wasn't healthy and it will end bad.

Maybe it was that the two of you were growing up, becoming more mature persons or maybe you were more nostalgic than normal. But seeing him driving the boat with that bandana in his head, that one time it was yours, made you walk down memory lane and end up on the day that the two of you called it quits.

Your relationship was based on constant facetimes, calls and that was it. It was like you were 13 again and it was a virtual boyfriend. His busy schedule and your first year in the job of your dreams didn't let you see him often. You knew he needed someone that was free to be with him travelling the world, encouraging him, giving him a shoulder to cry in his bad days and to be there applauding him in his best days. In a few words he needed someone that was capable of being there for him all the way in his career, not on the other side of the word in a 4 walls office 24/7. You knew that person he needed wasn't you. But the blame, if there was someone to blame, wasn't all yours. Charles also knew that you need someone to be there for you when the days in the office weren't the best, when you arrive at your house exhausted and not on the other side of the phone, traveling across the world, when you cried your eyes out from stress. When you belittle yourself thinking you weren't enough and capable for your job. He knew that you deserved some better, someone who could be there for you.

When the words “I think that we should take a time apart.” were said and the other nodded . When the moment was so fucking sad, so fucking heart breaking, because the two of you came to the same conclusion. Sad tears running in your faces and salty kisses. A whole day to make the mourning of the love that wasn't enough holding each other in your arms agreeing to be friends and love each other no matter what. Only to find you in his sheets a couple of months later agreeing to be together only in the summer break and love you all those days and when the summer ends the two of you would go to their worlds with the memories of the summer. Because the thought of not being together at all hurt much more than being together only a season of the year.

A little peck on your lips brought you back to the present and his smiley face melted your heart. Out of impulse you cup his face and kiss him love and tenderly. From outside that scene appear to be two people who love the other wholeheartedly and were happy and it was true but at the same time you were two persons who had to accept the fact to love the other only in summer time.

Charles knew you were a clingy person when the two of you were alone, but not in public. So it came to his surprise that you were holding his hand all the time and stolen kisses here and there but he didn't complain about it. Moreover he was happy and a little sparkle ignite in his interior.

Days pass like leaves falling from trees in autumn. One day he took you for a ride on his bike, because he knew how much you like it, and to have a picnic to see the sunset. Cute date nights and walks on the beach. Breakfast in bed and coffee spilled on the white sheets thanks to a hot kissing session that ends in sex. Everything was like a fairytale but those only exist in books and movies. Real life hurts like hell and not everything could be like we want.

You made up your mind two days before when you woke up and his arms were hugging your naked body to his firm chest. You couldn't put it into words the feeling that ran through your body and that was when you knew what you had to do. This day was the last one before you had to leave for the real one, it was always bittersweet.

For some reason Charles woke up feeling the most lucky man in the world, he was happy. Walking from here to there in the yacht humming songs and loving the way the sun kisses his skin. A complete breakfast on the table and kisses all over your face to wake up. Sex before and after breakfast, swimming in the cristal water and photos of the other in their galleries that would never leave your phones. You walk around with your hair wet in his favorite t-shirt and a red bandana in your ankle, nothing else nothing more.

After lunch you were sleeping in the front of the yacht with that red bikini that made him lose his mind and he was by your side. His legs flexed, his arm in your waist and his face hid in your neck. Your legs on top of his, your arms on top of his and your head lean on his. The two of you were like a puzzle that fit perfectly, but that didn't mean anything. Hour passes and you wake up, his left hand in your boob and yours on top of it, his face in your chest and your legs tangled. His face is clear of concern, smooth features a little sunburned, and you run your fingers tracing paths with his moles. The same feeling of two days ago appeared again and the only thing you could do was swallow the lump in your throat.

Charles seems to wake up and get you closer to his body, so close that you end up on top of him. Talking in his native language and raspy voice almost made you break into tears. He senses it and looks at you concern. -Il y a un problème, ma belle?

You shake your head with your eyes closed. -Don’t do that Charles, no pet names. We promise.- If you were with your eyes oppended you could see how he rolled his.

-Tell me what's wrong, please.- His seat up with you on his lap. His hands on your back and your chest close. The worry in his voice breaks your heart.

-We can't keep doing this. It's breaking us inside. Is breaking me inside.- Your words make him move away and frown his brows.

-What are you talking about?- You tried to get up from his lap and he grabbed your waist so you stayed still. -Don't do this for a second time, please.

-You need to let me go emotionally and physically, Charles.- He put his hands up and you started walking around, something you do when you are nervous.

-Why?- His eyes burning your figure.

-Because it's the healthiest thing to do. We can't keep doing this to each other. We can't keep fooling ourselves and you know it. You mean everything to me but I can't keep doing this. Every time I leave you after summer, I rip my heart out and I don't think I can keep suffering it.- Your eyes full of tears and your hands shaking a little.

-You think that it's easy for me? That all this it's easy?- You shake your head. -It 's not! Sometimes I dream about us and it seems so real, and when I fucking wake up I see the harsh reality THAT I DONT HAVE YOU COMPLETLY.- He was standing up and looking at you with red eyes.

-That is what I’m saying. Don't you see? This fucking situation is killing us. I know what you want from me and you know what I want from you but wanting something and having something it's not the same thing.- He looks at you without saying anything.

-Do you still love me?- You almost laugh at his question.

-How could you ask me that?- Charles looked at you in disbelieve.

-Because you are standing there, breaking my heart all over again that's why I’m asking you that.- You were trying so hard not to cry.

-Of course I still love you, just like the first day. But sometimes that's not enough. We agreed something years ago hoping that that way it didn't hurt that much but the only thing we agreed on was to prolong the heart break and make it bigger.- You took little steps towards him.

-I know you are right but don't want you out of my life. I dont think I’m capable of that.- His voice was so low and the look in his eyes was like a lost puppy.

-Its for the best Charles. I don't want to keep hurting you and me. It's not fair that we can only love each other for a couple of days out of 365 days a year.

-There’s nothing we can do?- His and your eyes were full of tears and his words broke you and seeing you cry made him cry.

-I won't let you give up your career to be with me and you won't let me give up my career to be with you. We love each other that much and we are fools for thinking that this would end well.- He closes the gap between the two of you.

-I can't believe I had all and then most of you, some and now none of you. Will you let me love you the time we have left?- Charles put his hands in your face and you nod.

The hours left of that day were spent with salty kisses, tears in each others body and sad and slow sex where not even an inch of distance could be beetween you two, your skins touching trying to became one or trying to remember the other for the rest of your lives, hands running through your bodies to remember it even with the eyes closed. You kiss his tears away and his kiss yours. The ride to the airport was in silence and fast but Charles held your hand in his glued to his chest, he was lost in his thoughts and you in yours. Getting used to the idea of not seeing or being with the other anymore, just the couple of minutes that you got together in the car and then that was it, all over again.

He parked the car, took your suitcase out and without saying anything you started walking to the airport door. He watches you walk away from his life but his brain screams to kiss you just one more time. Just like an addict, one more fix and that was it. Charles grabs your wrist and stamps a kiss on your lips like he did at the start of the summer break in his car, all those days ago, but this time it was full of sadness and love. He holds you close, but not too close. Just enough for you to count his slowing breaths, but not too much so that you’ll hear the slow cracking of his heart.

[tempobrucera]

The sea will crowd us with lovers at night - Part 2

Pairing: Thomas x Fem!Reader x Victoria (Part 2 & Part 3) / Thomas x Fem!Reader (Part 1) Summary: Thomas wants to try something different and who could say no to that (Thanks to @mywritingonlyfans & @inureflower who accidentally motivated me to write). Word Count: 4560 Warnings: Smut, recreational drug use, they get there eventually, it's a ride though. More praise kink, crying, threesome, exhibitionism/voyerism, kind of, oral sex. Spit, no actual spitting tho. Just Thomas being sloppy. Cumsharing. Still a lot of talking, but you know at least they talk.

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It's unimaginable hot in the tiny Café you're in. You can't stop a happy sigh escaping your mouth when Thomas tells the others that he is melting and just wants to fucking leave this place. His iced coffee apparently not able to cool him down enough to function properly.

"I also have to leave, have to pick up Chilli from the groomer." Vic tells everyone at your table.

Damiano looks somewhat unhappy about the sudden hurry to leave: "Sure, just leave me alone."

"I'm going to pay", Thomas tells you, already standing up, "I'm waiting outside for you. Cooler there than in this place."

Your plan is to just say your Goodbyes to Vic and Damiano like a normal human being and not like something stung you as Thomas just did but the plan doesn't quite work when both of them hold you back.

"For science, we still have to know who you would be into the most, after Thomas obviously." Victoria looks at you expectingly.

It makes you a tiny bit nervous but it also amuses you that they waited for Thomas to be gone to even mention this question again.

"I didn't answer last time, you two think I'm going to answer you now?"

"Yes, Thomas isn't around, so you can spill it." Even though Thomas isn't around to hear him, Damiano almost whispers.

"We have this really stupid bet with Ethan", Victoria explains, "and we just want it settled. We can't end it without knowing."

You remember the conversation from the evening a few weeks ago and look at Damiano: "It's not you and I'm not going to elaborate."

No one of you notices that Thomas is coming back inside, so Victoria and him are talking over eachother.

"I thought we're leaving?"

"It's me, right?", she's so excited it is quite cute you have to admit, "Please, tell me!"

Damiano stands next to the whole scene and just smirks, Thomas looks confused.

"What are you talking about?", he asks.

"Oh, you know, that bet."

Thomas flinches, looks from Victoria to Damiano back to Victoria: "I thought I told you to fucking stop it?"

Maybe to make it less uncomfortable you decide to attempt a joke. You turn to Vic: "You know, maybe you're right."

"Oh, someone has a type!" Damiano comments.

"Please!" Thomas' cheeks look heated. "Don't!"

"It was a joke, Thomas. Come on, let's go!"

* * *

Victoria and Ethan are coming to your place for dinner about a week later.

Ethan leaves early, Thomas' plan (you didn't know he had in the first place) trying to kick Victoria out with him doesn't work. She just stays put on your couch, not even moving an inch when he tells her to go.

"You scared that your girl has a crush on me? Or someone ...?", she teases him. It's a joke but Thomas acts so annoyed after it that even you can't find it funny this time.

He tries to ignore her, you can see that, but everytime Victoria remotely moves or says something he looks at her like she deserves to drop dead then and there in your living room.

"I'm just getting something out of the kitchen." You murmur more to yourself than saying it to any of them. Everyone would need a break from whatever they are doing at the moment, you think. Victoria clearly not ready to lose, Thomas giving everyone the silence treatment.

Thomas follows you not even a minute later.

"What are you doing out there?"

You think he's going to stand behind you, hug you, as he always does. However he decides to stand next to you, not touching at all.

He rests his hands on the kitchen worktop and takes a deep breath before he speaks: "Is it Ethan?"

Wishing you could stop yourself from doing it, you burst out laughing.

"Thomas, what the fuck? It's not!"

Silence.

"But if it's not ...", he starts but seems to have an enlightenment midway through, "Oh."

Oh, indeed.

"Oh!", he repeats himself.

"You're not going to have a breakdown over this, are you?"

He hugs you sideways, laying his head on your shoulder: "No, don't worry. You want to go back, I'm there in a second."

Whatever you expected it isn't what's happening. When Thomas comes back, he has drinks and a plate of brownies with him.

"Sorry for being a dick!", he offers Vic an apology. She smiles, tousles his hair a bit when he sits down and everything seems to be okay again. Luckily.

You don't know why all of a sudden he's acting normal again, even admitting to being a dick in front of Victoria of all people, especially after that revelation in the kitchen but you decide not to question it, at least not now.

"Please tell me these brownies aren't normal ones?" Victoria questions, looking at both at you.

"What are you thinking of me, Miss de Angelis?", Thomas asks her back, yet he's grinning like an idiot which answers her question.

The evening turns out to be great in the end. All three of you cuddled deeply into the couch, watching a movie, only understanding half of it because all three of you are high. By the end of the night Thomas falls asleep almost on top of you. "You two are too cute, it's almost too disgusting to see" is the last thing you hear Victoria say before she leaves.

* * *

17:45 Victoria

I feel like shit. Can I come over? Thomas isn't answering his fucking phone.

You answer that she can come over anytime, suggesting watching a movie or ordering pizza. Just something to get her mind off from whatever is bugging her.

You take your phone with you and find Thomas sitting on the floor, guitar in his lap. He doesn't seem to notice or to realise anything of his surroundings at all. Quietly you sit down next to him. A good few minutes pass before he stops.

"Vic is coming over."

Thomas squints his eyes: "Why?"

"Because she's feeling shit and you ignored her."

"She was over half the week already." He doesn't look happy, he plays nervously with his fingers.

"That's why you're a real prick at the moment?" There's no denying it, he clearly is in a pissy mood and on top of that he doesn't talk about it even when asked. Behaviour that's driving you completely insane.

He's quick to answer this time: "No, no ... That's ... it's not the problem."

"Care to share then?" You just really want to understand what is going on in his head.

Playing with his guitar pick, he just sits there, saying nothing. Not even looking at you, however there's a pretty shade of pink flushing down his neck. It isn't even that surprising that you get an idea of what is wrong from that alone.

The ijustreallywantto is so quiet and so muffled that you almost can't hear it at all.

"Thomas", you leave kisses on his arm, "It's okay."

You really should have seen that one coming. Obviously you had sex in the last couple of weeks, you even spent quite a bit of time together despite your two busy work schedules. But it's a while since he gave up any control, but apparently it's more than needed.

"I ... I just don't want to be in charge of shit. Not of this", he picks up a few pieces of paper which look like Damiano wrote something on them. "Not of Vic's bullshit. Not when we .... h-have sex. I don't even want to be in charge of my fucking self at the moment."

"We can kick Vic out at ten, if you want to?" You see him nod. "I promise, okay?"

He pulls you in closer, leaving a kiss on your temple: "Would be great!"

"Vic should be here in ...", you have a quick look on your phone, "half an hour. Let's talk about this until then."

* * *

Victoria is lying on the couch with you while Thomas is in the kitchen. She's still more sitting than anything else, you however are lying down having your head on her thigh. When he comes back he doesn't comment when he sees you both like this, just slightly raises an eyebrow but smiles. He already seems so much better after just talking things out, it's a relief.

Thomas just plants himself on the floor again, leaning back against the sofa, awkwardly putting his head on your waist and you start combing your fingers through his hair.

"I have seen you doing this an awful lot during the last weeks", Victoria comments on his behaviour. With a puzzled look on his face he looks up to her. "You just doing that." Vic points at the floor, then at him.

"I like it, okay?" For a moment you're worried but then he grins. "It's also nice to see the world from your perspective from time to time, I have to know how the world looks like for you."

She slaps his shoulder: "Not my fault that you're half giant!"

All of you decide on a weird looking horror/slasher film. It seems better than all the other options and it is quite entertaining. The only thing is that this goddamn movie has so many sex scenes in the middle of a complete blood bath in the first half that you're sure it could have classified as porn. Victoria and you can't stop laughing about how absurd the whole thing is. Thomas is laughing too but you see that he's squirming on his spot a few times.

A bit after halfway through the film Vic gets up: "I just need another glass of wine and I have to piss."

"Are you ok down there?", you ask him, playing with a strand of his hair, "you want to come up to the couch?"

"No, I'm okay." He breathes in and out and in and ... he gets on his knees, looking at you. "Can I have a kiss, please."

You grab him by the collar of his shirt and give him a kiss. The thought you probably shouldn't do that right now while Victoria is still there crosses your mind.

"See, you can be really good when you want to", you tell him.

Thomas only lets out one small whimper.

"Shit!" Victoria stands in the door and she definitely saw and heard what just happened. "I should really leave you two alone."

Thomas whimpers again, shaking his head and you and Victoria both look at him: "No, p-please."

Stunned Victoria looks at him, Thomas looks embarrassed, cheeks blushing. All you want to do is kick her out, so you two are alone.

"Can you look at me please, Thomas? What do you mean?" He looks at you. He doesn't answer. "Vic is just getting her shoes from over there and then she's leaving, that okay?"

Thomas is burying his face to your stomach and you can hear Victoria moving muttering yesyesyesyes. But Thomas shakes his head and chokes out another no and a few seconds later: "You don't have to."

"Fuck!" Victoria looks at Thomas first, then gives you a questioning look.

"We have to talk about this", you comb your fingers through his hair again to calm him down, "You sure that you really want this?"

"You want to."

You're just about to say that this isn't an answer to your question but Victoria is quicker to speak up: "Wait, you talked about this?"

"No, we didn't, not really. Except for your stupid bet." Which is kind of a problem, you think.

She makes an annoyed sound: "Can't believe Damiano won that fucking bet with betting against himself!"

"At least you can settle that shit now!", you turn back to Thomas. "Hey, we're not gonna do anything, if you don't really want to do. You know that, right?"

"I want to", he mumbles more to himself than anything else.

"You want to come up to the couch? You can, you know that, right?" He stays on the floor, not moving. "Hmm, ok. You're going to be a good boy for me and Vic?"

He blushes and tries to hide his face, so Victoria can't see him but he also get's out a Sì.

"Oh fanculo! Voi due mi uccidete!" Vic breaths out "I'm going to lose a ton of money with this."

Thomas looks confused but the expression on his face changes into slightly pissed before he asks: "How many bets do you and Ethan have on me exactly and what are you even betting on?"

"You don't even want to know, caro! You wouldn't stop blushing for the next weeks." Victoria is smirking, she knows exactly what she's doing. To no ones surprise, he blushes before Victoria can even finish her sentence but he also gives her the middle finger.

You tug on his hair, so that he has to look up to you: "Don't be rude!"

"Sorry!", he breathes out, looking at Victoria.

Vic laughs: "I like this already!"

"There anything you don't want?", you ask him, the last thing you want is to fuck this up.

He points at Victoria, points at himself "No fucking touching!"

Vic finally comes closer and stands behind the couch. She leans forward, her breath tickling your ear, before she answers: "Fine with me! I can just watch or ...", she presses a kiss to your chin and then she looks at Thomas directly, "Or you could just watch the whole time."

Thomas' eyes widen, he chokes out a quite No!

"Ok, your boy doesn't seem to like that idea." If you have to be honest at the moment you also don't like the idea of Thomas just watching. Maybe later but nothing you would like to begin with. "I can still talk to you though?"

"Sure." He looks up all shy and Victoria nods.

"Let's go to the bedroom, I'm not doing this here!"

* * *

Thomas is the only one naked, Victoria still being in her shirt and panties while you're still in your skirt and underwear. He kneels right in front of the bed, naked and you can see that he's hard. You sit down on the bed, so he's between your legs, waiting until he looks up.

"You're doing so well, honey!" The praise makes him beam at you. "You look beautiful like this."

He struggles to keep in his moan, it sounds strangled when it actually escapes him nonetheless.

"Praise kink?" Vic looks at you questioningly, her tone is half amused, half annoyed. "Should've known better."

You decide not to answer, you have the feeling it's about one of those bets and maybe it's better not to know about it. Victoria gets on the bed behind you, kissing your shoulders, pressing herself against your back.

"Thomas?" He stops leaving wet kisses on your thighs and looks up again. "Can you tell me what your safeword is?"

"Roma."

"You going to use it if you have to?", he nods, still looking up to you, "Words, Thomas. You can talk, I know. Can you use them for me?"

"Sì."

You get out of your panties, Thomas is looking at you patiently. You push his fringe out of his eyes, keeping your other hand on his neck. He really does look beautiful, you think.

"Put your hands behind your back." He does like he's told without questioning. "You're not going to use your hands, okay?"

He looks perplexed but says Yes anyways. You just have to push him with your hand slightly before he gets the hint. He kisses up your inner thigh, pushes up your skirt with his nose. It tickles and you press yourself against Victoria whom is kissing down your neck, running her hands down your sides. Thomas comes up a tiny bit and leaves kisses on your stomach as well before kissing back down, biting your thighs gently. You can feel his breath against your clit before he slowly starts lapping at it with his tongue, getting a moan out of you. Even as you can't see his face, you know that he's probably smiling proudly.

Victoria is still kissing your neck and unhooking your bra, throwing it next to the bed. She kisses one of your nipples and pushes your skirt further up so you both can see Thomas between your legs.

"I've never seen someone eating someone out so messily", she tells you, still loud enough for him to hear. "He's practically drooling."

She's right. He is messy. There's no denying it. It's sloppy and there's a lot of spit. A lot. A lot of wet noises as well. He doesn't seem to swallow any of his spit at all but he has a rhythym going up and down, occasionally fucking you with his tongue which almost drives you insane.

He pulls off and looks at both of you: "Not good?"

You look at him a little bit lost until you realise that he's responding to what Victoria said minutes ago. As no one answers him he tries it with "I'm sorry!".

You're getting out of Victorias embrace to lean down. You can see that he even got spit on his nose.

"I love you being all messy", you tell him, "You don't have to apologise for being sloppy."

He makes a sound that seems to surprise him because he looks startled. It's half whimper and half happy sound that makes Victoria chuckle next to you and Thomas giggles. You grab him by his hair and give him a kiss on the nose first before you kiss his cheek and then go in for a real kiss. Apparently Thomas wants to challenge being all messy, it's a lot of tongue but he looks so happy, you just can't tell him off. When you have to withdraw due to not getting any air into your lungs anymore, there's a string of spit on his face. Before you can even think about wiping it away Thomas is already back to what he was doing before and you gasp. Victoria looks on for a few more minutes, before interrupting him.

"I think that's enough!", you hear Victoria say, "I also want some fun!"

Thomas gives you a disorientated gaze when you pull him up to the bed. You also get on the bed completely, as soon as both your feet hit the mattress Victoria is all over you, only in her panties. Kissing her is absolutely wild. She's sucking your bottom lip into her mouth, biting down on it while straddling your hips. Ending the kiss, scraping her teeth down your neck, licking her way down between your boobs, licking into your navel. You grap onto one of Thomas' thighs, you can see him looking on mesmerized. Meanwhile Victoria gets rid of your skirt and spreads your legs a little more.

She starts licking but pulls back after a few seconds already, she looks at Thomas: "You really had fun, huh? Your spit's everywhere."

Embarrassed he tries to hide his face on your shoulder.

"I loved it, such a good boy." The praise is getting to him so much that you see his hand reaching for his cock. "Thomas, still no hands, okay?"

Obediently he puts his hands behind his back again.

Having Vic eating you out is different than Thomas. She's not sloppy, her licks are slower, a little more coordinated, she's using her fingers on your clit, slowly pushing them inside from time to time. The last part almost makes you wish you would have allowed Thomas to use his fingers earlier.

"Thomas, can you give me one of your hands?" He gives it to you without asking. Thomas inhales sharply when you start sucking on his fingers. Letting them plop out of your mouth, you grab his hand, taking it in yours, moving it down your body. Victoria stops licking your clit and moves down a little bit to make some space.

"Can I...?"

He puts one two of his fingers on your clit, moving them in slow circles. You lift your head up to kiss his neck. Victoria is alternating fucking you with her tongue and her fingers. You're sure that you could cum like this until Thomas makes a strangled noise.

"What are you doing?"

Victoria answers before Thomas has the courage to do so: "You won't like this!"

"Thomas!" You see how he guiltily sneaks his hand behind his back again. "Did you touch yourself?"

Admitting to it, he nods. "P-please. I'm so hard, it hurts."

"I know", you try to sooth him, tangling your hand in his hair again, "Calm down, ok. Let me help Vic out first!"

Thomas fucking keens at that: "No, please!"

"If you do that again, I'm gonna kick you out of the bedroom, you understand?"

"Nooo, please! I'm good now, I promise!" Mixed with all the whimpering, he starts sobbing.

Victoria kisses up your thighs, your stomach, your chest, she sucks on your nipples. She kisses up your neck and pulls you into a kiss again. It's not as wild, more sensual.

You get one of your hands in Thomas' hair again, pulling on it to get his face closer to you. You put two fingers to his lips and he opens his mouth without you having to ask. He sucks at them, in the next moment biting down. No biting, honey, you remind him and he releases your fingers, licking them sloppily.

You let your fingers wet with Thomas' spit travel down on Victoria before you start fingering her. Vic gets one of her thighs between your legs, so you can start rubbing yourself against her.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Thomas' hand wander again. You really don't want to kick him out of the room for real: "You really can't help it? Vic there should be a scarf at the end of the bed, could you give that to me?"

"No please", he's full on sobbing now. Vic watches the whole thing with interest but gives you the scarf and you tie his hands together behind his back.

"This is cruel - I love it!" Victoria laughs out, pressing kisses to your collarbones.

Going back to were you left off, you start fingering Vic again. Occasionally using your thumb on her clit. She's moaning in your ear, telling you how close she is. It doesn't take her long, only a few more strokes from your thumb and she let's out so many curses in Italian that you loose track. You can feel her breath against your ear and hear her whispering how hot Thomas looks being such a mess.

"I'm going to make your girlfriend cum, Thomas! You like that?"

Thomas is too overwhelmed to answer her but you can see that he can still register what's being said. He's a whimpering mess, clutching the sheets with his fingers, desperately trying to rut against the fabric.

Victoria is slipping a finger into you, while you're still humping her thigh. She bites down on your shoulder as well and it doesn't take you more to cum.

After coming down from the high you pull Thomas into a kiss and he just melts into it, you can feel him shivering.

"Ho bisogno d'aiuto, ti prego" Not understanding what he means you turn to Vic, she's quick to tell you that he's asking for help.

"Come here!" You get him to straddle your hips, which turns out to be more complicated because his hands are still tied behind his back and Victoria isn't going to break the no touching rule Thomas asked for. But Vic is taking your hand, spitting into it whilst Thomas can't help himself and humps your hips and your stomach. He's almost immediately gone when you get your hand around his cock. He cries out when he cums. It gets on your fingers, on your stomach and even a little bit on his own.

As soon as you let go of his cock, Victoria grabs your hand and licks them clean. Only a weak whimper comes over Thomas' lips. You ask him to get off of you. You're leaning in to kiss his hips, kissing his hairline down to his navel, licking up the cum there. This time it's Victoria grabbing you by the hair, immediately pressing her lips to yours. Her blue eyes are still darker than usual, she licks into your mouth getting all the cum you didn't yet swallow.

Thomas is still watching when Vic and you separate from each other. Victoria is moving closer to him, for a second you think she is doing something she shouldn't do but she stops before she's really touching him. She's getting closer to his ear and you hear her whisper: "I left you something."

"Posso mettere la mia mano nei tuoi capelli?", you hear her asking and you hear him say sì. The only reason why you're not worried when Victoria drags him to your stomach by his hair.

He messily licks his own cum from your stomach, you hear how Vic's breath hitches next to you when Thomas swallows.

"Ammazza!"

He licks up some more and looks at you. You tell him to come up, this time Victoria is helping him but he still almost doubles over. The kiss is sloppy and so so slow, Thomas really is dragging it out everytime you want to pull out of it.

"Are you ok?", you ask when he finally let's you go.

"Yes." He puts his head on your shoulder. "Just ... was a lot."

"Let me get your hands free." You untie the scarf, gently massaging his wrists, "You did great."

Victoria leaves a small kiss on his temple: "Such a good boy!"

He cuddles closer to you, tilting his head up to press his nose against your chin.

"I'm going to use your bathroom", Vic tells you and you see her getting her panties and a shirt from the floor.

You're just playing with his hair, kissing his face until he completely relaxes.

"Can I have a minute for myself?" Apparently the worry on your face is visible because he adds on: "I'm good, really. I just need a second."

"Sure, let me get up." You're looking for your shirt, but you can't find it. That's why you're grabbing Thomas' shirt from the floor and pulling it over your head while leaving the room.

You find Victoria sitting in the living room, sitting there in your shirt, the reason why you couldn't find it.

"He ok?", she asks.

"Just needs a few minutes to himself."

You both sit there in silence, legs tangled together. It doesn't take Thomas too long to join. He lights himself a cigarette and this time you don't tell him to at least use the balcony as you yourself do as well. At least he brought an ashtray with him out of the kitchen.

"All good?", you ask him again. "Nothing on your mind?"

"All good!", he almost assures you a little bit too fast and lays down on the couch with you.

"What is it, spit it out!" He blushes which only tells you that you're right.

"I really ... I really wanted to fuck you."

Once again Victoria beats you to it, answering before you: "Please tell me that I'm invited for that!"

Thomas just shakes his head, exhaling smoke into the air.

Without thinking about it, you tell him that it's a joke.

"Yeah, exactly. This is what started this here as well, a fucking joke."

* * *

Oh fanculo! Voi due mi uccidete! - Oh fuck you! You two are killing me!

Ho bisogno d'aiuto, ti prego. - I need help, I beg you.

Posso mettere la mia mano nei tuoi capelli? - Can I put my hand in your hair?

Ammazza! - Would you look at that!

[urban-witch101]

(Byakuya Togami x Reader? That's how this idea started.) - Danganronpa 1 Ghost AU - "They Failed."

Oh it's as funky as it sounds. Just trust me on this one. Also, big fat Trigger Warning for assault, s3xual assault, murder, and angst.

Hope's Peak Academy is reportedly the most haunted high school in Japan. After the Most Tragic Incident the world had ever seen, the class of 78 was forced into a recorded killing game run by their fellow classmates Junko Enoshima and Mukuro Ikusaba and failed to survive. The Future Foundation, after eventually beating Despair and restoring peace to the world, established the high school as a National Monument to the pain and suffering of the students and turned it into a museum recording the history.

There are too many stories of the passed students to count, some from construction workers and some from ghost hunters. These are their sightings.

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Yasuhiro Hagakure is reportedly the most active ghost, which makes sense as the Ultimate Clairvoyant.

He tends to greet visitors at the entrance.

If you drop your hat or gloves and don't notice, you'll find them by the coat rack later for you to find.

Children tend to see him the most, or they hear a whispered joke in their ear if they're particularly upset at any of the Despair history.

He doesn't tend to interact with adults a lot, but he's known to follow the descendants of all their relatives or friends to make sure they're okay.

10/10 ghost, very friendly and a chill dude. Makes sure kids are okay.

Toko Fukawa is rarely seen or heard, but if she's there you know.

She hangs out in the bathrooms with the most common sightings being in the mirrors.

She's often found playing with her braids or grimacing at guests if there are a lot of people.

The friendliest sighting was when a child got lost and found their way to the women's bathroom.

When the panicked mother finally found them, their child was calm and content while playing with a stuffed toy they know they didn't bring.

When the child was guided to leave, they turned and waved goodbye to the mirror.

8/10, antisocial but harmless.

Genocider Syo is extremely active.

She likes pulling pranks on tall, skinny men, like throwing their wallets across the room and pinching their elbows.

If said men are blonde with blue eyes, they will tend to feel watched whenever the enter the building and will continue to think so until they leave.

Children tend to be scared of her, but if she sees a scared child she'll tend to leave the room so they're more comfortable.

She likes knocking over stuff, books and coffee mugs in particular.

However, if the staff scold her she'll knock it off.

She never knocks over artifacts, but people have seen her scissors rattle in their case.

8/10, harmless prankster.

Leon Kuwata can be found in the First-Floor Dorms.

People report hearing guitar strings playing in the boys bathrooms.

If someone mentions baseball around his dorm, mirrors and glass will crack or straight up shatter.

Paranormal investigators once spent the night in his old room, but they "forgot" to take off their shoes and slept above the covers.

They woke up with a blanket that hadn't been in the room covering them and their shoes neatly placed by the side of the door.

That same investigator used a Spirit Box to try and talk to him about what happened in the school.

Of course their older generations saw what happened live, but they never spoke of it.

"Do you have anything you need to say?"

"I'm so sorry."

6/10, ow.

Hifumi Yamada can be found in the kiln room in the Art Studio.

People hear camera clicks, as if he's still taking pictures.

Pencils will roll when the floor is completely flat.

He likes messing with the kiln and knocking off the hammers.

He loves playing the flashlight game.

If anyone mentions Celestia Ludenburg, people swear the room falls into a heavy and tense silence.

When everyone leaves the kiln, they feel his conflicting pain.

Anger? Sadness? They don't know. He's still grieving.

6/10, more ow.

Kiyotaka Ishimaru is silent unless he needs to talk.

He only talks if you do something wrong.

He doesn't play any of the games.

If you run in the museum, people swear they hear a loud voice telling them to stop.

If the staff breaks the rules at all, they straight up get smacked in the shoulder.

Groups of friends, particularly men, feel very welcome in his dorm room.

They all leave after a friendly, invisible squeeze is given to them on the arm.

6/10, he'll never change.

Mondo Owada has one reported sighting.

When construction to restore the building was going on, there was an incident between a worker and a girl on the street one afternoon.

He took her behind the building and attempted to hurt her.

A man in a Crazy Diamond gang jacket, which it should be noted that it doesn't exist anyore, pulled him off and hit him with a pick axe.

After the assaulter was unconscious, her savior didn't say a word; he looked at the girl up and down, presumably checking her for injuries, and passed her a card with a phone number before nodding to her and walking off.

It was the local s3xual assault line, which had been established only two years prior.

After she called the number, she was never able to find the card again.

She didn't even put two and two together until she visited the finished museum and saw Mondo's picture.

No one has ever seen him since.

10/10, badass.

Sayaka Maizono is in one of the boy's bathrooms in the dorms.

Visitors report feeling unnerved or even scared when they enter the bathroom.

She will not interact with you.

She doesn't like playing any of the games. Do not turn on the spirit box in her bathroom, the shower glass will crack.

One investigator decided to spend the night in the bedroom and turned on the shower in the morning.

When they got out, there was a message written in the fog on the mirror.

"LEON."

1/10, no fucking thank you.

Aoi Asahina hangs around the pool room.

She's reportedly like Hiro.

She's been seen walking the halls everywhere.

Children love visiting the pool room. They tend to feel excited and safe.

At night you can hear the pool splashing when no one is inside.

She has one recorded incident.

A child brought a small bag of donut holes to snack on.

Said child began to complain that "the air" kept pulling the donut holes out of his hands.

So they ran an experiment.

They dropped one on purpose and watched it roll away towards the pool room. After that, they didn't feel anymore pulls.

Now it's a tradition to leave a donut for her on Obon by the pool room or her dorm room.

Staff report donuts pulling themselves apart to share. If staff take a half that is offered, the treats are always gone by the next morning.

9/10, a whole mood.

Chihiro Fujisaki is relatively quiet.

They can be found in the boy's locker rooms by the pool.

People will smell a slight perfume over the chlorine.

Muscular men in particular will feel an odd sense of guilt when entering.

There was a guest, who was a muscular man, who took out their phone to record the room and listened back to it to find bits and pieces of the audio were gone.

They took it to a friend who deciphered it into a message in Morse code.

"I forgive you."

9/10, holy ow.

Celestia Ludenburg is only active in the kitchen.

Investigators have put on a full pot of tea water with no heat on the stove.

If they leave and come back, they'll find the pot whistling with the heat still off. The water is always the perfect temperature.

She is never active at night.

She'll only use the spirit box on Obon, but you have to make her a cup of milk tea first.

She's very picky about it.

There was one who got it right on the first try.

"Well finally," the box picked up. "Have some."

She will share details only she would know.

"I don't want to be rude, but do you have any regrets?"

A moment of silence. The cup on the table left for her shakes for just a moment.

"I have too many."

6/10, talkative but be careful.

Kyoko Kirigiri has never talked, but you'll hear her.

Staff will hear her heels clicking in the halls at night.

She likes writing in people's notebooks.

Random strangers will enter with an empty pocketbook and leave with a full one.

She loves to write.

She tells her side of the story.

If the mirrors ever fog up, she's there scratching out letters and numbers.

She also turns on the coffee pot in the kitchen.

Intuitive teenagers tend to know when she's there because they feel safer in rooms that people normally aren't comfortable in.

She writes clues to all the murders that she was never able to solve.

She's not done yet. She's made it very clear that she is not at peace.

9/10, talkative and informative.

Sakura Ogami is said to be hanging around in the recreational room where she committed suicide.

Children feel safe in there, but they never play with the old equipment.

There is an unspoken rule among them that they all know and have never discussed as soon as they walk in.

Some thrill-seekers sit in her chair.

They report feeling their head throbbing and intense nausea, some even passing out from the pain.

They also report intense guilt.

One child sat in the seat without thinking about it and they reported being fine but feeling a little sad.

She plays the flashlight game with investigators, but only if they're nice.

One turned on a spirit box and gave her a cup of tea on Obon.

"Thank you."

8/10, don't sit in her fucking chair you dumbass.

Mukuro Ikusaba is heard rarely.

Like Mondo, she has one reported calling.

In the gym, late at night, you can hear a quiet sobbing.

Children will hear a crying girl in their head:

"I didn't want this."

3/10, how is this even more ow.

Junko Enoshima is heard in the execution room.

Staff used to think there were multiple ghosts in there, but it turns out it's just her.

She laughs, cries, and shrieks.

The story is that she killed herself with her own executions after succeeding in the killing game.

At night investigators play the flashlight game with her.

Every visitor is always unnerved by her.

There is an unspoken bitterness towards her.

She doesn't deserve her success.

0/10, scary bitch.

Makoto Naegi is seen everywhere.

The Ultimate Lucky Student loves telling his story.

He's seen in windows and mirrors with his hoodie and a warm smile.

He's always kind and welcoming.

People leave him popular snacks at his dorm room on Obon.

He never speaks, he just likes watching everyone learn about them.

If children ever get lost he leads them back to their parents.

They'll always tell their family about the "nice boy with brown hair" who takes their hand gently and leads them to safety.

He feels a duty to protect the staff. They never feel alone at night. He's always there to keep them safe.

The descendant of Komaru Naegi, who happened to be a paranormal investigator, once spent the night in his old dorm room.

She reported hearing quiet crying and sniffling that morning before she opened her eyes and was flooded with a sense of relief.

Oh thank god, she was okay.

10/10, heart of gold.

Byakuya Togami is seen in one room and one room only.

He is the only one that people regularly see in the flesh as a full figure.

He's sitting in the library, reading a murder mystery novel.

He has never acknowledged any of the guests, except for one.

A small child, a descendant of Togami's old butler, gently knocked on the table to get his attention and waved politely. They thought he was a staff member.

He looked up at them, gave a little wave back, and went back to his book.

When they turned away and looked back, he was gone.

Staff will see him walking back to his room when the museum is closing up.

He's snobby, sure, but he has his manners. He won't purposefully get in the way of the staff.

9/10, super chill.

???

There is an unknown ghost that has one known/recorded interaction.

One night a paranormal investigator spent the night exploring the building.

They walked in the library to see Togami with a book and a lamp on that was previously off.

They nodded at him politely and went to the bookshelves to "find a book". They turned on a spirit box and stayed quiet.

The library door opened and closed.

They hear a passing conversation.

"Hello love."

A kiss, presumably on the knuckles.

"How was today?"

"Tiring", says a voice. "Lot of cleaning. Did you get any visitors?"

A chuckle. "Too many. I think they can see me."

"Probably."

A pause.

"Togami?"

"Hm?"

"Do you think they'll ever figure out what really happened here?"

Hesitance. "For their sake, I hope not."

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✨ REQUEST: Oh can I have a Nestor imagine where Miguel ends setting the pair of you up??? 💜♥️💜♥️💜

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“Two coffees, please”.

You were with your back to him when you heard his husky voice and a soft latin tone in it. You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow with some kind of confusion at his order. Who comes to a Starbucks just asking for two coffees? Turning at the man with your lips pressed in a funny smile, you took a second to look at him behind the counter.

He is familiar to you. You know him from somewhere.

His black braids were the first thing that caught your attention, before focusing on the red and black shirt under the jacket of his suit. His hands were hidden inside the pockets of his pants, but you noticed his nervousness in the way he had closed them in two fists.

“Normal or decaf? With or without milk? Normal milk? Lactose-free? Soya milk? Almond milk? With sugar, saccharine, or mocca? With or without cream? Do you want it hot or do you want it iced?”

“Normal, no milk, no sweetener, no cream, no ice. Just two coffees”.

You were about to laugh until you heard him talking again. A tone more firm letting you know that he wasn't in the mood for jokes. You could see him gulping a little ashamed when you changed the gesture in your face, but you didn't say anything else. The order was easy and ready in less than one minute. Closing the cups and offering him, you tried to show him another gentle smile but you couldn't. Offering you ten dollars, you waved a hand between the both of you.

“It's on me… Sir”. You told him, an instant before he threw the money inside the tips jar.

Watching him leaving the cafeteria made you feel strangely bad, not knowing exactly why. Sighing as the black car, parked in front of your workplace, disappeared from your field of vision in a jiffy. You hadn't seen that man before, but you wouldn't mind seeing him again. To apologize for being so stupid, of course.

—— NESTOR POV ——

“I fucked up”.

“Yeah, we all have seen the face of that poor girl. I bet you scared her”. Miguel laughed in the back seat of his car, taking a sip from the coffee.

“What the fuck you told him, man?” Vargas stopped the vehicle at a red light, turning at his boss.

“I asked for two coffees, and she started to… give me a lot of options, like milk and sugar and I just got nervous”.

“You? Nervous?” Miguel leaned forward, placing his forearms in both seats, sticking his head out of the gap between both. “The fearless Nestor Oceteva feeling nervous?”

“Fuck off, Mickey! I've been trying to talk with her for a week”.

“Yeah, and you scared her. Did you forget you only had to scare people while you're working?” The other man raised his eyebrows, making his boss laugh behind them.

When the night came and the cafeteria had emptied of customers, you turned off most of the lights inside and locked the main door, to count the cash and write it down in the account book. Playing some soft music on your phone, you took off the green cap and the apron of the same color. It was a long day and all you can think about was in that mystery man with two braids, and who made you feel frustrated for some reason. It wasn't like you wanted to make him smile or to know his name, or maybe get his phone number. Of course not.

Knocks on the crystal door claimed your attention, turning your head towards it and interrupting your task. Gulping nervously finding two suited men with his hands tangled in a big fist, respectively, under their abdomens, you stepped out from behind the counter to lead your feet to their position.

“Are you alone?” One of them asked without any doubt in his words.

Simply nodding, the other man walked to the car parked behind them. Then, you watched Miguel Galindo coming out from it. And now, you were fucked. Of course, you knew the man who came that morning. Licking your lips, freaking out, you unlocked the door to let him walk in.

“Buenas noches”.

“Buenas noches, se—señor Galindo”.

“Are you occupied? May I come in?”

With your heart racing, you gave him enough space to pass you away to the inside.

“I'm sorry if… he tho—thought I was making… fun of him. I didn't me—mean to be disrespectful”.

Your hands were sweating, rubbing one against the other behind your back. Barely breathing. Praying anything you knew.

“Tranquila, it's okay. Do you think I came to… make you something?” His calm attitude gave you shivers. The kind of ones that put your body to tremble. The laugh that echoed all around the empty cafeteria provoked your nausea. “The truth is… you like him. He has been some days trying to encourage himself to ask you out, but my brother is a little dumb”.

Tilting your head with confusion, just like a dog would do, you narrowed your eyes not sure if he was being serious or he was teasing you to have some fun.

“I do—”.

Miguel raised a forefinger to stop you, as soon as his phone rang inside his jacket. Grabbing it from the pocket and reading the name on the screen, he answered the call with the speaker on.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Mickey? Emily just told me you went for two coffees. The fuck you have? Five fucking years old? Leave the waitress in pace!”

Feeling like shit, you bowed down your head because of his words, recognizing the voice at the instant. The man in front of you watched the gesture frowning his brow.

“Nestor, the speaker is on”.

Pi, pi, pi. He had hung up.

“List—”.

“Can you, please, leave? I think you have had enough fun. And you should be ashamed of using your position to do this kind of bullshit to someone humble, who only wants to live her life without being a target to your free time”. Trying to be polite, you pointed at the door with a hand.

“No, no, lis—”.

“If you don't leave right now, sir, I'm calling the cops”. You ruled, taking a step forward with your eyes glued to him, about to cry because of rage. The rage that helped you to lose any fears about confronting the dangerous Miguel Galindo.

In silence, he nodded only one time, turning around to leave the cafeteria. After locking the door, you let the tears fill up your eyes and run down your cheeks. Needing a little break before finishing your work and going home.

A few days have passed since then, not being able to stop thinking about it and why you. Why they decided to play that prank. It wasn't funny. At least, it wasn't funny for you. But you were sure that, later, they commented it and laughed about your gestures. Turning the filter holder of the professional coffee maker, to fit it into the gear, you can't help but look through the reflection on it over your shoulder. Your heart jumps when you find Nestor bent over the counter with both forearms, waiting to be attended to.

“What would you like, sir?” The question comes out from your mouth with a cold tone of voice, not even looking at his eyes, ready to take his order in the TPV.

“Two coffees”. He replies trying to not show any kind of emotion, taking off the sunglasses covering his dark eyes. “One like… just coffee. And another of your choice”.

Filling up the cups with the drink and securing them with the covers, you put them over the counter to grab back the money and give him the change. Holding one with his right hand, the man offers you the other with his left.

“Do you have a moment?”

“No”.

“Por favor”.

“I said no”.

“I'm going to stay here, till you say yes”. The smile curving his mouth, showing you two perfect rows of teeth, convinces you somehow.

Rolling your eyes and tapping your co-worker's shoulder, you make him a gesture to cover you to take a short break. Nestor follows you then to the back alley, not saying a word but trying to prepare a monologue to apologize. Stopping your track and facing him, having a sip from your coffee, you wave your hand waiting for something.

“I told him to not do it”.

“So… was it a bet, or what? Were you bored and thought that could be fun making me feel stupid and ashamed?”

“None of that”. His jaw tensing calls your attention, bowing his eyes to the drink between his hands. “I really wanted to ask you out, but I wasn't sure if you were going to accept. I was nervous and… Miguel thought that he could help me”.

“He didn't”.

“I know”.

“And you, shouting through the phone, either”.

“Yeah, lo siento por eso”. Looking at your eyes again, with regret, he keeps his free hand in a pocket. “If you don't want to hang out with me, it's okay. I came to apologize for what happened”.

“Thank you”. You just whisper.

He tilts his head, pressing his lips and forcing a smile. Nestor waits one second, hoping that you add something else like you would like to have a date, but you don't talk again. Giving up, he nods turning around disappointed, walking out of the alley.

But actually, you're just making him suffer a little. It's called payback.

“I'm free tomorrow night”.

With a brow raised, the man turns around, facing you some steps away.

“We can meet at Jin's chinese restaurant. At seven”.

His smile appears again, infecting you with the same gesture.

“I'll be there at six”.

“Why?” You chuckle, not understanding him.

“To not make you wait”.

“Todo un caballero…”