#and there is NO WAY it got anywhere far in the 5 seconds it took me to get my gf

[theygender]

Do you know what the only thing worse than looking over while laying on the couch and seeing a 3 inch long fucking roach crawl in front of your face is? Walking into the other room to ask your gf to smash it and coming back to find out that the roach is gone

[matts-k1tten]

𝐈𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐧’ 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐭

༇ summary: Chris was being a dick all night, arguing with each other you say something that made something snap inside of Chris making him full of desire for you..

༇ contains: smut 🔞, semi public sex, kissing, eating out, orgasms, squirting, filthy talk, p in v, unprotected sex (stay safe), fingering, swearing, arguing, use of y/n, I’m not responsible for the media you chose to read online.

a/n: based on this song but with a little twist..

a/n 2: ik i haven’t been active these past few weeks and im sorry abt that so to keep yall fed im giving you guys this fic. enjoy!!

not proofread

“I’ma private in your parts I’m a duty, girl, give it to me”

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“What a dick” you whisper to yourself after Chris shoved your shoulder. He’s been getting on your nerves so much today, he’s been acting like a five-year-old ever since you got to this party that you didn’t know he was also attending. you scoff to yourself as you continue your way back to the bar stools where your purse was at. You knew it’s stupid to leave it alone like that but it was just real quick and thankfully no one snagged it or took your stuff. As soon as you sat down someone tapped your shoulder which startled you a bit. You turn around to whoever tapped you and was met with a cute guy that you saw a couple minutes ago.

“Hey you’re really pretty and I saw you looking at me back there-“ he laughs, his breath reeked with alcohol. “I know i’m really hot ‘n all- anyway i just wanted to ask for your number?” Wow this dude was full of himself. “First off, I don’t even know your name and you don’t know mine, second, don’t be all like ‘i’m so hot’ that type of guy.” you yell over the loud music while holding up your finger. He looks at you confused for a moment before taking a seat right next to you, placing down his cup. “I’m sorry, where are my manners? I’m jake” The guy replies. You nod your head with an “ah” sound as he continues to talk about how rich he is and how he drives a Mercedes.

You just sit there with your head in your hands, bored and uninterested. You were staring at the door behind the guy, letting your eyes wonder anywhere but his face while you held your breath to avoid smelling his breath. Your eyes drag themselves across the room to where the dance floor was, meeting ocean blue eyes staring back at me. It was Chris. You felt chills go down my spine as you watched his eyes trail around your face and body then examine the other guy.

You quickly snap your eyes back to the door and sit up straight. Not even 5 minutes later, someone places their hand on the guys shoulder. “Alright buddy you’re done get lost” Chris mutters and practically throws him off the chair. The guy quickly scurries away not even trying to fight Chris off. You turn to look at Chris, “What the fuck Chris?!” You yell at him. Chris doesn’t say anything as he takes your hand and yanks you off your chair. “What the fu-“

You swiftly grabbed your purse as Chris dragged you outside to his car in a hurry. The party was held at a huge, crowded building far in the woods where cars were parked everywhere and music flooded the surrounding area. Where Chris parked was all the way behind the building for some reason. His car was isolated from all the other cars which made it kind of scary since it was dark now and the lights from the house barely reached this area. Crickets chirped as Chris literally throws you against his car making a loud ‘bang’. “Ow! what the fuck is your problem?!” you shout as you place your purse on his trunk.

“My problem is that stupid fucking guy that was talking to you!” Chris growls back, stepping closer. You scoff, “And why is that? whoever talks to me is none of your fucking business! Especially when you’ve been acting like a dick all day!” You point at him. Chris swats your hand out his face and pinches his nose bridge. “Jesus fuck y/n!” Chris yells. Out of pure anger, without thinking you were suddenly spilling out words. “I really don’t get why you care at all about whoever talks to me and who doesn’t! That’s really none of your business that guy was nice-“ “He kept on flexing how rich he was-“ “Shut the fuck up! He was decent, had a better personality than you, could probably even fuck me better than you ever could!” When those words came out your mouth you immediately gasp and cover your mouth.

Chris looks at you stunned for a moment. “I-i shouldn’t have said that fuck- I-um, I didn’t mean that ha.. Shit, I-“ You were cut off by Chris smashing his lips onto yours.

You immediately melted into the kiss as he immediately sneaks his arms around your waist, groping your ass. A muffled moan leaves your mouth but chris swallows it as he deepens the kiss, shoving his tongue down your throat. Muffled whimpers and groans were heard from the both of you as he backs you up against the car.

Your back hits the car harshly making your purse slide off the trunk. Chris continues to aggressively kiss you still holding your ass as the kiss gets more intense and needy by the second. Chris plants his hands behind tour thighs uttering a “jump” in between kisses. You do just that as he places you on the car and stands in between your legs, moving his lips down your neck biting and sucking all over the place, marking you. “Fuck Chris..” You whisper as he finds the sweet spot under your ear. “I’m gon’ make you feel it” Chris whispers in your ear, making a pool form down there.

He trails his lips to the exposed skin on your chest and starts sucking harshly. “shit” you whisper. Chris groans as he pulls away to pull down your dress revealing your plump tits. “Holy fuck” He whispers staring at them. You giggle a bit, “You act like you haven’t seen boobs before” Chris shakes his head. “I have it’s just…yours are immaculate.” Chris says. You laugh at his wording but we’re quickly shut up at the feeling of Chris’ mouth latching to one of your buds as one of his hands fondles the other. You let out a short gasp as your hands find its way in his hair.

Your fingers were all tangled in his hair as one of his hands were on your lower back pulling you closer into him. Small moans and long whimpers were heard from you as he continued to suck. Chris switched to the other breast, giving it the same attention as his hand that was previously on your tit moved down to your inner thigh, spreading your legs even more. Chris moves his hips slightly to the side so you can feel his erection on your thigh.. “You see what you do to me baby? huh?!” Chris looks up with you his eyes now darkened with just. You felt small under his intense gaze as he starts to kneel down and puts your legs over his shoulders.

Chris rolls up your dress, your dress now bundled up on your waist to see that you were wearing no panties. “No panties at a place like this? Fucking slut.” Chris mutters as he pulls you closer to his face making you let out a tiny yelp. “So fucking wet for me” Chris whispers, his cold breath fanning on your dripping clit. You let out a breathy moan as Chris licks a stripe up your folds, tasting you. He wastes no time in diving right in, his nose rubbing your clit in all the right ways. Chris’ nose was perfect for this. Your hands immediately digging into his hair. Moans of all sorts were spilling out your mouth as Chris continued to suck on the sensitive bud.

“Oh fuck..” You whisper as you throw you head back, you hands pushing his head even closer. Chris’ hands were wrapped around your thighs, his fingers digging into your skin. Chris’ groans sent vibrations throughout your body only resulting in louder moans. Without a word, Chris plunges a finger into your hole. You moan loudly as he begins to slowly pump his finger in and out. His long slender fingers felt so good, they hit all the right spots. Chris pulls away for a second, “Taste so fucking good” Chris mutters before diving right back in. Your moans grew louder as you felt the faint build up in the pit of your stomach.

“Feels..so good” You manage me to get out. “Yeah? I think you could take another finger” And with that, Chris adds another finger, increasing the pleasure. You moaned loudly as Chris curled his fingers expertly, hitting your g-spot. The intense pressure building up your stomach was about to snap any second as you clenched around Chris’ fingers. “You gonna cum around my fingers huh?” Chris taunts. You only nod with a pathetic moan. “I need words baby” Chris speaks again. “Yes! Fuck! Please!” You cry out. Chris smiles up at you. “Okay then, go ahead.”

“Oh! Fuck! Yes! I’m cumming!” You scream as you feel yourself release all over Chris’ fingers. Chris helps you through your high, licking his fingers clean and wiping his face with the back of his hand. Your heavy breathing was the only thing that you guys heard as Chris came up from the ground. “Shit baby, you’re so fucking beautiful” Chris whispers as he leans in to kiss you, the taste of you still lingering in his mouth. Chris pulls away, “Get down here” He speaks. When you jump down, he immediately spins you around and bends you over, placing his hand on your back creating an arch. He presses his clothed dick against your bare ass, “Shit, you gonna let me fuck you out here like a filthy whore?” Chris asks as he leans into your ear. “Yes..” You whisper.

“Louder.” “Yes!”

Chris chuckles cockily as you hear him unbuckling his pants. His pants drop to the ground as you turn around, you see his massive length. You weren’t exaggerating. He was big. You weren’t expecting this. “I-i don’t think it’ll fit” You whine. “I’ll make it fit.” Chris replies. Chris slowly starts to push into you, stretching you out. “Fuck, it hurts” You whimper, tears brimming in your eyes. “I know baby, i know” Chris coos. He suddenly pushes all the way into you, completely bottoming out. his tip brushes your cervix making you cry out. “Fuck you so tight..” Chris mutters. “Shit..” You cry. Chris places his hand back on your back again. You arch your back as Chris lets you adjust to his size. After a moment, he starts slowly moving. You let out a long moan as Chris’ other hand grips your hip.

The pain soon turned into to pleasure. “Faster” You plead. With your words, chris starts to pound you from behind. “Ah! Fuck!” You yelp, the tears now rolling down your cheek. Chris continuously thrusts harshly, the sound of skin slapping echoing throughout the woods. Your moans and his grunts flooded your ears. Thank god Chris parked far from the party. “You feel so fucking good” Chris grunted through his teeth. Chris was so deep he was discovering unknown spots inside of you. Your moans were so loud but the music was louder. “Fuck fuck fuck, Chris!” You wail. The pleasure felt so good. You started to snap your ass back, meeting his thrusts. Your ass rippled with each thrust, Chris couldn’t do anything but stare.

Chris suddenly slowly pulls all the way out, letting you feel every inch and vein the harshly slamming back in. His tip hits your cervix over and over again making you go crazy. The feeling brewing in your stomach was so intense and strong. “Harder Chris fuck!”

You moaned uncontrollably as Chris’ thrust grew sloppier. “Yes! Oh! Fuck!!”

You start to clench around Chris’ cock, “I’m so close..” You whimper. “Me too baby, where do you want it?” Chris asks. “Inside! I’m on the pill!” you reply. “Okayy” Chris slurs out. “I’m cumming! FUCK CHRIS!” The band inside your stomach suddenly snaps as you feel yourself squirting on Chris’ cock and lower stomach. Chris’ dick twitches inside of you as he fucks you through your high, chasing his. “Fuck” He whimpers. A string of whimpers and curses pour out of Chris’ mouth as he paints your velvet walls white. He thrusts a few more times before slowing down and stopping completely.

He lays on your back as you guys both breathe heavily. “That was…amazing” Chris says. You nod, “uh huh”.

A few moments later Chris leans back and slowly pulls out, the mixture of you two pouring out. Chris grabs a random tissue from his pocket and starts to wipe your legs and his stomach. He pulls up his pants as you fix your dress. You turn around to face him with a small smile. His face quickly turns to ken of worry, “Oh shit, are you okay? did I hurt you?” Chris asks frantically seeing the dried tears on your cheeks. You shake your head with a smile and take his hands. “No no i’m fine, that was the best sex I ever had in my life.” You answer. Chris chuckles. “Yeah I definitely fucked you better than that guy ever will didn’t I?!” He says as you laugh.

“Now what?” You ask. Chris thinks for a moment. “Come over to mine, I’ll take you out on a date tomorrow.” He replies. You chuckle, “Okay Chris” You smile up at him as he leans in for a passionate kiss.

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a/n 3: well, what do we think? is this a bit to much? to little? or just perfect? i will be making a comeback soon once im done writing and catching up bc its COMEBACK SEASONNNNNN!!!!

[luvrdrop]

# “ WATCH YOU “ !!

ft. izana kurokawa x afab! reader smut

synop: izana had seen you walking and became infatuated with you to say the least, but when you get home late once night and have a surprise waiting.. what will you do?

cont: stalking! dub-con! pussy eating ( with panties on as well ) , cursing, reader passing out during sex, izana still fucks her, forced eye contact , spanking, squirting, reader submits to izana because she is affection deprived! , no clear aftercare!,

it really wasn’t supposed to go this far. he swears it wasn’t. he had seen you walking down the street from your house heading to what he guessed to be a small convenience store down the street. he layed eyes on you and that’s when he felt it, that burning in his chest. you were beautiful, once it started he couldn’t stop it.

5:47 pm

“ yeah, kenny.. “ you responded to your best friend over the phone, as you heard him walking into his home. you were down the street from your own home, you had a car but you liked walking. you walked almost everywhere. once you made it your apartment, you opened your mailbox and you instantly freaked out. “ what the actual fuck… ? “ you whispered to yourself. “ what’s wrong, y/n? “ draken had asked you, hearing your distraught curse. “ nothing, i seen something, i’m just tired. “ you said, lying. you were actually freaking out because for the past three days, you had been getting really weird mail in your box. the first day it was a love letter, you were scared to open it because you didn’t have any clue what it might have said. the second day, it was a box of chocolate. and now today, the roses.. a very pretty bright bouquet of red roses.

when you got in your apartment, you locked your door. and headed to your kitchen, laying the roses onto the counter. you lived alone, and you only knew a handful of people.. so who would be sending you roses? and why? you had been getting this feeling that you may have been being watched but you brushed it off, blaming it on the few scary movies you had watched with your homeboys recently. but now it was getting a little weird. “ y/n? “ you heard your friend call your name. you were zoned out and he had been calling out for you. “ oh, my bad. what’s up kenny? “ you asked while heading to your room. he chuckled, “ are you still coming to the meeting tomorrow? “ he reminded you that you had made plans to go to the meeting tomorrow, but now, you were a bit paranoid to go anywhere. “ i’ll see if i finish this work up in time, i’ll pull through. hey kenny, i’ll call you right back. “

pulling your headphone out of your ear, you took a deep breath. “ what is really going on? “ you asked yourself. was there really someone stalking you.. watching you? the thought was terrifying. you had never been through anything like that before. and what could help you figure it out…wait, the letter. maybe it can give you some type of lead on who was sending all that shit to your house. you went to the living room and looked on the tv stand seeing the cream colored envelope with the red heart on it. you open it and read the paper that was inside.

“ hello, i just want to tell you how stunningly beautiful and perfect you are. i hope i get to see you soon, mahal. “

your eye twitched as you read the words on the paper, “ mahal? “ what even did that mean? who wrote you this? it was no help at all, you were still as lost as before if not even more. you sighed, placing the letter back in the envelope and putting it right back where you had it. you decided to leave it alone for tonight, making you way back to your room grabbing your laptop. your work would keep the fear off your back. little did you know, while you were working with music blasting inside your ears from your earbuds, deep purple eyes lurked from the left side of your bedroom window, watching you very quietly and closely. this went on for hours until you fell asleep with your laptop right open.

you woke up the next morning, jumping out of your sleep with a gasp. you were trying to catch your breath, snatching the earbuds out and placing your hands on your chest. “ what the hell.. “ you coughed out, you had a dream where you were running down a dark street, pitch black almost hearing something chasing you with this.. evil laugh. you shook your head, trying to dissipate the sound out of your head. looking over, you see the clock it was 11:35 am. you had worked hard on your work last night and only had one more paragraph to do so you decided that you’d get up and go to the meeting with your friends. your friends were in a huge gang, once they realized how lonesome you were, they started inviting you to hang out with them after the meetings.

you grabbed your phone, dialing your bestfriend’s number. once he answered you placed him on speaker and sat the phone down, yawning while grabbing your toothbrush. “ good morning kenny.. “ you said, you and draken, or kenny as you called were very close. you met by quite literally bumping into him getting off the train one day in town. he was really sweet about it, he ended up bumping you again that same exact day in a convenience store. you two were inseparable ever since then, he grunted very sleepily “ good morning y/n.. “ he was falling back asleep, you furrowed your brows before questioning him, “ why aren’t you awake? you know i’ll be over there soon right? “ she finishes up brushing her teeth and washing her face. “ mhm.. i’ll be up.. “ you rolled your eyes, hearing the lies in his words.

after around an hour or so, you were showered, dressed, and ready to go to draken’s house. you were gonna walk to his house and ride to the meeting with him. he lived around ten minutes away, so you didn’t mind making that small trip. once you had everything you made your way out the door, something in you ushering to open the mailbox and check. you did and there was nothing. “ hm.. that’s not a bad thing i guess “ you closed it back and placed your hands in your pockets , en route to draken’s apartment. you only had one earbud in so you could still hear what was going on around you. the walk seemed kind of quick, you were already a block away from draken’s place. you picked up your pace to hurry and make it there an uneasy feeling settling in your stomach.

stupid little you, you had no clue that a white haired boy was walking right behind you. he was on the same foot as you, loving slower though. he wasn’t exactly doing anything, just walking behind. catching your sweet scent as the wind blew it right into his direction. he wanted to just hold you in his arms, never letting you go.. but he knew that sooner or later, you’d be his. he wasn’t too sure on how yet, but surely, you would belong to him. completely.

you knocked on draken’s door, and he opened it almost instantly making you jump a little bit. he noticed and frowned a little. “ you good, y/n? you made it fast, cmon. “ he let you in. and you nodded, “ m’ fine. i was zoned out. “ you answered. your friend was grabbing his keys and turned to you. “ you want anything before we head out? “ you shook your head, “ nah i’m good. “ he nodded before grabbing his toman jacket, tossing it to you. “ i can wear it? “ you looked up at him. “ nah, put it on your head. “ you slapped his arm, and put the jacket on over your tshirt. “ cmon. “ before you knew it, you were on the back of his motorbike, holding onto him so you didn’t fall or jump too much. the rides with draken were always fun, quiet but super fun.

once you made it to the building, you seen all your homeboys, they all said hey to you, waving and some of them coming up and hugging you. it started with baji, then kazutora, mitsuya, chifuyu, and the rest just stood around talking to you. “ where’s manjiro? “ you asked right before you heard the familiar voice. “ is that y/n? “ you smiled, before looking at your friend. “ hi, mikey. “ you laughed before walking up to him and nudging him. “ what’s up? you came to chill? “ he tilted his head. you nodded. after a while, the meeting started and you were sitting watching, the boys always handled what they needed to and then it was time to have fun. everyone stood around talking and having drinks, some eating some food. you found yourself standing in the corner with mikey, talking to him.

your intuition was nothing you ignored, so when your gut told you to ask this question. you did with no hesitation. “ mikey, do you know what.. mahal means? “ he turned his head , laughing. “ mahal? “ he repeated, sounding a bit more different than how you said it. “ that’s tagalog.. it means love. where’d you hear that? “ he’s curious now, but your heart sank when he explained. whoever wrote that note called you love.. in another language. you pretended like it was nothing and you just heard it somewhere but it was actually starting to freak you out. you decided to just have a good time and you would handle it later.

after about two and a half hours it was time to go, draken dropped you off at your house, you hopped off the bike and waved at him. “ bye kenny!! call me tomorrow!! “ you opened the door, slipping through it and closing it, you turned and locked the door. as soon as you started to turn around you felt a hot, very hot body against your own, it happened in the matter of seconds. a hand pressed agains your mouth, and your back pressed against what felt like a chest. the shriek you let out was loud, you started to panic. “ mahal.. “ you heard that damned word again from what sounded to be a male. you felt tears pool in your eyes and run down your face falling towards his hand. “ why are you crying.. “ he asked. you didn’t say anything, not that you could with his hand pressed against your lips.

how did he even get in here.. did you forget to lock the door or something? “ i’m not gonna hurt you.. i promise. “ he said sweetly, pressing his tongue flat against the shell of your ear, giving it a lick. you shivered at feeling.. he was strong so you didn’t bother to fight, thinking he’d possibly kill you if you tried to fight. “ mahal.. i just wanna make you feel good.. feel special. “ his body pressed more against yours, pressing you up against your own door. he licked and sucked at the skin under your ear, softly nibbling on you. you’re weak attempts to push him eventually, stopped as the feeling he gave you started to feel.. good. it was crazy. you had no idea who this was on what he looked like. “ i’m gonna move my hand.. if you scream.. i’m going to hurt you. okay? “ he snatched your head back to lean on his shoulder roughly. “ i asked you something.. “ your eyes closed as tears still fell from them. you were helpless against this man. you just nodded, letting out a small whimper. his hand found it’s way to your throat. “ s’good.. you smell amazing, baby.. mahal ko ito (i love it) “ you were still confused on why he was doing this if he didn’t even know you.

he ended up leading you to your own room and that scared you even more, he had to have been here way before you got back home to know his way through the house. he bends you over on your own bed. you cried out, “ please.. listen i don’t know why you’re doing this but i- ah! “ you shouted when you felt a stinging pain on your ass, “ i told you not to scream.. “ you feel him get even closer, he whispers in your ear, “ only i can hear you, mahal.. stop being so bad. i don’t wanna have to keep spanking you. “ he spoke very softly, but you could tell he was serious. he started to remove your pants and you cried softly, “ please.. “ you begged. he ignored your pleas and cries, sliding his arms under your thighs, flipping you over. and there he was.

those same purple eyes that watched you for three weeks, walking up and down your street, the eyes that watched you do your work and carelessly fall asleep with your laptop open, the eyes that watched you from aisles down at the convience store were now staring you back into yours. he was… beautiful. his made your breathing start to even out a little. the tears still sitting on the edge of your eyes as you watched every detail about him, he smirked. “ oh, stop looking at me like that.. you look like a sad kitten.. cmere. “ he pulled you closer by your thighs, you clenched your thighs together when he did so, but that earned you a fat red mark on your thigh. “ don’t. “ he wasn’t even looking at you at this point. his eyes were now focused on the way your panties were soaked, the darker spot covering the whole area of your pussy.

his white hair stuck to his forehead, he was sweating at this point, the way you twitched and grabbed at him but failed because of the grip he hand on your wrist, all you could do was cry out and whine. he was licking and sucking at your clit through your panties, watching you squirm and quiver at his actions. “ mahal.. you taste so sweet.. what’s wrong? “ he rubbed his thumb against your wrist in a soothing way, “ i won’t stop.. won’t stop until you pass out. promise. “ he smiled as he said it, lifting your panties from your pussy, he gave it a long lick, before placing his right hand down your abdomen, rubbing at your clit with his thumb, he was still watching you. “ you like it? “ he whispered, “ gusto mo ba? hm? (do you like it? hm?) “ he asked and you nodded your head .. “ yes.. “ izana laughed once again, finding it oh, so funny. he placed his lips around your clit once again. you almost screamed, but you remembered he told you not to. you heard the zipper of his pants coming down and you looked down, but he started to push you up and down, your hips making him switch from licking your clit and going into the cavern of your sex. this alone made you squirt all over his face.. he loved it. “ fuck.. you’re so dirty, baby.. “ he stood up and leaned over you, face wet with all of your essence, his earrings dangling over you as well. you looked down before he grabbed you by your throat once again, squeezing slightly.

“ look at me, mahal.. i’m right here.. “ you looked at him and before you could say anything, you felt his tip slowly entering your pussy. “ wait- oh shit- “ you heaved out. “ ah.. you have a potty mouth, baby.. hush.. “ he kisses your cheek, as he bottomed out into you, releasing one of the intoxicating moans in your ear. “ fuck- masikip.. (it’s tight..) “ izana groaned.. he pushed until his stomach was flat against yours, and he didn’t waste time either. he went fast, incredibly fast. “ f-fuckfuckfuck- “ you tried not to scream, izana was in your ear, moaning saying all types of lewd things both in english, and his native tongue. your eyes rolled to the back of your head, he chuckled in your ear before tapping the side of your face. “ wake up.. “ he kept going, not letting up or slowing down his speed. “ ah- baby.. i’m gonna cum if you keep squeezing me like this.. fuck.. “ izana started to squeeze your throat. “ i’m c-cumming!! oh god.. i’m cumming.. “ at this point your legs were in the air.. you chocked out that you were close and you came, you came everywhere. your juices leaking all over him, and yourself but he kept going even after you came, you gripped the back of your thighs, mouth hanging open and breath short. your head started to spin at this point.. you were at a lost of words for not only how he was fucking you. you still didn’t even know his name and he was fucking you like this.

this was about to be your third orgasm, you choked out again, “ fuck.. p-please… “ and izana looked down at you. “ what is it.. mahal? “ he spoke into your skin.. he was still fucking deep into you, what you didn’t know is that he had came once before as well, he never stopped fucking into you, the mixture leaking and pouring out of your hole as he choked you, fucking his load deep into you trying to bust another. “ please i- “ you felt your conscious lose you.. you passed out, legs and arms falling, that didn’t stop izana.. he kept fucking you until he came. he pulled out watching the milky white seed drip and pool from his cock and onto your tummy.

it took izana 10 minutes to clean you up, and place you under your sheets. he cleaned himself up as well, leaning down over you once he was dressed. “ i’ll see you soon, mahal. “ he kissed her forehead and disappeared into the night.

you woke up the next day with a banging headache. “ what the fuck.. “ you sat up wiping your eyes, you thought it all was a dream until you looked down and seen your pants were off.. and you seen another note right beside you.. you opened it, reading..

“ i loved make you feel so good, mahal. - izana. <3 “

…. izana was his name.

kai:3- this was really fun to write i can’t lie xxx, i don’t really know toooo tooo much about izana, he’s such a cutie patootie though i really had fun writing for him!! i’ll def write for him again!! i think i’m going to do a chifuyu smut next, ( chifuyu & rindou have been melting my brain:333) buttt this was my second ask & dedicated to @yourefavsakura !! i really hope you enjoy this<3

©️luvrdrop <3 reblogs are appreciated!!

( not proofread!! )

[joeys-babe]

Joey B Blurbs: Kiss an Angel Good Mornin’

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Summary: Morning vibes. Just enjoying alone time with each other in the early morning while the twins are asleep.

Warnings: fluffy

Pairing: Joe Burrow x reader

Imagine universe: Into The Mystic

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*20 weeks pregnant*

Waking up pregnant and not getting sick is something I will never take for granted.

Especially after getting sick all the time while pregnant with twins.

This morning, what woke me up was the beautiful sun shining through the open blinds.

I admired Joe peacefully sleeping next to me. He had somehow ended up on his stomach, and the sheet was barely covering his waist.

Joe’s mouth was slightly hung open as he snored, and after I watched him shiver, I grabbed one of the throw blankets from the foot of the bed and draped it over him.

A smile formed on my lips when he started snuggling himself into the blanket but started reaching around for something.

“Baby…” - Joe mumbled

His gorgeous blue eyes slowly revealed themselves, and Joe scooted closer to me to lay his head on my pillow.

“You’re far away.” - Joe

“I’m right here, Joey.” - you laid your head on his chest

“Stay here.” - Joe

“I’m not going anywhere, baby.” - you

“Good.” - Joe

A few minutes later, I wanted to say something but I was worried that Joe was asleep again.

“Are you awake?” - you

“Mhm.” - Joe

“I say we don't get out of bed till Tyson or Miles comes in here to wake us up.” - you

“Sounds good to me.” - Joe rubbed a large hand over your bump

“I'm still amazed that I don't have any morning sickness with her.” - you

“Baby Girl wants to keep her mama feeling good.” - Joe

“How very kind of her.” - you giggled

It fell silent once again, the only sounds you could hear were of the sheets rustling because Joe was trying to get even closer to me.

“Babe. I don't think you can get any closer to me.” - you laughed

Joe wasn't stopping and entangled my legs with his as he pressed his entire body against mine. The only thing he wasn't pushed up against was my belly because he was fully aware of the precious cargo stored inside.

“There.” - Joe mumbled

He slowly traced shapes on my bare forearm and let out a content sigh.

“I think it's funny how someone who hates PDA is such a cuddler behind closed doors.” - you laughed

“Next time we are in a public event where a bed is present, I promise to cuddle you.” - Joe deadpanned

“Rude.” - you

I looked up at his face to find him smiling with sleepy eyes.

Rolling my eyes got me nowhere except getting held tighter by Joe, which I didn't think was possible.

Just a few seconds later there were a few little knocks on the bedroom door.

“Mommy?” - Miles

Joe groaned as his alone time with his wife was being whisked away from him.

“I'll be right there!” - you started to get up from the bed but Joe wouldn't budge

Joe was full-blown wrapped around me like a koala right now.

“Babe. Let go.” - you

“5 more minutes.” - Joe whined

“I have to get up and change now.” - you

It took me probably more than five minutes to pry Joe off of me, but even when I did and was on my way to the closet, he followed behind me.

“Yes?” - you

“Please come back to bed. I want to cuddle, and you know I never ask for that.” - Joe

He was right. When Joe asked to be cuddled it was because he truly wanted it.

“You know I can't say no to you.” - you cupped his cheeks in your hands

Joe smiled big and took my hands to guide me back to the bed.

I wasn't even fully lying down and Joe was already wrapping himself around me.

“Joe.” - you laughed

He buried his face into my neck and slowly stroked my bump with his thumb.

“I love-” - Joe

“Daddy!” - Tyson banged on the door

“Oh my god.” - Joe groaned

Joe grabbed the comforter and pulled it over our heads as he heard the door creak open.

“Where’d they gwo?” - Tyson

“They gone!” - Miles gasped

One hand covered Joe’s mouth and my other covered mine to try to silence our laughs.

“Mama… Dada?” - Tyson gasped

“Twy… where are they…” - Miles

One… two… three…

Me and Joe jumped out of bed and ran after the twins who were by now screaming and laughing.

Life with Joe and these boys could never be boring, and that was perfectly fine with me.

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I love your writing ❤️ can you do one where reader faints. (With gavi)

Our secret

You and Gavi were together for 4 months, but only your close friends and families knew about the relationship. You wanted to keep it really private so showing up online was a big no for both of you. At least for some time.

Today, you had to attend to a game of his, but what you didn't expect was how late you actually arrived because, at this moment, thousands of fans were there, pushing each other to enter the stadium faster.

The game had to start in 10 minutes, and you started to feel anxious.

You took out your phone from your pocket and texted Gavi that you'll be a bit late because of the busy crowd.

After what seemed like ages, it was finally your turn to show your ticket, and after everything was alright, you entered the stadium, looking for your seat.

You weren't staying at the vip section because you didn't want your cameras to be on you. That'd make you so uncomfortable, so that's why you always buy a seat right next to it. The view was really good and you could see Gavi perfect from your ankle. This way, it wouldn't feel weird to wear your boyfriend's jersey because no one would suspect you to be his girlfriend. Just perfect.

But as the game continues normally, you start to feel dizzy and in a desperate need of water, so you stand up, apologizing to the people next to you, going to the nearest store to buy something to drink.

It wasn't really far away, but you felt like you couldn't walk. Your legs started to shake, and in you felt weird sound in your ears.

Maybe it was because of your sugar level, so when you arrived at the barca store, you also asked for a chocolate.

While you were waiting to pay, you felt like you were almost dying. Your head was spinning around like crazy and when the lady gave you the water and chocolate, you desperately began to drink it.

She looked at you like you were a weirdo, but at the moment, you didn't care. Not even a little bit.

Suddenly your body started to feel so, but so weak so you couldn't made it to the stands.

Pushing yourself to sit down on the floor, you got out your phone from your jacket and texted Gavi.

"Can we please meet before your second half? It's urgent!"

He always looks at his phone when it is brake, so now you are waiting for the game to end.

There were 20 more minutes.

You closed your eyes, trying to breathe, but nothing was working. You opened the chocolate trying to at least eat, hoping that it would help somehow.

Now it was only 5 minutes apart from the break and you decided to stand up go go back to your seat so that you could meet Gavi there, but just when you tried to, a big wale of dizziness accaperated you and the next moment you were again on the floor, but now unconscious.

When Gavi arrived in the changing rooms, he took his phone after drinking some water, only to see a text from you. He then replied with Where are you?

But even after some minutes he got no reply from you. He then started to look after you but he couldn't find you anywhere. He started to get really worried and just when he wanted to call you again for what seemed like the 10th time, Xavi, his coach, was doing it.

"Yes, mister."

"I'm sorry about what happened, Gavi. You won't play the second half so that you can go stay with her. All my best wishes for you two." he says.

Gavi was really confused and didn't understand what he was talking about.

"What do you mean? What happened?"

"You don't know?"

Now the boy started to panic.

"What am I supposed to know? I know nothing!?" he said it in a desperate and angry voice. What was he supposed to know?

"Your girlfriend fainted minutes ago. She is still unconscious."

Gavi's heart started to beat faster and faster.

"Where is she?" he asked, trying hard to remain as calm as possible.

"At the medical center."

After ending the call, Gavi ran to you, hoping and praying to God that you are now ok and awake. But you were not.

Doctors tried to calm him down, but he started to shout at them to leave him alone.

"What tf even happened to her?! I fucking told you to look after her! You had one freaking job, idiot!" he said to one of his friends who was always staying next to you at the games.

"She suddenly disappeared and when I started to look for her she was staying on the floor unconscious! I'm sorry, ok?"

Gavi put his hands on his face and started to cry.

"I'm really, really sorry, Gavi. I had to take care of her and I failed.."

"What if she won't be alright? I can't continue without her." he sobbed hard. "You don't understand, you just don't understand!"

He took you in his arms while the doctors ran some tests for you.

When you woke up, your head was rested on Gavi's leg. His eyes were red and puffy and your heart broke at the sight.

After everything was alright, you two exited the medical center. Gavi not didn't care that people were watching you, he just kissed you, wanting bad to feel you.

You kissed him back sweetly and you felt a tear roll down his face.

He then hugged you again tight, feeling hoe fast his heart was actually beating. He was afraid of losing you.

"I'm sorry, y/n/n. I should have protected you.."

[mixtape-racha]

freak on a leash - p.js

words: 1.32k // warnings: cussing, unprotected piv, "sir" kink, reader is referred to as "princess" "puppy" "whore" and "bitch", mean dom!jay, brat!reader, established relationship, mentioned enhypen members, this isn't a complete smut but basically the lead up?? beginning??

you and jay had been dating for a while now - almost two years, actually - and you could’ve sworn blind that you’d never seen him this angry. of course, you absolutely deserved it. spending the entire day riling him up, teasing him and flirting with his friends. god, you even went as far as to flash him your bare cunt at him from beneath your tiny fucking skirt the second you were left alone in heeseung’s living room for more than 5 seconds.

so yeah, you definitely deserved the anger radiating off of his body in waves right now, but you couldn’t bring yourself to regret what got you here in the slightest.

“you think you’re so funny, don’t you,” jay seethed from across the center console, knuckles turning white at his tight grip on the steering wheel. “so big and clever, just trying to wind me up like i won’t do anything about it.”

you shrugged, a smile teasing the corners of your lips as you watched your boyfriend try to contain his emotions behind the wheel. “yeah, i do, actually. i thought you would’ve gotten better at dealing with this by now… maybe i don’t test you enough, after all.”

he chuckled darkly, kissing his teeth with a raise of his eyebrows. 

“know your limit, y/n. i mean it.”

the drive was silent after that; you, in the passenger seat, proud of your work, and in your own world entirely. jay, on the other hand, was almost pulsing with fury. had he not trained you well enough? surely you knew better than to act like some common whore, in front of his best friends of all people. in all honesty, he’d had more than enough of you walking all over him and thinking you’d get away with no consequences.

the second he had parked the car, you bounced out of your seat, skipping towards the apartment block - seemingly, without a care in the world - but jay knew full well that you were choosing your actions to infuriate him. always a gentleman at heart, he always insisted on opening doors for you and holding your hand when walking across streets or car parks. by taking that away from him, you were just trying to piss him off more. and god knew that he’d had enough of your bullshit.

as soon as the elevator doors had pressed closed, jay had you pinned to the wall by your neck, face so close to yours that his nose was brushing your cheek and his breath was fanning over you. your heart - and, admittedly, your pussy - throbbed at the action. you’d always loved how easily jay could manhandle you, and adding anger to the mix just heightened how good it felt.

“i swear to fucking god, if you know what’s good for you, you’ll listen to me, yeah?” he hissed, other hand coming to grip your hip so tightly that you winced. “when we get in, i’m going to go and get a drink. and when i come back into the bedroom, you better be face down on that mattress, ass up and hands behind your back.”

he released you when the elevator stopped at your floor, and you took the opportunity to get one last dig in at him. 

“and if i don’t?”

he scoffed, leaving you trailing behind him as he walked towards your shared front door and pushed his way into the hallway. “if you don’t.. well, you better prepare to not be allowed anywhere near my cock for at least a week. nor will i touch you, and i know a stupid whore like you would lose their mind over that very quickly, huh?”

you were stunned. jay had joked about putting you on a sex ban a few times throughout your relationship, but only because you were insatiable - never as a punishment. surely, he wouldn’t? god… you didn’t think you wanted to find out if he was serious or not.

by the time you’d shaken yourself out of your trance and into the apartment, jay was already bustling about the kitchen, so you decided it was best to just do as he’d asked of you. you were quick to rid yourself of your sneakers, socks and jumper - leaving you in just a skimpy bralette and your tiny skirt, before crawling onto the bed.

you sat on my knees and waited patiently for jay’s arrival, the tell-tale closing of the cupboard letting you know that he was probably downing a glass of whiskey before dealing with you. your hands fidgeted in their place on your lap, and each second that jay took to come to the bedroom had you going beyond insane.

the door was wedged open so you could see jay coming, and you took a moment to appreciate how fucking good he looked with his hair ruffled and shirt half unbuttoned as he approached the room. however, all it took from him was a single glance in your direction to have you practically throwing yourself across the bed and into the position he wanted.

you knew he was staring at your core, your pussy entirely out on display and you had to fight back the urge to shake your hips, enticing him to come closer. no, that would just rile him up more, and you didn’t know if you could cope with an even bigger punishment than the one you had coming.

a shuffling noise came from behind you, and you felt the mattress dip as jay came to kneel behind you, hands coming to knead at the flesh of your ass.

“oh, so you wanna listen now, hmm?”

words failed out, only a garble of whines leaving your lips as you tried to formulate a response. jay chuckled at you, his hands moving to grip your hips as he ground his bulge against the curve of your ass.

“such a one-minded bitch, aren’t you? would do anything just to have me fucking ruin you like the common whore you are. all you think about is cock, surely i satisfy you better than that?”

you knew better than to bite back at his words, fully aware he was just trying to get you to slip up and have a reason to punish you more. you both were insatiable when it came to one another, and sharing a lot of… well, less than vanilla kinks, made times like this more interesting.

and honestly, jay’s heart swelled at the way you stayed quiet, allowing him to grip your wrists against the base of your spine, the feeling of your ass against him more heavenly than anything you could find in a church. he knew you were his good girl at heart, sometimes you just needed to be reminded of that. and he was more than willing to put you in your place when needed.

“such a pretty little thing, hmm? just needed sir’s attention to calm you down. like a little puppy, aren’t you?”

you whined at his words, your brain quickly turning to mush at the hot blaze his hands left on your skin.

before you could comprehend his actions, jay had pulled away to rid himself of his clothes, and the next thing you felt was his bare cock brushing against your folds.  his tip nudged against your clit and you couldn’t help the way you shivered, hips rolling back against him.

“god, you’re sopping, baby. needed me that bad? how mean of me to keep you waiting like this..” he tsked, causing you to shake your head with a wail.

“not mean– never mean! so good to me, sir, need you so bad.”

you knew he grinned at that, but he indulged you anyway, pushing his tip past your walls and reveling in the way you keened at the sensation.

“gonna fuck you good, princess, i promise. make you forget why you felt the need to act like a brat.”

(a/n: scheduled post!)

-> don’t forget to reblog or comment if you like my works ♡ please refrain from modifying, translating, or copying my work. - © mixtape-racha

tags ✮⋆˙ : @pretty-racha @demetrisscarf @fluerz @bangtancultsposts @yevene

[worseforwords]

Off the rails (Alessia Russo x Reader)

Warnings: Claustrophobia, panic

Wordcount: 3,6k

“Can we join you?” A voice called from behind you whilst you were putting your bag on the luggage rack above your seat. You turned around to see Alessia pointing at the free seats next to and across from yours. “Yes, of course,” you replied with a smile, “you don’t have to ask.” “I’m just asking because these two aren’t planning on getting any sleep soon.” She chuckled, pointing at Ella and Katie, who were already throwing you their luggage to add it to the rack.

You had been planning on getting some sleep, but you also didn’t mind an opportunity to bond with your relatively new teammates. You joined Manchester United about two months ago, and everyone had been great so far, but you were now on your way to your first ever camp with these girls, and you couldn’t help but feel a little bit nervous about being together with them 24/7. 

Once you had installed everyone’s luggage on the overhead rack, you all took your seats, Alessia, to your delight, claiming the one next to you. “Sleep is for the weak, right Y/N?” Ella exclaimed as she took the window seat across from you. “Besides, we should arrive just before midnight, so there will still be plenty of time for your boring snoring, Less.” She added, to which you giggled.

A train definitely wasn’t the usual form of transport when going to camp, but since this one was out in the middle of nowhere, it was the best option. You didn’t mind it though, given it would only take about 4 hours and the alternative, a bus, usually got you car sick within 5 minutes. Plus, they had arranged for your team to have your own train carriage, so this promised to be a pleasant journey.

Ella pulled out her playing cards, and the four of you engaged in an intense game of whist and then some other card games. During the second game, when Alessia plopped back down after dramatically getting up to accuse Ella of cheating, her upper thigh met with yours. Neither of you made any effort to break the contact, and thus began a battle of subtle teasing, whilst trying to remain focussed on the game you were playing. You kept your eyes solely on the cards in your hands and on the table, whilst every now and then shifting your leg ever so slightly, thereby casually caressing hers, minor movements so faint they could easily be denied.

It wasn’t the first time something like this had happened: ever since you had met Alessia you had been somewhat flirtatious with each other. However, you had promised yourself not to fall for a teammate again, given your previous experience had ended in total and utter drama. United was your first professional signing, and you wanted to be keep it at just that: professional. You convinced yourself that a bit of flirtation would be okay, as long as you would avoid having any serious moments together, thereby not making it “too real”. 

After a while the carriage became somewhat quiet, as many people had put in their headphones and some even closed their eyes. Even Ella and Katie had turned their volume down to a whispering level, and you considered getting some sleep. You got up to search for your own headphones when the train abruptly started to decelerate, the force almost throwing you across the table and onto Ella. The loud squeal of the breaks echoed through the compartment as the train came to a quick stop, causing you to land face first on the table in front of you with a soft thud. “What the- are you okay?” Alessia asked as she helped you up from the table. “Yeah I’m good, no worries. What was that though?” The volume rose in the carriage as everyone removed their headphones to speculate about what was going on. When the train remained still, Ella and Katie decided to go check on what was happening, and they left towards the front. 

Alessia turned you towards her to check on your face, that had just taken quite the hit, tapping it softly to see if you were hurt anywhere, whilst you kept your eyes on anything and everything else. The tension was soon interrupted however, when her phone started ringing: Ella. She put in on speaker as everyone listened attentively. “Alright so the conductor told us the train is having some technical issues, and they are not yet sure what exactly is wr-” Ella stopped talking when all the lights suddenly turned off, to which some of the girls yelped, the emergency backup lights turning on soon after. You could hear the conductor speaking in the background as Ella tried to repeat everything back to you. “He says the power has gone out and we’ll have to survive in here with minimal light and without heat, so cuddle up everybody!” You felt Alessia’s gaze shift towards you as she heard that last part. “They will let us know as soon as they know more, but he definitely expects this will take a while.” Murmur started filling the carriage, before Ella added: “Oh, also the doors are and will remain closed as they cannot open without power.”

You froze upon hearing the last statement, as you suddenly became hyperaware of the narrow tube you were trapped in. Your brain became foggy as you felt the walls closing in on you. A long and high pitched beep masked the voices of everyone around you and you struggled to provide your lungs with air. You clenched your fists, trying to focus on the feeling of your nails being forcefully driven into you palm.

It had been a while since you had felt like this. It all started when you were 12 and you fell into an old bunker in an empty field whilst being out on your own. You were stuck in the small, dark, underground box, with no way out for about 6 hours before someone found you. Ever since that incident, you started doing things like avoiding elevators and not locking bathroom doors, but you had only realised the severity of your traumatising experience about two years ago. It took one of your former teammates telling you you needed help after finding you mid panic attack in a locked gear room to make you admit you had a problem. Going to therapy had helped immensely in learning to control your claustrophobia, but at this moment you seemed to have forgotten every single coping technique.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” A familiar voice next to you pierced through the layer of fog around you, but you couldn’t answer, instead clenching your fists even tighter. “Hey, can you tell me what’s going on?” Alessia said as she carefully took a hold of on of your clenching hands, gently caressing it whilst awaiting your reply. You couldn’t even breathe, let alone speak. In the background you vaguely heard some of the girls yelling about having a danceparty and you knew you had to leave right this second. Alessia seemed to sense this, as she suddenly got up, still holding on to your hand. “Come on, let’s get you somewhere more quiet.” She said as she gently pulled you out of the busy compartment. 

Your body blindly followed her guidance, as she found an empty cabin and put you down on one of the chairs before kneeling down in front of you, carefully moving your chin up to look you in the eyes as she delicately brushed the back of your hand with her thumb. The quiet helped a little bit, but you were still gasping for air, as you felt there was no oxygen left in the closed off tube you were in. “Y/N, I need you to listen to my breathing, can you do that?” Alessia asked calmly. You gathered every bit of energy in your body to let out one word: “Air”. She seemed to understand what you meant as she quickly got up to open up the ventilation grille above the window to let in some fresh oxygen. The feeling of cold air on your skin actually helped a lot, but you still struggled to stop hyperventilating. Alessia sat herself down next to you and began breathing loudly and slowly, your body leaning against hers so you could feel her moving up and down as she breathed. You tried to let her rhythm guide your breathing, as you gasped in between breaths every now and then, whilst you slowly relaxed the clenched muscles in you hands. Your head fell back on the headrest as your breathing shakily reached a steady rhythm and you closed your eyes with force. A tired feeling of relieve spread throughout your body and you couldn’t stop tears from streaming down your face. Upon noticing this, Alessia opened up her arms to let you cuddle up into her, and she wrapped them around you tightly. “I’m sorry.” You muttered from the crook of her neck. “Hey, don’t you say that. It’s okay, I promise.” She replied, steadily stroking your hair.

You sat there, wrapped up in her arms, in a comforting silence for a while, before she quietly asked: “Want to tell me what just happened?” You hadn’t told any of your teammates about your claustrophobia, because it hadn’t been an issue yet, and you weren’t expecting it to become one this soon. You sat up straight, letting go of her embrace but still holding on to one of her hands, and bit by bit you explained everything to her, Alessia lightly squeezing your hand every time your breath hitched in between sentences, as if to tell you it was okay. 

“I’m so sorry that happened to you.” She said sincerely. “Thank you. And thank you for helping me calm down.” You said. “We can go back now if you want. I’m okay.” You added, feeling like you already kept her away from her friends long enough. “Y/N, you’re still shaking. We can stay here as long as you want. I’m not going anywhere, you hear me?” She said as she pulled your face towards her by your chin to force you to look her directly in the eyes, making sure you knew she was being sincere. “Yeah, okay.” You answered quietly. “So tell me, is there something I can do to help make this time more bearable for you, anything?” “Some distraction would be nice I guess. Also I could really use some water.” You answered, noticing the dryness of you throat and mouth caused by all the hyperventilating, but you immediately squeezed her hand firmly, holding it tightly as you realised she’d have to leave you alone for a bit. “I’ll text Ella to bring us our bags and coats, because I’m not leaving your side now, Y/N.” Alessia said as she pulled out her phone, making you exhale in relief.

“You lot better not be making out or something over there!” You heard Ella exclaim through the corridor. “Is it safe? Can I open my eyes?” She said jokingly as she reached your cabin, dramatically covering her eyes with one of your bags. “Shut up Tooney.” Alessia said as she grabbed the luggage from her hands. “Oh, sorry.” Ella apologised once she noticed your tearstained face. She quickly exchanged looks with Alessia, who in return gave her a nod and a small smile, telling her you were okay. “Right, I’ll head back then.” She said as she quickly turned and left.

Alessia barely sat down your bag as you instantly grabbed your water bottle, chugging it almost entirely, making her chuckle lightly. “So erm, now that you are hydrated,” she started once you were done, “Ella’s teasing actually gave me an idea for a great distraction.” She looked at you expectantly. “What is it?” You replied, unsure why she looked at you like that. You found out a few seconds later, as she suddenly pressed her lips against yours. You froze in shock, and she immediately pulled away when you didn’t respond. Your heart started racing and your breathing accelerated once again. “Oh my god I’m so sorry, that was so stupid, I shouldn’t have done that.” She rambled as she noticed you were starting to spiral again. “Y/N please, forget I ever did that. Can you do that for me please?” She looked at you desperately as you tried to control your breathing again. “Yeah, okay.” You replied, knowing very well you weren't going to forget any of it, but trying your best to ignore it for now. 

You just sat there for bit, before Alessia interrupted the awkward silence. “Music. We should listen to some music.” She stated, as she started to rummage through her bag to find her headphones. You grabbed yours as well and you both synced them to Alessia’s phone. She turned on a playlist with classical Italian guitar music. “This okay?” She asked softly. You nodded, as the soothing sound of nylon strings tenderly being struck resonated through your membrane, your head and then your whole body. You closed your eyes as you let the melodies take your mind elsewhere, making your body feel ten times lighter. You exhaled deeply as you found yourself grasping for the comforting hand that had held yours earlier, ignoring the earlier established awkwardness. Alessia was quick to provide you with it again, whilst you kept your eyes closed. You didn’t fall asleep, as the adrenaline still coursing through your veins wouldn’t allow it, but you did enter what felt like some sort of peaceful trance. 

“Sorry to bother you,” Ella’s voice interrupted the calmness to which you finally opened your eyes, “the emergency team have arrived to evacuate us, and there’s another train here to pick us up and get us to camp.” Your body responded to the information with a combination of relief and adrenaline, as you immediately got up to grab your stuff. Alessia did the same as she followed you into the corridor. The emergency team had only burst open one door at the other end of the train, so it took you way longer than you would’ve liked to get out. Alessia held her hand out and you squeezed it all the way until you had finally reached the door. A man in a fluorescent yellow vest gave you a hand to help you get down. The feeling of your feet finally touching the ground was alleviating and you let yourself collapse into Alessia’s arms once she got out as well. “Good job, Y/N, you fought trough.” She said, softly stroking your back. “All because you were there, thank you so much.” You smiled into the crook of her neck.

You all boarded the emergency replacement train, and Alessia pulled you into a two person seat. You were still a bit shaky, but you were mostly just exhausted from everything your mind and body had just endured. Alessia, observant as she was, opened up her arms to let you cuddle up into her, which you didn’t have to think twice about. “It’s okay, get some sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.” She whispered as the drew soothing patterns on your arm. You let yourself lean into the protective arms around you as you felt the world fade away.

“Wake up, sleepyhead, we’re here.” A soft voice woke you up as you let out a small groan. You opened your eyes to see you had fully collapsed onto Alessia’s lap, who’s piercing blue eyes were now looking directly into yours. “Hi,” she said softly as she saw you taking in your surroundings “you were in a bit of a coma, weren’t you?” You felt her body shake underneath you as she chuckled lightly. “Come on, let’s get you to the hotel, yeah?” She said as she gently lifted you off her lap and put your coat over your shoulders. 

When you got to the hotel, roommates had already been assigned, and to no one’s surprise Alessia was rooming with Ella. You were sharing a room with Katie, which you didn’t mind, given that she had been your friend from day one, helping you adjust to your new life and home in Manchester. Before you went up to find your room however, you sought out a certain pair of blue eyes. “Hey, thanks again for everything. You are truly a lifesaver.” You said upon finding her. “No worries, and if you need anything just let me know, yeah? Anything.” She said, checking your body language to see if you were okay enough for her to leave. Before you left you pulled her in for a quick but firm hug. “Good night Alessia.” “Sleep well, Y/N.”

Even though your body was still very much exhausted, your mind struggled to let you drift off, as it was working out all of tonights events at a million miles an hour. One event in particular got stuck on repeat: the kiss. Why did she do it? Was it just to distract you, or was there something more behind it? And why, after your blunt and harsh rejection, was this girl still so kind to you? You should’ve known the innocent flirting was a stupid idea, and at your attempt to avoid any serious moments you had now definitely failed, miserably. You tried to come up with a way to go back to being just friends, and even methods to avoid Alessia all together, but the mental planning kept being interrupted by the visual of her soft lips landing on yours. Oh how you wanted to go back to that moment to actually feel it, instead of panicking, and to grab her face to make it last longer, to pull yourself onto her lap and feel her strong arms wrap around you, and- Fuck. You were in deep.

You got up, quickly put on a hoodie and slipped out of your room to go downstairs for a bottle of water. You sat on a bench in the hall as you hesitated for a bit before pulling out your phone and texting Alessia: “Hey, you awake?” To your surprise 3 little typing dots appeared soon after you hit send, which then disappeared again. You couldn’t help but feel a little bit disappointed, to which you mentally smacked yourself, because this girl had been your hero all night and she was most definitely entitled to some sleep, which she would’ve been anyhow, of course. You were startled out of your spiralling as you suddenly felt a hand on your shoulder. “Hey you, can’t sleep?” Alessia said quietly as she sat down next to you. “Hi, no, not really. You?” “Me neither,” she mumbled, before changing the subject back to you, “are you still panicky? Did Katie lock the door or something? Is there anything I can-” “Alessia, this is not about the train, or my claustrophobia.” You interrupted. “Oh, so what is it about?” You hesitated for a bit before answering. “You.” “Me?” She said, as a worried expression appeared on her face. “Yeah you. You erm, kissed me remember?” You said cautiously, as Alessia shifted her gaze to the floor. “Like I said, Y/N, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. It was stupid, I-” “Except it wasn’t.” You cut her off, to which her head shot right back up to look at you expectantly. “I admit your timing wasn’t immaculate, but I erm- I actually liked the kissing part.” You managed to stutter out. Alessia looked at your trembling hands. “Y/N, you’re shaking again. I don’t want to make you feel that way like I did earlier.” She said, concern clear in her voice and eyes. “You’re not, I promise. I’m just a little nervous, the good kind of nervous. Trust me.” “Okay, I trust you.” She said as she gently grabbed your trembling hands to calm you down. “So erm,” she started nervously, “would now be a better timing?” You chuckled as you realised what she was asking. “Definitely.” You said as you turned your body towards her, leaning in slightly but awaiting her lead. She let go of one of your hands to gently grab a hold of your face, her fingers reaching out towards the back of your neck as her thumb softly caressed your jaw, then cheek, until she reached the corner of your mouth, tugging on it ever so slightly. The anticipation almost became too much, and you hungrily leaned in further, to which Alessia grinned. Luckily, she didn’t make you wait any longer, as she quickly but softly pressed her lips on yours, making your heart race instantly, but in a good way.

You slept soundly the rest of the night. The next morning the whole team and crew met in de lobby and you found yourself looking for Alessia, only to find she was already looking at you as you locked eyes from across the room. “Alright listen up everyone.” Marc spoke up from the crowd. “Training starts at 11 today, giving you all some time to settle after yesterdays eventful night, except for Alessia and Y/N, who will be running yards all morning as they were spotted outside their rooms after curfew.” Murmur filled the room as you tried to hide the smirk on your face by looking at your feet. “All right come on you two, be ready in 10.” 

You ran those yards, and you ran them with your head held high, not even regretting it for a second. 

[thesafecafe]

Mafia! Ateez Reaction: They take you shopping for your wedding, but the other members crash your session

Summary: Since the day the boys planned the wedding, everything was going just perfect! Well, that is until they agreed to let the others help, by giving them small tasks, but this is Ateez :”) there is no way they will not be part of the main event. (I also watch too much “say yes to the dress” if you can’t tell, lmao).

CW: none really, just general crack, weddings, and fluff, men in dresses lmfao, mafia themes, gifs not mine, enjoy!

Hongjoong:

Now he had warned the members, Woosan specifically, that today was about you, and that no shenanigans would be tolerated. He allowed them to ride in the car, and warned them to stay there or they would be “severely punished. But in the middle of your cake testing, the two mischievous boys had snuck into the shop, sneaking in tastes of frosting here and there, and posing as a couple in need of a cake as they trailed not far behind you. You were the first to notice, and tried not to blow their cover as you held back a laugh, but all that was shattered when Wooyoung knocked over a vase, catching the attention of everyone in the shop. Hongjoong facepalmed as San dragged Wooyoung out of the shop.

“How about chocolate-”

CRASH!! 

“WOOYOUNG YOU IDIOT!”

Seonghwa:

Seonghwa is the wedding planner of all wedding planners. He kept everything and everyone on schedule, and everyone was in line. Well, almost everyone. Mingi and Hongjoong wanted to come to the bridal boutique so that Seonghwa “wouldn’t have you looking like an old woman,” which got them a resounding no. “Stick to the flowers.” Seonghwa was “quite capable of making an appropriate selection,” but since this would be your day, it would be your choice. What Seonghwa didn’t anticipate was the fact that the boutique was owned by none other than Mingi’s sister. They wound up shooing Seonghwa away as they helped you find a perfect dress (as expected of the two fashionistas).

“I was thinking something more tradition- what the hell are you two doing here?!”

“This shop does say “Song’s Bridal” on the sign bud”

“I hate you so much”

Yunho:

Your day with Yunho was going great! You were not only wedding dress shopping, but having a self care day since the stress of mafia life could be quite draining. Yunho was enjoying himself as much, if not more, than you. That is, until it was time for you to try on the second dress you picked out. Ever the jokester, Yunho had decided that he too would put on a dress “fit for a queen,” and surprise you when you came back out. But he came out a little later than you, finding his bride to be laughing along with Yeosang and Jongho, who were snapping pictures. 

“Damn, I didn’t know there were two brides”

“KANG YEOSANG YOU BETTER NOT POST THOSE ANYWHERE”

Yeosang:

Members crashing his cake tasting? Nope, it wasn’t happening. He had asked San to help keep the boys away from the appointment, and San was determined to be the best helper... except for when it came to Seonghwa and Yunho. They gave him puppy eyes (and $5) and that's all it took for them to weasel their way into the wedding decisions. You noticed them, taking heed of the cake flavors they silently pointed out to you, surprising Yeosang as he knew they weren’t flavors you usually picked. He knew something was amiss the minute you chose to taste a mint chocolate flavor. He glanced up to see Yunho and Seonghwa dying of laughter in the kitchen window. You could practically see the steam coming off his ears as he charged towards them.

“I SWEAR I’M GONNA KILL YOU TWO!”

“You’ve got to catch us first, chicken boy!” (Seonghwa)

San:

San had banned all members from your bridal appointment, wanting you to have a stress free day. He sat in the parlor, reading a magazine as he waited for you to pick the perfect gown. However, he didn’t expect to see such a tall bridesmaid come striding out of the back room and onto the runway in front of him- was that Mingi?! San whipped his head around in confusion, as Yunho also came striding out in a bridesmaid dress, much to the amusement of the consultant. San let out an indignant cry. “Where is my bride?” San fake cried as the consultant went to retrieve you. You’d sent out the boys as a distraction, giggling when the consultant brought you out. 

“Aww look Yunho, San melted!”

“Song Mingi, I’m going to eat your leftover food out of the fridge.”

Mingi:

Decoration and cake flavor shopping? He could do that. He didn’t even tell anyone he planned to go. He just got up, got dressed, and followed you out of the door. But Jongho and Wooyoung were right on your tails. Mingi knew they were following along, but he didn’t address them until it was time to go cake tasting. “What are you idiots doing?” He’d scowl at them for interrupting his personal time with you, as he didn’t get much of it these days. “We just wanted to be a part of it. It’s the most important event of your lives.” You feel bad for them, and ask Mingi to let them tag along. The four of you tasted cake together, and all was well, until you went for decorations. The youngest members decided they’d redecorate the store... needless to say, you all wound up kicked out, but all of you had pretty flower crowns, so it didn’t bother you too much.

“And this is why you two stay at home.”

“No Mingi, this is why you have no taste for interior design.”

Wooyoung:

Hongjoong and San were hot on your tails through the bridal shop, and you giggled as Wooyoung pulled you through the shop, past countless dressing rooms and fittings, your own bridal appointment momentarily forgotten. They were desperate to put you in a dress they saw in the window that Wooyoung thought was hideous. They chased you until Wooyoung pulled you both into a room filled with dresses, lace and ruffles everywhere. You held onto your robe tightly as Wooyoung spun to face you. “I think we’re in the clear babe. I think this is the alterations room” “You got that right mister!” He jumped in fright as two older ladies, who looked like they ran the place addressed him. They were sitting at their desks, watching the whole thing unfold before them. You explained the situation, and they laughed, agreeing to help. 

“You youngsters running in the hallway of my store! Yes you! If you’re gonna carry around my dresses, I’ve work for you to do in here!”

Jongho:

Jongho sighed, looking at the sight before him. The entire squad was begging to go with you to your first dress fitting, having been banned from most of Jongho’s wedding plans due to their usual shenanigans. He’d been very good at avoiding them up until this point, but you were six months pregnant with twins now, which meant your movements were significantly slower, and your heart was considerably bigger. You felt pity for them, pouting at Jongho to let them go if they promised to behave. He’d agreed, but now he was watching an all out brawl in the bridal shop, because the boys heard someone say you looked like a whale, which had hurt your feelings. Jongho was holding you close while  the rest of the boys defended their nieces/nephews. 

“You’re not so cute yourself sweetheart! Try looking in a mirror without breaking it, then you’ll have a more honest opinion about yourself.” Jongho sighed again. They were going to get kicked out, but at least your dress had fit well.

[george-weasleys-girl]

Enemy Mine Pt. 5

Fred trudged home the long way, ignoring the thunder in the distance. But then, minutes later, the first drops hit him. Fucking fantastic. Oh well, why the hell not? Everything else went wrong tonight. He shoved his hands in pockets, bowing his head against the rain as his mind still reeled from his argument with Angie.

"I don't understand why making sure a girl is safe is such a bad thing? I thought you supported that kinda stuff?" Fred and Angelina had stood just outside her house while the warm breeze picked up, carrying away their words from anyone who might be listening.

"It's not bad, and I do support it," Angie threw her hands in the air with an exasperated sigh. "It's just that it's her. You abandoned me for two hours because of her?"

"What do you mean, her?"

"Her! Y/N! I see the way you watch her. Anytime she's nearby, your eyes are locked on her."

"They are not! I barely notice her anymore."

"Do you think I'm stupid, Fred?!" Angie's voice rose. "Don't you think I haven't noticed the way you look at her? Whenever she's in the Great Hall? Or Transfiguration? Or every fucking time we pass her in hallway?"

"But, I don't -" Fred began, but she cut him off.

"You can lie to yourself all you want, but you can't lie to me!"

"Angie, love -" Fred reached for her hand, but she pulled it away.

"Look, Fred, I don't want to fight. I'm tired and confused, and I just want to sleep if I can," she moved to go inside, then stopped, turning back to Fred. "Maybe... maybe we should spend some time apart."

"But -" Fred took a step toward her.

"No," she held up her hand. "I love you, Freddie. But, I won't be someone's consolation prize. You need to sort yourself out. Figure out who you - " her words trailed off, and she shook her head, then turning back, she stepped across the threshold into her house. "Goodbye, Fred," she mummered, without looking back and closed the door behind her.

~•~

"Hey there," George stood next to Y/N. She was outside the Burrow, sipping the hangover draft Mrs. Weasley had so kindly brewed for her.

"Hi," her voice was soft, and there was a light blush on her cheeks.

"You ok?" He asked.

"Mostly. Thanks to your mum," she lifted her cup. "She's really a very sweet lady."

"She has her moments." George shrugged, remaining silent for a few seconds before speaking again. "So, um, do you remember anything that happened last night?"

"Bits and pieces. Enough to know I made a complete fool of myself." She took another drink, hoping to hide her returning blush.

The younger twin waved off her embarrassed comment. "Fred and I have made far bigger fools of ourselves sober than you did drunk last night."

Y/N smiled but said nothing.

"Would like anything to eat?" George asked. "Mum just baked some fresh bread."

She shook her head. "Thanks, but no. I can't even think about food right now. And besides, I need to get home soon."

"Whenever you're ready. I promised Fred I'd get you home safe."

"Fred's not here?"

"He is, but he's no shape to be escorting anyone anywhere," George answered. "Apparently, he and Angelina had a huge fight last night, and then he got caught in the storm. He only got home a couple of hours ago. Fell flat on his face and passed out."

Y/N froze at his words. "Th-they weren't fighting because of me? Were they?"

George shrugged and gave her a sympathetic smile.

"Fuck." Y/N downed the rest of the drink.

~•~

George sat on his bed, waiting for Fred to speak. The older twin paced their bedroom.

"What do I do, Georgie? It's been almost a week, and Angie still won't speak to me," Fred sank down on his bed. "How did everything get so fucked up?"

George sighed. "Do I really need to answer that?"

Fred looked up at his brother. "Seriously? You too? You still think I have a thing for Y/N?"

His twin just shrugged.

"Aarrgh!" Fred threw his hands in the air. "Forget it! Just forget it. Everybody's apparently lost their minds. I'm going for a walk." He then stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

George knew it was pointless to chase after him right now. It'd only start another argument. So instead, with a long-suffering sigh, the younger twin flopped back across his bed.

"Stubborn," he muttered.

~•~

Y/N had the afternoon to herself and had settled down to dig in to her new book. She'd barely finished the first page when someone knocked on the door.

@milivanili99 @fancy-pantaloons @turvi @zvummyummy @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy @georgie-weasley @nighttimemoonlover @jsjcue @wzrd-wheezes @fredweasleyyyyy @hufflepuffie @alexistonks @princess-paramour @anvaaryn @lastwandastan @samshifts @asuperconfusedgirl @superduckmilkshake @mysticsheepsoul @gemofthenight @1lellykins @junerprsh @sierraluvz @wolfkill16 @smallsweetvanillabean @igncrantbliss @28cnn @saintlike05 @millies0bsimp @yeah3459 @leeknows-wife @pandoraneverland @wickedsandwich08 @bai-wuxiangs-mask @c-yberstar @soosheee @ivvees-blog @withered-rxse @maddiedinosaur @astahsvea

~•~

[jae-is-confused]

A Little Less Talk, & A Lot More Lovin'

Jay Kelso x Male!Reader

Romantic/Platonic/Unspecified

Pronouns: He/Him

Summary: Both you an Jay skip school, leaving you both home alone in the Forman basement. A little bit of weed and a lot of kissing later, both you and Jay are as high as kites.

TW's/Disclaimers: Making out, Weed, implications/mentions of boners, y/n and Jay being horny ig.

You exhale with a slight cough as you pull the, definitely not rolled properly, joint away from your lips. The basement air was thick with the smell of sweat and weed as you passed the joint off to your boyfriend who was staring down at you, your head resting on his lap.

"How you doin' up there pretty boy?" You look at your boyfriend who has a doped up smile plastered across his face. You were always the more tame one of the group when you guys smoked. Besides Ozzie, whenever he decided to opt out.

"Amazing." He bobs his head a little after he pulls the joint away from his mouth, placing it on the ash tray on the coffee table in front of him. He looks down at you and grins like an idiot. "Hey Handsome."

"Hey Casanova." You laugh. Jay stares at you with a far away look for a moment before leaning down and placing a kiss on your forehead. The kisses then being trailed down to your temple, your nose, and all the way to your lips. You hum into the kiss as he pulls your face closer by the nape of your neck.

You pull away with a whine of complaint coming from Jay. You sit correctly on the couch and look at Jay as you grab his hand, pulling him as a sign to move and straddle your lap. Which wasn't something you did often. Every time, Jay got to embarrassed and flipped you so you were straddling him.

But you wanted to tease him.

Reluctantly, Jay swung one of his legs over your hips. He avoided eye contact with the most absurd head motions, looking anywhere but you. You laughed and moved you hand to his hips, pushing them down so he wasn't hovering. They stayed there when Jay finally looked at you.

Jay didn't like straddling you because it made him feel small. But you did like feeling small. So giving him all the control was well in your favor. As well as his. It took him a second, but after sitting there for a moment and getting comfortable with the situation, you could visibly see Jay's confidence return to his face. His demeanor becoming more cocky and confident.

Jay grabbed your face in his hands, smashing his lips with yours. It was sweet and slow, with just a bit of tongue thrown into the mix. It was as if everything had fallen into place.

You both had only started dating near the end of summer, so 5 months into your guys' relationship, and out of all the kisses you had shared, this one takes the cake. You weren't sure why but something about this one just felt different, more slow and meaningful.

The kisses get heavier the longer it goes on as you hold Jay's hips, his chest pressing against your own. Jay pulls back a second. Only to grin at you and flip you both over.

"You little bitch-"

"Babe, less talking. More kissing." Jay nuzzles his head in the crook of your neck as he sucks and presses kisses to your neck. Not knowing what to do with your hands, you place them in his hair as his hands guide your hips to fully sit down on his lap. His kisses migrate to your lips, soft lips against yours, tongues brushing, and breath heavy.

Half-way through a kiss you hear the sound of laughter and footsteps as the gang comes rushing down the stairs. Both you an Jay quickly jump to separate, each of you grabbing a pillow to place on your lap as you put as much distance between you and him. You on one side of the couch, him on the other.

The gang makes it downstairs and the chatter slowly dies down when they see you both, awkward and red faced. Nikki is the first to say something.

"How are you guys already here? School just let out." She walked over to you guys and took one look at the joint in the ashtray before gasping. "Did you guys skip!" She threw her bag down and sat on the coffee table so she was right in front of you.

"Jay, bro, you skipped without me?" Nate leaned against the couch behind Jay but both of you just sat there frozen in place. Neither removing the pillows that lay in your laps.

Ozzie stepped up and sat in between you and Jay, no shame at all. He sighed and looked at everyone in the room, giving Gwen a knowing look, making them both smile evilly. Ozzie cleared his throat and grabbed both pillows covering yours and Jays laps.

"Observe. Boners."

Nate and Nikki gasped as Gwen and Ozzie smiled wickedly at each other. Both you and Jay stood up quickly as you reach for his hand.

"You want to leave? I think we should leave, let's leave." Jay rambled as you nodded your head, Jay pulling you away and out the basement door.

I DID IT! When I tell you I RAN to make a list and find prompts for Nate and Jay when I finished the series. I remember watching "That 70s Show" with my sister when it was on Netflix and us being so upset when it was removed. :(

[wellbelesbian]

20 questions for fic writers!

tysm for tagging me @bazzybelle, it took me a while to get around to this but it was a lot of fun!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

37!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

113,598, not bad.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

mostly the Simon Snow Trilogy, but I have a couple of Greek Mythology/Epic Cycle fanfics too. i used to write for Percy Jackson and Marve, but not anymore.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

two old Marvel fics are right at the top, then it’s:

i want the love on your wrist (oh give me the heart on your neck), the first explicit work i’ve ever written, maybe a sign i should write more.

The Tale of the Two Merwolves, which I wrote with a bunch of other lovely people in the fandom

Everything I Am Not, my COTTA fic from 2020

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

yes, I always try to!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

definitely crimson, my COTTA fic from 2022, but a close second is Visions, a little Trojan War Helenus fic i still really like.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

well a lot of my fics have fairly happy endings, but I’d say All That She Wants, an Agatha-centric fic, and Happier Memories, a proposal fic, have the most hopeful endings.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

no, I don’t think I ever have, luckily!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

only twice so far, though I have another stewing in my brain that might get written. I can’t really say i'm limited to a certain “type” though, i’m pretty versatile, pun intended.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

no, they’re not really my thing.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not to my knowledge! i hope not.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

back when i used to write on wattpad i got some DMs asking to translate my fics and i always agreed, but i don’t know if they ever followed through.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yes, i really love doing so! I wrote a stucky fic with one of my friends years ago, but we never ended up posting it anywhere. also, the two aforementioned marvel fics were co-written with another (now ex) friend, and the tale of two merwolves was written as part of a group.

14. What’s your all time favourite ship?

snowbaz, definitely. it’s been my longest-running OTP (do people still say OTP?) and i’ve written so any fics for it.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

hmm, i’ve only got 3 wips and i think i’ll finish them all eventually, but blow on the tinder and we are slaves to the gods are definitely on the back burner for now.

16. What are your writing strengths?

i’ve been told i’m good at writing dialogue, which is good because that’s two thirds of all the words i write.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

descriptions and anything sappy, which gives me second hand embarrassment.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i tend to shy away from it, but if i do i always put it in italics and will put a translation in the notes unless it’s super obvious, and like when other authors do the same.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Percy Jackson! I wrote so much solangelo and was actually pretty popular on wattpad, one of my fics broke a million hits which is still insane to me. i still get the occasional message asking me to come back and finish my fics, but i logged out of that account in 2018 and am not going back.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

oh, that’s hard. i’m really enjoying writing Shoulder To Shoulder right now, but i still love All That She Wants and Liar Liar. i also really love I’m On My Way To Believing, which is a greek mythology Pyrrhus/Hermione fic. they’re my blorbos. but i’d have to say my all-time favourite will always have to be the first carry on fic i ever wrote, which got me out of a years long writing slump: Rats.

i don't know who has already done this, so i'll just tag @ileadacharmedlife @prettygoododds @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @imagineacoolusername @ic3-que3n @forabeatofadrum @aristocratic-otter @larkral @hushed-chorus @you-remind-me-of-the-babe @youarenevertooold @artsyunderstudy @alexalexinii @shrekgogurt and @j-nipper-95

[autumnshighlady]

I’ve Always Liked to Play With Fire (part 6)

NESTA ARCHERON X ERIS VANSERRA X FEMALE!READER

summary: a certain someone runs into you in the Spring Court

warnings: mention of r*pe, the usually IC slander

word count: 4.4k

DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE

a/n: sorry this took so long! Needed to make some big decisions about the fic that would affect this chapter, hope you enjoy! Also yes I copied and pasted some parts from ACOSF because i was too lazy to rewrite

feedback is appreciated, just no hate pls! these are just my opinions, i’m more curious to see how you all like the writing and characterization and storylines!

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You gulped nervously as the Autumn Court prince approached, unsure of which approach to take. Meeting Eris was not something you had expected would come up so soon – did you take a gamble and ask him for help now, or play it cool and build his trust over time? Eris had always been a slippery male, never letting anyone know what side he was truly on. As much as you knew he likely wouldn’t cause you deliberate harm, you also knew there was a reason Nesta and Tamlin both gawked at the idea of trusting him.

“A surprise indeed,” You said after a few seconds. “May I ask what you’re doing skulking about here, Eris?”

A chuckle sounded from the redhead. “No, you may not.” He said. “But I certainly did not expect to see anyone this far out. Did the mighty High Lord not let his court be swept out from under him? I heard half of it was abandoned.”

You cocked your head, meeting his gaze evenly. “The Spring Court is in the process of rebuilding. Is that what you came to see, prince? Nothing to do with a meeting with the Night Court?”

Eris’s blink was your only tell of his surprise – the male had gotten so good at wearing a mask you had found it impossible for him to slip up. He remained still as ever, narrowing his eyes at you. “What makes you say that, darling?” He asked smoothly.

It was now or never, you realized. You had the advantage here, catching Eris by surprise. If you played your cards right, you could use this. “Cassian met with you here, didn’t he?” You kept your voice steady, sitting down on the rock behind you. “I do not know why, only that he did. So I assume that means you’re working with the Night Court, am I wrong?”

Eris smirked, clasping his hands behind his back. He made no move to deny it, nor did he seem uncomfortable at being found out. “And how did you come by this information?”

“Nesta Archeron.”

“Ah, the lovely female who conquered death itself when she came out of that cauldron.” Eris casually plucked a flower from the bush next to him, studying its orange petals.  “I’m impressed that you know her, all the way from here. And how did that come to be?”

“I met her when I was taken prisoner by the Night Court.”

Eris’ head snapped up towards you, the most reaction you’d manage to elicit from him. His lips pursed. “What?”

You stood up, walking over to him. The male stared at you, brows furrowed in confusion. “Eris, I need your help.” You began. “But before I explain anything I need your word that I can trust you.”

“And how do you know that I will keep my word? I’ve made no promises to you, darling.”

“You will.” You said, grabbing the flower from his hand. His pale skin was warm as a raging fire as your fingers brushed it. “Because it’s in your best interest. And because if you don’t, I will die. You may not care about my life, but Lucien does. And I know that deep down you care about him too.”

“(Y/N),” Eris growled in a demanding tone. “What in the Mother’s name is going on here?”

“I need your word first,” You pressed back. “Your assurance that you will help me and not betray me. Got it?”

“Pretty bold of you to ask me for help when I do not know what I’m helping you with.”

“How about bringing the Night Court to its knees?”

Eris did not respond right away, simply picked another flower and walked over to where you were sitting before. He sat down on it, twirling the rose a few times in his hands before looking up at you again. “I’m listening.”

*********************

You sat next to Eris and explained everything – how Lucien brought you to the Night Court, only for them to lock you in the House of Wind and use your circumstances against you. How you and Nesta had found common ground in wanting to be free rather than in service to the Inner Circle for the rest of your lives. The bargain, the plan, all of it.

“I know this is a lot to take in,” You said after you finished. “But we need to get out. Rhysand fears Nesta’s powers and wants to keep her locked up and mould her into his good little soldier so he can use her for whatever he wants. He and Feyre locked me up for being angry for what she did to my court, then sent me to spy on my own people to fulfill my debt to them. I can’t live like this, with the shadow of the Night Court behind my back. We both want out, but we need your help to do so. I don’t know what they’re planning, but we want no part in it. And I fear we will be dragged into it if we don’t get out soon.” “And you think I am your way out,” Eris said simply, his tone unreadable. “Why me?”

“Because you hate them, and the enemy of my enemy is my friend.”

Eris laughed heartlessly. “Even if that’s true, do you think you’d be safe in Autumn with my father? Beron will kill you and do exactly to Nesta what Rhysand wants to do, probably worse. And then he will kill me for scheming behind his back. So I will ask you again, darling. How is this in my best Interest?”

“No, I do not think we’d be safe with Beron,” You snorted. “But you know that, and I’m guessing you want him gone and that’s the reason you’re working with the Night Court.”

“You do realize you are accusing me of treason?”

You ignored him. “But you don’t need them to help you overthrow Beron, nor will you need their support after we’re done with them. Because Nesta and I will help you overthrow him.”

Silence overcame the clearing once again. Eris still seemed composed, but his fiddling with the flower was the indication of his dilemma. Your heart raced – Eris could easily winnow away and go tell Rhysand everything, and then your plan would be ruined. But the fact he did not immediately do that gave you hope. Perhaps it was stupid, false hope, but it was a light at the end of the tunnel nonetheless.

“That spell you mentioned,” Eris said slowly. “May I see the mark?”

You wanted to make a snide comment about him suggesting you remove your clothing for him, but you bit your tongue and turned towards Eris. Your hands grasped the neckline of your dress and you pulled it down enough to reveal the eight-pointed star on your sternum. Eris’ eyes widened, and he learned forward. Your already racing heart pumped even faster as you felt his hot breath caress your newly exposed skin. Fighting the flush that was surely rising in your chest, you bit your lip as the Autumn prince reached out and gently touched the mark with his slender fingers.

You both gasped as a warm, electric sensation spread through your bodies at the touch. At first you thought that maybe it was repelling Eris’s touch, but you felt him lean in further, as if some spell was drawing him in.

“Magnificent.” He muttered, green eyes filled with wonder. His finger brushed down the tattoo a bit, sending a shiver down your spine. Having him so close to you, touching such a delicate area, it was almost too much. Normally you’d be worried that Eris would make a sly comment about your lack of composure with him so close, but the heir to the Autumn throne seemed too captivated to notice.

“Have you seen anything like this before?” You asked. There were few things that Eris was this impressed by, and you had a feeling he knew more than he was letting on.

Eris only hummed, blinking away the awestruck look and sitting back. Huffing, you pulled your shirt back up. “That’s not an answer, Eris.”

“So let me get this straight,” Eris said, clasping his hands back together. “You and Nesta want out of the Night Court since the prick of a High Lord wants to control you. Tamlin knows you were sent to spy but have other… arrangements. And if I help you by giving you sanctuary, in return you will help me overthrow my father and support my claim as High Lord?”

You laughed humourlessly. “Yeah, I guess that’s pretty much it.”

Silence overtook the clearing once again. Eris fiddled with another flower he had plucked from its stem without you noticing. It was impossible to read his expression, as always, and your heart raced. You had laid your plans out bare for him, leaving yourself vulnerable. Not only did you risk him telling Rhysand and ensuring your execution, but you risked further imprisonment for Nesta. The High Lady would never allow her sister to be executed, but Nesta would never know freedom for the rest of her immortal life. Rhysand knew Nesta was too valuable to lose, but you weren’t. He wouldn’t bat an eye before misting you into bloody rain if he found out what you planned.

“I should remind you though,” You said carefully. “Nesta has not yet agreed to help overthrow Beron, and I have no powers. It would be a gamble for you, but you already know that.”

“I see.”

“But think about it, Eris. How much is the Night Court’s allegiance worth? Rhysand has ensured his court is loathed by the other, so aside from his oh so powerful abilities, he offers you nothing. Half of his army has the right to refuse his orders anyways. What does he really offer you? Gaining the favour of the other courts would be more beneficial, and diplomatic, than risking everything just to have the most hated court as your ally. And if the other courts knew, you’d quickly join them as the second most hated court.”

Eris hummed, kicking his feet up and resting them beside you on the rock. Those polished leather boots shone in the sun, and you noticed there wasn’t a scratch on them.

“Since honesty is the theme for this afternoon,” Eris said. “It appears the Night Court hasn’t told you a thing, have they?”

You shook your head, and Eris snorted.

“Unsurprising. Well, my darling, yes Cassian and I met here and yes, I am working with the Night Court. Turns out the human queen, Braillyn, has a bone to pick with Lady Nesta Archeron. You see, the Cauldron punished her for what Nesta stole from it. The wench came out as a withered crone rather than a beautiful High Fae. She wants war, a war that my father is willing to aid her in. I’ve been meeting with Cassian to keep him updated on my father’s movements, and to make sure they uphold their promise of supporting my removal of Beron from the throne.

“They believe Braillyn is after the Dead Troves, which I assume you’ve heard stories of. She seeks the Crown, the Mask, and the Harp. We already know she has the Crown, since she used it to control my soldiers and set a trap in the Bog of Oorid. Not entirely a tragedy though, since the Night Court now possesses the Mask.”

“I’m sorry, what?” You blurted out in shock. “The Night Court has one of the Dead Troves? How? What?”

Eris chuckled, eyes gleaming like a fox. “Courtesy of your Nesta, my dear. She went with Cassian and Azriel to the Bog for whatever reason, and word has it she was snatched up by a kelpie. Sucked underwater and nearly drowned, but apparently whatever gifts the Cauldron gave her allowed her to call the Mask to her. She put it on, rose the dead, and came out alive.”

Your head was spinning. Nesta had been snatched by a kelpie and worn the Mask? Your heart raced at the thought of it – everyone knew how predatory kelpies were, how they preferred to rape their victims before killing them slowly. The thought of Nesta being subjected to that made your blood boil, but then something clicked.

“The water…” You thought aloud. “That’s what that was…”

Eris cocked an eyebrow, so you explained. “A few days ago I was in the gardens and the tattoo started glowing, which apparently happens when the other person is in danger. Then it felt like I was drowning, I vomited up black water and fainted. When Tamlin found me he said he knew where that water came from…”

“Ah, so you felt Nesta in the bog’s water.” Eris said. “It is likely you fainted when she put on the Mask. How peculiar.”

“Mother above, Eris, if you know something just say it.” You snapped.

“I know nothing for certain,” He shrugged. “But I will look into what you told me about the spell. There are things about it I am very curious about.”

The birds sang overhead, oblivious to the weight of the conversation taking place below. The thought of another war made you feel nauseous, as did the thought of Rhysand possessing a Dead Trove. You had thought the worst of it was over with Hybern, but apparently you were wrong.

“So here we stand,” Eris said. “I now have information on your plans that could put you in a cell within a heartbeat if dear Rhysand found out. And you now have information on my plans that could put my head on a chopping block if my father found out. What do we do now, my dear?”

You gulped. ‘Help me, Eris.” Your voice choked up. “Please. I cannot go back there, I just can’t. It sucks the life out of me, and of Nesta. We’ll help you with Beron if we can and support your claim. Just help us get free of Rhysand, I’m begging you.”

Eris sighed, standing up and brushing the pollen off his trousers. You stood up too, biting your lip with worry. If Eris chose to just winnow away without giving you his word you’d swear you’d kill him. Instead of doing so, the Autumn prince stepped closer to you, angling his chin down. Your legs felt like jelly underneath that piercing gaze, but you held your ground.”

“There’s more to your plan, I can see it whirling in that pretty head of yours.” He murmured, tapping your temple with a finger.

“Yes.” You admitted.”

“And are you going to tell me?”

“Not yet. I’ve given you a big part of my trust, Eris. But the rest of it you have to earn by keeping this information out of Rhysand’s hands.”

He chuckled. “I knew I always liked you.”

“So I have your word then?” You demanded. “I need you to swear to me, Eris.”

To your surprise, Eris took a step back. Before you could demand again, the redhead got down on his knees, sitting back on his heels. He looked up at you, emerald eyes calculating as he took your hand in his own.

“I promise, my little fox.” He purred. “That I shall keep your secret for as long as you shall keep mine. I swear before the Mother herself.”

Your throat was dry at the sight of Eris on his knees before you. Strands of his red hair framed his sharp face, and a smirk played at the corner of his lips. It made your blood sing, especially when a slender thumb stroked the top of your hands.

“Good.” You croaked out, shaking slightly and trying to keep it together. Eris looked so pretty kneeling before you, and the bastard knew it based on his smirk.

“Then it is sorted.” Eris said, standing back up and releasing your hands. “I meet with Cassian again at the end of next week. If you play your cards right, I can get you back to the Night Court.”

“But I don’t want to go back there,” You blurted out. “Eris I can’t.”

For a split second, Eris’ voice softened. “I know, darling. And I am sorry. But getting you to my court will take time and maneuvering. “As much as I want to, I cannot simply just whisk you away. Not while you work for Rhysand. He needs to think your debt is paid, and then we can meet easier in the Night Court. Work together and find out more of what they know, and I shall take you to Autumn when the time is right.”

You whimpered, eyes filling with tears at the thought of going back there. You didn’t want to see the Inner Circle ever again. They were vultures, waiting to exploit whoever didn’t agree with their agenda. You’d be a prisoner again.

“Hey,” Eris said softly, taking your chin in his hand and forcing you to look at him. “I need you to be brave. Do not let them break you. If you stay in Spring for too long they will think it suspicious, and that you have abandoned them in favour of Tamlin. Then you’ll for sure be killed. If you pretend you’ve been found out by Tamlin, I have an excuse to bring you back. Okay?”

You sighed, nodding. Eris was right – the longer you stayed in Spring, the more the Inner Circle would grow paranoid that you had switched sides after being reunited with your homeland. You had to go back to Night. At least you’d see Nesta again.

“Okay.” You said.

“Good.” Eris let go of you and turned to leave.

“Thank you.”

Eris faced you once again. “I like you, little fox. You amuse me. And I am trusting that you hate the Night Court enough to keep my secret. But know that if I hear any whisper that you are going to sell me out, I will inform Rhysand of your plans before you can even think about your next move. Got it?”

“Just as I will do to your father if I hear any whisper that YOU are going to sell ME out.” You declared, crossing your arms.

Eris simply chuckled again before winnowing away.

This was going to be fun to tell Tamlin.

*********************

A week had passed since your meeting with Eris, and still you heard nothing from Nesta. Tamlin rolled his eyes when you told him that Eris had agreed to help you, but said he’d let you go. You formed a plan – you’d run to the area where Cassian, Nesta, and Eris would be meeting and pretend like you were panicking that a guard had discovered your practice note to Azriel. Tamlin would follow you and pretend to be shocked by your betrayal, and Cassian would whisk you and Nesta back to Night.

Part of you was sad to leave Spring. The manor was bustling, refugees flooding in every day for shelter. The gardens were being tended to again, more sentries picked up training, and there was finally life in the Court again. You were proud of what you had accomplished, and would be sad to leave it. Maybe you’d return one day, after everything else was dealt with.

Hopefully after Braillyn there would still be a Spring Court.

Finally, the day came where it was time to leave. You made sure to pack your things to make it look like you had quickly shoved everything in the bag and made a break for it. Your heart ached at leaving your home once again – you had grown fond of the fae living in the manor, getting used to daily tea times and lunches with everyone. You hoped they’d continue on bringing in people who needed help, maybe it could set an example for the Night Court – showing them change is possible, no matter how many centuries of ‘tradition’ had been standing.

At noon, you took one last look at the manor – its white walls had been repaired, stain glass windows casting colourful beams of light. The bushes were neatly trimmed, the vines arranged neatly and the flowers blooming brightly. Children played by the river, guards smiling nearby as they shrieked in joy. You didn’t allow yourself a second glance as you turned away, heading down the path towards the overgrowth in the direction of the border. It took you a few hours, but you didn’t mind. The sun warmed your skin, and you cherished it while you could – this court, so full of life, would be missed as you were thrown back into the palace that sucked the life out of you.

Your fae hearing picked up voices in the distance, and the tattoo on your sternum began to warm, proving Nesta was with them so it wasn’t a trap. Taking a deep breath, you ran your hands through your hair to make it look messy from hours of running. You grabbed a thorn branch, gritting your teeth as you scraped your arm across it, drawing blood. It stung, but you had to look like someone who was fleeing for their lives.

Taking a breath, you ran, crashing through the bushes. It took only a few seconds to reach the clearing, and you burst through the ferns, and nearly crashed into Cassian.

The Illyrian general stood next to Nesta, siphons glowing and ready to attack what he must have assumed as a perceived threat. Those wings flared behind him, one curling around Nesta as if protecting her.

Nesta.

The eldest Archeron’s grey eyes widened as she saw you, and you noticed her face was less hollow than before. You could no longer see her collarbones jutting through, and her arms were fuller with muscle. Training had put life back in her body, and she looked beautiful. Her golden brown hair was braided in its usual style, and you wanted nothing more than to wrap your arms around her.

But you couldn’t.

Eris stood a few feet away, blinking in feigned surprise. He was dressed much more formally than the other week, fingers clad in expensive rings that matched his robes. His red hair was tied half up half down, your favourite style of his.

“(Y/N)?” Cassian said, brows furrowing. His siphones dimmed. “What are you doing here?”

“A guard…” You panted, feigning breathlessness. “He found me out. I couldn’t get to him fast enough. He’ll tell Tamlin.”

“What does he know?” Cassian demanded, staring you down.

“That I was sending a letter to Azriel,” You willed tears into your eyes, acting as the desperate girl from Spring Court they believed you to be. “The rest of the writing was too smudged to read but he saw Azriel’s name. I’m so sorry, I failed.”

Cassian huffed, annoyed. “Shit. This isn’t good.”

“If you don’t mind me asking,” Eris piped up. “Would someone mind explaining to me what’s going on here?”

“We mind.” Cassian snapped. “It’s none of your business, Eris.”

“I object, brute.” Eris said calmly. “She’s from Tamlin’s court, and she’s seen me here with you. I see that as a problem.”

“If you’re implying we kill her, I’ll rip your throat out.” Nesta growled at Eris, who only blinked in response.

Cassian threw a puzzled glance at Nesta’s sudden fierceness, then looked back to you. You shifted your gaze to the floor, acting embarrassed.

“We have to take you home.” The general said, ignoring Nesta and Eris. “If you’ve been found out, we’re in deep shit.”

“That you are.” A growl sounded from the lily bushes behind you. Tamlin burst from the bushes in golden beast form, green eyes assessing and marking each one of them.

Tamlin snarled, low and deep, and Cassian’s Siphons flared. “We were just leaving,” Cassian said with steady calm, hand reaching for Nesta’s. You froze at the action, unable to stop your eyes from going to Nesta’s. Hers were wide, lips pursed.

I can explain later. Her familiar voice sounded in your head. You resisted the urge to snort, pissed she had ignored you for weeks.

“With a traitor? I don’t think so.” Tamlin growled, guttural and harsh. “You will come back with me, (Y/N).”

“You will not touch us.” Nesta’s eyes glowed as she spoke.

“I have every right to kill trespassers in my land.” He responded, but didn’t move forward.

“Are these still your lands?” Nesta asked coolly, stepping out from behind Cassian. “Last I heard, you don’t bother to rule them anymore.”

“Watch your mouth.” Tamlin hisses.

Nesta ignored him and said, “I suggest you keep your maw shut about this.”

Tamlin bristled, hackles rising. “You’re exactly as nasty as your sister said you were.”

Nesta laughed. “I’d hate to disappoint.”

You watched as she held his emerald stare, knowing silver flames flickered in her own. “I went into the Cauldron because of you,” she said softly, and you could have sworn thunder grumbled in the distance.

“Elain went into the Cauldron because of you,” Nesta went on. Her fingertips glowed, and you saw silver embers flaring there. “I don’t care how much you apologize or try to atone for it or claim you didn’t know the King of Hybern would do such a thing or that you begged him not to do it. You colluded with him. Because you thought Feyre was your property.”

Nesta pointed at Tamlin. The ground shook.

Cassian swore behind her, and your body trembled as it felt her power. The tattoo sang, mirroring the power of silver fire. It made your bones shake, and you gritted your teeth to contain your reaction. Eris glanced over at you, a flicker of concern crossing his face.

Tamlin shrank from her outstretched finger, claws digging into the earth. “Put that finger down, you witch.”

Nesta smiled. “I’m glad you remember what happened to the last person I pointed at.” She lowered her arm. “We’re going now.”

She stepped back to where Cassian was already waiting, arms open. He wrapped them around her waist. You stepped forward too, cringing as Cassian’s other arm wrapped around you. Nesta glanced to Eris, who gave her a shallow, approving nod, then vanished.

“I’m sorry, Tamlin.” You said, voice shaking as you told him exactly what the two of you planned. “I never meant for this to happen.”

“I am your High Lord,” Tamlin growled. “And you betrayed me by telling on me to the Night Court. Get back here at once and answer for your crimes.”

“She will do no such thing.” Nesta said to Tamlin before they shot into the skies, “Tell anyone about any of this, High Lord, and I’ll rip your head from your body, too.”

Cassian launched the three of you into sky, back in the direction of the Night Court. You squeezed your eyes shut, not wanting to see how the Spring Court grew smaller and smaller beneath you.

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[thecultofmalcom]

So. Its out. This is obviously pretty awesome sauce (sorry not sorry jas) and like.

wow.

so it started, middle/late 2011, almost 12 years ago. Some silly little university kids making a stupid horror puppet show. Becky Sloan and Joseph Pelling, creating Dont Hug Me Im Scared. What a way to start of the 2010s huh.

After a series of short videos, created for the Kickstarter, the sequel was created. Tony The Talking Clock was he spectacle of 2014 tumblr, eventually winning the most coveted title a fictional outcast could probably get, ‘Tumblr Sexyman.’ The fandom at this time was WILD, with the whole IceHell genre and the ‘Paige x Tony’ fanatics. Not to mention that kids react video.

At this same year, my personal skrunkle scrimblo came around. The Love Cult was introduced by the ringleader Shrignold, worshipping a stone who they fed gravel. Nobody knows why or how the living FUCK they managed to start a cult like this, but here we go. This was the first time the gang was seen outside, and this circled around Yellow Guy (whos a pig??)

Along comes 2015, introducing the absolute LEGEND, COLIN. THE. COMPUTER. Legend in the making, stupid self absorbed fucktwat, and the computery guy!! Also, the outro was a bop. By now, the DHMIS community had grown a fanbase, the watch count of the series so far over 3 Million!!1!

AND NOW. THIS IS WHEN SHIT GETS REAL!!

dhmis five. the talking point of every internet kids trauma. This episode was about being helfy!,2 Joined by the silly goofy Healthy Band, duck guy and yellow (red guy, whered he go?) learned all about why you shouldnt eat food from a strangers plate!! What made DHMIS special was its unsettling gore, which was shown perfectly in the scene where duck gets his. organs took out! graphically! Awesome!

then the finale came. dhmis 6, 2016, 6. years ago now. 6 whole years. introducing the harsh reality of the real world, the absoloute CHAD which we call Larry, Lars, Larson, Lamp Guy, THE LAMP1!11 Teaching (drunk, on drugs, sleep deprived, who knows?) yellow guy all about the wonderful dreams you can have, including eating a drink, buying a hat, losing your friends and drowning in oil of course! This episode was what made this whole puppet show a real nightmare. skrunkle yellow guy gets (unfortunately) mind-tortured by all the teachers, including the saxaphone. still really wanna know how to buy a canoe. At the end, we finally found out who was the brains behind all of this, none other than yellow guys DAD himself, ROY. This is why, perhaps, this whole fever dream nightmare was based around June 19th Fathers day. This is what, we all though, the end was. 5 years of youtube wonder, Becky Joe and Baker created a phenomenon that shocked the internet in perhaps a million different ways. But the positive feedback was overwhelming, woohoo!

By now, the improvement was MASSIVE. as shown below :

And now. This is when we all thought it was over. Until 2 years later, in 2018, all hope was lost. Until those 2 words,

WAKEY WAKEY!!

this was a 30 second short trailer for the DHMIS Pilot, showing at the 2019 Sundance film festival!

This is where it gets a bit weird, because not only is the original Wakey Wakey deleted, the full thing was never shown anywhere else. the only surviving footage of this was the bad quality pirated videos , with those 2 girls laughing thunderously in the background. A new sexyman, MEAN STEVE (🤤, sorry not sorry) WAS INTRODUCED! WE ALL WANNA SEE HIM IN HIS FULL METAL STICK GLORY! But nah we didnt get that. We didnt get a show, which we all because suspicious of.

well. thats what we thought.

2020. the year of the corona. no hope, isolation. until a lovely woman named Becky Sloan posted a lil thing on her instagram. ‘Were making a tv shooowwww! 📺👀📺👀📺👀📺👀’ AND THIS IS WHERE IT GOT WILDER AWESOMER EPICER!!! WE WAITED AND WE WAITED AND WE FINALLY GOT SOME CONFIRMATION! THIS WAS AWESOME! it got picked up by a charity project by the name of BFI YAC,, hoping to pick up on small industries work! AND IT DID!

time went by, still no show. we all thought it was over, cancelled, whatever.

2021 ROLLS PAST.

FILMING WAS WRAPPED! IN THE TIME WE WERE ALL GRIEVING AT THE THOUGHTS OF NO TV SHOW, THEY WERE WORKING ON IT THE WHOLE TIMEEE!!

‘WAKEY WAKEY’ as the fandom called it at the time, was coming!

now we wait. until FEB 25 2022. They finished the final sound recording. It was all done, we were all waiting for that special day, June 19th

, Fathers day. , 3 months ago.

and what did we get?

FLY.

THE TRAILER FOR THE NEW SHOW, PREMIERING CHANNEL 4 IN SEPTEMBER!! OH !EM GEE!

Now, we were all anticipating for the new series, we waited EXTREMELY PATIENTLY for this, 4-5 years no less. Honestly we shoulda won an award for the most patient fandom at this point.

SEPTEMBER 2022!

WE GOTTA GET THINGS READY FOR THS BIG DAY! BIG DAY! THE TRAILER WAS OUT! COMING SEPTEMBER 13TH!

but then, disaster struck! ohh no!

HRH Queen Elizabeth fell ill and kicked the bucket. Obviously , this meant not only is the country in ruins now lol! (fuck liz truss basically) But the show (we thought) was in jeopardy! (not really) The 10 days of mourning began, and the All 4 Website announced that the show would be slightly delayed, but coming this month.

THIS MONTH! NOW! FRIDAY 23RD, 2022. THE BIG DAY HAS ARRIVED! 6 SHINING BRAND NEW EPISODES, PREPARED FOR THE BIG TV DEBUT FRIDAY 30TH SEPTEMBER!

THE IMPROVEMENT, BY NOW WAS STUNNING AWESOME EPIC!! LOOKLOOKLOOK!

this new series, which is 1 day old!! fresh new awesome! is AMAZING! 3 WHOLE HOURS FULL OF OUR FAVE TRAFFIC LIGHT TRIO!

(Yes. we know, you still find red guy sexy.)

(AND COLIN. AND THE LAMP. AND A BIT OF TONY TOO!)

JUST THREE OF THEM! CLAYHILL HAD, UNFORTUNATELY, SHRIVELLED UP OR SOMETHING! (I RECKON)

this was obviously a sign that Wakey Wakey is now Lost Media. But we got this! all thanks to that one silly dumb stupid epic 3 minute long short on youtube, made by 2 people, in their free time, DONT HUG ME IM SCARED!

This post is basically, appreciation for Becky Joe and Baker, and the fandom, and everyone who helped in the making of this phenomenon!

Along the way, we’ve encountered our askblogs, most notably @sketchbook-and-tony-adventures !! And the awesome, probably most noted artists of DHMIS tumblr, the epic awesome amazing @amii-stuff @frootrollup? whats the username again? @hecklefreckled & @bernold ! Obviously more as well but i honestly dont remember the usernames :/ And our epic news sharer @creative-time !! Thanks you guys! And some awesome others, like @creechurfoundincheckerboardvoid @dhmispaint and the bezzie mate @xzumichannn !! Woohoo! Thank you guys so much, without this crazy massive fandom, we probably wouldnt have even got this far, crazy right!

So far, the best moments of this 2011-2022 era for me have been

- ‘Where are all you nasty clockfuckers! did you finally fuck that clock?’

- Sketch has a small face

- LisWeegee Adventures In Lurning dubs

- Whoever the heck that spanish dhmis gacha person is!

- That one ‘No bitches’ meme with shrignold :

- My amazing askblog i could never be bothered to do!

- Whoever that tiktok guy is

- “FREELANCERS DESERVE TO DIE!”

- Money Man. Deserves to be a sexyman fr!

- “BYE GUYS! I LOVE YOU!”

- Hearing the first few seconds of the first episode intro. those bells man. something, a feeling im never gonna feel again. ever. something i could experience only once.

The only bad thing. LAMPS SOBERED UP?? WHERED THE DRUGGIE INSOMNIAC VOICE GO?

Anyways. I love yall your all awesome, were finally trending on tumblr again, and we all have worms in our brain!

What have we got to look forward to now?

- DELTARUNE NEW CHAPTERS, 2023? The finale will probably be ready for 2027…

thats literally it. sorry. Hazbin Hotels coming to tv? i guess? lol.

this is obviously a national highlight of 2022 🥱 well no. Its internationally an internet milestone. duh!

LONG LIVE DHMIS!!

[the-bluerecluse]

Health Class

MHA- Dekubowl (Deku x everyone (but really just Deku x Class 1a minus Mineta cause he got expelled or something idk fuck him)) | SFW Omegaverse

Summary: Izuku Midoriya has entered UA High in the hero course. The school has a health class that teaches all about the intricacies of secondary genders, and it gets him thinking about his status as an omega and what it means for him, and how it affects his relationships.

Intro to my OmegaDekuBowl series

SFW Angst/Fluff

inspiration: https://archiveofourown.org/series/1539151 // https://archiveofourown.org/series/1701352

Thank you so much to @cozysafechaotic for being my beta! Really appreciate it.

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“Come along, quickly now, we are to be in health class in 5 minutes!” An Alpha, Tenya Iida, gently ushered his friends down the hall: a brown-haired beta, Uraraka, and the green-haired omega, Midoriya.

Midoriya, the omega. The only omega to make it into the UA hero course that year and only the second one in the entire UA hero program, with the other one being Tamaki Amijiki in year three. 

An omega trying to be a hero, to many, was laughable. Their society had come a long way in breaking down stereotypes and gender roles for secondary gender, but it was by no means perfect. 

And, as one can imagine, growing up both omega AND quirkless? To say it was hard would be an understatement. Only about 20% of the population was quirkless, but most of that number were older people as the amount of children being born with quirks was always increasing. On top of that, only about 11% of the population was omega, with omegas becoming rarer and rarer. For Midoriya to be unlucky enough to be born both? Less than 2%.

But he persevered. And there he was, Izuku Midoriya, a 1st year hero course UA student. 

UA so far had been insane, Midoriya thought to himself. They’d already been attacked by villains in what had been dubbed the USJ incident. Highschool itself was already challenging, add on hero classes, villain attacks, and being an omega, and you had a recipe for one headache of a year. 

At least he could take a moment to breathe in his normal classes.

“I believe we’ll be starting the A/B/O section today.” Iida commented as they walked.

“ABO?” Midoriya questioned. That was new. So far it had been a normal health class like he had had in middle school.

“It stands for Alpha Beta Omega, it’s a section to teach students about their secondary genders.”

“That’s good, cause we don’t really learn that stuff anywhere in middle school.” Uraraka added. “In fact, I think you’re the first omega I’ve ever met, Deku.” 

“U-Uraraka, that was very rude!” Iida sputtered indignantly.

Midoriya put his hands up in a placating gesture. “It’s alright, Iida, really.” He let his arms dangle back to his sides as they continued walking to their class. “I haven’t taken a class about this kinda thing, either. Being an omega hasn’t been… easy, but it’s something about myself I need to understand.”

“I commend your commitment to learning, Midoriya! That’s exactly what this class should be about.” Iida chopped his hands in the air as they entered the class. They took their seats and settled as Present Mic made his grand entrance.

“You young listeners are finally getting educated on A/B/O studies, AKA, your secondary genders! People are pushing to get you kids to learn this stuff younger, but we’re stuck only teaching you this stuff when your secondary genders just start acting up, high school! Scents, pack instincts, ruts and heats, we’ll learn it all. So don’t miss it, yeah!” Their teacher pulled a pose and some students sighed as they all took out notebooks and writing utensils. 

Midoriya cringed at some of what Present Mic was saying. They were gonna talk about heats? 

Let’s just hope that isn’t today.

“Let’s do the basics, today, so you better take notes, ya dig?” Present Mic pointed at a few notes on the board and the class began.

…

Midoriya looked over his notes as the class came to a close. As Present Mic said, they went over the basics, like what the secondary genders were and what roles they played, historically, in packs.

He had felt particularly uncomfortable as Present Mic described the fact that omegas used to be expected to carry the children of multiple alphas over their lifetime. Packs used to be solely for mating purposes, however, now, packs didn’t have to be sexual. Apparently, they didn’t even have to be romantic, though that was the norm. They didn’t have to have any breeding or intimate contact at all.

‘Don’t have to be sexual, huh?’ He had never thought about it that way. He had decided a while ago to never join a pack because he had no interest in bearing children, but if they don't have to involve children, maybe one day he could be in a pack…

No. Midoriya shook his head. ‘For now, I have a goal. If I’m gonna be number one, then nothing should distract me. I don’t even have time to think about packs right now. Just cause I’m an omega doesn’t mean I have to be in a pack. I’m going to be my own hero. I’m going to be an independent omega and the number one hero!’

…

Midoriya was on his way to health class by himself today. Usually he was with Uraraka and Iida, sometimes Todoroki, too. Today he had lagged behind with a quick trip to the restroom, leaving him by himself as he walked the hall.

It allowed him to lose himself in his thoughts, though, without anyone to ground him. He couldn’t help but think about the recent incident with Stain. That villain was haunting his thoughts and he couldn’t get them out.

“Hey, Midoriya!” A familiarly smug voice called. 

The omega turned to see Monoma and a few from class B. Their class was nearby so they were probably going there as a group. One beta, Awase, and two alphas, Kendo and… Monoma.

“You’ve been flaunting yourself pretty well, huh? Well, don’t think I haven’t noticed!” 

Midoriya couldn’t help his total and utter confusion. Flaunting? What was he talking about?

“Monoma, don’t start.” Kendo growled. 

“Anyone with eyes can see you’ve got your class wrapped around your little finger. Don’t think that just ‘cause you’re an omega that you can charm your way to the top!”

Midoriya flinched and slapped his hands across his neck scent glands. He could feel the telltale signs of tears beginning to well up but managed to keep them at bay. His inner omega was saying ‘Run!’ but years of getting used to bullying was saying ‘Stay calm!’ Both were at war in his head as his breathing quickened.

“I thought you Class A jerks were supposed to be better than us, but of course one of you had to be a flirty little omega, huh? This is just one reason why omegas shouldn’t be in the hero program!” Monoma burst out into terrifying laughter before receiving a hefty blow to the head, courtesy of Kendo. 

“I’m so sorry about him.” Kendo bowed and grabbed Monoma by the scruff of his neck. 

“Yeah, sorry, Midoriya.” Awase apologized, rubbing the back of his neck.

“It’s fine.” Midoriya forced out, a little more high-pitched than usual, before running to his next class. 

A flirt? Charming his way to the top? Was he letting out too much scent? Did… did people really think he was trying to attract people? 

Maybe I should start wearing a collar. He thought to himself. 

The omega paused once he arrived outside the classroom and took a breath, trying to keep the tears away. He slowly took his hands from his scent glands and walked in, putting on his best everything-is-okay smile. 

He sat down right in the nick of time, with Present Mic filing in shortly after. He caught a curious glance from Todoroki and a worried one from Iida, but class was starting so they couldn’t confront him about it.

“Now listen up, little listeners, you’re teens working to be heroes, let’s not act like little kids about this, kay? This is just biology we all need to know. So don’t make it weird.”

That wasn’t a good start to a class. Midoriya had little time to prepare himself before Present Mic wrote the dreaded words on the board. 

“Time to talk about heats and ruts!” 

He wanted to sink into oblivion right there and then. 

Their teacher wrote a few bullet points on the board. “Heats and ruts are cycles that typically happen three to four times a year. When you're young, they’re usually inconsistent and can be pretty debilitating the first couple of times before your body gets used to your hormonal changes. This is the body becoming fertile and ready for a mate.”

Midoriya felt his entire face go red as he focused on scribbling down his notes. 

“Alphas have ruts and omegas have heats. Ruts are known to be significantly less debilitating and obstructive than heats as they only last two days as opposed to a heat which lasts about a week. Ruts will increase an alpha’s aggression, territorial behavior, anxiety, and susceptibility to a feral state. Just like heats, they will also increase the body’s temperature to an often uncomfortable degree.”

Midoriya, though very uncomfortable, was grateful for this class, as he was learning new things he would be even more uncomfortable looking up online. Of all the ways to learn, class had the least chance of seeing accidental breeding porn. 

“As for heats, they typically have a longer period between cycles than ruts, though not by much. There is also a period known as pre-heat where an omega will present ‘motherly’ behavior such as coddling, cleaning, and cooking for pack mates and loved ones, and will typically crave plenty of physical contact. Once the heat starts, as you can imagine, they get really hot and start letting out heat pheromones, meant to tell alphas and betas they're ready for mating. They will have aching, abdominal cramping, high slick production, increased sensitivity, headaches, and will require much more water and food than normal. During peak heat, usually lasting only twelve hours, they will enter a semi-conscious state with little ability to sense their surroundings or move their body.”

Midoriya felt like he was going to die right then and there. It was bad enough to talk about this in class, but the worst part was he was the only omega. And everyone knew it. 

Not only that, but he did not know about some of those side effects. Now he was even more nervous about his first heat which had yet to happen.

“An alpha or omega’s first cycle will happen in middle school, though there have been some who presented as late as high school. During heats omega students are sent home to keep them safe. This is mandatory. However, since ruts are shorter and tend to be more manageable, it’s up to the student and their family if they wanna attend classes in person or stay home. Either way, since you all have internet connections, anyone can attend class remotely so you won’t have to worry about falling behind. For an omega’s peak heat, when they’re in that semi-conscious state we talked about earlier, they’re fully excused from classes.”

This was good information, Midoriya hummed in thought. When he did eventually get his heat, he’d be able to home and stay there for the week. He wouldn’t have to worry about attending class.

“Now, remember, this is extremely important, little listeners! No one can consent in a rut or heat, understand? Not unless it’s stated explicitly beforehand. Not that any of you should even be thinking about that kinda thing at this age!” 

Present Mic grabbed a large stack of papers and handed 5 to the front of each row, letting them take one and hand the rest back. 

“These are a collection of peer-reviewed studies on the dangers of young mating. You’re each gonna write me a short essay summarizing them and explaining why no one should be mating at a young age. I think you kids can pick up the message we’re putting down here.” 

There were a few sighs and eyerolls but they all complied. Midoriya was just grateful to stop talking about heats. 

…

Nothing was heard aside from the scratching of pencil on paper as students rushed to finish their mini-essays before the bell, lest they take them home and work on them there. Midoriya, however, had already finished, and was thinking to himself as his paper and pencil were set aside. 

He couldn’t get Monoma’s words out of his head.

Flirty. Charm. Flaunting. 

“This is just one reason why omegas shouldn’t be in the hero program!”

He… he said he had his class wrapped around his finger? Because of his gender? That couldn’t be true. 

They wouldn’t like him just because he’s an omega… would they?

The more he thought, the more distressed he grew. He had noticed a few alphas and some of the betas being kind of protective of him. He had assumed it was because he injured himself so regularly. 

Momo, Satou, and Ojiro had made him food in the past. It never occurred to him that maybe they only did that to… take care of the omega. 

It left a sour taste in his mouth. He didn't want it to. He enjoyed their gifts and… maybe even their attention. He felt happy with a sense of belonging.

It just felt different with Monoma’s words ringing in his head.

Speaking of ringing, there was the bell.

“Hey, Deku, are you alright?” Uraraka was at his desk in an instant.

“Midoriya, are you feeling well?” Iida was there too.

“Do you need anything?” Even Todoroki was there. What?

Oh. They probably smelled some distress pheromones when he first entered. 

“O-Oh, I’m fine. I was just, um… talking with Monoma.”

There was a pulse of alpha pheromones off Todoroki and Iida. 

“Did Monoma say something to upset you?” There was a nerve-wracking sternness in Iida’s voice.

“No! I-I mean… yes! Well, uh, a little?” 

“I’ll have a word with him.”

They were being protective of him, like he was their omega.

But he was no one’s omega. He wasn’t going to use his gender to charm people or get ahead. He was going to do things on his own!

“Guys, i-it’s fine. Let’s just drop it.” Midoriya stood up and gathered his things. Suddenly, he wanted to be alone.

…

This A/B/O section of health class was stretching on pretty long. They were now in dorms, living on campus pretty much all the time, and Midoriya had had a pretty intense but necessary fight with his longtime rival turned… friend? Kacchan. 

There’s just a lot of stuff to cover I guess.

Class 1a’s sole omega was just leaving health class, surrounded by a group composed of Todoroki, Bakugou, Iida, and Uraraka. The class had been covering courting: What it meant historically, but also what it looked like in modern day. It had Midoriya reeling, because, well…

His friends had been courting him.

The way they made food for him, or offered to do his laundry, or even gave physical gifts… They were courting the omega. 

At the beginning of the year, it would’ve hurt him, to be seen as just his gender, again.

But now he was starting to understand… his gender didn’t matter, at least, not to them. 

His relationship with his secondary gender was always going to be complicated… But, the least he could do is try to enjoy life and the people around him, despite what others might say.

Bakugou was really close to him as they walked back to the dorms. Chatter picked up between Midoriya, Iida, and Uraraka as usual, but Todoroki and Bakugou stayed quiet, also as usual. 

Ever since the fight at ground beta, Bakugou had been… kind of friendly with him. If Midoriya didn’t know any better, he’d even say Kacchan was being possessive of him.

But that’d be crazy. Right?

A few others from the class had arrived before they did and they seemed excited about something.

Kaminari and Kirishima were huddled around the tv while Mina was in the kitchen rummaging through the cabinets. 

“What are you extras up to?” Bakugou asked. He left the group that had seemed to form to approach what some had dubbed “The Bakusquad”, much to Bakugou’s irritation.

“Bakubro, hey!” Kirishima looked up from his huddle at the tv whilst Kaminari continued to fiddle with something.

“Hey, Blasty!” Mina greeted and turned to the nearby omega. “Hey, Mido! We were thinking that since we’re all in the dorms, let’s have a tradition. Friday movie night! We don’t have class tomorrow so we can all stay up together eating popcorn and junk!”

“Sounds awful.” Bakugou groused. 

“Sounds great!” Midoriya said at the same time. 

Mina squealed and hopped on her toes before turning to the two at the tv. “He said yes! We’re a go!” 

Kaminari and Kirishima cheered and pumped their fists in the air. 

Bakugou cocked an eyebrow and huffed. “Yeah, whatever.”

“Yes, a movie night sounds like a great idea for us all to become closer. Though we should all still retire to our rooms by curfew!” Iida said, chopping his hands in the air. 

“Yeah, curfew, sure, class prez.” Mina scoffed. “Hey, Mido, you wanna pick what movie we watch first?” 

The greenette blinked. “Eh? Me?”

“Sure, why not?” 

“Um… well.” 

“You wanna watch an All Might movie, don’t you?” Bakugou sneered. 

Midoriya ducked his head. 

“We can watch an All Might movie, Mido, no prob.” Mina assured him. “As long as we can find it on some streaming service. Between me, Kami, and Kiri, we have 4 streaming services. Kami’s getting the hdmi set up so we can connect the screen to our laptops.”

Midoriya smiled brightly. “So… would you wanna watch All Might Vs SuperTron? It’s based off a large battle from All Might’s Silver Age not many know about. It takes some creative liberties but it really pays off!” 

“Yeah, sure. Sounds fun!” Mina playfully ruffled Midoriya’s hair. The greenette recoiled and giggled at the gesture. In response to the adorable display, she bit her lip and squealed. “You’re so cute!” She turned and ran to the two at the tv. “Guys, we’re looking for an All Might movie with a super robot, I think?”

“You guys gonna watch the movie, too?” Midoriya looked to his group of friends with a hopeful smile. 

“Of course, sounds fun!” Uraraka said.

“Sure.” Todoroki agreed. 

“I will send a group text to invite the rest of our class as well.” Iida announced. 

“Great!” Midoriya was absolutely beaming. This was perfect. Some time with his friends was just what he needed. 

…

For the first ever Friday movie night of the dorms, everyone in the class attended, even Bakugou, who seemed to be tolerating it more than anything. Midoriya grabbed one of the three bowls of popcorn the class had made and approached the living area. 

The couch was taken up with Bakugou, Iida, Todoroki, and Kirishima, with one spot left open between the redhead and the blonde. Many students had gone to their rooms to bring down various pillows and blankets, making a sort of palette for people to lay and sit on. 

“C’mon, Midobro, we saved you a spot!” Kirishima called. 

“No, Deku, sit next to us!” Uraraka called from her spot on the floor. The girls were sat together forming a sort of semicircle with space in the middle. 

“There’s room for you here, ribbit.” Tsu added. 

“We snagged some candies from downtown. Sit over here.” Sero shook a box of candies in the air and gestured for Midoriya to join him and Kaminari.

“Uh, um… I guess I'll, uh….” The omega stammered, not wanting to turn anyone down. 

“Oi, Deku. Get your ass over here and watch the damn movie.” 

“Sure, Kacchan.” Midoriya quickly sat next to him without thinking. There were a few disappointed sighs from other students but he ignored them. 

“Alright guys, Midoriya’s picked first. All Might versus Supertron!” Mina announced and hit ‘play’ on the laptop connected to the screen. 

The movie started and Midoriya was smiling so hard he felt his cheeks hurt. He leaned to the side and let out a satisfied sigh, not noticing it was Bakugou he had leaned into. The alpha looked down at him as his expression softened just the slightest bit before turning his attention back to the movie. 

In the middle of the movie, Momo and Iida got up to cook stew for dinner, so by the time it ended, it was ready. 

Midoriya started to get up to go get him a bowl but Kirishima stopped him. “Don’t worry, bud, I’ll get you some.” He said and left for the kitchen.

“Okay, if it’s not too much trouble.” 

“No worries!”

“Deku, that movie was great!” Uraraka shouted. 

“Yeah, so cool. The actor playing All Might was super cute, too.” Mina agreed. 

“Those special effects on Supertron were killer!” Kaminari said. 

“Really? You guys liked it?” 

“Yeah!” Multiple students responded. Midoriya was absolutely beaming. 

“I’m so glad you like it! It’s one of my favorite All Might movies. It’s definitely my favorite from the Silver Age, and this actor is one of the better All Might actors I’ve seen, probably the best at portraying his fearlessness and kindness. My favorite part would probably have to be-” Midoriya rambled excitedly about the movie and most of his class just sat back and listened, smiling at his excitement. 

Eventually Kirishima came back with three bowls. One for him, one for Bakugou, and one for Midoriya. 

“Thanks, Kirishima!”

“Whatever, Shitty Hair.” 

The two took their bowls and utensils and began eating. 

“Oh, wow. This is great. Iida, Jirou, you did a great job!” Midoriya said. The two classmates in question smiled and thanked him for the compliment. 

Eventually everyone was sat in the living area and eating stew whilst chatting amongst themselves. 

As people began to finish and take their bowls back to the kitchen, Bakugou headed up to his room for an early turn in, as was common for him. 

With Bakugou gone, the girls finally convinced Midoriya to join them on the floor, though Todoroki and Iida didn’t seem too happy about it. 

“We’re putting on a Pack-Together story, guys. It's a good one, trust me.” Mina announced as she cued up the next movie: ‘Betas Together.’ She quickly took back her seat among the girls next to Midoriya and threw an arm around him. “This’ll be great.” 

“You’re gonna love it, Deku.” Uraraka said, sitting on the opposite side of Mina.

“It should be greatly enjoyable for all of us.” Momo agreed as she gently held on to his arm opposite the side Mina was attached to.

Midoriya felt his heart swell at the affection and his inner omega burst with joy. 

Throughout the movie, occasionally a friend would reach out to him, subtly beckoning him towards them. He’d end up drifting between people, almost passed around. He went from the center of the girls’ group, to sitting between Sero and Kaminari, to Tokoyami and Shoji, to Koda, and back to the couch with Todoroki, Iida, and Kirishima.

Midoriya was elated and his inner omega agreed. This felt right. This was where he was meant to be. Beside people who… cared about him.

Is this what a pack’s like? Being surrounded by people who love you and want you around? People with similar goals and ambitions? People who care about your interests and what you have to say? 

When I was young I thought packs were just for having kids. I guess because that’s what’s on tv, but like Present Mic was saying in class, anything can be a pack. It’s just a group of any genders who decide they want to be together.

Maybe… no, not now. One day, though, one day… Maybe I’ll be in a pack after all.

[abbatoirablaze]

Behind Closed Doors, Chapter 5

Word Count: 3.2k

Warnings: angst, mentions of aggression/throwing things.

“Hey, are you okay?”

You nodded reassuringly as he cupped your face in his hands.  Your lips trembled as he gave you a sad look.  You could see behind the worried expression in his face, to the exhaustion.  You reached up and stroked the back of his hand, “have you been sleeping?”

“Look at you, little bird,” he smirked, shaking his head, “I came here to rescue you from your gilded cage and all you can do is worry about how I’ve been sleeping.  (Y/N), I’m fine.”

“You look exhausted.”

“I’ve been worried about you,” he admitted after a second, his own sad smile taking over on his beautiful face, “ever since you reached out and told me about what was really going on between you and Chris, I-”

“You reached out first,” you reminded him, “after you saw those pictures in that magazine.”

“Like I said, I’ve been worried about you,” he replied simply, “I know how dead set you were in me not keeping contact when you and Chris found out you were pregnant...I was just trying to respect your wishes...but then when I saw that picture of him drunk, having a night on the town, and it said that he was filming in Calgary...you just gave birth...he should have been there for you.”

“The babies are month old, Sebastian.  He-”

“Should have stayed longer,” he said quickly, cutting you off, “if those babies were mine...if I’d just gotten to you first and we-”

“Sebastian, please...”

He frowned, but nodded, “I’m sorry.  I know this isn’t what you want to hear.  I just-”

“Can we get out of here?” you asked softly. 

He nodded once more, “yeah...of course.  I got an SUV so we could take whatever you wanted.  Made sure there is enough room so that we could fold down a row of seats if you need more space, but-”

“I just want to take their stroller...some clothes and all the care stuff like diapers, wipes, and HBA stuff...and their car seats.”

“You don’t want to take their cribs or toys?” he asked, “there’s plenty of room for it-”

“They sleep better when they sleep with me in the bed,” you admitted with a frown, “I just put a few pool noodles around the edges, not that they’ve wobbled anywhere near close to the edge, but they hate their cribs...even when I put them together, they don’t like being away from me…and as far as the toys...they could care less for the room full of crap that Chris bought.  Money doesn’t replace their father being absent.”

He nodded, “yeah...okay...show me where to go, and I’ll start putting stuff in the car while you get the twins ready.”

“Yeah!” you nodded.  He let go of you and you turned on your heel, making your way through the house.  Sebastian stopped when the two of you reached the bedroom. 

His breath stole away in his throat as he saw the two sleeping infants nestled right beside each other. 

“Shit...” he muttered softly, the realization of it all hitting him like a freight train, “th-they’re-,  well, they’re there…”   

You turned on your heel, a diaper bag already on your shoulder while you wheeled the suitcase beside him, “What?”

“They’re so small,” he whispered softly.  He took a step forward towards the bed, and Johnny shifted.  Shayla whimpered in her sleep, “I-I don’t know what I thought but...they’re so tiny.”

“They were born a few weeks early,” you admitted with a giggle as you passed off the suitcase and diaper bag, “What did you expect?  Full grown toddlers?”

He smiled and looked at you, “they’re beautiful...”

You stopped moving and looked at the twins.  They were so peaceful.  So serene.  As much as it pained you to admit it, ever since Chris left it was like a weight had been lifted from the three of you.  All the tension from the house was gone, and the twins seemed to settle in perfectly fine without him; falling into a comfortable sleep schedule, and easy routine. 

“They are, aren’t they?” you asked softly, “I-I knew what I signed up for when I agreed to do this whole thing...but I-I never really stopped to think about it.  I mean, I always wanted to be a mom...have a big family, but I never thought it was in my cards when I became an escort.”

“And then you and Chris happened...”

“Yeah...”

“Do-do you ever wonder what it would have been like if you didn’t agree to the thing with Chris?” he asked, hoping that it would lead to the conversation of him having a shot at you. 

You shrugged, “I would have met you...but-I think-I think that this was meant to happen first...if that makes sense...Sebastian...you know there’s obviously something between us.  I mean, I feel the chemistry too, but I don’t know what it would be like if me and Chris never happened.  D-do you think about it?”

“Yeah....I do...a lot...”

“And?”

“I think you’re right,” he admitted softly, “I mean, I definitely feel the chemistry too, but I think that me and you were meant to be friends first...but I’ll tell you one thing.”

“What’s that?”

“You’re definitely going to be the woman that I spend the rest of my life with.”

“Sebastian...”

“I know,” he chuckled, shaking his head once more, “that’s not what you want to hear.”

“I-I didn’t say that…I just-this thing with Chris…it’s…it’s a lot…and right now, I just want to get the hell out of here.”

He smiled and held his hand out, “well then...let’s get started with the rest of our lives...shall we?”

“God he’s such a good guy!”  

You felt the blush rising on your cheeks as Sebastian cooed at your daughter.  Shayla giggled excitedly, her little hands grabbing at his face.

“What are you doing, baby girl?” he teased, playfully as she giggled even more, “I’m gonna get your hands.  I’m gonna get those little fingers!”

She squealed as he kissed her hands every time they got close enough to his face. 

“(Y/N!)”

You looked back to Blake, “I’m sorry, what?”

“You okay?” she teased playfully, a smirk growing on her face as she nudged you with her hip.

“Oh, yeah...sorry.  I just-”

“It’s fine,” she smiled as she handed you yours and Sebastian’s coffees, “So...we know the kids aren’t his...but how close are you two, really?”

“What?”

“Come on,” she laughed as she sipped on her drink as you watched him calm down as his friend, and fellow co-star Chace, handed Johnny back to him when one of the guys walked over to join the boys and babies, “he’s tight-lipped about your relationship with him.  He says that you’re his assistant, but he’s the sweetest with your kids.  He hasn’t even looked in the direction of another woman since he brought you and the twins back.  And you’ve been with us for two months...”

Your blush grew deeper on your cheeks as you looked at him.  He was still heavily involved in giving all of his attention to the two playful three-month-olds.

“We-we’re just-taking it slow...”

“I knew it!” she grinned. 

“Blake...”

“Hey, don’t be ashamed!” she laughed, “we all knew there was something going on.”

“Right now...there isn’t,” you said with a shake of your head, “I left a very...complicated situation.  He’s been an amazing man, and friend by coming and helping me out of it.  He gave me a job and lets me stay with him...without him I-I probably would have stayed in that situation.”

“So...do you have feelings for him?”

Your heart lurched in your chest. 

You’d gone to shower after a long day of driving with Sebastian.  He’d insisted that the two of you get a hotel room for the evening after both of you had driven through the afternoon and well into the early evening.  And while you had initially rejected the idea, you were so grateful when you felt the hot water rolling down your back.

But when you’d come out of the bathroom, and you saw that the twins were tucked into both of his arms, and the three of them were asleep.

Game over.

Every hormone in your body was working double-time. 

You wanted to cry. 

You wanted to jump his bones. 

You felt happiness...sadness...every emotion under the sun.

Why wasn’t Chris ever like that with the twins?

Why hadn’t they accepted him as much, or as easily as they seemed to accept Sebastian?

“Sebastian....” you whispered softly, hoping that you could wake him, and he could slip out from the twins and grab a shower for himself, “Sebastian...I’m done.  You can grab a shower if you want.”

“C’mere!” he yawned, his eyes still closed as he gestured for you to join him on the bed, “come and join us...”

“You should grab a shower!” you said softly, “we spent a long time in the car...”

He sighed, his eyes opening ever so slightly.  You felt like it was hard to breathe as his eyes met yours, “you look beautiful like that...”

“Wh-what?” you asked, the word getting choked up in your throat, “li-like a wet rat?”

“You look like you washed away the stress from the past year in that shower...”

“Yeah,” you admitted, “I think I might have...”

He sucked in his cheeks as he stared at you.  His voice held a twinge of jealousy to it, “well...would you look at the happy little family...”

Your heart felt like it stopped in your chest as you saw your ex standing, waiting for you to arrive at the apartment, “Ch-Chris...what are you doing here?”

His jaw twitched and he crossed his arms over his chest as his stance widened.  It felt like he was taking up most of the room in the hall, his body blocking the entrance to Sebastian’s apartment, “I got done filming (Y/n)...”

“Oh...”

“Found your little note that you left on the dresser,” he scoffed angrily, “how could you just leave when I was at work?  How did you think it was okay to just pick up and leave...with my children.”

You could hear the anger in his tone.  You took a step back, the stroller moving back a beat as Sebastian stepped between the two of you, “Look...I’m okay with the two of you talking, but you’re going to do it inside, not create a scene, and be respectful to her, Chris.  She’s the mother of your children.”

His jaw twitched once more, and he glared at you. 

“Chris!”

You felt your throat go dry as the two of you stared at one another in some sort of Mexican standoff.  But after a pregnant pause, Chris stepped aside, holding his hands up in defense, “open the door...”

Sebastian looked back to you, “you okay with this?”

“Yeah,” you said after another second, “You’re right...he-he is the twin’s father...we should talk.”

He nodded once more and turned towards the apartment.  Pulling the keys from his pocket he unlocked the door and gestured for Chris to walk in. 

He did so, but not before giving you another look.  You took short, quick steps, reaching the door a moment after he went through it.  Sebastian put a hand on your arm, “hey...I see what’s going on in your eyes...he’s not going to do anything to take the children away from you.  He signed that contract too!  Remember that.”

You nodded, biting back your worry as you pushed through the door.  The stroller stopped in the living room, and you kissed both of the twins before you felt Sebastian’s hand on your lower back.  You turned and he handed you the two bags of groceries, “want to put these away and start a pot of coffee?  I’ll get the twins out of the stroller and set them up for tummy time.”

You gave a nervous nod and traded off the bags for the babies, making your way behind the island as he started unbuckling the twins, “(Y/N) is going to make some coffee.”

“I don’t want coffee,” Chris growled as he shot you another look.  You turned on the coffee maker before turning your attention to the groceries, “I came here to talk about my kids.”

“And we can do that,” Sebastian said softly as he pulled Johnny from the stroller and set him down on the play mat and pillow that propped him up for tummy time, “but we’re going to calm down...both of you.”

“How the fuck do you expect me to be any calmer, Stan?” Chris asked, “she ran away with my kids while I was off filming?  How the hell would you feel if it was your kids?  FUCK!  You fucking helped her do it!  We’re supposed to be friends!”

“Well, I can tell where your priorities are already,” he said quickly, shooting him a look as he retrieved Shayla and set her down beside Johnny before turning on an educational show he’d recorded on his DVR for them, “you’ve already been in their presence for five or ten minutes and still haven’t acknowledged them and instead chose to curse about my decisions in helping your ex.”

“Don’t tell me where my priorities are Sebastian!” he hissed. 

“Well, they’re happy and healthy...in case you were wondering,” he said with a shrug, “They just had a checkup and some shots for vaccinations last week...again, in case you were wondering.”

Chris looked down at the twins for a second and you frowned. 

You could see the regret in his eyes as he looked at them. 

You knew that deep down he did love the twins.  He just wasn’t the best at showing it.

“They’re smart...and sweet...they love all of Sebastian’s co-stars on Gossip Girl...”

“I shouldn’t have to have found out that you were leaving through a note,” he grumbled, shooting you another look, “you shouldn’t have left.”

“Sebastian offered me a job,” you admitted as you poured three cups of coffee, “He saw that I was alone with the twins...he saw that I needed away from the house...and you told me to leave anyways...”

“I told you to think about it.”

“After you realized that I have primary custody of the children.”

“Why are you doing this to me?” he asked, taking a few steps towards you, his voice raising ever so slightly, “why are you doing this to us?”

“Chris-”

“No, (Y/N) we-” He stopped speaking when Shayla immediately started crying.  Turning around, he sighed, stalking towards her, “Shit...”

“I got her!” Sebastian said slowly, also making his way towards the babies.

“Back off, Sebastian...she’s my daughter!” he growled, “I think I can calm down my own child!”

Sebastian took a step back, holding his hands up, “Okay.”

Chris stopped just short of the mat and bent over, picking up the crying infant in a quick swoop.  Immediately she started screaming, her head wobbling around as she searched for something familiar.  Your heart raced as you knew who she was searching for, as she made grabby hands in his direction when she spotted him just a few feet away. 

Between sobs and screams, she was babbling, and you knew she was trying to call for Sebastian.

“Chris-”

“I GOT HER!” he growled firmly, his voice raising even more.  His timber scared Shayla, and she began screaming bloody murder as she continuously reached for Sebastian.  He looked at you, and you raced around the island, snatching her from Chris’ hands before he knew what you were doing. 

Shayla stopped screaming when she noticed you were holding her, but she was inconsolable as she continued to reach for Sebastian.  You could see the fear in your son’s eyes as he saw his sister crying, and you bent over to scoop him up as well.

“Want me to take her?” Sebastian offered.

“Please...” you begged, walking back over to him. 

“Come here princess!” he cooed, reaching out for her.  The infant leaned out, and he caught her in his arms, immediately holding her against himself, shushing and cooing her.  She nuzzled herself into his neck, and her sobs turned into quiet whimpers as he rocked her.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” he growled, “she won’t shut the hell up for me, her actual father, but she’ll calm down the second she’s in his arms?  Were you fucking him, (Y/N?)  Is he the twins real father?

“Chris-”

“She wants him...fucking him!” he growled.

“Because he’s been there for them!  Not you!  She doesn’t fucking know you, Chris!” you growled back in response, finally snapping at him, “the first month of her life she barely knew what was going on, but after your parents and siblings left after that first week, you became disengaged.  You never picked them up.  You never held them or chased away their fears.   You just bought gifts and told me to hire a nanny before disappearing.  Sebastian helps.  He changes their diapers.  He bathes them.  He engages them.  Rocks them to sleep.  Feeds and loves them.  Of course Shayla and Johnny are attached to him!”

“Are you fucking him?”

Your throat went dry once more as you looked at him, “excuse me?”

“You heard what I said,” he said in a low tone, “are you fucking him?”

“No, you asshole.  I’m not fucking Sebastian...”

“This is a one bedroom,” he said firmly, eyes darting down the hall, “where do you sleep?  Where do the kids sleep?”

“I sleep on the couch!” Sebastian said honestly, “it’s not what you’re thinking, C-”

“I didn’t fucking ask you, Stan!”

“I sleep in his bed...the kids sleep in his bed.  With ME!” you hissed, “Sebastian sleeps on the couch!  For Christ’s sakes, the pillows and blankets are folded up behind you!  Anything else you want to know?”

His jaw twitched and he walked over to the island in silence.  His hands cupped the mug of coffee that you’d poured for him, but he didn’t lift it to his lips.

“So, this is it,” he asked, “just going to move in with some guy?  Run off with my kids?”

“Sebastian isn’t some guy, Chris...”

“Do you love him?”

“Chris...”

He whipped around, his hand launching the coffee cup against the wall.  The ceramic shattered and the coffee went everywhere.  Both of the twins started screaming and crying over the loud noise, “BE FUCKING HONEST WITH ME, (Y/N)!”

“Chris...I’m going to say this once,” Sebastian said in a low, warning tone, “leave my apartment...right now.  Or I’m calling the cops...You and I both know that the last thing you need right now is the cops being called on you.  Think about it.  The press…do you really want to start this kind of PR over a temper tantrum you’re having?”

“You’re un-fucking-believable,” he scoffed, running his hand over his mouth while the two of you tried to soothe the twins, “fucking Sebastian Stan...take my girlfriend...my kids-”

“He didn’t do anything but help me get out of a bad situation,” you hissed, “we aren’t together.  He’s just there for me.  He’s there for the kids!  You aren’t!”

“I was trying to provide for you.  For them.  FOR US!”

“Chris...you’re scaring your kids...do the right thing.  Just go!”

“I’m going!” he said firmly, cutting Sebastian off.  He started walking towards the door, shaking his head.  He sniffled and turned towards you as his hand reached for the door.  Part of your heart ached as you saw the tears in his eyes, “I hope you’re happy, (Y/N).”

“Chris-”

“You’re a fucking leech!  You’re taking my family out from under me because I got her first…and that’s fucking low,” he growled, cutting Sebastian off as he gave him a final look, “you’re a no-name, no talent leech and you’ll always stay that way…some fucking soap opera wannabe…go to hell, Sebastian.”  

Chapter 6

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My ex boyfriend has been stalking me and harassing me for months and I truly don’t know what to do because even though he doesn’t know where I live he always finds me on social media and I don’t know how. I don’t go by my real name anywhere and I constantly change usernames. I’m even scared posting this even though as of right now he has no clue this account exists but if he finds it he will message me and try to convince me to move back in so he can make me do nothing but be his maid and personally sex doll. There have been so many times this man would assault me in my sleep and I was just supposed to be okay with it because we were dating. I live in fear and I know no body here can do anything I just need to get it off my chest because we’ve been broken up for a year but kept contact until January of this year because anytime I would try and set boundaries and cut ties with him he would tell me about how even though I had left and lived with family that they didn’t love me and after a while they would get tired of me and kick me out because I was too stupid and autistic to take care of myself. He used my autism as something to degrade me for constantly and had convinced me that I genuinely wasn’t smart and couldn’t survive without him. When I finally left him he tried multiple to kidnap me and take me back to his house but thankfully the first time my family just happened to be in town and I had finally gotten the courage to tell them he was driving 5 hours to take me back to his house and they stopped him. The second time I had woke up one morning with him just randomly saying he was on the way toe my sisters house (I had moved in with my sister when I left him) and I was genuinely going to take my own life to get away from him but thankfully for this as well my sisters husband walked into my room at the right moment and stopped me. I was later admitted to the psych ward and was held there for 4 days. My ex tried to call me on my phone as I was getting admitted to the hospital and my sister took my phone and answered and told him to go back home. But he didn’t he sat outside of the hospital I was at and tried to convince the nurse in the psych ward to let him talk to me. He even went as far as having his mother call and try to say she was my mother in-law and she needed to speak to me urgently and I broke down and had a panic attack begging them not to tel her I was there because I didn’t want to go back to his abuse.this man never had a job and played video games 24/7. He literaly woke up everyday and played all day till he went to bed. He never cleaned and all of my money was expected to be spent taking care of of him because his parents didn’t want the responsibility of him anymore since we lived with them in his parents house while we were together.

His family stole money from me constantly and never let me go see my family while I lived with their son. There were so many time they would tell me they were going to let me see my family then the day off there was a million reasons why it couldn’t happen and I couldn’t be mad because they let me live there “rent free”.

This man would beat me and convince me everybody around that we were just wrestling and that’s the type of relationship we had. But he would genuinely hurt me,he would hit me at full force and bite me and pull my hair. I would beg him to spend time with me and get off the game and he would get so mad at me and call me a bitch and say I was nagging and made me feel so small for just want my boyfriend to hangout with me when I got home from work at the end of the day.

I don’t know I just needed to rant I guess so there will be more