#but it's still weird??? that he wasn't just given the chance to Become on his own

[timkontheunsure]

Ooo so many things.

His Body

well let's get the low hanging fruit out of the way first. Blitz finds Stolas extremely sexy.

Stolas has always been very enthusiastic trying out anything Blitz wants. And they match eachothers freak. (Stolas 'please do use the bear traps' is Blitz's dream).

Physical touch is a big thing for Blitz, it's one of his love languages. And he really likes sex; so this does affect their compatibility.

affection and care

Stolas genuinely likes Blitz, not just for he's sence of humour.

And that extremely unusual for him. Blitz is use to everyone treating him like an asshole. (Sometimes he is, but more people treat him like one than is warranted).

It's also not just from others, Blitz hates himself too.

Stolas knowing Blitz, and liking who he is as a person, is pretty big.

Blitz really isn't used to people taking his side, or trying to understand him.

Stolas doesn't even get someone hating Blitz. The concept is weird to him, because Blitz seems like an extremely loveable and charismatic guy to Stolas.

A link to his past

Stolas is also the one person that at the start of the show, that knew Blitz pre-accident; and still likes him.

Honestly probably the only person who still likes him pre adopting Loona, if that hate party's any guide.

Having a connection that goes back that far is important to Blitz.

As is Stolas wanting to sleep with him; because of that emotional connection. It's what the leads to their entire relationship.

Stolas reminds him of his unrequited love and missed chance with Fizz; Blitz's own first ever friend.

helping his family business thrive

Stolas listens to his dream of owning his own busines, and remembers it. (He has a good memory).

And Stolas is the first person to believes in it. Giving his new friend a rare compliment about his idea. (Honestly Stolas is the person who gives Blitz the most compliments over the show. How could he not end up liking someone who genuinely thinks the world of him).

Then as an adult Stolas actively helps Blitz get his business off the ground, (something that Even positive Millie is dubious about); because the grimoire was always given to Blitz to use.

IMP is Blitz's way to give his family a better life. The fact that Stolas helped do this is important.

Then even when Stolas does need it back to do his own job, he sets up the deal, for something Blitz likes doing, sleeping with Stolas.

Which also gives way for Blitz to feel useful, and that makes him like he's earning the affection Stolas showing him.

Blitz has a need to feel needed by the people he cares about. It's why alot of his love is shown though taking care of others.

But it also comes with a side of Blitz not feeling he deserves care and affection in return.

The deal was dodgy; but it's was important to Blitz that Stolas was willing to let him have it, (even giving him outs when he wasn't feeling it), for his under the table business in the first place.

Attention and care, but at a safe arms reach safety net

It's very likely that Blitz would have legged it as soon as Stolas started being sweet to him; if it wasn't for deal. It gave him time to really fall for Stolas, and get to like him as a person.

Even with how extremely dumb the deal was, I honestly think without it it'd have been just a one night stand with Stolas.

And the affection Stolas did show him in this time, slowly helped with Blitz's self loathing issues, even if was really hard for him to understand Stolas did really ment it.

You can see how much confidence Blitz got from being hot enough for a Prince like Stolas. Vs how shattered all that becomes because he thinks that Stolas doesn't want him any more.

This is more of where I'd argue Blitz got validation from Stolas, than Stolas laughing at his jokes.

But even then it's Stolas' attention and care, that came with it, that was slowly but surly helping with Blitz's issues around self worth.

Has a thing for good dads

Then there's that Stolas is a dad, who always wants to do the best for his kid. (Yes he fucks up, but he always tries).

Blitz has a big thing for good dad's, because of Cash being a dickhole.

And because of Loona. Blitz would never seriously consider any partner that didn't want kids, because they might try being shitty to his daughter.

It's one of the things that never would work with Fizz or Verosika; is that Blitz always wanted to be a dad.

Even Verosika, who he dumped because she said said 'I love you'; knew about how much he wanted to be a dad. That's why she'd crack about him kidnapping a kid to do it.

Blitz has been dreaming of adopting Via too, because he wants to raise their daughters together. (And so does Stolas)

Stolas choosing to love Via, and give her what both he and Blitz lacked as kids; a real dad; is a major draw to Blitz.

A chance at M&M levels of love

Blitz has been fascinated by their relationship since it started. Always trying to involve himself in it.

It's telling that the time he asked Stolas out was to get closer to seeing them again. Yer Stolas is an easy way into the exclusive club, but he agrees it's a real date.

Season 1 Blitz always looks like he's twisting himself in knots, to tell himself he shouldn't fall for his birdy, and instead should spend all his energy on M&M.

Trying to scope them out like zoo exhibit, trying to figure out what makes their relationship tick. And if he can somehow have that too. While still falling so hard for Stolas.

The photo's of him wearing Stolas robe, smile at him behind the camera, with a rose between his teeth. Blitz even made the frame a little crow, that he then put on during their calls😆. (He's so smitten he's planning their wedding).

Kind but just enough of bitch to keep him interested 😈

Stolas has been very sweet though most of their times together, (if extremely clueless and needing to unlearn alot of privage shit), but he's will also get snarky with Blitz.😁

He takes the piss a bit, and that's a real good fit for Blitz.

It's another thing they share.

They have the same wit style, connecting with lots of quick little toothless barbs.

Because Stolas reads when Blitz is putting up a front really well.

(Yer he gets some really bad misses. But honestly for an none solicited autistic guy; his average is better than a lot of neurotypicals).

And it's actually how Stolas relates to Via.

Snark is something Blitz and Stolas us to relate to both their daughter's*.

(*I really can't wait for the day we can put a plural possessive comma there).

It's also how Loona and Via relate to their dad's.

And the lack of it is specifically is how Loona knows when her dad's is really being serious.

(It's also kinda important that Blitz gets Via to snark with him, to protect her dad. Because Via is reacting with him in one of her family love language).

But yep as something they share they even use it to call eachother on their shit, and score points.

The no heat 'fuck you's are a way they concede the conversational point, but tell the other their being a dick about it.

If Stolas actually put up with as much as Millie or Moxxie, Blitz would be so bored so fast. (What works for them wouldn't work for Blitz).

And finally back to those jokes

Ok, because it's not just that Stolas likes Blitz's jokes; it's that these two have the same sense of humour.

It's gross, it's off kilter and inappropriately sexual; but this is the sence of humour they share.

(it's the reason Stolas is able to so badly put Striker off his game, when playing for time. He's using Blitz advice, on how to get out of a kidnapping, cus they do share a braincell sometimes lol).

And it's the very first thing Blitz finds out about Stolas. That this other kid gets him like no one else. Including Fizz, who hates both pirates and blood.

Stolas is there loving the grossness of this accurate joke about horses. And that's always been Blitz's special interest.

Don't look up laminate if you don't want to see some very gross pictures of horses having a bad time. But you know these two kids were imagining the whole thing cus they both know about it.

(And Stolas' books definitely have revolting pictures. He probably should have shown Blitz those in the pirate books too lol).

The one in Seeing Stars Stolas definitely has Stolas imagining Stella here, because they are both a little bit petty.

Can't tell me that if Stolas told a joke like this, about a bad abusive dad; Blitz wouldn't crack up thinking about Cash.

But yer I think them have the same sence of humour; is part of how Blitz's coming to see Stolas as his safe person, who understands him when a lot of people just don't.

Hey stolitz fans I have a question for y’all.

So we all know that part of why Blitzø loves Stolas is because Stolas laughs at his jokes and supports him. Which is great. You should have a partner that fills certain emotional needs for you. At the same time, I want to know what parts of Stolas Blitzø likes beyond the traits that directly benefits Blitzø. Like, does he like anything about Stolas beyond the validation Stolas offers him? Obviously, I think the answer is yes, but Blitzø is so closed off about his feelings towards Stolas, that we don’t get to see it.

So my question is: what about Stolas do you think Blitzø liked beyond “Stolas laughs at his jokes” or “Stolas sacrificed himself for Blitzø.”

[thesquiddian]

Does the whole 'bigeneration' thing as an introduction for Ncuti Gatwa make anyone else feel icky? Because I definitely feel like they did Gatwa dirty with a botched transition between regenerations because people are getting a liiiiiiittle too nostalgic with the whole RTD/Tennant thing.

Tennant is a brilliant actor, and I'm not trying to downplay everything he's done for the show, but by leaving Tennant alive, they robbed Gatwa of an introduction that shows respect to his iteration of his character, instead leaving him to be the Random New Person while The Real Doctor is yet to come into the completion of his arc.

It's just a disappointing diversion from giving Gatwa's Doctor the focus and development he deserves.

[all-with-angel]

Ho is u magic?

❥ Magical Girl!Satoru x Injured civillian!Reader

❥ Injury on reader, fem!reader, porn with sorta plot, oral(m!receving), p in v, creampie, mating press, hints of a breeding kink, overstimulation, lowk mean but also pathetic satoru, this is nasty

Masterlist || MDNI.

Gojo Satoru who was just another guy in highschool, maybe anti social and closed off. But then, one night, a stray shooting star landed in the middle of the schools field while he was sneaking around to meet with his plug (Suguru) or sumthin.

Now, instead of his cute, girly and typical magical girl-esque classmates finding it, he did. And from then on, he was pretty much a superhero to japan. (And it didn't stop there, multiple other magical girls popped up! Each one more manly and muscled up than the last! LOL)

Magical Girl!Satoru thought that if he saved the world once, the curse blessing of being a magical girl would go away. So he saved the world from villains, fueled by embarrassment and spite.

Then he did it again.

And again.

And again.

But now, he is literally in his late 20's and is still a goddamn magical girl. He's learned to accept it, just like the rest of the world when they were given these insanely overpowered magical girls saving the world everyday for almost 10 years now!

His kind of situation is kind of the norm nowadays, hero agencies popping up to regulate the pretty magical heroes and their fanmail and merch.

That brings us to today where...

You get caught up in a villain attack in the middle of your commute to your boring, mindless corporate job. Some sludge-y looking monster wreaking havoc and flipping cars while you struggled to get away.

As you try to get away, you notice a kid get stuck under rubble and pull them out after a bit of struggle, but at that point, luck wasn't exactly on your side. The monster had noticed you and shot out some kind of purple-colored beam at you.

That was moments before you were pushed back by the sheer force and into a wrecked car, brain already fuzzy from the pain and the weird beam.

When you blearily open your eyes, you see a group of Magical Girls taking down the monster. One of them notices you and flies down to you immediately, from the bright blue eyes and snow-white hair, you recognize him as your favorite Magical Girl, Satoru Gojo.

Magical Girl!Satoru is able to easily heal physical your injuries but noticed that you had been corrupted by the monsters super evil hypnosis beam! Oh no!

Worrying for your safety, he carries you into an evacuated apartment building and sets you down on one of the beds. He explained your situation and wanted to help you! And helping you just so happened to mean giving you two 'doses' of his purifying magical cum!

You were definitely not saying no to that NAH NAHHHH

Magical Girl!Satoru then guided you softly, lifting up his pretty pink skirt to reveal an equally pretty pink tip (which was already leaking because god knows the last time he was able to fuck) and gently tells you to suck it.

Trusting his words and not really wanting to risk the chance of becoming a part of that sludge monster, you put yourself to work despite your brain starting to go foggy. From sucking his stupidly long cock or from the corruption, you weren't sure.

Magical Girl!Satoru who let himself be just a bit meaner after seeing the glassy look in your eyes, cooing and mocking you for literally going stupid just from his cock alone. (yes, he knows its the effects of the corruption but he can't help but tease you)

He started using your head as a fleshlight- large hands in your hair, his voice condescending as he warned you not to choke on his dick too much, because he was already so close to giving you your first dose of his magical cum!

The second his warm load hit the back of your throat, you felt yourself snap a bit back to reality- Gagging as you swallowed his magical girl cum with obscene gulps.

Magical Girl!Satoru pulls you off with a groan, pupils blown out as he looks down at your spit-stained lips. You cough to the side and he pets your hair, telling you how well you did and that you're almost fully healed! Good job!!

With surprising ease, he flips you onto your back- Your vision blurring with how quickly he manhandled you into place. Magical Girl!Satoru coos at you, voice patronizing as he pulls your panties off and points out how soaked you already are.

Magical Girl!Satoru gives you some reassurance while giving your clit some loving pats- As if he were encouraging a dog. And if you thought your brain was clearing up, now you're damn sure it wasn't the second you felt him push his fat and pretty cock into you.

Tears prick at your eyes at the stretch, a mix of pain and pleasure as he kisses the tears away, telling you that it was only halfway in and that you could definitely take the rest of him like a big girl!! It was necessary to heal you after all!!

Eventually, he pushes his entire length into you, groaning at how warm and mushy your insides felt around him. He whines the second he bottoms out, complaining about how he wants to start moving already- before choking on his words pathetically when he felt you flutter around him.

Magical Girl!Satoru is pouting at you, begging you to let him start moving (so he can get rid of the corruption inside you, ofcourse!! You didn't forget about that, right?)

You nod weakly, brain already numbed by the 'corruption' and Magical Girl!Satoru's stupidly big cock inside of you. You would've loved to appreciate this sight more- if you could fully process anything other than feeling so so full- but Magical Girl!Satoru looked so pretty like this, hair slightly tousled and his usually pristine costume was loose around him, a little bit of grime from his previous fight with that sludge monster on his thigh highs.

Magical Girl!Satoru clicks his to tongue at your wordless approval, saying something about how he had to be quick lest the corruption melt your brain any further!! He grins as he starts moving in and out of you, the veins on his cock dragging deliciously on your walls.

You never thought that the famous Magical Girl would be a whiner, but he was just that. He couldn't help the sounds slipping from his lips as he tried his best to move at a somewhat reasonable pace :((( He was still being considerate of you adjusting to his size after all :(( You barely registered the cracking sound above you, the headboard getting crushed under Magical Girl!Satorus grip.

You could barely focus on anything else other than the feeling of his cock moving in and out of you- That warm coil in your tummy tighetening quickly despite the 'painfully slow' as Satoru would word it, pace that he was fucking you.

Magical Girl!Satoru bit his lip at how pretty you looked, gasping and shaking under him as he could practically feel you approaching your orgasm- He couldn't help it when his hand moved down to play with your clit as he sped up his pace, hips stuttering when he felt you pulse and flutter around him- effectively cumming around his length.

"Fuckfuckfuck-" Magical Girl!Satoru whined, barely in control of his own movements as he pounded into you faster, shockwaves of overstimulation moving up your spine and short circuiting your brain even more than the corruption could.

You unconsciously tried to crawl away, but it was no use when Magical Girl!Satoru grabbed your hips and pulled you down onto his cock over and over and over. Almost merciless as he was desperately apologizing and gasping your name. " 'm sorry, 'm sorry I c-cant stop fuck- 'm sorry,"

You couldn't do anything except moan and gasp under him, the overstimulation and mean pace pushing you further closer to the edge again.

Just when you thought it couldn't get any worse (or better), Magical Girl!Satoru grabbed your thighs and folded you into mean mating press, hitting your g-spot sooo good that you couldn't help but scream from how good it felt :((

"I know I know- 'm sorry, have to- have to make sure it takes," Magical Girl!Satoru reassured in between his own gasps. "To- ah, h-heal you ofcourse."

You couldn't help but whine at that, walls clenching around him as his hips stuttered and you could feel his warm, magical girl cum fill you up!! You could feel the throb of his cock with every pump of his release pouring into you, the obscene sounds of it echoing within the dimly lit room.

The pleasure was enough to make your mind go blank, and you were pretty sure you passed out for a few seconds.

With a final thrust, Magical Girl!Satoru let go of your legs and slumped on top of you- Sweat covered costume sticking onto your skin as his weight slowly grounded you to reality.

After a few moments of only labored breaths shared between the two of you, Magical Girl!Satoru finally spoke up. "Y-you're healed now!"

And yeah you were healed, but you were also pretty sure that your legs would be out of commission for at least a little while.

How this headcannon post lowkey turned into a full smut fic I don't know. All i know is that i was up at 3 am and horny 🙏

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[jetblack4realz]

tapped out - kayce dutton

summary - kayce went off to become a navy seal and since him and his dad weren't on good terms, you and lee were the only ones there to tap him out at graduation

also, i know the navy doesn't do the whole "tapping out" thing, but just bear with me, it's cute

word count - 1.3k, short but sweet

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it had been a long fifteen weeks without him. ten for regular basic, and then just as you thought you were gonna see him again he told you he was gonna be a seal. you were proud of him, but a bit pissed you had to go another month without seeing him.

there was a strange atmosphere at the ranch with him gone. given the option, you'd chosen to stay on to help rip, lee, and lloyd, even with how frustrated you were with the patriarch of the household and even with how frustrated he was with you. but, you didn't have much else to leave to without kayce and you knew that if you did, there wasn't a chance in hell he would ever return to the ranch.

it was weird to be there without him though. it was weird for everyone.

"i miss you," you said, holding the phone to your ear as you leaned up against the wall beside your bed. "a lot. the ranch sucks without you."

"the ranch sucks period," he sighed into the phone, but you could still hear the slight smile in his voice. "i miss you too, baby. only a few more weeks and i'm out of this place."

"and then onto a battlefield in the middle of afghanistan or iraq," you muttered.

"but, i'll see you before then," he reminded. "and i'll be able to talk to you more then."

"silver linings, i guess," you sighed. "i'm proud of you, kayce. you're doing something real good there. i just wish it didn't have to be so far and so damn dangerous."

"i know, but i'm good at dangerous."

"you're good with guns," you told him with a light laugh. "i don't think that's the same thing."

"here it is."

you didn't really know what to say to that, so you didn't. "just be safe, okay? i know you will be and i know it's redundant to say that, but i've just gotta say it."

"i'm not even out on the field yet, darlin'," he laughed.

"still," you said, smiling lightly at the sound of his laugh.

"hey, i love you. i gotta go now, but i love you. so much."

"i love you too, kayce. with my whole heart."

while he was in training, you were only able to talk to him a handful of times and you were counting down the days until you could actually see him again. as soon as you were told the day of graduation, you bought the plane tickets to illinois and told lee to pack.

when you got there you were directed to a set of bleachers and soon the ceremony began. you leaned to the side, lee glancing over at you with a laugh as you tried to look through the rows of navy seals.

"you ain't gonna find him from up here, you know," he told you, smiling as you continued anyways.

"what else do you expect me to do? i ain't seen him in almost four months, lee, i gotta find him," you answered, shooting him a look before continuing your search.

he shook his head at you as he turned his attention back to the speakers, you keeping yours on the thankfully organized columns of soldiers. it was a few minutes before you finally spotted him, breathing in sharply as an instant smile pulled at your lips. "got him."

you were more antsy after you'd found him, wishing the variety of speakers would finish up quicker so you could see your favorite person again. as soon as they did finish, as long as it took them, you were out of your seat faster than lee could even comprehend. he groaned, jumping up and following you down through the crowd of the equally excited people.

"dude, wait up!"

as soon as you were on the floor, you realized you had no clue where to start. from up at your seat you knew exactly where he was, but now that you were down here being pushed along by the sea of excited families, you just hoped you were heading in the right direction.

lee caught up to you pretty easily, his hand on your shoulder as he followed you through the lines of soldiers. "you know where he is?"

"not anymore," you muttered, eyes scanning along the lines as you veered right. "i think he's up here. close to the back."

"if you say so," lee sighed with a shrug, maintaining his hold on your shoulder in order to stay close and keep up.

you continued through the lines, suddenly frustrated that they weren't allowed to break away and find their families themselves too. though, it was probably better that at least one of the parties stayed put to better find one another. you couldn't imagine how antsy kayce was waiting for y'all, unable to move until you did. the thought only made you move faster, lee stumbling behind you trying to keep up.

"oh my gosh," you muttered under your breath, breaking out into a sprint as you weaved in between soldiers and families.

a grin broke out on your lips as you neared him, stoic as he had to be, before you launched yourself into his arms, your own wrapping tightly around his neck as you heard him sigh into you, lifting you a bit off your feet as you clung to you tightly.

"hey darlin'," he mumbled into your hair, pressing a kiss to your neck as he tucked his face there. your hands ran through the now short hair at the back of his head, keeping him close to you as you breathed out a happy laugh.

"hi baby," you said. you pulled away, your hands on his neck as you cradled his face. you kissed him quickly, kayce giving in immediately as he held you tightly to him. you pulled back just to hug him again. "goodness, i missed you."

"i missed you too, doll," he mumbled, kissing your cheek as he patted your hair down. "so damn much."

you suddenly realized that lee was likely standing behind you, watching this whole scene unravel and you pulled away, hand sliding down his arm as you stepped back to reveal his older brother. you glanced at the oldest dutton with a sheepish smile.

"sorry, lee," you laughed lightly, a small blush on your cheeks as he laughed at you, shaking his head.

"no need, i'm sure he's happier to see you than me," he answered before turning to kayce and enveloping in a hug. "hey, bro."

"hey, lee," kayce mumbled, hugging his favorite brother back. when they broke, he offered him a smile. "thanks for coming."

"no where i'd rather be," lee answered simply. there was an unspoken apology in his eye for their father not being there, but you all knew why and you all knew it was probably better that he wasn't.

you quickly tucked yourself into kayce's side again, hugging him tightly as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "i love you."

"i love you too, baby," he said. he smiled as he looked back up at lee. "come on, let's get out of here. get some food."

"yes please," you said, laughing as he began pulling you out of the hall. he grabbed your hand tightly, keeping you close to him as lee followed behind, shaking his head and laughing to himself as you pressed yourself into his side, kayce not minding in the least as he held you close to him.

"kids," he mumbled to himself, following y'all out to the truck with a happy smile on his face.

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masterlist!!

[nightwngz]

Oh my beloved, here's a little idea for you!

'Am I the asshole for dating my best friend's ex?' Where Barry absolutely couldn't let slip the opportunity to have Hal's pretty ex for himself, well, she doesn't belong to him anymore right?

Like, he sees that she's so sad because of the breakup and he's just so nice, gentle, kind with her, why not give him a chance? Barry knows that it must sucks to not have someone to kiss :(((

— 𝓔𝐱 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 ✩!!

barry allen x fem!reader

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀… Smut. Dirty talk. Fingering, p in v.

𝗰𝗼𝗽𝘆𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁. . . no copying of my work is allowed. Free translation is allowed as long as I am credited.

𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲. . . as I said in my other posts, English is not my first language. I have tried to make corrections with the translator, but as you all know, it is prone to making mistakes, so I apologize in advance for any mistakes or if anything sounds weird.

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲. . . Omg, omg! You practically read my mind because Barry is practically my current obsession. By the way, sorry for the delay, dear, I didn't quite know how to write it. 💗

Barry and Hal have always been best friends. They got along so well that even when you were dating Hal, it never occurred to you that Barry might betray his trust, not even if you suggested it yourself.

And after spending so much time going out with your friend and sharing dinners, lunches, and breakfasts, with a bit of a hangover in between, you started to think that Barry could also become a good friend for you.

Even after you broke up with Hal, Barry continued to stand by your side, supporting and indulging you.

Though you never suspected him of double-dealing, Barry remained neutral about your breakup. It's not that he didn't care about Hal; in fact, he had more than once questioned whether he was doing the wrong thing by approaching you, even after you and Hal had ended things.

But yes, he was a complete asshole for approaching you in the first place, and he was even more of an idiot for falling in love with his friend's girlfriend in the first place.

He had fantasized about Hal's girlfriend countless times, and many of those times he had to restrain the desire to touch himself by thinking of you, so as not to betray him.

But it wasn't until he saw you crying on the floor of your apartment with a bottle of alcohol in your hand that he realized you were no longer his best friend's girlfriend. The relationship had ended, and although you were still dealing with the aftermath of the breakup, there was nothing that alcohol and other distractions couldn't alleviate.

"Hal is my friend, but sometimes he can be a real jerk. Don't worry, if you need to vent, go ahead," he suggested, trying to be friendly.

However, when you took his lips without permission as a means of release, Barry neither objected nor resisted. He thought that given your situation, it must be terrible not to have anyone to kiss.

Sad thoughts about Hal vanished the moment Barry's tongue entered your mouth. Maybe it was just what you needed to forget, since not even he, as your ex's best friend, seemed to care what Hal might think, and even less so did you.

Barry had inevitably thought of Hal. He couldn’t help but remember his friend while his ex-girlfriend’s tongue slid into his mouth and he felt her hips moving until she was straddling his belt. However, he didn’t stop; in fact, the thought that she no longer belonged to him crossed his mind, which only drove him to continue.

It was too late to regret when he felt your hands sliding down his hips, pulling at his clothes. He couldn't resist pushing you onto your back, landing on top of you and pinning your body against the couch.

He kissed you desperately as if you were his last meal, holding you tight with his hands and his tongue on your mouth, exploring every inch of your skin that was still hidden under the fabric he hastily removed.

Even as he slid his fingers aside your underwear, without removing it completely, to enjoy caressing your wet crotch, he smiled. He knew he had what he so desperately wanted, like a whimsical child with his new toy.

"Did Hal miss out on all this? Too bad for him that now I have to take care of this tight pussy." He whispered in your ear with a grin, licking his fingers gently so you could hear the obscene sound close up.

And finally, when he got inside you so deeply that tears welled up in your eyes at the intrusion, you felt completely convinced that you had done the right thing by breaking up with Hal, something that Barry also agreed with. You smiled at the thought that he had taken advantage of the situation and looked at him, convinced that he had orchestrated the whole thing for his own benefit.

"Don't look at me like that, honey. It's not my fault that Hal missed how deliciously tight your pussy feels. . ."

[thesummerstorms]

You know that conversation you can have with Emmrich where he asks what your plans are for your body when you die?

I think Arsinoë accidentally horrified him. Not by clinging to non-Nevarran ideals about cremation, but by telling him she never thought anyone would care that much one way or the other.

She would be dead, so she wouldn't care. And honestly, a majority of compradi die as Fledglings without graduating; she thinks their bodies were probably burned (since you have to do something with bodies) but they certainly don't have funerals, so it certainly wasn't worth worrying about then.

Emmrich interjects, trying to wrangle his own shock long enough to point out that she's not a Fledgling now, so surely...?

Well if she dies now, Arsinoë all but shrugs, it would depend on the circumstances, wouldn't it? She isn't someone important like a Talon or the scion of an established Crow family. She certainly isn't Caterina Dellamorte, who warrants something verging on a State Funeral.

If she died, there is still a non-zero chance it would be at another Crow's hands, in which case it's anyone's guess what happens after.

If she dies honorably fulfilling a contract, then Viago might feel obligated to do something if he isn't pissed off at her failure and she's isn't still in Exile. He's her mentor, so probably he would manage at least a small pyre. Maybe even a flower or two for the flames if he's letting himself feel sentimental. Teia would probably be there because Viago was.

But just as often, when a contract goes wrong, there's no time to go back for the body. The mark get ahold of it, or whoever's left on the contract has to focus on survival rather than the dignity of a corpse that can't feel any of it.

But really, none of that would matter to Arsinoë, would it? She'd be off wherever dead souls end up going, or maybe in oblivion, who knows. She doesn't have any family to be horrified by her corpse unless you count Viago, who is Fifth Talon, has bigger things to worry about, and will get over it.

But anyway, why do you ask, Emmrich?

Emmrich is too aghast to answer clearly at that point because every single point of Arsinoë's answer goes so deeply against everything that is ingrained in him as part of the Mourn Watch, from the belief that a corpse just doesn't matter to her sincere belief that no one would care enough about her for any particular mourning rights.

And the thing is Emmrich does care. It's his professional duty to care, but he's also become fond of his young friend and he cannot handle imagining that she could die on this mission or the next and potentially receive no rites at all.

Cue Emmrich starting to plan how he's going to have Rook interred in the Grand Necropolis when the time comes. It may involve some string pulling, especially if (hopefully) she dies not on this mission but in the distant future, and even more so if he precedes her and has to leave the job in one of his colleague's hands. But Maker help him, there will be a plan and her death will be respected.

When it comes to light, Neve is uncertain and a little weirded out, but also a little offended by all this. She's fallen in love with Rook, but even before that, the respect between them would have warranted a pyre and Arsinoë's name on the Wall of Light if there was no one else to arrange things. Is this why she's never asked about what happened after Varric-

Lucanis is horrified by the idea of Arsinoë as one of the spirit-possessed skeletons in the Necropolis or one of the jewel-eyed skulls in its many niches; he snaps at Emmrich about Nevarran obsession and respecting Rook as Antivan.

Emmrich refuses to budge. She expected the Crows to do nothing for her. She deserves better, deserves to be remembered, even if she isn't Nevarran.

Lucanis seems fully stunned by the idea that Rook believed this in the first place, given Viago's attachment. Given Lucanis's own growing feelings. Emmrich does soften a little bit when he sees that Lucanis truly didn't realize, but he also doesn't fully divert his plans.

Gathering a grave-dowry is normally left to a lover or family member if the deceased was themselves unable, and Emmrich is neither. But needs must, and though his friend now seems attached to Neve and Lucanis, hearts can be fickle. A plan is better. So he puts away small things here or there, eyes which of Rook's enchanted rings and amulets she seems to favor just in case.

It almost helps him live with the knowledge that Arsinoë believed she would die unmourned. Almost.

[fun-k-board]

MARVEL RIVALS - Christmas time!!

Characters included: MAGNETO, SCARLET WITCH, LOKI, STORM, MOON KNIGHT.

Note(s): This includes a lot of headcanons because I'm not sure the full lore and characterisation of things like the X-Men, what version of Moon Knight they're going for, what have you. So, I'm doing it on what I prefer from various comic runs, movies, shows, etc over the years. Some are a little lackluster because of this.

MAX EISENHARDT / ERIK LEHNSHERR / MAGNETO

Erik personally doesn't celebrate Christmas, and that's due to the religious connotations of the holiday even if it's become less Christianity based over the years. But, he doesn't mind the excuse to give you a gift and spend time with his family if you do celebrate. Even if, at this point, the 'family' is just you and him.

He won't put up decorations if you're spending Christmas at his house or if you share a house, he won't wrap the gift, he won't have Christmas themed dinners or anything, but he'll always accept your gifts and give you one back if, as mentioned before, you happen to celebrate. If you don't, he most likely won't give you a gift or mention it as the holiday's existence will simply slip his mind. More of an afterthought than anything else.

Of course plenty of mutants on Krakoa celebrate, and plenty don't, and plenty have a weird in-between where they participate but don't really celebrate. So, it's not entirely out of sight out of mind. In all honesty, Erik is just happy mutants get a chance to have any holidays alive and happy with one another at all.

If you prefer to go all out for Christmas, as in all the things he wouldn't do that I mentioned before, Erik wouldn't mind. All he asks is that you leave both his room and the public parts of your home alone. Assuming you share a room, then he plainly asks that you don't decorate it, but if you must, to keep it at a minimum.

If you don't share a house and he's simply spending holiday time at your house then he politely comments on the decorations, maybe giving a bit of backhanded and passive aggressive sass if he thinks they're ugly. But, it's your home. It's not his place to say what goes and what doesn't.

Speaking of that situation, if you have family staying at your house for Christmas / you live with family, he's very awkward, and I don't believe he'd go at all if nobody in the house is a mutant. Erik doesn't doubt they know of him, it'd be strange if they didn't, so I think you two would give him a secret identity for your families safety. He'd be very silent and still during opening presents, with a dash of silent judgment.

I don't think he'd outright refuse to help you with decorations, he'd do that old man thing where he stares at you with a huffed look on his face until you ask him for help, in which case he mainly uses his powers if there's metal involved. Sometimes he'll say something like 'really my dear, did you truly need help or is this an excuse to spend time with me?' But hey, he's pretty tall so if you happen to not be tall, he's a great help!

I think he'd gift you something like jewellery, metal, but also with other things like, well, jewels. He wants something simple, but that shows heartfelt meaning. It's covered in intricate patterns, perhaps ones that reflect your place of origin to show that he loves you, even where you were born.

Erik's eyes tilt up, following your lingering gaze. He nearly lets out a laugh at the mistletoe hanging above you, but it comes out as a small huff. 'what a silly tradition.' he'd hum, before leaning close and giving your lips the most unsatisfactory peck he's ever given them. At your look, whether outwardly dissatisfied or with only a hint of disappointment in your eyes, he'll act like it wasn't purposeful, sighing as if this is some chore as he leans in for another. But you know him well, you know that hidden loving look in his eyes.

WANDA DJANGO MAXIMOFF / SCARLET WITCH

Wanda, for the reasons in Magneto's section, also doesn't celebrate Christmas. Although, I don't see her continuing on any holidays in general or family traditions, her broken connection to her father most likely created a fractured connection to anything associated with him. She just doesn't seem like a 'holiday' person to me.

However, if you two either happen to share a house or she's at yours in time for the holidays, she doesn't mind helping you put up decorations or helping you cook for Christmas. If you have family, she's doing a mix of doing what she can to impress them whilst refusing to do anything that makes her go past her comfort zone.

I absolutely think she's a good cook, and if she doesn't unintentionally hijack the kitchen, she will help whoever's in there. Whether that be you or your family. Any attempts to tell her that 'you're a guest' and 'you should be relaxing' are met with a wave of the hand and a small, awkward smile. As much as she does just love to help your family assuming they're sweet and accepting of her, she also is very peculiar with food. I think Wanda would make her own side dish just in case.

Honestly, I think she would invite Pietro and Lorna if you and them are close enough? She knows Christmas is a family event, and since that's her family, why not invite them, right? She hopes you see them as your family too, because they've spent too long without something stable. Even though deep down she does have some love for her father, although maybe not as deep down as she thinks, she doesn't want to and would never contact him for Christmas with you and especially not with your family.

Wanda loves to do that thing where she hugs you from behind, absolutely astounded that she has you. She's astounded that you love her, and that you appreciate her so much. Not many do, and she can't help but find so much comfort in that. I think she'd do it whenever she gets emotional but doesn't want to show it, a hug from behind to tell you that she's hurting, but you're helping her heal.

Wanda doesn't like the feeling she gets when opening presents in front of your family, especially if they've given her something. It's usually something they've got an idea from after asking you, so maybe a candle or something handmade, and as much as she appreciates and even loves the gifts she's given it's still a weird almost performance she needs to put on. The feeling isn't as uncomfortable as it is just a bit awkward.

I think she'd only give you a gift if she knows you're getting her one, through communication. She won't ask what it is or peek through your mind to find out, she doesn't really care what the gift is exactly, and she trusts you enough to gift her something she likes and would find useful. I think Wanda does love little mutual acts of affection, so she wouldn't miss out on an opportunity to give you something.

Her eyes flick up before yours do, and Wanda can't help but give you a small chuckle, the most amused look in her eyes that you've ever seen. 'oh? Isn't this convenient.' she purrs, her hand outstretches, capturing your own in a comforting embrace. She whispers, 'I can't believe I got so lucky, my love. You're wonderful.' before giving you a short but comfortable and loving kiss.

LOKI LAUFEYSON

Loki thinks your celebration is more than a little silly. I mean, who cares about this guy who gives presents to kids? Why not the adults? He does far more in a day than some snotty brat has done in their entire lifetime!

Oh- he's not real? Well, then where are his presents, mortal?!

He will say that even if you're not a mortal by the way. It's his personal way of saying 'you're under me and I'm perfect compared to you' without actually saying it.

He absolutely refuses to stay at your house for Christmas if you have family over, because he knows that he will cause mischief and you will get angry at him for it and he would rather you gift him your devotion than be under your wrath. Don't tell him he could kill you easily, he knows that, and he will if you keep pittering on. (He won't). Unless, perhaps, you don't have the best relationship with your family. Then he can probably convince you that it's fair game.

Loki will not invite Thor or Hela, don't even entertain the idea. He will leave.

I think he'd give you a dagger of some kind for a present, even if you're a regular Joe and don't have a use for weapons, you can always display it. And have an engraved stand that tells you your mighty lover, Loki, God of Mischief and notoriously handsome trickster, had gifted you it for your silly holiday.

He will not help you cook or put up decorations unless you literally beg him to, even then he can mainly do some pieces of meat at least decently well. It'd be best to have him do some parts of the cooking while you're preoccupied with the other. He tends to only help with the decorations he knows you'll struggle with, although he won't tell you that outright it's pretty obvious. Especially if you're shorter, less strong than he is, or have any kind of physical disability that could cause trouble with putting up decorations.

Will puff up his chest and grin when you compliment his efforts to help and or compliment his gift. He loudly proclaims that of course he'll give you something so beautiful, because he's beautiful and he very clearly has taste. But, you simply couldn't ignore the way his gaze softened a little when you were speaking. The way you could feel his eyes looking you up and down with adoration.

Loki raises a brow at your expectant look, slowly following your gaze until it reaches the mistletoe. Oh, you've explained this to him, the strange little kissing ritual you midgardians have. His expression twists into something different, his eyes sparkling with mirth, but he doesn't go right in for the kiss. Instead, he holds your chin in his hand, pulling you close until you can breathe in each other's air. 'what a silly mortal.' he mutters, making you tilt your head so he can kiss you. He doesn't intend it to be a small peck either, his kiss is as deep and passionate as you allow it to be.

ORORO MUNROE / STORM

Ororo finds amusement in your tradition, the decorations, the gifts, it makes her heart warm. It's a time for family, and she reminisces over the X-Men's past Christmas times. It's never dull, lots of mutations being used when they're not supposed to, frequent arguments and drama, it was perfect. Not to mention, always the best meals from Gambit and Rogue. She adores the look on the younger mutants faces when they receive something special.

And, in her personal opinion, she's the best gift giver in the X-Mansion.

Ororo would absolutely help make meals, and she jokes that she's not as good at it as Gambit or Rogue are, but she'll try her best. She then proceeds to make one of the best meals you've ever had. It's perfectly flavoured, the texture is just to your liking, it's absolutely delightful. And if you're spending time with family? Expect her to go all out.

Your family will adore her, no doubt about that. No matter what the situation is, whether you and Ororo share a house, you live on your own, you live with family, or you and your family visit the X-Mansion for the holidays. She charms them with her sternness and discipline, her strength unimaginable, but her warmth and friendliness is what truly seals the deal in their adoration for her.

Unwrapping presents tends to be a long process for the X-Mansion. There's a lot of people there, so it's normal to open them all at once and try to get it through as quickly as possible, cleaning as you go with trash bags at the ready to throw in any waste. With a whole family, or perhaps just you in the mix, it can be a bit awkward and even a little overstimulating if you're not acquainted with the X-Men. She's never felt the need to pretend, so she assures you that you don't need to be happy the entire evening because Logan isn't and everybody still loves him, you'll be fine.

The one thing Ororo loves to do most is listen to you. Whether it be generally your life, what you had for breakfast, a story from your childhood, it creates something easy where she can bounce off the conversation with something of her own. It continues the conversation until either of you end it, and causes the conversation to flourish where it would've died otherwise. She uses this to find out what present you'll want for Christmas, so it'll heavily depend on what you actually want.

It honestly doesn't matter what you get her, she'll be appreciative all the same. She knows just how hard it can be to afford things, to create from seemingly nothing, no matter how much effort you put in. To her, the fact you gave her a gift at all is something meaningful within itself. So, even if it's some poorly made easily breakable bracelet, she will wear it with pride.

When she finds herself under the mistletoe with you, her lips curl into the most amused smile and she'll use her powers to twirl the leaves, a teasing hint to her true might. 'was this your plan all along, my dear?' she'll ask, leaning closer, waiting for you to capture her lips. If you take too long, however, she'll raise a brow and mutter a teasing 'don't test my patience' before kissing you herself.

MARC SPECTOR / MOON KNIGHT

Marc is, well, he's not the most jolly guy, and it's been years since he's even bothered to tune into Christmas time when it happens. It's not like he has anybody to spend it with. He would much rather you spend Christmas with Steven or Jake, they're better at that kind of thing, and they're a lot more friendly, buddy buddy with you.

Of course Marc loves you, and if you really want to spend time with him for Christmas he will do it, but he isn't going to act differently for you. He will be the same edgy, broody man. He will absolutely say something like 'the Christmas lights are too bright, it ruins my outfit.' in the gruffest voice you've heard.

I think he'd be a good cook. Nothing that blows you away, but you can definitely eat enough to get full and be satisfied with it. Jake probably leaves some recipes around, and if it does end up becoming a disaster he can always take over and salvage the situation before the house burns down.

He doesn't mind the house being decorated, assuming it's either his or your shared one, as long as it's not like so many Christmas lights it's hard to see or so many decorations you get whacked on the face with them whenever you want to walk somewhere. He'd also help if you asked him to, but I don't think Marc would just hop on and help. He'd assume you have it all covered.

I don't think there are many universes where Marc would consider meeting and visiting your family for Christmas, especially not the Marvel Rivals one. If you're really insistent and passionate about it, he supposes he can. But don't expect him to stay for long if they're not accepting of you or him, he doesn't have any tolerance for that. Plus, he doesn't want to hear Khonshu complaining in his ear that he isn't committing murder while he's around your family, they don't get him or his Identity as Moon Knight like you do.

'Mistletoe, huh?' he muses, his voice would sound almost annoyed to anybody else, but you know him better than anybody else. Or, at least most other people. He crosses his arms as you look up and realise, clearly having forgotten at some point. With his expression a strange mix between a firm sternness and amusement, he pats his lips with his pointer finger twice. 'you put it up, you initiate.'

[sukunasun]

Do you ever plan to write a fic with a grumpy reader? Maybe with Getou or any chara of your choice?

screaming from the top of a building: grumpy readers are so relatable and deserve more nuance than being labelled as ice queens and stone-cold bitches! there is much more to unfold beyond the harsh exterior. how cantankerous and irritable you are but nonetheless meant to be understood and loved.

quietly, you lay there stowing away as a recluse. you love your books and your crochet hooks. working away and making the most of me-time. people don't draw near. instead, they try prodding with sticks and hurtling stones for a reaction hoping it's a smile or a nice conversation between two, but there is no gambling and taking chances. no risking it 'depending on your mood' because the weather report calls for sunny skies and yet, the storming grey cloud above your head stays looming. permanently brewing.

you claim it's just your face, your attitude, and overall unapproachable aura that inhibits you from making contacts and connections. an RBF that can't be cracked. "she's so intimidating," is a grating sound. you have long since given up on explaining yourself or waiting for the chance to when the backstory and lore is too revealing. not exactly dinner party talk. you wish it could be as easy as saying "im hurt and heartbroken beyond repair. mothering fear and angst without needing comfort." it feels nice, well-deserved even to wallow in dread.

there's bound to be disappointment from unmet expectations thus, you've stopped having them altogether. it feels better than accepting affection with open arms. so wrong, so weird to be wanted, to be chosen. where's the catch? when will the other shoe drop? the cycle of starting over becomes tiring, tedious—a mechanical performance. a complex creature who requires better coping mechanisms and a man who won't stab you in the back. friends who'd stop poking holes in the reasons when you say no, yet again, to meeting someone new in this state: when bricks are laid and piled high up in uniformed rows surrounding, it warrants avoiding all forms of showing and receiving love after the years spent shaping the architecture of your defences.

then there's geto. with his charm and wit and the way he pries the person from underneath facades and fabricated masks. your fragile, rocking foundations built on sand he topples down with a mere smile, hardened fortitudes he crushes to dust, weaving within hairline cracks and exploring the caverns of your heart like no one has before. all without much effort, or rather, he doesn't need to exert himself when you fall so willingly.

"why don't we do something else tonight, dinner and a movie?" he questions when you call again. right after work when the stress is at an all-time high and he's...well, you don't know what he does, but he makes himself available for you. he'll admit it's made him feel special being the only person let in, when everyone else has to scavenge for scraps, he's a privileged selected one. seen the glimpses of the warmth you possess when laid bare and sated.

such a skill he has to wring out the truth. still, you go on with the "i like being alone," answer. a mantra, a repetitive hymn to soothe the sting and sharp clawing against the chest til it no longer feels so. numb and sore aches it leaves behind. 'you'll regret it when you realize i'm too much for you,' stays clogged in your throat. he'd only admonish you for such thoughts. 'that's not true' he'd say, but you know better than to believe that.

"i get it," geto replies, feigning casualness when he's not a stranger to isolation and avoidant habits. sometimes he wished he wasn't exposed to a mirror of his own makeup. a paragon of performative indifference and detachment. "i'll leave when you want me to," he reassures you, but was that a wavering you hear in his voice? you don't dare assume because he makes things easy. not the kind to complicate, nor commit. say the word and he'd give you all the solitude you need. dodging the serious questions and serious labels. friend, boyfriend, guy-im-sleeping-with. he doesn't care for them because you don't.

maybe he's just referring to the task at hand, used to forgoing aftercare and post-orgasm cuddles for a late-night drive home. excluding that one time you allowed him a night on your couch. he won't stay if your hand comes up to his sweaty chest, pushing him away before he's had the chance to pull out and slide the worn condom off. it keeps him at a distance and he takes it as a sign that this is as far as intimacy goes—no kissing on the lips, no secrets and sweet nothings, your moans don't escape and neither do his plethora of dirty speeches, stifled and gritting in a tight-lipped prison—there is no room for it at all.

the last thing you need is to dispose whatever is left of an already flimsy resolve. becoming vulnerable and exposed to his rejection or the knee-jerk reaction when he touches you—when the strap of your dress falls at an angle, he instinctively chases after the smooth slope of shoulder with his lips, pressing soft kisses there and everywhere else simmering with anxiety, humming pleased and contented to taste the nerves slipping away, sinking his teeth in and feeling the flesh give to his possession—a longing that courses through and wrenches around your heart tight. you're so selfish to follow after his hands, to feel them feel you. they should be upon another but he grabs and gropes greedily like he can't wait any longer.

"or you could let me stay," he offers.

"the couch makes your back hurt," you reply.

"your bed is big enough for two," he counterclaims. doing what he does best. it's not the first time he's tried to hint at more, waiting for the opportune moment when you're putty in his hands, relenting to him.

"we can't," you gasp when he slips two fingers past your dripping folds. the smirk he wears hidden in the crook of your neck. "why–" you claw at his forearm tucked between your thighs, clenching around his limb for leverage while he makes you squirm and jolt with every nudge against your gspot. "–why me?" why an unpleasant, unfriendly, unwanted woman like you, haven't you suffered enough? why does he choose to torment you with his favour while seeking for yours. you remind yourself there's no place, no space for him here. you like the way things are no matter how painfully lonely it gets, you like the cool touch of your sheets and the emptiness your fingers trail over in the mornings. it's what you know, what you settled for. since when do two people meet and see each other for themselves, choosing to stay for long after the thinly veiled ugliness is stripped away. how do you tell him you're starting to grow accustomed. almost adoring. you've flown too close to the sun before, how do you deal with the fallout when you're inevitably lurched into the suffocating and slow descent towards earth?

in the last few seconds cresting upon your climax, suguru feels it building around the edges of your jittering limbs. head lolling back as you choke, fighting back your moans. your hips thrust in time, chasing after his fingers. he settles them as deep as he can, pumping fast and pressing down against your clit til it hurts, til the hard pressure causes your juices to drip down his fingers, squelching and making a mess.

fuck it, he knows it's the only time you'll have him this close so his arms brace you, supported by his strong chest, crushed by his biceps, suguru coaxes you, "i don't care how far you push me, or how much you pretend, i want you and i know you want me too—"

you shake your head, resisting, stop it, stop uncovering me. he talks of your lust as if some incontrovertible proof, you won't give in. with indefatigable, unwavering effort you set the record straight. "i don't like you like that," lying right as you're about to explode from pleasure, not the kind that feels like a firework, shooting silent and bursting forth, but you seize every muscle in his hold. choking on your breaths and feeling it tighten and coil in your stomach, in your toes, compact and revving, it releases like an engine. rolling and roiling so unyieldingly it makes your ears ring, suffocating you til your vision goes black, and a scream forces it way past your lips.

neither high-pitched nor guttural, it reverberates so soothingly, "im sorry!" you cry. for being this way, for using and tossing him aside, for wanting more. you sob with your head thrown back while suguru hums right against your ear. sounding pleased and pleasured with your admission.

slowing his fingers in time with your panting breaths, he questions "do you really think i wouldn't like you?" it's not the right time to do this but he can hardly bear it, he longs for truth, "do you not believe me?"

looking upon his face through half-lidded eyes, you see that interrogative spark in his expression, his arms never letting go. a tense anticipation takes shape. the air is thick with the scent of damp skin and something else—his shampoo, his cologne, you chase after it for more, pressed into his chest, it only takes one whiff to get a fill, the same way you cling to the corners of pillowcases and duvet covers for that little bit.

what has changed? he makes you act a fool, forlorn and fumbling around in the most fatuous ways. i want you he said so clearly. and it warms your being like never before. there is an urge to make excuses, accuse him for being in lust, he only said it in the heat of the moment, ensnared by a need for possession.

but there is no point in looking back.

"i believe you," you say, noses bumping and slotting close when your lips betray your better judgement, or rather, your unfavourable one. "i'll try." is the best you can offer.

[satorusugurugurl]

I Think He Knows: (Chapter Four)

Summary: When your novel takes off and becomes a best seller, doors of opportunities open for you. You can work on the series you have dreamed about all your life. And you’re also given the chance to stay in a tiny cottage in Europe for two years to help with inspiration! Your best friend, Geto Suguru, shatters at the news. How could he tell you how he feels when you leave him? His opportunity appears right before him when you confess that your editor thinks a change of scenery will help with your not-so-steamy romance scenes. They’re lacking a particular spice because you’re a virgin. So, Suguru does what any best friend would do. He offers to teach you how things work. Will you cross that line as friends? Or will you both say goodbye?

Pairing: Geto Suguru x FAB!Reader

Word Count: 4,954

Warning: Language, fingering, hand-job, kissing, heavy description of genitals.

A/N: Here’s the update!! I'm sorry its so late. My wrist feels a lot better today!! 😘💚💚 thank you for your patience!!

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Five Part Six Part Seven Part Eight Part Nine Part Ten Part Eleven

You were glaring at your computer screen; the words struggled to come to you. Nanami was pleased with the changes you had made to your latest chapters; he said the kiss scenes were much more realistic, all thanks to your best friend, but as much as he liked it, it still didn't change the fact that your smutty mutual masturbation scene sucked balls.

“It’s getting there.” He glanced back at the words. “You’ve moved on from using meat stick to penis—while is anatomically correct, it’s not quite rousing. Perhaps try using the words shaft, dick, maybe cock.”

“Kento!”

“I’m being serious, how many erotic novels have you read where the writer uses ‘she grasped his penis in her hand’ no ‘she grabbed his cock’.”

“Right—”

“Then there’s the climax.” Nanami sighed, flipping through the pages. “Be honest with me; have you ever seen a man have an orgasm? It’s not like a fire hose in hentai—” A judgmental look was shot in your direction, which was well deserved. “It’s more like spurts.”

“Ugh, seriously?”

“Yes, and Oaklynn’s orgasm, you just described her facial reactions and breathing. Get into the pulsing or contractions she feels. Hell, make her squirt. Ilsan is a knight; he's been to brothels so the man would know how to please a woman.”

“Squirt—?”

The way Nanami deadpanned at you before running a hand down his face told you he had figured it out. He must have finally put the deli meat sex scenes, terribly written orgasms, and your lack of knowledge of female orgasms. You slowly sank lower into the booth with a flushed face.

“You’re a virgin.”

“You’re a virgin~” You mocked, sticking up your nose as the nightmares and flashbacks of your luncheon came to an end. Nanami’s suggestion to watch porn gives it a better understanding of how orgasms work. There was no way in hell you were doing that. “I don't need to have sex to know how to write a good sex scene!”

That statement was true, and having some experience would benefit you. It had kissing scenes. And it most definitely would help you with the grinding scene in the alley you were adding in. Suguru made things comfortable for you; he wasn’t pushy or manipulative. He was so gentle and kind, making sure you felt okay. You were so grateful for him, but after you started feeling weird last night and told him to stop, maybe he didn't want to keep doing stuff with you.

If you were honest with him, maybe he'd understand. But it wasn't very comfortable. It felt so intense, and you were all tingly.

Once you finished your rewrites, you would have to sit down and talk to him. You just hoped he didn’t think you were avoiding him after what happened. The sooner you finish, the sooner you can talk to him, get things back to normal, and maybe ask him to help you more. His lessons truly were helping you.

If only we weren’t having such a hard time with the stupid scene!

“Come on, just type it, dick, just type out the letters. DICK.” Your fingers hovered over your keyboard, your eyes narrowing at the screen. “It’s just a word!”

Before your fingers could even touch the ‘D,’ a fist pounded against your door. At first, you were startled; your heart lurched into your throat as your hand rested against your chest. The fist slammed against the door once again. If someone knocked at your door at 2:30 in the morning, it wasn’t a good sign. You were about to grab your phone to call Suguru when you heard his voice at the door.

“Answer, answer god, please.”

He repeated the exact words as you shove your lap desk off to the side before jumping up for the door. You open the door just as Suguru pulls his fist back to knock again. His face was pale, and his dark bangs clung to his forehead with sweat. The dark circles under his eyes were the evidence of the nightmares that he had been having and the lack of sleep.

Regardless of his appearance, your eyes still frantically searched him up and down. You were trying to find evidence of injuries or something that told you what was wrong. You could find no traces of anything other than his insomnia. He was in a white T-shirt and baggy gray sweats and stood there silently. Look of relief washing over your face. He just stood there. A look of relief washed over his face at the sight of you.

“Suguru? What’s wrong? What happened?” He doesn’t answer your frantic questions; instead, he grabs you, pushing his way inside your apartment and kicking the door shut. “Suguru?!”

You yelp as you both fall to the floor, his arms wrapped firmly around you as he holds you flush against his chest; your best friend is shaking, his breath heavy as he clings to you as if you would vanish if he let go. Seeing him in such a state made you sick to your stomach. He didn’t deserve to be plagued with the pain of what happened years ago. You knew he blamed himself for what happened with Riko. You wish you could take the pain away from him.

While that was impossible, you could be there for him when he needed you the most. So you wrapped your arms around him and squeezed, hugging him as tight as possible. “Thought I lost you.” He whispered, his hands clinging onto your tank top.

“Suguru—” you whisper, hands gently caressing his back. “You’re not going to lose me.” You feel him relax against you, shaking softly as he pulls back an inch. “Nightmares again?” His dark strands of hair cover his eyes, but he nods. “Sugu, oh sweetie—do you wanna stay the night with me?”

Your words seem to hit him like a freight train. The panic and fear in his eyes turned into relief. His muscles relax as he exhales through his nose. You reach up and caress his cheek, letting him know you are there, and he leans into your touch, nuzzling his cheek into your palm.

“Yeah, can I please?”

“Of course you can.” You lock the door before grabbing Suguru’s wrist and pulling Jim into your bedroom. “You can go to sleep. I need to finish editing this page before I lay down.”

As you sit back down, placing your lap desk in front of you, Suguru takes a moment to look around your bed. There are tiny Post-it notes and looseleaf paper spread out over your comforter, along with the mini spiral notebook you had in your purse. He had teased about it initially, but he realized that you need to jot down your ideas when inspiration hits you. So your stocking was full of the little mini notebooks you loved to carry.

Seeing that blissful smile tugged at your lips, in the warmth of the flush in your cheeks, made Suguru float with happiness. That joy that was brought on by notebooks was something he would never forget. He wanted to make you happy for the rest of your life. Not just with notebooks but a life you both could build together in a romantic relationship. Suguru wanted to give you the world on a silver platter because you deserved it and much more.

“Oh fuck, sorry, Sugu.” Small hands quickly removed the notes and the papers covering the other side of your bed. “Just transcribing and everything.” You motioned for him to lie down, patting gently on the mattress.

Suguru crawled into bed with you, covering himself with the sheet, before snuggling his head against one of your pillows. The smell of your favorite shampoo and conditioner had his nerves relaxing as he watched you glare at the screen. From the way your nose was turned up, you were deep in thought. His curiosity got the better of him, and he learned in closer, his eyes roaming over the screen.

‘Oaklynn’s face scrunched up in pure pleasure as her orgasm hit her. Her breathing was heavy, and Ilsan growled in her ear, pumping his fingers in and out of her vagina.’

Vagina?

‘That’s it~ such pretty sounds—nngh!’ Ilsan’s voice cracked as Oaklynn’s soft hand squeezed his penis, twisting her wrist as she stroked. ‘O-Oh gods! Oak~ Oaaak!’ A spray of cum coated Oaklynn’s hand, his sticky seed spraying all over her, pooling onto the mattress below them.

“PFFT!” Suguru tried hard not to laugh, his hand flying up to muffle the chuckle. But god, it was too funny!

Upon hearing the laughter from your best friend, your eyes snapped down. There he was, tears in his eyes, tanned skin flushing a rosy color as his eyes remained glued on your screen. With a tiny gasp, you slammed your screen shut before hiding your face in your hands. Your jerky, panicked motions seemed to set Suguru off more as he threw his head back, barking out in laughter.

“Oh my god! Stop!”

“W-Why was he cumming like a faucet?!” Suguru rolled onto his back, wiping at the tears.

“Stop it!”

“And using the words vagina and penis? I preferred it when you called it Meat Stick and Fairy Cave!”

You grumbled before moving your hands to push him. “Could you please stop talking!? Please, I know it’s bad!” Those words had Suguru jerking his head up, finding you flushed cheeks and glimmering eyes.

“It’s not bad—”

“Yes, it is! This screams, ‘A virgin wrote this! She’s never gotten any action,’ Which is true! How can I describe an orgasm when I’ve never even had one?!”

The truthful outburst left you panting as Suguru’s laughter abruptly stopped. His dark eyes were transfixed on your face before you got up, putting away your notes and laptop, and as you silently moved around the room, you could feel Suguru’s eyes on you. And they stayed locked on you until you crawled into bed with a sigh, curling onto your side.

The self-doubt was in your every move, from how your body tensed to your shallow breathing as you fought back tears. You knew Suguru didn’t laugh to be malicious, but it wasn't a confidence booster either. At times like these, you questioned if you were good enough to do this and if writing a smutty fantasy was what you were capable of.

Suguru frowned as he watched your body tremble, soft whimpers sounding in your chest. God, he felt like an asshole. With hesitant movements, Suguru inched himself closer to you. His hand gently inches itself around your waist, pulling you into his chest. Seeing that you didn't fight him or verbally tell him no, Suguru wrapped his arm underneath you, spooning you.

“I’m sorry.” His breath was hot against your cheek. “I shouldn't have been snooping, especially when you were in rewrites.”

“I-It’s okay. I’m struggling with it; I want to be the best I can, ya’ know?”

“Mhmm, I know princess.” The warmth of his body had you relaxing. “Can I ask you a question?”

You turned your head and pressed your cheek against his. “Yeah, of course you can.”

“You’ve never had an orgasm?” His voice was so smooth and sultry, making you shiver. “Like ever?”

It was true; you struggled to reach the mythical ‘Big O’ since you started masturbating. You felt like you would get close, it was within grasp, but you would fall short. There was a time you thought maybe you did, but the fact you had to question yourself was the only answer you needed to know that you had, in fact, not had one.

“No, I haven't; I think my fairy cave is broken.”

Suguru’s chest rumbled as he laughed loudly, giving you a tight squeeze. God, he had it so bad for you. You were so innocent and cute; you had such a good sense of humor.

“I don't think it’s broken.” His statement had you rolling so that you were facing him. “You just need to explore it some more.” His hand reaches down gently, resting it on your ass. “I could talk you through it if you want.”

Tingles ran down your spine as he squeezed the fat of your ass. It was a mixture of relief and excitement that your reaction didn't turn him off from the night before. Your hands moved, gripping his shirt gently before biting your lip. You had tried so many times before, but Suguru—he knew what to do.

“I don't want you to talk me through it—I want you to do it.” Suguru’s dark eyes went wide, his pupils the size of pinpricks. “If you want to.”

Your best friend leaned close to your ear before placing a kiss against it, and he moved further down to your neck, his tongue past his lips, kisses and little licks over your sensitive skin. The sensation had you squirming, your pulse racing in your throat, and a shuddering sigh left your mouth. Suguru sucked on your neck as his hand groped and massaged your ass. Your body felt like it was kindling with fire, a low burn in the pit of your stomach as he continued to pepper kisses over your neck.

“You want me to make you cum?”

“P-Please.”

“I’d do anything for you.” He grunts gravelly into the crook of your neck. “I’ll make sure you know what an orgasm feels like. That way, your already amazing writing is more accurate.” Teeth grazed over the skin, leading to your shoulder, as one of Suguru’s hands slipped under your shirt, trailing over your belly. “Can I touch you?”

“Y-Yea—aah—” his hand groped your breast the second he heard ‘yeah’ leave your mouth. He gently squeezed it, massaging it between his long, thick fingers. His thumb gently brushed over the nipple with every squeeze. “Mmm—” you pressed your lips together as your eyes tailed down, watching his hand move underneath your tank top.

Suguru continued to kiss and nip at your neck, trailing kisses so gently over your skin; well, his other hand pinched and pulled at your nipple, rubbing the bud between his fingers. The way your body twitched and jerked underneath his touch had his cock throbbing hard within the confines of his sweats. The breathless gasps, the way you took your bottom lip between your teeth, gently gnawing at it, you look so fucking hot; he wanted to do more to see what other reactions he could draw out from you.

Suguru’s hand left your breast, slowly trailing down past your stomach before pressing his whole palm over your clothes-clad pussy. Being touched intimately for the first time had you jerking, eyes snapping shut. Suguru groaned, rubbing his hand over your pussy, feeling the warmth of your sex. You gasped as he pulled his hand away to his index and middle finger over your clothed clit. Your body jerked forward, your arms wrapping around his neck, hands sticking into his hair as he brushed over the sensitive bundle and the nerves a second time.

“Does that feel good?” Suguru asked, his mouth pulling away from your sensitive skin.

Your mouth fell open as your eyebrows knitted together. “F-Feels r-real good.” His fingers began rubbing against your clit in slow circles, drawing out a whine from your chest. “O-Oh fuuuck S-Suguru.”

“I got you~ I got you, don't worry.” His fingers rubbed faster, memorizing how you jerked and reacted, repeating the same movements to get you to respond more.

The intensity of everything was becoming too much for you to handle. It felt like your whole body was on fire, like a pot on the stove roaring to a boil. You needed more; you weren’t sure what, but you needed more of this, of Suguru. He needed to quench your thirst, to put water on the flames burning with every nerve of your body, and you knew that his fingers would be the only thing that could help you.

“I-I want more.” Your voice was so timid, making Suguru’s hand seize up momentarily. “Please.”

“You sure?” he asked, his voice dark and husky.

With a nod, you grabbed his wrist, bringing it up to the waistband of your shorts. “Yes, I’m positive.” You gently pushed his wrist down, allowing his fingers to slip under the elastic band. You could’ve sworn Suguru choked on his breath, his eyes widening in the low light of your bedroom as they glanced down to his hand that had breached your shorts.

Suguru wrapped his arm around you, holding you steady as his hand dipped lower, brushing against your slick folds. The initial contact has your head tilting back m as he groaned, feeling your delicate skin before rubbing at your clit gently. You gripped the fabric of his shirt, digging your nails into it. Your body trembled as you buried your face into his neck, whimpering against his skin.

“S-Suguru—”

“Is this okay?” Suguru moved slowly, carefully listening closely to your breathing and noting how you shook—memorizing each twitch, saving it for him to jerk off to when you fell asleep. All you could do was nod your head as you lost yourself in the pleasure. Seeing that you were doing so well, Suguru slipped his hand back further, his thumb rubbing against your clit before slowly sliding two fingers into you.

“Nngh!” You gasped out, pressing your lips against Suguru’s neck as you mewled. “Sugu~! Sugu~!” Your walls were beginning to flutter and convulse around him as he slowly curled his fingers in.

Feeling your hot breath against his neck, how your lips gently traced unintentional kisses over his sensitive skin had his cock throbbing hard. Suguru pressed into you, rubbing his hardening cock against your thigh. He slowly began thrusting his fingers in and out of you, wet squelched flooding the room as he rubbed your clit harder.

“I want to make you cum Princess.” He snarled against your cheek.

The vulgar words had you clamping down harder on his fingers. Your body was getting hotter, from your toes to your pussy, all the way into your stomach. That coil from a few nights before began tightening, coiling deep inside you. The intensity had you tugging on Suguru's shirt.

“S-Sugu~ f-feels intense a-again—Ah oh fuck it’s l-like before.” There was a twinge of uncertainty and fear in your voice. “I-I—”

“I know it's weird, but just let go. I got you—it’s going to feel so fucking good in a second.” His fingers moved in and out of your tight, wet heat faster, drawing out more gasps from you. “Trust me.”

“I-I do feel good, b-but—” Suguru hooked his fingers up, moving them in a come hither motion, causing your legs to shake. “Fuuuck! Oooh fuck!”

“God, you sound so good,” he whispered so softly you couldn't hear him over your moans. “So good.” Suguru had dreamed about doing this to you for so long, to have you underneath him, showing you how much you meant to him. It was a dream to have you clinging to him, gasping his name.

“Sugu—Suguru—” You could feel something coming; it was intense, making your toes curl. “S-Sugu—I-I—I think—!”

“That’s it~ that’s it, let go~ you’re gonna cum.”

His fingers pressed into the sponge spot inside of you. The pressure of his fingers and his thumb rubbing your clit had you seeing stars. You screamed into his neck, shutting your eyes tight as your thighs clamped around his hand. The pure fiery pleasure had your whole body and pussy convulsing as you cried out loudly, so loud Suguru heard your neighbor hit the wall with a ‘shut up.’

Suguru couldn't care; he wanted you screaming his name. He groaned as he felt your slick on his fingers, slowing down to help you ride out your first orgasm. "Shhhh, shh—princess, don't be too loud~" You panted heavily against his neck, tears in your eyes as the last waves of pleasure washed over you.

“Oooh fuck.” You wheezed out as Suguru gently pulled his finger out of you. “Oh my god.” As you rolled onto your back, Suguru quickly slid his fingers into his mouth, sucking your cum off with a satisfied growl. You tasted sweet with a tang of citrus; it was addictive. God, what would he do to taste it firsthand?

As he pulled his fingers out of his mouth, you rolled back onto your side and stared at him. Suguru smiled cocking an eyebrow at the almost unreadable expression on your face. “Yes? Can I he—eeegh!” Your hand brushed over his hard cock, catching him off guard. “W-What are you doing?” you say up on your knees, cheeks flushed with post-orgasmic glow and determination.

“I-I've never seen a man cum! A-And seeing that you offered to help me, c-could I watch you jerk off? O-Or maybe if it’s okay, could I touch you? Y-You’re hard, right?”

Your bluntness and straightforward request left your best friend gaping at you. You wanted to touch him? God, this was like two dreams coming true. But as much as he wanted to have your hand on him, he was afraid he’d blow his load the second your fingers wrapped around him. So he's going to have to compromise for now.

“How about I jerk off, and you can wrap your hand around me?”

“Okay! Um! Let's start.”

You sat back on your heels, swallowing hard as Suguru pulled the sheets off his body. You could hear your pulse pounding in your ears as you watched your best friend sit up, resting his back against your headboard, dark hair falling over his shoulder with every movement. Why were you so nervous? It was just Suguru’s dick, just your best friend, who just made you cum your brains out. Nothing about this should make you anxious! He was helping you! This was research!

But your research had your pussy throbbing as Suguru hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his pajama pants and pulled it down. When he did, his thick erect cock bounced, landing against his stomach with a hardy thump. It was heavy and thick, and it had you pressing your thighs together. The tip was a deep, dusty, rose color, dribbling out a clear substance from the tip. His shaft was tan; thick veins ran up and down as it twitched.

“Oh—” you whispered, taking in his well-trimmed pubes, admiring his happy trail that went from the bottom of his belly button down to the base of his cock. “Oooh fuck.”

“Yeah—” Suguru groaned, tilting his head to the side as he watched you with dark, knowing eyes. He saw the way you looked at him, your gaze lingering on his cock. “this is it.”

Suddenly, it became crystal clear why he had so many romantic partners. He was thick and big. You’re sure it would hit every place inside you that would feel good. Wait a minute, not you, his previous partners! It must’ve hit all the right places inside of them. It probably felt so good. Like how his fingers felt pressing that spot inside you. His cock had the perfect curve that would hit it just right.

“You good there? Did your virgin brain malfunction?”

In a way, it did, but you wouldn’t acknowledge that it had. “W-What!? No, of course not!” your eyes started to burn with a visible flush. “No.” Suguru just laughed breathlessly.

“I'm just teasing you, come here, I’ll show you what it looks like when a guy cums.” Your eyes slowly drifted back towards him, your breath catching in your throat at the sight of him stroking his shaft. His hand moved silly up and down, smearing what you could only assume was pre-cum over himself. “Fuccck.” he grumbled, “I’m so hard, I-I'm probably not going to last long.” That was okay with you. “You can wrap your hand around mine.”

With his invitation, you placed your hand over his moving your arm up and down as he stroked his cock. He didn’t go all the way down to the base. Instead, he focused his attention on the head of his cock. Each time, he stroked his cock, his head tilted back against the headboard as his legs spread. The muscles in his upper thighs constricted with each jerk. He looked so fucking good, like some sex god.

Seeing him in such a state had you trying to match his movements as best as possible and attempting to keep up with his steady but jerky pace. Your eyes wandered to where his shirt pulled slightly up, just enough for you to see the bottom half of his abs that were clenching with each stroke that focused on the head of his cock.

While his movements utterly entranced you, Suguru’s eyes were drawn to you. The way you took your bottom lip between your teeth, how your eyes roamed over him, focusing on the muscles in his stomach, before trailing back towards his cock. Your presence was enough to have him dribbling more pre-cum out. Suguru straightened his legs out, toes curling as his hand moved faster up and down over the head of his cock. He had it down so bad for you that it was going to be enough to send him over the edge.

“Oooh fuuuck~ fuck fuck fuck~” he growled through gritted teeth. “Fuck yeah.”

Fuck, oh God, he looks so good. Watching him pleasure himself had you feeling warm and fuzzy deep inside. He was really into jerking his hand up faster, squeezing himself hard. He looks so fucked out of his mind, and you were sure if you could see your face, your expression with mirror his. There was something about watching him getting off that had your pulse racing in your pussy throbbing, your shorts were already wet enough, and you could feel more slick coating them.

Moving your hand with his wasn’t enough. Biting down on your lip, you pulled his hand away. “Hey, what ar—aah—” Suguru’s head lolled back as you wrapped your soft hand around him, jerking your hand up and down at the same pace he was going.

“O-oooh.” You were not expecting it to be as velvety smooth as it was. The feeling of his cock in your hand had awakened something in you. You leaned over him, resting your free hand on his upper thigh. Stroking your hand over his cock up and down faster and harder, squeezing it like he had done to himself.

Suguru threw his head back against the headboard, hissing through his teeth as his eyes watched your hand move up and down over him. He had the scenario so many times in his head and his wet dreams when he would stroke himself until he would cum all over his hand. The final push was to feel you touching him with such enthusiasm.

“C-Cummin! Fuck! I’m cumming Princess!” Spurts of thick white cum shot out of his tip, lashing out over his stomach and his T-shirt. It wasn’t all like a hose; it was small ropes, for it to be exact, that lashed out over him and your hand. “A-Aah!” His whole body jerked his abs, clenching as his eyes rolled back, and you continued jerking your hand, milking him for all you could.

“W-Wow, tha-that was hot.” at the sound of your voice Suguru shot his hand forward, grabbing your wrist, stopping you from continuing to move over his cock. “O-Oh, sorry—“

“N-No, you’re okay, just sensitive.” He grunted as he let you go, allowing you to pull your coated hand back.

You both sat in your bed, traces of your orgasm coating both of you as Suguru came down from his high. Silence filled the open air between you, but it wasn’t at all awkward; instead, it was thick with tension, sexual tension. A tension Suguru was familiar with while the feeling was alien to you. Part of you wanted to reach out and kiss him, but something inside you prevented you from moving forward. Because this wasn’t a relationship, this was just your best friend helping you when you were struggling. It was nothing more than that.

Seeing as you were the only one capable of functioning, you got up and headed into your bathroom, grabbing a warm wet rag to clean you both off with. “Thank you for letting me do that.” You whispered as you cleaned off your hand before gently handing him the rag. “That was very informative, and I think it will help me with the pages. I’ve been struggling with it.” Suguru stared blankly at you, taking in your words as he wiped his cum off his stomach and shirt.

“Of course, I’m glad I could help you out.”

“Uhm, so do you wanna go to bed?”

“Yeah—yeah, that sounds good.”

“Awesome!”

After snatching the rag from him and tossing it in the bathroom, you crawled back into bed with your best friend. A man you had known since your childhood who you had grown up with. The two of you had been through thick and thin together, always there for one another no matter the circumstances.

As you lay down on your side, Suguru wrapped his arms around you, pulling you flush against your chest. You couldn’t help but wonder if you both had crossed the line tonight. Or if you had taken a step towards a new chapter of your relationship? Those questions could wait until morning because you were only concerned about how good it felt to be wrapped in his arms, listening to his heartbeat as you both drifted to sleep.

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[weremick]

I will now ramble about my Portal!Stan AU. (Is this out of the blue? No... what are you talking about?)

This is a long post, so I'll have a page break here.

Stanley Pines is the one who goes into the portal with Journal 1. Grimy, malnourished, traumatized, and full of grief... he goes into the portal.

Stanford Pines watches his estranged brother go into the portal. He's apologizing. He won't stop apologizing. He panics. His hands shake. He can't form a coherent sentence other than "I'm sorry."

Bill Cipher takes advantage. He psychologically tortures Ford by driving the point home that he's ruined Stanley. He's ruined everything. He shows a highlight reel of Stanley's past when he was a drifter. Stanley starving. Stanley being kidnapped. Stanley getting arrested, arrested, and arrested again. Stanley hiding from people who want him dead. Stanley living in his car with the childhood photo. Stanley trying to reach out to Ford, giving up before he can say a word. Stanley having mental breakdowns, panic attacks, dissociative moments, and the worst of the worst.

Stanford, instead of learning to rely and trust his family, has internalized that he is a fuck-up with little-to-no chance of redemption. He believes that to even begin to atone, he must bring Stanley back.

But... Bill Cipher... the apocalypse...

He can't use the portal anymore. Not because the portal is broken, but because he wants a relatively normal world for Stanley to return to. He'll find another way.

Now, Stanley Pines. He's been thrown into a place where he could die any second. Not only that, but he's not in the best shape to survive. He's broken and hurt in more ways than one. In a void between worlds, he spends an hour waiting for a portal to reappear. He believes that Stanford wants to bring him back home and will use the portal to do so. Nothing happens.

Back to Stanford Pines. He calls up Caryn Pines... their mom. He breaks down on the phone and explains everything. They will hold a funeral for Stanley, even if Stanford isn't completely convinced that he's dead. But the worst part is that Caryn doesn't blame Ford for what happened. She doesn't hold it against him.

And isn't that just terrible?

Stanley Pines becomes a criminal. He takes and takes and takes. He gets into too many fights. He breaks too many things. He wasn't trying to become a criminal... it sort of just happened. But once there was a label attached to him, he learned to live up to it. Though, he needs a living. He needs a long-term goal. Even if he has given up hope that Stanford will open up the portal again for him (even if he still visits the spot), he will find a way back home.

Then... a job. Two jobs, in fact. A bounty hunter... and a monster hunter? He's already stolen a weird baseball bat/gun thing, surely this will be a piece of cake. It's not. But the payment he receives... the equipment given to him to fight the next one... He'll throw his life away to just get a chance at succeeding. He did learn to gamble after all.

Eventually, he gets non-consensual body modifications. He wants to be "human." He wants to be untouched by the worlds he's landed in. He doesn't want to change. He wants to return to Ford without being someone who is less than whole. And yet... he's the perfect test subject when he's on the verge of death and unconscious. (Woah... explicit metaphors, narrative comparisons, and subtext??)

Let's skip ahead a bit.

Stanley Pines is a master bounty hunter with a multitude of connections. He finally has a way to return home, even if there is a low chance at succeeding.

Stanford Pines continues his research to get grants, but turns the house into a museum and educational facility, though there's no one close to him. At least, until Dipper and Mabel come along. He wants to say no. But...

Stanley Pine's way to return is carefully considered. He has other options, but he's seen the monsters who destroy worlds for fun. He must find a way to bring himself, and only himself, home. And the way he decided on is using a pure ball of energy that'll be placed into his chest, compressing him down, folding his body into nothing, and reforming in his own dimension. It won't hurt, but there is a chance of exploding. An 80% chance of exploding. But hey, he knows how to gamble.

Stanford Pines finds Mabel in front of a small rift opening up in the shack. Immediately, he's filled with fear. Dipper too. However, Mabel is apprehensive.. she sees something. No. She feels something. There's a intense longing full of love and grief and desperation and, oh, it feels incredibly human. But Stanford and Dipper have already begun efforts to close it up. She tries to stop them, saying to trust her.

And Stanley Pines walks through.

Stanford Pines, once again, could've ruined Stanley.

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Hero, Villain God 54

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*Grian's pov*

You sit down in front of him, Jer-Joel looks confused at first but then seems to accept it as he sits down as well, you don't give him the chance to say a word though, you are going to have your turn before he does.

"Ok ok, I'll start with my first question-"

"Wait, who said you could start first?!?"

"I did! And since I outrank you-"

"Fine! Fucking...whatever"

Now! For the first question... You don't actually have anything prepared. Should have thought about that huh.

"Ok... let's see...hmmmm"

"You didn't even have anything ready????"

"Shhh! I'm thinking..." Seriously, the nerve of some people... He narrows his eyes at you but shut ups... For about three or four seconds.

"You are so weird Xelqua."

"Huh uh, tell me something I don't know... Ok, got it!"

He puts his head in his hands and groans... already exasperated? You have just gotten started.

"Just ... ask the question."

"Ok, ok, why become a hero? Where did Altostratus come from?"

His frown disappears as It's replaced by a smug smirk. It's actually a one-eighty degree change, mood swings much?

"I don't see why you are so confused really. Why would a god as handsome and strong and tall as myself not become a hero if given the chance?"

... You definitely liked him more when he was annoyed, much more entertaining.

"So It's an arrogance thing?"

And there is the annoyance, immediately back not even a minute later, you are pretty proud of yourself for that.

"It's not, I'm also exceptionally humble."

"Huh uh."

"Oh you don't get to speak mr. 'I outrank you'. "

...

You don't exactly have a valid comeback for that, he got you good. Huh... Right, better cover the blunder and change the subject least he notice his victory and mock you in turn!

"That wasn't a really good answer to my question Joel"

"Too bad, my turn, what the fuck did you do to time?"

Oh come on, does literally every god know about that?

"Decided to reverse it a bit, you know how it is."

He crosses his arms. "I don't."

"Well, one useless answer for one useless answer....Ok, ok, my time to ask the question. Why did you wait a week to speak to me?"

Joel looks away for a second and then back towards you... Uncertainty? That's... different from the others expressions you hace seen on his face today, It's extremely uncanny to look at.

"I was busy planning how to approach you, I remembered you being much... different in the past"

"Different?"

"Last time I saw you was millions of years ago, when you killed most species on earth with a meteor... I remembered you being much more threatening."

Oh? He was scared? How- wait, what does that mean? You are as threatening as you have always been! You are as strong as ever! More then ever even! It's like he's saying you have mellowed out and that's... You don't even know if he meant as a compliment or not but you got defensive.

"Hmm...my turn again"

Uh? Oh right, the questions, you got a bit distracted there.

"Yeah yeah, I'm listening, just god distracted a bit there! Oops."

"Where you the one who did the whole snail curse? On Las Nevadas."

"What? Me? ...yeah, one of my better cursed, how did you figure it out?"

"It was an hunch, plus a plague of toxic snails feels like something you would do."

Well, *this* one is definitely an insult from the way he says it but you are going to take it as a compliment instead.

"... My turn! What else have you been doing outside of being a mid hero?" You snort as the clouds go pitch black and thunder booms.

"A MID-" He exales loudly. "And for your your information I've also gotten married."

.

.

.

...Wait what? He what? That's new, you didn't know he had been seeing someone.

"Are you serious? Congrats I guess. Who's the lucky god slash goddess?"

"..." Wait, that face...

"It IS a god, right?"

"That counts as another question so you'll have to answer two of mine."

Ugh, why is he like this?.... Ok maybe you deserve it for making this so hard but still...not appreciated.

"Fine, who did you marry?"

"A mortal, she's called Lizzie...you might know her as Ocean Queen."

Ok, what is going on? He married a mortal? Why???

"But she's...mortal. You know she's going to do that one thing mortal do... you know...get old... die."

"I would prefer you didn't speak of my wife dying like that-"

"I'm just...why would you want to get attached to a mortal? That's just dumb."

"Glass is the house of they hypocrite Xelqua."

... What does that even- is that a mortal saying? Wait, you aren't an hypocrite...not right now at least.

"I'm no hypocrite Joel, I would never get attached to a mortal in such a way so..."

"Didn't you take a literal bullet for one? Revert one of the laws of the universe for him?"

"You-"

"And I'm sure that he's not the only mortal you got attached too, I saw Mother Spore at Las Nevadas last week, you were pretty protective of that villain too, Boogeyman was it?"

... It's...well, you did...but it's not the same...right? Oh no...you need to think. You get up.

"Well, that was fun! Time to go!"

"My questions-"

"Let's finish this another time! Good? Good! Bye!"

[triptychcryptid]

I don't vibe with the "Ford can do no wrong," "what ego? He doesn't have an ego" mentality. Look, Ford and Stan are my FAVORITE characters in the show. And it's because they're so complex. Ford absolutely has a huge ego. Alex Hirsch even said in the podcast that it was a big point of his character. His ego was his hubris. Bill says on the website, and I BELIEVE in TBOB that Ford has a huge ego, too.

That, coupled with some crippling insecurities, is what made him so easy to manipulate. But that doesn't mean we should hate him, either. People aren't black and white. We operate in a LOT of gray area. He's grown and learned, and by the end of the show, he actually showed alot of maturity in regards to Stan and the kids. The fact that Stan sacrificed himself to save the universe showed Ford that Stan wasn't the selfish ass he spent 30 years believing he was. Don't get me wrong, Stan can be kinda selfish, but I think alot of it comes from spending so long being denied things.

Being denied love from his father. Being denied redemption from those around him because they all just saw him as a troublemaker. Seeing Ford get what he perceived as the emotional stability he so desperately craved and thinking Ford's life was so great because they'd BOTH been told it would be. Then after all the living out of his car and being in prison, beaten up, running from people who wanted to kill him, he faked his death and got a second chance. He was finally able to "be his own man" in a sense.

He could have the things he wanted, and he got the love he always wanted, from Dipper and Mabel. He'd become a beloved (if sometimes only tolerated) member of the Gravity Falls community. He wasn't about to give that up to Ford like he'd given up most things. But the incident with the portal obviously filled him with a lot of guilt and regret, and he was just SO happy to find out Ford was alive. Having the kids for the summer also showed an embittered, hardened old man that there were still things to live for. People to care about.

The thing with Stan is he's also got ego and insecurities, but he's not as easily manipulated because he's used to not trusting people's intentions. And I don't think Ford actually realized how much Stan kinda lived in his shadow. And in turn, Stan learned that there ARE trustworthy people in his life that love and care about him just for being the weird, grumpy, crazy old man that he is. Because they've learned that he will go to great lengths to protect the people he cares about, but he doesn't allow himself to care about deeply about many people because he's afraid he's going to hurt them, or they're going to hurt him.

If you are in this man's purposefully small inner circle, you are a very lucky person.

[youunravelme]

okay but how does mat propose??? (like a pt. 2 follow up to the wedding cake fic)

omg omg omg a proposal request!! let it be known, i have never been engaged, BUT all my friends got engaged/married last year so i think i'm uniquely qualified (edit: this was started in 2023, you know, when this request was sent. once again, my b). (though this might just turn into my dream proposal bc i'm in love with him).

for those of you who wanna check the part 1 of the wedding cake fic, here it is!

another edit: i wrote this to distract myself from my absolute disdain at scott mayfield.

carry on.

his hands were sweating all day.

which was weird, considering it was february.

but it wasn't weird, given what he had planned. he didn't know if he wanted to scream or throw up. the idea of you becoming his wife surely made him giddy, but it was soured with the slight chance that you might say no. he was supposed to propose before the season started up again, but he was plagued with anxious thoughts.

it's not the right time.

i'm not ready yet.

or the worst one: i don't think i'm that serious about you.

which, in hindsight, wouldn't make sense considering you were already living together and have been for quite some time. you wore his jersey to games, you had conversations about starting a family, you texted his mom and sister more than he did. there was no reason for you to say no.

right?

right?

after he chickened out back in september, mat's new plan was to wait until the bye week to propose. he was going to take you on a vacation to conil de la frontera, spain. he had everything booked and ready.

but then he was drafted for the 2024 all star games.

he could see it in your eyes, you were ecstatic for him to be recognized, but when you took a week and a half off of work, you were planning on packing your bathing suit, not taking a short flight to toronto.

you bore the slight disappointment well, smiling and kissing him and hugging him tightly when he got the news. he beamed when he saw you post about it on your instagram.

he couldn't wait any longer to ask you. your reaction to a change in your vacation plans from something warm to canada in the winter solidified what he was anxious about for months.

you loved him, there as no doubt about it.

you were the most selfless human being he knew.

his teammates had been crucial in the planning process, well, at least their wives were. bo, marty, anders, brock, and clutterbuck had been chirping him since the start of the season when they noticed that your left hand was still devoid of a ring.

"what're you waiting for, barzy?" bo asked after a practice one day. "you found a good one, she'd probably wait forever for you, but why're you making her wait?"

mat shrugged at the time, too embarrassed to admit that despite being one of the best players in the league and having millions to his name, he was terrified that it still wouldn't be enough for you. not that you'd ever demanded more from him, you'd taken him as he was and cheered for him even when he was having the shittiest time of his life.

he could give you the moon and still wouldn't feel like it was enough.

so when mat finally told his teammates about his plan in toronto, they immediately communicated to the wives who were closest to you. sydney, grace, and holly took you out to get your nails done while marty, anders, bo, and mat started researching the most romantic places in toronto on anders' laptop just in case you spontaneously went through mat's search history.

the day was planned, the photographer and necessary tickets were booked, he'd propose at the evergreen brick works after texting auston matthews about cool places to visit while he was in town, (he had to clarify that he didn't care about cool bars, and was looking to bring you along).

you'd been talking nonstop on the plane ride to toronto that you didn't even notice mat was quietly stewing. everything had to be perfect.

it was the very least that you deserved.

the first day in toronto, both of you explored the city by going to coffee shops and restaurants recommended by players and their significant others. when you made it back to your hotel room, your feet were aching.

you fell face first into the bed, whining into the comforter. "my feet hurt," you groaned.

mat laughed from his position leaning against the wall. "i told you to wear better shoes," he said.

"i didn't anticipate you dragging me all over toronto today."

"well, that's what we'll be doing tomorrow too, so prepare yourself."

"mat," you whined, finally flipping over so he could see your pretty face again. you had a cute pout on your lips that he wanted to kiss away. "we're on vacation."

"and you've never been in this city before, you should get to see it." he walked over to where you were and grabbed your hands. "c'mon, let's go take a bath and then we can order room service and spend the rest of the night in bed."

you were quick to agree.

the following day was pretty mundane. but wednesday was the cause of mat's stress.

his phone lit up with texts from his teammates, his parents, liana, tito, and ethan, all wishing him a good luck. the two of you woke up early enough to go to a local cafe and grab breakfast before taking the bus to evergreen brick work.

"you okay?" you asked, placing your hand on his knee to keep it from bouncing anymore.

he thanked whatever possessed him to keep the ring box in his coat pocket on the side that wasn't pressed up against you.

"yeah," he smiled. "just ready to get there."

when the two of you hopped off the bus, you slid your hand into his almost immediately. out of habit, mat tucked you into his side, happy to just have you close. it was a little cold outside, but it was like he couldn't feel it because of your proximity.

"mat!" you tugged on his arm and pointed at one of the signs. "they have ice skating here!" you grinned widely up at him and he couldn't help but smile right back. "we should go!"

"we will," he said. "i wanna do this trail first."

you looked at him funny. "you wanna go on a walk?"

he shrugged, tearing his eyes away from you to focus on the signs in front of him. "auston suggested this place."

"you're asking for a lot of suggestions from auston. it's unlike you..."

"there's no need to be suspcious, babe. i know that you wanted to be in a tropical place for vacation, that was the plan and everything, but since we're here, thought we'd make the most of it."

you scrutinized his face for a moment longer before nodding and pulling yourself closer to him.

after you secured another hot coffee to combat the cold, mat started leading you on the trail. while you were ordering, he was coordinating with the photographer to make sure she was in position.

the trail itself wasn't that long, thankfully because mat couldn't get a word out and if it was any longer, he feared you would've caught on that he was incapable of speaking.

you were still talking about work drama when you got to the lookout point. your voice was taken away by the sight of toronto in the background.

you hadn't always been the most observant person ever, you didn't even know he liked you until he told you verbatim when he couldn't take it anymore.

"oh my god, mat," you gasped. you pointed at the skyline in front of you with the hand that wasn't holding your coffee. "look how pretty it is!"

he swallowed and knelt down on one knee while your back was turned. mat took the ring box out of his jacket pocket, doing his best not to drop it despite how much his hands were shaking.

"have you ever seen anything that--" you whipped back around to look for him. he watched as confusion filled your face when you didn't see him standing behind you, but kneeling in front of you.

"oh my god," you whispered, dropping your coffee on the ground so you could cover your mouth with both hands. "mat what--"

"i love you," he said. "i love the way you squeal at every cute baby that comes across your for you page or the way you cry at the drop of a hat. i love how you celebrate everyone around you. you are the brightest thing in my life and if i quit my job tomorrow, i know my life would still be fucking amazing because i'd have you.

"i know that my schedule is hectic, and you could probably find a man better than me, who was more consistent, who wasn't going to play games or have practices on your birthday, who could take you out of the country for a vacation to somewhere warm instead of dragging you with me to an all star game. but i promise you, i will do whatever it takes to give you the best life possible if you'd let me. i wanna grow old and crinkly with you, i want our kids to have the same last name as both of us. i want to be able to point you out in crowds and tell strangers that i somehow managed to convince you to marry me.

"i have never been more terrified in my life than i am right now," he admitted. "but i have never been more certain of anything i want more in my life than you. so will you have me? will you marry me?"

in the middle of his speech, mat didn't realize when he'd started crying, didn't even notice that you were all but sobbing. he just recognized the scent of your perfume when you lunged towards him and kissed him hard on the mouth, your tears mixing with his.

"yes," you mumbled into his mouth. "oh my god, yes."

mat let out a watery laugh and managed to slip the ring on your finger even though his hands were shaking. you pulled him up to stand and immediately wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him close.

you were sniffling as he pulled you in for another kiss.

"i love you,' he whispered against your lips.

"love you more," you smiled back.

[fandom-junkie2020]

Uncovering the Secrets (1/?)

Jacob Black x Swan!Reader

Summary: While Bella enlists the help of her sister to find the meadow. Another mistakes Y/N for her sister. Set in New Moon.

Warnings: Threats of killing, regular twilight things

Date Uploaded: 6/8/24

Word Count: 2594

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Forks hadn't been the place that Bella and Y/N thought they would end up in--never mind go through high school. After spending some time in the cloudy town, the two had found their clicks. Well, Y/N had found a click. Bella, on the other hand, had become obsessed with her boyfriend and his family. Y/N often thought this was odd behavior coming from her sister. In Phoenix, Bella wouldn't have been so obsessed with a boy or his family. It seemed to consume her entire life. The hours that she would normally have spent at home were now filled with the Cullens. Even now that they were gone, the family still revolved around Bella’s thoughts.

Y/N often avoided mentioning the Cullens unless it was absolutely necessary.

Or if she was talking with her friend Jacob.

As the two visited La Push, Jacob and Y/N discussed the fearful reality that Bella had gotten herself into. Bella had found herself a controlling boyfriend--at least that's what he appeared to be. Given the chance to defend him, Y/N wasn't sure if Bella would agree with her.

"He just wouldn’t leave her alone. He was always showing up. I know she’d let him in at night. It's weird to spend so much time with one person."

Jacob smirked while turning his gaze from the ocean to Y/N, "Oh like we don't spend all our time together." His voice carried a bounce to it, in almost a childlike way as he teased her.

Y/N's face contorted into an expression that showed a mixture of frustration and humor, "You know that's not what I meant." She turned back to the ocean as she continued, "We have agency. It's not like we isolate each other. Also, you can't tell me that whole 'I fell down the stairs' thing wasn’t complete BS."

The next day to Y/N’s surprise, Bella walked into her room, "I'm going to find the meadow. Want to come along?"

Y/N was taken aback by the question. Firstly, what was the meadow? Second, why was she asking? Bella's major depressive episode had greatly affected the relationship between her and her sister. The two rarely spend time together, even less time than when Edward was around. Now in his absence, something that should have increased their time together, the two seldomly spoke to one another. Even though there was a cloud of confusion filling her thoughts, Y/N replied, "Sure," and gathered her things "how far away is it?"

"Well, I'm not exactly sure. I just have to find it again."

The two searched the woods for what felt like hours to Y/N, but the urgency that filled Bella's words and body language made Y/N refrain from requesting to turn around. She wasn't even sure that they would find their way back to their house. How were they supposed to when Bella didn't even know where this meadow was.

"What's so important about this meadow?"

The question made Bella pause for a moment before continuing her steps through a patch of trees. "It's the one me and Edward used to go to." She said it so plainly. As if this hike was worth the reasoning.

"Seriously? How are you still thinking about him? He left you, Bella."

Bella turned around, her hair flicking behind her head as she did so, "It's not like that--"

"Well it sure seems like it," Y/N's expression was one of stone. Her features were stiff and her lips were bonded tightly together. The two stood in silence, both not knowing what to say to the other. They stood for a few moments before Y/N's mouth opened and released a sigh. "You know, Bella, you can find this meadow on your own. I should've known it had something to do with Edward. When is anything not about him." With that, she turned on her heels, not interested in whatever her sister had to say.

As she walked, she thought about their lives, about when they lived with Rene. Oh, would she give anything to get that life back. It wasn't perfect--if anything it was exhausting. Having to care for Rene and the household was a chore, but Bella took care of most of those affairs. Y/N took on some of the more calm tasks like dishes and laundry, while Bella worried about rent and the whereabouts of their mother. No this life was not perfect, but at least it was a life without Edward in it. Since his entering their lives, Y/N had lost her sister. Of course not in the natural sense, but in the way that meant a greater deal to her. Sometimes, she thought regrettably, that Bella would be dead instead of being with Edward. Dramatic? Yes. But nevertheless true. Her sister was alive, but her absence left an empty hole within the household, not one that went unnoticed by Y/N and Charlie.

It was in the middle of her thinking that Y/N stepped out of the forest and into a degraded area of grass. What was once most likely thriving was not dehydrated and wilted. Y/N walked further into the field, curious about the sudden change in terrain. She reached down to feel the grass. No water at all, she thought.

"Bella." Y/N's head shot towards a voice in front of her. Standing about 10 yards away from her was a man, tall in stature, with dark brown dreadlocks flowing over his shoulders. "I didn't expect to find you here."

Y/N slowly stood and felt an uneasiness due to the mysterious man in front of her. "Bella is my sister."

Within seconds the man was 5 yards closer. This made Y/N's heart race as her eyes widened in surprise. Was this real? she thought. Maybe it was something she'd imagined. After all, she had been walking in the woods for some time.

"So, you should be familiar with the Cullens then, no?" Y/N slowly nodded at the question. "I went to visit the Cullens, but their house was empty. I'm surprised they left Bella behind. Isn't she a short of pet of theirs?"

Y/N's voice started to clog her throat as she talked, "Yea, I guess you could say that."

The man started to walk slowly around Y/N, still keeping his distance. He mimicked a predator stalking his prey. "Do the Cullens visit often?"

Something within her bloodstream told her to lie, "Yeah, they visit all the time. I'll mention that you stopped by." Even though she hadn't a clue who this man was, she would be telling someone that she'd run into him.

"But they are far away, no?"

"Why do you need to speak with them?"

As he answered her question, the man stepped closer to Y/N, quickly closing the gaps between them, "I came as a favor to Victoria."

"Victoria?"

"She asked me to see if Bella was still under the protection of the Cullens. She sees it only fair to kill his mate considering he killed hers." He widened his eyes and at this point he was close enough to Y/N for her to tell the color of them. They weren't like any other color she'd seen in a human. They were bright red. But that couldn't be true, they had to have been contacts. Yet, what he was saying made him seem like the product of pure evil. Is this what evil looks like, tall and handsome with red eyes? "But, Victoria wouldn't mind my killing you. You being Bella's sister and all. You're so mouthwatering, just like her."

Y/N raised her hands in front of her while she pleaded, "Please don't."

Then, before she could blink, the man was in front of her, close enough for her to feel his breath on her face. He put his hands beside her face, almost cupping her cheeks with his palms, "No, no, no, no, shhhh," he comforted "I'm doing you a kindness by killing you quickly. Victoria plans to make Bella's death slow and painful. And if she makes the same mistake I did--then well, we can imagine how that will go."

“Please,” Y/N made one last weak attempt to get the man to reconsider. She didn’t even fully understand why she was here, yet she was going to die? This wasn’t making any sense. Her body filled with adrenaline as she moved away from him. She turned her body so she could run back the way she came, but the man tripped her, leading to her fall towards the dry grass.

It was then that a grumble came from the woods to the left of them. The trees shaked as the face of an enormous wolf emerged. 

“I don’t believe it,” the man said, astonishment circulating around his words. 

The monster drew closer, bearing its teeth at the man. Both Y/N and the man stood shocked as several other wolves followed what now seemed to be understood as their leader. The beast lunged and erupted a growl from its throat. The volume was unimaginable to Y/N’s ears. It was the most beautiful yet terrifying noise she’d ever heard. 

Quickly, the man swiveled on his feet, wasting no time to run from the pack. Y/N opted out of this implausible circumstance. She struggled to crawl up to her feet as she ran toward the forest. Before she could make it in, she turned her head to where the wolves had emerged from. It was then that she saw a gorgeous wolf. Its hair was a reddish brown and its eyes were the color of the earth. The wolf, instead of running towards its pack, approached Y/N. Their eyes met and there was a familiarity to them. She couldn’t quite place it, but Y/N felt like she knew this wolf. Again, another impossibility. Before she could make the choice to run away, the wolf quickly turned away from her and towards the direction that other wolves had run in. 

“What the hell,” Y/N’s mind was clouded in confusion. How was Bella connected to all of this? And the Cullens, how are they involved? Instead of sticking around to ask more questions, Y/N continued her trek into the woods, her feet carrying her as fast as possible. Her forehead was starting to get saturated in sweat and her lungs were fighting against her attempt at escape. 

As she continued further into the woods, Y/N got more lost. She had to depend on Bella knowing where this meadow was to both get there and go back home. Now, she was clueless and the sun was starting to set. The jacket she had grabbed was only meant for light breezes. It was no match for the cold brought along by the March weather. 

The night grew darker and colder much quicker than Y/N could have imagined. She had expected to find home by now, but found herself lost within the dark forest. Her teeth chattered against each other as her hands moved up and down her arms in an attempt to warm herself. As she walked her movements were stiff. Her legs burned as she stepped over rocks and branches. 

At one moment, while she was still wandering through the forest, Y/N had lost hope. All of her energy had gone into figuring out how to leave the dreated forest and trying to figure out what was going on with Bella. All of the walking had exhausted Y/N’s resources. She thought, just for a moment, I’ll take a nap. Then I’ll find my way home. She then lowered herself to the ground, finding a tree to lay comfortable against. Just a little nap, she thought. Then, she fell into a deep sleep.

It wasn’t until hours later that she was located. Charlie had the whole town of Forks looking for his daughter. Y/N, who didn’t have a clue that so many people were looking for her. She didn’t even have a clue when she felt strong arms wrap underneath her knees and shoulders.

The arms were warm and hard. Y/N’s head fell towards the body of the person carrying her. The muscles in her body were aching as the person took each step. Her eyelids fluttered open to see a shirtless chest in front of her. It didn’t seem to be the man from earlier which brought her relief as she closed her eyes once again. 

When her eyes opened some hours later, Y/N found herself in her room. The sun was beaming through the windows as birds chirped. Y/N lifted her head to look around her room. Sitting next to her was Jacob Black. His head rested on her bed, his eyes were closed. His body rose and fell with each breath he took. It was a beautifully peaceful sight. Despite the exhaustion still coursing through her body, Y/N felt comfort at the sight of her friend. That feeling was removed upon the remembrance of the woods and what had happened. Y/N reached her hand to place it on Jacob’s shoulder and the boy sprung up almost immediately. 

“Y/N!”

“The Cullens!”

As they looked at each other, Jacob’s face hardened and his eyes looked away from Y/N then quickly back. “The Cullens?” he asked. 

“You’re never going to believe it!” Y/N’s words were rushing out of her mouth as quickly as she could allow them. “There was this man in the woods and he was talking about the Cullens and Edward. Edward killed someone! Then the man wanted to kill me because I’m Bella’s sister or something, but before he could these huge wolves came out of nowhere and went after him!” 

Jacob’s eyes widened as the girl spoke. His mind was racing with an explanation of these events. Despite that being exactly what happened, he could drag her into all of this. Even with the Cullens gone, it wasn’t safe, at least for now. “Y/N,” he said with caution, “what are you talking about?”

“There are these people that want to kill Bella because of Edward–because of the Cullens! We have to tell Charlie,” as she stood to sit up Jacob pressed her back down. 

“No, we don’t need to get Charlie,” he sighed, “None of that happened. We found you in the woods after you got separated from Bella. It must have been a dream.” Y/N racked her brain. This couldn’t have been the explanation. If it had been a dream, why did it feel so real? “I’ll let Charlie know you’re awake. Maybe we can hang out once you’re feeling better?”

Y/N nodded slowly as she watched Jacob exit her room to retrieve Charlie. As Jacob left, Y/N thought about what happened. There was no way that she had dreamed of all that happening. Although it was outrageous and she had barely believed it was happening at the time, you don’t dream like that. You aren’t able to feel the hands of others or experience fear so clearly. At this moment, Y/N decided that there was something bigger going on. There was a secret that she needed to uncover. 

Who was the man in the woods?

Why did he want to kill Bella?

Did Edward really kill someone?

How is Jacob involved?

All of these questions she would soon seek out the answers to. 

[tinaswampdweller]

Yandere!Izuku X Reader

This is a drabble and is unfinished. I like it though and thought someone else might enjoy it. It’s rough but still readable. It’s essentially just Writing practice.

“I used to think I was a good person, you know. I used to ask myself why Kacchan did it. I could never understand. I was gonna go to UA, become a pro-hero, settle down and marry an admirable woman.”

I looked up at him, knees sore from digging into the ground for too long. His glowing green eyes looked unusually vibrant as they watched me.

He continued with an unsettling smile as if remembering something fond.

“I once visited a psychic with Kacchan and Kirishima, you wouldn’t know them, but it was something fun to do after class. The psychic, foretelling futures was her quirk, at least that's what she told us.” He chuckled like it was a funny story he was telling.

‘He’s so ingrained in his story, Y/N. This is the perfect time to make a run for it.’ a voice whispered in my mind.

He once told me his quirk made him tired if he used it too much. Given that he was probably on patrol earlier with a pro-hero, there was a chance he wouldn't use his quirk due to fatigue if I slipped past. A small chance.

“She. Said. I’d marry Urakaka, you wouldn't know her but I hadn't even told her her name. Can you believe that?” He let out a laugh, equal parts astonished and incredulous. “But she knew it. And that should have given me some relief, I was gonna marry a pretty and admirable woman, one that my mom would like.”

NOW! I leapt up using a touch of my quirk. It was by no means a heroic quirk, but it allowed me to use a boost from his quirk, whatever it was.

Two steps. Two steps was all I had moved before he had me. Hands tightly gripping my forearms close to his chest. His emerald eyes pierced into mine with that all too familiar dark stare. Amusement swimming in his electric orbs. It was a look unfit for a hero and all too perfect for a villain.

“Dammit, I wasn't finished with my story.” he said, his voice rising with a hint of irritation. I had annoyed him. Unlike most, Izuku thrived under pressure. From now on, his eyes would be fixed on my every move.

“Let. Go.” I spat at him through gritted teeth. His grip was firm, a faint static buzzing where his hand met my skin. He was using only a fraction of his strength, yet it was enough to make the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.

“I should be happy right? RIGHT?” He yelled directly into my ear, his grip tightening as he shook me, the force rattling through my bones. Why was he so strong? Why was he always so much stronger each time he found me?

“I’m gonna be an amazing hero with a pretty wife to show off. But for some reason, it annoyed me. If I marry Urakaka, that leaves you free to take. Any weirdo or creep could just snatch you up.”

I began to struggle against his grip. Whatever weird monologue he was going on about, I didn't want to hear any of it.

“You're the fucking creep!” I shouted as my vision began to blur, desperately trying to tug my sore arms out of his vice-like grip. He’d used only a fraction of his quirk as a warning and just that was enough to overwhelm me. My stupid quirk only intensified his.

“No, no. Come on, don't say that. Yes, I can be creepy but… I’m different from the rest.”

Even in this dire situation, his words still managed to make me cringe.

"You're wondering if I know how I sound, aren't you?" he said with a cheerful, almost childlike giggle, as if this was some lighthearted exchange, a shared inside joke. "Yeah, I know exactly how I sound. But the thing is-" he leaned in, his voice dropping to an almost playful whisper "-if I come across that way, it's really your fault. Think about it. All of this… it’s only happening because of you."

"Wasn't it you who wanted me first?" he spat, his voice tinged with impatience. "You called me cute, counted my freckles, played with my hair –hell, you kissed me first! But no, of course, it's always someone else's fault, isn't it? Can’t you take responsibility for a damn thing in your life?"

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thanks for reading. If anyone’s up to it, I’m looking a specific yandere!izuku fic where the reader enters her home to find izuku on her couch. He’s being all coy and cute but vaguely threatens her family. I think it ends with her going limp as he kisses her. Just really stuck with me so if you know lmk

[peaxchydreams]

just the two of us

class 1-A surprises you and bakugo with a thoughtful picnic to help you both relax and take a break from the rigors of hero training. Initially reluctant, bakugo gradually relaxes and enjoys the quiet time with you.

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navigating a relationship with katsuki bakugo wasn't easy. his explosive personality and intense dedication to becoming the number one hero meant that there were challenges, but you both made it work. surprisingly, your friends in class 1-A had been incredibly supportive, and today, they were determined to show it.

you walked into the common room to find your classmates gathered around, clearly waiting for something. mina was the first to spot you, her eyes lighting up with excitement.

"there you are!" she exclaimed, bounding over to you. "we've got a surprise for you and bakugo!"

you raised an eyebrow, glancing at bakugo who was sitting on the couch with his usual scowl. "a surprise?"

"yup!" kirishima grinned, clapping a hand on bakugo's shoulder. "we know things have been a bit rough with all the hero training and exams, so we thought you both could use a break."

bakugo huffed, crossing his arms. "we don't need a break."

mina rolled her eyes. "oh, come on, bakugo. even you need to relax sometimes. besides, it's for both of you."

bakugo grumbled something under his breath, but you could see the hint of curiosity in his eyes. you smiled, appreciating your friends' efforts. "alright, what's the plan?"

uraraka stepped forward, holding a small basket. "we planned a little picnic for you two. there's a spot near the dorms that's really nice and quiet."

your heart warmed at their thoughtfulness. "that's really sweet, guys. thank you."

bakugo stood up, still looking a bit reluctant but resigned. "fine. let's get this over with."

you chuckled, taking his hand. "come on, it'll be fun."

as you walked out of the dorms, you could hear your friends cheering you on. "enjoy your date!" kaminari called out, making you blush.

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the picnic spot was perfect, a secluded area under a large tree, with a blanket laid out and a basket filled with food. you sat down, feeling the gentle breeze and the warmth of the sun filtering through the leaves.

bakugo sat beside you, looking slightly uncomfortable but trying his best. "this is stupid," he muttered, but there was no real heat in his words.

you nudged him playfully. "it's nice. they did this for us because they care."

he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "yeah, i know. it's just… weird."

you placed a hand on his arm, your touch calming him. "i get it. but we don't have to do anything special. let's just enjoy the moment."

for a while, you both sat in comfortable silence, eating and talking about anything that came to mind. gradually, bakugo relaxed, and you could see a genuine smile on his face.

"hey," he said after a while, his tone softer than usual. "thanks for sticking with me."

you leaned against him, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "always."

later, as you packed up the picnic, you couldn't help but feel grateful for your friends. their support had given you and bakugo a chance to strengthen your relationship, and you knew that, with them by your side, you could face any challenge.

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when you returned to the dorms, your classmates were waiting eagerly. "how was it?" mina asked, practically bouncing with excitement.

bakugo grunted, but you could see the faint smile he tried to hide. "it was fine."

you laughed, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. "it was great. thank you, everyone."

your friends cheered, and you realized just how lucky you were. with bakugo by your side and the support of your friends, you felt ready to take on whatever the future held.