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anemptypuddingcup · 2 years ago

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Just visiting. Portgas D. Ace. (Or Fire Fist Ace✨)

Contains; BlackFem!Reader. Ace is alive y’all- (at least in this fic) Ace visiting Reader after a few years. Reader and Ace being distant lovers- good amount of begging. Ace being impatient. Baby girl Ace✨ Rough-ish makeup sex.

You sat there on the couch by the door for over two hours. After hearing about his return how can you sit still? You were excited, so hype to finally see Ace after half a decade of him traveling and such. You remembered when Luffy had stopped by one time telling you that he had seen Ace around during that time and that you were probably gonna see him next. So you obviously couldn’t sit down from the good news from his own younger brother.

You made sure to clean up your home and make everything look tidy before he had came around, you couldn’t even sleep from the excitement of Ace visiting. By the time there was a knock on the door, you had actually fell asleep on the couch out of tiredness. “Oi! Anyone there!?” Ace called out as he knocked onto the door. You jump up, startled from the knocking on the front door. As you hear Ace’s voice you immediately jump up from the couch and rush over to the door. You unlock the door and open it to see his flashy smile beaming at you.

“Ace! I’m so happy to see you!” You beamed, hugging him tightly. Ace could and smile and blush at your affection. “I heard you were visiting so I made sure to clean up and all so it wouldn’t look so messy.” You sighed, yawning from how tired you still were. “You look like you just woke up, you sure you aren’t tired from all that?” He asked, walking into the house with you. You rubbed you eyes and look away from him, trying to keep your sleepiness hidden. “No- M’not tired.” You lied, a yawn following after. Ace lets out a chuckle and flops onto the couch. “You don’t gotta hide it, I know you’re tired ________.” Ace says, getting comfortable on the couch.

“Well M’not going back to sleep. I missed you and I wanna spend as much time with you as I can..” You huff, scratching your head. Ace stares down at you intently causing you to look up at him. “Ace? Ace, you okay?” You called out, grabbing his attention. Ace blinks a bit and laughs nervously. “Sorry I zoned out for a bit. I didn’t think you missed me that much..” He smiled. You smile at him and hug him again. “Of course I miss you so much, I haven’t seen you in years.” You say, adding emphasis.

Ace chuckles and wrap his arms around you, burying his face deep into your neck. You blush deeply and hug him tighter, happy to be deep in his warm embrace. “I miss you…I miss you so much..” You whimper, unable to let go of him. “I miss you too…I’m sorry I left you behind.” He apologized. “You did it for a good cause Ace…” You forgave him. Ace presses a kiss to you neck, making you let out a little moan. “Can you…can you let me touch you..? I wanna feel you again.” Ace whispers, his hands trailing up your back. “Yes, yes of course you can~” You gasp as you feel his hands trail to your sides. Ace begins to feel all over your upper body, sliding his hands past and into your bra. You let out a small gasp as you feel the rough skin of his palms rub against your nipples.

“A-Ace~” You moan as you feel his hands trail over your soft skin. You bite your finger as Ace begins to unclasp your bra. He throws the bra onto the floor and begins to press smooches against the valley of your breasts. “Miss you and your touch so much~” You whimper as Ace trails kisses down your body. “I. miss. you. too.” He said within each kiss he pressed against your body. You feel the heat rise in his fingers tips and his lips, indicating that he was becoming less controlled and more anxious to touch you. He stops at your lower tummy and looks up at you, his face showing off a bit of nervousness.

You nod, giving him permission to go further down your body. He unbuttons your jeans and slowly peels them off your lower body, revealing your pretty panties. Ace kisses your clit through your panties making you let out an abrupt gasp from the pleasure. He moans softly as he stops kissing your clit and instead just pulls your panties off. He suckles on your clit and slides two digits into you. You lay your hand onto his head as you began to praise him and whisper out how good he had you feel. Ace looks up at you with glossy lust-filled eyes and grabs your hips tightly to pull your pussy farther onto tongue and fingers . You whimper as you feel yourself growing close, the pleasure making you grip Ace’s hair a bit tight. “Ace! A-Ace M’close~” You moaned, trying your best to keep your composure.

Hearing your words makes Ace stop and remove his fingers from you, making you whine out in displeasure. “No! No please don’t stop!~ I was so close..” You whined. Ace smiles as he slid his slick-covered fingers against your entrance. “If you wanna cum, you gotta beg for it~” Ace said as he continued to tease your entrance with his fingers. “Ace please-“ You huffed. “Pleaseee? Do it for me~” Ace begged. (Ironic how he’s just begging for you to beg for him.) You whimper and obeyed, unable to be patient anymore. “Please I wanna cum, just let me cum Ace please!~” You begged, finally wanting sweet release. Ace smiles and slides his fingers back into you making you let out an abrupt moan. He thrusts his finger in and out of your needy hole, pushing his fingertips harshly against your g-spot. “O-OH GOD!~ A-ACE!~” That was the final push to send you over the edge as you cum all over his hand with a gasp.

Ace breathes heavily as he grows hard from watching you cum. He plants a kiss onto your lips as he removes his fingers from your cunt again. He slides his fingers against his tongue before sucking all of you essence off of them. “Fuck I missed the way you taste…” Ace moans. You were still taking deep breaths to recover from your last orgasm, but Ace was growing impatient. He needed you and he needed to be inside of you immediately. Ace slowly pulls his hard cock out of his shorts and places it against your soaking entrance, making you moan from how sensitive you were.

“Baby I’m sorry, I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside of you..” Ace breathed desperately. He slowly begins to push inside of you, leaving you unable to recover quick enough. “Ace, hold on~” You gasp loudly as he shoves all of himself inside of you, making you feel the pain of him stretching you out. You couldn’t even adjust to his length due to him being impatient. “Ooh you’re so tight~ Tighter than I remembered~” He moans as he begins to thrust into you hungrily. You let out a moan of pain and pleasure as Ace fucks you so desperately, he lifts your legs onto his shoulders to fuck you at a deeper angle while you cried out for him. “Fuck~ I-It feels so fucking good~” You cry out followed by you gasping out for a bit of air. “I missed you, I missed you and this fucking pussy so badly~” Ace’s moans were full of desperation.

You wrap your arms around him as he begins to speed up, enjoying the wonderful feeling of his cock massaging your gummy walls and hitting your cervix. Ace hisses as he feels you tighten up around him while you began to feel him warm up inside of you. “A-Ace slow down~ Y-You’re heating up~” You moaned. You didn’t want him to get too hot but you couldn’t sit there and act like you weren’t enjoying him warming up more inside of you. Ace whines as he speeds up even more, which makes you cry out even more from the stimulation. “I-I can’t~ F-Fuck I can’t~” He whimpers as he wraps his arms around your body. Ace pressed sloppy kisses onto your chest while both you and him grew so close to cumming. “Baby~ Baby can I cum inside of you, can I please cum inside of you?” Ace begged as his thrusts grew more harder and harsh against your cervix. You couldn’t even process out any words as struggled to get your answer out from the overstimulation. You wrap your legs tightly around his waist to prevent him for pulling out, allowing him to cum inside of you.

Ace gives a sloppy kiss before picking you up off of the couch to go at an even better angle for both you and him. Tears began to brew at your eyes as Ace overstimulates you even more. “A-Acee~ M-M’g-gonna c-cummm~” You slur out as you felt that coil deep in your tummy tighten up too far. “Yes! Yes! Cum for me baby, fucking cum for me~” Ace demanded as he embraced your body tightly. You writhe around in his grasp before that coil finally snaps inside of you, allowing you to finally cum. “O-OHH~ S’COMINGGG~ S’COMING OUT!~” Your walls tighten around Ace’s cock and you throw your head back onto Ace’s shoulder as you squirt out onto the carpet below you both. Ace moans and lets out a little laugh and he spurts his seed deep inside of you, filling you up while a bit wastes out onto the carpet.

Ace flops onto the couch unable to stand up any longer on his shaky legs. You let out another moan as you feel his cock go a bit deeper into you, a little accident. Ace peppers kisses onto your shaking body as you breathe heavily against him. Tears steams down your face from the overstimulation while Ace comforts your shivering body with his warmth. “I miss you…I miss you so much baby~” He coos, hugging your body tightly before whispering apologies for overstimulating you. “I-I mish you tooo~ ish okayyy~” You slur happily as a pleased smile spreads across your face. “Do you need anything or want anything?” He asked, worried that he went too far over the edge. You shook your head, only wanting his time and touch. “O-Only you~” You say shakily. Ace nods and keeps you within his embrace, peppering kisses onto your shoulder.

If only he wasn’t visiting, you wouldn’t mind him overstimulating you all the time.

A/N; ahahah writing this fic definitely had me hot. Okay I’ll stop. I did enjoy writing this so I hope you enjoy reading it!

#one piece #one piece smut #one piece fluff #one piece x female reader #op smut #op fluff #portgas ace x reader #op ace x reader #ace smut #portgas d ace #portgas ace smut #puddingcupfics

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otakusheep15 · 6 months ago

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Twisted Wonderland Rant - Epel Felmier

Hi, I’m back with another long post rant. This is all written on my phone, so y’all know this is gonna be messy. Just bear with me please.

Okay, let’s talk about Epel cause I have a lot to say about him.

Can we as a fandom stop feminizing him? Like, please, it’s getting so ridiculous. I’m so tired of seeing people treat him all cute and feminine because of the way he looks and it’s getting on my nerves.

Obviously, this fandom as a whole has always had problems with mischaracterization, but Epel has to be one of the worst imo.

A bit of a controversial take, but I think people just ignore and excuse Vil’s treatment of Epel way too much. It’s clear that Epel does not like the way Vil pushes him into being feminine, and yet the fandom excuses it at Vil “helping” Epel. However, all Vil is doing is making Epel worse. He’s trying to force Epel to be someone he is not, like making him change his accent and personality to better fit his appearance. That’s not helpful, it’s just cruel.

In a lot of ways, Epel reminds me of my own experiences as a trans man. The constant fight to be perceived as masculine being constantly ruined by the people around me trying so hard to force me into femininity. That’s what Epel is to me. I’m not saying he is trans, although that is my headcanon. However, I do think it’s important to consider just how close his experience is to that of trans men. He’s trying so hard to be perceived as masculine and tough, but because he has a cute face, he’s automatically seen as girly and feminine. Not to mention, the people around him (especially Vil) try so hard to strip away his attempts to be masculine by forcing him into that feminine box.

Now, to be clear, this is not me hating Vil. Besides this one issue, I do actually like Vil as a character. However, I think it’s important that we as a fandom hold his character accountable, as I feel like his mistreatment of Epel is so often overlooked. Yes, I know Vil has his reasons, but still, it’s always been weird to me. The way Vil forced Epel to hide his accent has certain undertones that I think require their own separate post, but that’s a whole separate issue for another day.

I also think that Vil’s treatment of Epel almost enables THAT certain part of the fandom do treat him the same way. After all, if Vil can forcefully feminize Epel, then it must be okay for the fandom to do the same -_-

Look, y’all can have your headcanons. If y’all want Epel to be feminine and girly, then I can’t really stop y’all from being like that. However, I do encourage y’all to think about the kind of character Epel is. He’s not feminine; he’s always been rough-and-tumble, loud, and strong. He does not want to be perceived as feminine, and he has no desire to embrace those features of his. I’m so tired of the fandom just completely erasing his entire character just because he looks a certain way.

Sorry if this is messy. Like I said, I wrote this on my phone in a bit of a rage. Maybe I’ll try to clean this up, but probably not. If you think any differently, feel free to reblog or comment or whatever. I don’t really wanna fight anyone over this, but I’m more than happy to have a (civilized) discussion if anyone wants. Thanks for reading.

#twisted wonderland #long post #rant post #long rant #epel felmier #vil schoenheit #twst

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the-original-skipps · 5 months ago

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hi !! saw that requests are open >_< i'd like to request winbre boys reacting to you being sick ! 🩺

that's all, thank u so much and i love ur works !! <3

|| When you’re sick. || Wind Breaker Reactions ||

awww thank you darling your support means the world to me! y’all probably thought id never write again but here i am! was going through a major writing block like no ideas here hitting me so i decided to open the ask box for some fresh ideas

: Sakura Haruka. Suo Hayato. Nirei Akihiko. Umemiya Hajime. Kaji Ren. Togame Jo.

Sakura looks at you with a scowl on his face, yet his eyes reflect deep worry for you. "H-Hey, are you sure you're okay?" He asks nervously, he knows that you're not being your usual self and it's unsettling. It took you a minute to snap out of your daze to look towards your boyfriend. "Huh? Oh, I'm fine..." At your response his scowl turns into a deep frown, he then crouches down, arms outstretched behind his back. You look at him in confusion, until he speaks up. "G-Get on! You're clearly not okay, we're g-going home..!" After a moment, a small smile graces your face as you get on Sakura's back. His grip on your thighs tight-afraid that you might fall over. In response, you nuzzle your tired head on his neck whispering against his skin. "Thank you, Haruka..."

"I d-don't really know what to do but tell m-me what you need and I'll do it..!"

❥ Suo places the warm porridge he made beside your bedside table before carefully ushers your drowsy body to lie back down onto the bed. Your weary eyes look up towards him. "H-Hayato, I'm f-fine. You don't have to worry about m-me.." Suo meets your words with a frown on his face before he lets out a soft sigh. He then sits down beside you on the bed, placing his hand on your warm forehead. His cool hand brings you a momentary relief as your eyes flutter shut, pushing against his hand. Using his hand-Suo pushes the hair away from your forehead, before leaning over to place a chaste kiss upon it. You freeze as your eyes meet his auburn ones causing your face to flush even redder.

"Rest, I promise I'll be here when you wake up."

❥ Nirei paces in circles in your room muttering to himself. "Cough medicine, no fever medicine! She also needs water and vitamins..." "Akihiko..." You whisper out, his head then snaps towards you before quickly coming over to kneel in front of your sitting figure. You let out a small laugh, your boyfriend looks so adorable-eager eyes awaiting your every order. You smile as you place your hand on his head, petting his messy head. "Could you get me some water?" Nirei immediately perks up at your words, stars reflected in his eyes. "Of c-course..!" He chirped then abruptly stands up walking running towards the door. He reminds you of a puppy, it's adorable.

"I'll run to the convenience store, I promise I'll be quick! C-Call me if you need anything!

❥ Umemiya stands in front of your bed his back facing you with a phone pressed against his ear. "Kotoha-chan, I need twenty bowls of porridge asap!" He says with a stern voice. He then turns to face you, when your eyes meet his, he immediately smiles brightly at you then he hangs up abruptly. You sweat drop, it seemed like Kotoha wasn't finished speaking. Right as he hangs out he pounces on you lying on your bed. You jump a little in surprise as his strong arms wrap around your frame pulling you close to his chest. "I'll have Kotoha make porridge with vegetables straight from my garden and Hiragi is on his way with the medicine!" Umemiya exclaims as he pulls you even closer until your face is practically squished against his sturdy chest. "H-Hajime, I-I can't breathe..!" He then releases you like you were hot iron. "S-Sorry!"

"With my care, you'll be better in no time!"

❥ Kaji wrings the small towel before gently placing it upon your warm forehead. The sudden coolness has you fluttering your eyes open, your blurry sight adjusting to see Kaji leaned over you with a concentrated look on his face. "R-Ren..?" You asked confused as to how and when your boyfriend suddenly appeared in your room. "You weren't answering your phone so I got worried..." He says, shying, turning his face away from you so you can't see his pink face. At his response you frown, "I'm s-sorry, I didn't mean to burden you..." When your words reach him he immediately snaps his head towards you. "Y-You, you're not a-!" His voice rising, as he realizes he lowers his voice into a whisper. "You're not a burden..." His eyes are serious as he looks at you, uncaring that you see his flushed face. At his response, stunned-your face flushes to match his.

"J-Just sleep already..!"

❥ Togame stirs awake as feels a pair of eyes staring at him. Togame blinks his eyes open to see you, face red staring at him nervously. As he registers the current situation, a smile appears on his face. "Oh, you're awake..." You look away as you reply, "y-yeah..". Togame stares at you for a moment before something clicks in his mind. Before you could form your next words, Togame leans close to you so that his forehead is pressed against yours. Your eyes widen in surprise, his deep green eyes boring into you as if he's analyzing you. "You're really hot, I think we need to get you to the hospital." Realizing his words you quickly refuse, if only he knew you were burning up because of him! He pulls away blinking before he smiles-nodding, pulling you into his embrace.

"Let's sleep a little more, you'll feel better when you wake up."

#wind breaker #wind breaker nii satoru #wind breaker x you #wind breaker x reader #sakura haruka #sakura haruka x reader #hayato suo #suo hayato x reader #nirei akihiko #nirei akihiko x reader #kaji ren #kaji ren x reader #umemiya hajime #umemiya hajime x reader #togame jo #togame jo x reader #wind breaker imagines #skipps writes

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httpknjoon · 2 years ago

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masters of handling break ups | ksj

plot | After the tabloids released news of you and Jin ending your unconfirmed relationship, the world watches how you two will handle it.

words | 1210

genres | humor/crack, barely fluff, actors!au

pairing | actor!jin x famous!reader

warning | language

disclaimer | usernames used in the fic are all fictional.

note | i was inspired to finish this after jin's the astronaut. it's wonderful. y'all better stream 🤨 this scenario is inspired by a real-life Hollywood couple haha have fun reading!

main masterlist | drabble series

Sometime in 2018, a year after the release of your first film with Jin, another rumor went around. It was a hundred percent different than the usual news about you two. It was a split-up rumor. Of course, it caused a disastrous stir both in the media and on the Internet.

@/y/nfan: what do you mean YN-JIN broke up????????

@/purplejin: NOOOO WE BARELY EVEN GOT ANY CONFIRMATION ABT THEIR RELATIONSHIP

@/Y/NJINUpdates: [closed]

replying to @/YNJINUPDATES

– @/Y/NJINUpdates: No, I’m kidding. I’m not closing this account since neither Y/N nor Jin shared any statement about this issue.

@/itsworldwidejin: y’all didn’t believe me when i told u that relationship is just pr 🤣

replying to @/itsworldwidejin

– @/y/nism: please 😭😭 neither of them needed pr

@/glossylips: My mom is wondering why my sister is crying in her room for hours now. How am I going to explain this to her????

replying to @/glossylips

– @/Andrei101: Just tell ur mom two celebrities broke up.

— @/glossylips: No, can’t do. I’m crying too 😭💔

“Oh my god. She was a mess.”

A source shared with some news outlets. Tabloids and magazines had your pictures on their front page. The images were all unflattering, honestly. It was taken during your regular routine when you don’t have work. You were seen getting coffee with a messy hairdo with dark sunglasses on.

“She always wears those to hide her tired eyes. She has been crying all the time since Jin broke up with her due to her extreme jealousy. There was a time she was even sobbing while ordering her usual cup.”

Almost four weeks after that news, all eyes were still on both of you. You flew to Atlanta for the production of your new Apple+ movie. Still, the paparazzi are taking every chance they can to have snaps of you in your worst times. One of them is you walking to your trailer while tearing up. There was even a video of you being hugged by Florence Pugh, one of your co-stars, while you sobbed.

“It was heard that she and Jin tried to fix everything. But it was useless. Their busy schedules didn’t help. Her co-stars were all kind and considerate of her when she ask for a quick break.”

Jin was seen in the same somber mood too. Although the media didn’t get many shots of him like yours, who’s always teary, they still got many contents to feast on. Especially since Jin is doing promo and interviews for his film with a friend, Hoyeon Jung.

During press junket, everyone always pointed out how quiet Jin is. He didn’t really talk much unless needed. He wore a plain expression on his face, looking more serious than those times he was doing press with you. Yes, he would laugh with Hoyeon but he doesn’t joke much. His fans defended him, saying that the actor is probably tired.

“Jin is totally heartbroken by the split up. He is a loner type. He would separate himself from his castmates after promos. After the premiere of Stardust in New York, Jin didn’t attend the afterparty and flew home to California instead. He and Hoyeon are just friends. It was Y/N’s jealousy and later, their limited time, that pushed them to break up.

They are also reports where a source shared that Jin was heard talking to someone through a phone call. They suspected it was you as the actor can be heard being “soft” with his choice of words and tone.

Fans and the media waited for any statement from you or Jin. But you two remained quiet on social media, only posting ads for your sponsors. Jin, who is a very private person, always has his manager look out for any possible intimate questions that the newspeople will ask. Donny was even asked about you two during his Instagram Live but he simply dodged it. Your manager, Hailey, was the one who handled your phone since you rarely used it during production.

It was safe to say that both of your and Jin’s separate fanbases were in a drought.

Almost eight weeks after the news circulated the world, Jin was the first one who broke the social media silence between you two. He uploaded a two-minute-long clip. It was an instant viral video as you were also in it.

“So…I have some news to break to you, Y/N.”

It seems like you two were just out for your usual tennis game. You wore a white v-neck tennis dress with a matching Nike visor. A couple of tennis rackets can be seen in the backseat of the car. You looked absolutely better than the anguish paparazzi photos of you going around for the last two months.

“Wait.” you took a sip from your water bottle. “Okay, what’s the news, Jinnie?”

“They said, we broke up because of jealousy… “ Jin reads the magazine in his hand.

You gasped dramatically, “We did?!”

Jin bit his lower lip, trying not to laugh at your exaggerated reaction. But you continued, “I bet it’s because of Francheskat.”

He nodded, “Yeah if there’s a fire right now, I’m taking Francheskat with me.”

“Brave of you to assume that. Of course, my lovely daughter and I already got out of the fire by the time you went in.” you rolled your eyes. Your eyes landed on the magazine he was holding. You took it and read it yourself. “Oh, wait. It’s not because of Francheskat. This one says, Y/N is jealous of Jin spending more time with his co-actor, Hoyeon Jung. Please, Hoyeon likes me more than this old man right here.”

“That’s–” Jin was about to object but he paused. “That’s true– not the old guy part– but Hoyeon does like Y/N more.”

“That’s why I’m asking her to marry me next time I see her,” you added. Then, you turned to Jin with a wide-eyed expression. “Wait, are we even dating?”

Jin mirrored your expression, gaping, “Oh my god. Are we?”

The video ended in that scene. Jin simply captioned it with four exclamation marks. Everyone found it hilarious. Hoyeon even commented:

@/hoooooyeony: @/urfavecatlady darling, i’m waiting for the ring 😪

Other celebrities commented too, laughing at how you two reacted to such news from a gossip magazine. At the same time, your fans were all jumping to Twitter. Rejoicing like rain finally came to stop the drought.

@/seokiejinnie0613: 그들은 정말 짜증나 ㅋ ㅋ ㅋ ㅋ (Translated: They are so annoying hahahaha)

@/YNJINUpdates: Finally, it’s official! This account remains open! Kala niyo mapapabagsak niyo ko, mga tanga HAHAHA (Translated: You thought you can drag me down, idiots! HAHAHA)

@/missy/n: y/n looks so good in that video

@/alpacaarejins: YNJIN remains strong. Love is still alive, people!

@/sunnyy/njin: the fact that we cannot tell if they are really together or what 😭 i’m confused af

On Florence Pugh’s birthday, you posted the same paparazzi photos that were taken earlier. The one where you were crying in her arms. You captioned it:

@/urfavecatlady: Happy birthday to my beloved, @/florencepugh. Thank you for giving me the warmest hugs during my worst times (FUCKING MENSTRUAL CRAMPS 🤬😤😡). Know that I love you so much. Sending you love from LA. 🤍

taglist rules

THE A-LISTERS TAGLIST

@seolaquotes @fatimaaaaa129 @bangtannieshope @jub-jub @yoontaethings @kissme-ornot @sleepy-daydreams @veronawrites @cuteipat @ratherbefangirling @babystarcandy-gcf @akirawhore @alpacaparkaseok @rjsmochii @prlan @lovesickbangtan @zealouslightcookiebasketball @rapmonie2047 @potate-oh

PERMANENT TAGLIST

@dunixxd @cixrosie @moonchild1 @jksjx @embrace-themagic @buttvi @starbtslove @missseoulite @vanntaesworld @barbiekatz

#actor!jin #bts jin #jin fluff #jin x reader #jin fic #jin au #seokjin x reader #seokjin fanfiction #seokjin fluff #bts fluff #bts x reader #bts imagine #bts crack #bts series #bts au #bts fanfic #bts drabble #the a listers ksj

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justanartisticduck · 2 years ago

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(Reupload cuz tumblr (the site/app, not yall) LITERALLY ignored my previous post-)

Warning: mentions of death, there’s probably more going on but I’m tired so JUST HUGE WARNING FOR DEATH MENTIONS!

Heya! It’s me again and todayyyy I have brought you all a very messy animatic I’ve been working on all week!! Now I’m tired so I won’t ramble too much, but I will give some context for what is happening here! Now this takes place in the far off future of my “good” end au post-askblog (wow something angsty that doesn’t take place in my bad end au?! Shocking I know-) and Doi is visiting the broken machine from dhmis 6, special one came along too cuz sure! Now Doi is speaking to Roy, and, i really just wanted to explore the idea I had of Doi not being entirely upset with Roy… but still being very unforgiving of all he has done. (Doi has.. very complicated feelings about Roy-) NOW I wanted this to take place at a time when, even after getting the best outcome of things post June 19th, there are major issues still arising from that horrid day, even years after it had passed. Now what do I mean? Well I’ll keep it simple, the trio is dying, each from their own personal issues which, surprise surprise, all have a cause leading straight back to June 19th. (If y’all ever see me use quotations when I say “good” end au.. well! This is why! But at least it ain’t the bad end au! It could be worse!) Now Doi is rightfully distraught, and she came back to Roy’s “grave” to yell at him over all the pain he has brought her family. Even though her family got the best ending they could, they are still suffering because of punish land… and she’ll never ever forgive him for it all.. Now, this takes place POST askblog so there’s some stuff I absolutely CANNOT share regarding this animatics backstory due to spoilers, this is the kind of thing that’ll hit different much later :) NOW! I will explain some things better much later since I stayed up LATE making this and I am tired BUT!! I HOPE YALL LIKE THIS!!!

( Note: future Doi uses she/her pronouns AND ALSO ANOTHER IMPORTANT NOTE: I got the audio and inspiration for this from this video: https://youtu.be/cbKjs1yCnnY and the original audio mix is from this tumblr post: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/letssofia3006/687100844032868352?source=share )

(Also another note: DONT ASK WHY I SAID THE MACHINE WAS ROYS GRAVE DONT ASK WHY I SAID THE MACHINE WAS ROYS GRAVE-)

#dhmis #dont hug me im scared #don’t hug me i’m scared #dhmis yellow #dhmis doi #again- all I’m tagging cuz all the other characters only appear breifly- may change my mind later tho-#tw caps #tw cussing #tw death #ask to tag #my art #plz don’t screw this up tumblr ;u;#aaand tumblr screwed it up

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zukump3 · 4 years ago

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bakugo w/ a black gf

bakugo w/ his brown skinned goddess

some smut at the end

before i even start us off, i just wanna say

bakugo loves black women. periodt

ANYWAYS

if we’re being honest bakugo paid no attention to you when class 1-A was formed

he kinda paid no attention to anyone LMAODD

you know how he was / is with the whole “extra” thing

yeah. you were an extra too he didn’t care

but over time, as the class bonded more and more he began to notice your presence

he liked how you had some attitude on you

you didn’t let anyone of class 1-A talk down on you

like any of them would even dare to anyway

your personality was much different from everyone else’s

different enough to catch his attention

being one of the top students in 1-A, bakugo first talks to you after practice and when you’re struggling with your quirk

“hey big head, your form is wrong.” he says as he approaches you, voice deep mmm

“big head?” you glare at him. “who the hell you talking to?”

he almost doesn’t respond because he definitely wasn’t expecting that response

after that, bakugo 100% always has his attention on you

y’all’s relationship is like his and deku’s but less... violent? HAHDJD

you two are basically frenemies

if either of you notice the other struggling with soemthing, you’re gonna help each other

but you’re constantly bickering

when you’re hanging out with the bakusquad and getting tired of hearing bakugo yell for like five fucking minutes straight you just straight up say

“can you SHUT UP?! all that yelling... your hot ass breath is making me nauseous.”

cue mina trying to hold in her laughter

cue denki, kaminari and kirishima bursting out in laughter though

“say it again bitch!”

“bakugo—please don’t try it.”

he starts to get this little ? obsession ? with the way you respond to him

you always have a slick ass comeback and he loves it

grows more and more comfortable with you the more you two hang out

the type to do a double take if you come into class 1-A with a new hairstyle

slyly compliments it

“...like the hair y/n.”

“is katsuki being... nice?!”

“shut the hELL UP KAMI!!”

he becomes more sociable the more you’re around

texts you a lot, surprisingly

sometimes about random shit

definitely softer in private

can be surprisingly calm

is secretly very curious about you and your culture

bakugo is farthest from dumb and knows how to phrase his questions so they don’t offend you, his parents taught him good

does a lot of research about it in his free time

constantly calls mineta a “weak link”

“he’s deadass the weakest link of this class.”

it’s soooo attractive how he does his best to understand you

your relationship just comes easily and naturally

he’s obviously a little shy and nervous, he’s never dated anyone like you before

but he feels accepted by you—loved, even

cooks with your mom lmao

always busting a move at the cookouts wtf 😭 this mf dances better than you

definitely the type to randomly do the woah when you two are hanging out

ALSO MATCHING BONNETS I DONT MAKE THE RULESSSS

somehow knows how to do acrylics and will do your nails for head for free

nsfw 🤤

whew boy

in shortest terms... he beats the pussy up

you swear he has the highest sex drive you’ve ever experienced

how is he ?? always ?? horny

morning sex

sex after classes

sex before he sleeps

SO MUCH SEX

it’s very well known that bakugo loves ass and trust me

he does

fucking loves when you sit in his lap

he always gets hard underneath you i s2g

even if you sit in his lap in public, he can stay flaccid for a few minutes but as soon as his arms wrap around your waist and his chin presses against your shoulder

you know he’s gone

pretty rough with you

usually after sex you’re covered in bites and bruises

and you’re sore as hell

loves to fuck you doggystyle, with his chest to your back

he likes to be very dominant in the bedroom, and that position gives him good leverage to wrap his hand around your throat and fuck you till you see stars

says “fuck” a LOT

he does dirty talk but it’s mainly stuff he says to himself?

like “fuck... this pussys squeezing me so fucking tight.”

“god, look at the way it creams... so fucking sexy.”

wants you to cum at least three times in the bedroom and doesn’t mind overstimulating you till you get there

when he gives head...

😩

lawd have murthay

can i just say that he definitely eats pussy from the back

and he buries his entire face in your cunt

loves to finger you while he does it cause he wants it to be messy. he wants your juices everywhere

“taste like fucking peaches,” he’ll comment after bringing his head up, his red eyes staring deep into yours as he fingers you with so, so much strength. “this pussy is all mine, yeah?”

you don’t respond, too lost in your pleasure to say anything

that’s when he leans down to suck harshly at your clit and you probably scream.

“answer me.”

“yes! yes—it’s your—your pussy, katsuki...!”

“that’s a good girl~”

he grabs onto your hair when you give him head

he tries not to tug too hard but he can’t help it

his abs clench every time you deep throat him and you swear he twitches in your mouth

overall a wild little boom box boy

creds to artist ^^

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luvnami · 4 years ago

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𝐜𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬!

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - aa my first time writing for kny!! i hope you like it~ the title is a play on the word ‘pillars’ lol hopefully that makes sense... enjoy!! likes, comments and reblogs really help me a lot <3

𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - @/amjustagirl (muacks)

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 - mention of food

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 - what if the pillars were... cats?

𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐠𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐢

- the CHONKIEST fella you’ve ever seen in your entire life

- seriously, this cat feels like a brick when you try to pick him up

- yes, his fur is dense. no, he does not get any skinnier when he’s matted down with water

- a lovely, calm cat abandoned by his previous owners because they were moving out of the country

- he loves lazing in the sun and his brown fur turns golden in it!!!

- is a lap cat but doesn’t understand that your legs turn numb way too fast when he’s purring away like a little truck motor

- (his purrs are so deep……. put him on an asmr youtube channel already!!!!)

- once, you had a dream that you were drowning. you found him sleeping on your chest when you woke up gasping for air

- broke a flimsy cat tree once and is now terrified of heights

- a big baby :( kind of needy, always welcomes you at the door when you come home with chirps and gets frisky when you don’t return till late

𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐢

- …

- the quiet cat that seems like it might murder you in your sleep

- you adopted him together with kanroji because he simply wouldn’t leave her side and wouldn’t leave your side so… yeah

- this cat HATED you at first

- like… he even refused to eat the food that you tried to give him :/// you had to lure him out with some churu

- you once woke up in the middle of the night because you were thirsty and found two glowy things at your bedroom door

- yeah, he was staring at you while you slept

- you didn’t dare to get a glass of water and just went back to sleep

- dark gray short fur with heterochromia! you think that he might be kanroji’s sibling but the centre said that they came in at different times

- he goes crazy for catnip oh my goodness

- he rolls himself in it and purrs so LOUD……….. ok iguro……..

𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐢

- so! affectionate!

- you adopted her from a local centre… seriously, who abandoned this pretty baby!!!!!!!

- (iguro insisted on being adopted as well. they come in a pair, do not separate.)

- is a white short fur with heterochromia <333 she looks so magical omg

- when you visited the adoption centre, she wouldn’t stop meowing and curling herself around your legs

- how could you not take her home!!!!!

- she tries to steal all kinds of food (even yours). please don’t own any plants, she will try to chomp them as well

- one time you came back home and heard some loud rustling from the door. you were terrified that it was a thief but when you switched on the lights, the cat had somehow managed to raid your pantry :/

- loves loves loves cuddles!! will even let you touch her soft tummy and play with her toe beans (only for a while though!)

- you wish she’d stop jumping around and getting into the hardest to reach spots…….

- loves trying out new collars, toys and even outfits!

- grooms iguro a lot and loves playing with him <3

𝐤𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐮

- y’all know the cats that play nice when you’re petting them and then bite your hand immediately after… yeah

- the childhood cat that gives you trauma after it scratched you one too many times

- but very lovable and social!! loves meeting new people and then giving you a smug look as she crawls into their lap

- is not tempted by treats… she will do a trick when she wants to

- siamese, brown to white with a tail that flicks too much when she’s irritated

- this cat pushes your glass of water off of the table while looking you in the eye

- will lay herself over your keyboard when you’re trying to work

- has and will chew up your socks again

- scratches your furniture even after you sprayed it with that ‘no-scratch’ spray

- HOWEVER she will occasionally let you scritch her chin when she feels amiable…….

- tries to groom you sometimes

- jumps around too much for her (and your) own good. has caused the shattering of many things and now you cannot place fragile objects on shelves

𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐤𝐮 𝐤𝐲𝐨𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐨

- the most!! active and happy tabby cat you’ve ever seen!!!!!

- meow! meow meow meow!

- man i have no idea what you’re saying rengoku but you look happy and adorable so have a treat

- probably a family cat that your dad brought back home (much to mom’s dismay) but he’s part of the family now

- VERY vocal at night no matter how much you try to tire him out in the day… rip

- will wake you up because! human! it is night time and my water bowl is an inch out of place!

- has the most gorgeous coat ever… really. it’s an envy for many cat owners

- he struts around with his head in the air and demands many pets from you while yowling and pawing your leg

- loves outdoor walks, actually. will attack a dog on sight if given the chance so please keep him on a leash

- give him little booties to keep his paws clean!!!!!!!! he fell over the first time you put them on but now he’s used to it and he looks so cute omg

- very nurturing!! takes to other cats very easily and is a joy to have around if you’re fostering other animals (besides dogs)

𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐳𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢

- this bastard cat

- hisses if you pat him for too long

- hisses if you don’t give him attention

- hisses while you’re pouring out his food and will NOT hesitate to bite you

- if you touch his paw pads, you can goodbye to your fingers

- i’m thinking……. gray shorthair with green eyes!

- probably a stray cat that you took in (which came with a lot of coaxing, snacks and wrangling) who got into one too many fights

- he took a while to get used to staying indoors, often hiding in obscure places and was oddly possessive of your sofa

- no, he did not let you sit on it for a whole month

- he’s very protective and territorial! when he’s feeling like it, he’ll rub against you and get into your closet to curl up and scent your clothes (getting fur all over them)

- once, when you had some friends over, you had to lock him in your bedroom because he wouldn’t stop snarling at them

- no one dares to come over to your place after that

- (he’s secretly addicted to butt pats)

𝐭𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐨

- black shorthair that literally appeared in your house one day

- you have no idea where he came from but you let him stay for a few days and he’s never left since then

- sometimes, he wanders outside (while chasing a butterfly or something...) but always comes back in time for dinner

- has the clearest emerald eyes!!

- he’s so quiet oh my goodness. you swear you’ve never heard him meow or chirp or purr once………. you think he might be a ghost cat sometimes

- moves around silently too. has scared you on more than one occasion when you turned around and found him staring at you, or felt something furry brush against your leg while you weren’t expecting it

- doesn’t initiate affection much but will let you pet and smother him with love!! he kinda just… chills lol

- loves snuggling in the warmest places! sometimes you’ll come home and find a suspicious bump under your covers… lift it and you might find a friend within <3

- hates hate hates collars

- will literally bat at you if you ever try to put one on him

𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐲𝐮

- loves water so much its crazy

- you have to lock your bathroom door because he’s somehow managed to figure out how to open the doors in your house

- like, he’ll actually jump into the shower with you

- you brought him home one day when you found him as a kitten in the rain outside :c (ur the hot anime character now)

- he’s really quiet! rarely meows and prefers to headbutt you (which can be slightly inconvenient, like that one time you were pouring coffee and nearly scalded the both of you)

- his fur is always messy. sticks up everywhere no matter how much you try to brush it

- black fur of medium length and thickness!!! puffs up SO MUCH when winter comes though

- it’s insane, he looks like a ball of soot

- exceptionally fast. when you try to play fetch with him, all you’ll see is a black blur darting back and forth

- easily scared

- you have to be careful when rounding corners or petting him because if he doesn’t expect it he’ll jump like five feet in the air

𝐮𝐳𝐮𝐢 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐧

- if you do not change his collars or outfits at least once a week or brush him daily he will start yowling

- you decided to adopt him after your neighbour moved to an apartment that didn’t allow cats

- unfortunately, your neighbour was also the most outrageously extravagant person you’ve ever met and spoiled uzui too much

- a good chunk of your monthly spending goes to the cat

- will not eat cheap cat food (how can he tell the difference…?)

- occasionally buries himself in the back of your closet because it’s dark and smells like you but please help me i’m entangled in a scarf and can’t get out!

- loves posing for photographs and being cooed over!! if you run an instagram account for him you’ll be sure to get popular really quickly

- he just… knows the camera is there lol

- hates having his nails clipped omg

- he will run around the house just to escape you and will only be bribed by a fancy new outfit or a churu

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caramelcal · 4 years ago

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corrupted love.

summary: calum’s girlfriend finds out about gang!cal’s occupation in a not-so-friend way.

request: “ Hi!!! I’ve never done this so I’m a bit scared but I saw you were in search of gang/criminal aus and let’s give it a go. Could you do one with Cal getting into a fight unaware y/n was watching and unintentionally scaring her and he works trying to get her back and regaining her trust. If it’s alright, if not I completely understand I also just wanted to say I really love your writing. I’m so hooked on Fool For You it’s unreal and I cant wait for the update!! Pls and thx :) x “ IM SO SORRY I JUST REALIZED THAT YOU ASKED FOR THIS TO BE AN X READER AND I DONE AN X OC (i can redo it if you want so that it isn’t specified, i just prefer to as i can play around with their appearance and personality a little more but i will 100% redo it if you want me to)

word count: 2.7k

a/n: apologies, i am working on other fics but i got a sudden burst of inspo for this one. enjoy lovelies x

also...y’all wanting parts after this where they reconcile?

Her soft giggles sounded throughout the room, face lit up by only the tv her eyes were trained on, a wide but beautiful smile spread right across her face. She sat between his legs, hands in his as he softly trailed patterns on her palms.

She was solely paying attention to the tv, a random movie that Calum knew she would like, playing. He was right, mind you, she hadn’t taken her eyes away from the screen since he had pressed play, too captivated by the cartoon. However, Calum hadn’t been watching because he hadn’t taken her eyes off of her.

He pressed a soft kiss at her temple, lips trailing gently down the side of her face as she leaned closer towards him, her back against his stomach as she snuggled against him. The smile didn’t leave her face, in fact, it hardly ever did. Melanie, -or Mel as she insisted everyone called her-, was a smiley girl, much more than him. She was happy, carefree, like an angel; his angel.

Calum had never been one for romantic relationships. He was far too busy for that, but as soon as he caught eyes on Mel he knew he wanted her. He wasn’t sure what came over him, maybe it was the smile, or her carefree attitude, or the way she was so eager to help everyone in that small Disney store that she worked in. He just knew.

She was so different from him but they worked so well together. Or, at least, that’s what Calum liked to tell himself. He liked to ignore the fact that he kept so many secrets from her. It’s to keep her safe, he would tell himself but he knew that wasn’t the only reason. It was the impending fear that she would hate him, even if there wasn’t a cell in her body that could ever muster a disliking to anyone, especially him.

So he blocked out all of the thoughts. All of the ones that told him he had to tell her before she found out in a way he didn’t want her to, or before it became too late.

When the credits started to roll of the movie, Mel turned around in Calum’s lap, brown eyes meeting his as she stared up at him, kissing his lips before smiling at him. Calum stared back down at her, struggling to keep the smile off of his face as his hands held her securely by her hips.

“What’s goin’ on?” Calum questioned at the look he gave her, almost expectant as if she was waiting for him to do something.

“Movies finished.”

“I know,” Calum nodded his head at her statement, lifting a hand to brush a curl out of her face, “Pick another one.”

“I want you to pick one out. One of your movies.”

Calum went silent for a moment as she shifted back around to face the large flat-screen TV that took up a large chunk of the wall. It was significantly larger than the one that was in her and her roommate’s apartment, not that she lived there much anymore anyway.

It looked very expensive, and it was, but she never questioned it, just figuring that Calum had saved up a lot for it. Calum’s apartment was decently extravagant, but not completely in-your-face rich. Melanie had asked him on their first date what he did for a job, and although he said a bartender, which probably wouldn’t pay for all of the stuff he had, he had never done anything that would make her suspicious that he was lying.

Or maybe she was just too trusting of people.

“Alright,” Calum nodded his head as she passed the tv remote to him, “What about a gang movie? I like those.”

His eyes were trained on her face, and even though she tried to hide it, he saw the way her face clenched up slightly. His heart clenched and he started to stutter lightly, “O-Or we could watch an action film? Superheroes? I like those too. Probably more than gang movies if I’m being honest.”

“Cal.” She cut him off softly, rubbing his arm as she leaned against him, “If you wanna watch a gang movie we can watch one. I wanna see the type of stuff you like.”

The funny thing was, even though she didn’t know about the particularly dark part of his life, she knew everything else. She knew more about him than he ever cared to share with anyone. The only people that could probably rival her knowledge would be the three boys that he had known since he was a child.

“Ok,” He let out a breath of air as he clicked on one of his favorite films, holding her flushed against his chest as he tried his best to not get nervous. It was strange, how nervous he got over something as dumb as a movie with his favorite person.

Calum, admittedly, didn’t really watch the movie. He was far too bothered by the small flinches that Melanie made every time something gory or violent happened, the way that sometimes she turned around to hide in Calum’s chest, completely oblivious that the man she was using to hide from the violence was as violent as they come.

“Didn’t enjoy that much, did you baby?” Calum tried to joke lightly, trying to ease his own nerves with a joke as he looked at the girl who hugged against him. She wasn’t scared by any means, too calmed by being in her lover’s arms, but she knew she certainly wasn’t a big fan of stuff like that.

“Uhm,” She hesitated, trying to find the right words to say as a deep chuckle emitted from Calum’s chest, his hand gently running over her messy curls.

“It’s okay if you didn’t, Mel. I know you don’t like violence much.”

“Violence doesn’t solve anything. It just creates more issues and people get hurt,” She mumbled lightly as she looked up at Calum, who flashed her a tight-lipped smile.

If only she knew, he thought bitterly. If only she knew just how much violence that he caused, how many punches he threw, how many people had been sent into the hospital or even to the bottom of the river because of him. If only she knew about the crimson-stained clothes that he threw away just before she arrived that night, just in case she found it. He didn’t want that.

He didn’t want her to view him as the monster that he knew he was.

“How about we go make something?”

“Like cookies?”

He sent her a lopsided grin as he spoke, knowing from the way that her eyes lit up that cookies were going to be the only thing on her mind until they made some. Who was he to deny the gorgeous girl with the beaming smile on her face her cookies? “Why not?”

Her hand held tightly onto the whisk as she tried her best to whisk the mixture, sitting up on the counter with Calum watching her intently with a smile on his face. He could see as her arm went tired from the constant, intense whisking but she didn’t say anything, continuing to try and whisk it by herself.

“You want help there, baby?”

Her brown eyes glanced up at him, sending him a bashful smile as she rapidly held the bowl out to him, “Please.”

His arms, which had been crossed over his chest grabbed onto the bowl as he kicked himself away from the counter and closer towards the girl, muscles flexing as he began to whisk the mixture. She watched him with a small smile, admiring how he looked so perfect in a simple black t-shirt and trousers.

He was perfect. To her, he was anyway.

Soon enough, the cookies were unevenly spread out on the baking tray, due to Mel being distracted to stop Calum from eating the raw mixture. Every time that he tried, she would swat his hand with the spatula, and it was surprisingly sore for such a light hit with such an unthreatening object. They were popped in the oven -which they had forgotten to preheat- and left the two to chat, and for Calum to steal kisses in between their words.

He stood between her legs as Melanie sat up on the counter, his hands on either of her thighs, smiles on both of their faces.

“I love you, Cal,” Melanie whispered quietly, leaning in to softly press her lips against Calum’s, hands tangling in his t-shirt, playing with the soft fabric.

“I love you, Mel.”

It was beginning to become too late to tell her.

It was almost as if Calum had this switch. A switch from where he went from being so happy and love-y with his girl, to an aggressive douchebag. Calum, if he wanted to be, could be cold, detached, and an ultimately scary human being. He was like that with most, and in fact, he was sure the only person he hadn’t been like that with was the person he loved most.

At this current point in time, while his fist was colliding with a bruised and bloody boy, one that had very stupidly crossed the gang, he didn’t think of Melanie. It had to be the first time all day that he didn’t.

The boy in front of him was younger than him, by a few years, it seemed. Maybe eighteen, nineteen. This wouldn’t be the first time that Calum has had to deal with kids, unfortunately. Most of them far too dumb to realize what they were getting into. This one, however, he didn’t feel much remorse for since they had knowingly been spying on the gang, to feed back the information to someone. Calum needed to find out who.

“What’re they givin’ you, Kid? How many punches to the face before you start talking?” Calum aggressively called out, grabbing the beaten kid by the collar of his shirt, pulling him towards Calum slightly, making him look the gang member right in the eyes.

The boy limply turned his head to the side, spitting out the blood that was in his mouth before he looked back at the Maori boy, mouth parting as he began to talk, coming out in a rasp, “You’re Calum Hood, right?”

“What’s it to you, Kid?” Calum spat out aggressively. He was well-known, he knew that, especially amongst that world. Of course, the kid knew who he was.

The younger boy chuckled lightly, teeth showing off the red stain that Calum had made them, “My sister really is an idiot, isn’t she?”

“Your sister got you in this mess?”

“No, but she did get into a mess,” Calum stared down at the boy, eyebrows furrowed and getting more and more annoyed by the second when he couldn’t fully decipher the boy’s words. The boy scoffed as well as he could before mumbling, “God, Mel, you’re so stupid sometimes I swear.”

It was barely a mumble, but Calum had heard her name as clear as day, eyes widening slightly in disbelief.

“What?” Calum spat out, hand curling further into a fist as he stared down at the boy for asking.

“You might not know me, Calum. But you know my sister,” The boy drawled out, a sickening smirk somehow coming onto his face, despite how bloody, bruised, and swollen it was. The boy wasn’t dangerous, far from it actually, but right now he had the upper hand against Calum, “Melanie, her name is. Fairly acquainted are you not? It’d be awkward if you weren’t, to be honest.”

That’s when it clicked, Calum’s brown eyes ghosting over the boy’s beaten face, and it became so obvious. The curls, the distinct freckles...Even though the boy was beaten, he could still see the clear similarities between the boy he had just beaten up to the girl he loved with every fiber of his being.

“What the hell do you want?” Calum said with gritted teeth, hand tightening around the boy’s collar once again.

“What do I want?” Melanie’s brother asked, “I want you to turn around, Calum.”

Calum couldn’t help the defeat he felt when he did. All the anguish, grief, and guilt rising to the surface when he saw her standing there, staring at him with tears thick in her wide eyes and a terrified expression on her face.

“Mel...” He took a step forward, but she took a step back, profusely shaking her head.

“Don’t...Don’t come near me!” She had her eyes screwed shut, back up against the door behind her as she choked on her words.

She was terrified; something Calum never wanted her to be. He had vowed to himself that he would save her from every single fear she faced but this time he couldn’t. He couldn’t save her because he was her fear.

Melanie was scared of Calum.

“Flynn?” The girl called out to her brother, eyes briefly drifting over to him before flicking back over to Calum, making sure he stayed where he was. Flynn looked at his sister, the sight of his beaten face staring back at her making her feel sick, “Go outside. Please.”

At the sound of her broken plead, Calum felt like his heart had shattered in half. The gang member, in all of his life, had never felt so much pain, so helpless in his entire life. All because of one girl.

“Melanie...Baby, please, let me explain,” Calum didn’t take another step forward, scared that it would cause Melanie to run away or to cower away from him.

“How could you do this to him?” She asked, looking up at him with tears falling down her soft cheeks. All Calum wanted to do was hold her close and kiss her tears away, to comfort her but he couldn’t. When he didn’t reply, she pushed further, “How could you do this to me?”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry Mel, please understand-” Calum broke down, tears pouring out of his eyes, “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“You’re a monster, Calum.”

Melanie had never felt more betrayed. She trusted Calum, with her life. She trusted him to make her feel safe; to keep the monsters in the world away from her. But he was the biggest monster she had ever met.

Their love, which she had thought of like a fairytale, a pure, white, fruitful love that she had cherished with every part of her existence, was destroyed. Every piece of comfort she had ever felt with the boy slowly crumbling and slipping through her fingers. She loved Calum, but she couldn’t love the monster he was hiding beneath.

Melanie leaving him in the warehouse left a hole in his heart, he had never felt so weighed down in his entire life. After everything he had been through, every person he had punched, every person he had killed, it had never brought him so much emotion. Melanie was his weakness.

He leaned against the wall of his apartment as he kicked his shoes off, blood now nowhere to be seen on his body. Michael, god forgive him, had found Calum in the warehouse after Melanie had left, and had cleaned Calum up. Calum couldn’t even think about Melanie’s brother’s blood staining his clothes, the guilt and pain eating him alive.

Coming home certainly didn’t help.

It was void of her warmth and all of her things. The apartment was empty of their love like she had never even existed in his life. The only thing that even hinted towards her existence was the keys that sat on the kitchen counter and the note. A piece of paper that had clearly been ripped out of her favorite Disney notebook.

‘here’s your keys back’ it read in her loopy handwriting, sealed with a mostly-dried tear that had fallen from her own eyes as she wrote.

Calum had never felt more alone in his entire life. How could he ever have allowed himself to corrupt such a pure love with his tainted heart?

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Clandestine: Chapter Four

The espionage boys go to Slytherin. Chaos ensues.

Content Warning: Some violence towards the end.

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Finn reached over the center console of the car to grab some M&Ms from the bag in Logan’s lap. Logan slapped his hand away playfully, not taking his eyes off the Slytherin police station they were parked down the road from. “Why don’t you eat your own snacks?”

“They’re salty and I wanted something sweet.” Finn said with a shrug, popping one of the candies into his mouth and grinning.

Leo sighed from the backseat, letting his head rest against the window with a thunk. He stared out at the full moon as a lonely cloud passed in front of it, moving fast. It was the most interesting thing he’d seen all night. “Why didn’t y’all tell me stakeouts were so boring? This is horrible.”

“But we’ve learned so much already!”

Finn got an arched blond eyebrow in response. “Have we?”

“We’re downtown, so we’re going to have to be extra careful about being seen. Shift change is at 6 pm, so we need to avoid that time frame as much as we can. There’s fewer people on the night shift, so our best bet is to wait until nighttime.” Logan rattled off, still not looking away from the building. “There’s a side door on the west side of the building, so that’ll be your best bet when you need to break in. I can see at least one security camera there, so Loops is going to need to help you out.”

Finn motioned to Logan dramatically. “That’s how you do it, Peanut Butter. Take notes.”

“I had lots of practice, keeping an eye out while you guys were off being bank robbers.” Logan grumbled good-naturedly, grabbing an M&M for himself.

Finn hummed thoughtfully. “Robbers is a bad way of putting it, don’t you think? You make us sound so evil.”

“I mean, you’re also technically an arsonist.”

“That was one time. And the other bank heist went off without a hitch.”

“Still doesn’t change the fact that you set a trash can on fire.” Leo piped up, giving Logan a high-five when he held his hand out.

“I knew I liked you for a reason, Nut.”

Leo really tried his best not to read into that statement. He grabbed the small lock in his pocket and fidgeted with the dial to distract himself. He didn’t mean it like Leo thought he did. Like he wanted him to. Besides, that would be so complicated, wouldn’t it? Being a spy was messy in and of itself. Dating two other spies - who were his partners - would be a whole other level of chaos.

But that didn’t make him want it any less.

Which was also ridiculous. He’d known them for, what? Maybe a month? Why did his heart always decide to move at such breakneck speeds?

“Do you two have to always gang up on me?” Finn asked with a sigh, snapping Leo back out of his thoughts. “What did I ever do to deserve it?”

“Don’t take it personal, O’Hara. You’re just so fun to tease.” Finn threw a barbecue-flavored chip at Logan, causing him to laugh and eat it.

“How long do stakeouts usually last?” Leo asked, desperate to change the subject to something - anything - less hazardous for his heart.

“Until we have all the information we need.”

“And how do we know when that is?”

Logan shrugged. “Depends on the case. I’d like to stay and see when the next shift change is, just to be safe.”

Leo groaned and settled back in to wait.

***

“So how are we doing this?” Finn asked the next morning as they all sat around the table in the briefing room, propping his chin in his hand. “Sneak Leo in through an air vent? Although you might be too tall for that, Nut. Blow a hole in the wall and steal the whole safe? Create a story like the bank heists?”

“It’ll have to be a distraction again.” Sirius said, looking to Loops for confirmation. “The longer we can fly under Riddle’s radar, the better. The other four drives are on Riddle, in his office, or with trusted gang members. If he starts getting suspicious now, he’ll go on lockdown and we don’t stand a chance at getting the rest of the drives.”

“He’s right.” Remus agreed. “Plus there’s way too many officers in the precinct at any given time. Since the safe is in the evidence room, we can’t risk anyone coming in there and catching Leo red-handed – they’d shoot you on sight, no questions asked.”

Logan watched the color drain from Leo’s face and turned to send Remus a glare. Of course this job was risky – if you didn’t think so, you were a naïve idiot. Getting caught or shot or killed was just a part of the job and as a spy, you had to learn to live with that. But that didn’t mean you had to scare rookies about it right before a big, high-risk mission.

Remus noticed his glare, but simply ignored it and looked away. “Here’s what I’m thinking. There’s another, smaller gang in Slytherin, right?” At Sirius’ nod, he continued. “If we can place an anonymous tip on their location, that all but guarantees a full holding cell inside the precinct. Plus it gets another gang off the streets, so it’s a win-win. Logan, if you can get yourself arrested for something small – public indecency or drunken disorderly or something – you’ll be put in that holding cell too.”

Logan leaned forwards, excitement coursing through him. “I like where this is going.”

“I don’t.” Finn stated plainly. It was his turn to glare at Loops.

“If you can start a fight in there, you can get a majority of the officers’ attentions. Especially if it’s at night when the staff is smaller and more likely to be tired. Leo can slip in the side door unnoticed, get into the evidence room, grab the flash drive, and get out.” Remus raked a hand through his hair, looking thoughtful. “It’s more complicated than the banks, but it should work just fine.”

“That’s the plan?” Leo asked dubiously. “Try to start a riot in a holding cell, hope that all the officers get distracted, steal the flash drive, and then just wait for Logan to be released in the morning? There’s so many things that could go wrong.”

He was right - there was a lot riding on nothing but chance. Sadly, that was part of the territory of working in espionage; it was one of the only things the James Bond movies got right. You had to take risks in order to get results sometimes. Leo’s job was all about planning and precision. He knew exactly how to execute his mission and there usually weren’t any hiccups as long as he had the right tools with him and enough time. Not much risk-taking involved in cracking safes. So he’d probably never been a part of a plan with so many aspects up in the air.

He’d also never seen Logan in action.

“Never doubt my ability to start a fight.” Logan said with a grin. “Man, I’m so excited to go on a mission where I’m not stuck in the car.”

“I want to go with you.” Finn said firmly, leaving no room for argument. His gaze was fierce and determined and if Logan didn’t know him already, he’d probably be just a little bit scared. It was kind of hot. “I don’t like you being in there by yourself.”

Remus looked at him, clearly surprised. “I thought you didn’t like fights.”

“I don’t. But I’m not leaving my partner in there to fend for himself. Hell no.”

Logan ignored the way his heart sped up and asked, “You don’t want to go with Leo? Be a lookout?”

“Normally I’d say yes, but if someone does end up seeing him, one person raises less suspicion than two.” Finn said with a shrug. “It’ll also be easier to start a fight with two people.”

“If you’re getting arrested in Slytherin, you’ll need disguises.” Remus said, looking the cubs over. “They’ll take mugshots of you at the station. We can’t risk it.”

“Ok, so who do we go to for that?”

“Ooh!” Leo piped up with a happy, unfairly adorable smile. “I actually know this one!”

***

When they entered the disguise office the following day a woman with long, blonde hair looked up at them from a rapidly moving sewing machine. Finn feared for her fingers as they inched closer to the bobbing needle, but she barely batted an eye as she took her foot off the pedal and smiled in delight when she spotted Leo. “Nutty! How’s it going?”

Leo smiled back and gave her a warm hug. He looked like he gave good hugs, Finn thought. All tall and long-limbed like that. “Hey, Nat. Good to see you.”

“Kasey told me you’re on a mission. Look at you, all official and taking down the Snakes!” She stood on her tiptoes to ruffle his hair. “So grown up!”

“Stop.” Leo laughed, taking a step back and dodging her hand. “Y’all treat me like I’m twelve.” He seemed to remember Logan and Finn were with him and his cheeks turned red as he looked over at them. “Uh, guys this is Natalie. Nat, these are my partners Finn and Logan.”

“Nice to meet you boys.” She said, shaking both their hands. “So you’re here for disguises?”

Finn nodded, then started explaining the premise of their op, watching Natalie a bit nervously as she looked him over thoroughly. It was a bit unnerving, even when he knew it was just to get a good idea of what she needed to do for a disguise. Her gaze was calculating, like she could figure out everything about them with a single look.

Maybe she could.

Finally, she spoke up. “We’ll have to change that hair. How do you feel about wash-out hair dye? Normally I’d just give you a wig, but if you’re getting in a fight it could get pulled off. And you.” She turned to Logan, taking a second to look him over. “I have so many ideas for you. I have a feeling you’re going to love it. Oh, and Nut?”

“Yeah?”

“I’ve got a cop uniform that should fit you.”

He bit back disappointment. Finn was dyeing his hair, (which was a bit of a tragedy, really – Leo thought his hair was really pretty, especially out in the sun) Logan was doing who knows what, and all Leo got was a uniform? “Oh. Ok.” He looked over at his partners. “I’ll meet you back in the bullpen?”

“Sounds good.” Logan responded. As soon as Leo closed the door behind him, Natalie faced Logan again with a wicked smile.

“How do you feel about tattoos?”

***

Logan and Finn found Leo having a staring contest with a small, god-awful painted eagle paperweight on Finn’s desk.

“I see you’ve met Brad!” Finn said happily, giving the eagle a pat on the head and startling Leo in the process. He seemed to jump a foot in the air before he realized Finn wasn’t a threat.

“I’m pretty sure it’s haunted.” Leo said, looking away from it slowly. Those beady little eyes seemed like they were staring into his soul and finding it wanting. “I’m from New Orleans, I can tell- holy shit.” He said when he caught sight of his partners.

Finn’s hair was dark brown, his freckles tragically hidden from view. Natalie had also done some makeup magic to accentuate different lines of his face, changing his profile and making him barely recognizable. Logan’s hair was now a dirty blonde. Both of his arms and one collarbone were littered with dark, swooping ink in varying different shapes and patterns. They were both wearing more casual clothes than Leo had ever seen them in, looking soft and comfy instead of like polished, professional spies.

“If I wasn’t expecting it, I’m not sure I could recognize you.” Leo said slowly, trying to get his brain back up and running as he gently grabbed one of Logan’s arms and turned it this way and that, looking at the tattoos in awe. They looked so real.

Logan grinned. “Yeah, Nat’s a pro.” He followed Leo’s gaze down at his fake tattoos wistfully. “Sometimes I wish I wasn’t a spy, just so I could get tattoos.” He couldn’t have anything about him be easy to recognize as a covert operative – it would make him too easy to track down and get compromised. Tattoos unfortunately fell into that category. His eyes landed on the eagle paperweight Leo was staring down earlier. He laughed. “O’Hara, what the fuck is that?”

“It’s Brad! My brother is a spy, too – works out of Tampa. When I joined, we created this competition: whoever brought in the most criminals in a year got to keep Brad on their desk.” Finn preened, looking fondly at the creepy eagle. “Yours truly has the honor this year.”

Leo glared at it mistrustfully. “That thing needs to be burned. Or I could smoke it out with sage for you. I’ve got some from Marie Laveau’s House of Voodoo back home. That’ll get rid of the spirit for sure.”

Finn gasped in horror. “How dare you? Brad is a treasure and deserves to be protected at all costs.”

“I strongly disagree.”

“It is not haunted, it’s a symbol of being a winner-”

“As much as I’m loving this conversation,” Logan interrupted, looking amusedly between his partners. “We should probably get going if we want to get to Slytherin in time. Loops already placed the anonymous tip about the other gang, so we’re all set. Ready?”

“Ready.” Finn echoed, giving Brad one last loving pat for good luck before heading towards the door, Logan by his side. Leo picked up his pace to walk alongside the other two.

“Please don’t make me sit in the backseat again.”

“But you’re the rookie.”

“I’m also the tallest. You try being stuck with your knees to your chest for a several hour road trip. Not fun.”

***

Finn laughed as Logan stumbled during their “drunken meandering” in the park near the Slytherin precinct and threw an arm around his shoulder. He spotted a uniformed officer talking on his phone a few yards away, apparently on break. He knew Leo was also out there somewhere, keeping tabs on them and relaying information to Sirius and Loops. Since Finn and Logan were getting arrested, they didn’t want to be caught with mics and earpieces on them. That would really raise suspicions and get their cover blown for sure. So Leo was keeping an eye on them now and Loops would do the same via the security cameras once they were both inside the precinct.

“There’s an officer to our left.” Finn said, leaning close to Logan to murmur into his ear and knocking their heads clumsily together. He could just barely see the curve of Logan’s smile from that vantage point, almost taunting him with how easy it would be to press a kiss there. Just a slight movement of his chin and he could do it. Refraining took all of Finn’s willpower.

He moved away. “Now all we need to do is get his attention and get ourselves arrested.”

Logan leaned in close and eliminated all the space Finn had just put between them, green eyes bright and mischievous and luminous under the artificial light of a nearby streetlamp. “I’ve got an idea.”

Finn simply stared. “Huh?”

“You know how I hate the police?” The brunet-turned-blond asked, grabbing Finn’s hands and walking backwards. Finn followed the siren’s call without hesitation. If he crashed into the rocks and sank because of him – well. Drowning would be worth it.

He had to urge his brain to focus and vaguely remembered that conversation from New Year’s and the rant about abuse of power that came with it. Even drunk off his ass, Logan had made some very good points. “Yeah.” Finn glanced over Logan’s shoulder as they approached the parked police car.

“We’re really going to piss them off today. Go with it.” Were the last words out of Logan’s mouth as he backed himself up against the police car, pulled Finn flush against him, and crashed their lips together. Finn barely missed a beat before he was kissing back, moving a hand up to cradle the back of Logan’s head. On New Year’s – when Finn was convinced Logan was going to kiss him but didn’t – Finn imagined what kissing him would be like. He pictured it soft, tantalizing, and teasing, just like the rest of their night had been. It was somewhat like that, and yet Finn was still off by miles. This kiss was a lot of things – it was warm and feisty and absolutely addictive – but soft didn’t fit the description at all. Logan kissed enthusiastically, if not a little sloppily. Finn couldn’t really tell if that was part of the drunk ruse or not.

Fuck, this was a con. It wasn’t real. This was for the mission, and nothing else.

But then why did it feel so real?

Finn pushed the thoughts away as he angled his head and deepened the kiss, inhaling sharply through his nose as he only then remembered the necessity that was breathing. He might not get this opportunity again, so he was going to use this chance to make Logan weak in the knees. Finn’s brain knew it was a horrible idea, but he wanted Logan to remember this, to think about it before he went to bed that night and wonder what if. If they weren’t spies or partners or on the biggest operation of their entire careers, what if he could have this?

If this was the only time Finn would ever get to kiss Logan, he was also going to make sure he remembered every tiny detail: the way Logan’s breath hitched when he bit down on his bottom lip, the feel of cold hands slipping under his sweatshirt, the rise and fall of his chest against Finn’s.

“Hey now!” A gruff voice shouted, grabbing Finn’s shoulder and pulling the two apart. “Cut it out.”

Finn staggered back – which was not an act. He was just that off balance, mind reeling. The police officer was glaring at him sternly, looking very annoyed. Finn shrugged carelessly, letting his words slur. “I would say sorry, but I mean – come on. Look at him. Can you blame me?”

Leo watched from his vantage point on a nearby park bench, something twisting painfully in his chest.

He could admit he was jealous – that was the easy part. But he wasn’t jealous in a way that made any sense. He was jealous of both of them. He wanted both of them. And yeah, it was a con and they were just making out to get the officers’ attentions, but it sure looked genuine. There were some things you just couldn’t fake.

The way Logan was gazing at Finn was one of them.

Of all people, he had to catch feelings for spies. Not just one spy – two. Two spies who may or may not have feelings for each other.

Fuck.

This is what I get for letting myself speculate, I guess.

“Leo?” Remus’ voice asked through his earpiece. “What’s going on?”

Leo focused back on the mission at hand and forced his voice to stay even. “They’re, uh, making out against a cop car.”

Sirius laughed loudly, while Remus just sighed long-sufferingly. “That’s one way to do it, I guess.”

“They’re egging the cop on, now.” Leo said, watching as Logan’s shoulders tensed and he said something harsh to the cop. “Looks like it won’t be long.”

Sure enough, the cop whipped out his handcuffs and motioned for Leo’s partners to turn around and put their hands behind their backs. They were loaded into the back of the cop car, and Leo allowed his eyes to follow it as it drove off towards the precinct before getting to his feet and walking in the same direction. “They’re on their way. Let me know when all the action starts.”

“Copy that.”

The good thing about being on a mission was that Leo didn’t really have time to internally reflect or try and decipher his feelings. He had a job to do. He couldn’t afford to mess this up because he was too busy stuck in his own head.

He did, however, assume he had enough time to not rush his walk to the precinct. Finn and Logan still needed to be searched, booked, and put in the holding cell before they could even think of starting the riot. So he kept his gait slow and let himself get lost in the sound of the wind sweeping through the trees and the rustle of dead leaves as they danced across the sidewalk.

He shoved a hand in his pocket, finding the old, worn, familiar lock there and fiddled with the dial.

***

Things in the holding cell were… not exactly going to plan.

First of all, there were about half the number of gang members in the holding cell than they anticipated. This wasn’t great, but it wasn’t the end of the world either. It might be harder to get everyone in the precinct to pay attention, but Finn was still confident in their ability to cause a scene. Then it got stranger.

The gang members were absolutely delightful.

Three were sitting by Logan, sharing stories behind their numerous tattoos and rolling up their sleeves to show off more ink. Four more were in a cuddle puddle in one of the corners of the cell, trying to get some sleep. One was even sitting by Finn, although he had made no attempt to strike up a conversation or anything. Finn was usually pretty comfortable with his height – he was tall, by most people’s standards. But the guy sitting next to him was huge. He was at least three inches taller than Leo, and easily twice as broad. With an unreadable face made of stone, the guy was also practically impossible to get a read on. Finn figured he needed to do something to get the ball rolling. Poor Nutter Butter would be stuck outside all night at this rate.

So he braced himself, turned to the guy next to him, and said, “Hey.”

Not his best conversation starter.

The guy looked at him strangely. Finn decided to keep going. “I’m Finn.”

“Tanner.”

“How’s your night going, Tanner?”

Tanner seemed to think Finn was certifiably insane. “Well, seeing that I’m currently in jail, not great.”

“Right… right.” Finn trailed off, cringing internally. He was so off his game tonight. Of course, he knew why, but that didn’t make it any easier to snap out of it. All he could think of was pressing Logan against a cop car and how much he wanted to do it again. But it wasn’t that simple-

“Are you ok?” Finn looked back up at Tanner, who shrugged stiffly. “You seem a little stressed.”

Finn thought about it, then decided fuck it. He’d never see this guy again. And who would Tanner tell? He blurted out, “I kissed my coworker today.”

Tanner blinked, then leaned back against the wall. “Ok.”

“I don’t think he feels the same way.”

He didn’t even bat an eye and the whole being attracted to the same gender thing. His face still revealed nothing. Finn couldn’t decide if that was a good thing or not. “Did he kiss you back?”

“Well, yeah.” Finn said, glancing across the cell at Logan and thinking back on the feeling of those lips pressed against his, the texture of the soft curls beneath his fingertips.

“Then what the fuck is the holdup?”

Finn sighed, looking back at Tanner. “It’s not that simple.”

“Look. He either likes you or he doesn’t. What good does it do you to keep guessing when you could get a definitive answer by just asking him? Everyone seems to forget how simple things are when you break them down into components. It’s just simple communication, dude. That’s it.”

“But-” Finn stopped short, taking a second to think when he was struck with a realization. It wasn’t out of the blue, nor was it completely surprising. It still felt like getting hit by a fucking train, though.

Tanner let him stay silent for a second, then prodded curtly, “But?”

“I… I think I might have feelings for another of my friends, too.” Finn thought of sunny blond hair, kind blue eyes, and a warm, dimpled smile.

Shit.

“You know polyamorous relationships are a thing, right?” Tanner sat up straighter, looking at Finn eagerly. It was the first emotion Finn had seen on his face, and also strangely endearing. “I have a ton of articles I can send you if you’re interested.”

Finn couldn’t help the smile that crossed his face. “Thanks, man. I think I might have to wait it out, though. We all work together and it would get so complicated so fast. Maybe once we finish the project we’re working on together.”

Tanner followed his eyes across the cell to Logan. Finn hadn’t even realized he was staring at him again. “Is that the one you kissed or the other one?”

Finn arched an eyebrow, which the gang member snorted at. “You aren’t subtle, bud.”

“That’s the one I kissed. Well, he kissed me, if we’re being technical. But I don’t think he meant it. It was kind of a – a dare, I guess you could say.”

Tanner’s face turned stormy. “He did what now?”

Finn frantically started to backtrack. “It’s fine. I mean, I’m not mad or anything-”

Tanner stood up and pointed angrily at Logan. “You!” He bellowed, voice like thunder. “What the fuck is your problem?”

Logan looked from Tanner to Finn, then back to Tanner, brow knitting in confusion. “What?”

“Did no one teach you about consent you little piece of-”

And then Tanner drew back his fist and slammed it into Logan’s cheek in a brutal cross hit. Silence rang through the holding cell as Logan reeled backwards, raising a hand to his cheek, which was already red. When he looked up at Tanner again, his eyes were a combination of furious and excited.

It looked like they were getting their fight now.

Finn managed to get out the words “holy shit” before all hell broke loose.

Logan threw the next punch, aiming for the stomach first and then the temple when Tanner doubled over, knocking the breath out of him. One of the other gang members took offense to that on Tanner’s behalf and went after Logan, who dodged the first swing easily and collided his fist into the guy’s nose.

The three gang members who were talking about tattoos with Logan instantly jumped to back him up, while the four who were sleeping leapt to their feet and tried to make sense of the situation. There was a charged energy in the air, an undercurrent of adrenaline and anger mingling with it.

Finn hated fights. They were messy and ugly and painful. Plus he was a conman – if his face was all beat up and bruised, no one would trust him and he’d never get any of his jobs done. So he tried to avoid them as much as he could, but he didn’t think he was getting out of this one.

Logan turned his fiery gaze on Finn, making him take an aborted step backwards before he realized this was the plan. They were supposed to be starting a fight. Finn wasn’t sure he could fight his partner, though. Especially since he’d kissed the guy just shy of two hours ago. Luckily he didn’t have to think too hard about it, because Tanner was back on his feet and charging at Logan, along with two other gang members.

Logan moved like the ocean when he fought – smooth and fluid, but also unpredictable and dangerous and wild. He also clearly knew exactly what he was doing, how to exact the most damage on his opponents. He used his size to his advantage by punching upwards and using his leg muscles to land harder punches. With shorter limbs like that, his blows were quick, effective, and brutal. Logan also seemed to be a southpaw, delivering brutal body shots directly to the liver.

It was absolutely mesmerizing.

Unfortunately, Finn was too busy watching Logan to notice the guy coming towards him until he was tackled forcibly to the ground. His head smacked the concrete floor painfully, stunning him for a brief second. When the spots disappeared from his field of vision, he looked up at the guy standing over him.

“Fuck you, man.”

***

“Nut, you’re good to go.” Remus said as he watched cops swarm the holding cell. “I’ll keep an eye out for any stragglers that might catch you.”

“Thanks.” Leo said, and Remus watched the security footage of the side door as Leo crouched by it and began picking the lock. Sirius looked over his shoulder and whistled lowly.

“Damn, Tremblay’s got some moves.”

Remus briefly switched his gaze over to the footage of the holding cell before scanning the hallways for stray officers. “That’s kind of his thing. He gets sent into situations where things are dicey and people need some sense knocked into them.”

“Maybe he should teach O’Hara. He’s already on the ground.”

“What?” Leo asked, sounding concerned as he unlocked the door and slipped inside. “Is he ok?”

Remus watched Finn climb to his feet and face the guy who knocked him down, getting into an admittedly terrible fighting stance. “He’s fine. Head straight down that hallway. The evidence room is the last door on your left.”

“I hate not knowing what’s going on.” Leo muttered, creeping effortlessly down the hall. “Now I understand why Logan hated the bank missions so much.”

Sirius was watching the action in the holding cell eagerly. “I think this mission more than makes up for those. He’s having a blast. Look at him go! He’s a little ball of rage.”

Leo laughed under his breath as he broke into the evidence room seemingly effortlessly. “Ooh, you’d better not let him hear you say that.”

Remus frowned, watching the blond locate the safe and crouch in front of it. Something about him was… off. He’d seemed fine earlier, but now he seemed subdued. His voice was carefully controlled and even, a blank mask on his face.

So the question was: what had happened between 10 am and now that made him feel like he had to distance himself?

The safe opened within a few minutes. Leo switched out the flash drives and pocketed the real one, closing the safe again and rising to his feet. “Headed out now.”

“Coast is clear.” Remus said, looking back at the holding cell. The officers were pulling people apart and seemed to be getting things back under control. “Good timing – looks like the fight is wrapping up. Now all you’ve got to do is pay their bail after a little while and hit the road.”

“Perfect. That’s the easy part.”

Paying bail, it turned out, was not the easy part.

After what felt like the thirtieth time he’d signed a fake name on the forms and having to jump through countless hoops, Leo still had to wait over an hour until Finn and Logan were processed and released. So he sat in one of the uncomfortable chairs in the lobby and waited. And waited. And waited.

When his partners finally walked through the doors, Leo did a double-take. He knew they’d been in a fight, but good lord.

“Y’all look like shit.” He said, taking in Logan’s bruised cheek, the way Finn was cradling his left arm to his chest, and their overall rumpled appearances. He also noticed the way they were steadfastly refusing to look at each other.

Logan snorted. “Thanks, Peanut.”

Leo shrugged, holding his hands up defensively. “I’m just telling the truth here. Don’t kill the messenger.”

“Let’s go home.” Finn said wearily as he led the way outside and towards their car, limping slightly. “I think I might be allergic to this makeup. It’s starting to itch.”

Later that night, when they were all in their separate apartments scattered across the city, all three of them faced a restless night of staring up at their ceilings and wondering, in some variation or another, what if.

#lumosinlove #sweater weather #coast to coast #coops #sirius black #remus lupin #o'knutzy #finn o'hara #logan tremblay #leo knut #clandestine #cw: violence

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gnwzero · 4 years ago

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| 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘺 ~

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝘯𝘤𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬!𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘫𝘶𝘯!𝘫𝘦𝘯𝘰!𝙭 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧!𝘧𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦!

𝐰𝐜: 1,343

𝐚/𝐧: 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦! <3

𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐥𝐞𝐞 :

marks birthday was coming up right around the corner and you had nothing planned. you were so stressed about practice and hardly had gotten any sleep the entire week, but with marks birthday being 1 day away, you knew you had to plan something, and fast.

right after practice on friday, you drove to the store to pick up the snacks, cake, and decorations for the party. you were going to hold the party at your dorm because you need time to set everything up, and you knew mark wouldn’t leave his dorm for long enough for you to pull it off, so you did it at yours (after making sure it was okay with your band leader and the others).

you got all the stuff and went back to the dorm to set it up for tomorrow. you forgot about the cake (which you left on the counter) so without you noticing, it started to melt. BUT you were almost done putting everything up so you were distracted. as soon as you had finally put the last streamer up, one of your band mates came home and swung the door open and hit some of the streamers which caused them all to fall to the ground.

you sat on the group holding it in your hands and started boohooing. all the time you had spent making it look perfect, wasted just like that (and not to mention you were tired af).

your band mate walked over to you apologizing because they had forgotten that you were setting up for the party or they wouldn’t of swung the door open. as soon as she bent over to give you a hug, there was a knock at the door. you both stood up and looked outside to find a happy mark standing at the front door smiling.

you automatically went into panic mode. the dorm was messy with birthday decorations that were completely ruined, the cake was melted on the counter and was dripping off the side, you were a hot mess and had makeup streaming down your face, and mark was standing there not knowing about anything that was going on.

you begged your band mate to answer the door and tell him you were in the shower and to wait outside. she they told him and he was confused on why he couldn’t come in, but he sat down on the bench outside and waited.

when she shut the door you ran to the bathroom and started washing you face getting all the makeup off of it. she walked into the bathroom and told you to go home with mark and spend the night with him.

“me and the girls have it under control.” she told you giving you a shot at hope. after you got all your makeup off, you went and changed your clothes and went back to marks dorm with him.

the next day y’all went back to your dorm and when you opened the door, everyone was there and yelled “SURPRISE” to mark. you were just as shocked as mark was. everything looked perfect. they even got a new cake that wasn’t dripping off the counters (hallelujah)!

mark went to thank everybody, but they all told him it was all you who did it. he gave you a huge hug and y’all partied all day. what seemed like was gonna be the worst birthday surprise ever, turned into a pretty dang good one.

𝐡𝐮𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐧 :

renjun was a very easy person to please. literally, for his last birthday, jeno got him a head massager and that was his favorite gift.

you didn’t know what to get renjun this year though, because he liked the head massager more then the matching diamond jewelry set you got him. so you went to jeno to ask him what to get.

“I don’t know what to tell you y/n. I just go to the store for snacks and end up finding something random he would love.”

it didn’t make sense to you. why did he like things with no meaning more then sentimental things. but you took the only advice you had and went to the mall.

you looked around for hours and hours, but you found nothing but a bucket hat (which he probably would wear once or twice and then never pick it up again). you felt defeated. ANOTHER BIRTHDAY THAT WOULD GO TO THE GUTTERS.

you left the mall late at night with the stupid bucket hat and nothing else. you sat in your car with your head on the steering wheel and thought “why is it so hard to find a gift?” BUT THEN... it hit you. RENJUN LOVES CATS!

the next day, you went to the animal shelter and found the cutest little fluffy kitten and gifted it to him. renjun literally started crying and didn’t even pay attention to anyone else’s gifts. you did a snarky smile at jeno and went back to petting the adorable kitten in renjun’s hands.

𝐥𝐞𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐧𝐨 :

(also happy birthday beb <33)

jeno was turning 22. an age that is one to remember because you guys would HAVE to jam out to 22 by Taylor Swift all night long. you went to the mall to get him a gift and found the PERFECT gift for him. you got jeno and you matching watches with your initials built into them.

you went home and put them in a box that said happy birthday on it and started writing him a card. jeno is a very sentimental person, so you knew that this card would mean the world to him. you spent hours thinking about what to write in the card because you knew it would mean so much to him. you finally got it perfect and just the way you wanted it to be worded and placed it on the counter when your band mate walked in and put her cup of coffee right next to it.

you didn’t pay any attention to it and just went on talking to your band mate. a few minutes later you got a text from jeno saying he was on his way from practice and you quickly gathered the present and hid it under a pillow on the couch.

you quickly remembered you forgot the card on the counter and ran into the kitchen to grab it when your band mate got startled by your sprinting and knocked over the coffee spilling it all over the card.

you grabbed it so fast in hopes that it was just damp... but it wasn’t. it was DRENCHED in coffee and the ink was dripping off the paper. you wanted to try and make another one, but jeno was on his way, and you couldn’t re-word it like that again, so instead you just sobbed while your band mate was apologizing over and over again.

a few minutes later there was a knock at the door and you ran to go wipe the mascara from under your eyes and went to open the door to a smiley jeno immediately pulling you in for a hug. you hug him back and tell him to come in and give him his present which he loved SO MUCH. this man got teary eyed and gave you a kiss on your forehead as a thank you.

your bandmate came into the room with happy jeno sitting on the couch talking to you and they saw you sitting there listening, trying to be happy but couldn’t find your smile.

“jeno” your band mate yelled out “your amazing s/o made you an amazingly sweet card which I spilled coffee all over and I’m so sorry. but please just understand why she doesn’t have a card.”

jeno was just confused as to why it was such a big deal. “baby it’s okay! I love the present so much, but I love you even more! don’t worry about it I know you love me!” he said with a smirk.

jenos birthday wasn’t ideal, but it was to him.

#jeno imagines #mark lee #renjun nct #nct imagines #nct dream reactions #nct dream

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otakusheep15 · 2 years ago

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Mammon NSFW Alphabet

Dedicated to my mutual Ettie cause I know Mammon is her fave, and I also know she’s been feeling not very well. I hope I did him justice.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Mammon’s mood after sex really depends on the day. Sometimes, he feels really energized and lowkey gets zoomies. During these times, he’s running around and getting you whatever you need. Food, water, clean towels, any anything else your heart desires. Other days, he gets super tired and refuses to leave the bed. On days like these, it’s usually you doing the aftercare, or Mammon’s just demanding cuddles.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

On himself, Mammon really likes his face. As a model, his face is practically his moneymaker, and that means a lot to a greed demon like him. Not to mention, he just loves how he can make people (you included) swoon with nothing more than a well-crafted look. On you, Mammon loves your thighs. He’s a thigh man for sure, and you can’t convince me otherwise. In more wholesome moments, he can lay his head on your thighs like a pillow, and he loves that. And in less wholesome moments, thighs are great to grasp onto whenever he wants to get deeper.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Boy is messy, and I mean that in every sense of the word. When Mammon cums, he cums everywhere, and he tends to cum a lot. His favorite place to cum is on your face and chest. He just thinks you look pretty all marked up with his cum, and he’d love to take pictures of you if you let him. Mammon does also like cumming inside of you, but only if you explicitly tell him to beforehand. Otherwise, he’ll avoid doing so just in case you might not want him to.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Mammon has had many sugar daddies in his time, or he’s tried to at least. Lucifer hates when his brothers do anything that could ruin their reputation, and having a sugar daddy would certainly do no help to anyone’s image. So, naturally, Lucifer has shut down any and all attempts Mammon has made to get a sugar daddy. He’s come close to getting one several times, but Lucifer always magically makes them disappear, never to be seen again.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

As expected, he is very experienced, and he’s probably one of the most experienced out of all the brothers. Not to mention, Mammon has been with partners of all types, humans and demons alike. He knows what he’s doing, and he knows how to please you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Missionary 100%. It doesn’t matter who’s topping, Mammon loves missionary. It’s a super intimate position, which he likes when it comes to you. He likes being able to look at your face and take in every detail and emotion. It’s also just a very comfortable position for both him and you, regardless of y’all’s roles. There are certain occasions where Mammon might prefer more of a mating press instead, but those are rare, and usually only happen when he’s feeling particularly dominant (or submissive).

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He tries so hard to be serious, especially in the beginning. Because of his personality, it’s hard for him to show how he actually feels, so it took him a while to really let loose in bed. Once he does, however, he is the goofiest partner to have in bed. Mammon is constantly muttering little jokes to lighten the mood, and he loves teasing you, but in that soft, wholesome sort of way. He also loves when you do the same because it shows him that you’re enjoying this as much as he is.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Very well groomed surprisingly. He is a model after all, and models have to look their best at all times. Mammon is definitely the type to do sexy photoshoots, so he has to make sure every part of his body looks nice, and I do mean every part. The carpet does match the drapes, he has a noticeable happy trail, and he’s neatly trimmed.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Mammon can get very intimate, but only with the right person. With casual hookups, he makes it the least romantic experience possible so that no attachments are made. However, once he meets you, that all changes. He’ll be as romantic as you want him to be, and he’s not afraid to bust out the rose petals and candles.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Jacks off a normal amount. He has needs, and he doesn’t mind dealing with them himself. Mammon does also have a couple of toys he’ll use, but he’d really just rather have you if possible.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Obvious, but he’s a masochist. Loves any kind of painful pleasure, and he’s very expressive about it in bed. He also enjoys sensory deprivation and bondage. Just an overall kinky demon. Mammon might be a bit shy about it at first, but he’s quick to open up.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Mammon will literally have sex anywhere and everywhere. If he’s horny, he dragging you into the nearest empty room (with consent of course). You cannot convince me he hasn’t had sex all over R.A.D., the House of Lamentation, and probably even the Demon Lord’s Castle at some point. He’s a sneaky bastard who will go the extra mile to get off. Of course, if you’re not comfortable having sex in public, he’s more than happy to keep it in the bedroom. His favorite in there is his car.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Anything you do will honestly be a turn on for him. You can literally just breathe in his general direction and Mammon is on his knees for you. Suggestive touches, seductive words, anything he deems to be an advance will get him going. Naturally, he will always confirm it’s okay with you before trying anything because he’d hate to do something you don’t like.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Mammon could never genuinely hurt you at all. Like, he’s a total masochist and he’s super into pain, but doing that to you just makes him feel bad. Even if you are into pain play like he is, he’s very hesitant. It’s mostly because he’s a demon and you’re a human, and he doesn’t want to do actual damage by accident. Other than that though, he really doesn’t have many hard limits.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Mammon loves giving oral. Naturally, he’s a very greedy demon, and there’s nothing he loves more than having you underneath him (or on top of him) while he pleasures you. He’s greedy for your moans, he’s greedy for your taste, he’s just greedy for all of you. And he refuses to stop until you’re literally begging him to, so you could be stuck there for hours.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He mostly prefers a faster pace. It’s just more enjoyable for him, and he’s not really patient enough to go slow. Of course, if you prefer a slower pace, he’ll gladly try, but you might have to take the lead in those scenarios.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Number one fan of quickies. It’s basically part of y’all’s routine by this point. If you two have a few minutes to spare in between classes, he’s dragging you into a storage closet. I think he almost prefers quickies over actual sex.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He’s pretty down to experiment. Like I said, Mammon doesn’t have very many hard limits, so he’s pretty much down for whatever. He’ll always ask you before trying anything out, and he’ll also ask you if there’s anything you wanna try out as well. Even if he does get embarrassed easily by this sort of talk, Mammon still knows how important communication is when it comes to sex, so he tries his best to tell you when he wants to do something new.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Mammon has the best stamina out of all the brothers. Demons have a naturally heightened stamina, and Mammon’s is way above average of even that. He can go basically all day if you’d let him. Most of the time, you’re the one tapping out first since he won’t stop unless you ask him to. There are some occasions when he will wanna stop early, especially if he has something going on later that day, but when he’s totally free, you better be prepared.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He owns tons of toys. Most of them are from before he got with you, and he usually used them on himself and other partners. Mammon buys the really expensive ones, and Lucifer always gets really mad at him for it. Since getting together with you, he hasn’t been using the toys as much, but he’ll bring them out if you ask.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

It really depends on his mood. Sometimes he can be a major tease, and this is when he’s in a more dominant or bratty mood. Other times, he’s really desperate and needy, and this is usually when he’s feeling a lot more submissive. With Mammon, it’s kinda a 50/50 on what you’re gonna get.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He can certainly be loud, but he knows how to be quiet as well. Even he’s not that much of an ass to be super loud when his brothers are home, and he usually tries to be quieter when y’all are out in public. But if y’all are completely alone, Mammon is literally so loud. Like, it’s not even funny how loud he can get sometimes. Lots of growls, lots of whining, and just lots of noise in general.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Out of all the brothers, Mammon has the most piercings, and he’s the only one to have piercings on his dick. Most of them, he got because he lost some bets, but he still enjoys having them. He also likes the fact that other people like them, and they’re a good source of pleasure if utilized correctly.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Demons are usually above average when compared to humans. As for Mammon specifically, he’s about average size for a demon. Slightly above average girth, and an average length. He’s toned for sure, and there’s a decent amount of muscle definition. Small beauty spots litter his body, the highest one being at his neck, and the lowest ones being around his ankles.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Very high sex drive. This demon is horny 24/7 and requires constant attention. He’s constantly clinging onto you, asking when y’all will have sex next, and he’s very impatient about it. He usually tries to have sex with you at least once a day, and when he misses a day, he gets moody.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

This is another thing that really depends on his mood. Sometimes he’s full of energy and takes care of all aftercare after sex. But other times, he just straight up passes out the second you say you wanna stop. No matter what though, he’s always making sure you’re comfortable first.

#obey me #shall we date obey me #obey me mammon #obey me smut #nsft #nsft alphabet #scenarios #headcanons

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ppltookmynameandimsickofit · 3 years ago

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Y’all may think I’m disgusting but imma tell y’all anyway 🙈

So I’ve had a pretty bad depression cave for the past few months since starting school. I mean really bad. It didn’t help that I had to be moved to emergency housing because out ac was broken. 🥵🥵🥵This made it so I could come to my room whenever I wanted and leave and ignore all of the dirt, and old food, and bags of trash, and dirty clothes everywhere like it didn’t exist.

The ac is being fixed now and the room isn’t blistering hot so I’ve been spending more time her. I know I’ll have to move back in soon so I’ve been trying to psych myself up to do it - and I did today

🤮🤮🤮I knew there were fruit flies in my room but I thought just like two. I was incorrect. I took a look around for the first time in months. It honestly felt like I was putting on a fresh pair of glasses after 4 years. They were just about every quand I hated myself.

I immediately started cleaning - this was probably 8:30. I put out vinegar to attract them to one place so I can spray them with bathroom cleaner. I put all my shoes in my closet, swept, did the dishes, took out two bags of trash, threw away old boxes and food, and sanitized a few different surfaces. All the while killing so many of these shits. 😩😩

I looked up that fruit flies don’t like lemongrass or lavender so I blunt both in my diffuser and put drops of lavender ALL around my room. Ive used so much essential oils and scrubbing bubbles spray that my eyes are hurt to g and my nose was stinging earlier.

It’s close to 11:30 now and I’m so tired! 😴 I still have a handful of visible flies, but I refuse to count them cause I know it’ll make me want to barf and feel even worse about myself. I’m going to sleep in my emergency room today then come back tomorrow to do more cleaning and bug removal.

Side note I’ve been thinking of trying a more minimalist like cause I just get so weighs down with all of my stuff and I think that getting overwhelmed with it all is a big reason for why I get so messy.

Thanks for listening.

#depression #depressioncave #college #dorm room #deep clean #fruit flies #i’ll do better #vent #mental health

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ultraintrovertedgryffindor · 4 years ago

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Sweet Pandemonium - Gally (The Maze Runner) Part 6 of 16

Kinda OOC Gally at the beginning, but I can do what I want, shuck you!

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(not my GIF <3)

You groaned as the dawn of a new day hit you directly in the face. You absolutely hated mornings, and the ever increasing ache in your back from sleeping in the dirt didn’t make things any better. But, you just kept telling yourself that you get out of the Slammer this morning.

You sat up to see Thomas already awake, fiddling with some pieces of grass that managed to grow inside the cell. “Hope you slept better than I did.” You yawned, hearing a couple satisfying cracks when you stretched out.

Thomas chuckled softly. “No, not really.”

You hummed in thought. “That can’t be good, not getting a good sleep, especially since you’re a Runner now.”

“Yeah? Tell me about it.” He huffed.

Minho’s slightly silhouetted figure walking towards the cells caught your attention, and you moved closer to the wooden bars that separated the cells. “Be careful today, yeah? Don’t do anything stupid.” You told Thomas with concern etched onto your face.

Thomas looked confused for a moment, but then nodded once. “I’ll try not to.”

“Y’all look cozy in there.” Minho joked. “Sure you don’t wanna sit this one out?”

“Come on man, get us outta here.” Thomas chuckled.

The cool morning mildew on the grass tickled at your ankles as you hopped out of your cell, the chill giving you goosebumps over your arms. “Good luck out there.” You told the boys.

“What are you, our mother?” Minho sassed, making you roll your eyes.

“We’ll be careful.” Thomas reassured, and you gave him a grateful smile and then giving Minho a sharp glare, which only made him grin.

You watched as the maze doors opened yet again, like clockwork, feeling a clench in your gut as Minho and Thomas ran in. You wished you weren’t such a worrier.

You shook your head, he’s gonna be fine. They both are. But first order of business you made for yourself, you wanted to check in on Alby. Maybe whoever was watching over him a break, if the shank needed it.

Second was to find Chuck, give him that hug that you promised him the night before. You weren’t one to like breaking promises, no matter how tedious it may be. But you could see him at lunch, give him the hug and half your slop that Frypan would serve today.

For all the jokes, you actually enjoyed his cooking, not that you had anything else to compare it to.

Third, you really wanted to sleep in your nice hammock. But since you couldn’t, not until it was the time anyway, you just planned to work just like any other day. Go and build whatever the shuck you were building today.

Heading over to the Med-jacks, you saw a few of your fellow Builders heading over to the Homestead, one of the boys giving you a friendly smile as he passed. Odd, you thought, shouldn’t they be on the way to the Builder’s station? Well, it wasn’t like you were at the moment, so you had no reason to judge you supposed.

You greeted Jeff at the door to Alby’s room. “How is he?” You asked.

Jeff sighed. “Still passed out. Clint’s watching over him right now.”

“Does he need a break or anything?”

Jeff smiled a little. “He just switched out, he’s good to go for a couple hours. Thanks though.”

“Oh, okay.” You nodded, turning back to exit the building, heading over to the Builder’s area.

You smiled to yourself when you saw Gally, his brow furrowed that signaled that he was intensely focused on whatever he was doing. You still didn’t see any other Builders around. “Hey, Gal.” You greeted.

Gally quickly snapped his head towards you with a smile, subtly standing in front of the work bench that had a couple blueprints scrawled over it. “Sleep well?” He teased, knowing fully well you didn’t.

“Ha ha, very funny.” You responded sarcastically. “So, where is everyone? Do we not have work today or something?”

“Uh, no, we do. Just fixing up some broken flooring in the Homestead.”

“Oh. Well, let’s head on over there then.” You went to start walking over, but Gally stopped you

“No, wait,” Gally stuttered, making you look back at him in slight shock. He never stuttered. “Uh, not us.”

You furrowed your brows with a nervous chuckle. “Why is that?”

“Uh, well, uh,” Gally stuttered a bit more, it was starting to concern you.

“Gal, are you okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine.” He said quickly, making you try to stifle another chuckle. He sighed frustratingly.

“Are you sure you’re okay? Should you go see Jeff?”

“Yes, I’m fine, really. I just...ah, shuck it, I’m no good at this.” He took a deep breath. “Remember how you said that you wanted your own place to sleep, away from the Homestead?”

It took a bit of memory retrieval, but you remembered. It was around the first week of being in the Glade. “Yeah, I remember. Especially when you said, ‘Oh, the Homestead not good enough for you, princess?’”

Gally cringed at himself. “Can we just pretend I didn’t say that?”

You giggled and nodded. “Sure thing, Captain. So, why do you ask?”

Gally smirked and moved to the side, allowing you to see the messy blueprint that he was blocking, revealing measurements for a rushed looking drawing of some sort of hut.

You gasped and snapped you head to look at Gally’s slightly flustered face. “Gally.” You said in shock.

Gally scratched the back of his neck and turned his focus to the blueprint. “It’s not much, I know. I sorta made a rough draft of a plan last night when you were in the Pit. Only being here for a short time, I figure you probably aren’t used to sleeping in the same building with a bunch of ugly dudes.” He chuckled nervously.

“Gally...”

“Ah, you hate it, don’t you? I just wanted to make up for getting you punished yesterday. I can do something else if-”

“Gally!” You interrupted with a huge grin on your face.

“W-What?”

You shook your head gleefully. Gally flinched when you threw your arms around his neck, paralyzing him in shock. “I love it, Gally. Thank you.” You grinned into his shoulder.

Gally slowly brought his arms around you and leaned into your embrace, sighing in relief that you didn’t just tear up the blueprints in rage. “Good...that’s good.” He whispered breathlessly.

You pulled away from the hug, still wearing a grin on your face, the muscles starting to ache since it’s been a while since you’ve smiled so much. “Are we gonna get to build it today?” You asked while bouncing on the balls of your feet, causing Gally to smile at your childlike excitement.

“Yeah, at least the foundation. It’s kinda why I wanted it to be just us building it, without those other shanks, you know.” He chuckled. “Is that okay with you?”

“Yeah, of course! Where we building it?”

“I was thinking near the tree line maybe? Near the gardens? It’s quiet there most of the time.”

“Sounds good. Let’s get started then.” You smiled, going over the blueprint to see how the framing would be set up and how long the measurements for how long the planks should be. It was a fairly simple structure, probably only would take a few days to build. Maybe four, if all went well.

You were excited. You’ve always wanted a place for yourself, but always thought yourself selfish for thinking it. It took a lot of self control for you to not do more than just hug Gally however. Just seeing how nervous he was about his plan, since he was usually so confident in everything he does. You’ll be honest, it was super sweet to see.

Gally felt elated after seeing you get so excited about something he made, well, planned to make. If he could’ve made the hut for you overnight, then he would’ve. But he felt so tired after spending a couple hours coming up with a decent blueprint. He was only one guy after all.

Gally didn’t realize he was staring at you sawing a piece of wood until you smiled at him, sweat beading at your forehead. He quickly felt the blood rush to his cheek and tried to focus back on his own task. He hated how flustered only you could make him.

After a couple hours sawing and nailing pieces of boards together to make a wooden foundation, Gally called for a little break just to look it over before moving on.

It was a floorless frame, but you could already imagine what it would be like to sleep alone without a bunch of snoring boys around you.

You looked to Gally to see him already looking at you with a soft smile. “What?” You smiled.

Gally simply shook his head, locking eyes with you before clearing his throat. “Lunch will be soon. We should go wash up.”

You nodded bashfully. “Yeah, Thomas and Minho should be back soon too.”

Gally rolled his eyes at the mention of Thomas, but nodded anyway. “Let’s see what that shank did now.”

You couldn’t help but snort at the comment.

You and Gally stood together at the maze doors with some of the other Gladers, all confused by the loud shifting sounds from inside the Maze. You smiled in relief when you saw the two Runners rounding the corner of the corridor and swiftly entering the Glade. “Well, what the hell’s going on out there?” Newt quickly asked the exhausted boys.

“Yeah, the hell you’ve done now, Thomas?” Gally asked, making you glare at him.

“We found something. A new passage, we think it could be a way out.” Thomas explained.

You quickly jogged to catch up with Thomas. “Are you serious?”

“It’s true.” Minho panted. “We opened a door, something I’ve never seen before. Think it must be where the Grievers go during the day.”

“Whoa, wait.” Chuck said. “What, you’re saying you found the Grievers home? And you want us to go in?”

“Their way in could be our way out, Chuck.” Thomas replied.

“Yeah, or, there could be a dozen Grievers on the other side. The truth is, Thomas doesn’t know what he’s done, as usual.” Gally expressed angrily, causing Thomas to quickly confront him.

“Yeah, well, at least I did something, Gally. I mean, what have you done, huh? Aside from hide behind these walls all the time?” Thomas snapped.

“Thomas...” You spoke up, trying to stop the argument.

“Let me tell you something, Greenie, you’ve been here three days, alright? I’ve been here three years-”

“Yeah, you’ve been here three years and you’re still here, Gally!” Thomas interrupted. “Alright, so what does that tell you, man? Maybe you should start doing things a little differently.”

“Thomas!” You snapped, sighing in frustration when they kept arguing, then noticing Teresa walk up to the crowd that surrounded the arguing pair.

“Hey!” Teresa finally interrupted the pair. “It’s Alby. He’s awake.”

“He is?” You asked. She nodded, turning back to the Med-jacks infirmary.

Thankfully, Gally and Thomas stopped bickering for the sake of being there for Alby. You tried not to glare at both the boys, so you just walked behind with Newt. “You alright?” He asked.

You sighed. “Yeah...” You glanced down to his leg. “How about you?” You tried not to mention how obvious his limp was today, knowing it was a touchy subject, but he knew what you were asking anyway.

“Just a bit more sore than usual. That’s all.” Newt weakly smiled.

Gally kept glancing back at you as you all were walking to the infirmary, but you kept your eyes to the ground.

“Has he said anything yet?” You asked Teresa as you entered Alby’s room.

“No.” She sighed.

“Alby.” Newt called out softly, slowly sitting down beside the stoic boy. “Alby, you alright?”

Alby didn’t respond. He just sat there, looking straight forward with tears in his eyes.

Thomas moved passed you to kneel in front of Alby. “Hey, Alby. We might’ve just found a way out of the Maze. You hear me? We could be getting out of here.”

Alby gently shook his head. “We can’t.” He whispered tearfully. “We can’t leave. They won’t let you.”

Thomas glanced back at the group for a moment. “What’re talking about?”

“I remember.”

“What do you remember?” Thomas asked, his voice wavering slightly.

Alby turned to look at Thomas. “You.” He said, making everyone turn to look at the shocked boy. “You were always their favorite, Thomas. Always.”

A commotion from outside caused you to lose on the conversation. What the hell was going on? When the shouting got louder, you ran outside, everyone else quickly following behind.

It was getting dark outside, a bunch of Gladers lighting up torches and running around in a frenzy. “What the hell is going on?” Thomas asked Winston.

“The doors, they aren’t closing.”

You looked to the doors and he was right, they weren’t closing. You and Gally gave each other worried looks, but you quickly followed after Thomas to stand in front of the doors. “I don’t understand. Why aren’t they closing?” You voiced, mostly to yourself, but you never got a response as an ear splitting clank echoed around the Glade.

You all looked in the direction of the noise, behind you, and what you saw was terrifying. Birds flying away in the distance as you all saw another entrance to the Maze opening up, the lack of use making it squeal and grind against the aligned stone pavement.

You didn’t even know there were other entrances, and by the look of everyone else’s faces...they didn’t either. You only noticed Gally moving you closer to him when another piercing clank echoed.

To the right, another entrance opening. Then one more...all four sides of the Maze were open.

“Okay, Chuck, I want you to go to council hall and start barricading the doors.” Thomas said.

“Winston, you go with him.” Newt said.

“Get the others. Tell them to go to the forest, go hide, now!” Gally ordered.

“Teresa, Y/N,” Thomas voiced, “we’re gonna go get Alby, okay?”

You were about to nod in agreement, but Gally grabbed your arm. “No, she’s staying with me.”

You didn’t have time to protest when all of a sudden, a bunch of Gladers to the left started running away screaming. A shrill howl was heard from where you all were standing. You all looked down the entrance to see a Griever, a real live Griever.

“Alright, everybody hide!” Thomas yelled.

“Come on!” Gally yelled, grabbing your hand and quickly forcing you to run with him.

It was the complete opposite direction of Thomas and Teresa, but you couldn’t hesitate or else you’d be Griever food. You just had to trust that they’d be safe, so you followed Gally.

You weren’t used to running for your life, you never had to, not from horrifying monsters. You probably weren’t the best runner, but you did your best to keep up with Gally and the two other Gladers that followed him.

You heard screams all around you, itching so bad to help whoever needed help. You teared up at the thought of your friends dying in pain, but you had to be selfish. You wiped away tears that were blurring your vision. Looking to the left of you, you saw a Glader, who you couldn’t remember the name of, injured, desperately trying to crawl to safety.

“Fuck...” You whispered to yourself, before turning to help the kid.

“Y/N, no!” Gally yelled, briefly stopping before making it to the Box.

You quickly made it to the boy, quickly seeing lacerations all over his body. “Help me...” He said pitifully, blood seeping out of his mouth. You didn’t hesitate as you helped onto his feet, the weight of him quickly slowing you down as he wasn’t that much help.

Gally looked on in panic as you stupidly played hero. His panic only grew more as he saw a Griever spotted you two. “Y/N, you gotta leave him! Now!”

You looked behind you to see a Griever quickly catching up to you and the nameless Glader. You looked to the boy with panicked eyes, seeing that he was on the verge of unconsciousness.

You let out a sob as you dropped the boy to the ground, the Griever quickly finishing the job and gnashing him up with its jagged razor sharp teeth.

You being able to run full speed gave Gally a smidge of relief, but you were so full of guilt that you couldn’t focus on how fast you were running. “Hurry!” Gally’s voice snapped you out of your your own head and you soon ran at full speed, but it was too late.

You yelped as the Griever wrapped its tail around your ankle, tripping you and making you plummet to the ground.

You rolled over to see one of the Griever’s metal legs open up to reveal a syringe, but just in time, you dodged and rolled away, only to be trapped beside another leg. The Griever looked at you, almost tauntingly, before opening up its disgusting mouth, causing its thick drool to pour out of its mouth heavily onto your face.

You couldn’t believe you were about it die by this ugly thing, with the most disgusting thing you’ve ever tasted in your mouth, besides Frypan’s food.

But death never came.

Before the monstrous creature could tear you to shreds, you heard it screech in pain and you felt yourself being harshly pulled out from underneath the Griever. “Gally?”

“You’re so shucking stupid!” Gally huffed, carrying you to the Box in his arms.

You were quickly placed in the arms of another Glader as Gally hopped in the Box and closed the doors, quickly shushing everyone.

You were gently placed down on the floor, and you suddenly noticed the throbbing pain in your leg. You lifted your pant leg up to see blood seeping out of multiple cuts up your lower leg.

After it was quiet for a few minutes, Gally finally exhaled harshly. The only thing your mind focused on was the distant screams of your fellow Gladers. Please be okay, you thought to yourself. “What the hell were you thinking?” Gally scolded, but still aware to keep his voice at a low volume even when he wanted to scream at you.

Knowing that he definitely wasn’t addressing that to the other Gladers, you lifted your gaze up to Gally’s enraged face. “I thought I could help him...” You whispered, looking back down to the floor in guilt and shame.

Gally quickly kneeled down to your level and placed his hand under your chin, forcing you to look at him. “You almost died. You almost fucking died. Look at your fucking leg. You’re lucky it was only your leg.”

You harshly pushed Gally’s hand away, making his glare increase if that was even possible. “Well, I’m alive so...”

Gally gave you an incredulous look and stood up to pace around the Box.

Your bottom lip trembled, your face felt sticky. You lifted up the hem of your shirt to get at least some of the Griever’s drool off your face. You cringed when you pulled away the fabric, seeing that it mostly took off the drool. At least it wasn’t on your face anymore.

Gally sighed when he saw you looking over your wounds, his face softening slightly. He didn’t know what he would’ve done if you had been killed...

“Hey, Gally. It sounds like the Grievers are gone.” One of the Gladers said.

Gally leaned up and slightly peaked out the top of the Box. “I see everyone outside. Let’s go.” Gally said.

The same Glader helped you to your feet, you having a slight limp. You reluctantly took Gally’s hand and he pulled you up, his hand coming to rest on the small of your back. “You okay?” He asked softly.

You nodded, testing out the strength of your wounded leg. “Just a flesh wound.” You said, hissing in pain when you put too much pressure on your leg.

Gally’s scowl came back when he saw your pained face. “This is all his fault.” He spat.

You immediately knew who he was talking about. “No, Gal-”

“It’s his fucking fault.” He turned to walk to council hall, leaving you to follow after him with your limp.

Gally stormed up to council hall, quickly finding Thomas in the crowd. It was hard to keep up with him, but you managed, and you were close enough to see him ball up fist tightly.

“Gally, no!” You shouted when he pulled is fist back and swiftly collided it with Thomas’ face, him immediately falling to the ground.

A few Gladers quickly started to hold Gally back. “This is all you, Thomas!” He fought. “Look around!”

“Hey, back up, Gally. It’s not Thomas’ fault!” Minho quickly defended.

You felt helpless as you watch the chaos ensure, you didn’t know what to do.

“You heard what Alby said! He’s one of them!”

“One of who?!”

“He’s one of them and they sent him here to destroy everything, and now he has! Look around, Thomas! Look around! This is your fault! Everything has been your fault! You’ve gotten us killed! Y/N almost died because of you!” He ranted.

Thomas quickly looked to you, soon noticing your leg, how your blood was bleeding through your pant leg. Jeff quickly went to you with bandages already out, gently sitting you down on the grass as he tried to help you.

“Maybe he’s right...” You faintly heard Thomas say.

You looked to him in confusion, your eyes widening in panic as he was holding a Griever stringer. “Thomas?”

“Thomas, no!” You screamed as Thomas strung himself. Even if you were injured, you crawled your way to the now convulsing boy, along with everyone else. “Chuck, get the other syringe!” Teresa ordered.

“Thomas, you stupid shank.” You cried.

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Oof

#the maze runner #tmr gally #gally x reader #gally #sweet pandemonium series

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remember me

synopsis: what was he supposed to save, when there was nothing to fix?

pairing: midoriya x reader

genre: bittersweet angst

warnings: n/a

word count: 1.4k

a/n: my first songfic, and it’s revenge angst for @animatedarchives- i love this song so so much. stan umi, y’all, i love her music and vibe. the song absolutely has has has to be listened to on repeat as you read this for the full effect!

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Wrote you a letter…

Now that I’m here without you

The lighter spun in his fingers idly as he watched the smoke curl into the air and out of the open window. He ignored the cloying smell of ink and photo paper burning wriggling into his head and kindling the beginnings of a migraine, tossing another photo into the flame instead. Midoriya didn’t smoke, the silver lighter a well-meaning yet outdated gift, but it came in handy when there was anything that needed to be lit quickly.

Like the photos and letters sitting on the tray before him with their curling edges alight with flame, his smiling face edged with glowing embers and crumbling into ash.

He always thought that burning memories would be something done out of anger, emotions running passionate and high as the people in the movies took a lighter to their ex-lover’s photos through angry tears and a pull of their third cigarette.

Midoriya knew now.

He only felt numb.

Even as he held the lighter to another paper, watching as the small flame leaped onto the corner of a letter you had written him and ate through ink and old love. Emerald eyes scanned the words again as the letter burned them away, almost as if he was trying to rekindle the feelings that once burned so brightly.

Ashes couldn’t be rekindled, though.

Finding nothing other than a dull ache of nostalgia, he dropped the burning paper into the tray with the rest. This wasn’t like him, it never was. Midoriya was a hoarder by nature, always collecting little trinkets and the memories that came with them. Maybe he was tired of clinging onto these memories for so long. A humorless laugh passed through as his lips as the flame died.

This probably isn’t what Bakugou meant when he told him to throw his feelings away.

Hope that you’re better

Hope that you found someone new

Did he hate you? God, no. Far from it. But he didn’t love you either. Not anymore.

Neither did you.

Where there used to be overflowing love, then a deep seated ache, now was only a void. He knew there was supposed to be something there, but all he found was cordial acknowledgement of a love lost that he knew wouldn’t return. The look you shared with him when you two crossed paths on his patrol earlier today told him all he needed to know. You felt the same.

Maybe that was the straw that broke the camel’s back, ripping him into the cruel reality that the memories he clung onto were just that. Memories. No remnants of love for him to remind himself with, to agonize over and let himself drown in the nostalgia. Oh, he’s tried already, too many times to count, but maybe he ran out of tries, the ache turning numb and the box of letters and dead love only feebly tugging at a corner of his heart. He had to tell himself to feel sad at that point.

Maybe that was for the better.

Another photo went up in flames.

'Cause I'm getting older

Know that I've changed

And I can't go back now

Nothing's the same

Wasn’t love at first sight supposed to always last forever? Those cheesy romance movies you two used to watch together were a joke. A caricature of people yearning for the impossible. Oh, how he wished to go back to those days, where you two were young and stupid and absolutely infatuated with each other. Where interlocked pinkies would make his face bloom with twenty different shades of red, where a brush of lips in an empty hallway were quick and shy.

You two had grown, though, and weren’t in love with what you’d grown into.

His admirable determination turned into horrifying stubbornness and self-destruction, your own ambition now driving you into the ground. What you two had fallen for in each other became your undoing, the rose-tinted glasses slipping off and leaving you two with an empty shell of what you used to have.

That’s all it was in the beginning. Infatuation.

It never grew into anything more.

Midoriya slipped another photo from the pile and actually looked at it before he held a flame to it. At the sight of it, his breath hitched and the lighter paused halfway.

Oh. This picture.

You, holding out the camera to take a selfie of you two on your picnic date as you leaned your head on his shoulder, the crown of daisies and baby’s breath you had woven sitting in his still too-messy hair (he swore up and down that he tried that day. You believed him). You were both smiling, and a distant, long-forgotten promise of another picnic in that very field bubbled up from his subconscious.

Now his heart decides to desperately mend the void again? The tears came unbidden, streaming down his face as the corner caught flame and he tossed the photo in with the rest. He made no move to wipe them away. God, hasn’t he cried enough already?

Midoriya wanted to say that this was grief, heartache. This was nothing but nostalgia and regret.

He didn’t love you anymore.

Nostalgia for those happy memories as he watched them burn away.

You didn’t love him anymore.

Regret for not trying harder to save the last dregs of your relationship.

There was nothing left to save.

He let out a shuddering breath and rubbed at his eyes, blinking away tears and the spots that danced in his vision from blankly staring at the flame sputtering and flickering in front of him for too long. Crooked fingers slipped another picture from the pile, and he winced at the sight of it, the nostalgia and regret sinking into his heart and settling like lead.

Two in a row, how fun...

Did he remember you taking two photos that day?

We made plans like we would always be

We said by now that we'd have everything and more

I never thought that we'd be dreaming on our own

What would happen to that house on the hill that you dreamed about? Or the future dog that he wanted to raise with you in that house? Wishful promises that soon became empty, set for a future together that would never come. When we have a little more money saved, you would say. When we have a better place, he would respond. Neither of you made good on these promises as your love for each other turned cold and fizzled out.

Midoriya wanted to build a future with you. Really, he did. Spurred on by late night talks of what fate had in store for you, the hopes and dreams you wanted to achieve with him and he with you.

What would happen to those?

You two couldn’t even keep that promise of another picnic, let alone a future together.

…He could always put the ring money into his savings.

Will you remember the way that I was

Will you remember the way that you felt when you're next to me

These were things he’d never let himself think of before, brushing it off to keep himself from letting the despair of a crumbling future eat him alive. Now, he was being swallowed whole, the disappointment, regret, and crushed hope mixing and curling into is very being and ripping him apart until he was nothing but his grief. He heaved as sobs ripped themselves out of his lungs, the flame turning into a too-bright blur through his tears and he buried his face into his hands, rubbing at his eyes until stars bloomed in the darkness.

Maybe this was a blessing in disguise. You would never have to see him falling apart over burning photos and old memories, instead with the sad smile he bid you farewell. He would never have to see you doing the same (if you even did), his last memory of you as his lover forever being you smiling that same sad smile he wore. He could cling onto nostalgia all he wanted, but at least you would never see him falling apart in his room at 3 in the morning.

These were the last tears he would shed over this.

He could at least promise that much, he told himself as he sucked air into his lungs. He could at least keep this one promise. Midoriya sat up and he steadied himself, vision blurred but scarred hands steady as he held up the brittle paper, the box next to him empty.

These were the last tears he would shed over you.

Midoriya flicked the lighter open, and your confession letter went up in flames.

I think that was it.

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