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eubybubble · 10 months ago

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slytherin boys after an argument

ft. Tom, Mattheo, Theodore, Lorenzo

Theodore Nott

Realization hit him hard after a prolonged silence. The air felt thick, and he felt nauseous as he shifted his gaze from a small crack on the wall under his fist to your face. He just swallowed and left the room without a word.

He was terrified of himself, didn't he promise to never raise a hand on loved ones? Technically, he hadn’t, but it was too close. Thoughts flooded his mind as he rushed up the stairs in a desperate attempt to breathe fresh air. It wasn't surprising that he instinctively headed to the Astronomy Tower – your favorite place. Reaching the top, he stood there and retrieved the cigarette pack with trembling fingers. After hesitating, he lit one. Everything seemed to remind him of you. It was never that serious, you just wanted to help him.

Now, he felt like a total fool. Leaning against a wall and sliding down, he pondered over the the relationships. You were too sweet, he couldn't let you suffer near someone like him. With that, he set his mind on ignoring you and breaking up with you because "that'd be better for you." It seemed like you would only agree, he didn't consider any other possible answer.

In the next few days, he deliberately skipped meals and tried to ignore your questioning gaze in halls. However, you heard a slight cough from behind after the lunch.

"May we discuss something?"

"Well, if it isn't Theodore Nott! What—" he didn't let you finish.

"Let's break up." you froze, staring at him in disbelief.

"Nott, are you insane? Didn't you think to ask me?"

"I'm doing it right now."

"Really? It felt more like you just stated a fact and I can only accept it. It was really low of you to avoid me." Your eyes became shiny as tears started to accumulate involuntarily. Theodore noticed it, and despite the cold agenda he planned, he rushed towards you, wiping the tears.

"You wouldn't want to be with me," he mumbled.

"What? We could've talked! We've always talked about how important communication is, but how come we don't practice it? I know you, and I know myself; I wouldn't give up on our relationship that easily. And more than anything, I know that I want to be with you. Why would you do that to me?" you sobbed, clutching onto him as if you were afraid that if he left now, you would never see him again.

"Shush, principessa, I'm so sorry-" he didn't expect such a reaction from you. As you hid your crying face in his chest, his heartbeat only became faster. What an idiot he was for even thinking of such a thing. "I'm so sorry. For everything I've done and said. I'll work to be better for you," he rambled quietly. "Do you trust me? Are you ready to give me another try?" His voice cracked slightly as he asked the last question. You just nodded, and he chuckled at the sight. "Tesoro... I'm so sorry. I promise you it won't happen again." He gave you a forehead kiss, and he really meant it. Even though he didn't say anything about it, he decided to quit smoking. Yes, it won't be easy or a short process, but at least he found a far better addiction - you.

Tom Riddle

From the moment you saw Tom, you thought it could have worked out. At least, you hoped so. It all felt dumb. All those times when your friends told you to break up or said that he didn’t care about you - you refused to believe them. And now, it got you here when the most precious person told you were some troublesome trivia. In the past, you and Tom would at least talk during lunch or sit next to each other in Potions where he patiently helped you, but now, he skipped most lessons, and if he attended one, he’d sit alone. Everyone noticed it, and you became the target of their whispers and snickers. Some even went as far as mocking you in the halls.

“Well, if it isn’t the one Tom Riddle dumped. What, did he finally realize that you’re pathetic?” you tightened your hold on your books and tried to leave hurriedly until the blonde boy from the group shoved you into the wall. “Aren’t we talking to you? Why are you leaving so suddenly?”

It was a pretty loud encounter, so Tom, who was walking nearby, heard it and stopped in his tracks. To tell the truth, he didn’t even want to break up. He invented this silly excuse to protect you because he was afraid of his own actions. He hoped you’d be stubborn and come once again, but you didn’t. That’s when he knew he messed up, but his pride held him back from going to you. And now, someone was bullying his treasure.

But they underestimated your power. You didn’t want it to escalate into violence, but they started it first. With a swift movement of the wand, you threw them off with a big blast. Not even bothering to look behind, you paced up and bumped into someone.

“Oh.” As he put his hands on your shoulders to steady you, he eyed the unconscious group behind. “Using a spell of such power at this hour?” he mumbled nervously.

“Care to explain why you care? Get off, Riddle.” You tried to shove him away, but his grip was strong.

“What’s going on with you? I didn’t even do anything to make you that mad.” You nearly choked at these words.

“Tom.” He hesitated. “Do you think I’m that dumb to fall for your words? Move out of the way.” But he just stood there without a change.

"Don’t leave. I was just... I was afraid I’d hurt you," he whispered as he clutched onto you. "I was afraid of my own plans, of my own thoughts. But please, promise me never to leave, even if I change. I won’t hurt you, just stay by my side. I never expected to fall in love..I had everything planned ahead in a neat way, but you came in like a surprise. Yet, here we are, and it's you. There's no turning back now" You never saw Tom being so vulnerable, and you could do only nod. You cupped his face.

"Hey, I’m here. Everything’s gonna be fine. I’ll be here," you softly reassured him, not noticing how easily he drew you right back.

Mattheo Riddle

You had hard time absorbing everything Mattheo said. It was already dark outside, but you didn’t care to turn on the light or illuminate the wand with “Lumos”. You sat on the bed and went through the box with a glossy eyes. You couldn’t believe that he saved every gift, every letter, note - even those that you gave him before dating. Quiet sobs escaped your chest upon finding the promise ring at the very top. Why does it feel so awful when you believed you made the right choice?

As if on cue, your roommate entered the dorm room. "Hey, look what everyone’s talking about in school- oh, are you okay?" She turned on the lights and noticed your teary face. Quickly wiping everything away, you pretended to be busy, gathering everything back into the box. "Yeah, my eyes are sore from reading in the dark," a lame excuse, "what were you gonna tell?"

She knew you disliked having your privacy intruded upon. "So, three students were caught for an outrageous duel and a series of mobbings in Hogsmeade! Surprisingly, it was two Gryffindor students and one Hufflepuff. That fits into the ‘don't judge a book by its cover' narrative. I wonder when the stereotypes about the houses will end. Remember when everyone didn't doubt that it was Slytherin?" she sighed.

As if it weren't enough of a heartbreak, you discovered that everything you had ever suspected Mattheo of was all filthy lies and gossip. Suddenly, you felt dizzy.

You didn’t care about decency or dignity as you rushed to Mattheo’s dorm. He, too, was struggling. Despite everything, he regretted speaking harshly and leaving the memory box. What if you never returned and tossed it away? His heart clenched at the thought.

Feeling too irritated and unwilling to join others in the common room for a card game, he was all alone for now. In futile attempts to fall asleep, he heard a light knock on the door.

"Who’s that?" he groaned, too lazy to open the door.

"Hey, can we talk?" His muscles tensed upon hearing that familiar voice. Rushing to the door, he unlocked it immediately. "Oh, hi," you blushed and stopped mid-sentence, staring at his torso. He glanced down, realizing he forgot to put his shirt on.

"Shit. Sorry, one second," he shut the door in embarrassment and put on a random sweater. "What do you want?" he still held a grudge against you.

"I wanna... apologize. You have every right to shut the door, but I wanted to tell you that our relationship isn’t a joke to me. I love everything about you. I was just so stupid to believe all the gossips floating around Hogwarts, but that doesn’t matter. I came here to tell you how insane you make me feel. I mean, these days when I tried to collect my thoughts and was avoiding you, I was thinking of you non-stop. Mattheo, I’d fight the world to be by your side." As you rambled on and on, his gaze softened, and he pulled you by the waist.

"That’s my girl. I felt terrible when you acted the way you acted, but I hope it won’t be the same in the future?... I also apologize for saying unnecessary things."

"That’s okay, you had every right to be mad. What about I’ll order the food and we’ll watch a movie?"

“Gladly” he was grinning now. It wasn't necessary to tell him that you were also ordering a new broomstick, the perfect one for the perfect boy to make it up. It was the least you could do now. As you scrolled through the list of new films, Mattheo coughed.

"So, uh, can I get my box back, please? You didn’t go through it, right?" a light blush covered his face.

“Actually, I did, Matty. I didn’t know you are so sweet” he groaned at this comment “but I’ll return it to you. Sure.”

Lorenzo Berkshire

The moment Lorenzo received his numerology exam back, he couldn't believe the mark he saw. 70, satisfactory. Many would pray for such a grade, but he had studied and sacrificed too much for this.

As he walked to breakfast, he scanned the Great Hall but couldn't spot you. The previous day's argument flared up in his memory, and he wrinkled his nose as he sat down to eat. As predicted, a white owl sat on his shoulder, delivering a letter with Berkshire's family logo.

He run his eyes over the text. “disgrace..wasting time..bad influence” and blah blah blah. Nothing’s new, except the threat that ordered him not to come home until he got back on the track academically. He's been following his parents' wishes for too long; he was too afraid to ruin the perfect son image that he completely lost hold of his priorities.

Oh, how he wished to be in your embrace now, to listen to your soothing voice and nuzzle up to you in the dark. But he ruined it single-handedly.

He stood up and went to lessons, scratching an apology note for you in the meantime. At DADA, the only class you two took together, he tried to sit next to you and apologize, but that place was taken by a Hufflepuff girl, to which he could only frown. Throughout the lesson, you felt his gaze on you, but never once did you turn your head back at him. If he needed a break that much, he could get one. After all, you got tired of constantly begging him to relax and spend time with you and felt like a total fool.

After the lessons ended, you were the first one to leave the classroom, but he's not an idiot either. You felt someone gently taking hold of your wrists and pushing you into the empty classroom. The door closed behind.

"Can we talk and communicate like grown-ups?" Lorenzo inquired.

"You said everything you wanted last time. I have to go, Hermione's waiting for me in the library," you blatantly lied.

"Oh, really? Because when I last talked to Hermione, she told me she would be with Ron," he calmly stated, stepping closer. "I don't really remember things I've said, but-" You didn't let him finish.

“Enzo, you needed break and I’m giving it to you” his jaws tightened in frustration at your unwavering stance. “You told me I was a burden and you know what? I think you were right because lately, that’s what I felt like in relationships with you. It’s like I’m begging you to spend time with me. Maybe it's best to return to being friends” you mumbled. But he just shook his head, moving nearer once more until he stood right in front of you.

"I'm sorry I made you feel this way. It's not an excuse for my behavior, but I've been stressing about..something," he sighed. "You don't deserve to be treated like that, but trust me, I'll be better." He gently reached out for your arm. "I need just another chance. The only one. I've already written back to my parents, and I hope they will get off my back. I've also told them about us," his voice got quieter. "I hope you won't mind." Your breath hitched. He had always been postponing this, even if you wished for it. There was a minute of silence and apprehension before he wrapped you in a hug. "I hope you can forgive me, sweetheart. How about we go to the cafe you like this weekend?" he mumbled, peppering your face with kisses.

a/n: I apologize if it's not the way you imagined, but hey, I tried my best. Also, I think they were super careful and sweet afterwards!

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mysicklove · 1 year ago

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𝐁𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆

DAY 3: ORAL FIXATION + FACE FUCKING

With: Rin Itoshi

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Sub! Rin, reader is fem coded, gagging, lots of drool and saliva, unrealistic potrayal of oral fixations, cringey dialogue in beginning, tears, reader spits in his mouth, cumming in pants, biting

A/N: this is gross. also, i have a oral fixation and i know this is not how it works, but whatever this is fanFICTION let me live lol

Rin Itoshi has a bad mouth. Sure, his vocabulary is not too full of curse words, but by god he insults people way too much. Whats crazy about it, is he actually believes what he says, and often times you have to cover his mouth before he accidentally picks a fight with someone. He is cool and collected 90% of the time, and because of his aloof attitude, it drives people insane when they hear his rude, blunt words.

You are working on it with him, or at least trying to. Whenever he is rude to someone, you quickly scramble to apologize and reassure that he meant nothing harmful. By the end of it, he always gives you the strangest stares, wondering why you care enough to explain himself to the other person. But you were kind, and he…had other good qualities about him.

He discovered something new about himself during this time as well. You were sitting on his lap, talking to some guests at the two of yours apartment, when one of the guys teased Rin’s cold personality just a tad. Before your lovely boyfriend could bark back a probably way too passive aggressive reply, you covered his mouth with your hand, accidentally slipping one of your fingers into his mouth.

He stared at you in silence while the others gently laughed, and moved away from the conversation. He teasingly licked at the digit, and your smile widened to hide back a shiver, pretending nothing is amiss to the others. You pulled your hand away a couple seconds later, and he unconsciously followed it, blinking at you when you stared at him in confusion.

And ever since that day, Rin found himself feeling…strange. It didn't affect his day to day life, but he realized that having stuff in his mouth, made him feel strangely calm. After a quick google search, he realized he must have an oral fixation that he has not discovered until now.

He took to lollipops for a week, justifying himself to you by blaming it on his sweetooth (that he doesn't have). Once you teased him about ruining his teeth from all the sugar, and he stopped. He bit his nails for two days, and even if it did help him focus on the task at hand, it made him feel unsanitary and gross. He considered trying smoking, but his career depended on his lungs, so he threw that thought away.

Toothpicks and gum are his savior currently. With either of the two in his mouth, he finds himself less uptight, and it calmed his day to day nerves. It made him feel better all and all, and it didn't hurt him, so he was fine with his fixation.

But, ever since that day where he felt your finger in his mouth, he has been daydreaming about it. Two, or three of your digits would make his mouth completely occupied, and with them, he probably wouldn't be lost in his thoughts. It was just a passing thought in the beginning, thinking that maybe he nonchalantly ask you to put your (clean, he would specify) fingers into his mouth, but recently, the thoughts have gotten more lewd.

What would it be like to have your fingers forcefully roam his mouth while he blinks back tears from the roughness? What would it be like for you to gag him when you reach too far in his throat? Would you laugh at the noise, or would you coo at him? What would it be like for you to spit in his mouth? After that thought, he decided to never talk to you about it. He had a pride to withhold.

But you quickly noticed your boyfriends new found stress reducer. He didn't necessarily hide it, but when you ask about it, he always deflects the conversation and then gets cranky when you don't let it go. You know Rin’s ridiculous behavior by heart now, so you know he is hiding something.

So, on the one day off he has from practice, you decided to confront him on whatever the hell was going on. With gifts.

“What the fuck is this?”

You cringe, and let out a breath. You definitely shouldn't have bought that. “Uh…A pacifier?”

Rin raises his eyebrows, peering into the plastic bag with a frown on his face. “Why did you bring home a bunch of gum, butterscotch, toothpicks, are these cigarettes? Really? And a pacifier.”

You probably should have just stuck with the gum. Even the toothpicks would be pushing it. “Suprise..?” You meekishly let out, afraid of the outcome.

“This is for me?” Rin questions, setting the bag down with a sigh, and turning to you with a blank stare.

“Well one of us has an oral fixation, and its not me,” You say, watching the way your boyfriend immediately flushes red, and looks away.

He pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. “And where did you get that idea?”

You lean in closer to him, grabbing the bag with a huff. “From the weeks of you constantly having something in your mouth. After the fourth time of you pulling away from me, mid makeout session to spit out your gum, I figured something was up. And the internet is free you know.”

He peers at you, and doesn't say anything. You were right of course, but he was too embarrassed to admit it. Nor the idea of where this innocent fidgeting thing led to. “So you bought me cigarettes and a pacifier?” He accuses, tone harsher than before. It was unexpected how angry he got over something like this.

“I'm just trying to help you. What do you want me to do, stick my fingers in your mouth or something? Fuck, you dont got to be an asshole about it,” You quip back, growing annoyed at his behavior. He was being a brat for no reason, and although you did give him stupid gifts, he didn't have to be rude about it.

He glares at you, taking a step forward toward you. “Yeah? Maybe you should. Stick your fingers in my mouth, like the disgusting pervert you are.”

You bark a laugh at him. “Of course you make this sexual! Maybe I should, shows how desperate you are for a little attention,” You hiss, grabbing at his shirt and pulling you closer to you. You forcefully open his mouth and shove two of your fingers in. He gags, glaring up at you from under has lashes from the mere forcefulness.

You press the pads of your fingers to the roof of his mouth, his head tilting upward from the pressure. “Does this fucking help? Maybe I should just do this for….” You trail off, the bite in you dying down when you feel his tongue graze your finger. You begin to pull away, but he grabs onto your wrist, forcing it inside. “You really…Wow, okay,” You mumble, staring at your boyfriends now half lidded eyes.

He glances up at you, cheeks slightly flushed from embarrassment, but he would never admit that to you. Instead, he just mumbles, “Shut up.” which comes out a little garbled, making the complaint just sound cute.

You lead him to the couch, and motion for him to kneel on the carpet below. He glares at you, nipping gently on the tips of your fingers at the idea. “What? Obviously you are enjoying this way too much. So if you want my fingers in your mouth, then you can sit on the floor. You are too tall, I'll grow tired from reaching up,” You reason, fighting back the urge to roll your eyes as he continues to gnaw on your fingers in complaint.

He thinks about it for a second, and finally decides that you are right, so he takes his spot in between your legs, still holding onto your wrist like he is afraid that you are going to pull your fingers away. You pet his head, and finally relax your hand, your fingers falling limp on his tongue.

It doesnt take him long to start gently suckling on them, his tongue gently roaming around the two digits. You watch with amusement as his eyes grow heavy, and the thoughts seem to leave his brain. He looked so content like this, it was fascinating. The usual frown on his face gone, and drool beginning to bead at the corner of his lips.

“Mwove ‘em,” he demands not after long, and you bite back a laugh, knowing that his personality hasnt done a complete shift. But you abide to the command, and drag your fingers over his teeth, pressing them against the wall of his cheek, admiring how cute he looks when his lips are forcefully dragged to the side.

He takes notice to this and bites you again in warning, and this time you do laugh. “So temperamental, Rin. Thought you wanted me to move them around?”

“Dont make fwun of me.”

You hum, and use your hand to brush away his bangs. Then, you continue your exploration in his mouth, accidentally jabbing your fingers too far back, making him gag. You wince, apologizing immediately, but he doesn't say anything, gripping onto your wrists and pulling them deeper into his mouth. “Fuck Rin…This is....Kinda hot,” You murmur, cupping his cheek with one hand and plunging your other fingers deep into his mouth just to watch him gag again.

At your words his blue eyes flicker downward to his pants, and you follow them to see his hard on pressed against the fabric. You let out a breathless laugh, and put your finger to the top of his mouth again, forcing him to look up at you. His eyes are watery from the gagging, but other than that, he looks completely blissful, staring at you with hearts in his eyes. “Aw, this isn't bout your little oral fixation anymore, is it?" You taunt, narrowing your eyes at him. "You just wanna be face fucked, yeah Rin? Want me to abuse your pretty mouth until your throat is all bruised up and you are drooling all over the place?”

He gags again when your fingers travel back deeper in his mouth, but he doesn't say anything. He looks at you again, flushed in the face, and nods once, looking away immediately after. You play with his bottom lip, and grin at him. “God you're so pretty,” You praise, and he gulps, cock twitching in his pants.

Your fingers seem to travel every inch of his mouth, and his tongue follows them around, licking at them, even when you scold him to relax. Then, you begin to move your fingers in and out, and he gags with each thrust, tears dripping down his face as he forces his eyes shut. You listen to the gross sound of his throat being abused, and stare at him, completely fascinated about how hard he is right now. How something as strange as this could turn him on so much.

Suddenly, you grab his tongue and pull it out of his mouth. He winces at the harshness, and stares at you, slightly afraid of what's to come next. He feels vulnerable in this position, which he rarely feels, so he begins to squirm unconsciously. You lean forward, curling yourself over your legs and just above his face, the shadow of your frame darkening his face. “Hey Rin?” You whisper darkly, running your thumb over his tongue teasingly.

“Hmm?” He tries to hum, fists clutching onto your pants. He feels his tongue begin to dry up, and the force of your hold is uncomfortable, but he can't help but be extremely turned on. It was better than he imagined.

“Can I spit in your mouth?”

His eyes widen slightly, and his dick twitches in his pants. He takes a deep breath through his nose, and then tilts his head back, trying to open his mouth wider, but failing considering your hold on his tongue.

You grin at the action and lean forward just above his mouth, letting a glob of saliva fall from your mouth and into his. You release his tongue, and he immediately swallows, shivering at the feeling and the act of this really happening, all the while you coo at him. A couple seconds go by and he opens his mouth again, and you smile, seeing his tongue bare.

He trembles, repeating the scene in his head. Tears drip down his cheek, and drool coats his bottom lip, but he doesnt take notice to it, because all he can think about is how wet he is now.

“Oh Rin, did you soil your pants?” You laugh, and he grinds his teeth together, rushing to cover himself with his hands.

You grab his arms, forcefully pulling them to the side to see the noticeably dark spot directly above his crotch. Sure enough, Rin came from you spitting in his mouth. You feel blood rush to your groin, and you blink at him. “Oh god Rin, you fucking pervert.”

But before he could deny anything, you shove two fingers back into his mouth, and almost instinctually he begins to melt, already forgetting about the warm sticky feeling in his pants.

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rorynxoxo · 3 months ago

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Izuku x Reader

Hurt/comfort

WC: 900

Desc: Izuku's been busy lately, and at some point, it becomes too much.

Izuku and Y/N have been supportive of each other’s work since they started dating at UA, especially now that you’ve moved in together and are both pursuing your own demanding careers. You admire and respect Izuku for his dedication to his hero work, even more-so now that he’s the #1 Hero. You love him, and he loves you. Paparazzi goes insane whenever you’re seen in public together and social media admires your relationship and everyone in Japan wishes they had what you two had.

Even so, you can’t help but feel an invisible wall has been built between you two.

When Izuku comes home after night patrol and passes out, you leave for work.

When you wake up, Izuku’s leaving for an interview.

Another interview,

And another, and another, until you’re finally sitting down and eating breakfast together.

Izuku sets down your plate and sits across from you at the table.

You began speaking,

“Your mom called the other day, she was wondering if we wanted to–” Izuku cut you off,

“I don’t think I’ll have time, sorry.” He responded without letting you finish your sentence

You paused, taken aback by his audacity, “I didn’t even finish my–” Izuku ignored your inquiry and stood up from the table,

“I’m gonna go train with Todoroki, I’ll be back in awhile.” He put his dish in the sink before he walked past you. “Cya’ later”

“Uhm, bye- I guess” You mumbled.

You couldn’t help but notice he didn't properly say goodbye, nor kiss the back of your head as he used to when he left. You start to realize this has became a pattern. You put your dishes away and sit on the couch, just staring. You understand he was busy and prioritizes being a hero – but over having conversations with his girlfriend? – maybe you really were just being clingy, because the Izuku you know wouldn’t ever do that.

As you were enveloped in your thoughts, your phone rang; it was Mina.

“Hey girllll!” Mina sang through the phone

“Hey” You responded. Mina paused before replying,

“You okay?”

“Yeah, it’s stupid. I think I’m crazy.” You responded “Crazy? Why?” She asked

“I think Izuku’s been ignoring me. I get that he’s busy and everything, but he’s off today and wouldn’t even let me get a sentence out before leaving. I just- I don’t know if I’m being some annoying, clingy, girlfriend or if he’s really sick of me.” You mumbled.

“Are you serious? Midoryia’s being like that?” She scoffed, “The guy might be busy, but Jesus, he could at least talk to you.”

“I guess.” You murmured.

“Y/N, I love you, but you need to start standing up for yourself. Don’t let yourself be treated like an afterthought.” Mina sighed, “I gotta go, we’ll hang out this weekend, okay? Talk to you later!”

She hung up the phone and you laid down on the couch.

Mina was right. You weren’t always one for standing up for yourself, it was why you loved Izuku so much. Even since middle school you admired how he never let bullying override his determination for being a hero. You wished you were like him in that regard. As you reminisced everything you hated about yourself, you felt tears trailing down your cheeks. If Izuku did want to break up, what would you do? You were confused and hurt, and couldn’t tell if you were being dramatic or not. Maybe what Izuku needed was someone who didn’t need so much attention. You couldn’t stand yourself. You closed your eyes, cried, and eventually fell asleep.

The next thing you knew, the door was opening. You didn’t get up.

“Y/N?” Izuku called out.

You sighed, “Yeah?” Izuku walked into the living room, and once he saw you laying down on the couch, he knelt down in front of you with a look of guilt. “I’m so sorry, baby” He said gently as he wiped your dried tears. You sat up after he sat next to you.

“I didn’t realize how preoccupied I’ve been, I never meant to hurt you. I feel awful.” He frowned, “I could never get sick of you – you’re the furthest thing from an annoying girlfriend.” He hugged you, and you hugged him back. You missed this. “It doesn’t feel like it when you ignore me.” You mumbled into his shoulder. You could smell his cologne, and apart from the fact he was sweaty from training, it felt like home.

“You’re completely right.” He admitted “You don’t ever deserve being ignored. I hate that I get distracted. I love you, and no matter what I do otherwise, that’ll never change.” He parted from the hug and kissed you, It felt like it’s been a long time.

“It’s okay, I forgive you” You rested on his shoulder

“Next weekend I’m off,” He smiled, “Can I take you out to dinner?”

You smirked back at him, “It’s the least you could do.” You joked.

“Oh, of course” He chuckled.

Later, as you two were intertwined with each other in bed, you asked him,

“How did you know I was upset?” A good question.

“...Mina chewed my ear off.” He averted his eyes and shuddered at the memory.

“YOU IDIOT, ARE YOU SERIOUSLY THAT OBLIVIOUS!?!? I FEEL LIKE IT’S KIND OF OBVIOUS NOT TO IGNORE YOUR GIRLFRIEND, RIGHT LOVER BOY? HOW ABOUT INSTEAD OF YOU MAKING HER FEEL LIKE SHIT, I SHOVE MY—”

A/N: eek my first fan fic!!!!! hope u liked it, i didn't edit it at all lol - rory

#mha fanfiction #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #bnha fanfiction #mha x reader #bnha x reader #izuku x reader #deku x reader #mha deku #bnha deku #hurt/comfort #izuku midoriya #bnha angst #mha angst #happy ending

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twost3ps · 5 months ago

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This boy has been in the drafts for like a month

I'm feeling like I want an Adam sandwich with two slices of Morningstar brothers so you guys are going to hear me out on my LucifurxAdamxMicheal au (and I mean it in a they both share Adam in the end :3 ) In general I'm calling the ship ✨��GuitarStars✨️ boooyaaa I feel like there might be a better name for it but idk

(Also I’ve noticed there is complaint for guitarhero in the adamsapple tag. I'm tagging this post as adamsapple this once of it but post related to this with both brothers will be counted as #guitarstars.

I also completely agree with the complaints. There is a problem with the tagging so this is a very quick reminder to please tag properly!!! Ik it's not meant to be harmful bcz most guitarhero shippers are also adamsapple as well. But i will admit there has been a lot of unecessary tagging (i am guilty of this im so sorry qwq) so please be mindful!!!! Ik this post might go agaisnt that but its just this post i swear sorrryyyy)

ANYWAYS The actual au:

For now I'm calling the au- Angels on My Shoulder (I can't think of a good title rn grrr)

quick sketchs so you get the idea

General prompt:

Adam respawns as a human with all his memories. He lives a normal happy life until he turns 21 when two angels (Micheal and Lucifer) appear on his shoulders with a mission: try convince him into making certain decisions so that he ensures a spot in heaven or hell.

That doesn’t work out very well because adam hates how theyre forcing their ideals onto him one way or another. He doesnt really want to think about heaven or hell anytime soon. Heaven or hell seems like complete torture to him. The fact that he didn't like either of them before he respawned doesn't help.

A revelation happens and both brothers realize it's not gonna work on their terms so they're gonna have to earn his favor first before trying anything. One of the ways is talking it out beacuse adam had expressed several times over that, while at first it was funny, their bickering needs to die because it's getting annoying.

They talk it out. They make up. It takes a whole but they become close again. They try to earn adams favor in the meantime and between time. Everything is at peace. As time goes on though, the wooing is no longer for just adams favor, its now romantic. Both develop feelings for Adam. And since now they made up both made up they are very willing to share him.

The og goal is completely lost. Gone with the dirt and dust. And now what was once a competition to get Adam into heaven or hell has spiraled into heaven and hell trying to get into Adam. If you catch my drift.

Do they get in there?

God bless they do

(Ps they start off as small little mascots but then later grow into their normal form and an added human form. Adam Prefers the small mascots though)

My in-depth of the au that is very subject to change I just wanted to rant is under the cut o3o

So when Adam had died, he respawned onto earth. Born into a normal family and all that jazz. He lives life as normal and has comes to terms with it. He actually loves his life. He doesn’t have to walk on eggshells anymore and lives as normal. He’s not insanely good or insanely bad, he’s just a guy.

A guy who is very happy with himself. After graduating he becomes a national park ranger.

Heaven and hell both know of adams soul, but contant cant be initiated till he turns 21 (It was recognized because I wanna say 21 would be the age Adam technically was in his creation during Eden, and thats when he can process divinity without his body tweaking as if he were any other mortal. Souls grow along with age and all that drama, adams soul in eden was strong enough to stand the sheer power of a seraphims presence) both sides made it their immediate duty to guide him to their path.

Sera wanted Adam in heaven to clear her mind- to have heaven back to perfection with the original perfection creation (also to have her son back, but she's not ready to unpack that for herself.)

Lucifur wanted adam as he could punish him directly for hurting Charlie and her friends. A little tiny part of him also really wants Adam all for himself grrryrvgrvsgrs

So both heaven and hell spawn a representative guide for Adam to follow once his soul is ready to guide. Lucifur nominated himself and Sera nominated Micheal who agreed.

For some reason (probably amix of earth and god or sumn), Adam's presence nulls the powers of both angels and devils. So the first time they appear, Micheal and lucifur appear as small tiny mascots on Adam’s shoulder.

(Adam has flicked both of them away several times and they can't really do anything about it other than fly back and try again)

Both sides had the same idea and Adam connects the dots very fast on why they are here without them telling him. And he's pissed.

His normal life is now ruined.

Adam actually really hates both Lucifur and Micheal. Lucifur for obvious reasons and Micheal because he's just so nitpickey. Micheal had trained Adam in the past and that guy was brutal. Adam understood part of it was with Lucifurs falling and their brother thing and whatever but god daymn bro needed to chill. If Sera was on him like a hawk Micheal had been on him like a spy camera from space monitored by the secret service. In a way, both devalued adams emotions to some capacity so Adam hated both of them equally. Nothing Adam could do about it though because he was human.

In the beginning, both micheal and lucifur kept it really formal between them. Its strained but neither brother imposes on what the other one advises. That doesn’t stay for too long. The formalities between Lucifur and Micheal die pretty quickly. Under 2 months tops. While both are very old and very much adults, they are, first and foremost, SIBLINGS.

Both begin talking over eachother, butting in, shoving eachother. It's like pre eden all over again between the two on who is better. Most of the time they argue about the most random topics forgetting their og purpose.

After one year of enduring both of their bs, Adam feels like he has a dog and a cat rather than two otherworldly gaurdians monitoring his every move.

He doesn't complain though. After a while he's learned to tune them out. He also finds it incredibly entertaining watching the literal devil fight with the a high angel while being incredibly small. And with no powers it resorts to petty slapping. He's gotten pretty used to it....

Except when it comes to them making him choose what actions he takes.

They're always on him about everything. It sucks so much ass. Everything Adam tries to do something good, Lucifur tells him that it's stupid, that he should be more selfish and blocks Adam. He keeps on telling him that deep down adam really isnt all that, and why should he try and do good when everyone knows that hes not really that. Micheal does the same thing in reverse. When Adam does something considered bad, Micheal raves on how he'll go to hell. That Adam was made in perfection and must reach that perfection. That heaven is waiting for him and is available only if he keeps on doing good.

It makes Adam so mad when they remember what they're trying to do.

Adam doesn’t listen to either angel because after living part of his life as just a normal person, he’s come to realize he doesn’t want to think about living life wondering if he’s going to heaven or hell. Adam does not want to face eternal punishment or be in hell. He still really hates sinners, and while the blood hungry killer part of him died with his second life, he still thinks that the majority of those sinners are disgusting to say the least. But he doesn’t want to walk eggshells to be virtuous enough to enter heaven. Heaven, for all its greatness got tiring after 1000s of years. He's grown tired- already hated hell and grew to hate heaven. He doesn’t want to think about either, he doesn’t want those ideas to deter him from choosing what he wants to do. He wants to make both good and bad decisions without an angel watching over him. He wants to be able to make both good and bad decisions. He makes this very clear after a breakdown.

It becomes less of a competition over making Adam choose and more of getting into Adam’s favor after that because their first tactic is clearly not working.

So both agree that they will have to earn adams favor before making him do anything.

But in order to get adams favor both have to learn to get along because it had become one of Adam's biggest gripes. Funny at first, but the bickering and arguments got tiring after the course of a few years.

So they do attempt to make up. Genuinely. It's hard and its tough. Theres a lot there to unpack. But both jnkw that if they don't do this Adam is not going to listen to either of them because getting along has go go both ways.

And they do make up.

By the time Adam is in his early 30s, the close proximity and a lot of Adam yelling to sort it out, allowed for some slow but needed time to talk it out. They would do it infront of Adam who was the mediator, but they mostly would talk when Adam falls asleep as both watch over his dreams (creepos imo). They begin talking about their decision and their lives. Both brothers do acknowledge that they miss each other and that they have committed several wrongs with each other. And soon the fighting turns to light banter and life is good. They still try to earn adams favor but it's a lot more calmer. Everything's more calm.

Atleast that's what adam thought at first.

While bonding and stuff, they both come to the mutual agreement that they could share Adam. So they both freak it and try to woo Adam together.

And then now it's a matter of Adam freaking out because while before, both his little shoulder angels used to argue, they their bickering distracted them enough that Adam could chill and leave.

Now they're both bothering him and helping eachother try to get in adams pants. They're tag teaming him now.

It doesn't take long for their combined forces to make Adam cave.

The og goal is kinda gone. They still put their input but adams become more open it because they're less demanding and he feels like their goals are more aligned to his wants than theirs. Lucifur and Micheal also come to kinda realize that where Adam ends is where Adam ends. They're going to have to just suck it up when the time comes but they'll enjoy sharing while it lasts.

It gets pretty domestic and slice of life here. So the years following is a mix of sibling bonding and having ✨️the rizz✨️ on Adam.

Lucifur talks about hell and Charlie. Micheal talks about heaven and lucifur and his siblings. (Both Micheal and Lucifur arent permannt shoulder angels, they can actually pop away if they wanted to) Adam talks about his life and stuff.

When Adam eventually dies, his soul is neither here or there (because getting absolutely boned by twin morningstars does not make you virtuous or sinful it just makes you a bad bitch) his soul spawns in limbo. He’s deprived from salvation but doesn’t endure the horrors of hell. It’s basically a decent sided garden with a basic house in the middle where the garden ends is white space. On opposite ends of the garden are two doors, one goes to hell and the other to heaven. Turns out, the doors are connected to Micheal and Lucifer’s homes, but only appeared in them once Adam died. He’s allowed outside limbo into heaven or hell of his choosing for a limited amount of time and visites Micheal and Lucifer when he can. On the flip side Micheal and Lucifer can freely walk in and out of the place. I don’t want Adam to be lonely once he enters limbo so Cain and Abel are there because they died before heaven was ready and when he’ll just started.

So that’s pretty much it :3 kinda

incomplete but doesn't have everything I wanna say

Also

I will reiterate what I said at the beginning. I love you my guitarhero ppl but they are right in the tagging. It comes from a place of love so just be mindful!! Also, this is from me, sometimes the adamsapple vs guitarhero thing gets repetitive. It's a very common post ive seen. And I mean in general not just leaking into the adamsapple tag. That might just be me, but I do see it pretty often. Love it but that with the tagging does get a bit old. Really, the problem is a mix of incorrect tagging and the same trope. There's a lot more to the ship, especially with Micheal being free reign rn, so there is a lot of opportunity to show their relationship besides comparing it to Adamsapple.

I feel like somone who ships guitarhero also had to say something so yeyeye

Again, no offense to anyone guitarhero isbmy love but just please be mindful guys o3o

If you read all that thank you lol

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You'd been quiet all day, the weight of your anger pressing down on your chest like a heavy stone. It was subtle, at first. The way you brushed off Rafe's attempts to touch you, the curt answers when he'd try to talk, the fake smiles. But you weren't in the mood for games.

Rafe hadn't noticed right away, too wrapped up in hanging with his friends earlier - Topper and Kelce lounging around his backyard, laughing about something that hadn't mattered to you until you heard Rafe's name in the conversation, and then it had shifted. Your ears had perked up, catching the end of something you hadn't wanted to hear.

"I don't get why you waste your time on her, man. She's just another Pogue," Topper had said, his tone dismissive, and your heart had clenched in your chest.

Rate hadn't exactly defended you.

"I don't know," he'd said with a half-smirk, "it's fun while it lasts, right?"

The casual cruelty, the indifference. It stung more than you wanted to admit.

You weren't just some fling, some

'fun' thing he could toy with. You thought he actually cared. The heat of betrayal burned under your skin all day. You hadn't confronted him immediately. Instead, you let it stew, bubbling under the surface, waiting for the perfect moment to explode.

Now, that moment had come.

Rafe closed the door to his bedroom, glancing over at you, his brow furrowed in confusion as he picked up on the tension in the air. "Alright, what's going on with you today?"

You crossed your arms, leaning against the wall, your gaze hard. "What's going on with me? That's rich, Rafe."

His frown deepened. "Don't do that.

Don't play the game where you make me guess what's wrong."

You let out a bitter laugh, pushing off the wall and stepping closer to him. "You really don't get it, do you? What you said earlier — with your friends — did you even think about how that would make me feel? Or do I just not matter enough for you to care?"

Rafe's face darkened with realization, his jaw clenching. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"Oh, don't play dumb with me." Your voice was sharp now, your anger finally boiling over. "I heard you, Rafe. I heard you and your little friends talking about me. How I'm just another 'Pogue' you're wasting your time on. Is that all I am to you? A fun little project?"

He rolled his eyes, his frustration mounting. "That's not what I meant, and you know it."

"Really? Because that's exactly what it sounded like." You stepped closer to him, your chest heaving with each breath, but Rafe didn't back down. If anything, he squared his shoulders, his gaze hardening.

"Don't twist my words," he bit back, his voice cold. "You know what this is

- what we are. You're being dramatic, and I don't have time for that”

"Of course," you scoffed, your voice laced with sarcasm. "Because why would Rafe Cameron care about anyone but himself?"

His eyes flashed dangerously, and you saw the shift in him — from frustrated to something darker, something more primal. "You want to play that game? Fine. But you're not going to like how it ends."

You knew you were pushing his buttons, but the hurt in your chest made you reckless. "Oh, really? What's your plan, Rafe? Are you gonna toss me aside once you're bored, like all the other girls? Or is that just how you handle 'Pogues?"

The word dripped with venom, and Rafe's control snapped.

In an instant, he had you pinned against the wall, his body pressed against yours, his hand gripping your chin tightly, forcing you to look up at him. His eyes were blazing with fury, his lips curling into a sneer as he leaned in close. "You want me to tell you what I think about you? How much you drive me fucking insane?

How every time you get under my skin like this, all I want to do is fuck you until you can't think straight?"

His words sent a shiver down your spine, but you refused to let him see how much he affected you. "Maybe that's all you're good for," you spat back, knowing it would hit him where it hurt.

Rafe's grip tightened, but instead of letting his anger explode into words, he crushed his lips against yours in a brutal kiss, teeth biting down on your bottom lip hard enough to draw a gasp from you. It was a kiss born from fury, frustration, and something darker — something you both craved, even if you wouldn't admit it.

You pushed against him, breaking the kiss with a sharp shove to his chest. "You think you can just fix this with sex?

Rafe’s eyes were wild, his breath coming in harsh pants as he stared down at you. "You're damn right I can."

Before you could respond, he was on you again, this time with even more force. His hands ripped at your clothes, pulling off your shirt, yanking down your pants in a rush of motion.

You barely had time to catch your breath before he had you spun around, your palms pressed flat against the wall, your ass jutting out toward him.

"You think you can run your mouth and not deal with the consequences?" Rafe growled in your ear, his voice dark and dripping with lust. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you back against him, his hard length pressing against your ass through his jeans. "I'll show you exactly what happens when you push me too far."

His hand came down on your ass with a sharp smack, the sting making you gasp, but it only fueled the fire burning inside you. You hated how much you wanted this, how much your body responded to him even when you were furious. But that was part of the problem — the line between anger and desire was so blurred with

Rafe, it made your head spin.

He didn't give you time to think, didn't give you time to protest. He shoved his pants down, the sound of his belt hitting the floor barely registering before he was spreading your legs wider, his fingers running through your slick folds. "You're so fucking wet," he groaned, almost in disbelief, his thumb circling your clit roughly. "You act like you hate me, but your body knows exactly what it wants."

You bit down on your lip to keep from moaning, but the tension in your body betrayed you, every nerve on fire as his touch drove you wild. You hated how much power he had over you, how easily he could pull you apart with just a few rough touches.

Without warning, he pushed inside you, filling you completely in one hard thrust, and you cried out, the sudden fullness making your legs shake. He didn't give you time to adjust, his hands gripping your hips as he set a brutal pace, fucking you hard against the wall.

"Is this what you wanted?" Rafe growled through gritted teeth, his thrusts deep and punishing. "You wanted to piss me off so l'd fuck you like this?"

You couldn't answer, your mind too foggy with pleasure and anger, your hands scrambling against the wall for some kind of leverage as he pounded into you, each thrust sending shockwaves through your body.

"I don't give a damn what Topper or anyone else says," Rafe growled, his voice harsh in your ear as he leaned over you, his chest pressing against your back. "You're mine. You've always been mine, Pogue or not. And don't you fucking forget it."

His words sent you over the edge, the intensity of his possession, the roughness of his touch — it was too much. Your orgasm ripped through you, your body clenching around him as you screamed his name, your knees buckling under the force of it.

But Rafe didn't stop, didn't slow down, fucking you through it with a ferocity that left you breathless.

Moments later, he followed you over the edge, a guttural moan escaping his lips as he slammed into you one last time, his release filling you as his grip on your hips tightened to the point of bruising.

For a moment, the room was silent, the only sound the ragged breathing of two people who had taken out their frustration in the most primal way possible. Slowly, Rafe pulled out, stepping back, and you turned to face him, still panting, your body trembling from the intensity of what had just happened.

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hotxcheeto · 2 years ago

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hi love! it’s me again! i’m resubmitting my request. there would be an established friendship but abby decides to take it to the next level and realizes that she’s the one the reader needs to keep them in check. i was wondering if you could possibly write a brat tamer!dom! abby anderson with a brat!female reader where the two are out on a mission and the reader is constantly complaining and not listening to abby to the point where there mission is almost jeopardized and once they get to a safe enough place abby finally handles the reader’s attitude and puts her back in her place by spanking and edging her.

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The original argument lasted longer than either of you initially thought. But it was Abby's fault, she was the dick.

At least, that's how you explained it to Manny, when he asked why neither of you would look or even acknowledge the other the entire first briefing. Your arms crossed, and her brows furrowed.

"Alright, what's with you both?"

He had asked, but neither of you responded, the only moment he knew you'd actually heard him was when Abby rolled her eyes and stalked away like a big grouchy asshole.

It was technically supposed to be a group supply collection, until everyone else had backed out and decided it was too far from base for their liking, and too many things happened to go wrong out there.

Yet you and Abby didn't run away from the mission, and neither of you realized the other hadn't backed out. Until, it was just two of you left standing.

Leah had gotten you both to finally make up, but it was nearly for nothing. You still sarcastically responding to everything she said, and her sending you glares every time you said something she didn't like.

You were like an itch, a bratty presence that wouldn't disappear no matter how annoyed she acted. How many times she brushed you away, you always found yourself right back ready to drive her insane.

Like a moth to light, you were to Abby.

Look for the light, how ironic.

"Y/n." You heard your name, but you were focused down at the broken compass you always used. The one that Abby had broken in a drunken fit of idiocy while you were hanging out with her.

The moment that had broke the already present tension you had between you. Originally it was something else, but now for you both it was anger, anger you were conveying from your original feelings.

The feelings you weren't sure you knew the name of.

"Y/n!" You jumped, turning to see Abby coming up to your side. "What?" You yelled, frustrated already before looking back down at the broken compass. "It's still not working?" "No, all thanks to you of course." "I already said I'd get you a new one." "Doesn't matter, I liked this one."

Abby rolled her eyes, walking beside you towards the armory.

"I didn't mean it and you know it." "Still sucks, I really liked it." Abby's face seemingly fell, the girl deciding silence was better than speaking as she followed you.

Walking while messing with her hands, you noticed her muscles were more exposed due to her choice of tank top to battle the humid air. Your gaze lingering on her form that strutted off, talking to one of the guys running part of the ammo station while he handed her a few boxes meant for the both of you.

You couldn't help your wandering eyes, but hurriedly pulled them away when she turned towards you. Seeing you instead staring off at a few guys nearby cleaning some of the guns.

"Y/n, let's move."

And again, it was silence between you both, only a few huffs passing your lips gaining the blondes attention each time and growing her annoyance all the same.

"Quit pouting, this'll go faster without you sulking the entire time." You took a look at her, then huffed louder, smiling like an idiot as you did so.

"Sorry, couldn't hear you over the sound of my sulking. What was that?" Abby stared at you, anger resting right behind her pupils while you grinned in triumph, looking in front of you.

"Look at that, we get a truck." "The drive is almost three hours long." You looked at her once again, this time your jaw threatening to fall from your face. "Tell me you're fucking kidding." "Nope, better make yourself comfortable, shithead." You groaned,

"Fuck me."

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

But it wasn't nothing, it was something Abby thought and replayed in her mind nearly the entire drive, glancing at you in the passenger seat every now and again. Your leg up on the dash and the rest of you layed back while you held a book Abby recommended to you in your hands.

Your pants stuck to your legs, shaping your thighs and hugging your calves. Abby stared for a moment too long, looking forward again to ignore the feelings swirling around in her chest.

The rural area around was desolate, rainy but the fall colors complemented the gray sky above. A perfect day to stay inside, you'd said once, Abby recalling the memory of you both laying on the couch in your room and reading cringey book passages back and forth to each other.

"Do you still have those CD's in here?" You glanced to her, meeting her eyes for a split moment before looking away. "Am I a ghost?" "You borrowed my last one, asshole." "Hey, language."

"What? Did I offend the book?" You marked your page, throwing the book beside you and onto the cupholders. Sitting up to look out the windshield.

"We almost there?" "Yeah, just relax." You turned to her, kicking your feet back and forth before glancing at her hand on the steering wheel.

Her knuckles slightly white, little scars surrounding them. Some of them you remembered when she'd gotten, a few you'd patched up yourself while out in the field.

"I can't Abby, m'bored." You then looked at her face, eyes focused on the road but you could see the gears turning in her mind.

"You have so many freckles." You poked the skin at the top of her cheek, right near her eye causing her to nearly wink. Scrunching the side of her face.

"Quit." "How much longer?" "Not long." "That isn't an answer Abigail."

You leaned back against the seat again, legs doing what they want as you looked out the window at the falling raindrops and trees. Bored out of your mind at the amount of nothingness mixed with overgrown empty.

Then you began to see building frames, many building frames, shorter in style than the heart of Seattle. But you could tell some where apartments, motels, stores and such. All taken by mother nature.

It was a town, or a city, the size couldn't be accounted for because of the rolling hills and trees that had made their home right in the heart. But there was something nostalgic about the town, then again it also reminded you of everything else in the world.

It was just another place.

You looked away from the glass, then at Abby. Focusing on the passing scenery in her eyes, going by as quickly as the truck moved.

"Abby..." You dragged her name out, nail tickling at her forearm to get her attention. "Bored." "We're here." "We are?" You glanced out the window again, looking around at the apartments you'd parked in front of, seemingly abandoned.

"I don't get it, why are we here?" "Isaac hid supplies here, and we need them." You raised your eyebrow. "Why hide supplies three hours from base? Added, in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nothing?"

Abby turned the truck off, looking at you, keys jingling in her hand.

"It's a plan B, incase anything happens. Idiot." "Pretty far plan B. Are you positive we're in the right place?" You looked out the window once more, unsure with the building. "And don't call me an idiot, idiot."

You opened the truck door, stepping out into the crisp autumn air that sent a shiver up your spine. Your breath just able to be seen in front of your face. Your sweater did everything to keep you warm while walking up to the decrepit frame that was once a bustling home for people.

"It's strange, there's only one building around." "There's not just one." Abby came to your side, pointing passed the trees to other 'buildings' if you could even call the framework of what was a 'building'.

"Huh, 'kay let's go." You moved to skip forward, Abby instead gripping your arm to a pause. "Are you crazy?" "What? Where's Miss Cocky at? C'mon, I'm bored." Abby rolled her eyes, taking a few things out of the back of the truck from underneath the tarp.

One of the things being your backpack.

"Here-" You shoved passed, grabbing your own things before smiling at her. "Thanks, let's go." "Really?" You shrugged, meeting her gaze that was nothing but a glare. "What?"

"Wait for me." "Thanks, but no thanks. You're driving me nuts with this motherly act."

Abby hurried to grab her own things, rushing after your form that disappeared into the building.

Your eyes danced around the tattered wallpaper, molded photos on the wall and your boots brushing against plants that had grown through the floor.

The entire place smelled like an old persons house, antique décor on every inch of table space. It was quiet, too quiet for the area that Abby had described, having been out here plenty of times with Isaac. But it didn't seem like the picture you had.

This place couldn't be that bad. It was nice, like a movie, well, that was what you thought.

"Yeesh." You whispered, walking into a conjoined room, a fancy lobby area with a dusty chandelier becoming your new surroundings. A tiny smile on your face as you spun around.

The entire place was dark wood, like a manor, only it was an apartment building. The art like the renaissance, or what Abby had taught you of the time. The paintings she'd shown you, along with stories of the major scientists and their discoveries.

All of it came out in the rooms, building with large windows, though the glass was clouded and old.

It was beautiful.

"Are you kidding me?" Turning, Abby stood glaring at you from the doorway, backpack on and a scowl to complement. "What?"

"Do you have a Deathwish?' You walked up to her, swaying your hips before crossing your arms. "Nope. Just... quiet. Nothing how you said it would be." "That doesn't mean-" "Oh?"

You looked forward, spotting a nearby picture that sparked your curiosity, taking it into your hands.

"Aw, look, they're so cute. That one kind of looks like Ryan." Abby appeared behind your shoulder, her breath fanning your neck as she examined the photo. "Who's Ryan?" "Y'know? That cute guy in med? He stares at me every time we go to see Mel? You've never met him?"

Abby dreaded the fact that she'd even asked the question. Internally groaning and imagining herself banging her head against the wall. Your eyes practically turning to hearts at the thought.

"But... he's kinda creepy. I think I just like the attention." You set the picture down and looked at a door beside the table, going to grab the rusty golden doorknob.

"Wait." Abby's hand wrapped around your wrist, practically engulfing it. "We don't know what's in there, and unless you want your face eaten off, we should check." Looking down at her hand, you pulled away, shrugging. "What if I'm into that?"

Abby stared at you slightly flustered, not blushing, no, just reminded of her earlier thoughts of you. The ones she'd tried to shake away but couldn't seem to escape truck and it's thick air.

"I'd tell you to keep that to yourself." Abby stepped in front of you, gaining her cool personal once more while opening the door.

Inside were two insanely still runners, her eyes scanning for spores against the slight light coming through the windows.

"Right or left?" She'd asked, but you didn't care, beginning to creep into the room while pulling your knife from the side of your bag. The runner quietly muttering and crying to itself.

It's skin looked gray in the darkness, it's jacket ripped and torn. And as you rose to stab it, hearing Abby shuffling around behind you, you realized how much taller it was compared to your frame.

But nonetheless, you kicked the back of it's leg, watching it fall to its knees as you swung your knife into the flesh of its neck. Turning around once you were done whilst wiping your hands on your pants.

"Y/n, you can't just rush in like that-" "Seemed to work out fine. You take too long." Abby would've given everything in that moment for a chance to throw you out the window. "We didn't have a fucking plan."

"The plan was one of us goes right and the other goes left. You said it yourself." You looked around at the nearly empty room, once an office it seemed. "So, where are the supplies?" "Upstairs." You nodded your head, humming. "Upstairs. Great."

You went quiet for a moment, walking over to her before patting her shoulder.

"You got the heavy lifting, right?" You gave her that all-too familiar smile before making your way towards the decrepit looking stairs. Slightly nervous to take a step, you first pressed your foot down on the first stair, seeing it hold.

"Wait, idiot." You groaned, ignoring her demand and continuing upwards. "The stairs could collapse will you just f-" "Are you calling me fat?" You giggled, reaching the first landing, looking up at the second set of stairs leading to the second floor.

"That's rude, y'know." "Don't be a brat." Abby followed after, walking exactly where you had. She wondered if she should stop you, looking at the rotten steps that were created by the hole in the ceiling.

You didn't see them, she should stop you. Make sure you didn't trip.

But she didn't, she let you turn around and move to walk up them. Not realizing how rotten they really were, and how close the infected were to you both.

You were supposed to trip, not fall.

"Shit!" You fell through, only your legs and only halfway, but it had hurt and it wasn't the worst problem you had going for you. You looked down, your eyes stayed trained on where the lower half of your body was through the floor, not even hearing the screams of the few clickers flying out of empty rooms that were once their homes.

"Fuck, Y/n!" The sound of a gunshot brought you back from your struggle. Looking up to see a runner coming straight at your head, only stopped when a loud pop rang out and it fell to the ground. Red surrounding it's face.

"I can't reach." Your knife had fallen from your hand, just a ways away, you thought. Reaching out to grab it, the wood splintering and stabbing at your stomach.

You flexed every finger, trying your best to grab it. Only your middle finger doing the job to push it slightly closer.

The stairs than gave away a little more, making you sink deeper into the staircase. Legs dangling underneath you in the open air.

There were too many for Abby to handle, backing up every time one got to close to her. They began to ignore you, going for the one making the most noise while you struggled on the ground.

"Almost." It was a whisper of hope, getting the handle in your grip when a runner came barreling at you.

You could feel fear, you had before too. But there was something about the breath caught up in your throat mixed with the inability to move at all when your stomach dropped that tied it all together.

And yet somehow, you reached up, feeling the blade stab through the 'once a man's' Adams apple.

Then there was silence. A tense feeling in the atmosphere, but you only stared down at the dark flooring that kept you trapped.

"Told you to wait." "Fuck you." Abby crouched beside your upper body, almost assessing the situation while biting back a smile. "Are you bit?" "Would it make you feel better if I said yes?"

Abby's hand came out to take your backpack off, her other arm slipping under yours to keep you up.

"No. It wouldn't."

Once the bag was off, the hole was big enough to pull you back through. Abby pulling you upwards and helping you away and back on the landing.

"Why not? You've been praying on my downfall since we got in that car." You laughed, looking at your pants that had been ruined as you sat. "I'll be right back. Try not to die while I'm gone. Please? I'm not explaining to Isaac how I came back to find your body at the bottom of the stairs."

You looked at her, your stare giving her a reply wordlessly. Abby laughing to herself as she walked away.

And it wasn't long before she returned, to you, nowhere to be found.

Having found crates of supplies they could use to further their scavenging points. She was only happy to be one step closer to leaving.

And then you were gone.

"Y/n? Fuck." She said your name, whispering profanity to herself while avoiding the giant hole in the stairs. "Wher- really?"

You were propped up on the dusty couch, looking at a pamphlet for the nearby museum. Eyebrows furrowed and eyes concentrated as you read. Taking in information you'd probably never need.

Abby watched you for a moment, knowing you were blissfully unaware of her presence. That was until you turned your head.

"I thought you died." Was what she said, hiding the fact that she'd definitely been watching you, the comment making you laugh out loud.

"Me? Die? In your dreams. Find anything?" "Yeah, just need to move it. You good?" "Ankle is killing me, but the museum nearby has Picasso painting recreations, so that could help."

Abby couldn't even reply to what you'd said, causing you to giggle once more as she shook her head like a disappointed mom. Walking back upstairs with you close behind.

Carefully you both took the boxes out to the truck, Abby giving you a much lighter load than you realized. The blonde handing you the easier to carry boxes without you knowing. Watching you glance down at your ankle every now and again.

"How'd you know they'd only be on the second floor?" "The third floor is completely blocked off, the stairs collapsed and there was shit piled up at the top."

"I dunno how smart this hiding place was, but considering the stuff is here, I guess it was successful." The lip of the truck closed as Abby pushed it up, putting out her hand to nod to your bag. "Want that in the back?"

You nodded handing it to her.

"Maybe you are useful."

Abby tossed the backpack into the bed of the truck. Glaring at you from across the vehicle. "One of us has to be." You got in the truck, shutting the door, the silence becoming deafening once Abby did the same.

"God it's hard to breathe." You stripped yourself of the sweater, exposing your white tank top and warm skin to the air. Smiling at the cold brushing against your shoulders. "It's so fucking humid. Aren't you hot?"

"Will you shut it?" "Will you quit being an asshole?"

You looked over at her, leaning on the center console. Unintentionally giving her a perfect view of your chest resting in your bra.

"What's with you today? Last time I checked, it was your fault we were fighting." "Because you're a picky brat."

Abby started the truck, keeping her eyes on you the entire time.

"You don't like my personality?" You pouted, the rain suddenly picking up again outside. "Not today."

The truck began moving as Abby left the apartments. Seeing you slump back in your seat from the corner of her eye. Picking up your discarded entertainment and flipping the page.

"You should've listened to me back there," You let a puff of air pass your nose, laughter, as she continued, "you wouldn't have gotten hurt." "Well my bad, captain. Didn't know you were in charge of me."

"Stop talking to me like that." "Like what?"

The truck than came to a complete stop, nothing but trees around you both that could be seen outside the windows.

"What are you doing?" She turned the key, but didn't take it out of the engine. "Don't talk to me like you're in charge."

You laughed, but something changed when you seen her face. Dead serious, staring into your skull while you sat in disbelief.

"Who said I'm not-" "Me. Get in the backseat." You swallowed, smile slowly falling. "Wh-" "Did you hear me?"

With a short breath outwards you turned to climb into the overly roomy back seat, the one you'd slept in during the first two hours of the way here.

And now look at you.

Something out there was laughing at your predicament, and it was probably Abby.

"What if Scars run out of the woods and kill us?" "Let me worry about that." Abby knew it, not even the Scars came this far, but you didn't know that, and it didn't seem like you cared.

Your back hit the door as Abby climbed over you, her body shadowing your own. Your chest went tight, staring into her predatory eyes that seemed to have completely shifted from those you remembered earlier.

Not that you'd been watching.

Abby then leaned forward, catching your lips in a rough kiss that pushed your head against the window. The cold making contact with your scalp and then the back of your neck making you shudder.

You could taste her nearly gone Chapstick, plain, one you'd given her due to the cold sweeping in to take over the Seattle summer weather.

You wondered for a split second if she used it often, but then her hands slipped to your waist where your shirt had ridden up. And you'd completely forgotten everything you were thinking before. Just like that.

"You don't listen, do you?" You shook your head with a smile earning yourself a sharp grip to your thigh. "Use your words." "I don't." Abby then went to kiss you again but stopped.

She grinned like a maniac, though, when you moved to try and kiss her only for her to back away. An idea then popping into her mind while she moved to sit again the other door, right across from you.

You got the hint, sitting up on your knees, reaching down to take your tank top off, tossing it towards the front seats. Then, reaching behind you, you unclasped your bra.

Her gaze fell to your tits as you removed the garment and set it aside. Fingers slipping down to your jeans button, looking down for a second.

"I'm up here." Your head shot up, "Sorry." You mumbled, sliding them off of your legs, landing right back on your butt.

"C'mere." Abby motioned, allowing you to crawl into her lap, clad in only your panties. Her warm hands cupping your cold hips, slowly trailing upwards while her eyes raked over your body.

"Abby.." She hushed you, feelings your much smaller grip on her shoulders, keeping you up.

"Please.." You mumbled earning yourself a smack, a whimper of pain passing your lips. "Can't you be quiet? Forgot, you don't listen." You looked down seeing her fingers moving, getting another harsh spank.

"Eyes on me."

Her other hand moved down to push your panties aside, watching you struggle to sit still without squirming.

It was painful how much you wanted her, tight, holding you hips back from grinding towards her hand to stop the throbbing between your thighs.

You didn't even notice until she'd gotten so close to your heat, barely brushing over your slit. Slowly flexing her fingers upward to press against your clit.

Moving in slow, agonizing circles around and around. Your breath becoming labored and quick, Abby watching your chest move up and down.

"C'mere," She grabbed the back of your head, forcing you close enough for her to kiss you. Never quickening her pace on your cunt, instead to you it just felt like she was moving slower.

"You taste good, for being so stupid." She pulled just the slightest back, lips grazing against your own as she breathed. "You're so pretty when you're quiet. Where'd the dumb remarks go?"

You didn't answer, a finger slipping into your aching hole as a response.

"Good girl." It was like a song sung into the air that moved through you and right down to your belly. Feeling the words in your bottom half as a rushing heat passed over your face.

"But if you ever do anything like that again, it won't be anything out there that you'll have to deal with," she breathed, "Understand?"

You nodded before spitting out a strangled 'yes', silently pleading for her to move the single digit that rested in your pussy. Your own hands gripping her forearm like it was your last lifeline.

"I have to make sure now, don't I?" Her arm wrapped around your waist, pushing you to lay down on the backseat. "Bet Leah didn't expect this when she told us to make up."

Abby leaned down, sinking another finger in making you let out a choked noise. Spreading your legs further for her, her palm forcing your thigh against the back of the seat.

"Oh- oh fuck Abby!" Your head lolled to the side, watching her hand move in and out of your cunt. Her other than pressing down on your lower stomach, smiling when you gasped.

"Oh-" Was the only thing you could muster up as a response, feelings her fingertips running along your walls. "Please.." She moved closer to your face, curling her fingers as she moved closer.

"What?" Just as your stomach began to coil, you felt empty, whining at the loss of her hand when it appeared at your face. "Open up."

Your jaw went slack, taking her two fingers nearly right down your throat making you choke. Tongue welcoming her into your space.

"There you go." Abby chuckled quietly, her other hand moving down your bare hip. Your head felt stuffy, the entire car hot making it hard to breathe. Especially once she slid from your mouth, backing up to spread your legs again.

She dipped down, kissing your clit and making the rest of your body jump in surprise. Her hands grabbing and kneading at the skin of your thighs without a care in the world, like it belonged to her.

Like you belonged to her.

You could already see the bruises in your mind that you'd have from her harsh grabs. But the thought slipped away when she took a long lick up your slit, a much louder moan tumbling from your vocal cords.

"Oh my God-" And now you were sat to wonder why you hadn't thought of this sooner. You were certain she had, only coming to the final decision that this whole thing was premeditated when you met her hungry eyes looking up at you.

She was starved, like she'd been waiting with a meal in front of her for hours and wasn't allowed to eat.

You could feel her just barely touching your hole, sucking on your clit while her other hand ran along your inner thigh right beside your cunt.

"Abby..." Your fingers threaded through her blonde hair, pulling short pieces from her braid. "Feels s'good.."

Abby's eyes then glided to your tits, watching them rise and fall with each heavy breath. Your stomach flexing every time her tongue kitten licked your ball of nerves.

You could feel yourself coming close to the edge, so close, grinding your hips towards her face to find your release. But she pulled back, grinning at your impatience before her touch on your pussy was gone.

"Please, m'sorry.. more.." "What do you want?" One of your hands moved to her own that rested on your panty line, scratching at her fingers when she sucked harshly. Just to get a rise out of you.

"Fingers.. please Abby.."

"Since you asked so nicely. Turn onto your stomach." Your breath hitched as you did, her middle one slipped in just as soon as your body stilled. Instinctively clenching your cunt around her hand as if to keep her there. "Geez Y/n. Tight." You whimpered, her one digit moving in and out at an agonizing pace.

"You still like the med guy?" You shook your head with a gasp once she added another finger, her free hand moving from yours to slap your ass. "I bet you do, huh? Cause you just can't seem to shut up about him."

"I don't like him.." You pouted, lip quivering as you began to react to her words. "Don't be a liar too now." "M'not!" You whined defensively, another stinging smack to your behind making you let out a cry.

"Don't yell at me, say sorry." "M'sorry." You bit onto your forearm when she began going faster, running along your favorite spots. Sounds you didn't even know you can make spilling from your throat as she went as deep as she could possibly reach.

Curling inside you while watching with a smile.

"I'm sure you are." You began to get close once more, feeling the slow burning build up flood your lower belly, closing your eyes and hoping that you would be allowed to let go.

"But I don't know if you're sorry enough." She slowed once more, seeing your jaw clench from the throbbing need for her. "I am, I promise.." "Mmm, I don't know."

You sat up slightly, face sore from being squished into the seat, wanting so badly to feel her hands once again.

"I am, I swear, and I won't rush ahead anymore. I promise." You begged, pleaded, all while keeping your voice quiet to avoid another spank on your ass. "I won't do it ever again."

Her fingers began to move once more, the tips pressing against your walls. Going so slow, teasingly, never going faster.

"Abby... please, I'll be good I promise."

She knew you were lying, it's why she built it up once more. Maybe not in the moment, but you'd be your reckless self again at some point.

You were coming close, having already been before, her adding to the amount of fingers fucking you didn't help either. Three fingers moving at an ever lasting pace.

"Ah-" You said so quietly, quiet enough that it could be forgotten as a whisper, backing up just barely so that her knuckles brushed your ass.

"Don't get greedy, you said you were gonna be good." You hummed a whine, quietly apologizing to her while muttering her name.

"I'm..." You whimpered, feeling your stomach getting tight, every fiber or your body going tense and strained. Wanting so bad to let go, but you knew you'd be in trouble if you did.

"Abby... please.." Her fingers pulled back, her other hand caressing your ass cheek while she 'thought' to herself. "Flip over."

You complied, getting right onto your back once again, Abby leaning over your body to kiss you once more. Brushing against your lips while she pulled back to kiss your cheek.

"You're not gonna act like that again, not with me, understand?" You nodded adamantly, up and down quicker than she'd ever seen. "Yes, I understand. Please, please make me cum. I'll be good."

Abby slipped back in, leaning down to kiss your clit making your body jump. Fingers scissoring you open once more.

"Oh-" "Good girl. Spread your legs open wider, there you go." You did as she asked, leg pushed against the back seat while she finger fucked you. Tears welling up in your eyes from the sudden pleasure, from how fast she started to go, from the overwhelming feeling that flooded your entire lower half.

"Oh fuck- oh fuck- I can't!" Abby smiled, sucking on your clit just before she sat up, smashing her mouth onto yours in an intoxicating kiss.

Your mind then went blank, fuzzy and full of cotton. You felt your stomach snap before you prepared yourself for it, screaming against Abby's lips. Legs shaking and your body squeezing around her fingers.

You felt tingly, like you were floating for a moment in time. Like nothing existed at all, and never would.

"I-" You whispered. "There you go." Abby kissed the side of your head as you came, chest heaving with a mix of sweat and tears that had rolled down from your face.

"Oh fuck-" Your head fell to the side, looking at the front of the truck towards the windshield. "Abby.." You looked at her again, throat scratching and voice nearly silent.

"You did so good." She grabbed something from the center console of the truck, hurrying to clean you up as Abby realized how late it had began to get.

"I'm sorry." Your breathing was uneven, your mind fried from falling so far into your own world. Your emotions running wild while Abby held you up, helping you put your underwear back on.

"M'sorry for fucking up." "It's okay," She kissed your neck, "you gotta listen better." Her hand ran over your forehead while she reached to grab your discarded shirt, Abby's sight then focusing on the window, the rain coming down even harder than it had been.

"Ready to go?" She then asked, watching you shrug, your eyes becoming half-lidded and exhausted. "Just one more minute. M'tired." "I know, we don't have to go to med when we get back."

You hummed, still staring at the glass pane.

"Okay. You'll take care of me?" Your voice was soft, like you hadn't met her before. Shy, and quiet, no one would ever know you two had been arguing.

"Yeah." "Okay, m'sorry again." "It's over. Now sit up, you staying back here?" You shook your head, wiping stray years from your face that Abby missed. "No I wanna be up there with you."

"Be careful." "I got it, Abby." "Yeah, I'm sure you do."

#abby anderson smut #abby anderson x reader #abby the last of us #abby anderson imagine #abby x reader #abby anderson tlou2 #abby anderson x female reader #abby anderson x you #tlou 2 #tlou #the last of us #the last of us part 2

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minniiaa · 7 months ago

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Hello,

some lawlu brainrot from another anon.

Before Flevance fell, Law masturbated to Nika at least once.

This one was drink-spit-worthy but yes, I agree. I have always supported the idea that in Wano, Law is a 'man who stopped believing god who sees god for the first time'. There's even a post somewhere in the depths with that exact verbiage. So, here you go, a little headcanon about Law, a man who stopped believing in his god Nika, meeting his ex-god and how I think it would play out. Best be assured I am RUNNING to make this a full blown oneshot.

Like any good religious boy, Law sometimes got horny over the iconography of his god. He couldn't help it, Nika was hot with his flowing white hair, red eyes, and incredibly hot body. A perfect specimen, as a god should be. Sometimes Law even touched himself to the thought of Nika, he couldn't help his lusty preteen behavior though he was incredibly ashamed of it as an adult.

Imagine his shock when he sees the beautiful god he had spent his childhood worshipping bursting through the ceiling in the form of his alliance partner whom he had saved and who had saved him in return.

It seems Luffy doesn't understand who or what Nika is, simply calling it Gear 5 and a new power of his. However, the moment Law saw him on that rooftop, he knew exactly who Luffy had become. From the statutes of his church to the altars in the homes of his family and friends, Law has seen that face. Nika. Luffy is Nika.

Later, after Luffy realizes he is Nika and what that means, Law feels guilty knowing he had been attracted to Nika in a sexual way. He's always been secretly attracted to Luffy too, but that's a deep dark secret he intended to take to the grave. He confesses his sins like the religious man he is, apologizing to Luffy for seeing him in that way and promising to follow him and treat him with the respect he deserves.

Luffy's confused, he doesn't even know what a Nika is. He's not a god he's just Luffy. He doesn't want to be treated with that kind of respect and he's always felt the same way about Law but he didn't realize what it meant until he saw Law for the first time after he connected with his new form which apparently was called Nika. When he laid eyes on Law after he woke up from his sleep in Wano and found Law, he was almost glowing. He was so pretty with his wary and always on-guard golden eyes, his perfect jawline, fluffy hair, and amazing muscled body that looked like art with all those black lines of his tattoos. Luffy realized then he liked Law as MORE than just a friend and that he should have noticed this long ago.

Luffy tells Law he doesn't want to be worshipped by anyone and that Law is his equal but if he really wants to get on his knees for him he'd be more than happy to let Law pray to him in other ways. Law almost passes out, he's never heard Luffy talk like this but damn is it hot.

Luffy activates gear 5 and is floating in front of him with his legs spread and a seductive smile on his face and Law can't help but do exactly what he said, dropping to his knees in awe that the sheer radiance of the god he once worshipped who was now right here in front of him, offering himself up like a buffet.

Though Law stopped believing in Nika after the world beat him down over and over, he can't deny his existence now that he sees him with his own eyes. So, like any religious person, he is greedy for his god's love and he decides to takes full advantage of this blessed opportunity he has been given.

He finds that his god is very good at pleasing his servants (Law acknowledged the 'we're equals' part but he hasn't quite accepted it yet, he's still in shock). However, once they're done and he's almost passed out from how amazingly demanding and insane the sex wa, Nika turns back into Luffy once again.

In that moment Law realizes it's not Nika but Luffy in Gear 5 who gives Law the most mind-breaking, unfathomable, borderline impossible sex of his life with Nika's powers that he has inherited. It's not Nika who he wanted to praise and show his love for, it was Luffy. He doesn't need a god to save him, he already has one who has performed miracles over and over, saving him from dying at the hands of Doflamingo.

Law concludes that Luffy isn't Nika, he's still the same Luffy he's always known only now he has the power of the god and that's totally fine with him. He didn't need Nika's love before and he doesn't need it now. All he needs is Luffy's affection and damn does he get it because, like any god-but-not-god, Luffy is very good to his favorites. Luffy is upset with himself for not realizing this before and vows to take full advantage of his time with Law from now on.

I will recycle this image that I used in my previous Law seeing G5 Luffy/Nika for the first time because it is that good and fits perfectly here:

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gilmore-angel · 11 months ago

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you belong with me || steve harrington x reader

swiftmas ♱ second fic for my swiftmas!!! important note is that I'm not following the shows canon, so that's why the timeliness is off. I hope you enjoy this fic. im not the biggest fan of how it turned out, but i still am okay with it lol! if you'd like to see the December 1st fic you can click the first link below!! also SO SORRY this is late!!

summary ♱ you love Steve, but he must be stupid if he doesn't realize you two are meant to be together.

warnings/contains ♱ bit of jealousy, friends to lovers, breakup.

swiftmas ♱ navigation ♱ follow my library account @baysfics !!

it was a tuesday night, you sat in your room on your bed, listening to AC/DC. your pajamas were loose and comfortable as you wrote in your diary.

you suddenly hear a tap, tap, tap coming from your window. you furrow your brows, standing up to investigate. any vit of panic settles down when you see it's just your best friend, steve. but as soo. as panic left you worry took its place. why did steve come here so late while it was snowing?!

he gives a bashful smile as he continues to knock on your cold window. he was thankfully wearing a big jacket, covered with melting snow. you quickly rush over and open the window. he ungracfully climbs through and lands on your floor, getting everything around him wet in the process.

you scoff, shaking your head. "are you insane? like actually? what are you doing here so late?" you grab a random dirty tee you had laying on your floor to wipe some of the water now on your windowsill and floor.

he closes the window and takes off his wet coat. he sighs, tossing it on the ground and flopping onto your bed. "just felt like it."

you sigh, shaking your head. you toss the shirt next to his jacket and sit next to him. you can't help but feel your cheeks warm at his appearance. he's all messy hair, flushed cheeks and pretty smiles. you hate your heart for fluttering.

"I thought you were spending the night with nancy?" you liked nancy, you really did. but she didn't come off as the right girl for steve. he needed someone who fully understood him. his personality, his story, his everything. someone like you.

his smile wavers at the mention of his girlfriend. he shrugs, letting out a forced chuckle. "yea well, I pissed her off again so that didn't happen."

you furrow your brows. it seems like she's always upset with him. "what did you do now?"

he adverts his eyes down, shrugging. "you tell me... but it's fine. we'll move past it, we always do."

"a relationship shouldn't feel like a constant battle, you know." you hate seeing how stressed steve had become. their relationship clearly wasn't working.

"yea, whatever. can i sleep here tonight?" he huffs out a bit of air, his voice low. he looks back at you, effortlessly giving the best puppy dog eyes.

you nod, tossing your diary on your bedside table and pulling back the covers. he wordlessly climbs in, laying his head comfortably against your pillow. you lay down next to him, keeping a good distance still. you turn off your lamp, the room devoid of any light except from the moon.

steve closes his eyes, squirming around until he was comfortable. you turn your head to stare at him. his pouty lips, his long eye lashes, his perfect nose. you can hear his soft breath and feel his warmth. you can't help thinking this is how ought to be. always.

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you and steve arrive at school together, but he soon gets swept away by nancy, who had apparently needed only one night to once again forgive him. she looked pretty and put together as always. her white button up, her red short skirt, her white stocking and heeled mary janes. seeing her made you notice your lackluster outfit. a tee shirt, jeans and sneakers.

you barely saw steve until it was time to leave, since he was your ride. you got to his car before him, so you leaned against it waiting for him. finally you saw him walking up to the car, a almost confused expression on his face. he doesn't look at you as he gets in the car and turns it on. you get into the passenger seat. you place your hand on his shoulder.

"hey, are you feeling okay?" you furrow your brows. he stares at the wheel, nodding absent-mindedly.

"me and nancy broke up." your eyes widened, looking down.

"shit, I'm sorry... are you okay?" he nods again, turning to look at you. you were surprised at the lack of sadness in his eyes, only seeing realization.

"she never liked my jokes, or my music, or my anything... but you do." you notice him getting closer. your heart rate picks up, feeling your cheeks heat up.

"steve..." he finally makes the big move, pressing his soft lips against yours. you gasp softly but respond by kissing him back, gently cupping his cheeks.

you didn't know what this would mean for your relationship long term, but you hoped he finally understands he belongs with you.

#swiftmas (fayes version)#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x y/n fluff #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington fanfic #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #bay writes🌻

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deliciousangelfestival · 5 months ago

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My Problematic Girl - 11

Character: College!Steve Rogers x Rich!Female Reader

Summary: Steve has lived being nobody in this prestigious university. He just wants to graduate and get a job to get more money to pay the bills for his mother's surgery. But his life turned upside down when a new student attended his class. His quiet and dull life became dangerous and full of surprises.

My Problematic Girl - Series Masterlist

Main Masterlist || support: Ko-fi

Thank you to anyone who gave a like, reblog, and left a comment. It motivated me to write more.

The following day, Steve woke up early, as usual. After getting ready, he went to prepare the medicine for his mother.

Once everything was set, he headed to his benefactor’s apartment, a woman he admired and resented. Seeing her struggle with nightmares recently had stirred a sense of pity in him.

He knocked on her apartment door. "Knock, knock!"

“Come in,” her voice called from inside.

He entered and saw her being attended to by a makeup artist and hairstylist.

“Great, you’re here,” she said, glancing at him through the mirror.

“Do you have an event to attend?” Steve asked, noticing the formal preparations. He knew she liked parties, but this seemed different.

“We’re going to the Solomon banquet,” she informed him, her eyes returning to her reflection.

“We?” Steve repeated, a hint of surprise in his voice.

She pointed towards the couch where a suit was hanging. “That’s your outfit.”

Steve sighed. “Why are you including me in this?”

“They want to meet the artist who received half a million dollars in less than a month. I’m sure you’ll find potential buyers at this event,” she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

With another sigh, Steve unzipped the garment bag. Inside was a designer suit and bowtie. He changed into it, feeling the quality of the fabric as it fit him perfectly.

“Does it fit you? If not, I’ll order another suit,” she said from across the room, glancing over her shoulder.

“It fits,” Steve replied, not wanting to burden her with unnecessary expenses, knowing how expensive the suit already was.

“Good. Next, I want you to remember some important names,” she said, turning back to the mirror as the makeup artist continued their work.

“Huh?” Steve didn't understand what she meant until he saw the binder handed to him by her stylist. Opening it, he saw photos with names and job positions. His eyes widened—these were all the guests attending the Solomon banquet.

Flipping through the pages, he exclaimed, “Are you insane? This is a lot! And you’re just giving it to me now?”

“It’s not difficult,” she replied nonchalantly.

Steve rolled his eyes, knowing it was futile to argue with her.

“You can’t be clueless about the people you’ll meet there. None of them will be wearing ID badges,” she said.

“Yeah, yeah,” he muttered, trying to memorize the guest information.

“You have two hours,” she added.

“Fuck you,” Steve muttered under his breath.

“I heard that,” she said, her tone amused.

Steve approached her and saw her wearing a black dress with long sleeves, which he knew was to cover the scars and tattoos on her arms. The simplicity of the dress was contrasted by the elegant diamond necklace shaped like a snake.

“By the way, you’re not afraid of heights, are you?” she asked.

“No,” Steve replied. “Why do you ask?”

He should have known better. Soon, he felt a cold sweat forming and his fists clenching as he realized what was happening. He closed his eyes tightly.

“You said you weren’t scared of heights,” her voice came through the headphones.

“I did. This is my first time flying in a helicopter,” Steve admitted, still keeping his eyes shut. She hadn't mentioned they would be traveling by helicopter.

He heard her laughing while he desperately hoped the helicopter would land soon.

🚁🚁🚁🚁

Steve's heart finally started beating normally again after the helicopter landed at the Solomon residence. The mansion was the largest he had ever seen, an architectural marvel that spoke of old money and long-standing power. The pristine gardens, the sprawling estate, and the impressive line of luxury vehicles and helicopters signaled the status of its guests.

This was the first elite party he had ever attended, and the grandeur of it all left him momentarily speechless.

“Close your mouth, Steve,” Y/N said, a hint of amusement in her voice.

Steve did as instructed, feeling like a child amazed by Christmas lights. The interior of the mansion was even more opulent, with chandeliers hanging from the high ceilings, priceless art adorning the walls, and finely dressed attendees mingling with an air of practiced elegance. He couldn’t help but notice the curious and scrutinizing gazes of many guests directed at Y/N and himself.

“They’re looking at you,” Steve whispered, feeling a bit self-conscious.

“The stray daughter comes home,” she replied, her tone laced with sarcasm.

They continued walking until they saw Maximus Solomon, the family patriarch, seated in his wheelchair. Though physically frail, his eyes were sharp and commanding. Beside him stood his daughter, Sophia, a middle-aged woman with an air of affluence and authority, and her daughter, Sarah.

Sophia, dressed in an elegant evening gown adorned with sparkling jewelry, greeted guests with a practiced smile. When she spotted Y/N, she whispered something to her daughter before excusing herself and walking toward them.

Sophia opened her arms in a welcoming gesture. “Y/N, I’m so glad you could be here.”

Y/N put on a fake smile. “Me too. I want to slit your throat.”

“Ohohoho, funny as always,” Sophia responded with a laugh that didn’t reach her eyes. “Your grandpa is waiting for you. You should go see him. I’ll accompany your friend.”

Steve felt a bit abandoned as Y/N walked away, but he squared his shoulders and tried to maintain his composure.

Sophia turned to him with a polite smile, breaking the ice. “I finally get to meet the artist who has been the hottest topic.”

“Thank you. It’s an honor to have someone like you know me,” Steve replied, trying to keep his nerves in check.

Sophia chuckled, her gaze appraising. “Polite young man. As you know, I have a gallery too. I could give you an offer that’s better than Y/N’s.”

Steve felt a mix of surprise and unease. He wasn’t used to such direct propositions, especially from someone as influential as Sophia. “I appreciate the offer, Mrs. Solomon. Y/N has been very supportive of my work.”

“Of course,” Sophia said smoothly, her eyes never leaving his. “But opportunities like this don’t come around often. Think about it, Steve. You have potential, and I can help you reach heights you’ve never imagined.”

Steve nodded, trying to mask his discomfort with a polite smile. “I’ll definitely consider it.”

Sophia’s smile widened, satisfied with his response. “Good. Now, let’s enjoy the evening, shall we? There are many people here who would love to meet you.”

As they moved through the grand halls, Steve couldn’t shake the feeling of being a small fish in a large, wealthy pond.

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a-aexotic · 2 years ago

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half & half. part 005. previous

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Last night was a complete haze for you, you couldn't even process it because you had to get up to work. Work was going like usual, customer after customer.

You were pretty much a like zombie trying to get through work. You hadn't even drank a single cup of coffee and you felt like you were there. You couldn't even think straight because of your head pounding.

You didn't get much sleep last night; there was too much going on in your head. JJ, Rafe, Sarah, the Pogues, your job, college. Your mind was on a loop until the early morning. Summer was supposed to be relaxing and right now, it felt like anything but relaxing.

When you were finally done at the country club at 4:30 pm, you glad took your leave and started driving home. These past few nights have been insanely eventful and you just wanted some time alone.

You came home, ate, showered (and shaved), lathered your skin up in your favorite lotion and topped it all off with a cute pink night set you got. You went into bed and sighed at the warm feeling, turning on your TV and turned on your LEDs.

You turned on your comfort show and watched for about five minutes before, almost comically, someone knocked on your window.

You wanted to face palm yourself. You almost thought you misheard it until you heard it again. Of course the universe wouldn't let you have on peaceful night.

You put on your slippers and went to the window. You weren't completely surprised to see JJ standing there, an apologetic look on his face.

You opened the window to let him in and you stood there, arms crossed as he closed the window after him. You both stood there in silence for a few seconds before he spoke up.

"I wanted come here and say I'm sorry." JJ finally spoke up, his voice barely above a whisper. "I said things I shouldn't have and I know I hurt you, but I am sorry. It won't happen again." He looked like a hurt puppy, looking up at you.

"It's fine."

"No, it's not. When Pope said you were going to apologize-"

"Wait, what?"

He stopped and thought for a second, "Shit. Uh..."

"I'll deal with Pope another time." You felt like an overworked mother with four annoying little brats you had to deal with. "Continue."

"I'm sorry, Y/N. I just say stupid shit when I'm angry."

"Yeah you do." She said flatly, as JJ pursed his lips tightly. You let out a sigh, "do you really think I nag you?"

JJ looked a deer caught in headlights before shaking his head slowly.

"Be honest, JJ."

"Sometimes. I mean you act more like my mother than my sister sometimes and yeah, it does get a little annoying..."

You wanted to get angry but you couldn't. This is healthy communication, you kept repeating in your head.

JJ noticed your silence, "I still love you though. I know you mean well."

Your lips moved upwards slightly into a small smile. "I love you, too."

JJ smiled at you, realizing he had finally gotten on your good side once again.

You opened your arms for a hug and he gladly walked up to you, embracing you tightly. He basked in your warmth and your familiar perfume; you hadn't changed your signature smell since freshman year.

"I don't know what I'm going to do with you, Y/N/N. How am I going to survive?"

"I'll still be with you in spirit, JJ." You guys separated. "And you can always call or Facetime, I'm not dead."

He laughed. "Yeah, but it's still not going to be the same."

You shook your head, "Let's not think about this now, okay?"

He nodded slightly, a smile still evident on his tanned face.

"You wanna watch a movie?"

Rafe had been in his room all day trying to figure what his feelings meant. He has never been so conflicted in his entire life, especially over feelings towards a girl.

Well, he wouldn't call you just a girl. If someone asked him a month ago how he felt about you, that about sums it up. You were just a girl to him but that all changed the night you had found him on that beach.

No one has ever done anything so selfless for him. You could've left him there on the beach and he wouldn't have even remembered it. But you went out of your way to help him. Not only help him, but actually take care of him.

The day after you had saved him, he woke up and he just looked at you for a few minutes, trying to process how everything that had happened. He'd only just remember the last few hours of the night, the rest was a blur.

The only thing that stuck out to him was his newfound feelings. When he looked at you, his heart felt like it was going to jump out of his body in the best way imaginable as he remembered the night before.

He never looked at you the same after that day. You weren't just a girl; you weren't just one of Sarah's friends anymore, you were more than that now. And that scared Rafe.

He'd never felt that way about anyone in a while. He was sure that he'd never felt this way ever because of how foreign it felt.

When he saw you downtown that night when that man was bothering you, it was like a instinct to go and help you. He had to make sure nothing happened to you now, because you were his savior. It wasn't even about owing it to you, it was just what felt most natural to him.

He had never been more confused. Did he like you? And if he did, how would he be able to show it without coming off weird? His mind raced, what was he going to do about you?

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undying-love · 8 months ago

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Hi, I'm a fan of you, your posts here and how and what you write about McLennon. I'd like to know when you became a fan of the Beatles and how did you end up here. How and when did you become a shipper/truther. I am too, sh't I'm deep in. And ofcourse it'd be interesting to know your views on this messed up ship. I especially like that you, like me, see that it wasn't one sided. I'm totally crazy about them, The Beatles, solo/post Beatle and Well, I truly love all four of them, but because I'm really a Ringo fan girl, I adore him to this day, he's so handsome still and lovely, in his very Ringo way I understand why they ll got along with him so well but that's why I haven't noticed this I think, but now I'm obsessed and I can't unsee it even if I try. I'm still quite bit shy about it so that's why I write anonymously If you don't wanna answer I understand and it's ok. I'm still a fan!

Hello there <3! Thanks for your question! I actually became a Beatles fan back in 2022. After I got into their music, I also became obsessed with their history and began researching a lot about how the band started, how they developed, and how they ended. But the thing was that I never really understood their whole breaukup thing. I always felt like there had to be more to their story than they were telling us. I saw an interview where they asked Paul about this, and he replied, "We had to find women, which we all sort of did." And I was like, What the hell is he talking about? (He also seemed a bit uneasy when answering the question). Then I read that John got married a week after Paul did, and I found that very odd. Then I watched Get Back, and their chemistry onscreen was shocking. The way they would look at each other, the inside jokes, the flirting, and the, "it's like you and me are lovers" bit all made me think that there must have been something going on between these two. Then I read some excerpts from Philip Norman's book, John Lennon: The Life, which confirmed that John was indeed attracted to Paul, although it said that Paul did not reciprocate his feelings (he was supposedly an "inmmobable heterosexual"). So I thought that maybe the problem was that John wanted to have more than a friendship with Paul and that Paul rejected him. I held this view for quite some time, until I started reading a lot about Paul. The way he talks about John—as well as the way he always brings up him out of nowhere in interviews—made me realize that it's extremely unlikely that Paul didn't also have romantic feelings for John. I recently made a compilation of insane things Paul has said about John, and there is no way someone would say all of this unless they are in love. Besides, it's been more than 40 years since John's death, and Paul admitted that he still hasn't gotten over it. If this was a mere friendship, I don't think he would have been that emotionally attached to John throughout all these years. Also, if John had been in love with Paul all along, it's very unlikely that he would have waited in 1967 to make a move.

Finally, by total chance, I became acquainted with someone who has recently been in contact with a few people who were once close to the Beatles, and they all have said that they knew there was something going on between John and Paul based on many things they had seen. And the things they said all matched up perfectly with things I have read from other sources. So that pretty much confirmed it for me. However, I still don't know for sure why John and Paul broke up, but I have my theories. It's possible that John wanted something more open and serious, and Paul, who is very conscious of their public image, didn't want that. When John said, "It's a plus that your best friend can also hold you without…" and then he didn't complete the sentence, maybe he meant that it's good that his best friend and him could hold hands without the world creating a whole drama over it. Paul was always very worried about what the public might think, so that definitely caused tensions between him and John, who was much more bold. Paul wasn't ready for that. Also, Paul wanted a normal family life, which is something John said during an interview when he was asked about the differences between him and Paul that caused their relationship to sour. He said, “Paul always wanted a family life. Linda knows this and has given it to him. The complete family life”. This is an odd answer because why would Paul wanting a "complete family life" damage their relationship? It would only make sense because, obviously, with John, he couldn't have a traditional family life. All this is speculation, but it's what I have in mind so far, based on all the information I have compiled.

I apologize that this got too long, but I wanted to to give you a thorough answer. Thanks again for your question. I'm glad you are a fan of my posts. It means a lot to me <3

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donnerpartyofone · 4 months ago

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The little pink brain surrounded by stars and flowers at the end of my computer search bar tells me that it is World Brain Health Day, which is insane but maybe that's appropriate. This was a great year to get my ADHD diagnosis and prescription considering the Very Complicated Things that are happening (mostly fine, just A LOT). I have also become aware that the dose of medical meth that I'm on is helping to manage my severe chronic depression, which is pretty awesome since I have tried what feels like "everything" and nothing really works without some gruesome side effect. The main side effect in this case turns up because I'm working a (roughly) 4 days on, 3 days off schedule as recommended by my doctor to avoid building up a tolerance, and I have begun to notice that on the 2nd-or-so day off I have a bit of a snap-back effect that plunges me into a pit of infinite darkness. It helps to remember that when unmedicated I am OFTEN plunging into a pit of infinite darkness, so this is essentially normal. The most positive version of being unmedicated is that I'm at least "pretty depressed" most of the time, and probably not getting as much done, just schlorping around in a general malaise. Just the getting things done is good for my self-esteem anyway. Work helps too, oddly; when I am completely consumed by a big urgent project, it is hard to find the time and energy to fantasize about being dead. Of course obsessive work causes other kinds of wear and tear, but their negativity is less immediately obvious.

Today I am doing the Extremely Complicated training process to write for this pop culture website you have probably heard of. When I was picked to do this I thought, "This is probably too much work for not enough money," and now I'm realizing that it is actually WAY too much work for not NEARLY enough money. But it's good for someone like me while I still don't have a real job, so I'm coping with this ordeal of doing the online training, thinking I'm done, doing my first assignment, realizing there was way more of the online training but I just didn't click the right button or something, revising my assignment, submitting it, realizing there's still MORE stuff I should have fixed and racing through the assignment making little changes and clicking Save after every single one of them never knowing when somebody's is going to start evaluating it, and just praying for death the best. Then at the same time I heard back from an event organizer who totally refused to communicate with me for the last two months so I just cancelled on them like two weeks ago, and now they're telling me they're so sorry and can we please do the event, and I have to have an annoying back-and-forth with the tricky third party this is dependent on, and do all this other stuff I'm suddenly too tired to describe. And THEN AT THE SAME TIME AS THAT I got invited to write more writing for the super awesome company that sometimes publishes me, also for not enough money on the hour but they're apologetic about that and the writing matters to me (and so does the company). And this is all great but my stomach has turned into a rock and my back muscles are fossilizing and I'm in breathe-on-purpose mode and I'm regretting how much coffee I drank and I wish I could calm down with a beer or even a joint or something, but the beer will actually increase my meth uptake and the joint will add to my anxiety in this state, and so I just have to grind my teeth through this until the day is done. I wish I could play for you guys the earsplitting power tool sound from right next door that has been echoing through the neighborhood since 8 o'clock this morning, just as like the OST to this whole experience, but you'll just have to imagine it! I also meant to apply for Real Jobs today, but now it seems clear that that's not going to happen until tomorrow. The End...FOR NOW.

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kuro-ousama · 7 months ago

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Do you think Prideshipping is one sided or does atem feel that way about Kaiba ?

Ah I'm so sorry I haven't opened my tumblr until now (I kinda had an artist alley event couple weeks back). It'll be a little bit of a long post so I hope you won't kill me :'D

So, for your question, I would say it's mutual attraction, Atem does have feelings for Kaiba, but it's kinda complicated, and it's a build-up of various events that lead to that. Most shippers already know how their relationship gotten at Duelist Kingdom and onwards, so instead I'm going to break down "season 0" manga angle, where it began... for a change of pace.

Okay, from the top, let's start with Kaiba. He was your typical "bully of the week", it's not until after his first encounter with Atem that he became more obsessed. Kaiba was a champion, he was rich and powerful, he was unchallenged, he was undefeated. Kaiba was simply fuck around and find out, and he found out hard. That bruised his ego, that mentally scarred him, "who is this mf and how dare he".

On the other hand, Atem believed himself to be no more than a avenging alter ego, he was defending himself, he does not hold grudges, and he had no other purpose. Atem never had anything to call his own, and generally just being a hidden shadow.

As you already noticed, all of Atem's penalty game are not meant to kill, just scared the bullies enough for them to learn a lesson and not mess with him anymore. Kaiba is the only one who got it twice. So why, and what makes his situation different from other bullies?

Monster illusions was both damaging and inspiring for Kaiba, the whole Solid Visions idea was because of Atem's punishment. At this point, he already obsessed about Atem... even if that's an obsession for revenge. I have to give points to Horse Man, he knows Atem is not Yugi, before even Atem himself realized it, that's just crazy level of observations, and building a whole amusement park (of doom) just to get Atem's attention (by attempt to murder his friends)? If you minus the murdering parts it's kinda insane how driven and committed Kaiba was...

(Insert a very long explanation of Kaiba's backstory and Gonzaburo's very successful ideology implanted that should be in another post)

Back to Atem, Maple Boy saw that his previous penalty game obviously didn't fix Kaiba, nor warned him to stay away from him. His grandpa was hospitalized from a replica of his own penalty game, Kaiba's own blood brother didn't get spared either and would've suffer the same fate. It's not supposed to go like this, but it happened. After he saved Mokuba from the glass box of horror, a regular penalty game just wouldn't do, it failed.

That's why Atem had a different approach this time. Mind Crush is not a "penalty", in a sense, it let Kaiba rebuilding his heart, clear the brainwash of Gonzaburo, recover feelings that he lost, maybe even mend his sibling relationship with his brother. Other bullies gets off because they never dared to approach Atem again, he doesn't care about them anymore, but Atem cared enough about Kaiba that he wished him to be a better person. I take it that at this point, Atem was less angry and think more of "I can fix him".

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Duelist Kingdom is at least six months away and even then Atem was defending the comatosed Kaiba's honor, while Jounouchi and co. shivered every time he was mentioned. It's funny when the friend group only remembered Kaiba as a homicidal maniac but Atem was all rose-tinted over him and gets angry when people badmouthed him... "The greatest duelist I've ever met" well of course sweetie, you only met one before getting on Pegasus's island 🤣 (Jou doesn't count 'cuz he's only picking up the game a week before)

...So in a verrrry twisted version of this trope... Atem developed a kind of "Nightingale effect" for Kaiba? But replace "nursing the patient" with "mindbreak the patient so he can be heal", and said patient was already a yandere for said nurse.

#yugioh #yami yugi #kaiba seto #atem #prideshipping #hello ma'am would you like to know more about our LORD and SAVIOUR Prideshipping?#I hope you're ok 'cuz I have some if not a lot of different interpretations compare to other shippers

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I'm here for you..

Starring: dead!Eddie x dying!Reader

Warnings: dead Eddie 'haunting' reader. Telling reader she's dying. Reader dying. Crying. Breakdowns. Reader quits her job. Basically a blob of angst.

Ever since Eddie died, you had seen him. You've seen and heard him everywhere. But you could somehow feel him. Fee him in your presence and speak to him as if he were alive. "I'm here for you.. you know that.." he said each time you broke down. Each time you felt down. After a while, it was like a hell. Like he was just there to haunt you or break your mind.

It was almost painful. How only you could see him, hear him, or feel him with you. "Stop it!" You yelled at him. It felt like you were losing your mind. "Why? It's the truth.. I'm here. You know me." Eddie said. He was always smiling and always there for you. But you couldn't shake him off. It was almost like he was just there to make sure you were going crazy. Every time you reached the point where you couldn't handle it anymore and would start to yell, cry and break down, he would show up and remind you that he's there for you. And it was the same every time.

"Stop following me! You're not real! Y-youre just.. y-youre dead, Eddie! A-and I loved you.." Once again, you were breaking down in your living room as n he kept talking and talking. He smiled and took your hand. The same way he used to when he was alive. "I was never more real than now... I'm here..." He said, looking into your eyes and smiling. "I know you loved me.. I know you still do.." he said softly while caressing your face.

"You're not real! You're not real.." you sobbed, trying to push him away. He kept caressing your face and rubbing your hair. "Do you remember this?" he asked softly. "It's me.. I'm here. You can keep pushing me away.. I will always come back. Because I love you.." He kissed your forehead. His words made you cry more. He was dead. You saw his dead corpse two weeks ago. Lost in the upside down. "You're dead.. you're not real.."

"I told you, I'm more real than I ever was. Because I'm here.. with you. Do you remember our first date? Do you remember how you laughed until your stomach hurt? How you leaned against me?" He rubbed your back.

You worked at a hospital an hour outside of Hawkins. You'd been working with a 10 year old boy, and he was about to go into surgery when you had to escort his mother out of the room. "You know.. miracles happen every day.. medical miracles happen every day.. and I'll be here for you-..." That's when you realized what Eddie had meant with that same sentence. You said that to the boy's mother because her son was sick. Was this what Eddie meant every time he said that to you?

It was. And as the mother started to leave, the boy was getting ready for the surgery with the doctors. Your mind was still spinning with thoughts of Eddie and what he had said to you. The whole time he was there.. you thought he was haunting you.. but he never left your side. And you never noticed. He was always right there. You quickly walked out of the building and started breaking down. As usual, Eddie was there.

He held you, caressed your hair and wiped away your tears. "I'm here.." he said, rubbing your back softly. The whole time, you weren't going through this alone. He was right there. Watching over you and taking care of you. And that was only one of the hundreds of times he showed up.. "I.. I figured it out.." you whispered through your tears. You were dying. And Eddie was just here to help you know it.

He kept holding you, comforting you. "It's ok... I'm here.." he said softly, wiping away your tears. You were dying. His presence now meant something different. You didn't feel like he's here to make you feel insane anymore. Now, you felt at peace. Because after almost losing each other, you were going to finally be with him again, in death. "W.. why didn't you just tell me..?" You asked. It made you angry, yes. But it also made you sad.

"Because I knew you wouldn't believe me..." he whispered. "And even if you did, I couldn't just tell you that you're about to die.. I couldn't give you that kind of worry or pain. I never meant to hurt you." He caressed your cheek softly. You didn't know if you should be mad at him or panic because you were dying. He took your hand and gently squeezed it. "I'm here.. everything will be ok... We're going to be together soon.. Don't be afraid.." he said softly. He looked into your eyes, trying to make them meet his.

"Doesn't it hurt..?" You asked. I mean, Eddie had who knows how many bats biting him and trying to eat him alive, so of course it was painful for him. But would it be painful for you? What were you even dying from? "It does.." he said softly. "And it will.. more than you could imagine.. But I know you're strong, darling.. You'll get through this... I'll be right there with you.. I'll hold your hand, and we'll walk through it together.. just like we used to, with everything.. That's what I've always done for you.." he said softly, caressing your hair and giving you the love and support that you needed.

"I.. what am I even dying from..?!" You were starting to panic. You were scared. "I can't tell you.." he whispered. His presence gave you strength, but you could feel the panic coursing through you. The thought of death filled you with fear and dread. He took your hand and kept looking in your eyes, trying to bring you comfort and peace. "Don't worry about that now.. I'm here with you.. Don't be afraid.. Don't be sad. I won't leave you." he said softly.

You sat down on the ground, not caring that it was raining quite a lot. He sat down next to you and put his arms around you, trying to take away some of the pain. "Don't think about the how.. the why's.. or the when's. Just focus on me. Just focus on my voice and my face.. everything is going to be okay.. I'm right here.." he whispered, looking into your eyes and rubbing your hair. "Tomorrow, while no one's down in the clinic, I'll run tests on myself.. figure it out.." it sounded more like you were telling yourself rather than telling him.

"Don't.." he said tightly, taking your hand and holding it. "Don't waste the time we have left going through tests... You're dying.. Nothing will change that. But if you're going to die, do you really want to spend your last minutes going through tests and trying to find out how? The important thing is that you're not dying alone." he said softly, squeezing your hand tightly. "L-last minutes..?" He wasn't really helping the situation.

"It doesn't matter how much time we have left.." he whispered, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. "It's more important that you feel loved. That you feel safe and that you don't have to go through the pain of dying alone." his voice was soft and gentle and his words were full of kindness and affection. While the situation was dire, he was trying to take away as much of the fear and dread as he could. "Y-youre already dead, I can go on and figure out what's wrong with me.." You were right, after all.

"I don't want you to spend your last minutes wasting your time on things that won't change a thing.." he whispered, squeezing your hand tightly. "Just focus on enjoying the time we have left together.. It doesn't matter what's wrong with you, because it's too late. Nothing can save you. Just focus on me.. focus on us." he said softly, trying to lift your head up and get you to look at him. If you were honest, his words scared you. Last minutes. Nothing could save you. It didn't make the situation better. He was dead, so when you died, the two of you would have all eternity to do stuff.

He kept trying to lift your head up. "I'm here, darling.. I'm not leaving your side.. Just focus on me.. Just focus on my voice and my face. Everything will be alright.. It's just two of us.. Like it always has been.." he whispered softly, looking into your eyes and trying to bring you comfort and peace while time slipped away. You looked at him, and it was clear you were scared. He looked back at you with his most comforting and reassuring look. He took your hand and squeezed it tightly. "It's gonna be ok.. You're not gonna go through this alone.. Don't be scared.. I'm here. We're together... And I will be right here.. till the last minute." he whispered softly, caressing your cheek and running his fingers through your hair.

"I-i still have 5 hours left of my shift.." you sighed, trying to calm down. "I know..." he whispered, taking you into his arms and pulling you close. "And those 5 hours are going to pass by quickly.. And it's gonna be the greatest 5 hours of my life.. because I get to spend them with you. And knowing it'll be the last 5 hours of this journey makes me cherish them even more. " he said softly, kissing your forehead and running his hands through your hair. "Eddie, you're already dead.." you sighed, closing your eyes to stay calm.

"Yes I am.. And I'm here, because you still need me. I may be gone physically, but I'm not gone from you.. I'm still here. In your mind and in your heart. I'll never leave you.. I'll always be by your side, until the very end.. even after that." He said softly, caressing your hair and kissing your forehead. "Don't waste these last 5 hours worrying about meaningless things. Just feel everything that I'm feeling.. And let us enjoy these last moments together." You started taking deep breaths. "I'm quitting.. right now.. a.. and I'll just.. enjoy as much shit as I can.."

He laughed softly. "Good. That's what I want to hear. Enjoy as much as you can. Let's make these last 5 hours the greatest of our lives." he whispered softly, running his fingers through your hair. You nodded and stood up. This was it. You're quitting the job you've worked years to get. You started walking into the building again. He followed you, a small smile on his face as he watched you walk into the building. He was proud of you for not wasting the time you had left on pointless tests. He watched you as you walked away, ready to enjoy every single moment of these last 5 hours.

"Hey, is my boss in?" You asked the receptionist. "Yeah.. he's inside in his office.." the receptionist said, pointing inside. "Tell him I'm quitting.." you said harshly. "Yes, ma'am.. I'll convey the message." The receptionist nodded. You saw your boss in his office. You didn't want to waste any time. "Thank you." You said and walked out of there almost immediately. In less than a minute, you were outside of the clinic. You felt the cold air and the warm rain hitting your face. You were ready to start taking back control of these last 5 hours. You had to make every minute count.

Time had almost ran out. You'd spent the last 5 hours trying to make the most out of your remaining time. You had went to the beach and saw the sunset. You went on a picnic and ate some of your favorite foods. You went to the park and took a stroll, enjoying every moment and every breath. And now, you were back home, ready to meet your fate. You were lying in your bed, ready to close your eyes for the last time. "Y.. you're gonna help me cross whatever border there is between after life and this.. right?" You asked, looking over at Eddie.

He looked at you softly and took your hand. "I'll be right there with you. I'll guide you across that border and hold your hand the entire way. I'm not leaving you. We will be together for eternity.. and I can't wait." he whispered softly, caressing your hair and rubbing your back softly. You sighed, took a deep breath, and closed your eyes. As you closed your eyes, Eddie's hand tightened around your's.. He was right there with you, till your last breath. And he would be there, after.. He would never leave you. You could let go now.

And you let go. You felt your body go limp and take your last breath. You accepted it. Not even knowing why you died. You saw the famous light and walked towards it, seeing Eddie stand before a big gate. And there he was.. right there waiting for you.. He was standing before a tall, magnificent, golden gate. He smiled and took your hand as you walked toward it. The gates opened as you approached, and you walked through them together.

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How would the slasher and Hannibal family react to their spouse who is usually very sweet and happy coming home angry and asking them if it's okay to rip someone's head off.

Morgan : "Rope, knife, gun..."

He would make the inventory of all the weapons at your disposal and watch from afar as you let your anger take over you on some pillows—imagining it was your problem.

Morgan is the type to internalize his anger and just give everyone the cold shoulder when he's upset.

But, seeing you drop the act and just go full-on murder spree thinking amuses him greatly and would also spur him on as to help you go over the edge of sanity.

Whether you go through your plan or not however, he would respect it and give you the comfort you need.

But, you need to understand that Morgan wasn't comforted often as a child, so he would probably not even notice when his comfort shifts into...something else.

Morgan *hums to your sleeping firm while playing with your hair* : "Don't worry darling...I'll make it all better." *picks out a knife and smirks before leaving*

The next day on national news :

A body has been discovered near the lake of (l/n)..After a few hours, we have finally been able to identify the victim as being (h/n)...

You looked back at Morgan who looked back at you unashamedly—with a peaceful expression on his face. They would never find him. He was too clever to get caught anyway..

Hannibal Sr. : "Tell me everything."

Oh. Very dangerous words coming from Hannibal Sr.

Hannibal Sr. would listen to you with keen attention and whether the problem is concerning a thing or a person, they'd probably disappear.

*soon after you told him*

Hannibal Sr. returned covered in blood that night and when you saw him change, your breath hitched.

"...W...What happened ?"

He stopped moving before offering you a small reassuring smile. You knew that smile, and it made you realize just how far he was willing to go for you.

And the simple thought brought tears to your eyes.

You had unleashed a monster...And you didn't know whether those tears were of joy or of fear. Maybe both ?

His eyes softened as he saw you cry and he slowly made his way to you to hold you close.

Hannibal Sr. *kisses your forehead* : "It's okay. Ssh...I'm alright. We're alright. They won't upset you ever again."

Peter : "Bad day ?" *opens his arms to hug you*

Peter knew before you had even passed the threshold and offered you to do everything fun to make you forget about your worries.

He played boardgames with you, cuddled with you, cooked for you and waited until you were asleep before his facade suddenly shattered and his smile dropped.

He got out of the bed and didn't tell you where he was going, but when you woke up, the axe was gone.

He burned his clothes that night. He wouldn't wear clothes that your tears had soiled. Tears that hadn't been caused by him.

You got out of the house and watched as ashes of your former problem raised in the air and seemed to only realize now the mistake you had committed.

"...I...I didn't mean...", you tried to explain, but Peter only chuckled as he knew exactly what you were about to say.

"I know what you meant, sunshine. And I wasn't going to do anything at first. But...*he turned towards you* Your tears are for me and only me, sunshine.", he whispered in the darkness and your eyes widened at his words.

"Peter...Would you hurt me ?", you asked after a moment. Peter stilled in his movements and glanced back at you with a chilling smile.

"No...Of course not. I love you. You know that, sunshine."

That smile didn't make his words feel any more genuine and the insane glimpse in the his eyes made you understand that you couldn't be sure, you were never going to be sure.

"I don't mind talking, love."

Hannibal Jr. did offer you assistance and even though he was off duty, he still listened and even comforted you.

Hannibal Jr. however wouldn't kill your problem as easily as the others, because he actually thinks about the consequences.

He's basically a single man taking care of three young adults who didn't have a good upbringing and he knows that if he was to disappear, those three young men would end up alone.

So, he would bid his time and wait for the perfect opportunity to strike. He wouldn't necessarily kill the person who upset you, but he would make damn sure it never happens again.

You *eyes widened in surprise* : "I got a text from my boss. He said he's moving to another city and apologized for his lack of manners...Weird."

You then looked up suspiciously at Hannibal Jr. who pretended to be too busy with preparing dinner to actually hear you. But, you weren't fooled.

You *eyeing him up and down suspiciously* : "...You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you ?"

Hannibal Jr. hid his smile from you while wiping his hands in a piece of cloth and returning his attention on you.

Hannibal Jr : "Me ? Of course not, love. I was here all morning."

...A lie. Lie that wouldn't be discussed because you know that what is done is done. But, you did frown slightly before sighing in defeat.

"Fine...Keep your secrets. It's not like we're married or anything.."

He stilled in his movements to stare at you in surprise at you.

"Did I...offend you ?"

You sighed again before looking up at him.

"...I just don't understand why you would do all this behind my back. I'm here. I just..I just don't like it when you don't share your thoughts and plans with me, that's all.."

His bewildered look was quickly tamed and he smiled instead.

"Of course, dear. My apologies. No more secrets. I promise."

You didn't noticed when he crossed his fingers behind his back.

Sorry, love...Can't let you in too deep, or else you'll drown.

"Hot."

That's it. That's the only thought that went through his brain at that moment.

He had never ever seen you so angry and it was almost entrancing.

You had always been sweet and proper, but that new side of you just opened Kevin to a whole new list of possibilities.

You suddenly stopped to look at him when he grabbed your hand and shuddered as he was staring at you with attention.

"...Do you want me to do something about that problem of yours, princess ?"

Now, solution number 1: he helps you kill whoever has upset you and gets to see you truly unhinged.

Solution number 2: he helps you get your mind off the problem by...various means.

Fighting being amongst them. Seeing you all riled up just makes him want to tease you even more. He can't help it.

Kevin *smirks* : "You know..Keep looking like that and I'll give you another good reason to scream.."

You *frustrated* : "Don't. Just don't. I'm mad."

Kevin *laughs* : "That's the whole point."

Kevin finds emotions a big turn-on. He's basically attracted to people who let go of their restrains and just scream, cry laugh excessively...In a word, he's attracted to madness.

So, he would let you scream at him and once you've calmed down, he would then ask about what happened.

And whether or not you're still interested in having your revenge, he would help you.

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