#i feel so defeated already because like. i am already shutting down in the middle of the night.

[mariska]

me at 1 am when i have to wake up at like 7:30-8 AM at the latest and partake in an autism assessment appointment when my brain almost never naturally wakes up before like 9:30-10 am and i have medical trauma and prior misdiagnosis triggers acting up in my head and i just got my period and i have endometriosis so im in agony and i start to feel a full blown depressive panic attack coming on even though i've already taken my anti panic medication and also i have adhd and cant get myself to turn on fortnite and play for like an hour to try and de-stress because of all of the above plus executive dysfunction

[anisespice]

8:25pm - keisuke baji

note: this is mild angst, it was supposed to be a whole fic but i could never get it to where it didn’t feel...ion know ‘unsatisfactory’? hope you enjoy!

It wasn’t news how much of a handful BAJI could be. But, you loved him, rough edges and all. Unfortunately, sometimes love wasn’t always enough. It was late in the evening, and he had crashed at your apartment after hanging with a couple of his friends. Neither of you were sure how the argument started, but you were in too deep to resolve it civilly.  

“Could you just-!” you pinched the bridge of your nose, trying to ground yourself while Baji sneered from across the room. 

By now, your throat had gone raw from all the talking, and getting nowhere as the brute in front of you kept shutting you down. “Could you just try and see this from my perspective, please? It’s not like I’m asking you to never a throw punch again-”  

“Hm, well that’s funny. Because it sounds like that’s exactly what you’re asking me to do. So, why don’t you do us both a favor, cut the shit, and just admit it.” 

“Admit what?” You exasperated. 

“That you’re ashamed of me.” He shrugged. You gaped at him in disbelief, mouth floundering at his accusation. But, before you had the chance to speak, Baji continued. 

“Don’t even try to deny it, [_____]. We both know after that dinner with your parents, you’ve been moving weird.” 

You sighed, “And how exactly have I been ‘moving weird’?” 

Baji looked at you in disbelief. The ravenette gestured at the space between you, exaggeratedly. “This! This same old, tired argument we keep having! Before that stupid dinner, you never batted an eye whenever I knocked a fucker out his shoes, but after? It’s like that’s all you can focus on. And it’s been months!” 

With a sharp laugh, it was your turn to look at him in disbelief. 

“Can you really blame me? Fighting in front of me is one thing, Keisuke, but you assaulted the waiter in front of my parents! I asked you to do one thing, one, and that was to behave yourself-” 

He scoffed, incredulously. “I tried my damnedest, [_____]. Not my fault that bastard tested his luck ‘nd struck out. He disrespected you, so I taught him a lesson. Thought your parents would’ve been grateful for that, but instead I’ve gotta walk on eggshells because they’re ‘appalled at my behavior’? Fuck outta here.” 

Throwing your hands up in defeat before walking away, you headed for the bedroom with Baji soon trailing behind. At this rate, you’d be going in circles. You didn’t understand why he was so stubborn about this, normally he’d be so open on finding middle ground, but for some reason he’s adamant on putting his foot down for this particular issue. “You just don’t get it…” 

“No, I think I do. Your parents already don’t want you dating some loser with no future, and now I’ve given them another reason to hate me, is that it? Well, news flash for them, [_____], I know who the fuck I am. If your parents can’t see my potential then that’s their loss. But lately, I’m starting to feel like you think they’re right.” 

You stood on your side of the room facing away from him, arms crossed. Tears began welling up in the corners of your eyes, but you blinked them back before they could fall—The last thing you wanted were waterworks distracting you, or him. However, while you were busy steeling yourself, you left his statement unanswered. 

A minute passed...and then, another. 

The silence was loud, almost excruciating for your boyfriend. You weren’t looking, but as time marched on Baji’s shoulders dropped along with his morale. He expected your immediate rebuttal, but now he wasn’t so sure what was going through your head right now; and that terrified him. He took a small step forward, scowl dissipating as the fear settled in his stomach. 

He didn’t like this...Why hadn’t you said anything? 

“[_____]...you don’t...” Baji cleared his throat, eyes practically burning holes into your back. “You don’t think that. Do you?” 

You shakily exhaled, eventually turning around to face him. He flinched slightly at the hurt written behind your eyes, “No, Kei. I don’t. And that’s what you don’t get. You said you tried your damndest that night, yet you still couldn’t restrain yourself. Sure, the waiter was a complete tool, but I didn’t need him to be taught a lesson, I just needed you to keep your promise. And you didn’t.” 

Baji averted his gaze, fidgeting with the strings on his sweats. You continued, “Then, when I asked you to tone down the fighting just a little, you outright refused. Multiple times. And now, you think it’s because I’m ashamed of you? Is that really all you got from our discussions?”

He frowned. “Well, it’s not like you left me much option. I mean, c’mon, what is it then, if not that?”

“Keisuke, I’m not ashamed. I’m disappointed. You’ve proven that no matter what, you aren’t willing to change your behavior, even for me. I never had a problem in the past because there wasn’t a problem to be addressed. Until now. I asked you to do this one thing, and you couldn’t do that. How do you think that makes me feel?” 

Baji became agitated, feeling like a child being scolded. It put him on edge, especially when it came from you. And when the ravenette felt like he was being backed into a corner, he got defensive. His breathing turned heavy, scowl returning to his face as he sneered at you. 

“How do you think it makes me feel, huh? Let’s face it, your parents were never going to accept me, even if I was nothing short of a saint that night! And y’know what, I couldn’t care less what they thought because at least I knew my s/o would’ve had my back. Guess I was wrong.” 

Your jaw practically hit the mattress, gobsmacked. 

“Excuse you? From day one, I’ve always had your back! I stood by your side, no matter what, every single time!” 

“Yeah, but you didn’t that night, did you?” 

Your head wobbled in bewilderment. “What are you getting at?”

“That entire dinner was miserable from the start. On top of you practically begging them to even show up, they shit-talked the second they arrived—The poor choice in restaurant, our dress attire, our relationship, me. And what did you do to stop them?” 

Rendered speechless, you merely looked at him. That’s not fair, you thought. Though he had a hard point, you stubbornly combated it. 

“They’re my parents, Kei. I tried talking to them about it, but y’know how they are. I thought that if we just...had a nice and calm dinner, then they’d-” 

He dryly chuckled, “They’d what? Change their minds? Tch. Right, you and I both know that’s bullshit. Also, love how they get a pass, and I don’t, by the way. That’s real nice, [_____]. Real nice.” 

“Because I expected more from you! Figured you’d be able to handle one night without knocking someone’s teeth in.” You cried, but Baji merely gave a careless shrug. 

“Guess we were both wrong, then.”  

Your arms dropped to your sides as you stood there, body completely drained of any fight that might’ve been left in you. To your dismay, you couldn’t hold the frustrated tears back any longer as they cascaded down your face. You turned away from him as you slumped onto the bed, head hung low as you quietly sobbed. 

It was no use. No matter what you did, no matter what you said, it was always going to be a losing battle trying to get them to see eye to eye. You hated how strained things had gotten from either side, wanting nothing more than for them to just…get along. You loved Baji, and you loved your parents, but it was starting to weigh on you terribly having to be the mediator. 

Baji was stuck; he didn’t think this would drive you to tears. Whenever you had this argument in the past, it would result in him either sleeping on the couch or going back to his apartment after you’ve decided to shelve it for later. The tears were different...and he knew they couldn’t have been a good sign. 

“[_____]-”

“So that’s just it then.” You sniffled, wiping your face with the hem of your shirt—His shirt. You caressed the fabric, more tears falling into your lap as your boyfriend shuffled uneasily. “You won’t change. They won’t change. I’ll just be stuck dealing with constantly being thrown back and forth, having to choose between you, hm?” 

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “No, you don’t have to do that. Look, babe...it’s alright if your folks don’t like me. I can live with that-”

“Well, I can’t, Keisuke.” 

There’s silence once more, even more painful than the last. Baji finally closed the distance between the two of you, immediately kneeling to look into your eyes. You could see the dread in them, but you looked away before it made you feel even worse. He knew your words had more behind them than you let on. 

“What...what are you saying?” 

You slowly blinked at him, exhausted. “Nothing. You need to leave. I’m tired, and I…need to clear my head.” 

He went to gently grab your hands, but you pulled them back at the last second. Holding yourself tightly, you stood and walked toward the bathroom. But, you didn’t get far. 

Hastily, Baji grabbed your wrist and spun you around. He searched your eyes, desperately, “Baby…don’t be like that. Not because of them, not because I’m a stubborn idiot. Please, j-just…” 

“Kei…” you sighed. His grip tightened ever so slightly, not enough to hurt but to where you could feel him trembling. 

“Please don’t quit on me.” 

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[pablopascal]

My Fireflies

New Prompt: Francisco happily observing his family.

Francisco “Catfish” Morales x fem!Reader Warnings: fluff, cursing, cuteness Word Count: 974

Original Prompt: the rest of the boys meet the reader and they teased Frankie because he became soft and adorable. (Pope knows the reader because they grew up together)

A/N: Thanks to my friends Alyssa @myownworstenemyyy and Diana @everything-lost-and-unsaid for this idea. Panchito and poncho are common nicknames for Francisco. Also I’m terrible at Spanish thanks to my dad not teaching me. The full fic won’t be in Spanish. I’m not new to writing, but it’s been a while since I’ve written. My requests are always open so feel free to send an ask in. I answer quickly and you can Private Message me if that makes you more comfortable. Hope everyone like the short drabble!! I am literally dying from cramps but decided to finish this fic that I turned into a drabble. I might actually finish when I am not behind four weeks of assignments. Wish me luck besties!! leave likes reblogs and comments much appreciated loves!!

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- You sighed for what felt like the hundredth time in the last ten minutes,”come on Frankie! Hurry up or we’re going to be late.” Frankie and you had been invited to a get together by Pope. You would think Frankie would be the one down in the living room telling you to hurry with him being in the military, but nope he wasn’t.

Frankie is known for always making y’all late to everything, so Pope would understand. Pulling your phone out to kill time knowing Frankie would probably be down in five minutes or more. Who knows with him? You were so focused on the game you were playing that you didn’t hear his footsteps as Frankie walked down the stairs.

He called your name but he got no response, so he walked into the living room to see you slumped on the couch grumply playing on your phone. He smiled sweetly at your grumpy state then walked up behind the couch and slowly wrapped his arms around your shoulders. Also putting his head between your head and shoulder leaving feathery kisses on your neck. He heard you sigh into the kisses, but instead of going further; you pushed him away and turned your head towards him and gave him a look.

“Frankie we can’t. We are already late as it is.” He pouted but it stopped and turned into a smile after you lightly kissed his lips before getting off the couch. He checked you out as you walked over to the key rack, you could feel his eyes on your body as you were grabbing the keys and your wallet. You raised your hand behind your back and flipped him off. Frankie scoffed and giggled at your antics. His eyes followed you as you walked out the door and soon he followed behind you.

Opening the door to the door to your car Frankie sighed “Baby… I can drive. It’s safer.” You looked at him and gave him a look that meant ‘shut up and leave me alone’ then he put his hands up in surrender getting into the car. You slowly got into the car and started it but before taking it out of park you turned your head towards Frankie “I’m okay. Driving isn’t going to hurt us, Panchito. You need to stop being overprotective. I’m a big girl.”

He went to argue and you cut him off by putting your hand on his mouth and raised your eyebrows daring him to say something. His shoulders slouched in defeat “I know, mi amor. I just want you both to be okay,” he said, reaching to rub his hand over your pregnant belly. He leaned over the middle console and kissed your forehead. ”Come on, let's go. We’re going to be late,” he said after pulling away. You scoffed and lightly hit his shoulder, the only reaction you got was his giggles that flowed out of his mouth effortlessly. His giggles continued as you pulled out of the driveway. - Arriving at Pope’s house, you could hear the happy screaming of children from the back yard. Frankie looked over to you with a smile as both walked towards the back gate. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders as you walked into the back yard. Pope heard the close and looked up “Hermano!” Pope yelled, walking over to give his war buddy a hug. They act like they haven’t seen each other in weeks, in reality they saw each other yesterday when he brought Marisol to spend the night with Pope’s little girl.

You walked away more like waddled away from them letting them enjoy their little bromance moment. Pope would hug you when they got done talking, like always. Finding an empty seat to rest your pregnant body, you heard “mam” and felt a force being out around your stomach. You looked down to see Marisol smiling up at you. “Hola, mi vida,” you said to your smiling child, “ Your pops is over there talking to Uncle P if you want to say hi, baby.”

After saying that her head popped up from its spot looking to where her dad was standing. She booked into a run before knocking herself into his legs. Frankie felt the weight on his legs and he looked down to see his little girl. He quickly picked her up and twirled her around. This caused Marisol to go into a fit of giggles and those giggles were followed by Pope’s and Frankie’s hearty laughs. After the giggles subsided, the two men went back to talking like normal. - Eventually the two men came over to where you were sitting. Pope came over to you and brought you into a tight hug, “Hey, little sister. How’s Panchito number two doing?” Pope asked. You looked up at your childhood friend smiling at his antics. “You’re hugging me too tight Santiago. The baby and I are perfectly fine.” He cheekily looked at you and slowly went to put his hand on your growing stomach. At the instant touch the baby started to kick causing Santiago’s smile to grow wider.

Frankie saw the smile on Pope’s face and it reminded him the first time he felt Marisol kick. The joy that spread through his face as he giggled at the new feeling. He knew that Pope and his wife were trying to have another kid but they were having a few problems. Frankie knew that you being pregnant brought some sense of comfort to them. He watched you gleefully with Santiago and his wife, his smile growing wider by the second. He looked over to where his daughter’s laughter could be heard throughout the yard as she was playing with her grandpa. The laughter and chaos of the people he called his family enlightened his world full of bright sunshine.

-

[resurrection-of-soul]

Flashback | PSYCHOBREAK 15

Writer: Akira (日日日)

Characters: Koga, Adonis

Kaoru: It’s been quite a while since you last called me “Playboy.” I never mentioned it, but I don’t actually dislike that nickname or anything. In fact, hearing you politely call me “senpai” is, like, kinda gross~

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Kaoru: Okay, okay, settle down~♪ You don’t wanna appear all flustered and uncool, right, you two?

Koga: …!? Hakaze-senpai!

Adonis: Is that you, senpai? I mean, are you two the real deal?

Kaoru: Yup. Sorry we’re late. We heard HELLSING was going on a national tour, but, geez! You kept getting further and further away from ES. Catching up was like, super hard. Right, Rei-kun?

Rei: Indeed. Furthermore, there were other pressing matters demanding our attention, so I was quite concerned we would not arrive in time.

Koga: Even Sakuma-senpai is… Wh-what’re you doing here? Don’t you guys have your own shit to deal with, like those silly variety shows!?

Rei: Naturally, we've already taken care of those matters. We are not prone to such oversight, after all. We anticipated this situation and prepared accordingly, making arrangements with the staff and other performers to record a considerable amount of footage in advance. Thus, there is no great hurry for us to return at the moment.

Adonis: How very like you, Sakuma-senpai. How much of this did you predict?

Rei: Kukuku. I can only foresee a small fraction of what is to come, but even that small piece can sometimes be enough to determine one’s fate. 'Tis for that reason I always ensure my preparations are in order. It is as straightforward as that. No longer do I hate the world, shutting myself away from it within my coffin. To avoid falling into mourning once more, I shall learn from thy example, Adonis, and give my utmost.

Koga: That’s right. Get to work, ya Vampire Bastard~ Don’t just spend all yer time dozin’ off without a care.

Koga: I mean, seriously, man… Ya always make me so damn worried. Because ya hardly move at all, I start worryin’ ya might have gone off n’ died!

Rei: I shan’t die. Being alive is enjoyable, you see. Furthermore, I have come to recognize that you are individuals possessed of rare and noble character who shall not rely solely upon me, but rather attempt to overcome difficulties on your own― Nay, I already knew. I have known it from the very first time UNDEAD stood on stage, and that conviction hath only grown day by day. Therefore, I can rest assured. So long as I am with you all, I am certain I shall never feel that being alive is tedious. That certainty is truly appreciated. I’ve been saved.

Kaoru: Ah geez, as usual, everything Rei-kun says is, like, totally cryptic, so let me give you a concrete explanation. And Rei-kun, in the future, instead of just making vague philosophical statements, you have to make sure to explain things clearly, okay?

Rei: Sure thing, mom.

Kaoru: You just stepped on a landmine on purpose, didn’t you?

Rei: Because I am quite certain you all shall love and accept me no matter what, I can make such jokes with confidence.

Kaoru: I’m gonna kick you. …Anyway, we’re in the middle of a live performance, so I’ll keep things short. Rei-kun and I returned to the dream world. In that dream of the past, we found the mastermind behind this incident…and defeated him. That’s why our fakes are bugging out and on the verge of shutting down, see? The person controlling them was neutralized, so they’ve lost control.

Koga: Huh? What? The hell’re ya talkin’ about, Playboy!?

Kaoru: It’s been quite a while since you last called me “Playboy.” I never mentioned it, but I don’t actually dislike that nickname or anything. In fact, hearing you politely call me “senpai” is, like, kinda gross~ And it makes me feel a bit lonely since it feels so distant. On top of all that, seeing the unruly Koga-kun acting like a good kid is totally off-putting~

Koga: Oh shit, my bad. I’ve been callin’ the fakes “Vampire Bastard~” n’ “Playboy,” so it just kinda slipped out.

Kaoru: Like I just said, it’s fine. Anyways, what’s the problem? Do you have any questions?

Koga: I ain’t got nothin’ but questions…! The hell do you mean, ya defeated the mastermind!? Who even was the mastermind!? We didn’t know jack shit about their identity up ‘til now! This ain’t some cancelled manga! Ya can’t just suddenly defeat some powerful villain off-screen!

Rei: The mastermind ‘twas not truly all that grand of a villain. You see, the culprit behind this incident was just the sort of trivial, insignificant person one can find anywhere. Seeing as he called himself a “vampire,” I shall simply refer to the mastermind as “Dracula-kun” for the time being.

Koga: Not that it really matters what they’re called, but… “Vampire”? That name came up a bunch in our past― or rather, in that dream we had, right?

Rei: Aye. We knew no groups by that name in truth. It is a name which only appears in that distorted retelling of history. I suspected that the mastermind behind this incident would also be the one at the root of that distortion. After all, I rather doubted that the culprit’s only goal was to show us amusing dreams. He must have had dreams ― desires ― of his own. There must have been something he hoped to accomplish with all this.

Adonis: You honed in on the culprit by uncovering his motives?

Rei: Indeed. ‘Tis the backbone of any mystery novel, no? Who caused the incident, why, and how? Analyze each piece of evidence, speculate as to the answers, and deduce the truth. Fortunately, the culprit in this particular incident was somewhat careless. He left behind plenty of evidence, making the deduction rather straightforward. Firstly, we identified who committed the crime, and it was none other than one of my former devotees, like those “vampires” from our dream. In other words, he was one of the delinquents who was exterminated by us in that past incident. He idolized me, worshiped me without my consent, and sought to become my successor… But was ultimately crushed by the student council and lost to history as just another one of Yumenosaki’s corrupt students.

Rei: The culprit, “Dracula-kun,” was sacrificed as one of the cornerstones of the student council's revolution. Yet, despite being handed such a harsh judgment, he showed no remorse. Without repentance, he repeated his mistakes.

Koga: ……

Rei: He refused to accept it. He could not understand why he had been subjected to such suffering. He simply felt it was unfair. Frustrated and dissatisfied, he convinced himself that the current situation, that history itself, was wrong… …And so he attempted to rewrite history, setting it upon the “correct” course. In his mind, he envisioned an ideal, righteous world where he was my closest companion, my friend, disciple, and loyal subject — someone loved by me above all else.

Kaoru: This might sound kinda flippant but isn’t that like, basically just us?

Rei: Indeed. The culprit behind this incident was a pitiful ghost who longed for immortality, but was unable to achieve it. Frankly speaking, it is quite probable that he wished to become a part of "UNDEAD."

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[pacifymebby]

t r o u b l e // chapter two

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A Peaky Blinders Balletcore Modern AU

Sylvia

I closed my eyes, stood en pointe, pushing myself beyond the limit, my whole delicate frame quivering with the effort, slowly pulling my left leg in towards my body. I could feel the strain, the tightness tugging and releasing with every breath as I forced my thigh up closer to my ear, breathing through the pain. All my concentration focussed on holding the position long enough to relax just enough to push my knee against my ear and hold it.

My sister had already mastered the position, she was afterall, born five minutes earlier and five minutes more talented than I. Thats what I'd always told her anyway. I'd spent my whole life doing things like this, hiding in the dance studio after class practicing longer and harder than her, exhausting myself to keep up with her. Trying not to hold it against her because it couldn't be helped.

I listened to the rise and fall of Moonlight Sonata, teetering with it as it climbed. For a moment I was nothing more than a body, a waif suspended on string, commanded by the music which filled my ears. Held by the music. And then just as sudden and as sharp as I had been delicate, the music cut out and my phone began to ring. Its shrill tone startled me and sent me down onto my knees swearing at the sting of my sudden release and when I saw my brothers name on the screen I cursed him, vowing not to take shit from him when he'd fucked my practice up.

"What the fuck is it John I'm in the middle of practice!" I snapped, flushing pink with frustration when he chuckled.

"Temper temper Fen," he grinned. I could hear traffic from his end of the line and the voice of another person talking to him, "Sonya with you?"

"No one calls me that," I hissed rolling my eyes, trust him to disturb me and not my sister even though it was her he wanted, "and no, shes not, like I said I'm at practice..."

"Don't you practice together?"

"Yeah well," I bit the tip of my thumb, gathering my things together as I sat on the floor, legs bent out of shape, like a wilted flower, "this is extra..."

"Nah, our Fen doesn't need extra practice she's too good for that shit..."

"Well now you're just admitting you've not seen a single one of my performances from the last three years..."

"Eh now thats not..."

"The nutcracker, christmas 2015..." I said sharp enough to shut him up because he knew I was right. I started tugging on the ribbon of my pointe shoes to undo them, using my teeth to pull the ribbon loose, more aggressive than I should have been.

I might not have seen my brothers for a long time but it didn't mean I'd lost my Shelby charm.

"Right, alright so we haven't exactly been close..." he sighed, "am sorry Fen..."

"Fuckin don't call me that dinlow," I snapped then, losing my temper because I couldn't stand to hear him talk like we were still brother and sister when they'd all but abandoned us down in London at the ballet. Our fucking Tommy probably would have sent us further had he not been so intent on keeping tabs on us. "Me own brothers don't have time to come to a fuckin Sunday matinee but they send their little spies to follow us into town every Friday night..."

"Thats for your protec..."

"Just tell me what you're phonin me for John, so I can get back to my fuckin life..."

"Alright," he sighed defeated, he sounded sad but not as sad as it had made me feel every time I'd put their names on a guestlist only for them to be crossed off it again as no shows. "Alright Syl," he said and it was then that I heard the tiredness in his voice, like he'd been up for days, "I'm at your flat right now yeah and your not home and your sisters not home and I need to talk to y'both its important alright so will y'jus let me know where you are an me an uncle Charlie will come pick you up so we can go get..."

"Uncle Charlies with you?"

"Aye lass,"

"Wait why are you at our flat? And whats Uncle Charlie here for?" call it Romani instinct but at the mention of my uncle I'd britsled, this goosebump creeping sensation shivering straight down my spine.

"Lets just get us all together first right an then I'll explain everythin sis, whats the address of your studio yeah? Then we'll go get..."

"I don't know where Sunny is," I said quickly, feeling guilty because when they'd first sent us off to ballet school when we were only little girls Tommy had made us promise we would always look out for one another. Family first and all that. But in recent months I'd not been brave enough to do that. Sonya had been keeping secrets, sneaking off in the evenings after training and I, not wanting to be another spy for Tommy, knowing how much it hurt to feel like you never really got a moments privacy, hadn't tried to push her for honesty.

"What?" John snapped, "why don't you know where your fucking sister is Sylvia?"

I flinched hearing the flair in his tone, the anger growled out between those words. John had never been the brother to lose his temper with me and Sonya, we'd always been his favourites, he'd always been soft on us, but just then as he'd spat those words down the phone he'd sounded more like Tommy or Arthur than John.

"I...sorry I don't fuckin spy on my sister John she's allowed to leave the house surely..." I stuttered losing my confidence, hearing Uncle Charlie chastise him for scaring me. He said something about how if he'd wanted to scare us Tommy would have come himself. That much was true.

"Fuck sake," groaned John, i couldnt tell if his frustration was self directed or still all for me but when he sighed and said sorry I felt that shiver down my spine again. Something had happened. Something was wrong.

"Look am sorry Fen," he said a little softer, all the stress bubbling just beneath the surface, "where are you? I'll come an get you, we can talk in the car..."

"I'm just leaving the studio now," I said softly, "I'll get the tube it'll be..."

"Nah you won't kid stay inside yeah, I'll phone when I'm outside, you stay put alright.."

"Yeah, yeah sure thats fine I'll stay here..."

"Good girl," he said, his voice sounding like a smile again, relaxing me a little, not really doing enough to quell the fear rising in my chest.

If Tommy had sent him and Uncle Charlie down to London to speak to us, that meant some serious shit had gone down in the family. Someone was either dead, dying or soon to be, and the way John had cut me off when I'd told him I'd take myself home, told me we were all threatened.

"Alright, right see you soon, love you,"

"Love you," i chewed my cheek. They weren't exactly words our brothers used often. He was obviously feeling superstitious.

I slipped my trainers on and shuffled my leg warmers down around my ankles, picking myself and my bag off the floor. As I left the studio to wait in the foyer I slipped one airpod in but not the other, knowing that if my brothers could have me watched anyone could.

In the foyer there was a large wall length mirror and I stood for a moment gazing into it, looking at my sister looking back at me. We were the kinds if identical twins people really did struggle to tell apart, even our brothers. Even occasionally our Aunt Pol who usually had a knack for these things. As youngens it had been a blessing, all the tricks we'd been able to play when we were still close, when we knew everything about one another and we never argued or fell out. Never kept secrets.

But I knew wherever she was now I needed to warn her about John, because if she was somewhere she shouldn't have been, somewhere in the city our brothers didn't run, there'd be more trouble than was worth.

She felt so far away now and I felt guilty because it wasn't exactly like it wasn't my fault. I'd distanced myself since she'd gone for a guest role with the royal ballet, Odette, Swan Lake. I'd wanted to go for it too but when she'd mentioned it I'd changed my mind and held back knowing she'd get the role over me. Now her name was all over this end of the city, Sonya Gray, and next year she'd probably be a Principle. I could try again then, it was only a year. I'd tried to reason with myself at the time, but now I had to admit, it hurt. It ached. I hated to feel jealous of her but I did.

And so rather than resent her I'd started to distance myself, let her drift away, let her sneak off in the evenings, pretended not to notice.

Where are u? Johns here!!!

I sent the text and slipped my phone back into my pocket, turning the volume up on my music as I drifted to a seat in the corner.

People watched us. We were infamous and it had nothing to do with how talented we were. Nothing to do with how many lead roles we could land. Everything to do with our brothers, the name we tried to distance ourselves, the reputation we just couldn't shake. She'd probably heard of my brothers, most people had. What I didn't realise was that she'd seen the news on the television, that I hadn't but when Sonya replied to my texts with a phone call two seconds later, I realised why that woman hadn't been able to look my in the eyes. It wasn't fear or suspicion. Only pity.

There was a woman sitting on the reception desk. A security camera on the ceiling behind her.

When I looked up at her she looked down at her hands trying to pretend she hadn't been watching me. But I wasn't naïve.

"Its fucking Michael! Someones hit michael!" she was sobbing, her voice was shaking and as the words sunk in I felt my own hands begin to tremble. I sucked my cheek in between my teeth and bit down trying to control myself, not wanting to cry now when someone could see me. Because they'd know I was only just hearing the news.

"Is he..." I started, not wanting to finish the question because I knew I was being listened to. Didn't want anyone eaves dropping.

"Hospital," was all she managed to get out before another sob overwhelmed her. For a second all I heard was her choked crying and I wondered where she was. Wondered who was seeing her break down like this. Wondered how long it would take for her pretty little face to start circulating the internet, her hand clasped over her mouth, her eyes red rimmed and swollen, her nose pinkish with sorrow. She'd be the perfect image for the pigs at the daily mail to run with, her pretty tears, the waif in distress. They'd push that photo on Twitter and Facebook, she'd be in the headlines. Poor girl.

"Listen Sunny where are you?" I asked her trying to be gentle, biting my teeth a little deeper into my cheek until I could feel the blood seeping, "you in public?" I asked and she started giggling through her sniffles.

"Uhuh," she said, "I need to get a fuckin grip i know," she said then probably wiping her eyes as she pushed her way through a busy London train station.

"Nah," i said sighing, pushing the wisps of hair which were coming loose around my forehead away. Twisting one a little nervously. "Nah its not that its John ain't it, he's coming to pick me up now and then we're coming to get you..."

"Oh," she sniffled, "yeah i spose that makes sense..."

"Yeah," I said thinking about our poor cousin, rushed to hospital in the back of an ambulance. Poor Pol, she'd barely been reunited with him and now he was being ripped away all over again.

"Shit," she shivered as she spoke, "look I'll be in Camden right, by the lock or something and we can say I was just with a mate..."

"Were you not?" I bit my lip, hesitant, wondering if I asked her now she would tell the me the truth.

"No..." she said quietly, "shit Sylvie," she was whispering now, still crying a little, her voice shaking a little though now she sounded more scared than sad, "if I tell you you gotta promise you won't say a word to John,"

"Cross my heart,"

"I'm in Little Italy," she said then, "Sabini's territory..."

"Oh..." I said, glancing up at the woman behind reception. She was still pretending not to be watching. I wondered if my face was going to be plastered all over social media too. There was less potential really, I wasn't crying, the photographs of me wouldn't have the same waif like prettiness because I'd only been frowning and chewing my cheek. I'd be tight lipped, sharp sullen jawed.

"I've been seein this lad..." she said, "he's Italian..."

"Oh..." I said again with a smirk, cracking a grin when she gasped and told me not to judge her.

"Honest he's not like the others.."

"Not a fucking..." i trailed off, "you know..."

"I mean, yeah but..."

"Oh fuck me Sunny," I grinned in disbelief, "ever likely you didn't want me to say anything to John!"

"Don't Sylvie he'll kill the poor lad..."

"Yeah," I said with a soft smile, "yeah he fuckin will..." I looked up then, just in time to see a swish black range rover pull to a stop in the road outside. I knew it was my brother before the window rolled down and the horn started beeping, but when she heard the beep from her end of the phone Sonya knew too amd smirked.

"Camden Lock yeah, just say I'd gone to the market..." she said, "I'll see you soon, love you,"

"Love you," I said as I stood up and made my way outside as quickly as I could, just wanting John to stop hitting that fucking horn and causing a scene.

Next Chapter

[moonstonedrawsrandomly]

The Birth of the Church of Hope 0

Noelia was trekking home with one of her new followers, Nonojul . Since she was way too tired to teleport them back to the Cult, they had to trek the way they came from. It was a long way back through the defeat that she left behind. Red hat wasn’t at all too pleased with this unlike Nonojul. Nonojul was quite talkative during their trek. A bright bubbly personality, something that Noelia was wishing she still had, was making this trip a lot more bearable. Unlike the red hat.

“Oh god, will you shut up? Be quiet like a good little follower?!?”

“Red Crown, be nice will ya?”

“He goes on and on about nothing! Can be really be a good follower?”

“How about you shut your mouth before I SHUT IT FOR YOU!?!?”

Noelia shouted. She was already looking pretty tired. She is, in fact, mortal. With moral little baba feelings. Nonojul was quiet as she spoke to her hat. Then she turns her gaze to him.

“Please, continue talking about the clouds, ignore him. So what’s these clouds? Culu-“

“Cumulonimbus!”

“Ah”

She said. And speaking of clouds, the rumblings that she thought were her stomache were coming from the sky at that time. It made her uneasy. They still have a bit to go, and Noelia didn’t like lightning or getting caught in that.

“Oh you heard about that storm coming? It’s a huge storm that will take out a lot of bridges”

Nonojul said. They had to quicken the pace.  With him following behind, it was going to be risky. The risk was doubled when the happen upon a group of people who were sat by themselves. They didn’t even notice them passing.

“Wait please!”

“We’re friendly! Please don’t hurt us, we have kids!”

Noelia and Nonojul came down to see what was the fuss. What was going on. There were at least 3 adults, two accompanying children. The oldest looked middle aged, and the youngest was an infant.

“Please, we are refugees from a Cult. The leader went insane and started killing children for their sacrifice!”

The male bunny said

“To protect our children, we had to leave, he was a menace. A big storm is coming, we have nowhere to go. Please help us!”

The female cuthulu said. Nonojul looked at her.

“Didnt you say you had a small cult?”

He said. Noelia looked at him, but was interrupted by her hat.

“Nonsense! We need strong members for our cult. These are the rejects! Let’s move on lamb”

Nonojul rejected that.

“You can’t just leave them out here, they have kids and such, they are vulnerable to this world!”

“Hush you! We are taking YOU on a whim”

Nonojul grabs her shoulders

“Oh great leader, what do YOU want? After all this is your cult.”

Nonojul had his hand removed by her

“Two things, 1, please don’t put your hand on my body without permission.”

“I-im sorry”

It seemed like her mind was made up.

“And 2, carry the babies, we’re all going to the…the…”

She just realized that her cult didn’t even have a name, she quickly thought of one though…

“THE CHURCH OF HOPE! Yes, now let’s hurry back before the storm comes. If you fall behind, we will not come back for you”

“Yes! Thank you!”

“Let’s hurry”

Everyone picked up their things, the group thanked them for taking them in. Despite Noelia ignoring the red crowns instructions, she became more bold with her demands. She knew that she needed to make more changes before she could fully get ahold of her cult- well, I guess her Church now...

The storm came just as she finished building the medical station and the last house. The male of the group and the other woman came to her and kneeled

“Thank you oh gracious leader! Thank you for protecting my family, we are forever in your debt”

“Many thanks”

Red crown looked on.

‘Definitely from a cult, they have etiquette. I guess she made a good choice.’

“Your fine for now. Do you work? Do you have an occupation?”

She asked. She pulled up a stool.

“Because if you do, you have some staying power, as the cul-Church is very young”

“I am a local doctor from the cult”

“And I am a seamstress…maybe not as useful to you”

Noelia thought about that

“I have use of the doctor…but the seamstress…there has to be something bc or you to do…”

Red hat speaks up

“Doesn’t your “Church” need uniforms? Outfits? For daily life?”

Noelia blinked.

“You know what? We do! Do you know how to make cloth into fabric?”

“I do, but it takes a while”

“If your willing to teach, the doctor as well, you both can stay”

Noelia gets up

“There are a few rules to our cult, but I will inform you when the storm has passed. There, you will have your first meal with your new members of this church. Please don’t give me any trouble. Good night”

They both bowed.  Then red crown stopped

“What about the other one? You haven’t assigned her anything?”

“…wait, you didn’t see? Why do you think I gave them a bigger house? She’s with child!”

“Oh! Well then!”

“Yes, we will assign her when she is ready. She has her hands full with a newborn already.”

She said as they walked away from the house. She returns to the temple, where she lives and she puts the red hat down.

“Okay, I know I stepped on your toes for a bit. I’m sorry. But Nonojul made a very good point. I am the leader of this cult. This church is mine…however, we pray to the one who waits. They are not subservient to him, they are to me. In order to convince them to pray to him, we have to work together. Okay?”

Red crown sighed.

“Your not the first person to wear me and say that. You ARE the first person to go against what I said. However, I will work with you under one condition”

“Make it reasonable”

“You and I need to spend time alone. I’m always on someone’s head. It gets stuffy up there. I am a tool for self destruction! A weapon of mass genocide…yet I want to rest as well…you understand?”

“Okay, Red ha-“

“And stop calling me that!”

“What do you want to be called”

“I don’t know! Just not red hat!”

“Give me a bit, I’ll give you a name…how about…Bonbon! I’m just kidding, give me a bit?”

She said as she placed him on the little desk in the back. After the storm settled for the night in its strength, Noelia came back with a big smile on her face.

“I have a name for you”

“Oh, cool.”

“What do you think of…Hades? Like the god of death in that old gods book? You don’t like it”

Red hat looked at her. An actual good name. A thoughtful name.

“I…it’s a nice name”

He couldn’t hide his excitement. Noelia could see through him.

“Alright! Well, get some sleep Hades!”

She said as she closes the door to her room. Hades looked out the window.

“This one you picked, this lamb, might even surpass you one day, Narinder”

TBC

[evereinefaust]

. . . ⇢ ˗ˏˋ 𝐇𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 ࿐ྂ

Pairing: Akise Aru X afab!Reader

Trigger Warning: Character death, violence, gore

Sypnosis: Nightmares have been plaguing MC for the past couple of days. She didn't know why it started, but she knew that it has to mean something. And one person keeps appearing in her nightmares — Akise.

Word Count: 3,733

"Akise-kun!"

I ran...

"Akise-kun!"

And ran...

"Akise-kun!"

And ran...

"AKISE-KUN!"

But I was too late...

I bolted upright in horror, gasping for air. My [e/c] irises were dilated with tears blurring my vision. I was sweating. Hard. My heart was beating uncontrollably against my chest. Raising a trembling hand, I grasped my chest. It was dark. My eyes can barely make out the objects in front of me. There was a shelf full of books, a dresser beside it, and a poster that I can't clearly identify plastered on the wall behind it. Calming down a bit, I surveyed around. There was the door on the farthest corner of the room, a television set on the adjacent wall, and a nightstand beside me with a lone lamp on it. This time, I glanced down. There was a white blanket covering half of my legs, and half of the fabric was draping down from the bed I was situated in.

"Another nightmare..." 

I wiped off the sweat that was rolling down my face. It seems to be in the middle of the night because of the darkness. The only thing that illuminates this dim room was the moonlight seeping through the curtained windows beside me. I let out a shaky breath after, feeling myself fully calm down from that horrid dream. Taking my phone from the nightstand, I opened it to check the time. I squinted my eyes due to the bright light it emitted. After my sight adjusted, I saw the time.

"12:16," I mumbled, sighing in defeat.

Placing the device back on its previous spot, I returned back to my sleeping position on the bed. It's always been like this. I don't know where or when it started, but all I know was I was haunted by the same dream for at least a week by now. Today is already July 26th.

I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep...

"Akise-kun!"

I can't believe this is happening. I can't believe that my friends were all killed. I can't believe that the culprit was also one of my friends, the one that held a Future Diary. I can't believe that the world is going to end. My world is going to end...

There was just so much destruction. Rubbles and destroyed walls were piling against each other. I ran faster, climbing up to reach the body not far away from me. Successfully making it to the platform, I immediately checked Akise-kun's body. He was lying on his front, blood pooled around his neck area where his wound is. Tears were already brimming in the corner of my eyes as I saw the situation he was in. But I held it.

I slowly and carefully adjusted Akise-kun so he was leaning against me. But as I did so, blood splurted out from his throat. The wound was deep, I noted. No one else can inflict this kind of injury other than Gasai Yuno herself.

"Akise-kun, are you alright?" I asked, worry lacing in my tone as I ripped a portion of my shirt to dress his wounds.

As expected, he didn't respond. He had his eyes closed at the moment, his breathing shallow and unstable. My brows were creased while dressing his injury. Once I was finished, I hugged him. My heart is in pain. My body was trembling in fear. My eyes were wet with tears. And I am filled with grief.

"I'm...sorry..." I choked out, feeling myself breaking down. "I'm...sorry..."

I quietly held on Akise-kun's body, slightly trembling due to the tears. After a few seconds, I heard a strained cough and movement from him. It made me panic when I saw blood spluttering out from his mouth.

"Akise-kun!" I gently helped Akise-kun up, slinging one arm on my shoulder.

Akise-kun glanced at me, his carmine orbs staring at my [e/c] ones while his other eye was tight shut. He moved his mouth, but no sound came out. I knew it, he can't speak due to the injury Gasai-san inflicted. My brows were scrunched up in frustration and anger for the pink-haired, but I contained the feelings inside.

I found myself frowning at the sight of my loved one. Even without saying anything, I already knew what Akise-kun had in mind. He still wants to convince Amano-kun despite his eventual death. Why is he doing this? Why is he sacrificing himself for someone who can't even identify who was right or wrong? Why are you doing this for him, Akise-kun? Can't you see that we can't convince him anymore?

I bit my lips as we took a step forward. I was reluctant... but still... I respected Akise-kun's wish.

"Amano-kun!" I called on the brunette as I aided Akise-kun up the platform. 

The pair turned around and spotted us. Amano-kun had his eyes wide in shock while the pinkette beside him was snarling, clearly agitated to see us alive. I spared a quick glance at my companion as he panted for air, in his hand held out his blue flip phone.

"[N-name]-san? Akise-kun?—Yuno! Don't!"

Gasai-san charged at us without any hesitation despite Amano-kun calling out to her. We slowly trudged to where he was, readying myself to protect Akise-kun from the approaching female. Gasai-san was closing on us, and I was about to let go of my compani—

"G—AHH!" I let out an agonizing scream as I pummeled down the rubble.

My leg was bruised as well as my whole body, but the most notable damage was my twisted ankle. My back hit the hard concrete behind me, making me limp on the cold platform. Everything happened in a blur, I can't even identify who or what threw me away. Gasai-san was still a few meters away from us when I was about to let go of—oh...

Did Akise-kun throw me aside? Was he the one responsible? Why did he do that? Was it because of the fear of Gasai-san hurting me? No! That can't be! I was supposed to be the one protecting him! Despite the pain I'm feeling, I forced my bruised body up, letting my eyelids open... only to witness the gruesome scene playing out before me​​​—

It felt like forever. It felt like time was slowly moving forward. Tears were cascading down from my widened eyes. My arms were extended in his direction as I reached forward. My feet, despite being injured, sprinted towards him. I was screaming loudly for his name, praying that somehow, he would be saved. However... My wishes weren't granted.

"AKISE-KUN!"

I failed... didn't I? I was frozen like a statue on my spot. It didn't help my case when I realized that I wasn't able to take even a single step. I sharply inhaled. My parted lips were quivering. The silence was deafening to my ears. As much as I wanted the silence to be broken, it was devastating that the sound of a soft thud and object rolling on the floor resonated in the air too much for my liking. Mostly because the object was the head of my beloved...

Dull and lifeless carmine hues blankly stared at mine not too far away. Blood trickled down from the owner's mouth as some more gushed out from the obvious opening. The sight... was unbearable. Tears were threatening to break through the barrier and flow freely like an upstream river, but alas... I held it in.

Shadows formed over my face as I tilt my head down, hands clutched tight in a fist as I gritted my teeth. I can't take it anymore! My heart was pounding hard and angry against my chest. Hatred and ire were directed to a pair of sherbet-pink eyes, my own narrowing in a heated glare.

Gasai took a step forward, her blade ready at her side to strike its second victim. I couldn't care less, though. Animosity and adrenaline were the only things that fueled me, preventing my brain to make any apt decisions.

"GASAI YUNO!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, charging at the woman despite my injury.

She swung her blade at me, attempting to slice my head off just like how she did with Akise-kun, but I dodged the attack. She clicked her tongue in annoyance, retracting back her weapon to launch another attack on me. I barely missed the blade as she directly jabbed it into my face, cutting only my hair and grazing my cheek.

Seeing this as an opening, I wrapped my arms around hers that was holding the weapon before sending a strong bash on her right abdomen with my knee, presumably where her injury was. She let out a pained yelp and dropped the weapon. I instantly kicked the blade from her reach as I held onto her limbs.

"AMANO-KUN!" I yelled out, successfully earning his attention in the midst of my battle.

Gasai-san, however, saw through my intentions as she elbowed my back repeatedly, trying to loosen my iron grip on her. I let out a sharp breath at every jab, each more excruciating than the previous. I gritted my teeth in utter annoyance.

"WHY?! WHY CAN'T YOU UNDERSTAND IT, AMANO-KUN?!" I barked at the boy while struggling against the pink-haired psychopath.

He didn't respond. Fueled with anger, I used all my strength to throw Gasai-san away forcefully, stopping her from dealing damage to my back. I didn't look back. The loud thud and pained yelp were enough for me to know that she won't be getting up anytime soon.

"WE'RE TRYING TO STOP YOU! WE'RE TRYING TO CONVINCE YOU! WE'RE TRYING TO PROTECT YOU!" I continue to yell at him.

Tears were free falling from my eyes as I slowly made my way towards Akise-kun's body. I gasped for air at each painful step, forcing my way towards the white-haired male, only, his head wasn't intact. My knees gave up when I finally arrived at his body, panting profusely due to the lack of oxygen in my damaged lungs.

Wrapping my arms around his torso, I moved Akise-kun's body so he was resting on my lap. It horrified me, to see his beheaded body so close. But... I couldn't care less. This might be the last time that I'll be embracing him like this. My eyes wandered off for a moment and saw the phone he was holding. Even after being injured, he still got up. Even after knowing that he'll be killed, he still moved forward. He did all of this sacrifice... Just for him.

"Akise-kun..." I sobbed, finally letting go of the restraints that I placed on myself.

It was always like this. I was always watching Akise-kun from afar, seemingly only to view his back. It was like he was always somewhere far from me, somewhere that I can't possibly reach him. I was always catching up on him. I was always guarding him. I was always there to ensure that he was far from harm. I was his guardian angel—his protector.

For all the times that we've been together, I tried my hardest to conceal my emotions and feelings. I've always thought that in order to protect him, I must rid myself of those unnecessary things. Despite that, my love for him always grew. I told myself once that I shouldn't cry for his sake—that I shouldn't show weakness and vulnerability. But... it wouldn't be wrong to cry now, right...?

"So why...? Why did you do this...? How can you easily kill your friends like this...? You can't bring them back to life, you know?"  I sobbed harder, clutching tightly to Akise-kun's beheaded body. His warmth that I loved so much was fading away. "You can't bring them back... and yet, you still killed them... Why you must take him away from me...?"

I glanced up at the boy in front of me. The one who was responsible for all of my friend's death—Amano Yukiteru-kun. My blurry vision can still make out Amano-kun's eyes that was still wide in horror and confusion. He was crying... but not as much as I do. It hurts... Everything hurts...

"You know, Amano-kun... Akise-kun loved you so much... He only had his eyes on you... He only had his attention on you... He did everything to help you... To ensure that you are on the right path..."

I could hear Gasai-san's footsteps. She was coming closer. But despite the fact that she will end me soon, I just didn't care. I'm already done... My friends are dead, anyway. I have no home to return to. I have no one to return to. I'll be left alone if I still live. So why not join them on the other side, instead?

Letting out a defeated sigh, I turn my attention to the body I was holding. I flashed Akise-kun a bitter smile, before craning my head down to hug his body closer and tighter than before. Footsteps now ring close in my ear before stopping just behind me.

"I've always loved Akise-kun... But no matter what I do, his attention and love was always on you," I told the brunette, giving him a sorrowful smile as the blade pierced through my heart.

I gasped for air, bolting upright into a sitting position on my bed. Sweat covered my whole face as I panted, my eyes were wide as ever. There were tears that rolled from my eyes. I clenched my rapidly beating heart with my trembling hand. It felt so real... The pain of my heart being pierced through felt so real.

"[Name]-chan? Are you alright?"

A sudden voice snapped me out of my frightened daze. However, it only left me in a much more vigilant state. I whisked my head to the side and saw a familiar person standing by my doorway. My heart pounded hard against my chest at the sight of him. Soft white hair, pale skin, and alluring pink orbs. The male in my nightmares...

"Akise-kun..." I muttered unconsciously.

The male had a confused expression as he observed me. Closing the door behind him, he then walked towards where my bed is. My eyes were watching his every action as he sat on the edge of the bed. Reddish pink eyes were staring intently at my [e/c] ones, making me a bit uncomfortable at his unexpected gaze.

"Uh..."

"Are you okay, [Name]-chan? Did you have a nightmare again? You're sweating a lot," the boy asked worriedly as he got out his handkerchief and wiped my sweat with it.

"U-uh... I'm fine, really. I just had a bad dream, no need to worry too much about me, Akise-kun," I blurted out, waving my hand dismissively.

However, he only frowned at my response, pausing his actions. "Why are you calling me Akise-kun? You're used to calling me Acchan, right?"

"Eh?"

My [e/c] irises were staring at his equally confused ones, we're both baffled, to say the least. Did I really used to call him Acchan instead of Akise-kun just like in my dreams? It might be. Maybe it was because of the nightmare that I kept experiencing or the insomnia that follows that lead me to this predicament? Or maybe it is the dream's influence to make me act like this? Who knows...

"I'm sorry, Acchan. I just woke up and was disoriented at the moment," I reasoned, flashing him an apologetic smile.

"It's fine," he returned back the smile with his gentle ones, making me flush in embarrassment.

Ah... I knew it. Dream or not, I knew that my feelings for him remains the same. After a few minutes of silence, I finally calmed down⁠—my heart was returning to its usual rhythm, my body wasn't anymore trembling, and sweat stopped rolling down my face. I took this as a chance to evaluate my current situation. Speaking of which, why did I just suddenly call him Akise-kun if I used to call him Acchan? If I did, isn't it automatic that my brain and mouth would think of that name and speak of it? But considering that I've just woken up and was shaken, I guess it's fair to say that my brain wasn't functioning well.

I've recalled all of the memories that I've spent with the albino, and true enough, all I could remember was calling him Acchan instead of Akise-kun. That nightmare had left me still frightened, and I can't ignore the prolonged sensation that it was real. Ridding myself of that thought, I tried to find a reason why it happened. I remembered rumors that said dreams have the ability to warp people's way of perceiving reality and began accepting those imaginations to be corporeal.

I've also recalled that my friend told me before that she'd experienced this. She had a dream about her late grandmother still alive, and after she woke up, she came to believe that even though her grandmother was long deceased. She eventually realized that, but she commented on how it felt so eerily real. Maybe that's what I'm experiencing currently, right? Though, I'm displeased with the fact that it had to be a nightmare like that.  

"Breakfast is ready downstairs. I'll be waiting for you after you've freshened up," Acchan informed me, patting my bedhead a bit before standing up to leave.

I glanced at Acchan's back as he strode towards the door. It was always like this. Acchan was always walking away from me⁠—going somewhere far from my reach. I frowned at the reality of it. Out of the blue, a horrid image flashed in my eyes⁠—the nightmare wherein Acchan was marching to his death; a woman was charging towards him, her blade ready to behead the said male.

My breath hitched at the vision, seeing that it vanished shortly just like how it appeared. Without second thoughts, I rushed to get off the bed, my arms extended in Acchan's direction. Once his back was within reach, I instantly let my arms snake around his body, my grip on him was tight as ever. It made him halt in his steps, about to turn the knob open.

I knew that my actions were rash and unjustified, but... I'm afraid... afraid of losing him just like in my nightmare. Resisting the urge to cry on the spot, I buried my face deep in his broad back.

"[Name]-chan?" Acchan's voice was soft and delicate like a flower, but underneath, it held confusion.

I didn't utter a single word. I just let myself stay frozen for a moment... that is... until my body started trembling.

"[Name]-chan, are you okay?" I could feel Acchan move his head to check on me, his voice lingering with concern.

"Promise me..." I choked out a sob, trying to contain the upcoming tears, "Promise me, Acchan, that you won't leave me... Please promise me that."

I can't take it... I just can't take it anymore... Just thinking about the possibility is killing me. Just remembering the fresh memory of that horrid nightmare is enough to make me insane. I just can't...

My heart was jumping loud and fast against my chest. The tears that I tried suppressing cascaded freely like a waterfall. I hiccuped, doing my best to stop my shaking hand but to no avail. Soon, I choked out another sob.

"[Name]-chan..." Acchan called for the third time.

I could feel his arms move and his larger, calloused hands gently grabbed mines. He carefully lifted it off his chest, making me back away for a bit. Once he finally remove himself from me, I let my limbs fall to my side. I unconsciously closed my lids, afraid to see him eye to eye.

Maybe he's disgusted with me... What else could it be, right? After all, I did beg him to not leave me. We're not a couple, nor are we dating. I'm also sure that Acchan only sees me as a friend and nothing more... but...

I love him.

My chest hurts just at the thought of ruining our friendship because of that unwanted gesture and stupid request. Acchan can't possibly love me back... right?

"I'm so⁠—hmph?!"

My eyes were wide as it could ever be. I was about to apologize because of my actions, but instead, I was shut up by soft lips on mine. Those lips belong to no other than Akise Aru⁠—Acchan. The only boy that I laid my eyes on. The one that stole my heart. And the one that I love so deeply that I was so afraid of losing him. I've always assumed that he didn't feel the same towards me, and that was the reason why I didn't take advances. However, it seems that my assumption was proven wrong.

The kiss lasted a moment when Acchan pulled away. My [e/c] orbs were gazing back at his ruby ones, albeit blurry due to tears. I was dumbfounded. I was speechless. I could only stare at Acchan's handsome features and feel myself calm down with just that⁠—my heartbeat was regaining its normal rhythm, my body ceased trembling, and my tears stopped flowing.

Acchan smiled at me⁠—a loving one. "I promise, [Name]-chan. I promise that I won't leave you. Ever."

And with that, he slowly leaned in while wrapping his arms around me. As our lips connected, I fluttered my eyes close and Acchan pulled me closer to his body. I melted in the passionate kiss as my body relaxed in his loving embrace. All of my worries washed away; all I could think of at this moment was Acchan's words echoing in my mind.

"I promise."

[pwnyta]

Okay so there’s the thing… I play CROB still (for some reason 💀) and couple of updates ago I sent you a pretty long message about all the changes and how ugly they are and how much I hate them and how they demotivate me and I don’t really wanna play the game, but that message, sadly, was completely lost when I sent it because of the internet disconnection… so, I was really angry about it and just decided to let it be.

But OOOOOOHHHHH MYYYYYYYY GOOOOOOOOOD I CANNOT DO THIS ANYMORE‼️‼️‼️‼️ THIS FUCKING GAME JUST GETS WORSE AND WORSE, UGLIER AND UGLIER, LESS AND LESS CONVENIENT I— god I REALLY don’t want to be angry about it, but I’ve been playing this game for 2-3 years and put good amount of many into it (let’s not discuss whether it was a good idea or not, I have money to spare and CROB was one of my hobbies), but now the game is just so. Fucking. BAD.

Bro.

They changed the way to level up characters. I LEGITIMATELY don’t know how to do it anymore. You can pay GEMS to level up your characters (yes, you heard it right), they got rid of the character and pet gachas, BUT IT DIDNT MAKE IT BETTER!!!! I AM!!! SO‼️ ANGRYYYYYYY AGHHHHHH‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

Today was a new update (it’s a Yogurca update) and I’m just…. Not only did they bring ANOTHER legendary treasure that is near impossible to get (I spent 50k+ gems that I’ve saved up + a lot of free pulls for treasure gacha and didn’t get SHIT), But also - and, tbf, I didn’t connect the dots until I went to the CROB’s YouTube channel - they’ve released a BOMBER cookie with a BOMBER jelly shapes for a middle eastern inspired world during Ramadan… need I say more?

God I’m so tired. I really liked CROB, I preferred it heavily over CRK, I was there for quite some time, but devs just get greedier and greedier, and they keep making game uglier and less convenient. I really don’t want to leave it behind, because, well, I put money into it, but outside of that, I still really like characters, I love their designs, I love the concept of the game and I REALLY love guild runs, they are fun! But at this point, I just login into the game everyday for rewards and to login into guild lottery. I just… god I feel so defeated. Why are they doing it? If the game is doing worse than they want, then just pull the fucking plug. I understand that some people are going to play and going to whale no matter what - I’ve already seen people with fully refined new legendary treasure, and that shit came out only couple of hours ago. But my GOD. I really liked this game, I felt nice while playing it, I liked the sense of accomplishment when I was getting better. Now the game is ugly, I don’t understand how to fucking LEVEL UP the characters and just….. ugh. Sorry for this rant, I just needed to talk about it somewhere 😓

Damn… Yeah IDK whats with CROB lately either. Im assuming theyre just putting more time and resources into CRK now, I know they never expected for CROB to get as consistently popular and well loved as it did and were planning for it to end well before… but like I honestly wish if they dont wanna do it anymore that they really did just shut it down rather than making things super bad until people just leave.

Which I mean theyre PROBABLY not going out of the way to make the game worse… but certainly FEELS that way. Or I guess its more they just wanna make more money off it. Since the Gacha was super generous when I was playing at least with the character/pet Gacha

And Peppercorn Cookie... great design... probably ANYWHERE ELSE at ANY OTHER TIME would have been a better time to release her... remarkably tone deaf.

It all really sucks since with Kingdom you need a higher end phone and it takes up way more space so theres probably a lot more people on the poorer side of things playing CROB which is probably why its so popular still… IDK.

Well IDK what to tell ya… I know I really loved the game and praised it for a long time and even spend money on it as well cuz I really enjoyed it… but it just stopped being worth it. If your still having fun just enjoy what you can… if you just wanna see the characters im sure you can find the stories on Youtube or something so you dont have to waste your time with it…

No worries tho. Im always ready to commiserate the loss of a good series or game...

(Unlike BNHA Im more sad about CROB than mad about it.)

[dlux0124]

As u stand here outside admiring the quiet, yet blustery wind of a fall eving in Western WA, I suddenly realize I can feel it starting to happen. I feel my control beginning to slip, and the pressure on my bottom beginning to increase steadily, because I am a single abdl, I prefer not regularly pack my pampers full with a mess, but as I'm out in the middle of no where doing some solo fall camping a toilet nowhere to be found for 30-40 miles in any direction. I know it's going to happen eventually. Probably just as I'm pulling back up to my trailer at my spot knowing my luck. Or even on the drive back, I'll hit a bump I didn't see and right there in the driver seat I'll loose control and just like a toddler I'll poop my toddler print diaper and because IL be doing it already sitting it's gonna start out spreading out all over the inside of my infantile disposable but because I'm driving poorly maintained forest service roads I'll be bouncing around in my dirty diaper all the way back to camp. God I wish I had someone to help me, I wish I wasn't alone I need to to feel loved I need to feel cared for, a d I would die for someone willing to help me get cleaned up and into a fresh diaper., and even better just as I put my first foot in my truck to head back all hopes of holding out have been shattered as I feel my bottom expell my mess starting slowly then increasing until I have a clear definitve bulge in the seat of my pants that wasn't there jus 10 seconds ago . I go ahead and give a good push to make it's all out and no there's more and I end up doubling the load in my seat. Knowing there's no use trying to avoid it, defeated I just plop down right on my bottom. I feel the contents of my diaper squish up and back, and to the front. I feel completely defeated, and infa tile as I bounce down the mountain road.

But as I'm nearing my camp, I see a campfire through the trees odd, I was the only soul out here for miles when I left camp. As I pull in to my camp site I notice just a short few hundred feet away there's a small group of both men and women standing around their campfire, as I shut off my truck and get out silently praying they stay over there until I can get my generator started and into my trailer to clean up and change, I can't help but notice the guys have more than a couple drinks and the ladies don't sound to be appreciating the energy the guys are putting off. I quickly start my generator and go to unlock the door and go inside when I hear, the girls declare they're done and are gonna come ask me for a ride back to town. I try to hurry up and just as I open the door the girls are standing by my side, and all are almost begging for help and chaoticly trying to explain their situation at the same time. I finally get them quoted down, and just as I start to tell them I need a couple minutes, one of them sniffs the air deeply, and gets a questioning look on her face, and in short order the other two also follow suit. That's when the first one asks who stepped in poop? To which one of the other ones quickly replies no it smells more like someone's baby needs their diaper changed. They all turn to me with a questioning gaze, ok I start, yes I will help you, but, first I need to get cleaned up and changed, are you OK to wait out here while I hope inside and use my bathroom.

Now with a slightly concerned look on all three faces the one standing closest to me who has yet to say anything really says, "do you mind if we wait inside? I mean I'm a nurse I'd even be willing to help you change your diaper if you'll let us come in, we just met those guys tonight and they led us to believe there was some kind of big party going on out here so we thought why not. But turns out their idea of a big party was getting us out here and trying to have some weird stingers type orgie with the three of us and yeah we're not that type of girls......

I agree to let them come in and wait in my trailer, and thank the girl for her offer, but they can just hang out down stairs while I go up stairs and change real quick. (For those unaware, fifth wheel trailers do intact have two levels my particular trailer the main bedroom and toilet/bathroom area are upstairs, the kitchen living area are down. I have customized my trailer to make it more comfy for me so once inside I grab the TV remote for the big screen turn it on tell them to make themselves at home, watch a movie, play some music whatever and I hand off the remote saying there's drinks in the fridge and snacks in the cupboard if your interested. I'm gonna get cleaned up now. And head upstairs and draw the privacy curtain.

Now while thoroughly embarrassed having been caught wearing a messy diaper, they're stranger whatever they didn't actually see my diaper, so whatever. Knowing that the nearest town is an hour each way obviously I need a clean diaper for the drive so I set to work gathering my supplies, I take off my pants then spread out my changing mat on the bed, suddenly I feel a draft from the direction of the stairs and can suddenly hear the music they started very crisply.... I turn around to see all three women stand their Jaws dropped, with smiles behind the open mouth. I start stammering not sure of how to proceed.

That's when the woman who pointed put the stinking smell was most likely a dirty diaper, speaks up. "Um wow ok cutie, your diaper is absolutely adorable! Look at all the cute animals all over, so just going on a hunch here, you don't medically need diapers do you?" Mortified with my eyes locked on the ground just infrobt of me I shake my head no. " it's OK honey, we're not judging we all actually think your really cute despite the messy diaper, " then the nurse chimes in real quick I'm so sorry I came to ask if you minded if I used your toilet real quick, since you aren't gonna be needing it. " I still staring at the ground motion towards the toilet door and say merely sure go ahead. She walks up to me grabs my chin and pulls moves my gaze to meet hers "hey your ok, there's no need to be embarrassed you listen to those two I'll be right out and I'll get you out of your icky pampers and into a nice clean diadee ok sweetness?" And she steps into the toilet room and starts to close the door then after turning in the light she remarks, "o.g girls check this out, it's like a graffiti port a potty, but with nothing but affirmations and positive thoughts and messages, and inspirational quotes. She then drops her pants and panties and sits down door still flPping in the breeze. The other are reading some of the walls messages while I uncomfortably standing there. Then suddenly the gal that spoke first when they came up looked at me and exclaimed" omg we ate so rude cuteness. I'm Sarah the nurse is Becca and this is Kara! What's your name baby? " ishyly reply, I'm sean"

Nice to meet you Sean, then another mind blowing realization hits her, "girls did you see the ceiling? It looks like stars!!" I comment "1008 stars to be precise and that was a time consu.ing part of the customization but it turned out pretty cool." At this point Becca and Kara ate both in awe of the fiber optic star display. "You did this? No way" Sara says. "Yup drilled all 1008 holes fought the tangled mess of fiber optic strands, placed the panels and routed the fiber optics into the closet all by myself, took me 7 days but l8ke I said I think it turned out pretty good despite the frustration levels of fighting those fiber optic strands and holding up the panels and stapling them to the rafters..... it was frustrating and exhausting but worth it I think." They all agree in unison "heck yeah, it's so pretty!

"OK Mr stinker, let's bring your stuff down stairs and get you in a clean diaper ok?" Says Becca as her and Kara grab everything and start nudging me down stairs as I turn around to start walking I get 1,2,3 smacks on my diapered butt. As I whip my head back I quickly notice all three girls smirking and pulling their hands back "come on go" says Kara. So I confused lead the way downstairs.

I feelca tug at the waistband of my diaper and stop immediately, dead in my tracks. "Hhhmmmmmm that's a very big mess you got there stinker, you were playing in it so much you almost blew out and up you back." Comments Sarah as she cups the seat of my saggy diaper and pushes it against my bottomand playfully smash the dirty diaper against me more. Becca is spreading out the change mat and and pats it right in the middle. " " come on butt right here." She giggles as she pats the flooring begin to try to say that she didn't have to do this, but just as I open my mouth to speak, before I I could make a sound, Kara oops my binkyvin my mouth. "Shhhh shhhh shhh laydown! No talking. Defeated I get down and lay down. Somethings a little different about Becca though, somethings missing but I'm not sure what.

Before I've got time to realize it, I feel a cool breeze on my groin area, Becca's already got the front of my diaper down. And is beginning to wipe my poopy butt, it's become a team event, Kara's hold my legs up, Becca's wiping and Sara is handing her wipes as needed. I've never had three cute girls paying so close attention to my butt. It's even kinda starting to turn me on. Then I feel a super cold pressing sensation "relax baby, I hear Becca calmly directing me and I try then I feel the cold sensation slip through and into me, "what do you think girls should I try three?" And I feel what I'm now assuming we're two of beccas fingers pull out and almost instantly a girthier sensation back in, and she kinda starts rocking her hand against my bottom and an uncontrollable grunt escapes out of me. I can feel my hard on starting to twitch. I see Kara look at it, yup he's almost there Becca, he's leaking precum pretty good. At which point she picks up the pace a little bit but applies a more firm pressure at the same time, I feel starting, and a moan and grunt escape my lips again as I start erupting, hitting Kara on the chin then all across her chest on her t-shirt. "Wow, I don't think I've ever seen a guy cum so much or shoot so far before." Both Sara and Becca look upcat her and gasp and start giggling. "Hmmm that's pretty hot Kara, " Sara says as she reaches over and swipes one of the ribbons of cum off of Kara's breastvand places it right in her mouth. "Mmmm someone's been eating his pineapple!" Which quickly prompts both girls to follow suit, both offering an agreeing mmmm, and nodding.

Sara hands a diaper to Becca who expertlyvopens it up gives it a good fluff, and guides my legs back down with wipe in hand she makes quick work of the rest of the clean up my cock still throbbing rock hard as if I hadn't just experienced one of the most intense orgasms ever. Suddenly I realize what was different about Becca as she had no quickly repositioned herself so that she's using her dripping juices to lube up my cock. And then like that she slides right onto me and starts rocking back and forth and with each hip movement she sinks lower and lower down my shaft until she's taken all of me inside her and she groans, my eyes roll back and I can't stop my self from shouting drunk with lust "fuck you're so fucking tight!!! And I grip her hips.

Need a part 2? Wanna find out how the rest of the surprise night plays out? Let me know.

[twstedstoryshop]

And They Shared A Bed

A scenario in which Yuu is willing to share their bed with a needy Ace after he gets kicked out the dorm for eating a certain tart.

Content: Ace x GN!Yuu, Fluff

“Just let me stay with you, Prefect! I’m real slim. I won’t take up much space!” Were the words that tumbled out of Ace without the slightest hesitation. It was something that honestly caught Yuu off-guard. With a personality like Ace’s, Yuu thought that he’d be the last person to want to share a bed. 

Though with the sorry state the guy was in, it looked like Ace was going to take whatever comfort he could get. Yuu ruffled the hairs on the back of their head awkwardly. It wasn’t like bed-sharing was scandalous for them, they’ve had sleepovers before where friends had to lay next to them. But they literally just met the guy this morning! Hell, how they even met was because of Ace being a jerk! As much as Yuu tried to reason with themself, their resolve crumbled when Ace threw them a shameless puppy-eyed look. His cherry red eyes practically gleamed for Yuu to reconsider.

Yuu sighed in defeat, their shoulders slumped. “Alright, alright, enough of that, Trappola. You can crash with me in my room….”

Ace did a little fist pump of victory while Grim bit back a yowl. “Henchman, you can’t be serious!? We don’t have enough space on our bed!”

“Oh yes, we do! More than enough! You would know that especially, right, Mr. Bed Hogger?” Yuu grumbled.

At that, Grim shut his mouth with a small “Geh…” and his ears flattened in defeat. A look that certainly had Ace chuckling and earned an immediate stink eye from the feline.

“Alright, c’mon. I’ll take you upstairs and you can freshen up before bed.”

“Yeeeees~! Thank you so much, benevolent Ramshackle Prefect! Your kindness knows no bounds!” Ace sang in mock-praise and Yuu immediately started to question their choice. 

Past the dusty stairway and behind a rather creaky door, Ace would follow Yuu right into their bedroom. It looked to be the biggest place out of all Ramshackle with a pretty large bed, ample space, and even a fireplace being situated against one wall. Though with the sorry state it was in, Ace doubted it would be providing warmth anytime soon. Speaking of warm, Ace was already starting to feel the woes Grim and Yuu had to face living in this dump of a building. Even with his uniform jacket on, a chill shuddered through him and he rubbed his arms.

“Geez, how do you even sleep here at night? Grim I can understand cuz he’s a furball, but you? You don’t even look like you’re wearing heavy pajamas.”

“I am not a furball!” Grim exclaimed while he was in the middle of hoisting his favorite pillow to the foot of the bed. Before he could get himself more riled, Yuu quickly settled the monster cat down and patted his back to get him to sleep.

“Eh, I tend to run warm usually. Sorry I can’t do much given how we’re stuck with,” they gestured vaguely to their surroundings, “--this. I’d offer you more blankets if most of them weren’t shredded by moths…”

Ace sighed, his posture slumped a bit. “Ah well, beggars can’t be choosers. I’m gonna use your bathroom then,” with that, the auburn-haired teen trudged off. Fortunately, hot water still ran through Ramshackle’s pipes, which was a bit of a surprise on Ace’s part. However, even while he tried to wash his face and hair with the warm water, the comfort would be fleeting once he stepped back into the chilly bedroom. Yuu was getting themself comfortable and Grim was knocked out immediately, snoring peacefully with drool dribbling down his chin. Ace wrinkled his nose at Grim’s sloppy sleeping as he rested his uniform’s outerwear on a nearby chair. He mentally slapped himself for not grabbing a bag of essentials before marching out here.

“You sure you’re gonna be okay sleeping in your uniform?” Yuu asked, then pointed at their neck. “And with that collar clamped around your neck?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll make do. If anything, I can always grab fresh clothes when we go back to apologize.”

“You mean when you go to apologize.”

“Yes, yes, of course,” Ace said dismissively, earning him an eye-roll from Yuu.

Eventually, Ace would slip right under the covers and Yuu rolled on their side, turning their back on Ace. They snuggled into the sheets, yawned, and gave a lazy, “good night” to Ace. The boy mumbled back the same phrase and tried his best to find his way to sleep. Emphasis on tried. Not even a good five minutes in Yuu’s sleep and they felt something shaking the bed slightly. Yuu looked over their shoulder to see the lump that was Ace shivering like a leaf caught on a blustery day.

“Ace. Ace!” Yuu hissed softly.

“Wha–?”

“Dude, is that you?” A moment of awkward pause.

“Yeah… Sorry, I’m really cold,” Ace mumbled.

“No, you’re fine. I just– hmm… How are we going to do this? I can feel you shaking next to me.”

“I can just go back downstairs and sleep on the couch, if I’m keeping you up,” he sighed.

“No, no, if anything, I’m worried you’re gonna catch a cold down there, cuz if you’re trembling here, you’re not gonna survive down there.”

“Well what do you suggest we do? You don’t have any more sheets right?”

“We can sleep with our backs touching.”

This time, it was Ace’s turn to look over his shoulder and shoot Yuu with an incredulous look. Something that Yuu instantly scoffed at. “Don’t you dare act weird now after you begged to come into my bed.”

“D-Don’t say it like that! It sounds bad like that!” Ace stammered out, his voice raising with the heat gathering in his cheeks.

“Shhh, shut up! You’re gonna wake Grim up! Do you want to be warm or not…!?”

“Fine, fine!” He grumbled in defeat. He felt Yuu scoot closer and a weight gently pressed against his back. Instantly, he felt warmth crawl along his spine. Yuu wasn’t kidding when they said their body ran warm. Ace relaxed, surprised that even just the close proximity was enough to comfort him. Yuu sighed softly in relief as they felt the tension in Ace slowly dissipate. Once again, they closed their eyes and nuzzled into the comforter. They focused, the darkness behind their eyelids beckoning them to the land of sleep… Until a familiar shaking against their back had their eyes snapped open. Ace didn’t even have the nerve to look back as he felt a pair of eyes bore into the back of his head.

“Trappola, I’m spooning you right now.”

Ace choked. He tried to spin around to face Yuu, ready to protest but the Prefect was faster than him. They latched onto him, body flushed against his, and their legs already tangling. Ace squirmed and frantically tried to slip out of Yuu’s arms that wound tightly around his waist.

“Lemme go!” He whispered harshly.

“Not if you’re going to be rattling like this the whole time. Neither of us are going to sleep at this rate. So either relax while I hold you or I’m legit going to kick you into the cold.”

Ace gritted his teeth as he weighed his options. It was cold enough already in this bedroom so how was the rest of this dusty, old building going to feel like? It’s only going to be for one night, he chanted silently in his mind and Ace went limp in defeat. “Just– stop holding me so tight…!” 

Yuu complied off course, loosening their hold on Ace in favor of a more comfortable position for the both of them. Yuu rested their forehead squarely between Ace’s shoulder blades, their arms now loosely held around Ace. With being so close to their fellow student, Yuu couldn’t help but to take in Ace’s natural scent. They could smell his light sweat leftover from the day’s antics of running around the campus and in the Dwarves’ Mine, but also a hint of something else. Tea with maybe a whiff of crumbled tarts? Whatever it was, it definitely a whole lot better than the must and dust in Ramshackle.

With Yuu so close now, Ace was forced to stay still as a statue. Yet as the minutes flew by, he began to let go of his tension. Of course, that didn’t stop his cheeks from glowing with red and being hyper aware of his fast beating heart. He screwed his eyes shut, trying desperately to not think about the situation he was in. Though in his mind, he began to wonder. When was the last time he had ever been hugged tenderly like this? Sure he had his rough hugs from his teasing dad and older brother along with the gentle hugs he’d offer to his mom. Yet those kinds of embraces were fleeting, something you only ever gave to family. Hell, he didn’t even get this far in cuddling with his past girlfriend.

Yet here he was, melting into a state of pure calm with this Prefect sharing body heat with him. Where once were whirling embarrassed thoughts now faded into a peaceful silence. Sleep finally washed over the two as the exhaustion from today’s activities finally hit them in one fell swoop.

♥♥♥

Being a ghost definitely had its perks besides well, y’know, the whole deal with not being among the living. No need to walk, didn’t have to worry about the pains of having a fleshy vessel, plus you get to be invisible and phase through walls. This certainly helped when one decided to maybe snoop around and see some rather interesting sights. No one would be none the wiser after all, since dead men tell no tales, right? That was what was going through the minds of the three resident ghosts of Ramshackle as they poked their heads through the Prefect’s wall.

They had decided to maybe give their newfound guests a surprise alarm on their first day at NRC. It was the least they could do for their new friends! But that idea went flying out the window the moment they laid their eyes on the bed. The late night visitor of Yuu’s was clinging onto them like they were his safety blanket. His face nuzzled deeply against their chest, arms held tight onto their waist. Meanwhile Yuu in their sleep was more than willing to hold Ace snuggly. One hand rested on the back of his head while the other was draped lazily on his shoulder. They even nestled their face close in Ace’s wild locks. Both slept deeply, so unaware of how they looked.

The three ghosts giggled to themselves and exchanged fond looks. “Shucks, ain’t they cute?”

“Maybe we can give ‘em five more minutes?”

“Yeah, five more minutes wouldn’t hurt…”

Sadly, the cute morning ended instantly the moment rough knocking was heard on the front door. Something, both Yuu and Ace were awakened too. Where once was a quiet morning was now replaced by panicked yells, bodies tumbling out of bed, and accusations being flung around. All while a poor confused Deuce stood outside with wide eyes.

[morganwrites12672]

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STEVE HARRINGTON X HARGROVE READER

"It sucked, she was. I don't know how to say it. So loopy, and all she wanted was sex," billy complains. He tosses his shirt on the back of the chair in his room. He sits on the foot of the bed and runs his hands through his hair.

"Was it good sex, like Cali good?" You question, giving your twin a playful shove.

"Well, yeah. But I wouldn't mind being able to like, date," he states, "How was your date with Harrington," Now it's Billy's turn to tease .

"It was great, we went to the movies. With Dustin, but that's how it always ends up," you start pacing, "It was some shitty horror movie. Dustin ended up sitting on my lap. Steve was pissed, but couldn't stay mad,"

Billy starts laughing at your uneventful date. "I hate his guts, but he really makes you smile. I haven't seen you this happy since you spent all day surfing "

"I miss it," you move to hug him goodnight, the hug lingers to long for him to be okay.

You see a brief flash of pain on his face before he covers it with a smile.

You cross your arms, "What's wrong, " you ask softly.

"It's nothing go to bed. You have your midterm," he says trying to convince you to leave.

You sit on his bed and motion for him to lay down.

"Yn, no, " he says opening the door.

"yn yes. You dont have someone to hold you while you cry. But untill you find yourself a girl that is my job," you sit go and hug him.

His voice breaks as he says, "Yn. Please just go," a single tear falls. You hug him and shut the door.

Wrapping your arms around his waist, he starts to cry. "it's fucking everything," he lets go of your grasp after a minute and looks at you with tear stained cheeks, "what if I lose you. You saved my life by risking yours at starcourt, you took torture and bullets for Harrington," he looks you dead in the eye, "You save everybody. But don't let them save you,"

You start twirling your hair around your finger, "It's over. We defeated vecna, love you Billy goodnight," you say rushing out

You sit on the floor and look out your window. The sun had set long before. You always stayed up to wait on Billy for dates. He did the same unless you told him you wouldn't be back.

You had a better relationship with Susan, she had visited you in the hospital. Your dad was mad. Mad, why? Because you had made Susan upset over getting injured.

Max was fine, thank god. Everybody was okay. The only two to receive any possible fatal injuries were you and Eddie. You both recovered, and everybody was safe. So, why did it feel like something was wrong?

You pick up your phone. Should you call Steve? After all of the shit you had gone through together, whispered phone calls in the middle of the night were a regular thing.

Before you can decide you set the phone down and lay on the floor.

As you debate calling your phone rings. You quickly answer it.

"Hargrove, yn hargrove," you say into the phone, praying it was Steve.

"Baby," he says sounding like he was worried about you also.

"Hey what's wrong, Stevie," you coo. The pain and worry in his voice scaring you

"Just.... a bad dream. Love you, you need sleep,"

"I was actually about to call you. I had this feeling something was wrong. Talk to me, or do you want me to talk to you," you say, preventing him from hanging up.

You twirl your hair around your finger as you wait for a response.

"Please, baby," he almost whines. You can almost picture it: he is laying across his bed, covers and sheets astrewn. Hair is sticking to his slightly damp forehead.

"Okay well. You already know this but, I am going to tell you about our date," no complaints are a silent signal for you to continue, " It started out like a regular evening. But then Dustin called me while I was finishing my hair, and he sounded lonely. I couldn't say no. So we went to see some shitty, horror movie. You laughed at how terrible the fake gore was. I saw the brief look of jealousy whenever Dustin moved in my lap. The way your eyes looked like you might murder him. I think you were more jealous Dustin sat in my lap over yours, instead of the fact that a teenage boy, whom we know has a crush on me was in my lap,"

The only repsonse was a gentle hum, to let you know he was there.

You continued describing little things he did that week, the tell tale sound of soft snoring a signal that your job was done.

You looked at the time, four in the morning. How the hell did you talk for two hours?

You open your door to use the restroom, and a body drops in. Billy. He must have been listening to your phone call.

You drag him to his bed and tuck him in.

After whispering goodnight you shut the door and wonder. Why? Why couldn't everything be like this? Safe. You quicky use the restroom before heading back to bed.

[moririki]

⤷ A BLOODSTAINED CONFESSION

RENGOKU KYOJURO X READER -> 3.6K
you patch up your fellow hashira after the hardest fight of your lives

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CONTAINS -> MUGEN TRAIN SPOILERS like before the cut and everything, mentions of blood + gore, so kinda angsty but definitely a fluffy ass ending, reader is a hashira but it's left ambiguous as to what element you are👍, i watched the movie two months ago so my recollection of dialogue and plot may be *slightly* off, near-death experience, idk how to write combat so i just... didn’t, reader lowkey thirsts over rengoku's back muscles and shit because why tf not, idk how injuries work aaaa
MORI'S THOUGHTS -> rengoku my beloved,,, he deserves the world,, i think i should have made this less angsty im SORRY (i rlly heard "extra fluffy" and it just went 👩🏻➡️ straight through my head huh) also i bet you guys missed me and my late-ass posting <3 but here i am!! for now!! yeahhhh!! i feel like the writing in this got a little repetitive so i apologise for that

APPARENTLY, THE DESTRUCTION OF AN ENTIRE TRAIN wasn't enough to end this mission. even with one lower six demon defeated, another much stronger one had replaced it. the arrival of akaza was a significant turning point in the battle, and one that you cursed yourself for missing.

you should have known that this mission would he more dangerous than expected when both you and rengoku had been deployed to the train, alongside three rookies. you should have known better than to let rengoku convince you to stay back and help evacuate rather than let him handle it alone.

he had been so full of confidence- squeezing your hand firmly before rushing off, leaving you feeling slightly lightheaded from the brief contact of his warm palm. you should have wished him luck, told him to be careful, anything, but he was gone before you had the chance.

you made quick work of evacuating the passengers of the derailed train, making sure that they were all confirmed to be outside of the carriages before entrusting their safety to zenitsu and nezuko. it was around when you had carried out the last passenger that you felt the ground rumble beneath your feet, coming from the other side of the embankment that you were currently placed at. 

before you gave yourself time to really think things through, you were shouting instructions to the pair of demon slayers and dashing off towards the source of the noise, hand readily placed on your sword. that was the direction that rengoku ran is all that went through your mind.

the scene that you found yourself facing did little to quell your fears. you reached two bodies first, recognising them as the hapless figures of inosuke and tanjiro. from a glance you could see the extent of their injuries, with the latter laying on the ground barely conscious. the boar-headed one could only stare at the fight happening several metres away, his shoulders slumped in defeat and swords hanging by his sides.

“there’s no opening,” he only whispered, barely audible. that much was true. even you had difficulty keeping up with the movements of rengoku and the demon that he was fighting. the fact that it had already been several minutes and that there was no clear advantage concerned you, and you unsheathed your sword.

“you two stay put, and learn what it means to be a hashira, alright?” you tried offering a brilliant smile, much like you had seen the flame hashira do so many times, but you hoped that yours didn't fall flat. from the slight relief shown on tanjiro’s worn face, though, you took that as a good sign.

without wasting another second, you rushed towards rengoku and the demon, assessing their movements. inosuke wasn’t joking when he said there wasn’t any opening, their movements equally matched. you took the chance and struck when rengoku managed to get the demon to stumble back. bringing your sword down in a vertical strike, you severed one of its arms, before taking a cursory glance back at rengoku to make sure that he was alright.

your wound did little to hinder the demon, as it simply chuckled before regrowing its limb.

“oh? another hashira? don’t tell me you think that this is a fair match,” the demon sneered as you held your sword in front of you, still nervously eyeing the blood that was beginning to drip at rengoku’s feet. it amazed you as to how he was still standing, let alone also ready to keep fighting, but you weren’t going to stop him with that amount of determination in his eyes.

“i wouldn’t say that you appearing after we had to fight an entire train was fair either, but here we are,” you glared at the demon, adjusting the grip on your sword.

“think you can hold on a little longer?” you asked rengoku, still facing the demon.

“always.” you could picture the steadfast smile on his face, lending you his strength whenever you needed it. you took a deep breath, starting your total concentration breathing and launching off of your foot, propelling yourself forwards.

you heard rengoku's footsteps right behind you, dependable as ever. when you swung your sword and sliced through, you knew that the flame hashira was there to follow through with a co-ordinated attack.

despite your best efforts, the upper six demon lived up to its status and provided to be more than a challenge for even both you and rengoku fighting him simultaneously. in fact, akaza had even managed to gain the upper hand a few times, leaving you with a cracked rib that was making it more difficult to focus and control your breathing.

but you and rengoku's big break arrived in the form of a rising sun that leeched itself into your surroundings. the glow was nothing but welcomed by you, though your demon opponent let fear flicker across its face for the first time this night as it turned foot and fled. the invisible adrenaline-fuelled strings that held you up snapped, and you felt the strength from your body sap, too spent to gove chase to akaza.

the bitter taste of defeat crushed you, numbing your senses as you barely heard the cries of tanjiro as he yelled at the retreating figure of akaza. you turned to your fellow yashira, eyes widening and senses returning as you took in the way he had slumped to the floor, head bowed as he kneeled.

"no, don't you dare," you mumbled, dropping to your knees too in front of him. panic gave your limbs a new purpose as your hands stretched out in front of you, seeking out the warmth rengoku still emitted even when mortally wounded.

the most pressing matter was the dark stain of blood that gave his uniform an unnatural sheen that was still spreading. you pressed a hand to the source of it, a large gash across his stomach that was much too deep for your liking. your other hand came to rest on his face, tilting his head up to look at you for any sort of good sign to cling onto.

"you better stay alive!" your voice was shrill, harsher than you wanted it to be, but those were factors you could hardly control more than the blood oozing from rengoku's stomach. you could see how unfocused his eyes were, and how heavy his head was when only being propped up by the waning strength in your hand. your own injuries had been forgotten, cast aside in favour for you to fear for the flame hashira's life.

and still, despite everything, the man still smiled. the blood covering half his face did little to mar its radiance. rengoku raised a shaking, bloody hand of his own, letting it fall heavy against your own as you felt your hold begin to slip.

"you're hurt too, you know." his words were more of a shaky exhale, though you heard it all the same. you felt a smile slip onto yours too as rengoku proved to still be so vigilant in the wellbeing of others.

"you don't need to remind me, shut up and save your energy," you whispered back. you didn't trust yourself to speak any louder in fear of your voice cracking.

"but.. i have to tell you something." the insistence in his eyes was back, burning into you so mich that you couldn't help but lean closer, trying to ease his burden of being audible.

"quit talking like you're dying." you were practically whispering into his ear, close enough to feel the rasp of his breath as he laughed, holding your hand tighter. his other hand came up to your own face, rough thumb brushing against the skin underneath your eye, wiping away a tear you never realised had tracked its way there.

"let me bandage you up." your voice may not have shook, but your hands definitely did as you disentangled them from rengoku's hold, urging him to put pressure on his wound while your fingers found purchase on the hem of your uniform and ripped off a strip of it. it was barely enough to cover his injury but you managed to wrap the severed cloth around his middle a few times, tying it tight and hoping that it was enough to stop the bleeding.

"just.. stay with me until backup comes, alright? you've got tell me something once we get out of here, remember?" rengoku nodded into your palm, smiling at your words as his eyelids fluttered shut. but you were close enough to still feel that he was warm, to feel the slight rise and fall of his chest as he managed to still breathe, and that gave you some comfort.

minutes felt like hours when you had to talk to fill the gap. whether it was to give rengoku something that tethered him to this mortal realm, or a way for you to distract yourself from your own pain, you onew that you would both have to tough it out a little longer, just until the others arrived.

"you know, i've always admired you." you were surprised at both his words and how clear rengoku's voice sounded. your grip on his hand tightened a little, and you leaned towards him so that your forehead pressed against his.

"this is hardly the time to say something like that, kyojuro." you tried not to laugh, the pain of your ribs starting to edge back in as the adrenaline left your body as the sun soaked your bodies.

"i just wanted you to know." you would have responded to the man if it weren't for the shouts that became all too clear. help was here, and everything was going to be okay now.

you didn't want to let rengoku out of your sight, but many insistent hands prised his body from your grip, and with barely the strength to speak there was little that you could do about it except succumb to the pain of your wounds and finally fall unconscious.

recovery was never an aspect of fighting that you looked forward to. when you finally came to, there were a few gripping moments of panic when you asked a nurse if rengoku was here, if he was alive. you had been assured that he was before the pain and medication kicked in again for a fitful sleep as your body healed.

but no matter how you were pressed back into bed, into the constraints of sleep, you never really felt like you were at rest. your mind was still racing to places your body couldn't as it pieced together the events just before you got hospitalised.

when you could finally get up without keeling over, you were stumboing your way through the hallways as stealthily as possible, leaning on walls for support and peering into rooms as you walked past, in search of your fellow hashira. your cards of luck had lined up when you stumbled upon his sleeping figure less than three rooms down from yours.

he looked a lot cleaner, still donning a serene smile even when unconscious and you felt the panic gripping your body loosen its hold. the throb of your most likely broken ribs was enough of an edge to keep you awake, and you made your way over to rengoku's bedside.

there was a convenient chair placed next to him, and you tried not to grunt in pain as you sat down in it. rengoku didn't even stir at your approach, and you resigned yourself to sitting there, studying his figure and resisting the urge to check whether he was actually breathing or not. if you focused enough, you saw the subtlest rise and fall of his chest, just enough to qualm your fears.

your concentration was broken as you heard the sliding door open again, and the hesitant voice of a nurse breaking your intense silence.

"ah, i'm sorry to interrupt but i need to change rengoku's bandages." to prove her point, the nurse raised her arm to emphasise the strips of fabric held by them. you stood up hastily, sending a cursory glance back at the still-sleeping form of rengoku.

like all matters regarding the flame hashira, you found your mouth and body working a little faster than your brain.

"it's alright, i can change them for you. i'm sure that you have plenty of other patients to tend to." the nurse nodded, though she still looked hesitant to hand you the bandages. you gave her a reassuring smile, stretching out your hand to take them. "i've had plenty of experience with this, don't worry."

the nurse appeared relieved, giving you a quick thanks before exiting and letting the door click shut behind her.

you turned your attention back to rengoku's sleeping figure only to watch him crack a single amber eye open and give you an almost sheepish smile. you couldn't help the flooding sensation of relief that drenched your bones, and you returned his gesture.

"i'm glad to see that you're alright." rengoku's eyes never left yours, and you felt yourself grow hot underneath his gaze.

"glad to see you too." you offered a hand, helping rengoku shuffle further up the bed with minimal effort on your side. despite the bandages covering a large expanse of his upper body, his grip on your hand was still stable and you bit back the fond smile threatening to bloom on your face.

luckily for you, rengoku seemed to get the message that he needed to get shirtless without you asking him, which saved you a whole lot of embarrassment. you weren't confident in your ability to look him in the eye and ask him to strip without blushing, though you did exactly that as your eyes raked over his bare skin.

littered with scars and covering taut muscle, it was hard not to let your eyes wander down his form. from the look on rengoku's face, he looked well aware of the effect that he had on you and fixing you with a practically imperceptible smirk. you were quick to ask him to turn around, and he obliged as quickly as someone with broken and bruised bones could manage.

his back was the same story, with broad shoulders and defined shoulderblades that had muscle twitching without you touching it. you sucked in a breath, way too audible for your liking, and tried not to let your hand stretch out to run your fingers down the expanse of his back. you were here to help treat him, not indulge in some fantasy of yours.

your mindset snapped back to professionalism as you grabbed hold of the fresh bandages, opting to put them on after you removed the old ones. while there was no sign of infection, you still grimaced at the bloody sight of rengoku's major wound. you tried not to show how much it had upset you, both now and in the moment, and your attention turned to your slightly trembling fingers.

you were careful to avoid where his skin was obviously discoloured from bruising, not wanting to cause him any unnecessary pain. he was warm to the touch, enough to invite you in with some false sense of confort before burning you alive. the way his back muscles jumped at your touch did little to help your concentration, but you shouldered on.

your mingld escaped you, insisting on recounting those painful minutes where rengoku was vpeeding out on the battlefield. there was a particular focus on his insistence to tell you something, and you bit your lip. surely, he would ask you at some point from now.

"how are your ribs?" rengoku's voice cut through the silence, its rasping edge acting as evidence of hiw soundly he had been sleeping earlier. while it wasn't the question you wanted him to ask you, you were never one to turn down conversation. especially from him.

"worry about yourself, kyojuro. i'm fine." your appliance of the fresh bandage meant that you would now have to be stood in front of him, a development that had your face flaming from the close proximity. silence set in, and all that distracted you from the rise and fall of his stomach was his breath tickling the sensitive skin of your neck. your eyes flickered towards the ceiling, relying on your hands to guide yourself instead.

you dared to glance down and saw rengoku’s eyes fixed on your face already. there was something about his softened features and the look in his eyes that had you scrambling to stare at the blank ceiling again. as much as you would like to retreat at every first sign if danger or confrontation, you knew that you woukd have to talk to him soon, whether it was you or him who brought up the conversation topic from that day.

taking a deep breath, you perched yourself on the edge of rengoku's bed, still maintaining a professional amount of distance from him. still close enough to spot how his smile brightens when you choose to stay. you glanced down at your fingers, twisting knots into themselves as they were placed in your lap. you almost cursed and placed them underneath you to stop that, but instead you fixed your gaze on the flame hashira's ever-present smile.

"do you remember when you said you had to tell me something? right after akaza?" rengoku straightened up a little, nodding. you gave a cursory glance to the bandages safely wrapped around him, and winced as you remembered how much blood had left him that day. 

as if he could tell what you were thinking, rengoku reached forward and took your hand in his. you sucked in a breath at the sensation of his calloused hands, wincing as your ribs ached in protest. you couldn’t bring yourself to break his stare as your fingers intertwined, and rengoku brought you slightly closer to him. the tension was palpable, and you squeezed his hand in an attempt to alleviate some of it.

“what did you want to tell me, kyojuro?” you were still closing the distance between the two of you, voice barely above a whisper because there was no need to talk any louder for him to hear you. everything about him drew you closer, and the thought of pulling away never crossed your mind. you finally stopped, inches away, staring at him expectantly.

“well, there was a chance that i was going to die that day, so i was going to be selfish and tell you that i love you."

it amazed you how he could say that with such confidence when that statement had effectively swept you off of your feet. you were well aware that you looked more than caught off guard- your eyes had widened, and your mouth probably hung open from shock. that was nothing to stop rengoku’s words, though. if anything, it only encouraged him to keep going.

"and when i said that i admire you, i meant it. i admire your strength and how willing you are to help others. i admire you when it's sunset and you're laughing and i admire the way your hands feel, especially here." he guided your hand to his face, letting it cradle his cheek as he rested his own hand at your wrist, not willing to let go. you were sinking into the warmth of his body, letting his borrowed strength keep you upright.

“and most of all, i admire you because i find your beauty striking in everything that you do.” you were silent as rengoku’s eyes searched your own, watching as his lips split as he laughed. “you’re crying again.” you raised your other hand to your cheekbone, feeling the liquid there that began its trek down the planes of your face. you wiped them away with the back of your hand, keeping yourself anchored to rengoku as you curled your fingers around his own.

you felt so light that you could float away, and you couldn’t  help but laugh and grin as you fully processed the confession of the man lying underneath you. tears still rolled down your cheeks, and you couldn’t help the bittersweet pang as you remembered exactly why he was here recovering.

“you really scared me back there, you know?”

“it wasn’t my intention.” you laughed through your sniffle, feeling his warm hand trace patterns on the back of yours. you shuffled forwards and, as best as your shared injuries allowed it, you gave rengoku a hug. while your arms were around his neck, his rested squarely on your lower back, and it was better than anything else you could imagine.

you pulled away, relinquishing the comfort of his arms in favour of looking him in the eye as you prepared what to say next. admittedly, it was a lot easier when you knew how the other person felt about you.

“you know i admire you too, rengoku, and i love you. so much.” joy rewrote itself within his eyes, and they almost glowed with how intense his emotions were after you uttered those words.

“you do?”

your yes came out as a barely audible breath before you were being snagged forwards by him again. you practically crashed against his lips, but you welcomed the sensation, pulling yourself closer to him and settling on his lap.

you sighed into the searing kiss, only truly appreciating his warmth now as you felt it spread through you. you kissed him back intensely, ignoring the dull ache of your ribs to chase the addictive feeling that you only got around him.

around the person who loved you back.

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[ginwalt]

move me, baby

❤ Summary: You dance with the Avenger gals.

❤ Word Count: 2.5k

❤ A/N: Merry Christmas y'all, here's my gift to you. If you don't celebrate Christmas then here is my regular everyday gift to you. (PS might post a part 2 of this with Yelena, Kate Bishop, and maybe others if you have requests. I am also working on a part 2 of Debris)

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❥ Carol Danvers

On a peaceful early winter evening, you were blindsided by your girlfriend, Carol Danvers, taking you on a surprise date. She rushed into your shared home in a rural part of Massachusetts, took one look at you, and said:

"Come on; I have something to show you."

You had looked down at the black sweatpants and the (stolen) Air Force sweatshirt you were wearing and looked up at her incredulously.

"Can I at least get changed first?"

Your black bomber jacket and blue beanie collided with your face as she jingled her car keys. "Nope, no time, let's go."

Sighing, you pulled on the garments, slipped your feet into a pair of beat-up tennis shoes, and followed your girlfriend out the door. "Are you going to explain what you want to show me?"

"Nope, that would ruin the surprise."

You huffed and folded your arms tightly over your chest. "What could be worth leaving our home in the evening during a Massachusetts winter," you sputtered, teeth already clattering together.

Carol slipped into the driver's seat of her truck and shot you a wink, "Just trust me, please?"

Sighing in defeat, you yanked your beanie over your ears and stepped into the passenger side. The truck was already started because Carol had just arrived home, so it was comfortably toasty inside the vehicle. Curling further into the warmth, you quickly slammed your door shut.

Carol began to pull out of the driveway and down the gravel road. You rested an elbow on the middle console and propped your cheek against your fist. Glancing over at your girlfriend, you found her face was just as unreadable and stoic as ever. You and Carol had been dating for around two years now, and yet you still had a hard time figuring out what the superhero was thinking at times. Unfortunately, now was one of those times.

You found it difficult to gauge where the two of you were headed, the town was in the other direction, and there was nothing really out this way. The only thing along this road was a thick patch of trees that formed a mini wooded area that people sometimes used as a camping spot.

"Where are we headed?"

Carol grinned a mysterious, infuriatingly smug grin, "I dunno," she shrugged.

You offered her a fake scowl and lightly hit her bicep, "You totally do, you dick."

Without taking her eyes off the road, Carol gently grabbed the hand you slapped her with and leaned to the side to place a kiss atop the knuckles. "Your pet names never fail to woo me, babe."

Feeling your cheeks and ears heat up at the affection, you felt your pout crack open into a grin. "Well, I do try, Carebear." Carol dropped your hand and gave you a dramatic wounded look.

"You promised you would never call me that again," she whined.

"But why not? I think it's cute."

"I've fought Thanos and won; I feel like I deserve a bit more respect."

"What about Captain Carebear? I feel like it has a nice ring to it."

She lowered you with a glare that promised a night on the couch, giggling. You raised your hands in defeat, "Okay, okay, I'm done, I promise."

"Good, because we're here," Carol replied, stopping the truck into a park. You looked out the window to see the previously mentioned patch of trees. The mini wooded area sat perched on a steep hill with a ring of wildflowers surrounding its base in the spring and summer. Between the trees, you could see a faint glow radiate from the clearing in the center. Carol quickly hopped out of the truck and ran over to your side to open the door for you. "Let's get going, or we're going to miss it."

Hopping out, you followed your eager girlfriend up the hill and into the woods. The trees, bare this time of year, swayed in the late evening breeze. A chill shook your body as the wind ruffled your hair. You stuffed your hands in your pockets and trailed quickly after Carol. Eventually, the trees thinned out to reveal a small circular clearing. You gasped.

The clearing had been decorated with strings of white fairy lights that hung between the trees bordering the open patch. A firepit prepped and ready for lighting stood off to the side next to a picnic table. A red cloth was draped over the table and accented with a small candle in the center. A blanket was laid out on the grass in the center of the clearing. Carol set down a small boombox atop a red cooler that sat next to the blanket. The blanket faced an area where the trees parted to overlook the fields below.

"What is all this?" You sputtered.

Carol yanked a disc case out of her jacket pocket and gently placed it into the disc player. "I know we have been working a lot lately, and with all these missions, we haven't gotten to go on many dates. So, I figured I would remedy that," she explained. Her expression turned uncharacteristically sheepish as she looked over at you. "Do you like it?"

Within a few quick steps, you had your arms wrapped firmly around her. "I love it, Care," you sighed dreamily before standing on the tips of your toes to plant a kiss on her cheek. "I love you."

Carol grinned and returned the kiss. "Before we eat, would you care for a dance?"

You raised an amused brow, "I thought the great Captain Marvel was above such civilian activities like dancing?" you replied, recalling back several months ago to the night you dragged her to a club. She had been insistent on having you dance with your friends rather than her. She claimed two left feet as an excuse.

The superhero shrugged, "Well, I figured if I'm terrible, no one is around to see."

"If it's any consolation, I won't be much better," you replied.

Carol offered you a tender look, "I'm sure you will be perfect," she murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. Your girlfriend gently pulled you closer. Taking the invitation, you rested your head on her chest and wrapped your arms around her waist. In the background, Donny Hathaway softly crooned 'A Song for You.'

The dance was by no means graceful. There were several occasions of toe stepping and half-murmured half-giggled apologies. It was clumsy, messy, pure, and perfect. Your head remained nestled under Carol's chin as you swayed back and forth, right hands clasped and the left ones resting around each other's waists. Your girlfriend pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. With the fire crackling behind, the two of you continued to sway in the fading light of the sun.

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❥ Wanda Maximoff

Your nighttime routine came to a crashing halt once you heard the sound of cries coming through your wall. The wall you share with your girlfriend, Wanda. Alarm bells screeched in your head as you quickly dried your face. Rushing out of the bathroom, you stumbled to get your clothes on. You blindly grabbed a black tank top and some blue and green flannel pajama pants. You walked out into the dark hallway of your shared apartment and wandered over to Wanda's door.

Your knock was soft and cautious as you called through the wood, "Wan? Is everything okay?"

There was a beat of silence then, "I am alright, Y/n. Go back to bed," Wanda's voice was muffled and shaky.

You ignored the order and leaned against the door, "Can I come in?" The was a long pause. Then, the door cracked open by a single crimson tendril. Carefully, you opened it further and slipped inside. The room was dark save for the slivers of moonlight peeking through the blinds. The dim lighting cast your girlfriend in a gray light as she lay curled in the middle of her bed.

Perching yourself on the edge of the mattress, you turned to face her. "What's up?"

Wanda gazed down at the crumpled covers with dull green eyes. "What is the point in having magic if it always fails to save those I love?"

You winced, "Wanda..."

"Don't say it is not true," her accented voice thickened as she continued, "My parents, Pietro, Vision," she looked up to meet your eyes, "How can you possibly stay with me knowing what will happen? How can I let you stay?"

Scooting forward, you sat beside her, and in one swoop, wrapped her in your arms. "I promise you; I have every intention of staying as long as I am allowed." With that, Wanda's thinly veiled facade crumbled completely. A jagged sob shot from her lips as she collapsed against your chest. Sighing, you silently pulled her closer. Your hands drifted to her lower back as you gently traced up and down her spine.

Wanda continued to shake with the force of her cries as you desperately attempted to soothe her. Finally, as if on instinct, you started to hum. It was a nonsensical tune, an incoherent song. You began to sway to the uneven, slow tempo. You continued like this, rocking the both of you back and forth for what seemed like hours, waiting. Finally, Wanda's sobs broke and faded off. Still, you did not stop. You carried on with your nonsense song and swaying until Wanda's breathing evened out. Only then did you stop, and you still did not let her go.

❥ Natasha Romanoff

Galas had never really been your thing. The music was boring and droned on for too long, the people were snobby and underhanded, and the hor'doeurves were far too small for anyone to enjoy. Despite this loathing, you loved your girlfriend, Natasha, and if she asked you to be her plus one at a gala, you would go. So, that is how you found yourself, sat on a white chaise, chin lazily resting on your fist. You had dressed in a form-fitting red wine-colored dress. The garment had a collar that revealed much of your chest and torso in a plunging V. Not to mention the slit up to your thigh that left very little of your gartered stockings to the imagination.

Most of your night was spent glued to Natasha's side, only engaging with people who directly addressed you. Most did not; after all, they saw you as little more than the Black Widow's eye candy. Considering you were not inclined to speak to them either, this did not offend you. Much. However, your plan to trail after your girlfriend all night was rudely interrupted by an old cohort of hers dragging her away. So, there you sat, sipping expensive wine and counting marble floor tiles.

Absently, you put the lip of the crystal wine glass to your mouth and tilted it back. Empty. Fuck. That meant you would have to get up to refill it, which risks the chance of bumping into someone and being forced to talk. Fully prepared for a wineless night, you flopped back against the chaise. It was not until a perfectly manicured hand offered you a full wine glass, did you stop slouching. Looking up quicker than you would ever admit, you smiled at your girlfriend. Natasha Romanov was dressed in a painfully handsome suit that matched the shade of your dress; the button-up underneath was a silky black that matched her heels perfectly.

"You're a lifesaver," you thanked earnestly.

Natasha took the empty glass from your grip. She waved a nearby waiter closer, set the wine glass onto the man's tray, and turned to face you once more. "I figured if I got you more alcohol, you would stop sulking in a corner."

Your cheeks flushed as your lips parted in offense, "I'm not sulking," you insisted.

The assassin raised a brow, "I beg to differ." Setting your face in an indignant frown, you sipped your wine. Natasha grinned before poking her bottom lip out in a mock pout. She bent down to your level and pinched your cheek. "Awww, don't worry, malyshka, you're cute when you pout."

You gently slapped her hand away and huffed, "I hate it when you do that."

Natasha stood up to her full height, "Let me make it up to you then," she extended her hand, "the night is almost over, and we haven't had a single dance."

Your fake pout morphed into a sheepish smile, "You know I'm not good at dancing, Nat."

Your girlfriend did not reply; instead, she silently kept her hand extended.

Your resolve broke rather quickly, and you found yourself accepting her invitation. The two of you walked hand and hand to the dancefloor. The song was as slow and uneventful as expected from a party like this; however, the moment Natasha's hand cupped your waist, none of that seemed to matter. Her other hand clasped your own.

Leaning forward, she guided your hand to her upper bicep. After placing a sweet kiss to the corner of your mouth, she murmured against your cheek, "Just follow my lead, okay?"

Swallowing down a bundle of nerves, you nodded. Taking that as consent, Natasha started moving. It started slowly and easily as if introducing you to the concept. The two of you swayed and rotated, slowly making a full revolution around the dancefloor. All the while, her eyes never left yours. The tension your gazes held seemed to light a fire in both your feet. Slowly, without any consideration of the tempo or tone of the song, you two started to speed up. Energy and giddy adoration sent sparks of electricity through the dance floor.

The idle swaying turned to twirls. She guided you into a quick spin. Then, with inhuman grace, she stopped your swirl and pulled you closer. Your back collided firmly with her front as she wrapped both your intertwined arms against your stomach. You gasped, face turning scarlet in surprise. She released you and quickly turned you to face her once more.

Hands returning to their starting places, the two of you stepped away from one another, stepping from one side to the next, back to the original position. Then, you snapped closer once more, chests touching and clasped hands extended fully to one side. She pulled your hands closer and guided both your arms to wrap around her neck.

Then, placing both of her arms around your waist, she twirled you around, your heeled feet fully leaving the floor. Your grin grew so big it hurt as you let out a loud, joyful laugh. She set you back down and guided you back into a dip. One hand was hooked under your leg, the other cupped your back in support. The two of you gazed up at each other, chests heaving. Your eyes were bright with pure jubilation, and your heart pounded so hard and fast that it made you want to jump and scream out your love for her. A silent chant of devotion repeats in your head like a battle cry.

Natasha kept her hold strong and sure as her green eyes glistened down at you. Her smile was so large it threatened to split her face in two, a seldom-seen expression for the Avenger. In her stare, you could see she was repeating a similar mantra in her head.

I love you; I love you, I love you, I love you.

[sabo-has-my-heart]

The Prequel of A Second Chance got me sobbing 😭. Astra! May I request for an alternative ending where the reader's best friend is Luffy. This is the time where Ace realized his mistake, the time where he broke away from Vivi once more, mopping on a park bench.

When the couple broke up, Luffy heard that Name changed apartments so he went to talk to her, taking her out to the park. But apparently, Luffy saw Ace from afar so he tried getting Name away from the male but unfortunately she saw him, her heart breaking once more. So she ran, Luffy calling out to her, Ace hearing his brother's shouts. But Name ran to the middle of a busy road, Luffy following, eyes widening when he saw a fast car approaching him, effectively making him frozen in shock. The car is about to hit him but Name pushed him out of the way, taking the hit. All of that was witnessed by Ace from the roadside. So the freckled idiot scrambled to get to her, assuring that she'll be fine, Luffy desperately calling for help, crying out. Name stared at Ace, life starting to slip away from her eyes. Please continue this with the Angst prompt #2 and 1! Thank you!

Congratulations btw 😜

Warnings: angst, death, heart break, crying (both me as a writer and the characters in the fic)

Word Count: 1460

The living room was still filled with mostly unpacked boxes as you looked around. You couldn’t stay in your old apartment, too many memories, too much pain. A knock on your door drew you out of your thoughts, brow furrowing as you walked over. Who was knocking? You’d only been here for two weeks. Opening the door you saw a familiar straw hat attached to a rather unfamiliar frown.

“Lu? W-What are you doing here? How are you here? I’ve barely told anyone where I moved to.” you asked, looking at him in bewilderment.

“Why didn’t you tell me you moved? We’re best friends.” Luffy asked, his sad, lost puppy dog eyes stabbing you in the heart, as if you needed more of that.

“Sorry Lu, I just… it was sudden, I just… I couldn’t stay at my old place after…” you trailed off, rubbing your arm as you looked away. Everyone you knew already knew what happened between you and Ace to some degree, knew that you were no longer together, knew how much pain you were in.

“But I’m your best friend. It’s been two weeks.” he repeated, still looking incredibly defeated. Tears started streaming down your cheeks as you pulled him into a tight hug.

“I’m sorry Luffy, I really am. I just… it hurts, it hurts so much and you… you’re his little brother. I just…” Luffy’s arms wrapped around you as you sobbed, the younger man pulling you into your new apartment, doing his best to comfort you.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I didn’t mean to make you cry, I just… I care about you, you’re my best friend and you disappeared. I was scared you hated me because of what Ace did.” Luffy admitted, feeling you shake your head against his shoulder.

“I could never hate you, Luffy. No matter how stupid Ace is.” you said through the tears, taking a moment to just let him comfort you before pulling away and wiping away the tears.

“Sorry, I didn’t… I’ve just been really… It's been hard lately.” you said, the boy shaking his head.

“It’s okay, you’re sad… why don’t we go to the park. You really like it there. We can get ice cream, my treat.” Luffy offered, making you smile and nod. 

“That sounds really good right now, Lu. Thanks.” you said, the boy nodding happily. Grabbing your things, you let Luffy lead you away, giving him a small smile as he tried to cheer you up. Luffy had been your best friend for years, he always knew how to make you laugh and thankfully, despite the fact that Ace was his brother, knew how to keep his mouth shut about the older boy. As much as you hated the weather for being so beautiful when you felt so miserable, you couldn’t help but be happy that it was such a nice day as well. It meant you could hang out with Luffy and get ice cream. You could let the boy take you to the park and cheer you up. Walking down the street, you filled the poor straw hat wearing boy in on what had been going on with you in the 2 weeks he hadn’t seen you, the boy nodding and filling you in on what you’d missed, not that there was much since the boy was avoiding talking about Ace. Part of you couldn’t help but be extremely grateful that he was avoiding the topic, not wanting to hear about the man who’d broken your heart, at the same time, though, you were curious how he was doing. Had he officially gotten back together with Vivi? Did he care that you’d broken up with him? Was… was he happy? Standing on the concrete path that wound into the vibrant garden, Luffy paused.

“Uh, why do you mind if we change things up? I’m really hungry now. Could we get lunch, then come back?” Luffy asked, head whipping towards you suddenly. Staring at him, you tilted your head. It wasn’t his normal I’m hungry look, in fact he looked somewhat… panicked. Turning around, you barely registered Luffy shouting ‘no’ until your eyes rested on him. Ace was sitting on a park bench, head in his hands, three fingers wrapped around a lighter even as he tangled his fingers in his hair. You knew exactly why he was holding the lighter, you’d spent a lot of time helping him stop his self-destructive behaviors. Still, even though he looked so… crushed, you were scared, you were in pain, and you were panicking. Spinning around, you bolted, legs carrying you away as you ran into the road, cars honking at being forced to stop suddenly, Luffy close behind you.

The sound of your name being shouted caused Ace’s head to shoot up, looking towards the source of the noise to see you running into the road, followed by his little brother. Ace screamed Luffy’s name as the boy turned to see a car speeding towards him. He’d been following so close behind you, been so focused on you, that he’d failed to notice the car until it was too late. He saw you spin around, eyes filling with fear as you suddenly leapt towards Luffy. Time seemed to slow, your hands outstretched, pushing Luffy out of the way, the boy falling to the ground out of the way of the oncoming vehicle. The car was just a couple feet from you. The world seemed to stop for a second, a heartbeat as Ace saw you thrust back before everything seemed to suddenly snap back to normal as your body hit the black pavement, tumbling and bouncing a couple of times as Ace sprinted towards you. Both Ace and Luffy were by your side in an instant, carefully rolling your bloodied form over, Ace resting your head in his lap. 

“Y-Y/n… you… you’re gonna be okay.” Ace said, tears already falling down his cheeks as Luffy began to scream for help, looking around frantically. He was scared, he didn’t know what else to do as his brother held you. You smiled at Ace, slowly, weakly shaking your head.

“No, no I don’t think it will be.” you said, staring up at him.

“NO! Don’t say that! It has to be okay! I haven’t begged for your forgiveness yet, I haven’t told you how wrong I was! I… I can’t be too late, I can’t be late again!” Ace sobbed, so many thoughts, memories, rushing through his head. How late he’d been the second to last time he’d seen you.

“What’re you talking about? You got to the park first, you’re early. You’re here with me, you’re right on time.” you said, your heart aching. You still loved him, you knew you still loved him, but you couldn’t help it. You paused for a moment.

“Ace, what am I to you?” you asked, repeating one of the last questions you’d asked him.

“You’re my sun, my moon, and my stars. You’re my everything. You’re the most beautiful woman in the world and I… I love you. You’re a goddess among mortals, one who saw fit to give a fool like me a chance at happiness.” Ace said through his sobs, making you smile. Panic filled Ace’s eyes as you closed yours.

“Hey! No! Stop that! Don’t close your eyes!” Ace shouted, lightly shaking you. You looked back up at him for a moment, he could see it, he could see the light starting to fade.

“You have to let me go, Ace.” you whispered, each breath becoming harder, eyes becoming heavier.

“No! No, I can’t lose you again! Please, don’t make me lose you again.” Ace half shouted, half sobbed, pulling your broken, bloody body close.

“As angry as I was with you, as much as I wanted to hate you… you never lost me… never lost my heart.” you breathed, Ace sobbing into your shirt. Weakly you reached up, wrapping a hand around the locket you always wore.

“I know it’s going to hurt. It’s going to hurt for a long time, Luffy will probably be furious or feel guilty, maybe both, but remind him that it’ll be okay, for me…” you tugged at the locket, the delicate chain easily snapping. 

“Keep this with you always and I’ll always be by your side.” you said, holding the locket, Ace pulling back just enough to see the sparkling metal in your hand. Trembling hands wrapped around it, for you, he’d take it because it was going to be one of the last things you asked of him. Your hand fell to your side, body going limp as Ace screamed your name, shaking your body, but it was pointless, you were gone… once again, he was too late.

[ilici]

forget.

Summary: Sapnap, and Punz have unsafe sex with Y/N for the first time.

NSFW MINORS DNI !!

Warnings: Choking, degrading, hair pulling, and unsafe sex.

Word Count: 1884

Y/N plopped down the bed, as the other two men glanced back at her for a moment, before turning their attention back to the game. “You fucking cunt!” Sapnap yelled at Punz, who only laughed in response. “Come heal me you bitch.” Sapnap said, pointing at the screen and Punz scoffed, “You don’t tell me what to do.” He grumbled, glaring at Sapnap. “Heal me bitch.” He snapped, and Punz rolled his eyes before going over to his character, and healed him. “Now you owe me.” Punz said, and Y/N looked between the two. “Guys I am bored.” She spoke up, and the other two ignored her too interested in their game. “Guys?” She asked, “Punz.” She said now getting slightly impatient, and still no response. 

She groaned and whispered to herself, “You’ve got to be kidding me.” She said, “I will turn off your-” Before she could finish her sentence both Punz and Sapnap cheered as they won. “Hell yeah!” Sapnap yelled, and Punz clapped, “That’s right baby.” He said, chuckling. Y/N took this as her chance to finally get their attention, “Baby!” She said tapping Punz’s shoulder, and he looked back at her, “Hey baby, when did you get in here?” He asked, and she almost face palmed, “Just a couple minu-” “Hold that thought.” He said, turning back around as the screen counted down for a new round to start. She huffed, and looked around the room trying to find something to occupy herself.

Seeing nothing to do, she resorted to trying to get their attention the best she could. “I’m going to the store.” She said, and once again. No reply, all that was spoken was words about the game, she huffed and glared at the console. “Someone just messaged me and called me hot.” She said, hoping they’d at least turn around to see if it was true. “Yeah that’s good babe.” Sapnap said, and she scoffed, “Are you serious?” She gapped, about to scream into a pillow from frustration. “I just said someone called me hot, and you say ‘Yeah that’s good babe’ you’ve got to be joking.” She said losing her patience.

“Fuck! I’m down.” Punz groaned and Sapnap laughed, “Stop laughing you idiot, go heal me.” Punz said shoving Sapnap, who in return, shoved him back. “Stop being a little brat.” Sapnap said rolling his eyes, and Y/N just became silent and watched the interaction between the two. “I’m not Y/N, she’s the brat.” Punz said defensively, and Sapnap just laughed, “Shut up.” He said, shaking his head, while Punz was finally healed by another teammate. “After this round we can play zombies.” Sapnap said, and Y/N threw her hands up in defeat once she heard that. “Fuck.” They said simultaneously, as the word ‘Defeat’ showed up on screen. “Why didn’t you defuse the bomb?” Punz asked and Sapnap looked at him, “Why didn’t you defuse it?” He asked, and the two started bickering once more.

“For fucks sake!” Y/N yelled and caught the attention of the two boys, “What’s your problem?” Punz asked, and Y/N just shook her head, “Nothing, just go back to your stupid game.” She said, and the two just looked between each other before turning back to their game. “You’re actually fucking joking, right?” She said dumbfounded, “I was joking!” She yelled defeatedly, and Sapnap went to choose the zombie’s option. She sighed and got up, “Fine then, I’ll just go fuck myself then.” She mumbled, and Punz snapped his head towards her. “You’ll what now?” He asked darkly, and Sapnap looked between the two confused. “What?” Y/N asked, shifting her weight from her left and right.

“Get your fucking ass over here now.” Punz growled out, and Sapnap cocked an eyebrow, “What did she say?” He asked, genuinely confused, “Little miss priss over here said she would go and fuck herself.” Punz said, as he gripped her wrist once she got in arms length. Pulling her roughly, she nearly tripped as she was pulled, “Is that so?” Sapnap asked, and Y/N quickly shook her head, “No. I was just trying to get your attention because you two were playing the game.” She mumbled out, trying to defend herself. Sapnap scoffed and grabbed her face, “We were joking, we could hear you the whole time. We just wanted to see how long it would take for you to snap.” He said, his grip on her face tightening.

“It appears that you didn’t snap and instead wanted to masturbate.” Punz added on, and Y/N shook her head, “No, I was just joking.” She said, looking between the two. “You know the rules shortcake, and you were just about to break one.” Punz said, moving his free hand up to her throat. “You weren’t going to masturbate without our permission were you?” He cooed, and Y/N shook her head, and Sapnap just chuckled at this. “Your mouth said differently honey.” He mentioned, tracing his thumb over her lips before forcefully shoving his thumb inside her mouth. Her eyes widened as he’s never done this, and she looked at Punz for help. “Suck.” He ordered, and Y/N hesitantly started sucking on his thumb. “Such a good girl.” Punz cooed, letting his hand travel up and tangle into her H/C strands.

Y/N’s knee’s buckled beneath her, and Sapnap caught her with his free arm, “Are you this sensitive?” He asked, amazed at how sensitive she could be. Y/N blushed and pushed his thumb away from her mouth before looking away. “Shut up.” She muttered under her breath, and Sapnap glared not liking that she pushed his thumb away and told him to shut up. Punz took notice to this and tugged at the strands, and Y/N winced, “You’re being a brat Y/N.” Punz pointed out, and Y/N whined quickly apologizing, and Punz smirked releasing his grip on her hair. “You’re being punished for almost breaking a rule.” Sapnap whispered in her ear, and Y/N felt her body grow weak from his words. 

Y/N felt her body being picked up, and her exposed skin burned at their touch, “Prepare yourself doll.” Sapnap said, as she was now thrown onto the middle of the bed. “Undress now.” Sapnap demanded, and she took off Punz’s hoodie, and the sleeping shorts she wore. “No undergarments? How risqué of you.” Punz teased, and Y/N covered herself up shyly. “Why are you hiding? We’ve seen it before, hell we’ve seen it for years now.” Sapnap said, while moving her hands away as the two stripped their clothes off. Reaching for the condoms, Y/N reached out and grabbed Punz’s wrist before he could, “No, no condoms.” She shyly muttered, not making eye contact. The two boys raised their eyebrows, “Are you sure?” Sapnap asked, and Y/N thought about it before she nodded.

“I am sure.” She reassured herself and the other two. Sapnap and Punz shared a glance before Punz crawled to her, opening her legs. “God you’re beautiful.” He groaned out, before he carefully slid himself inside of her. “What a pretty slut you are.” Sapnap spoke up from the side, and Y/N gritted her teeth as this felt completely different without a condom. “You’re going to be good and make me forget what safe sex feels like. Alright?” Punz whispered to her, biting on her ear while Y/N whined nodding her head. “Such an obedient cum dump.” Punz cooed, as he thrusted up into her, loving the way she felt. “God this feels so good.” Punz groaned out, and Sapnap watched enviously. “It appears someone is so sensitive that they are close to their climax already.” Sapnap said, with a sly smirk.

Y/N had her back arched, and was digging her nails into Punz’s shoulders letting out incoherent words. “We can’t understand you slut, your moans are overpowering your voice.” Sapnap smirked and watched as her eyes rolled back. “Fuck she’s coming.” Punz said, as he felt her clenching around him multiple times. Thrusting into her roughly, he wrapped his hand around her throat, feeling himself nearing as well. “I’m going to cum so deep inside of you.” He grunted out, as his thrusts became sloppy. Thrusting one last time, Punz came deep inside of Y/N and she shivered at the feeling. Pulling out, Punz groaned as he fell to the side, and Sapnap licked his lips. “Are you ready baby?” He asked aligning himself, and Y/N just merely nodded her head.

Slowly, Sapnap entered and he hissed at the new feeling. “Holy shit.” He muttered under his breath, and Punz chuckled, “It’s like a whole new feeling isn’t it?” He said, and Sapnap nodded chuckling. “It feels so good.” Sapnap said, before he pulled all the way out, and slammed back in. Y/N let out a loud moan, arching her back as she was still a bit sensitive from her last orgasm. Repeating this action, Sapnap felt himself nearing his climax faster than usual. “Fuck.. such a little slut for us.” He groaned out, before he pulled out and grabbed Y/N’s hips turning her around on her hands and knees forcefully. Gripping onto her hips tightly, making sure he’d leave bruises he slammed back in, going deeper in this new position. Crying out, Y/N gripped the sheets tightly, as Punz reached under her and started toying with her clit.

“Please.. I can’t.” Y/N begged feeling herself growing close, “Go ahead.” Punz told her, and Y/N listened letting herself cum on Sapnap’s dick. Sapnap groaned once she started clenching around him, and he soon came deep inside of her. Slowly pulling out, he fell to the other side of her, while Punz got up to go get a wash cloth as both of their cum started leaking down her thighs. Coming back, he washed her up, and washed himself, giving the rag to Sapnap who cleaned himself as well. “What made you decide to go bare?” Sapnap asked, and Y/N looked between the two, “I started on birth control last month, and finally decided to do it bare.” She said, trying to catch her breath as her words were slightly muffled from her face being in the bed. “Well in my opinion, I think we should do that more often.” Punz said, and Sapnap chuckled before agreeing. “Now come on, let’s go shower. We’re all gross.” Y/N said, getting up and wincing once she got off the bed. 

Chuckling, Punz picked her up and carried her to the bathroom, “You okay there?” He asked, and Y/N rolled her eyes, “I am fine.” Sapnap who was behind them laughed, “Sure, you almost fell as soon as you got off the bed.” He said, and Y/N hit his chest, “If you two weren’t so rough with me then that wouldn’t have happened.” She clarified, and the other two just snorted, “That’s the point of forgetting about safe sex.” Punz said kissing her cheek as Sapnap started up the shower. “Just get in the damn shower.” Y/N said flustered, and Punz put her down, letting her get in the shower, the other two following.

[arvinsescape]

Too busy.

A/N: I am so sorry this took a while to get out, but here it is! I hope you all enjoy, it is based off a request that @tomhollandlol sent me and I hope you also enjoy and thanks again for your patience. I did change a couple of things but stuck to the basic concept, I hope you don’t mind 💕

Request: Angst one shot, they have 2 kids together, different scenarios, he never pays attention and does something else and is always too busy.

Warnings: Bit of swearing, mentions of sex.

W/C: 4.2K

This last six months had been the hardest she’d ever had to go through, in her entire six years of marriage to Tom, this had been the hardest. Having two kids on top of that didn’t make it any easier, she felt alone, more alone than she had in her life, she was bringing up two children, seemingly on her own. Their eldest was almost four and their youngest was nine months old and teething, which meant she cried a lot.

Tom had been there for most of their journey, he shared the work load and it made life easier but this last six months haven’t ben the case. He became busier, he had two projects going at once and whilst she would happily make allowances for his career it was becoming too much for her. She hated the assumption that things should be easy because she was a stay-at-home mum but that was far from the truth. The children were so young that they needed her constant and undivided attention.

She was struggling to give two children her undivided attention and recently she’s become run down, completely running of fumes. She lives her life in a constant state of tired, she barely does a thing for herself, hell even a shower seemed like a hard task half of the time and Tom? Well half of the time she wasn’t a hundred per cent sure exactly what it was he was doing. She wondered how he hadn’t noticed, how he hadn’t seen the tiredness she constantly displayed.

Half of the mums at school had noticed, she saw it in their looks of pity when she arrived with her son, looking run down and disheveled because she couldn’t make herself look presentable. She didn’t have the time because either her baby would need something or her four-year-old which left no time for herself in a morning.

“Tom?” She shouted as she bounced Ava on her hip.

“Yeah?” He shouted back from where ever he was in the house.

“Can I get your help please?”

“Y/N, I’m busy.”

“You’re always busy.” She muttered to herself as she gave up and tried to soothe Ava on her own whilst making Noah’s lunch.

**

“Tom, I’ve just cleaned there.” She spoke, almost in disbelief as she watched her husband place his golf clubs in the middle of the hall.

“I’ll move them in a bit.” He shrugged. “I need to read over some stuff.” He said as he wandered down the hall and into his office. She couldn’t help herself as she flipped him off on his way, thankful he couldn’t see.

**

“Tom? Is there any chance you can take Noah to school tomorrow? I need to take Ava to an appointment and I don’t wanna be late again.”

“I can’t darling, I’m busy.” He answered, eyes on his laptop.

“Tom, please? I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.” She tried and Tom looked up at her.

“Y/N/N, I am really busy right now. Just take Noah into school earlier and then you won’t be late.” He said and she looked at him in disbelief.

“Right, yeah, okay.” She huffed and left his office, shutting the door with enough force to let him know she was upset with him.

**

“Daddy! Look what I did.” Noah screamed as he made his way through the door.

“I’ll have a look in a bit my love, I’m busy at the moment.” Tom answered and their son huffed in response.

**

“Daddy!” Noah shouted as he ran into his father’s open arms. “Can we go for ice-cream?” He asked excitedly.

“Ask mummy, I have some work to do.” Tom said and Noah visibly deflated.

“She already said no, she’s too tired.” Noah mocked his mother’s voice.

“Well I expect she is tired.” Tom said, they never bad mouthed each other in front of the children. It wasn’t something either of them did.

“Why? She doesn’t work.” Noah folded his arms over his chest and Tom looked at him in a scalding manner.

“That’s not nice. Your mummy works really hard to make sure everything and everyone is okay. Don’t talk about her like that.”

“But she doesn’t do anything. She looks after us, my friends mummy works and she’s fine. Everyone at school has said it, she has nothing to be tired about, that’s what my friend’s mummy’s say.” Noah huffed, he had a bit of a temper streak. Tom’s heart plummeted, where people really shit talking his wife? To the point his son had become subject to it.

“That’s enough now Noah.” Tom said as he set his son down.

“Whatever. You’re always too busy and mummy’s always too tired. You’re both boring.” He snapped before running into his bedroom and slamming the door. This made Tom’s heart shatter, they were both trying to do the right thing. Tom really contemplated his life choices and in hind sight he wished he’d done something sooner, especially with the conversation he was about to have that evening.

**

“Tom, you are never here.” She exclaimed, a small comment having sparked an argument that had her struggling to keep her voice down.

“I’m busy. Look in a couple of months I’ll be here.” He said and she huffed folding her arms over her chest.

“You’re always busy Tom. I can’t remember the last time you put us first.”

“I’m doing this so I can take some more time off, Y/N, I don’t wanna be that guy but I earn the money, I can’t just stop working.” He snapped and she felt her anger rise in response.

“That’s bullshit,” she hissed out and he was taken aback by her tone. “You were in some of the biggest movies going a few years back. We are not struggling for money, that is some bullshit excuse for the fact that you’re not around.” She hissed, voice laced in nothing but venom.

“Look, I have a week off starting tomorrow, I don’t need to be anywhere and I won’t have any responsibilities, I can help.” He offered and she sighed, anger leaving her with nothing but defeat.

“I hope so.” She shrugged and Tom looked at her carefully.

“What do you mean?” He asked, there was something in her tone that scared him.

“I mean,” she sighed. “I can’t keep doing this, I’m tired and I need more from you.” She didn’t sound angry just tired and Tom felt his heart drop.

“Meaning?” He asked tentatively.

“Meaning, I can’t carry on doing this and next time it’s going to be a very different conversation. A conversation about us that I really don’t want to have but it’s come to that.” She sighed out before turning on her heel and leaving Tom with his thoughts. His heart shattered, had he really been so neglectful?

Tom was free for a week, which helped slightly because their son was always itching to spend time with his father. She thought this would mean that she got a little respite after their conversation the previous night but that’s not how it panned out.

“Y/N?” Her husbands voice echoed through the halls and she couldn’t help but roll her eyes at his tone. She shouted back her location within the house and few seconds later he appeared. “I need you to look after Noah.” He said, their son hot on his heels, she furrowed her brows.

“Why?” She couldn’t help but asked and Tom gave her a sympathetic look.

“I need to get some of this work done and as much as I love him he’s distracting me.” Tom spoke and she couldn’t help but huff, it was always something.

“I thought you were off this week?” She couldn’t help but ask, tone clipped and she instantly regretted using it in front of Noah.

“I was but then my agent emailed this morning and I now have a load of work to do.” He said, there was a sadness laced in his tone but she didn’t care. She passed him feeling bad about it, she needed him to put them first and recently he hasn’t.

“Fine, whatever.” She grumbled out a response and Tom felt awful, he could see how tired she was, he wouldn’t deny that. But these two projects were taking over and he felt just as tired trying to keep up. To anyone else looking in they would have said the couple needed to sit down and have a chat but of course relationships are more complex than that and the couple were still waiting to have said chat.

“Baby, I’m sorry.” Tom spoke and she sighed.

“It’s whatever Tom. He has some schoolwork he should be doing anyway.” She said, tone defeated and Tom sighed before nodding and making his way back into his office. He wanted to say something but he was afraid to start an argument in front of the children, the two had agreed that their arguments would be kept private, the children didn’t need to know about them.

She spent the afternoon trying to split herself between helping Noah with his math’s work and Ava with her teething. Noah was a bright child when it came to English and Art but Math’s? He was no good at and required a lot of help. She found herself growing frustrated the more she went through the work, she felt guilty but she was so tired she couldn’t help it.

“No, Noah. I’ve shown you this now. Come on, you need to work with me.” She said and instantly regretted the words.

“Mummy, I am trying but I don’t get it.” Noah said back as Ava burst into another flood of tears. She jumped up from her seat, Noah making a noise of annoyance at her actions. She scooped Ava into her arms and rocked her, it was making no difference, the ache in the child’s gum causing ample discomfort.

“Ava come on, shh, it’s okay. Calm down.” She said as she hastily scanned the living room in search of her teething ring. Her eyes landing on the object and she hastily picked it up before handing it to her daughter. She placed the ring in her mouth and instantly her screams calmed to small cries. Once she was settled enough, Y/N placed her back in her high chair and proceeded to help Noah.

She was tired by the end of the evening, her only job being left was to put Noah to bed and he just wouldn’t settle either. He wasn’t great at bed times, he was an alert child who found it hard to switch off for the day.

“Mummy, can we please have another story?” He asked and she felt herself deflate, all she wanted was to have a bath and go to bed.

“But sweetheart, I’ve already read two.” She tried to reason and Noah threw his book onto the floor which made her sigh out as she retrieved it.

“Please mummy? I’m not even tired, can’t I just play with my toys?” He asked, arms folded across his chest and she wasn’t prepared for what was to come next, signs of his temper tantrum approaching and fast.

“No sweetheart, you have school tomorrow.” She sighed out and she watched as her sons face turned into a rather sour expression.

“So? I’m not tired. How can I sleep if I’m not tired? You’re supposed to read to me.” He said and she sighed.

“Baby, mummy’s tired herself okay.” She said, she really didn’t have it in her to stay awake much longer.

“Then get daddy to read to me.” He huffed and she nodded before standing up and making her way into her husbands office, a soft knock pulling him from his work.

“Come in.” Tom’s voice spoke, eyes still trained on his emails.

“Tom? Can you read to Noah please?” She asked, hopefulness lacing her voice, her husbands eyes finding her tired ones. There was something about the way she looked tonight, the way she looked like she was struggling to keep herself stood that reality hit the man hard.

“Of course baby.” Tom said as he stood and he didn’t miss the flash of shock grace his wife’s face. He felt immensely guilty, he hadn’t been there for past six months and he could see what that was doing to her. “Have you eaten?” Tom asked and she shrugged.

“Bits but I’m not hungry.” She said as she rubbed at her red and tired eyes. Tom felt like an utter dick, he’d taken on too much and left his wife to pick up the pieces.

“You should eat.” Tom said and she shrugged.

“I just want to go to bed Tom.” She whispered out and he nodded in response before making his way over to her and kissing her forehead before pulling her into a hug.

“Then go sleep love. I’ve got Noah.” He spoke and she felt relieved, completely and utterly relieved, she didn’t even want the bath anymore, that could wait until tomorrow. She didn’t miss the excitement in her sons voice as Tom made his way into his room and she smiled before practically face planting the bed and falling asleep.

**

It was eight o clock in the morning when she woke, she felt sluggish as she grabbed for her phone and looked at the time. Heart beat picking up far too quickly for her bodies tired state.

“Shit.” She exclaimed as she rushed out of bed and into Noah’s room, only to find the bed empty. “Noah?” She shouted as she ran down the stairs, her mind was racing, she was running late. How had she slept for so many hours? And how had it gone interrupted?

“In here mummy.” Noah shouted back as she raced into the living room.

“I’m sorry, I’m up, I just need to get changed and then we can set off for school.” She rambled as ran into the kitchen to sort out his breakfast.

“Darling, slow down.” She heard Tom’s voice and she spun around to look at her husband, he had bags under his eyes and his hair was a slight mess. How could he still look so good? She wished she could look as good as he did, even tired.

“What?” She looked around the kitchen, evidence that Noah had already had his breakfast. His school bag filled with the books for the day and his packed lunch.

“I’m gonna take him in. Go and chill out.” He spoke as he pulled her into his chest and kissed the top of her head.

“Thank you.” She sighed and Tom nodded.

“I’ll take Ava and then you can get some rest if you need it, I’ll be back soon. I’ll do the shopping, should be an hour or so.” Tom spoke and her heart soared at his words.

“Did Ava sleep through?” She asked, realizing she’d not been woken up by her crying last night.

“Yeah, a few times. I slept in there, wanted you to catch up on some sleep.” He admitted and she could have cried with the happiness the revelation brought her. “We need to talk when I get home.” He spoke and she nodded. “Okay, well I’ll see you in an hour.” He said and she nodded before kissing her son good bye and making him promise to behave.

**

An hour and a half later and she’d had a relaxing bath, one that she was more than thankful and ready for. She’d even managed to have a hot cup of tea, a stark difference to the cold ones she was used to. She’d even managed to read a chapter of her new book, she still felt like she could sleep for a while but overall relaxed and content.

“Hey.” Tom said as he leant against the doorway to their bedroom. She placed her book down and looked at him.

“Hey,” she said somewhat awkwardly, she wasn’t sure how this conversation was about to go.

“I’ve just put Ava down, will probably give us a good hour or so.” He spoke and she nodded. “So,” he sighed. “We should talk.” He continued and she nodded again, words not being able to find her, she needed to know how he feeling, what he was going to say first.

“I’m sorry, I want you to know that. I’ve been so wrapped up in what I’ve been doing that I haven’t noticed what I was doing to you. I’m so used to you being the one who has everything together, who know exactly what to do that I thought you didn’t need my help as much as you do.” He started and she opened her mouth to speak but no words came out before he beat her to it.

“I know that’s not an excuse, it’s poor on my behalf and I’m sorry. You and the children, you mean everything to me. All I want in life is for you guys to get everything you want and need and I’m sorry that I’ve been the way that I have, there are no excuses.” He said and she felt her heart lift, the two could fix this, fix what has been happened. “But I need something from you.” He spoke and she furrowed her brows as she waited for him to continue.

“I need you to be honest, I need you to tell me what it’s been like to be you. I don’t want you to spare my feelings, I want you to let it all out. I’m listening now, darling, I need to know what this has done to you, how I can make it right.” He said and she nodded slightly before sitting up in bed properly, her back against the head board as she carefully played with her wedding ring. Tom sat carefully on the edge of the bed, he needed to hear what she was about to say.

“Tom, you’ve just not been here.” She started with her biggest problem. “Even when you are in the house it’s like you just expect me to do everything. You expect your clothes to be washed, dried and ironed, you expect your dinner on the table and I never used to mind. You would always say thank you but recently you haven’t and it made me wonder whether or not you just expect it of me, that it’s my job.” She started and Tom kept quiet, he wanted her to continue.

“Tom, you used to be so attentive.” She said as she reached over and took his hand in her own. “You always used to be here, know when I needed help without having to ask. I don’t mind doing all of those things for you, I really don’t but when you don’t get a thanks it feels a little like you’re being used.” She continued and his heart shattered, he would never intentionally use her, he loved her, loved his family.

“That brings me onto the kids, Tom they need so much attention. They want me to split myself in two half of the time and I can’t, it’s impossible. They both need so much from me and given Ava teething I don’t even get a full night’s sleep. I am constantly trying to run off energy that I just don’t have. It wasn’t so bad when Noah was a baby, we took shifts, you helped. Recently though Tom, it’s been me that gets up and tends to her, me that sacrifices sleep.”

“I know that might sound selfish but when you have a partner, a husband who’s supposed to help with all that it gets tiresome. I found myself getting so angry with you, I wanted to be you, I wanted to bury my head in paperwork and think of nothing else. There were days when I honestly wanted nothing to do with you, I didn’t want to be around you because everything little thing you did angered me.”

“I’ve been so tired, my mind is never where it should be. I’m always doing stupid things because I’m so tired. I never feel like I get anything back from you. I’m too tired to have an evening to myself when they have gone to sleep, I just want to sleep myself. I’m always running around after them, something you barely do anymore, sure you play with them but when was the last time you had to deal with one of Noah’s meltdowns?”

“I get that you have a lot on, I get that two projects keep you busy and if we didn’t have kids it wouldn’t affect me as much but we do and it does. I need you to be there for me Tom, I can’t keep doing this alone, I can’t.” She ended her rant and Tom felt awful, he was so angry with himself, she didn’t even sound angry anymore. She sounded like she’d accepted it and she was just tired with the situation, somehow he wishes she was screaming at him right now.

“I’m sorry princess. There are no words, no excuses for what I’ve done. I’m sorry I made you feel like that, it was never my intention. You mean the world to me, you and the kids. Things are gonna change, I promise.” Tom said, he knew now that actions spoke louder than words, it wasn’t what she wanted him to say it was what she wanted him to do.

“On top of all of that Tom, I can’t remember the last time we did anything as a couple. Most of the time I’m asleep when you get to bed, I can’t remember the last time we touched each other, it’s just draining. It all adds up.”

“I know darling. I promise things are gonna change. Why don’t you pick a film and I’ll be back in a minute?” He said and she nodded as she flicked the TV on and got herself comfortable in bed. She couldn’t remember the last time she had a day in bed. Tom returned almost ten minutes later and she wondered where he had gotten to.

“Where did you end up?” She asked as he made his way into the bedroom, two bottles of water in hand.

“Well, I grabbed these, I made sure Ava was still okay and the baby monitor is working properly and I had to send a couple of emails.” He admitted and her heart dropped, after everything she’d just said? He took in her expression as he placed the water down and jumped into bed with her. “Not like that darling, I’ve passed one of my projects onto Harrison and Harry, they’re gonna finish it up.” He said and she relaxed. “I promised things will change and they will.”

**

“Daddy!” Noah shouted as he ran to his father, who was there at the school gate to pick him up, Y/N right there next to him. It had been a while since they both picked him up. Ava was a little more settled today which made things a little easier.

“How was school?” Tom asked enthusiastically and then almost cried when he realised how long it had been since he asked that question.

“Amazing!” Noah gushed as he looked at his mother. “Mummy, you look so pretty.” He spoke and she laughed.

“She always looks pretty.” Tom defended her and Noah nodded.

“Yeah, but she looks extra pretty today.” Noah said. It had been a while since she was able to put effort into her appearance and she felt better for doing it. Even if it was only a nicely picked out outfit and tamed hair. “Can we go for ice cream?”

“You my boy have an obsession.” Tom laughed as he poked his son playfully. “But yeah, I think that’ll be a good idea.” Tom said as he looked to his wife who nodded in response. She didn’t miss the looks of jealousy thrown her way when they saw her with Tom.

“So what did you do this afternoon?” Noah asked his parents as he was being strapped into the back of the car.

“We watched a film.” Tom stated, it was an absolute lie, they’d gotten half an hour into the film before Tom had his head between his wife’s legs. It had been a while since they’d done anything like that and when they both realised that fact. When they both realised how long it had truly been since they’d done anything, they spent most of the afternoon catching up with each other’s bodies. In between tending to their baby of course, they both felt energized after their endeavors between the sheets.

“Was it good?”

“Absolutely amazing.” Y/N answered as Tom slipped into the driver’s seat, she took his hand in hers as she held it in her lap.

“Can we watch another film when we get home?” Noah asked excitedly.

“Sure, how about we go and spend the afternoon doing something fun and then we can go out for tea, go home and watch a film?” Tom suggested and Noah fist bumped the air.

“Yes! Does this mean you two aren’t going to be boring now?” Noah asked and Y/N and Tom found themselves laughing.

“Yes, this means we aren’t going to be boring anymore.”