#i felt like i couldn't even speak anymore. hard to breathe and shit. this only made things worse for me of course

[outlying-hyppocrate]

to quote tumblr user crayoncloudcat, the "dickish entity" you speak of has returned. i can't sleep. my precious sims are distracting me though, that's fun

[kyber-crystal]

Hi! May I request a sequel to "my little love" for how jake responds to max calling him dad/daddy for the first time? or jake being cute with max and your shared kids (bc i KNOW y'all don't stop after the first one lol)

i'm sorry it took me so long to respond to this but HELL YEAH and i'm extra sorry i didn't post this for a while b/c i wasn't sure about how it turned out in general...anyways, i hope you enjoy : ')

my future || jake "hangman" seresin

summary: as written above! this is a sequel to the headcanon my little love, which i LOVED writing w my whole heart.

settling into married life was surprisingly not difficult. you'd already spent so much time around hangman that forever felt so comfortable

now everyone is so happy and in high spirits. but max is significantly happier than them all and it's so wholesome to see

rooster, or "fairy godmother" (max likes to call him the latter....yes...godmother, not godfather. you don't know why but it's so funny, especially when you watch rooster react to this), is always there to take care of your kiddo when you're busy

he let him sit in his F-14 and take a picture with him :)

and you're paranoid and worrying the whole time but rooster's like "relax, i got him" and he's super chill about it

"he's gonna be a pilot. better than you, even," you leaned over and gave your husband a look

"i think so!"

the kid lives and breathes top gun. and now that you've moved in with hangman, you're only a few minutes' walk from base, making it easy to go back and forth.

when you're working at the hard deck, penny sits him by the nearest booth with a milkshake and some old books and toys

if one of the uncles or phoenix wasn't busy, they'd come over to keep him entertained

and you know when hangman's done for the day when you see max break into his signature grin. you've noticed that you only really see it around him

so you're celebrating his fourth birthday today. it's insane, because he already speaks like a six year old (hangman says it's because you're also smart af. but, being the cocky lil shit he is, fanboy likes to take the credit for it. i mean, the guy majored in biochem, so he knows his stuff)

it's an off day for everyone, so they're able to come help decorate the place. you had the idea to surprise your son, so while everyone was getting ready, fanboy was with max by the beach, playing soccer. they'd come back in an hour and boom!

by the end of things, the hard deck doesn't look like the hard deck anymore. it looks like max's paradise—a kiddie version of top gun, you realize. your heart melts because 🥺🥺🥺

everyone hides when they hear fanboy and max coming in

and then you all jump up from your hiding spots and yell "SURPRISE" and he starts grinning again

and then the kid runs straight towards hangman, giggling in pure delight

"daddy!" he yells

you're all like wait wtf

did he just

say

oh

hangman has to stop for a moment before picking him up. you can see him tearing up bc this is the first time max has ever said this

it's definitely really fulfilling to watch. when he was a baby and screamed and cried for hours at a time out of nowhere, you knew it wasn't always just from tiredness. or being hungry. or whatnot

the rest of the night you're all emotional af and max notices

"daddy why are you crying?"

there go the waterworks...more tears slip down jake's face 🥺😭

"because i'm happy!"

"people cry when they are sad! like when uncle fanboy loses to uncle payback!"

"HEY! kid, i thought you were on my side"

"so, i'm your dad now, huh?"

"forever and ever and ever and ever!"

how could you have gotten so lucky...

you're sitting here in the middle of the hard deck with your family. a family when realization hits. you had a loving husband, and a father, and a child that brightened up your world, and you couldn't have asked for anything more. you finally found someone that wanted forever and wasn't one to back away

now for some more cute moments post-birthday celebration

you take max to base every day right

and hangman will carry him on his shoulders all the time

if he's not done with his flight or workout or whatever, maverick takes his place

or his fairy godmother :)

as soon as he lands, max takes off at the speed of light and goes barreling towards him (how tf is the kid so FAST)

as hangman picks him up he looks at you and says "can we please have another kid. please"

"i want a sister! tell her, daddy!"

"see, the little man agrees"

sorry this ending was so awful i genuinely apologize...

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[roronoagem]

Maybe this would be better? What about Law finding out his SO was forced to eat a devil fruit. She hadn't told anyone and it was only made obvious after she fell overboard and couldn't swim. Maybe she had talked about her previous love for swimming, but no one caught on that it was something she couldn't do anymore.

characters: trafalgar d. water law

content warnings: gn!reader, law feels a bit betrayed lol, reader almost drowned, & very slight argument.

a/n: shitting my pants rn bc i met law in the anime a couple of times & my knowledge is based on vids & his wiki 😭 i’m scared to write him so out of character, please don’t come at me if it’s nothing like law i beg you . . . i’m gonna jump bye !

let’s start with you speaking about how much you loved swimming, how much you loved going to the beach.

everyone on the polar tang knew about it, but they were totally oblivious that you couldn’t do it anymore due to your devil fruit.

not even your captain knew about this.

and he didn’t know you had the powers of a devil fruit, in the first place.

and when you fell right into the water and your head didn’t pop out of the water, bepo started to panic.

“CAPTAIN!” bepo was running from side to side searching for law. “[y/n]..!”

that’s when law appeared and noticed your absence, trying to get the polar bear to explain the situation.

when shachi finally pulled you out of the water, after he jumped in to search for you, you were almost passed out. law felt a hint of panic at the sight because well… it didn’t make much sense from what the bear said.

did you hit your head? did something underwater attacked you? could it be that you got so scared you passed out?

impossible. he knew you too well, you wouldn’t get scared just because you fell into the water, it was calm enough to be able to swim too.

when you finally opened your eyes and started coughing water, law felt relief fill his chest. he checked your pulse and body temperature, make sure you were breathing properly. he wrapped you in a blanket as you were completely soaked.

you felt a bit dizzy, unable to focus on whatever was surrounding you. “[y/n]! i’m so glad you’re okay! i’m sorry!” bepo started to apologise because he stood there panicking instead of taking action, but you weren’t mad at him.

“it’s okay… don’t worry,” you were able to say before meeting law’s hard gaze. you shivered, because he seemed unhappy somehow. “we need to talk,” that’s all he said.

you ended up in his office, he finished checking you up just to be sure you were truly okay. he didn’t say much while doing so, which caused the tension between you two to grow.

“say something,” you gave in before law. it was tiring, to say the least. he was avoiding your eyes too. what the hell?

“you almost drowned,” he said then, tone obvious. but he still was avoiding you. “but i’m here now,” you answered back.

law took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose as he tried to not snap at you. “you were drowning,” he repeated, finally meeting your gaze. “but i’m alive!”

“what happened?” his tone was cold, he was treating you like any other patient. “i fell in the water, shachi pulled me out. that’s all,” you tried to sound as confident as possible, protecting your secret. “you know what doesn’t sound right to me?” law tilted his head to the side, “you talking every second about how much you love swimming, you love the sea, the ocean, and then this happens!”

of course he finally snapped. law is not a dumb man, he knows everything about everyone in his crew — he has to. it was clear you were avoiding telling him something important, and this was making him feel both angry but also hurt… did you not trust him enough?

“i-i forgot how to do that, i guess??” you responded, trying to make him let go of the subject. “you like it so much but you forget how to do that? how is it that i’ve never seen you get too close to the water since you joined this crew, huh?”

so he had noticed. he knew that it didn’t make sense but he never found the right moment to bring this up. but now…

“you’re the one avoiding it in the first place,” you retorted, as if putting him under the spotlight for a second would help you win the argument. “yes, because i ate a devil fruit and–”

when law paused, you noticed realisation spreading all over his expression. he found the missing piece of the puzzle. you ate a devil fruit too.

“why?” as he said that you couldn’t bare to look at him anymore, his tone showed that he felt betrayed by you for not telling him such important information. “[y/n]-ya… look at me,” law took a step closer.

“i was forced to eat it! i didn’t want to do that! i-i genuinely loved the ocean, swimming, these weren’t lies! but…”

when you started sobbing, law moved closer and gently cupped your cheeks. you met his gaze and noticed that he wasn’t angry anymore, he was trying to comfort you the best he could. “i know this is something you’re not proud of, but this information is vital. i needed to know that you ate a devil fruit because it could put your life in danger, just like today. i’d never judge you for it,” he tried to reassure you.

you felt relieved, you wiped your cheeks and then leaned closer to hug him. he caressed your back gently and let you stay like that for as much as you needed.

“i’m sorry,” you then murmured, sighing. “you’re alive and that’s all that matters to me,” law’s tone was firm, he held you a bit tighter for a second. you smiled at his words, words full of his love for you.

[baronessvonglitter]

if love be rough with you, be rough with love | chapter 8 | "i want you to notice when i'm not around"

Dave York x f!Reader

Word count: 1,548

Summary: you keep your distance from Dave while you try to fill your life with other meaningful things, but guys like him always find a way back..

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature and Explicit, child abuse and implied domestic abuse by reader's father (no actual violence occurs but there is child endangerment), angst

Author's Note: basically we're getting a look at the reader's childhood, giving us insight to her mental state and her viewpoint of the world. On a lighter note, I was just riffing on what Dave's IG handle would be, as I wanted it to be something the reader would recognize as him. If there is a real dy.cranberry I apologize for the confusion 😝

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You were eight years old and your family had just left your ballet recital. Your parents, recently separated, left in separate cars. Your younger brother went with your mom, the safe option, and because you didn't want him to feel bad, you let your dad drive you home. Still in your pale pink ballet costume and diamond tiara, a bouquet of roses that your father had given you rests in your arms like a newborn baby. Princess, your father called you, and you truly felt like one. He praised your dancing, the graceful way you kept up with the music while the other girls wobbled about aimlessly. "I think I want to be a ballerina when I grow up," you told him proudly. He looked at you a moment, trying to keep his eyes ahead as sheets of rain came from out of nowhere, obscuring his view of the road. "You can do whatever you want to, Princess. But your mom shouldn't have put all that makeup shit on your face." You'd forgotten about the body glitter and fuchsia lipstick she'd put on you to give some extra pizzazz, and it was nice to see your mom smiling for once as she applied the makeup to your face. "She did that just to piss me off," he muttered to himself. Uncomfortable, you look out the window at the streaming rain. This was a common thing with your dad. He cursed so casually, made threats as easily as he breathed. You could ignore it for a certain amount of time, but there was always that coil in your belly that made you feel like you were going to throw up. You couldn't defend yourself. You were eight. "Your mom doesn't want me back in the house. But you do, don't you, Princess?" He stroked your hair. Your dad had never done anything inappropriate, but you always worried that one day he would take it too far, that one more vodka would push him to that edge that would leave you with scars both physical and emotional. It was hard enough walking that fine line just to keep him happy. For once you defended you mom. "Mom seems happy.. I just want her to be happy." Your dad sped up on the rainy street. As he flew by, other cars honked, swerved out of the way. His anger was directed at you. "And what about me? You don't love me anymore? You love your mom more? Is that it? You little bitch." He sped through a red light and you felt like at any moment you would die. Tears coursed down your cheeks. Your mind went into overdrive as your young brain processed the danger you were in as well as the insults being hurled at you. When you cried instead of answering him, he swerved hard into the next empty lane, shouting at you. Finally you were able to speak, telling him you're sorry, you love him, it's a great idea for him to get back together with Mom. Then it was over. The car was stopped on the side of the road, your dad was stroking your hair and calling you Princess again, saying he loved you more than anything and that nobody could tear his family apart. From then on you never even remembered the recital itself, only the aftermath, and that when your dad hugged you and kissed your head you got away from him by leaning out of the car door to vomit.

It's just one of the bad memories that resurfaces when you're going through stress, and you haven't been sleeping well since forgoing your nights at Dave and Carol's. And memories can't hurt you. Especially when the villain of those memories is dead and can't hurt you anymore.

It's so easy to seethe in resentment, and that's exactly what you do. Dave's rejection of you is like a bruise upon your ego.. no, worse than that, it's a bruise upon your heart. His little self-righteous speech repeats in your head like an earworm, reminding you that because of your purity you're just not good enough.

And then you remember the little tirade you gave him in return and it does alleviate your hurt. You remember the shocked expression on his face. Oh, no one has ever spoken to him that way. But you did.

You spend as little time at the York household as possible, only picking up the girls and dropping them at school. You help Carol with dinner and most of the time you get to leave before Dave even comes home. Your days are rarely spent at their house, but rather in classroom auditoriums and in study sessions once the fall semester starts. Not content with a Bachelor's degree, you're earning your Master's, which is your main reason for having moved up here almost a year ago. Studying becomes the focal point of all your desires, your pent up frustration redirected into academia. In the few times you do see Dave you both make it a point not to speak unless necessary, and even though you refrain from casting secret glances the way you used to, at times you can still feel his eyes on you.

The drive home always feels like you've missed out on something, like a vital part of you has disappeared. You turn up the radio to drown out your thoughts. Thom Yorke (the irony is not lost on you) croons over the radio:

When you were here before Couldn't look you in the eye

When you're studying late one night, in the comfort and quiet of your home, you get a notification ding from your phone on the table next to you. You eyeball it, not picking it up right away. It can't be important. Except it's three in the morning and you never get notifications this late. Curiosity eats away at you as you read then reread the paragraph you're stuck on in your textbook. Then sighing deeply, giving in, you take your phone in your hand. You have your song of the moment on repeat:

I want you to notice When I'm not around So fuckin' special I wish I was special

Someone has liked some of your Instagram photos. Opening the app you find they were liked by a new user, dy.cranberry and there's no doubt in your mind that it's Dave who's liking your pics. You shake your head but you're smiling, actually you're lighting up inside. He wants you to know it's him, otherwise he would've used any other handle. He's probably still awake right now, so you send him a DM:

isn't it a little past your bedtime, boomer?

He replies right away, Can't sleep. Thinking about you.

Ignoring the butterflies in your stomach, you write back, you know what they say. absence makes the dick grow harder

Keep talking like that and I'll have to wake up Carol and put her to good use while I'm fantasizing about you..

shouldn't you be doing that anyway? she's your wife..

Can I call you?

A big part of you wants to say yes. It's such a visceral reaction for you to immediately acquiesce to his needs.

Sighing at your lack of willpower, you write back, sure

Right away your phone buzzes and you see Dave's name on the caller ID. You get on your bed as you answer it. "Hey," you say quietly.

The way he whispers your name in greeting causes a delicious heat to go through you. Can he be so easily forgiven? Maybe, especially when he says, "I want to see you." God, his voice is low, raspy, doing things to make your cunt throb.

"We see each other enough," you say with conviction.

"Can we meet up for coffee?"

You close your eyes, lean your head back against the headboard. "Why? What more do we have to say to each other?"

"I miss you." You hear him, half-hushed, and you can picture him in his white t-shirt and pajama pants, pacing the living room of his house, trying to keep quiet from Carol. This is the first time he's ever shown some emotion and you're not even there to see if it's genuine.

"Sure. I know what you miss." Your words are soft but they carry bitterness.

He's quiet; you wish you could see his expression right now.

"I'm sorry about before," he says in that same quiet, intimate, urgent tone. "I was just.. you took me by surprise. I didn't expect you to not have any experience."

"You make it sound like it was a job interview, Dave. Just say that my virginity freaks you out."

"It took me by surprise," he insists. "And I am not one to be easily surprised."

"So what do you want? A second chance?"

"I want whatever you're willing to give."

His answer is so carefully crafted, but you're able to see through it, though you doubt he'll change his stance on actually taking your relationship to the next level. "Fine. Tomorrow, ten a.m.?"

You can almost hear his smile, a grin like a Cheshire cat. "Perfect. See you then. Can't wait."

"I bet.. oh, and Dave? Your insta handle is ridiculous. Please change it." You hang up, smirking.

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[axcel-lucci]

I miss you... A lot

Trafalgar law x Fem!reader

(it's kinda short sorry)

'mugiwara-ya... That idiot' law thought as he groaned at himself and started to walk to his own room that he shared with his girlfriend

These past couple weeks after the defeat of kaido, Luffy has been annoying him NON-STOP to go and party with them, and at this point the crew kind of annoyed him to agree as well.

He needs another opinion, one that's more... Calm, one that has so much more common sense in them. (Y/n)'s opinion.

Granted they haven't seen each other much in a month, or even more, due to this... Trip. So he was also excited to see her after all these.

He hoped (y/n) was in the room so that he didn't have to search around the sub and bump into crewmates, but imagine his disappointment when he found everything neat and no (y/n) in sight. Only an open wardrobe.

He closed the door behind him and locked it before walking over to the wardrobe to close the door of it, only to then notice one of his hoodies are missing, it made him smile softly realising (y/n) must've been feeling a little rebellious and stole one of them.

After closing it, he then noticed the bathroom that was connected to his room slightly ajar.

He knew peeking was bad, but he's a pirate, and also, he's a little bit of a pervert inside.

So he peeked a little without opening the door at all.

He just saw (y/n) wearing his hoodie and was in front of the mirror, thankfully her back was faced to him and she didn't seem to notice him on the wide ass mirror.

It seems like she had been standing there for a while... She wore nothing but his hoodie that stopped right by her thighs, which he loved, her curves may not have been visible, but he can clearly see them.

She soon started off by running her hands on the sleeves and inhaling the scent by the wrist, sighing, she then hugged herself, mostly the hoodie and grumbled, "I miss him... I miss him so... Much."

His breath hitched, it wasn't one of those cases that she could've stolen his hoodie just to tease him or she liked it, more or less it reminds her of him because she misses him.

"I miss you so much..." She muttered to herself and closed her eyes when she felt tears pricking the corners of her eyes as she shook her head, "it's gonna be alright... He'll come around, eventually... It's just an important thing for him at the moment... I must support him and not weight him down..."

Law felt his heart tighten and pain struck all over him, of course she fucking misses him. It's been a little over a MONTH that they haven't interacted with each other.

He had been so focused on his plan, he failed to remember the love of his life being a person too.

"No. I shouldn't be needy... He needs this closure for himself..." She scoffed, "and this is wrong... I shouldn't wear this without his permission." She sighed and took off his hoodie and revealed her wearing a tight tank top of hers, "shit... It's cold."

Swallowing thickly, he just continued to watch, eager to know what else he was lacking.

She stared down at the hoodie and inhaled the scent of him left on it despite it being clean and washed. His cologne and body fragrance were hard to come off.

"I miss you... A lot... Please come around sooner..." Her voice cracked as her arms instinctively wrapped themselves around the hoodie as if she was hugging him.

Law couldn't take it anymore and opened the bathroom door but just stood there, he couldn't even damn himself to speak without feeling more than guilty.

By now, tears have escaped her eyes once she opened them again she hadn't even realized she had closed her eyes in the process.

(Y/n) MISSED everything of him. His scent, his body, his warmth, even his voice and words. She missed ALL OF HIM.

Her eyes drifted to the mirror to see how stupid she looked and made eye contact with law for a moment before turning back to herself, she didn't even realize it was him, but once it hit her, her eyes went wide and wiped her tears away before turning to him, panicking on what to say about this weird scene.

"L-law! I... It's not what it looks like!" She stammered with a nervous smile on her face a small blush, "i-... It was on the floor I was just picking it up and was about to put in the laundry when I wanted to-"

"You don't need to tell me..." He cuts her off with a small sigh.

"W-what...?" She shivered hoping to whoever gods and goddesses that he won't get mad or scold her for stealing his hoodie.

"Why... Didn't you tell me?"

"Tell... Tell you what?" At this point she was kind of overwhelmed by it all...

"Why didn't you tell me you missed me...? You could always just walk up to me and told me you missed me. Then I would've..." He muttered, "I don't know... Gave you a kiss or something"

"You know I hate coming off as a needy girlfriend... And besides... You were... Busy." She looked away, all ashamed and embarrassed at what he just caught her doing.

For all she knew, he caught her hugging a darned hoodie and telling it how much she missed him.

"No amount of work could ever sum up to you. You're also important to me, and I know... You aren't exactly needy..." He shook his head, "I just wished you came to me instead of keeping all these to yourself"

"I mean... I don't want to weigh you down with my... Stuff... So I just waited patiently... I don't even wish to be a burden to you... I miss you a lot... And I know stealing your hoodies aren't exactly... I'm not exactly proud at myself for doing that."

"What do you mean?"

"I... Wore them without your permission... They're your stuff, here..." She walked up to him and hands him his hoodie, "... You can have it back."

He just stared at the hoodie then at (y/n) who looked away all ashamed and embarrassed about this whole thing.

His eyes were shadowed by his hat so it was hard to read him. But, she grabbed her wrist and pulled her into a tight hug.

"Next time, come to me..." He whispered in her ear, she was just shocked that instead of him getting mad, he just... Hugged her. "You will never ever be a burden to me... Ever."

(Y/n) felt as if all her pent up tears were crushing down hard and felt herself cry against him while hugging him right

"I'm so sorry... I didn't mean to make you feel like a burden... I don't want you to feel as such, I really am so orry for making you feel that way... Please, let me make it up to you if you want..." He muttered as she sniffed and sobbed a bit, "... Do you want to go on a walk around town? I'll keep you close, I promise I'll never leave your side."

She stayed quiet which made him feel insecure if he's saying all the right stuff and doing all the right things.

"Hey... Speak up..." He muttered but refused to pull away, but she just nodded softly making him feel at ease, "that's good... Come on, let's get ready."

Later...

"Torao!" Luffy yelled as law and (y/n) walked by their area.

"Hmm? Oh hello Luffy" (y/n) smiled as law grumbled a small: "get away from me"

Robin seemed to notice how law and (y/n) are holding hands, he doesn't do it quite often but it kind of cignals robin that it was their alone time together. "Captain..." She called as Luffy hummed, "why don't we leave Torao-kun alone for today, it seems he's having a small walk with (y/n)"

"Eh? Oh!" Luffy grinned, "well... See you later at the party then!" With that, Luffy ran off to find Sanji.

"Party?" (Y/n) asked law as they continued walking

"Ugh... I was about to ask for your opinion earlier, should we go?" He asked as she hummed and leaned her head on his shoulders as they walked through tons of greenery

"Us two? If you want, but as a crew? Let them have some fun. We can have our own fun at our room...! I bought this new book about Sora, I was wondering if you'd like to read it with me." She asked

Law kind of expected sex but... "That's good, you bought a new Sora book? What's the chapter?"

"Chapter...? I think it was... 'new story new year'?" She asked more to herself about her memory.

"Ahh... A new release I can't wait to read it with you, baby" he smiled and kissed her on the cheek

She giggled a little "you don't do this quite a lot"

"Oh... I only do that if it's you, I really love you. And I'm sorry that I made you feel alone and lonely... I'm really sorry about that"

"It's okay, totally... Atleast now you're making up for it, right?"

[number1mingyustan]

Bittersweet (Chapter 11–Guilty Party)||k.mgyu + j.ww

Genre: neighbors to lovers, strangers to lovers, angst, smut

Warnings: angst, kissing, cursing, grinding, protected sex, scratching, fingering (f.), lots and lots of feelings, oc is so confused

Summary: in which everything is only downhill from here

Word Count: 3k

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(a/n: second to last chapter :(((( coming to an end soon)

Now it was your turn to avoid. Your timing worked out because spring break had just started. For the past two weeks there was no baseball or school, so you didn't have to be around Mingyu or Wonwoo.

For the break, Wonwoo was spending his time in Paris with his family so communication between you two had died down, not that you were complaining. You texted and facetimed when you could... sort of. You'd made up a lot of excuses when he did try to call you and put in minimal effort to reply to his texts.

You felt horrible about acting so dry toward him, but facing him was so hard for you now. How were you supposed to be around Wonwoo when you felt like shit? Could you tell him about Mingyu's confession? You'd never been in a situation like this. Was there a right thing to do?

What kind of person would you be? The words tingled on your tongue any time you were around him. You couldn't not tell him right? You're still very new to relationships, clearly, and you don't have anyone to talk to about it.

All your friends are also Mingyu and Wonwoo's friends, so opening up to any of them had been ruled out. You know there's a lot at stake if you tell Wonwoo. Tensions will continue to grow between you and Mingyu and it'll completely fuck up their friendship with each other.

But at the same time, his confession has left an unsettling feeling inside of you. You don't really know what it is, but all you want to do is run to your boyfriend and talk to him. You don't know how it makes you feel and you hate it.

And fuck, you really like Wonwoo. You like being able to go to him and you're not a nervous wreck around him anymore.

On top of that, you're running out of time. Mingyu and Wonwoo are graduating in less than a month. Both of them will be off at university soon and you can't avoid them until they leave.

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Mingyu's getting deja vu right now. You're standing in front of his door with your thumbs twittling nervously. He's getting flashbascks to the night you asked him to take your virginity. Admittedly, his heart is beating the same way it did that night. The same way it always does when he's around you.

Even though he's happy to see you, he doesn't know why you're here. You ran out on him after he confessed, which was completely understandable. But then you ran out on him again the next day when he tried bringing it up. Again, he understands why you did it. But what prompted you to show up at his door unannounced after not speaking to him for almost a month.

Admittedly, you're just as confused as him as to why you're here.

"Hi," you breathe out.

He opens the door wider, silently inviting you in. "Hey."

"Can we go to your room? I want to talk to you."

A small smile forms on his face as he nods. He closes the door behind you and the two of you head up to his room. He sits on his bed, you opt to stand. You're having a hard time putting your words together. You have no idea what to say to him.

Silently, you run your fingers along his collection of baseball trophies. You won't look at him, you can't. Your fingers trace along the trophies and medals as you admire all his achievements.

"You wanted to talk?" he breaks the silence.

He's not even hiding it. It's all in his eyes, they speak for themselves. His eyes follow your every movement, gaze never faltering from your face as you stall for time. You can see the love behind the hurt in his eyes, and it scares you. It scares you so much that your hands are sweating and your heart rate has picked up.

"Yeah," you mumble. "Needed a second to get my words together."

You take a deep breath in and exhale. You place yourself down on his bed next to him. "I'm sorry about running out on you. Twice."

"It's okay," he responds too quickly.

"No it's not," you turn, facing him. "I've never dealt with my situations by running away from them. I've always been the type to deal with stuff headfirst, but with you... I got scared and I ran."

"What is it about me that makes you want to run?"

"I don't know."

"I think you do."

He's so close to you... too close. You're letting it happen too. The space between your faces are disappearing, his lips are mere centimeters away from yours. There's something pinching at your heart and you don't know what it is. You can't tell if it's telling you to stop or keep going.

You can read him like a book. It's not hard to tell what's going through his head right now. He wants to kiss you, so fucking bad. Feel close to you again.

"You can't do that," you whisper.

"You're right," he blinks. "I'm sorry."

"Why did you have to go and ruin everything?" your voice breaks as you finally pull yourself back.

"I didn't mean to," his face falls.

"I know," you croak.

"I'm not blaming you, I just–"

"It feels like you're blaming me," he frowns.

"I know," you cover your face with your hands. "I don't blame you, I'm just having a hard time figuring out how to feel about this whole thing."

"Did our conversation make you feel something?"

"I don't know how I feel and that's the problem."

A beat.

It's so quiet Mingyu fears you might be able to hear just how hard and fast his heart is beating out his chest. He can't help but take your words as hope for him. He knows this shouldn't excite him, but it does.

You're unsure of how Mingyu makes you feel now. You know for a fact that you like Wonwoo, he makes you happy and he treats you so nicely. With Mingyu, it's hard to tell. There's a feeling associated with him that's been tormenting you ever since he confessed. You fear you might feel the same, but you genuinely don't know.

You've known Mingyu for so long that you're comfortable with him. Everything fell back into place with you naturally, and you appreciate it so much. You have yet to be able to navigate your feelings though. It is possible that you actually feel the same way and Mingyu? Or are you just telling yourself that may be the case because you can't stand to hurt him.

Your heart broke when his did at the party. You ran away because you were scared. You don't want to hurt him, to lose him again.

Yes, you love Mingyu. But do you love love him? There's so many factors to consider. Mingyu still can't properly commit to a relationship, and God forbid you do feel the same, who's to say you and him would actually be able to manage a relationship?

Two, Mingyu feels like home. But he's always been home for you, because he was your best friend. You know him inside and out but you've never seen him as more. He's making you question everything and as much as you want to trust your gut, you don't even know where it is that your gut is leading you.

You've let yourself sit on the issue and you've begun to second guess everything. Whether you feel the same or not, you still risk losing Mingyu again.

"I need to talk to Wonwoo," you finally state.

"Isn't he in Paris?" Mingyu questions with a frown. He'd momentarily forgotten about your boyfriend.

"He's coming back tomorrow," you lift yourself off his bed.

"He is?" Mingyu asks.

"Yes," you open the door. "So just give me some time to talk to him and figure everything out so I can come back to you and finish this conversation. For real."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

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When you walk out of Mingyu's house, you're surprised to see a familiar black car parked in front of your house. You can see that no one is inside, so you rush through your front door and bolt into your bedroom.

"Wonwoo?" you ask.

"Hey," he smiles. He pulls you into a hug, wrapping his arms around your frame and giving you warmth.

"What are you doing here? I thought you weren't gonna be back until tomorrow."

"My parents thought we were cutting it too close coming back tomorrow because we have school the next day. They wanted to give me time to get situated, unpack and get over the jetlag and stuff," he pulls away. He pushes your hair back behind your ear. "I wanted to come see you though. I feel like I've barely spoken to you since I left."

"I know, I've had a lot going on," you feel a ping of guilt pump into your heart. "How'd you get in?"

"I caught your mom leaving on my way in. She told me you were in here, guess she didn't realize you had left," he explains. "Where were you anyway?"

"I was at Mingyu's," you tell him.

"Oh?" you can tell he's surprised, maybe even a little hurt. "You two are talking again?"

You shake your head. "Not really, it's weird."

"Is that what's been bothering you so much lately?" he asks.

You fear you'll blurt out too much if this conversation goes on any longer. You are with your boyfriend right now, don't want to talk or think about Mingyu.

Impulsively, you shut him up with a kiss. He hesitates at first, but soon enough he's molding into your touch. He kisses you back, allowing his arms to snake their way around your waist. Your hand comes up to his chest, and you push him lightly. Bodies connected, you two sink onto your bed.

"Don't wanna talk," you say between kisses. "Missed you so much."

This is bad, fuck it's so bad. You don't know where your head's at right now. You told yourself you were going to talk to him but you're doing the total opposite. You've always been the type to talk out your feelings, not run away from them, and definitely not this way. You know better.

But it feels so good. You really have missed him, his warmth, his scent, his touch. You know better than to do this, but you couldn't care less at the moment.

With you on top of him, you grind your lower half down as you continue to kiss him needily. He moans into your mouth, cock hardening beneath you.

His hands are on your lower back, pressing into your waist. You break away from the kiss momentarily, pulling his shirt off before connecting your lips yet again. Every touch from your hands was rash and needy.

You pull away again, stripping yourself of all your clothes but your undergarments. With the extra layer gone, you continue to grind yourself down on him. You're sure he can feel the wet patch forming on your panties, not that he'd ever complain. You're quick to reconnect your lips, bringing him back into a heated and passionate kiss.

You snake an arm around your back, unhooking your bra with one hand and tossing it onto the floor. Wonwoo doesn't realize how far you're planning to take this until he hears you opening your drawer. You slide your hand into the drawer, pulling out a box of condoms Mingyu gifted as a joke.

Wonwoo pulls away suddenly. "Shit... are you sure?" he asks.

"Yeah," you let out in a rush.

You really didn't plan on going all the way with him this early in your relationship. You figured it would happen eventually, but not nearly this soon. It's been a little under three months and it would be the smart thing to step on the breaks instead of moving so fast.

But you are in a desperate need of a distraction.

"Like actually? Because we talked about this and decided that we weren't gonna-"

"I changed my mind," you cut him off. "I want this, I promise."

He searches your eyes for any sign of hesitation.

"You don't want me?" you ask.

"Course I do," he licks his lips. "Just wanna make sure you're not gonna regret this."

"I won't." You will. You somewhat already do and it hasn't even happened yet.

You press a soft kiss on his lips for assurance. Then another. Then another. At the third kiss, hi holds you by the back of your neck, kissing you back with fervor. You moan against his lips.

He sits up before flipping you over and pinning you down to the bed. He pulls his sweatpants off, leaving him in just his underwear. He hovers over you as you rid yourself of your panties and pull one of the rubbers out the box.

"Need to stretch you out first," he groans, taking the gold piece of foil out of your hand and placing it back on your nightstand.

"No," you whine, grinding against his thigh needily.

"No?" he raises an eyebrow.

"Just put it in," you beg. "Please."

He plants a soft kiss on your lips. "You know I can't do that. You won't be able to take me," he coos. "2 minutes, I promise."

You huff out in frustration to which he laughs. Though, your frustration is soon forgotten when his fingers find their way to your pussy. He runs his fingers through your folds, coating his digits with your arousal. You let out a breath of satisfaction.

He pushes his middle finger inside of you as his thumb draws small circles on your clit. Your head sinks deeper into the pillow as you let out a long moan.

"Moremoremore," you beg.

He obliges, abandoning your clit and pushing his ring finger inside of you. He stretches you out so good, fingers picking up their pace and pleasuring you deliciously.

"Good girl," he hums.

You're rocking your hips into his fingers desperately. It feels so fucking good. When he curls his fingers inside of you, it instantly sends you over the edge. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and you cry out in pleasure.

His cock twitches in anticipation as he feels you tightening and throbbing around his fingers. He's quick to strip naked and tear open the foil with his teeth while you come down from your high. He slides the rubber onto his length and situates himself above you. His cock rests against your folds.

He slides his cock against you teasingly. He watches your face grow impatient and contort with pleasure. When he's done teasing you, he finally slips part of his length into you.

"You okay?" he asks.

You let out a choked breath. "Yes."

"Fuck maybe two minutes wasn't enough," he groans. "So fucking tight."

You hold onto his biceps, gripping and squeezing as he fill you up with the rest of his length. You figure he was right, you definitely wouldn't have been able to take him without prep.

He sets a steady pace, hips pushing against you slowly as you adjust to him. He listens, paying attention to how your strangled moans turn into cries of pleasure. He takes this as an invitation to move faster, picking up the pace as he fucks himself into you.

Your eyes are screwed shut and you're sinking into the pillow. You're sure your nails are scratching into his biceps as you hold onto him.

"Fuck," he groans.

His hand finds its way to your swollen bud. His finger continues to draw circles on your sensitive nub, filling you with more pleasure each passing second.

It feels good not to feel. To be so focused on how good the sex is that you're longer in your head. You cry out his name again when he sends to back into a state of bliss. You're holding onto him for dear life, crying out and babbling as your mind goes blank.

He follows behind you soon after, spilling into the condom as his thrusts grow messy. He pulls out and collapses on the bed next to you. You're both trying to catch your breaths, panting heavily as you come down.

He presses a kiss onto your forehead. "C'mon, you gotta go pee baby."

You frown as he brings you fully back into reality. It was but a fleeting moment that you didn't feel anything. Didn't have to think about Mingyu or Wonwoo.

You groan, but he helps you up and into the bathroom. He disposes of the used condom while you pee and joins you in the shower.Not much is said, but it's nice to be so close to him. He helps you wash your body, soft and delicate hands tracing over your skin with care.

He takes such good care of you and it makes you feel like shit that you're questioning whether or not you want to be with him. You've been crushing on him since you were a literal freshman and now that he's finally yours, he's even better than you thought he would be and you still have doubts.

After your shower, he ensured that you're well fed, making you ramen before joining you in bed. He holds you close to him the entire night.

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You wake up the next morning with Wonwoo still in your bed. He's sleeping next to you peacefully and snoring lightly. Looking at him only makes you feel worse about yourself.

You sneak of of your bed, careful not to wake him. Curiously, you take a peak at the window. Mingyu is already awake in his room. It's only a few moments before he catches you staring at him.

But this time, there's no witty text message. He simply walks up to the window and closes his blinds.

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I am of my word: Chapter 3 Wednesday

Monday

Tuesday

Wednesday *you are here*

MDNI

warning: Somnophilia if this aint your thing skip it.

After Wolf and Konig's roleplay was over Wolf settled staying at Konig's place for the night but Konig was not done with her, he decided to give our girl Wolf a good morning present. this is partly inspired by a audio gone wild post.

Wolf had decided to spend the night as Konig's place even after the bath he went right back to fucking her on the bed it was almost 1 in the morning before Konig and her were exhausted she was about to get out of bed to leave but konig wrapped his arms around her kissing her neck and speaking almost begging for her stay .

Konig: Liebe stay....it's to late to be out.

Wolf: ...but what will people say about...

Konig: I do not care I'll make them clean the entire armory with a toothbrush.....stay

Wolf: o-okay....

She laid next to him and he pulled her close her breathing slowing down with his, he rubbed his hand on her back making small circles her sleeping form next to him vulnerable to him and only for him.

They fell asleep, the next morning Konig was the first to be up he saw Wolf's sleeping naked form through the thin sheet his eyes looked hungry he licked his lips he felt himself get hard at the thought of her taking his cock in her cute cunt, he removed the sheet seeing her cunt exposed he was rubbing his dick wet with precum he moved down to her legs spreading them he kissed up her thighs giving them small bites Wolf sleeps soundly moaning softly in her sleep. Konig was kissing her pussy softly before diving his tongue between her walls Konig smiled whispering.

Konig: I can’t believe you didn’t wake up yet little wolf. I wonder if you can hear me? Maybe you think this is all a dream hmm Liebe?

Wolf's eyes fluttered open still heavy with sleep feeling something warm and wet between her thighs it made her pussy feel good. She looked down seeing Konig eat her cunt lapping the juices She grinded herself in his mouth her desire growing in her body and she couldn't keep her pleasure inside anymore a moan escaped her lips.

Konig: oh?....that...that was a moan.....mein liebe

Wolf: ohhhh f-fuck..colonel...oh shit please keep going

Konig: I never planned on stopping mein liebe.....I wanna make you cum on my tongue.

Konig flicked his tongue on her clit his arms wrapping around her legs to pull her pussy close to his mouth, the lewd noises from him eating her out she bucked her hips she could hear konig talk in between eating her out she couldnt hold it anymore cumming on his tounge her pussy twitching.

Konig: You sound beautiful moaning your pretty cunt convulsing on my tongue.

he inserted one of his fingers inside, her cunt squeeze tight on his finger.

Konig: I knew if I used my fingers I would wake you up quicker...but I wanted to taste you so badly, do you like when I curl my finger what if I put another finger inside this needy pussy.

Wolf: oohooo fuck....

While he fingered her he kissed her belly up to her chest he took one of her nipples in his mouth sucking on it his finger movement inside her slowing down he whispered in her ear, she was so close to her release she begged him to continue.

Wolf: please no no no please d-dont slow down konig please.....

Konig: shhhhh mein liebe give me a kiss

He kissed her lips he slipped his tongue into her mouth he moves his kisses to her neck she shudders under his touch his fingers still going painfully slow inside her.

Konig: I want a good morning kiss....do you want more than my fingers inside of you liebe?

Wolf: p-please konig...I beg you please put your cock inside me already please!

Konig: I want to fuck you all morning put your back against my chest...I'll do all the work mein liebe.....I know you are still tired from last night....let me spoon you...i'll be gentle.

Wolf put her back to his chest feeling his hard cock on her ass she felt him rub his cock between her ass cheeks she blushed and whimpered at the feeling.

Konig: do you feel how hard it is for you.....I can't take it anymore you're making me feral ...wolf I want to use this pussy whenever I want tell me you want the same.

Wolf: y-yes please Konig please use this pussy whenever you want it's all yours.

Konig: lift your leg ohhh fuck you still feel wet against my cock it feels amazing.....

He put his cock in between her cunt lips teasing her with the head of his dick before pushing it slowly between her pussy lips she felt him fill her up with his thick cock, a loud gasp escaped her lips, as he thrusted slow at first into her gradually picking up speed.

Konig: fu-fuck I'm gonna breed you liebe, please let me breed your tight pussy mein liebe.

Wolf: oh fuck I dont care....I dont care if I'm not on birth control fucking use me Konig please!

Konig chuckled as he picked up his pace pounding away in her tight hole his eyes widening at her confession he continued to fuck at her tight little cunt relentlessly her eyes rolling in the back of her head as he kissed her neck and whispered how he's gonna cum inside her.

Konig: let go....I got you, Fuck Yes, that’s it Liebe that’s it, I’m gonna cum. Yes, cum with me baby, let me fill your pussy up. Fuck yes!

Wolf: holllly shit! please please please cum inside

Konig growled into her neck when he released a load deep inside Wolf's womb it felt like he was saving it when wolf felt his cock pulse inside of her she felt his cum leak down her leg. Konig was breathing heavily...

Wolf: are you okay Konig?

Konig: Ich wäre fast ohnmächtig geworden.....Oh, shit. I’m… Actually lightheaded.

Konig chuckled quietly groping her tit softly and pinching the nipple he talks like he's ran a marathon tired and sleepy. Wolf still feels his cock pump cum into her pussy.

Konig: I don't want to pull out I want to feel like this for a little while....we should call off work little wolf I want to continue this with you.

Wolf: ahhh.....thats fine to me colonel.....I want to stay in bed with you all day....this is better than training....

Wednesday was certainly a slow day for the both of them Konig kissed her neck and cuddled with her, Wolf was excited about the rest of the week what he had in store for her and honestly if more mornings where like this she would never get out of bed.

(i probably need to edit the shit out of this but its fine)

[sweetbbyshion]

wondering why (chapter 1)

-> Touya Todoroki (Dabi) x Fem!Reader

Summary: "How can I hit rewind so I could find a single reason why you would leave with no goodbye"

Touya walked into your life with no warning and settled himself in your heart. But how do you expect to build a relationship based on lies and betrayals?

warnings: mentions of abuse, blood and wound descriptions, mentions of alcohol, don't invite strangers into your home please

masterlist -> next chapter

Touya Todoroki was dead.

That's what Dabi repeated to himself every day in front of the broken mirror of his shitty bathroom. He went through hell and back in his old house and even years after he felt like he never left. The memory of his dad’s screams would wake him up in the middle of the night, ready to set the room on fire to protect himself from the man that was about to beat him up in his dream. Dabi felt pathetic whenever it happened. He wasn't a little kid anymore and Endeavor couldn't hurt him now but the nightmares never left him alone.

Dabi walked every day on this Earth on the verge of death. Heroes were always trying to get him, the League couldn't be trusted and even his own body wanted to destroy him. The embarrassing amount of times Dabi laid half dead in a dirty alley, crying because he felt like he was burning inside out, were too many to count.

His reflexion stares back at him, dry blood on his cheeks and he knows he would have dark circles under his eyes if his face wasn't all fucked up. His left side, just below his ribs, hurts and Dabi knows he should get some medical attention. Maybe the League should try to get someone with a medical quirk to work with them. He wonders if they could fix his burns. He asks himself if it was possible for him to live a normal life once again if his burns got healed totally.

A harsh knock on the door gets Dabi’s attention. Twice’s voice is heard outside the room, letting him know Shigaraki is waiting. Dabi is quick to clean his face before leaving. It hurts when he walks but he ignores the pain when he steps into the room, leaning against a wall to hear Shigaraki speak. It's a boring meeting and Dabi only hears that he has to kill somebody. He tried to make someone else go, “I have shit to do”, but he doesn't have much luck, Shigaraki is set on forcing Dabi to go.

So Dabi tries not to think about pain as he walks through the shadows, carefully following his target. It's dark, his hoodie doesn't do much to stop him from getting wet because of the rain and his left side still hurts. A sharp pain hits him and Dabi has to lean on the wall, holding his side as he bites his lip as hard as he can to not let out a noise. When he looks back up, his target is gone. He resists the urge to punch the wall he's leaning on and takes a deep breath, hissing when his side throbs. He isn’t in the mood to deal with Shigaraki right now so Dabi sits on the floor, head leaning back against the wall as his hand grabs his side. These were the times Dabi would think that maybe everything would be easier if he just got caught. There was no way the heroes would kill him, they are not like that, but would the torture he would have to endure worse than the life he is living right now? Is there much difference? At the end of the day, he is tired of running. But even if he regrets most of his life decisions, he doesn't regret escaping that hell. Even though he had to leave his siblings behind.

God, he wonders how they are doing. He wasn't strong enough to check on them after he left. He knows Shoto was studying to be a hero, he had the opportunity to see him when the League kidnapped one of his classmates. It was notorious how strong his younger brother had become. The burn mark around his eye got Dabi worried, he can only pray that Endeavor didn't do it. Besides that day, he never saw Shoto again. Or Natsuo and Fuyumi. He hopes that Natsuo isn’t still mourning him, that Fuyumi followed her dreams without anything holding her back. They were good kids, they certainly didn't deserve to live with Endeavor. Dabi really wants them to escape one day, like he did.

Dabi closes his eyes, feeling the cold rain cool his skin. Maybe everything will end today. It is hard to live so many years in pain, skin itching every moment of the day and his brain so fucked up to the point where Dabi doubts he could live a normal life. Despite everything, he isn't sure if he wants to die like this - alone in the rain, without someone holding his hand. He always knew love was too much for him but, somehow, he always thinks about it whenever he is close to dying. He doesn't expect someone to fall for him, not when he looks the way he does, not after all the shit he did and all the mental baggage he carries. Dabi doesn't deserve love or anything related to it but he can still dream about it; about a true love that would look past all of his flaws; about a warm touch holding him at night after another harsh nightmare; about someone who would listen and comfort him while he cries over his dad, his wounds, his choices. But no matter how much Dabi wants someone to love, he is still a villain. He doesn't deserve it.

“Are you ok?!” a gasp is heard and suddenly the rain isn't hitting him anymore. He opens his eyes and stares up. Dabi never believed in the afterlife, even if it didn't exist he would be still going to hell, but right now you look like an angel, holding a white umbrella that you moved to protect him from the rain. “I’m calling an ambulance.” You kneel beside him, clumsily trying to dial the number and hold the umbrella. Dabi quickly reaches for your wrist to stop you. “You can't call an ambulance. I can't be seen like this.” You look at him confused and try to convince him that going to the hospital would be better. “You have to promise me that you won't call for an ambulance.”

For some unknown reason, Dabi hates the sad look on your face. He almost tells you to call the damn ambulance just so that look goes away but he's interrupted by your hands grabbing his arm and trying to pull him up. Your hands are warm despite the cold, Dabi wants to pull you closer to feel more. “Come on. I live nearby.”. Dabi would laugh if it wasn't for the sharp pain on his side. Were you stupid? Must be if you're inviting a random stranger into your home. Still, Dabi lets himself get pulled up and you drop one of his arms around your shoulders. The white umbrella is forgotten on the floor as you take small steps, trying not to fall with the weight of the man on top of you. Dabi noticed how you got closer to him, perhaps trying to get a bit of his body heat because of the sheer cold and constant rain falling. Surprisingly, even for him, Dabi lets you (and if he makes his body temperature just a bit higher, that's for only him to know.).

“I could be a villain, you know?” he hinted. He wants to scream at you to get away, he can hurt you. You simply laugh, completely carefree as you keep leading him to your home.

As you mentioned before, your apartment really isn't that far away. You're on the first floor which makes things a lot easier, not having to carry Dabi for longer. He leans against a wall to let you unlock the door and quickly you're back to his side to help him. You make him sit on the couch, totally ignoring the fact that his blood will ruin it. He watches closely as you go back to lock the door and then sit next to him. Dabi barely registers your voice telling him to take off his shirt so you can see the wound. Surprisingly, even for him, he does what you told him but he regrets the moment your eyes widen at the sight of the dark purple wound on his side, visible even through his burn marks. Your fingertips touch it, so softly that he barely notices it.

“I don't know what to do.” you murmur, your eyes never leaving the wound with your fingers still caressing it like you want to take away the pain like that.

“Then why did you bring me here?”

“I couldn't let you stay there. What if you died?” you say, pulling back your hand. Dabi holds himself back not to grab your wrist and bring your hand to his body again.

“So you would rather I die here?” Dabi doesn't like the feeling he gets when you look up and your eyes are shining with unshed tears. Your lower lip trembles a bit and you reach for the phone in your pocket. He sees you type ‘how to treat bruises’ on google and he has to hold back a laugh. “I can just call my… friends and they’ll pick me up.” You look up from your phone, those tears still in your waterline, threatening to fall at any moment. You pass him your phone without any signs of reluctance and walk to the kitchen to give him some space.

Hesitantly, Dabi calls Shigaraki and, in a low voice, admits to his boss what happened and where he is right now. He finds himself borderline begging Shigaraki to not do anything to you, after all it didn't seem like you recognized him. Either way, they couldn't risk it anymore and someone aside from the main group was assigned to pick him up from the house. Dabi regrets giving your address as soon as he hangs up but he makes sure to let Shigaraki know that you should be left alone as soon as he sees him. Your head peeks to know if he is done and when you see the phone next to him on the couch, you make your way over holding a tray with sandwiches and a cup of water. You place it on the table in front of him and tell him to eat something before leaving.

“What's your quirk?” he asks curiously as he takes a bite of the sandwich.

You go back to playing with your hands and looking away as you reply “I don't have one.” Dabi almost chokes on the food going down his throat, eyes wide when he looks at you. He thought that maybe you had a strong quirk, that was the only reason you would bring a stranger into your safe place. But now, he is sure that you're really stupid if you brought him here without even having a quirk. “What's… what's yours?”

“Blue flames,” he mutters.

“Woahhhh.” you breathe out. “That's such a strong quirk. Are you a pro-hero?”

This time Dabi really laughs, ignoring the pain on his side. A pro-hero, sure. “You could say that.” He jokes. To be fair, he was doing everyone a favor so he might as well be considered a hero. You stare intensely at him and for a second Dabi thinks you might have recognized him. But, as he pays more attention, he realizes that your eyes are kind and soft. It's more or less like you're memorizing his face, making sure you get everything. He looks at you with the same intensity, Dabi thinks he doesn't want to forget about you either, for some odd reason. You're about to say something more when a knock on the door catches both of your attentions. Dabi quickly gets up, he doesn't want you meeting anyone else from the League. “Hey.” he calls out for you, hand on the doorknob. “Thank you.”

With those final words, Dabi leaves through the door. As he walks to the car with one of the League's villains, he wishes he could see you again. It's probably impossible and dangerous. You were so nice to him that he can't imagine what he would do to himself if you got hurt because of him. But months pass before he sees you again.

The next time you see the man happens five months after the first encounter.

You figured that he would look for you once he got better, there was a connection there that you thought he felt too but apparently you were wrong. You know it was dangerous to let a stranger inside your house but you felt something. Your gut was telling you (more like screaming) that you could trust him.

Even though you missed him, for some strange reason, you didn't try to look for him either. How could you when you didn't even know his name. You caught yourself passing by the alley multiple times, in hope that you would find him again but that wasn't successful. Then, you pondered about asking your friends but there was always something holding you back. So you chose to stay still and continue to live your life, in hopes that you would see the dark haired man once again.

Your routine was the same as always. Wake up, go to university, study, go back home, sleep. Sometimes you would break the monotonous routine just to hang out with a couple of friends but most of the times, you just wanted to go home, lay in bed and spend the rest of the day wondering what went wrong in your life that made you unable to have enough social battery to hang out with people that genuinely like you. A part of you screamed that maybe you were hoping that the man would go back to your house and you wanted to be there to see him. You feel as if you live everyday waiting to see the man that made your life a bit more interesting.

The meeting happens out of nowhere. It's a late Tuesday afternoon, the sun is setting in the horizon and you're walking to a nearby café to meet up with a couple of friends before going out for dinner with them. Your eyes are set on your phone as you quickly text the group chat that you're almost there. Before you are even able to send the text, a hand covers your mouth and pulls you to the familiar alley. You try to scream for help, squirming in their embrace but to no avail. Before you can start punching the person that decided to kidnap you, they turned you around swiftly. The scream dies in your throat when you see the recognizable blue eyes. He lets you go with a chuckle, watching you stutter a few words and in a mental fight with yourself to decide whether or not you should hug him.

“Your name!” You blur out, making you want to hit yourself. “What's… your name?”

The man stays quiet for a bit, you can't read his expression but you wait patiently for an answer. “Touya.”

Touya. The pretty man you met finally has a name. Touya. You catch yourself repeating the name in a murmur, hearing how it rolls off your tongue. You tell him your name and he does the same. You never liked someone saying your name as much as you liked Touya saying your name. You want to keep hearing it, you want to hear his voice, even if it's just random thoughts that come to his mind; you never want him to shut up.

“How's your wound?” You decide to ask before you say something you shouldn't say out loud. Touya simply grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls up, just enough to show you the area where the nasty bruise was. It's totally healed, as you expected to be after five months. He doesn't keep his shirt up for long but it's long enough for your heart to skip a beat at the sight of the naked skin and short enough to not let you reach out and touch him like you did back at your house. You look back at him, observing the blue eyes that pull you in every time you look at them. It always feels like he can see all of your secrets but you don't look away, ever. You let yourself be the most vulnerable you have ever been whenever he looks at you like that.

Your phone ringing drags you out of your moment with Touya. One of your friends is calling and you see that you're already late to meet them. You wish you were selfish enough to cancel on them just so you could talk to Touya a bit more, but you can't be that person. You look at the man standing in front of you with an apologetic smile. “I have to go.” you whisper, if you said it too loud it would make it too real and you don't want to think about leaving Touya after seeing him again after months.

He nods, understanding and places his hand on your head ruffling your hair a bit. “Don't look so sad. How about I pass by your house tomorrow night?”

You're certain that your eyes shine with excitement as you nod repeatedly. “I’ll be waiting for you.” You say, again denying a call from your friends as you send a quick text saying you're almost there. “See you, Touya.” He waves as you start running to the café. Your hair is a mess and you're out of breath the moment you meet your friends but you couldn't feel happier, your heart beating so fast to the thought of Touya going to your house tomorrow. Your friends question you but you don't answer, just letting them know something unexpected happened and it took you longer to get there. They eventually let it go as the night passed by but you couldn't stop thinking about Touya.

Time was taking too long to pass, you wanted it to skip to tomorrow night just so you could see Touya again. Maybe it would be a good idea if you asked him for his number.

The night passes slowly, you barely pay attention to the conversations as you keep reminding Touya’s touch. You still felt a tingling sensation on your body from when he grabbed you. Were you in love after meeting him merely two times? You couldn't be, right? You only just learned his name but you have never felt so interested in someone like you were interested in Touya. There was something about the man that kept pulling you in, that made you want to learn more about him. For some reason, something inside you kept telling you he was hiding something but you chose to ignore it. If you tried to look into it too much, you would certainly ruin the image you have of Touya and it would all stop feeling like a fairytale. Your heart aches at the thought.

Your friends invite you to go to a club after. You try to come up with an excuse but they can be persuasive. At the end, you accept the request but you tell them you won't be staying long. Luckily, the club isn't that far away from your house either so you let yourself drown a couple of drinks with your friends, letting your body loose on the dance floor. Nonetheless, you kept looking around the room in hope that you would see Touya.

Maybe if your life was a movie, he would, coincidentally, show up at the club. You would dance together, his hands holding your waist as he keeps saying he can't dance. You would throw your arms around his shoulders, getting a little bit of confidence due to the alcohol, and swing him from side to side so he’s dancing with you. That would make Touya laugh, so carefree and beautiful that it would leave you hypnotized. At the end of night, he would start blaming your actions on the alcohol and would make it his responsibility to take you home and make sure you got there safe. You would be sobered up by the time you're almost home. Touya would notice you're cold and he would lend you his jacket, then throw his arm around you to bring you close. You wouldn't kiss him when you got home but you would peck his cheek and watch him blush as you close your door. But, obviously, that won't happen because by the time you decide to leave, around four in the morning, Touya is nowhere to be seen and you're left walking back home alone, in the cold night.

You struggle to unlock the door, your hands shaking just like your whole body. You fumble a bit with the keys until you finally hear the click signaling the door is unlocked. You push it open and get in, discarding your shoes as you lock the door behind you. If it was any other occasion, you would simply change clothes and go to bed but you can't afford getting sick when Touya is visiting tomorrow. So you push yourself to take a warm shower and drink some tea before putting on the warmest pajamas you own and hide under the covers, not letting any cold in. You fall asleep like you spent the whole night - thinking about Touya and the few moments you shared with him. You fall asleep creating all kinds of scenarios for the next day, what you can say or do and how to react depending on what Touya will say or do. You were excited yet terrified because of how fast you were falling for this guy you barely knew; even more scared that it wouldn't be reciprocated.

[yourstrqly]

only direction; ødegaard

pairing: martin ødegaard x fem!reader

warning: angst w a slightly cute ending (also first time writing an angst and not proofread !!)

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it shouldn't go the way it did, it wasn't even supposed to happen — it was supposed to be a happy ending for the pair of you, like orpheus being desperately devoted to his beautiful eurydice or marie curie keeping on working on her husbands and her own science researches even after his death.

you already had suffered, yet the world couldn't stop the misery, presenting you with an apocalyptic kind of shit.

martin and you had given each other everything since day one, always supporting one another, fighting together but nothing good lasts forever.

Your grandma once said to you that you're only kids, the first love's always going to be a shadow following you around, you'd have to look over your shoulder to spot it, — a reminder if you will say so —, however the heartbreak wasn't something she thought worth of mentioning.

oh the heartbreak. the norwegian and you weren't a romance people fantasized about though you had been content and in love. As you grew within age, the problem started to announce themselves — when you fought, you fought like lions, clashing and making up afterwards.

Holding on the idea of love — desire, together being stronger, almost like winners, and comfort —, neither of you understood how love could get lost in years of being partners. How would someone realise the feeling after seven years? Would you even step forward and admit it? Would you even find another partner, fall in love?

So many questions and you won't get answers if not committing to the true feelings.

You both had been talking about the near future; a wedding, a bigger house, even kids were on the list. Adult things, a list society had written out to all the "traditional" couples. In a sense the blonde footballer and y/n were the subject; wearing the pink glasses, you had definitely talked about it.

But then again life happens. You started to see each other less, neither of you taking the time for the other which resulted in screaming battels. Those also took place when for example Martin put a clothing article of yours away or not talking about little things like buying small trinkets and weekly meal planning.

The more you stressed about talking about the next stage of your relationship, the more toxic it got, so one day you decided to break. You knew Martin would never step up, not having the heart to say those words. But someone had to before you'd grow old and miserable.

Thats the starting point; Wednesday evening in the middle of mai. With the back to you the norwegian watched the london traffic, staying silent and waiting for you to speak. Both of you felt the tension in the air, holding on the last minutes of the delusional thing that you called a loving relationship.

Taking a deep breath, you starred at his back. The words burned on the tip of your tongue.

"Martin, you know that we're not the same anymore", you spoke. Nervously, you smooth out the fabric of you shirt, clearly in search of a reaction but the man didn't do anything which in return frustrated you. Weren't you worth a reaction, a word or a gesture?

"I do love you though, but this is hard. This", you pointed between the pair of you, despite him not looking at you, "this is breaking us."

Finally turning around you could see tears shining in the blonde's eyes — a sight you hated to witness. It didn't matter how often you saw him silently crying, it broke a piece in you. Before you feel in love with him, he had been your best friend, your day one, your ride or die.

"Say it y/n, say words", he requested in a exhausted tone.

Tears started to escape your eyes, rolling down your cheeks.

"I fell out off love", you cried, "I'm sorry, I didn't want to, it simply happened." Repeating the apology whilst breaking completely down you didn't notice how Martin made his way up to you. Gently, he pulled you in his strong arms, caressing your back, letting you cool down.

After a while your tears dried up but you stayed in his arms, enjoying the feeling of your head resting against his chest. His heart beat like crazy; he'd announce the final words, that you were sure about.

"I fell out off love, too, y/n", he confirmed, "I'd like to make a promise, if that's alright with you?"

You only nodded, not finding your voice.

"If we're going to decide to start a relationship again, we'll not stress about what others think is the best for us, okay? We fought and fought, and still we lost", kissing the top of your head Martin continued," I'd like us to be at least civil, staying in contact — remember when you promised, you'd always be my friend first? Hold onto it, I can't lose you."

"I promise, skatten min."

[kteezy997]

I’m With You-Part Five//Lee (Bones and All)

Warnings: smut in the beginning, cannibalism!!, blood, scared/upset reader, crying Lee, self-loathing Lee

You got out of the truck and shut the door and headed for the cornfield. The further you ventured in, you could hear a man moaning, you could tell it wasn’t Lee. “Faster man, faster, faster.” Carnival Guy demanded. He was panting. You came closer to them and looked ahead and you saw them: Lee was shirtless, standing behind Carnival Guy, who was completely naked.

Lee was reaching in front of the other man, jerking him off. “Faster.” Cried the carnie, moaning louder. Jealousy and anger pulsed through your veins. You wanted to yell at Lee, you wanted to hurt him for the way he was hurting you right now. You were absolutely disgusted by his actions, and you couldn’t wrap your head around what was happening.

You could feel yourself trembling like mad, just seconds away from screaming at Lee. But the moment you opened your mouth to say something, you saw Lee take something out of his back pocket and he brought the small object up to the Carnival Guy’s neck. With one clean cut, he sliced a blade across his throat, slinging blood as he did.

You gasped, covering your mouth with your hands in fear of being heard or noticed. Your heart pounded so hard, you thought it might burst right out of your chest. With a thud, the carnie’s body fell to the ground. He was on his back, blood pouring from his mouth and dripping from the fatal wound across his jugular.

You couldn’t look away, it was like a train wreck. You watched as Lee kneeled down beside the other man’s body. He gasped for air as he gargled blood, it was the most horrific thing you’d ever seen. Or so you thought. Lee leaned down even further on the ground, placed his hand on the dying man’s chest and…he took a bite out of him, and then another, and another.

You tried to believe you were only experiencing a nightmare, the most grotesque and terrifying nightmare that could be dreamt of. But deep down you knew it wasn’t. Not only had you witnessed Lee slit someone’s throat, but now he was eating them. You felt nauseous and weak beyond measure. You needed to leave, you needed to not see this for another second longer.

You managed to turn around and run back the way you came. Lee heard your running steps and the rustling of the cornstalks. “Y/n!” he yelled for you, but you ignored him. You ran to the truck and got in, fully intending to leave and never look back. That’s how scared you were of him. But he had the keys.

“Shit!” you cried out as you began to sob. The next time you looked up, there he was: blood from his cheeks down to his chest. “Y/n, hold on! Please!” he ran to the side of the truck. “I’m not gonna hurt you! I would never hurt you, y/n, please, I need you to believe that. Just let me talk to you.” You just looked at him, unable to stop the tears from falling.

He saw the pain and the anguish in your eyes, and he said, “Fuck. Y/n," he shook, "I am so sorry! I did not want you to see that." He looked away from you, his face twisted up as he cried. His face became smeared with tears and blood. It was heartbreaking to see him in this moment. "I need you to know that I hate this part of myself." he said, no longer able to look at you.

"Lee," you did your best to calm down and speak fully, "I can't.. I can't be around you right now. I-I think I need some time to myself." More tears fell, "I don't know if I can see you anymore, Lee. I'm... scared." you took a breath, but it was ragged. "No! You don't ever have to be scared of me. I'll never hurt you, I swear it! I don't...like to hurt people." You shook your head; you just simply couldn't process anything more at this time.

"I... I have to go. Please give me the keys." you said with as much firmness as you could muster up. Lee sighed, fumbling into his pockets, eventually fishing out the keys to the truck. He handed them over to you and you quickly grabbed them. "y/n, I know you are afraid and confused right now, and maybe I have no right saying this, but I wanna beg you to not disappear on me forever. Please, I don't think I can bear it. Not you. You were...so unexpected, but I really care for you. I don't want to be without you. Take all the time you need, but please find me again, I... need to explain. Please."

"Lee, I can't do this." you sniffled, shoving the key into the ignition. He put his hand on the door. "I know, but I just need you to know how I feel. I do not want you to feel sorry for me, or want you to feel obligated to me, or anything like that. But I don't know what I'll do if I never see you again." "I have to go!" you yelled, feeling bad for it, but not backing down. "Goodbye, Lee."

@chalabagellunafluff @gatoenlaciudad @sexylifestylesblog @quicksilversg1rl

[thedumbguywithaheart43]

Spark of hope

story one chapter 18 Zune and the Rough Morning.

1. Once sparks had arrived home with spike he decided to excuse himself claiming he wasnt hungry. Technically he was telling the truth his appetite was gone but it was because he was nervous. Last 10 years this voice has been with him.

2. It only spoke a few times but it never truly made itself known. The first time was years ago as he recalled it when he first awoke from his fall. Back then it sounded more like a mad screaming in his mind. Yelling for him to let the storm rage. A sense of anger that added to his pain.

3." Guess im lucky im not insane...not fully anyway" He gruted as he closed his door locking it shut. He turned. "Ok im alone speak spirit......" he waited a few moments. For a second he belived that perhaps he finally has gone insane.

4. "Good guess rammy." He nearly jumped as he turned to face his bed. There a young mare sat looking at him with a smirk. She was jet black with bone white hair. Her cutie mark the same. It was like looking at a freaky mirrior image of himself. Only two things were different besides the gender.

5. Her eyes were a stormy grey an seemed much older then the mare herself. Also she was transparent like a ghost. " Holy shit."

6. The mare laughed at him for a moment. "Good to finally be able to talk. Names zune." Sparks went quiet he looked into her eyes to try an read her but he couldn't. All he saw was the storm. His heart rate started to increase his hair on edge. "I don't have long to speak ram so listen closely. Ive chosen you to hold my power. A power much older then even the elements themselves. But first you need to accept it."

7. He was afraid. He backed away as he felt the wall around him starting to crumble. "Stay away! I don't want your power! I don't want this!" His breath became heavier as visons of clouds surrounded him.

8. Zune sighed as she approached her form seemingly shifting as the clouds surrounded them. Her form was now at a hight that rivaled celestia herself. If she had a horn one could've mistaken her for a alicorn. " Im afraid that choice isnt up to us anymore.... you must conquer this fear or be consumed. An for that little dragon sake I hope its soon."

9. The winds blew harder with every word. The tempest swirls like a huricane. Yet dispite his fear once she mentioned spike he swallowed a bit of fear. " what do you mean?!"

10. she now stood infront of him her wings extended. " A Dragon kight shall rise when his time comes for goodbyes. The dead will return. When the titians come equestria WILL BURN. Poison will save as four guardians unite as they prepare for final fight! Dragon poison dead an storm great hero they must form. Love an pain in everfree might you all will be OUR LAST LIGHT!"

11. He heard the mares voice echo in his mind as her form faded into the storms. Once again he felt weightless. A sickly feeling came as he felt himself fall. He tryed to scream his fear unable to be contained yet when he screamed nothing came out except the sound of thunder.

12. He closed his eyes waiting for the pain. The crunching of bone. The taste of blood to fill his mouth. But it never came. Soon the sound of winds past an he flet something. Something was holding his hoof. It was hard an smooth. The edges were sharp but grip was gental.

13. Then he felt something soft on his forehead. It felt like fur both soft an fuzzy. The smell of lavander filled his noise. The feeling an smells caused him to feel more relaxed an calmed. Before he opened his eyes he could his feathers apon his wings twitch.

14. He became aware of his room. He felt a breeze from an opened window. He felt the crystals of the castle give off vibrations. He could feel the engery of harmony stir. It sensed him as he sensed it. The flow began to calm an the vibrations started to stop. Then he felt his body. He was currently laying flat but someone had lifted his head. No some drake was lifting him. He could sense the panic the worry. He used his own strength to now sit up witch calmed the dragon.

15. He was now senseing the one in front of him. It was a pony. He sensed the magic in her a unicorn perhaps. But then he heard the Suttle movement of her wing in sync with her breath. An alicorn. A freind. His eyes shot open an he saw directly into her eyes.

16. He saw her worry. She was panicked. Twlights eyes to him were an opened book. He read her emotions with ease. Panic worry fear and....guilt? Unlike spike she hasn't calmed she still was breathing hard. Her eyes showed confusion she couldn't tell what was wrong with him.

17." S-sparks?" Her voice to sparks was lovely yet held all the panic she was feeling. He now rises as spike backs away to give him room. He caught a glace at him an his emerald colored eyes. They were confused but hopefull. Seeing sparks had gave him a feeling of reinsurance.

18. It then when sparks spoke. His voice now raspy. "I am ok." He stretched himself out moving his body but felt his wings now free. He gave out a small grunt unhappy with his exposed wings.

19. They continue to stare examing him. Her hoof now retracted. She was still confused an concerned for him. " Are you sure do you remember anything?" Sparks raised an eye brow. "Its just after you went to your room a...storm blew in and it shook the castle then...."

18. She looked away from him her gaze looking to the floor. Spike place a claw on her shoulder. He looked at sparks an spoke for his care taker. " Twilight went to check on you and found you yelling. Were not sure but we thought you were sleep walking she tried wake you but you collapsed then the storm stopped."

19. Sparks sighed knowing now what had happened. He turned away from them walking over to a drawer.from it he pull out two large bands. (Wich he had bought with a few bits from rainbow.) He carefully placed them onto his wings.

20. He then turned to face them. " I apologize for the storm I had a......particularly bad nightmare." Twilight still didn't speak she still looked ashamed. Spark walked over to the princess. "Twilight you didn't do anything wrong you tryed to help. You were not the cause of my sudden collapse. " Twilight quickly turned to face him suprised. "How did you kno-" her question was caught off by the awnser.

21. "My mum taught me how to read Ponys when I was young. Now why dont we head down stairs it is morning now right?" He asked as he looked at the window noticing celestias sun rising into the air.

22. Twilight nodded and lead the trio down stairs. Before they entered sparks could sense what was in the kitchen. The smell of apples an grim filled his senses. Applejack had just entered the kitchen recently and he could practically taste the ingredients she had out for pie.

23. When twilight opened the door Aj turned to her giving her a soft smile. Her eyes shifted to each of them but paused when her eyes met sparks. It was but a moment before turning her gaze back to her freind . "Heya suger cube I'm putting together a little treat for everyone why dont you and spike go take a seat id like to meet our guest." While he only had a moment to read her eyes it was more then enough. She was strong a strength more then just physically. Her heart carried the same strength. She held a arua of honesty around her. Her heart was just as honest. Yet when she looked at him he saw threw the kindness she put on. There was distrust.

24. She was weary of his presence an was on guard. There was tinge of something in her not quite fear but perhaps concern or a sense of caution. This went noticed by twilight an spike who simply smiled an left the room. Then it was just the two ponys alone. She turned an began to cut away at some more apples.

25. Sparks slowly walked over keeping abit of distance. "So Sparks huh a pretty peculiar name aint it? Not judging but tell me that really whatcha called?" Something in her voice told him she was testing him. She wanted to see if he would lie. Now he wondered should he.

26. He let out a small breath before. "It not the name I was born with but its the name I choose." Applejack said nothing but the flick of her ear told him she was curious. Still she continued to cut away. "So you wouldn't happen to know about my missing apples would ya partner."

27. He looked away slightly ashamed of himself. Its not that he regretted what he did. He knew that at least at the time it was an effective method of getting food. But her tone reminded him of the way his mother would bring up his actions.

28. He swallowed a small bit of air. "Yes it was... me I do apologize an I am willing to work off or pay back any debt I owe you an your family. Although I would need some time to earn the bits."

29. He didn't look at her but he could feel as her gaze landed on him. "Huh." it was her only response as he made the last touches on the pie before placing it into the oven.

30. She set the timer to the oven then waited in silence. The two stood there for what felt like forever it wasnt untill the Pie was nearly done did she speak. "Are you dangerous?"

31. Her question did catch him off guard to say the least. When he didn't awnser right away she clarified. "Are you a danger ta my freinds?" He looked right at her into her eyes. She seemed to be reading him as much as he read her.

32." No I would never purposely endanger any of you nor would I ever attempt to bring misfortune to any of you... Especially not after the kindness twilight has shown me."

33. Apple jack stone faced turned into a slight smirk. He passed her test but he also said more then he met. His cheeks redden as he realized what he said. " I-i mean the kindness you have all shown me heh n-not just twilight. " The smirk remained as he quietly chuckled. " Oh I know what you met suger cube heh im sure twilight would appreciate your comment."

34. He growled abit to himself as he turned away. " Rainbow dash put you up to this didn't she." Applejack let out a laugh as the timer went off. "Well only partially hun but I did wanna see what kind of pony you are. At least I know your honest. "

35. She reached into the oven carefully pulling out a pie with a mitten covered hoof. Sparks just continued to grumble as she walked into the dining room. Soon he followed an was greeted by the rest of twilights freinds.

36. Twilight was sitting at a round table to her right was spike while rairty was to her left. Apple jack sat next to spike an rainbow across from her was pinkie who sat next to a pony he didn't recognize.

37. She was a purple unicorn although a much lighter shade then twilight. She also had blueish swirls in her hair. Her eyes a light purple. Her eyes carried an intelligence similar to twilight yet also held something older most likely past regret. The kind someone never really lets go.

38. Currently her eyes also held suprised having not expected him. Yet she seemed also unbothered likely because it wasnt the first she randomly met a new freind of the main 6. Last he noticed a free space between rainbow an fluttershy assumingly met for him.

39. Even though the spot was met for him he hesitated. His instincts yelling at him not to approach. He had developed instincts over the years to avoid gatherings an to never leave himself without an exscape plan.

40. His eyes scanned every detail of the room eyein three escapes points. The door behind him the door on the other side of the group of freinds and a single window just large enough to jump out of.

41. The easiest would be to back away from were he came from. And he was about to do so when spike called his same. "Sparks don't be shy come on!" He looked to the excited dragon and felt his instincts quiet down. He may not be comfortable but he trusted the drake.

42. He sat down at his chair an remind quiet giving out a small smile although it was pretty fake. Still most of them didn't notice to busy catching up with there freind. He did notice fluttershy giving him a concerned look but he wasn't able to focus for long.

43. "Sparks id like you to meet starlight glimmer she hasn't really been around much since you been here but im sure you'll get along swimmingly." It was twilight who spoke . Her voice instantly caught his attention as he listened. He then turned to glmmer and simply said. "Hello." She interned replied "hi"

44. The two gave each other a look that held a silent message. Glimmer giving a look of. "Welcome to the group and yes we are all weirdos." This gained a smile an a silent message of."Glad to be in such good company. "

45. While twilight was less then thrilled about the very little they said she was happy to at least have em meet. They continued to eat an talk yet at the back sparks mind he couldn't help but feel something was off. But for now he would listen to his freinds. At least untill someone asked him.

46." So how did ya get your cutie mark." He froze thinking to himself 'ah shit'

[gretavanlace]

(too afraid to post my own shit so i'm gonna keep leaving blurbs here.. sincerely backstage sammy, unannounced sammy, roommate jake anon)

sam kiszka would be heavily into overstimulation. he could get off on the sounds of you whimpering and whining in pain and pleasure alone (and he has).

he'd tell you to sit on his face, he'd work his absolute wonders with his tongue, making orgasm after orgasm ripple through your body until you can barely hold yourself up anymore.

he'd lift you lightly, just enough to speak, "just one more, yeah? you think you can do one more?"

you'd nod as your fingers ran through his hair, tugging slightly in anticipation. your body was strung out, exhausted, but his mouth was like a drug at this point and you needed more, more, more.

one hand pulling at his hair, the other holding the headboard to keep you steady as his tongue worked it's magic on you. the slight groan of his own pleasure vibrating throughout your body with the feeling of his stubble rough and scratchy against your most sensitive part. god, you could soak in this feeling forever.

and then all of a sudden, as you began to reach your final climax, he stopped, eliciting a groan to involuntarily fall from your lips.

he lifted you ever so slightly so he could speak again. "can you finish yourself for me?" his voice laced with an innocence.

he knew you wouldn't be able to, you could barely hold yourself up at this point, but he loved to see you squirm against him.

"my tongues getting tired babe," he mock whined. "unless you wanna just.. not cum, i suggest you do something about it."

bitch.

you rolled your eyes and looked down at him. you lowered yourself back down on his tongue, your stomach doing a flip when you felt him against your swollen, overstimulated clit.

"you're sick, you know that?" you said shakily.

he only smiled in response, and the change in the shape of his mouth drove you insane.

you rocked your hips against his face, riding his tongue until your whole body began to burn from exhaustion and you felt your final orgasm ripple through your entire body.

the sounds that filled the room were nothing short of pornographic, but you couldn't hold back. your hand in his hair tugged until you heard a whimper come from his lips, if you weren't already cumming this would've sent you over the edge.

he placed gentle kisses to your aching clit as you came down from your high, working you down from it.

your chest rose and fell heavily with every breath, and he waited patiently for you to catch your breath before tapping you thigh to ask if you were ready to move. you nodded and slowly got up from his face, gripping the headboard with both of your hands to steady yourself as you slumped down next to him.

as sober as you were, you felt high, and you just stared over at him with a sleepy smile, leaning over to kiss him. you could taste yourself on his lips, something that would've seemed so vulgar had you cared more.

you laid in his arms, completely exhausted, the feeling of his fingers tracing circles on your back made you fall even further into your slumber.

"see? that wasn't so hard was it?"

-🐚

Sammy lane, bring your plates to the table, you’re about to be fed

[warmaidensrevenge]

You came. You called

Joseph Quinn x plus size reader

If you want to read my other work you can find it HERE

Ok this is gonna get intense.

Warnings: 18+ angst, fluff, heartache, and sexual situations.

Not proof read and no word count.

Part 5

😓

You woke up crying at the beautiful dream you had. It wasn't real. The life you dreamed of wasn't real. Your happiness was gone in an instant. You cried until you couldn't cry anymore. How was it that one person could make you feel all of this? Even after it's been 2 months since the breakup. You still got good morning and good night texts from Joseph. But you wished it would stop. He was making it incredibly hard to move on. Especially since his face was plastered everywhere. 

You got up and found Colin doing some school work. Your sniffles gave you his attention.

“Colin. It happened again.”

“Shit come here friend.”

You went to him on the couch and hugged him. 

“Which one was is this time?”

You wiped your tears. “ The one where I was pregnant.”

“Oh man. I’m sorry. What can I do?”

You took a shallow breath. “There’s nothing anyone can do. It’s just gonna take time.”

“I really thought he was gonna try after that night.”

“Why would he? He already made his decision...I just don’t understand how the universe allowed some people to meet, when there’s no way for them to be together. The truth is I laughed hard with him. I trusted him with my heart. He saw me. The real me....Why wasn’t I good enough Colin?”

“Okay bitch what we’re not going to do is shit on ourselves. So that’s enough of that. It’s not your fault that he’s being a shit for brains.”

“See I know this. But he just brings out all of my feelings. The good and the bad. Hearing his voice still gives me a warm feeling. I still get butterflies when I see his pictures. I read all of our old texts and saw how happy we were. He is still the first and last thing I think about before I go to sleep. I still have pictures of us and look at them and smile so much that my cheeks hurt.”

"THAT'S IT! GET YOUR ASS UP RIGHT NOW!"

You jumped when he yelled and got up pulling your hand.

"We are gonna burn his shit."

" No poop."

"Yes! It's the only way to move on. And block his number."

"Colin."

"No y/n. This needs to stop right now. You can't keep doing this to yourself."

You watched as he pulled every picture you had of you and Joe and shoved them into the small metal trashcan you had in your room. He grabbed the stuffed animals Joe gave you from his visits overseas. He went through your draws and took out the LAMDA shirt.

"Colin no. Not the shirt."

"Yes we need to get everything."

You followed him outside as he lit the stuff on fire. Tears ran down your face as you watched your time with Joe turn to ash. Maybe Colin was right. Maybe this is what you needed to get over him. You went back into your room after locking the door. You laid down looking at your phone. It was one o'clock in the morning. You sat there on Joe's contact info. Moving your thumb back and forth on the block and delete setting. You didn't want to and maybe you should have. But you just couldn't. Instead of blocking him you called.

The phone kept on ringing until you got his voicemail mail. You hadn't heard his voice in so long that you felt your heart sink. When you hear the beep you paused before you spoke.

" Hey it's me. I just wanted to see how things were. I hope everything is going well. I need to say something. Because chances are I'll never get a moment like this again. So this is everything I wanted to say. No one has ever gotten to me the way that you did. No one has ever made me laugh like you did. You were honestly the only one I saw myself happy with. You are my definition of love. And I would like to think if we never speak again, one day you'll look back on me as someone who wasn't scared of the future when you were by my side. I'd like to think that you'll remember me as someone who loved you, the best I could. I'd like to think that as somebody you could have spent your life with, if only I was honest with you from the beginning. If only the timing would have been right. If only we had worked just a bit harder. I'm sorry. But I got to let you go. I can't have you message me anymore. It's just too hard. Goodbye Quinn."

You hung up. " I love you." You deleted his number and cried yourself to sleep.

...

After the phone call Joe wanted to run to you. He wanted to tell you that he was being stupid and stubborn. But knowing that you were drunk he wanted to talk to you sober. He has planned on doing it soon but he has so much work to do. That he was gonna be out of the country the next few months. And as luck would have it that night when he punched Jamie he had broken his phone. So he had to wait for another one. He finally got a new one, three weeks later. And he immediately started sending you texts in the morning and night in hopes that when he came back you would talk to him and he would win you back.

It wasn't until the following day that he heard your message. He was distraught. He called you right after, but it went straight to voicemail. He called you none stop for an hour. When he couldn't get ahold of you he set so many messages that the screen was filled with a one sided conversation. Pleads, apologies, and begs for you to call him back filled what seemed like pages. He tried Colin but still no response.

That's when he sent the voicemail to Jamie. He called him just 2 minutes later.

"Joe are you a'right?"

He shook his head on the verge of tears. " No mate. Have-Have I lost her?"

" I...I don't know. Have you tried calling her?"

" She won't answer. Her and Colin cells go straight to voicemail and they are not reading my messages."

"I'm sorry Joseph. I think they might have blocked you."

" So she's gone now?" His voice broke

" I don't know. I will call her and see what's going on."

"Y-yeah." He said while hanging up.

...

You spent the following day out and about with Colin. You guys passed by this theater that was holding open auditions for The Walking Dead. Colin convinced you to go and try it out. You thought it would actually be cool to play a zombie. Ever since Joe you wanted to try new things. And though this was out of your comfort zone you wanted to do this. A small part of you would hope that Joe would see you and be proud.

Colin went first. He was reading a part that was for a new character. You had thought you guys would be zombies but when someone handed you a script you read over it. Your eyes were saucers. You were not expecting this. Your phone buzzed and you saw that it was Jamie. You were gonna answer it but they called out your name. So you turned off your phone to go out and did a reading.

You pretended to pull off a backpack and opened it. You looked up and the person who was reading.

It came so naturally that it surprised even you. I'm the beginning you were so nervous, but once you got to the monologue portion you just ran with it. You said your thank yous and went to wait with Colin to watch all the other performers. When everyone was done the producers called out names for the ones they wanted to read again and all the others could leave. When they call you and Colin you guys were so giddy. This time though they gave you a different script. You were to read the part of Adelaide. (Ada for short). It was a scene where the character was answering the 3 questions Daryl Dixon asked. The character was supposed to be his new love interest.

-

"How many walkers have you killed?"

"218. Well 219 after that one." You said nodding to the zombie you just saved him from.

"How many people have you killed?"

You pretend to pull out some smacks and fed it to his dog.

" 2"

" Why?"

You stood up and sighed. You brushed your nose with your index finger and looked up. Fighting back tears of anger and clenched your fist.

" And cut." The producer shouted. " alright Miss L/N we would love for you to join the cast. Would you like the part of Adelaide?"

" Because they raped and killed my sister. Using her body for bate."

-

" Ummm." You looked at Colin and he nodded. "Yes! I would like that very much. Thank you!"

You and Colin went out to celebrate. Now not partaking in any inhibitors you filled up on fries and milkshakes. You haven't eaten a carb for almost 2 years now. It was heaven. In the middle of celebrating you return Jamie’s call. After a brief conversation you told him about the role you just got. You asked him about Joe and he said he was fine. He asked for you to call him but you refused.

...

Jamie called Joe back after he hung up with you.

“Is she a’right?” Joe was concerned

“Yes Joseph she more than a’right. She just got offered a part in this show called The Walking Dead.”

What?

“But she’s scared of being on stage. I don’t understand. How is this possible?”

“I have no idea. But she seems very happy.”

She’s happy?

“Is she willing to speak to me?”

She is better off without me.

“Joe, I don’t think it’s the best idea. She’s been having a rough go around after the break up. Colin said she’s finally smiling again. Even eating normally now.”

“But I love her mate. I wanted to be with her since the phone call.”

“I know that. But I’m going to be brutally honest with you. Had you had no time in the past month to talk to her? I know you’re busy but we are all busy and still we sre able to make time for our love ones.”

“I wanted to talk to her face to face. Not over some messages or through a phone call.”

“Okay if that’s true why haven’t you come home to talk to her. I’m sure you had a free day or two.”

“It is true. And I wanted more than just a day with her.”

“Joe if you really wanted to be with her. No amount of time would have stopped you from seeing her. Every moment you spent with her would have been worth it. I know you love her. I was supposed to be your best man. But do you think that maybe you didn’t try sooner was because you’re still afraid of hurting her or have her get hurt again by someone else? Or maybe you think you don’t deserve someone like her?”

“I-I don’t know.”

Jamie sighed “ Okay let me ask you this. How would it make you feel if you never saw her again?”

He took a second before taking a deep slow breath. “It would hurt even more than it does now. I would be lost without her. My universe would collapse. I would rather walk this world alone if not with her.”

“Joseph, I know that this is how you feel but you never gave yourself time to actually consider how she feels about this. Of course you know she is madly in love with you. But after that call do you really think it’s wise to make her feel all the sadness again? Don’t get me wrong. I love her for you. But it seems to me that you are uncertain of what you want. You do know that there are some people that are just meant to be a season for you. A light to pull you out of the darkness. No matter how deeply you’re in love with that person or no matter how much you shared your heart. There will come a time where you have to say to yourself. Is the love we share worth sorrow. Is it worth all the tears. It was like she fell out of the sky for you. I believe that the best type of love is unexpected. You meet them by fate and it’s an instant connection and the chemistry you have is undeniable. You just talk and notice the way their lips curve when they look at you or the color of their eyes. You either feel insanely lucky or completely fucked. What I’m trying to say is I know the love you shared is worth it. But give yourself time to find each other again. Grow so that you can be the best for each other. Because when you finally do, nothing and no one will be able to tear you apart again.”

Joe knew now exactly what he had to do. And that was to let you go. Just so that you could come back to him one day. He was going to be better not only for himself but for you. He was going to be strong and he was going to work out his career so that he can be with you whenever he wanted. He would make sure that everything was ready for you when you came back. He is going to make you were safe and he was going to make sure that you would never question his love for you. That he will never be the reason you cried tears of sadness ever again.

...

It was the first few weeks of filming and man was Georgia hot. Everyone was incredibly nice. You had no idea how much went into making a series like this. You had loved the show and now you were a part of it. The make up looked so real on the zombies it actually scared the shit out of you. You were joined by more new characters than you thought. Bill Skarsgard had actually picked up a role too. It was a bit overwhelming at first but everyone made it as painless as possible.

You were in a total of 14 episodes with the promise of returning next season. Your scenes took about 3 months to shoot. Colin has gotten a role too but he died immediately. The producers kept him on as a zombie. Which was cool as hell..they wanted you to be comfortable and know you would be there alone, so they helped out with Colin.

Today was the day you had the sex scene with Norman Reedus. You were extremely nervous. Not because you were gonna be "having" sex on screen but this would be the first time you kissed anyone since Quinn. You still thought about him every day. You wished him well every morning and hoped he slept well every night. You still missed him very much but today made things change slightly.

The scene was shot and though it was weird, Norman was so sweet. His beard reminded you of when Quinns used to scratch you a bit. Kissing him was nice and though you guys didn't actually have sex. It was nice having someone that close to you. It was a good afternoon. Until it wasn't. You and Colin were having lunch when you guys overheard some extras talking about you and Quinn. Everyone knew about the incident. Everyone was so kind about it and no one brought it up until a month into shooting.

They were saying how you only got the spot because the director thought he could get Joseph to join next season as the new villain. Colin stood up from the table and went to approach the assholes. That's when Bill came and sat next to you with his sandwich.

* Hey that's not true. People here are so dramatic."

" Hey Bill. I know it's not. I just don't want everyone thinking that."

" Please, the people who actually matter don't think that."

You smiled at him and he returned it. Colin came back after giving the extras and earful. He was happy to see Bill and you talking and sitting so close to each other. Colin began flirting with him, making Bill laugh at his attempts.

" So I was wondering if you would like to have dinner with me sometime?"

You thought Bill was asking Colin but Colin kicked you under the table.

"Oww what the-" you looked up from your food was met with Colin's eyes widened and slightly nudging to Bill who was looking at you with a beautiful smile.

You were at a loss for words. Today was definitely a weird one. " I uhh."

"Yes. She would love to." Colin answered for you.

You gave Bill a nervous smile before blushing and looking back down.

" She's shy huh?" Bill asked Colin.

" Just a bit but she's totally ok with hanging out."

"Um guys. You do know I can hear you right?" You said awkwardly.

" Well then say something bitch."

You kicked Colin so hard that he jumped. And Bill just chuckled.

"Umm dinner sounds nice."

Bill looked at you and smiled. "Great. How about tonight? My place?"

Shit

" Su-sure"

"Here give me your phone and I'll put in my number and the address of my hotel."

You handed him your phone and gave Colin a look. He was smirking at his success in getting you a date. When Bill was finished he handed back your phone and grazed your hand. You were flustered for a moment before receiving a text from Colin.

" Seriously how the fuck are you getting these damn actors? Do you have some magic vagina you forgot to tell me about?"

You ignored it and finished your lunch talking about the scene with Colin and Bill. You felt Bill's thigh pressed up against yours ever so often and it actually made you uncomfortable. You really didn't want to go out on a date with him. But now you were in it and you couldn't back out. Colin would've made sure you didn't.

You were getting dressed in the hotel room you and Colin insulted the way you were dressed.

" Please tell me you're not gonna wear that."

" What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"

" Bitch you need to dress hot. And shave your damn legs."

"No! I'm not going to sleep with him."

" Why not?! He's so fucking hot!"

" Yes he is poop. But you know why."

" Fuck Joe. Just get it in. I'm sure Bill can make you forget all about him."

" I don't want to forget about him. I still love him."

" Yeah I know you do. But you need to try and move on."

" I know but I don't want to move on with anyone else. I just want to be alone."

" Well you can still be alone. Just hook up with him. I know your ass is horny. I hear the buzzing when you go into the shower."

"Stop it l. No you don't."

" Yes I do bitch. And it's cool. When you're gone I bust out my nine inch and go to town."

"EWW!"

" Shut up you know masturbating feels good. Don't deny it."

" I'm not. You're just over sharing."

" And? That's what we do."

You rolled your eyes and didn't change after all.

Dinner was pleasant. Bill was very nice. He asked what happened with Joe and you told him that you guys were on a break. You explained how you weren't interested in hooking up. Because you could tell that he wanted to. Though he seemed bummed he agreed to be just friends. Well for now he thought.

After 3 months of shooting you and Bill became close. Once Colin died in the show he went back home. Leaving you to the charms of a Skarsgard. You haven't stopped liking Quinn. But you also haven't started like Bill. So it was awkward to say the least.

...

It was a few months later that the season was released and you were beyond excited. The amount of love you got for being a plus size actress was incredible. Sure there were some haters but their comments were overshadowed by the love. Sometimes people would mention what happened with the incident but all were apologetic. There was even a fan page shipping you and Norman. Even a silly petition for you and Quinn to get back together. It was cute but it also hurt. You had seen that Quinn was hanging out with some models lately and it hurt. You thought that if you waited and stayed alone that one day your paths would cross and you guys could try again. But when you saw that he was working on returning to Stranger things. He wasn't going to be around. It took forever to film episodes so you knew he wouldn't be attending any Cons when the cast of The Walking Dead would have a table.

You hadn't seen him in months and you really hadn't been searching for him. You were just as busy as he used to be. Now you understood how he was able to get held back so often instead of coming home right away. Many interviews and photo sessions and promotions, you barely had anytime to yourself. It was okay though because you had Bill to count on when you felt home sick. He was really kind and patient with you. You knew he wanted more than just a friendship, but you couldn't give that to him just yet. After all this time you still weren't over Quinn.

You were in LA for a Meet and greet/Con when Jamie invited to his place for a small gathering. He was on a few days break while they filmed scenes without him. He told you that Quinn was in London visiting his parents. You were disappointed because you really missed him. You had started to forget how his voice sounded. How his touch felt. How soft his lips were. How his dick felt and it hurt you more than words could describe.

So you and Bill attended the party. You had missed Jamie so much. You held him so tightly that it brought tears to your eyes. You were gonna introduce Bill but him and Jamie were already acquainted.

" Günther, nice seeing you again." Jamie shook his hand and chuckled at one of Bill's middle names.

" Jimmy Jam how goes it?"

" it's going good. Mind if I borrow y/n for a moment."

He nodded and Jamie pulled you into the kitchen. Hugging you again.

" Oh love I have missed you."

" I miss you. How are things? How is Quinn?"

He let you go still with his hands on your shoulders. " Everything is fine. He's ok. Misses you."

You smiled sweetly. " I miss him."

" I know love. But what's going on with Skarsgard?"

You looked over to Bill and he smiled and waved at you. You return the wave with a grin.

" Nothing's going on. We are just good friends."

" Are you sure about that? The way he looks at you. Seems like he wants more than that."

You looked back at Jamie remembering the woman Quinns has been seen with.

" Well yes I know how he feels. He tells me. But I'm not ready. I just want my heart to heal before I take that step."

" So you like him then?"

" Umm yes and no." You said moving away from Jamie to get yourself a snack of cheese and crackers. " He's very kind and smart...but he's not Quinn. Don't get me wrong we have a lot of fun together. I just don't know how it will be when we are together.... I haven't been with anyone since Quinn and I'm not sure if Bill would still like me if we kissed. And what if he doesn't like my body?"

" That's ridiculous. You're beautiful. Any man would be crazy to not love you and want to be with you."

Your face fell and your heart sank.

Not Quinn though.

Jamie noticed your demeanor and put an arm around your shoulders. "He loved you as best as he could."

"I know. It's fine. I don't want to talk about him anymore."

The night was lovely and you and Bill left. Jamie called Joe right away.

" Joe I know you're visiting you mum. But there's a con in 2 days and you really need to be here."

" What? Why?"

" Just trust me. You need to be here."

Joe agreed and got on the first plane out. His agent scheduled him as a surprise guest appearance with Jamie and a few others who were off from shooting.

When you and Bill left he walked you to your room. Telling you he had such a good time and he wanted to take you out tomorrow. You agree and he suddenly gave you a kiss goodnight. You weren't expecting it and you were quite shocked to be honest. It was nice. Really nice. His was a very good kisser. You hadn't expected to be as into it as you were. But when he pushed you up against the door you had to stop. It was too much for you. He let up so you could catch your breath. After you did he gave you a gentle kiss and said his good nights before leaving with a huge grin on his pretty face.

When you went into the room you leaned against the door and touched your lips. Your eyes started to swell with tears. You closed your eyes to fight them and you were successful. Quinn didn't want you so it's time that you stopped wanting him. You went to bed that night while still touching your lips. The kiss was really good. But there was no spark. You didn't feel anything. That's when you knew you had to tell Bill.

The following day you broke it to him and surprisingly he took it very well. He said that he felt something but knew after the party seeing all Joe's friends would bring back old feelings. He apologized and said he wanted to remain friends until you were ready to be with him. You didn't know if that would ever happen but you did know you wanted him to be around. Maybe one day things could happen and a part of you looked forward to the day when loving Quinn wouldn't hurt so much.

...

It was Con day and you were so excited. You were answered questions left and right sitting between Bill and Norman. There were a lot of questions about you dating either one of them and you just laughed at the question and said the Normans lady would probably kick your butt. You didn't give an answer for Bill but that was ok. He put his hand on your lower back when a question about Quinn came up. He actually interrupted by saying we were here to talk about The Walking Dead. After about an hour or so you and the rest of the main cast went to do the meet and greet. You took loads of pics and signed as many autographs as you could until your hand hurt. Once you were out of things to sign you went to watch the table talk with the cast of Stranger Things. You and Bill stood in the back laughing at Jamie joking around with Sadie. About half way through the host announced a special guest.

" Give it up for Joseph Quinn!"

The crowd went absolutely bonkers. Your smile fell and it felt like your heart dropped to your ass. He wasn't supposed to be here. When he walked out he never looked so good. He was clean shaven and had that big beautiful smile you loved so much. When he said hello you felt butterflies in your stomach. You didn't notice you were holding Bill's hand. But it comforted you when you finally felt it. You wanted to leave but your feet wouldn't listen to you. You watched in aww as he addressed his fans. When he finally sat down he started answering questions. You saw him whisper to Jamie and he looked rather upset. But then the next fan went up to the mic cutting their little conversation short. Jamie found your eyes and gave you a small wave. You returned it with a thin lip smile.

" Hey Joe. I just want to say that I love you."

" aww thank you" he replied with a grin.

" umm did you know that y/n was added to the cast of The Walking Dead?"

" Erm yeah I heard about it. She was really good in it."

" How did you feel when you saw her making out with Norman Reedus?"

He laughed nervously not wanting to answer. You squeezed Bill's hand tighter when the fan said your name.

" Hey let's go." Bill whispered in your ear.

You finally were able to move your feet when a few members of the audience started saying your name.

Shit.

" She's here right now Joe." Someone said.

" Where?" He got up and shielded his eyes from the stage lights.

That's when his eyes found yours. His big brown fawn eyes were just slits now from the big smile he had on.

" Y/N!" He shouted and ran off the small stage towards you.

You looked up at Bill and he gave you a smile. " It's gonna be ok. I'm right here if you need me."

You nodded and looked back at Quinn who was just a few feet away. He noticed you were holding hands with some guy that looked familiar. He was a bit upset when he saw that but once he saw your sweet soft smile it was pushed away to the back of his mind.

You let go of Bill's hand and shortened the distance to Quinn finally standing at arms length you guys grinned at each other.

" Ello sweetheart."

" Hi Quinn."

You guys stood there for a moment before you heard Jamie say to hug. You both laughed and did. The crowd cheered so loud you actually flinched. Joe felt that and pulled you closer. He was smelling your perfume while you breathed in his body wash. Maybe the hug went on for too long but neither one of you cared. It felt so good to be in each others arms again.

" A'right guys. The show must go on." Jamie interrupted. When you guys broke apart you saw Jamie smirking at his plan being a total success.

" Please join me for dinner tonight?" Joe whispered in your ear, giving you one last squeeze.

" Tell Jamie to get ahold of me and we'll work something out." You said hugging him back.

He nodded and went back upstage getting cheers.

You went back to Bill and walked out to the lobby. This conversation was definitely going to be awkward.

" I'm sorry that happened y/n."

" Don't be sorry. It was all Jamie. He likes to meddle." You said with a bit of nervousness in your voice.

There was this awkward silence as you walked back to the area where you guys arrived.

" I'm gonna have dinner with him tonight."

Bill looked at you and was obviously worried.

" Umm okay?"

" I'm sorry it's just. I need to know where I stand with him. It's been so long and at the end of the day. He's still my friend."

" You don't need to explain. I get it. But I'm glad you told me. I really like you and I know this is hard for you. But you need to know what's going on with this. Because I want all of you. I don't want to share your heart with someone else."

Oh fuck this isn't good.

" Just please don't do anything to wreck the progress you've made. You've been so strong. Don't let your feelings do something you're going to regret."

"I won't. I promise." You gave him a hug. You have to be strong for your sanity. You had to fight every urge to want to be with Quinn. Because Bill was right. You have come so far and your heart was just about fixed.

No matter what you were not going to sleep with Quinn.

...

When Joe left you he looked back and saw you with Bill leaving. He was jealous. When he sat back down he had a look of annoyance. He no longer wanted to answer questions. You were more beautiful than ever and he wanted to be with you.

Did you move on with him? Did you not love me anymore? You said you would wait.

Jamie put a hand on his shoulder noticing he's state of anger and sadness. He leaned over and covered the mic with his free hand.

" They are not together Joe. But you need to act fast." He whispered

Joe was still annoyed but he felt better knowing that you weren't seeing that attractive man. But he couldn't help thinking about what Jaime meant by acting fast. Was he losing you again? No he couldn't lose you again.

Never again.

-

He ended his appearance early so he could try and find you but you were already gone. He couldn't wait until tonight to ask you to try this again. Because this time he was ready.

He was staying with Jamie due to the short notice of him coming. When they finally got back he had so many questions for him. He and Jamie sat on the couch talking.

" Who was that guy?"

" uh that's Bill Skarsgard."

Skarsgard?

" Oh the guy from it."

" Oh yeah."

" What's going on with them?"

" uhh nothing...yet."

" What do you mean yet?"

Jamie hesitated to answer. " He's trying to be with her. She told me he kissed her the other night."

Joe's heart fell. " Did...did she kiss him back?"

" Joe.."

" Did she kiss him back?!"

" Yes"

" Fuck!.... no!"

" But Joseph, she said she felt nothing. She said she still loves you."

" Then why would she kiss him back?"

" Because she needed to see if she had feelings for him."

" Well obviously she does. She was holding his hand at the event."

" She was?"

" Yes! What have I done? Did I take too long?"

" No she misses you. That's why I said you need to act fast. I don't want them to get any closer than they already are. You guys are supposed to be together"

" What do I do?"

" Common Joe. You've been waiting so long. You know exactly what to do. You know exactly what to say. Just do it. Stop second guessing yourself. I'll make myself scarce tonight. Just please don't have sex anywhere but the guest bedroom."

" We are not having sex. I made a promise that we will be married before we do."

" Well good luck with that." Jamie got up and headed towards his room. " There is a box of 36 count of magnums in the bedside table. Feel free to use them all. I know you will"

" We are not-"

" Whatever you say Joseph. Maybe do that elbow thing." Jamie smirked and left.

We can't have sex. We shouldn't....But fuck I want to.

Joe had hooked up with only one person since you. But it was a mistake. He was in Ireland doing a music video and he was completely drunk off his ass. One of the pretty girls there that looked a lot like you was flirting with him. One thing led to another and he found himself in the pubs stall getting the absolute worst head. The only reason he came was because he pictured your beautiful full lips wrapped around his cock. Your beautiful eyes looking up at him with such love and lust he couldn't take it. He came quickly as he could and left feeling like a complete ass. Even though it was a mistake he knew what he was doing and he felt like he cheated on you. For weeks he beat himself up for it. And he still did. But today when he saw you all he could do was feel guilty. He planned on telling you tonight in hopes that one, you wouldn't hate him after and two that it would set the mood to not take you and make love to you on every surface on Jamie's house.

He was so flustered in the kitchen that he burned almost everything. He had planned on making you roasted chicken and sides when he kept setting off the fire alarm. He was so damn nervous that he just opted out and ordered takeout. It's not what he wanted but he had to. Time was moving against him without mercy.

He had just finished setting the table when he heard the front gate buzz. He went to the security monitor and saw you in a rental. He opened the gate and went outside to meet you. You pulled up and got out of the car. You were wearing anything particularly seductive or revealing. Just a plain black flowy skirt that was just above the knee with a white top that fitted you just a bit snug around the breasts, with sleeves that went down to your elbows. You had a silver necklace with a ring on it and your hair flowed freely. You looked so good that he wanted to take you on the roof of your rental. But when you smiled at him all he wanted was to kiss you.

" Hey Quinn."

" Ello sweetheart. You look lovely."

You hugged him with your arms under his. It still felt like home in his embrace. You guys stood there for what seemed like mere seconds but was actually a good ten minutes before Joe pulled away.

" Common my love. Dinner is getting cold."

You nodded and let him lead you in holding your hand. He pulled out the chair for you and took your keys setting them on the kitchen counter. You looked down and saw your favorite take out place in LA.

" How did you know this was my favorite?"

Joe grinned. " Jamie asked Colin."

" Oh I didn't know they talked. That's cute. Colin is in love with him."

" Really? Hmm maybe we should get them together."

" What? Jamie's not-"

" Well not completely. He's bisexual."

Your eyes widened and you couldn't believe you didn't know that.

" Yeah I know. He's very good at hiding it." Joe basically read your mind.

He sat down next to you and started to serve you and him. You watched happily only wishing he cooked instead. You missed that so much.

" Sorry I tried making dinner but I kind of burnt it."

" Quinn did you suddenly get telepathy or something?"

He chuckled. "No l. Why do you ask sweetheart?"

"Because I swear I was just thinking about how I missed your cooking."

He looked over to you and pressed his lips into a cute smile. He put down the serving spoon and pulled your hand into his rubbing circles with his thumb on the top.

" I'm glad I can still do that."

"Glad that you could still do what?" You said while looking down at your hands. You move your fingers and interlock them with his.

" Still be able to know what you're thinking. Without asking."

You closed your eyes and smiled sweetly. "I'm glad too."

After a brief moment of comfortable silence Joe's heavenly voice was deep and soft.

"Let's eat shall we?"

"Yes I'm starving." You said not letting go of his hand.

You guys had a great meal and an even better conversation. It was if you guys never had broken up. You clung to each other with every word that was said. After you helped Quinn clean up the kitchen so that Jamie wouldn't be upset with the mess that Quinn made. You moved as if you were still living together. Afterwards you guys settled on the couch.

" So how is it being the new face of The Walking Dead?"

" It's undescribable Quinn. I love being an influence to all the big girls out there. Letting them know that they can be anything they want to be."

" It's brilliant. That feeling you get."

" Yes. I know now why you love it so much."

It was getting late and all you wanted to do was kiss him. You wanted to see if you guys still had that spark. By the way you guys were tonight it seemed to still be there. But you needed to know for sure. You needed to know where your place was in his life. If you still had one that is.

" Quinn what are we doing here?"

He smiled. "We are getting reacquainted love. I have missed you so much. I love how happy you are."

You returned his smile with a small but sweet one. "I've missed you too."

There was a moment of awkwardness when Joe spoke up.

" May I ask you a question?"

" Sure."

" Why did you block my number?"

You stood silent for a second nervous about answering. "I uhh need some space. I needed time away from you. The texts you sent weren't helping me get over you."

" You're over me?"

" Umm I... yes and no."

" What?! Why?! It's because of that guy right?"

" What? Bill..God no he's just a friend okay."

" Really? So you just kiss all your friends?"

Fucking Jamie man.

" Hey that's not fair."

" What isn't? That you said you would wait for me and then go kiss another bloke when you had the chance." Joe wasn't holding back his punches not this time.

" That's not ok. You don't get to use a meaningless kiss against me. What about the girl in Ireland huh?"

"She was a moment of weakness and I'm sorry. But how-"

" Common Quinn, do you really think someone giving the famous Joseph Quinn a blow job wasn't going to get out? Come on you're not dumb. Besides yeah it did hurt me but I don't hold it against you, because we weren't together."

" But I wanted to be."

" Seriously?!" This conversation now was just pissing you off. You stood up and fought back the tears that made their way to the surface. " Then why the hell did you break up with me?"

" Sweetheart you know why. I had no-"

" Choice." You cut him off. " Really?! If you loved me you wouldn't have hurt me so bad."

" I never meant to hurt you. I was just doing what's best for you. Don't take it personally. I love you" He said standing too.

You scoffed. " Don't take it personally? Are you joking? Of course I took it personally, you want to know why... Because I would have never done that to you. I didn't want to be without you. I cried for you, and I hated it, I hated what you did to me. I hated what you said. I hated you....I hated you because I would have chosen us no matter what. And you took that away from me." The tears finally escaped.

" What do you want me to say? I can't take it back. I wish I could. What do you want me to do? I want to fix this. We need to fix this. Because I rather do whatever it takes to make this work. I don't want anyone else. There is no one else for me." His voice broke and the threat of tears came.

" I want you to say I'm the reason for the random laughs. That I'm the reason for all the smiles. The reason you get so happy being on your phone, even though you are barely on it. I want to be the reason you're happy and that you look towards a future with endless possibilities and embrace them...with me."

" But you are all those things to me and more. You have been the best thing that has ever happened to me. I belong to you. My heart tells me that you are the best thing for me and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. You have me. You could do anything you want with me and I would let you. You can ask me for anything and I would go through hell to make sure you're happy. I love you more than you could ever know. And that's okay because we didn't ask for this. But I'm so happy that we got it. Because now I can't imagine my life without you."

" How can you say that Quinn? After all this time. Not once have you tried to come back to me. Now what are you afraid to lose me. Is keeping me on the back burner now not enough for you?"

He closed the distance and cupped your face. " Now y/n this is enough. I'm done arguing and I'm done being apart from you. I understand that it's been hurting you that we have been apart for so long. But it's killing me. And I'm finished. I refuse to spend another moment without you. So come back to me."

" You have NEVER been on the back burner! You could never be. Don't you get it? I've decided on you" he came closer until he was just a foot away from you. "You're eyes are the ones I want to get lost in, your voice is the one I want to hear for hours on end. Your smile is the only one I cannot resist. I want you to be the only one my arms wrap around. It's you who I want, you who I choose."

You grabbed his wrist and pulled them off. You held one of his hands and looked at them. You turned your gaze upwards to meet the big beautiful eyes you missed so fucking much. You put your free hand under his ear to hold his face still as you got on your tippy toes and kissed him with such passion that you could feel his tears fall on your cheeks. You weren't sure if they were from heartache or from sheer bliss. Either way it was the best kiss you and him shared.

As you guys kissed the world melted away. The love that once seemed lost was found. You guys entangled yourselves in each other. Trying to get as close as possible. You sank to the floor with Quinn on top of you. His hands touching everything he possibly could, while yours embedded themselves in his hair and under his shirt on his back. The warmth between your legs increased as he pushed up into you. Making your skirt fall down and up to your waist. You could feel his erection against the thin layer of your nude color panties.

He kissed down your neck sending chills down your spine and making your core slick. A low moan left your chest and he kissed your collar bone and moved his hand down to your aching sex. As soon as he touched the bundle of nerves you arched your back and scratched his. Making him hiss at the pain/pleasure.

He grunted in frustration as he felt how wet you were, because he knew he should stop. He wanted you. He needed to feel you. But he shouldn't. And with all the pretty noise you were making that he had forgotten made it hard for him to stop. So he wasn't going to. He got to his knees and eye looked over at you. Eyes full of need and love. Your beautiful smile made his heart pound against his ribcage. He pulled off your shoes and went straight for panties. His eyes never left yours. He put your soaked garment in his back pocket and lifted your knees. He got comfy on his stomach and pulled your legs over his shoulders. The most beautiful pussy he's ever seen was right in front of him. He could feel your thighs quiver from anticipation.

"God sweetheart. Don't ever keep this way from me again."

" I would never do that." You sighed. " I'm not one who kept themselves away for us."

He looked up to meet your eyes. His was filled with sadness and so were yours.

" Never again okay?"

Your words brought happiness to him again.

" Never again."

He kissed your inner thigh and was about to send you into your own personal heaven when Jamie walked in.

" No. Oh Joe no. What did I say about keeping it in the guest room?"

Joe jumped up and sat with his back towards the lower part of your body trying to cover you. His hand came back pulling down your skirt as best as he could. You on the other hand were frozen from embarrassment covering your mouth.

"Hello y/n looking as beautiful as ever."

You blushed and sat up not looking at him.

" We're sorry mate. Uhh things got out of hand."

Jamie raised his brow. " I see that."

" Sorry Jamie." You finally said getting to your feet with Quinn following suit.

" It's fine love. I'm just glad to see you back together. I'm even happier knowing what I said to Joe earlier happened." He smirked

" What was that?"

" Oh don't worry about it sweetheart. Jamie is just being delusional."

" Is that right Joseph?"

" Yes mate!"

Jamie laughed." A'right I'll leave you two love birds to it. If you need more condoms let me know."

"Jamie!" Joe yelled

Jamie snickered and disappeared into the hallway.

Joe turned to you and held you as you guys laughed.

" I uhh should get going."

" What? Why?" Joe's voice had sadness in it.

" Umm well it's late and I don't want to do anything while Jamie is here."

" Then I'll come with you."

You gave him a quick but soft kiss. " No. Let's just take the night to go over everything. Come see me in the morning and we will have breakfast."

Joe pouted but agreed. It was probably for the best anyways. He walked you out to the car and gave you a long hug and kissed you deeply. He felt your hand reaching for his back pocket and he grabbed your wrist.

" No no my love. Those are mine now."

You giggled giving him one last hug before opening the car door.

" I love you Quinn."

His grin reached from ear to ear. " I love you y/n"

He watched as you drove away wishing you safe travels. He skipped back inside and got ready for bed.

As soon as you got into the parking lot of the hotel you called Colin.

"Poop, guess what happened?"

" oh I know. Jamie just told me."

" Really?!"

" Oh yeah. We've been texting all day."

' Oh yeah?"

" Yes bitch he is so fine. But anyways did you guys fucked already or what?"

You got off the elevator and started down the hall to your room.

" No. But Jamie caught us before Quinn could go down on me."

" Aww man stupid Jamie."

" It was so embarrassing." You said while turning the corner. You stopped.

" So I'm assuming Joe didn't go back with you?"

You were quiet for a moment.

" Hello y/n."

" Umm Colin let me call you back."

" Bitch what?!"

You hung up the phone and looked down the hall. Bill was sitting next to your door holding flowers. When he saw you he stood up and smiled.

Shit

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@salenorona23 @browneyes528 @e0509

[yumichikah]

Behind him, a voice broke the calm in the air. Soft. Hurt. Barely above a whisper, yet every word spoken would be unmistakable.

"--- I wanted to love you... Rento."

If he turned, he would find the young Fullbringer turned substitute Shinigami stood there. A tear softly trailing her cheek as she stared towards him.

Ba-dump.

The cold shivers running up on the man's spine and that irregularly strong lone heartbeat were both telltale signs that something within Yumichika stirred at the mention of that name. What the hell was going on with her? Was she faking it or did she really know something? Who was she to speak of his old alias so casually?

Of course there had been this hint of suspicion growing within him ever since that time Jezebel had questioned him about his hair length. It felt like maybe they had met each other before, even though that shouldn't have been possible in any way. Souls being reborn as humans were wiped of their memories before being sent down there, everybody knew that. It was taught to every shinigami in the first year of academy and hammered through when training with souls that had turned into hollows. Yet here she was, sounding like someone he had buried deep within those repressed memories from the Rukongai. Someone he wanted to leave to the past; like a ghostly reminder of everything that he didn't want to be, yet whose existence he couldn't deny at this very moment.

Gulp.

Slowly, the tensed up body of the beautiful man started to rotate, breath getting caught within those lungs that felt like they barely functioned anymore. Palms sweaty and hands shaking ever so slightly, it was very much apparent that these were all symptoms of high anxiety gathering up at the bottom of his stomach and making him feel surprisingly nauseous and weak. This level of full on dread and panic was something he hadn't experienced before, but bravely(or foolishly) the Third seat managed to turn himself around and face what he had just realized to be someone who he never thought he would see again. Never really wanted to see again. Someone whose existence carried so much guilt and hurt. The same guilt and hurt that was now flaring up as he saw that tear of hers falling.

"W-what--" was the only word successfully leaving Yumichika's lips, the tone fragile and breathy, sounding just as afraid and lost as he felt in that moment. This wasn't real. This couldn't be real. She couldn't be her. Even though there was no other person who called him that back then. There was just no way she had returned and found him again after all these years; what were the odds for that even happening? Pretty much zero, right? There were thousands of souls she had probably met ever since that time, yet somehow she found him? Among so so many people? Yeah right. That simply wasn't possible! It shouldn't be! Was it?

He hadn't been nice to that girl from Rukon at all. He knew that. The mindset from back then was to never get attached, never be truthful and never tell your real thoughts as it gave others weapons to use against him later on. With such an attitude there was no possibility for him to allow her to get close in any shape or form. Yet she had insisted on following him around like a puppy; even when he was downright rude towards her. It had been odd from day one. Hell, this current situation was odd. Freaky even.

"I... I have to... I have to go", was quickly muttered only a second before the shinigami found his legs again, turned and used shunpo to run off. It felt like he was literally choking. Like he wouldn't be able to breath if he stayed in her presence any longer. His heart was racing so hard that it left him gasping for air. Just then she had turned from a friend to this big monster who was trying it's best to claw it's way down into his core and pull out whatever was hidden there. It wasn't fair. It was scary.

Shit.

[xexiar]

Keep Watching. Ch10

Ch9 Ao3 FFnet (I'm ahead of schedule, so two chapters in relatively one day)

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Chapter 10

I was still in disbelief that Deku had yelled at his mom. He never done that before. I wonder what could have came over him. "So. Talk nerd." It took a while to get him to stop crying long enough to talk. So now we're just sitting in the ally.

"I don't know what came over me. She kept pushing and pushing. Saying things about how she's my mom. And stuff about how I shouldn't hide things from her. But it's not my fault I don't trust her with anything. After all, you know what's going on." I nodded in agreement as I continued looking forward. I might be the only person who knows about the nerd's home life. "All I could remember was being backed into a corner. It was so hard to not get angry, but I couldn't hold it in anymore. How do you do it?"

"How do I do what?" That's when I looked at Deku and saw he was crying again.

"How are you able to be angry without holding back? It hurts so much. I'm so tried." I then pushed his shoulders, which got him to look at me. "What was that for?"

"Where's the nerd that stood back up after constantly being forced down? Where's the idiot who jumps into fights that isn't his?"

"Kacchan." I watched as Deku stood up. "You're right." I stood up as well and patted the dirty off. "I'm going to tell mom I did the entrance exam."

"Don't do anything crazy when she blows up."

That's when Deku let out a chuckle. At that, I had to hold back my own smile. I hated seeing him cry but I still have a lot to make up for. Since the day on the roof all I could think about was how would I make it up to Deku. Hopefully this is one step in that direction. That's when I remembered he ran through busy traffic! So I punched his face. "Hey! What was that for?"

"For being a damn idiot! Stop putting yourself in danger! I don't want to be the one who tells your hag how her son died."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

I punched him again, which knocked him down. "Stop running into trouble! Next time I catch you doing some stupid shit I'm breaking your legs!"

Deku smiled and it sent a chill down my spine. Why was he smiling? "It's only stupid if I fail."

…

I still can't believe Kacchan caught me. Let alone heard me out as I vented about what happened with me. We haven't done anything like that since we were in elementary school. At that, something seemed off about him today. Especially with how I noticed how he seemed to be staring off into the distance. But I was grateful that I even spoke to someone. It was nice to have that moment as if we were friends again.

As I stood in front of my apartment door, I wasn't sure about anything. Will mom still be home? How will I handle talking to her? Does she forgive me for screaming at her? How could she forgive me? I been an awful son for making her worry and then lie to her.

Before I walked away is when the door opened. "Izuku?"

The tears that ran down her face made the guilt weigh heavier. Taking in a deep breath I faced her. "I'm sorry, mom." She pulled me into a tight hug, and we stood there crying. Before long we were in the kitchen. While we sat at the table, mom handed me, what seemed to be a fresh bowl, of katsudon. "Thanks mom."

We stood in silence for a while, as I ate. But something just felt so wrong about this. Before I could speak, mom spoke first. "I shouldn't have gotten angry with you. I was just worried, since you never came home so bandaged up before."

"Yes, I have." That's when mom looked at me. "I always came home with one or another form of bandages. I would get beaten on a daily during and after school. You just were at work when I came home. It took me a while but I learned to cleaned up my wounds that you wouldn't notice. I didn't want to worry you more than you already was." The look of shock on mom's face somehow made me angry.

I don't get why I'm getting angry. Shouldn't I be feeling relieved that I'm finally telling her? And what followed the anger was a deep sense of guilt. I then watched as mom started to cry. Damn it. Now I really done it. Why can't I do anything right? Just before I could get up, mom grabbed my hand. "Please, Izuku. I'm here now. So, please. Let me make it up to you."

Even though I sat back down, I didn't believe her. What was the point? I felt the anger building again, just before everything went numb. Why be more of a burden than I already was? I took one more look at my half-eaten bowl before smiling and looking at mom. "I did the entrance exam for UA. Now, I'm just waiting for the results."

Even though I was staring at mom, the whole room seemed like a blur to me. I couldn't even tell the sounds apart. But I some how was able to hear when mom spoke. "But a person need a quirk to take part. How did you even get in? That's impossible! I don't believe you." I pointed to my bandaged arm. "Oh my goodness! That's where you got injured? I'm calling that school right now! How dare they let my baby get hurt!"

"Stop, mom. I entered. I'm the one who knew what I was getting into. There's no going back." Even though I still couldn't tell what was happening around me, I just knew mom was crying. At that, I couldn't even tell if I was crying. All I was able to feel was that smile I have mastered putting on whenever I felt numb. After all, nobody needs to be burden with knowing the pain I feel.

I was still in disbelief mom took the next two weeks off from work. Saying stuff about wanting to be here for me. With her around I didn't have a chance to breathe or think. It felt suffocating. Maybe I'm just so used to being on my own that this level of attention feels so wrong.

It felt like the days blurred into each other. It didn't help that I barely left my room, unless to eat. The only thing that went through my head was wondering if I got into UA. What if I didn't? What would I do then? Will I have to return All Might's quirk? Or is there another way to become a hero? Maybe… Not legally.

That's when I heard a knock at my door. Before I opened it, I put on a smile and made sure to hide the knife I was holding. When I opened my door, I was surprised to see mom trying to give me something. I hesitantly too the item from her. I still wasn't able to tell what it was. Too numb to register my very existence. "It's from UA." Hearing those words brought some clarity.

I closed my door and went over to my desk. After a few deep breaths and blinking, I finally took note of what was in my hand. A small envelope that felt somewhat heavy. When I opened it a small projector fell out. There was also a letter, but I'll read that later. As I watched the holographic message, I was still in disbelief it was All Might.

So… I made it in? I actually got into the high school of my dreams? As the disbelief slowly faded, I started to grin. Oh, how perfect this was. I even enjoyed seeing that my action of saving someone is actually helped me out. See Kacchan. I can still be a hero and keep my promise. "Soon, Kac chan." WAIT! Where did that come from? I blinked frantically as I stare at myself on the computer monitor.

After I caught my breath and read the letter, I finally left my room. I found mom in the kitchen and told her the news. At first, she looked away as she fidgeted with her hands. When she did look at me, I could tell she was forcing a smile. "I'm so proud of you, baby. You finally can follow your dream." She doesn't believe in me.

I tried to keep my smile as I hugged her. "Thanks mom. I'm so happy." When she did hug back it felt cold. There was no warmth between us. And I had to fight back the tears that wanted to shed. It doesn't matter if she supports me or not. There's one person who believes in me and that's all I need. The fact someone finally believed in my dream was all I ever needed. Now is my chance to prove them all wrong. Especially Kacchan.

[masontalo]

«Addict»

«I can’t take it anymore. Why… what's happening? I…»

- Do you think we should bring him to the hospital? What if he's just a regular addict?

Vayt tried to open his eyes. Whose voice is that? Clearly male and quite rough. It's so hard to open eyes.

- He even reeks of weed. He can be dangerous

The man clearly treated Vayt badly, well, or at least for now.

- What if he's not? What if it's deeper than you think?

It was another person's voice. Also male, but more... gentle? He sounded very concerned. Oh shit... time to open eyes.

Vayt opened his eyes hard and slowly. It was a cafe of some kind, but it was empty. Vayt realized he was lying on chairs. The two men who were talking were literally a couple of meters away.

One had swarthy skin, blond colored hair, and brown eyes. He thought he was colored because his beard and eyebrows were brown. Vayt also noticed he had piercings on his right eyebrow, nose and lower lip. He was wearing a red shirt and a black tie.

Vayt couldn't see the second man, because his back was to him, but he had light skin and blond hair, too. Vayt thought he had a rather unusual haircut. His hair was shoulder-length, but shaved at 4/6, and the tips were colored a soft blue.

Vayt slowly sat up. The brown-eyed man noticed this and said:

- He woke up.

The second man stepped closer to Vayt.

- Are you okay? You passed out in the street. - he said to Vayt.

He could now get a good look at the man's face. His features were not as rough as the first man's, and he had sky blue eyes. He also had a yellow hairpin in the shape of a star.

Vayt was a little taken aback by the question, but he did his usual thing:

- Yeah, yeah, it's okay. It happens, I'm fine.

Vayt spoke with a tortured smile and a slightly shaky voice, and his eyes open enough to even see the whites.

The blue-eyed man understood that coaxing Vayt was useless, but he couldn't leave completely without help.

- Okay, in that case, why don't I give you my number? If you need any help, you call me. - he said, clasping his hands together out of worry for the stranger.

Vayt took a deep breath. It was probably the quickest and easiest way to get away without embarrassing himself with his odor, appearance, and talk.

- All right, dictate. - Vayt said, pulling out his cell phone, which looked about... 100 years old?

The blond dictated his number, and Vayt wrote it down in turn, then began to speak:

- Thank you, Mr....

- Just call me Anthony.

Vayt nodded and called the contact "Anthony." The guy hid his phone and put his backpack on one shoulder.

- Well, thanks for your help, - Vayt said, stumbling back. -but I've got to go.

Vayt's back bumped lightly against the door.

- Are you sure you're okay? - Anthony asked. His eyebrows arched, creating a worried expression.

-  Yeah, yeah, thank you so much for giving me the number. I'm sorry for interrupting work. - Vayt gibbered, trying to fumble for the doorknob behind his back.

Once he had that, he opened the door and before closing it said one last thing:

- Thank you and sorry again. - Vayt gave one last fake smile and disappeared out the door.

Anthony sighed.

- He's a strange guy. - said the other man.

- We don't know anything about him. - Anthony replied to this statement.

The man sighed.

- Think he'll call?

- I'm not sure. – Anthony drooped his eyes to the floor and clasped his hands tightly together.

- Okay, we already wasted enough time on this guy, we should get back to work.

Anthony nodded, and they got back to work.

At this time, Vayt was sitting on a random stairway. He wanted to scream from the shame he felt. To pass out in the street, even like this. His thoughts went from one extreme to the other.

«I won’t do it, it’s too embarrassingly.» - the only coherent thoughts that broke through the rest of the stream of random experiences.

Vayt held his head and tried to calm down, bowing his head almost at knee level.

He doesn't know how much time had passed, but looking up finally Vayt saw the orange sky. Was it sunset already?

The boy threw back his head and took a deep breath.

- Calm down, it's okay. Tomorrow, they won't even remember you, it's all right. – Vayt calmed himself, finally taking a deep breath.

But his chest still hurt like hell from the nerves. But as soon as the pain subsided, Vayt went wandering around the neighborhood until late at night, as usual.

Usually at three a.m. all kinds of evil things show up, but the only evil thing that showed up in this house was Vayt. Although he wasn't much worse than the others.

As usual, a smoke-filled apartment. Why haven't the neighbors called the cops if this has been going on for over six months? Maybe they're just so tolerant as Vayt.

As soon as he closed the door behind him, he immediately wanted to just disappear just to not see them.

After stepping over two sleeping bodies in the hallway, Vayt reached the window and opened it wide. After another obstacle course, consisting of the same two people and a pile of bottles, he reached the balcony. After repeating the same operation as with the window, he began to look for some quiet corner, so that he would not be touched while he slept.

Walking beside the couch, Vayt saw his "friend" was carefully tucked in and covered with a blanket, his long hair tucked behind his ear.

"It's surprising someone wasn't stoned enough to pick HIM up. And lay him down so gently." - Vayt thought as he left the room.

Pressing himself against the farthest wall, he held his backpack tightly against him. It wasn't the best place to sleep, but for now it was better than outside. Or in HIS house. Vayt slowly closed his eyes, falling into sleep and another nightmare.