#i tried reading fic. i got probably 5 minutes in and was like hm i dont think i can do this

[dennisboobs]

most annoying thing about being me is that i cannot engage with like. any fanon shit about dennis because i'm constantly on some advanced derangement and the stuff i thought two years ago when i was first getting comfy in the fandom is still the way everyone else looks at dennis but i'm like. yes but its Worse than this. you're like a quarter of the way there. this isn't the interesting bit, this is a symptom of it, keep going.

[valleynix]

I'm up to date 🥰 chapter 24 ✅️

1. 《Everything had been so… calm.》 That's dangerous

2. Pain💔😔 But well I'm biased. Miranda’s behaviour is a bit confusing tho, with how she almost killed them and then was nice and then put them in the Megamycete (tho she says it was to keep them safe. But well, not sane). She's a bit lost but like, she tried to be nice 😭 maybe there's still a chance 😔✋🏻

3. I LOVE THEM PLEASE

They're so silly and sweet. It's so nice to have Lunatic watch over Reader now 🥺

4. Miranda’s literally Reader's (evil) fairy godmother, watching them their whole childhood to ensure they'll grow up so she can experiment on them 😭

Now can she follow Maleficent and love them and save them please

5. Miranda I'll hold your hand while I tell you this, it won't work

6. The conflicting feelings are so real. Like sometimes as we learn more the situation turns out to be so far more complicated and complex

7. AAAAAAAAAAAA I always love those hugs in tptm

Also the moment when Dani joined and hugged them both and poor Cass was trapped 😭❤️

8. SOBBING this is so beautiful and that "I want you to live for me" hits hard

9. 《"Good." She sniffles a little as she glares at you. "Because I will find you in the afterlife and I will bring you back just to kill you again."》

I love this woman <3

10.

11. 《She’s so awkward that it’s almost sickening. How can someone like her be so bad at flirting?》

I love my loser, awkward Cassandra. My fav Cassandra out there.

12. It'd be wonderful news if it was their head bc even Red themselves could easily cut their own finger to do that just so they were thinking they're dead

But if it was this 《If Miranda had done it, was her leaving a finger her way of a truce? Hm. Maybe-》 then yay cool. Miranda out there leaving snacks and fingers of Reader’s enemies and like "are we good yet, little bird?"

13. Nice to have some peace after all the horrors of the previous chapters. At least it's balanced 😭 It was all so sweet. The Dimis being happy Reader’s back and Lunny being there.

The peace will end soon, probably, it can never last too long. So I'm awaiting the continuation and the horrors. It's good to be back at reading and it's good you keep writing it 🫶🏻 It's not a light story but tptm always brightens up my mood and the plot is so cool. It deserves to be the top re8 fic fr

SO EXCITED TO READ THIS. i’ve had a shit day and this just made it sm better ❤️

1. calm is never a good thing 😭

2. she’s trying </3 we have to remember that she’s very unsure of what to do and where to go from here. she’s been snapped out of that “trance” she’s been in for YEARS and is seeing the errors of her ways. not that she’ll ever apologize, but she’s trying.

3. THE SIBLINGS EVER. my favorite duo

4. yeah… she is a little fucked up 💀 but! at least that meant she could recognize when she was going too far… haha… ha…

5. Miranda, poor woman… listen to reason 😭

6. it’s hard knowing that someone is horrible and has done bad things to you, but then they start acting kinder?? and it’s genuine? and then you’re like… okay maybe i was wrong…? it’s very confusing and conflicting but it’s how a lot of people feel when faced with similar situations

7. MY FAVORITE HUGS. being in that group hug would fr cure me of all illnesses.

8. i was so afraid this scene wouldn’t make sense :’) because Cassandra is not a super emotional person and for her to cry?? she was so upset but i wanted her to be mad that she was showing how vulnerable she was 😭

9. romance at its finest

10. HER!!!

11. she’s such a dork and we love her for it LMAO

12. 🌝🌝

13. it actually won’t be TOO bad for a hot minute… the next chapter deals with some stuff and plot but it’s also got funny and soft moments. the heartbreak will come much later with- no, i shan’t say…

thank you so much for allowing me a peek into your mind as you read. it genuinely makes me so happy to see your favorite moments or ones that stuck out to you ❤️

[perfectpaperbluebirds]

'Great. Now I Have Your Germs All Over Me.’

@sicktember 2022 Prompt #5

Fandom/OCs: MCU Avengers, Sick!Clint Barton, Sick!Natasha Romanov

Title: Superman (It’s Not Easy)

Words: 1163

Inspiration: None yet again. (Didn’t realized there was so many like that TBH)

Author’s comments: Surprisingly there’s little-to-no contagion in my Sicktember docs. Probably because I was trying to keep the fics so short, and I like to see the whole contagion scenario play out if I’m going to write it. Even this prompt, which was just begging for some contagion, was not used for that purpose. Mainly because an angry caretaker isn’t my jam, and that was the only way I could read this prompt if the contagion actually happened here. So, instead today you get two miserable sickies for the price of one with our favorite MCU assassins. Honestly this is probably set after the sick!Tony fic from a few days ago. Makes sense to me, anyway. And yet, this is a Clintasha ship AU.

It was Tony’s fault that Clint and Natasha were sick. It had to be. After all, he had been in the office a few days prior, visibly shedding contagion everywhere. The pair tried to stay far away from him, but Tony wasn’t nearly as fastidious about washing his hands as they were, so they ended up catching his germs anyway. There weren't many things that kept them from their duties, but illness was definitely one of them, especially when they were unfortunate enough to be ill at the same time. When the symptoms started and they realized what had happened, they did what they always did in times like these: they made their way to one of their more comfortable safe houses, stocked up on supplies, and prepared to lay low for the duration, cutting off communication with the rest of the team temporarily. 

Lounging in the living room of the aforementioned safe house, each to their own couch, the topic of Tony came up as Nat and Clint discussed their unfortunate luck with no small amount of bitterness. 

“What do you think is a good punishment for someone who comes to work knowing they’re sick and contagious?” Clint asked idly, giving up on watching TV since watching sideways and lying down was giving him a headache. 

“Reinfect them with another sickness once they’re better, since they chose to infect everyone else with theirs,” Natasha replied sleepily, wrapping her blanket tighter around herself with a sniffle. 

“Hm, that’s clever. I was just going to say make them take care of everyone they infected until everyone was better.” He had to stop to cough before he could continue. “But more painful revenge might be sweeter.”

“You’d really trust Stark to be a good nurse? Because I wouldn’t trust him with anything that wasn’t mechanical.”

“He could at least fetch and carry things. I get so dizzy when I stand up. ‘Tash, do you–”

“No.”

“You don’t even know what I was going to ask,” Clint pouted. 

“You were going to ask me to fetch or carry something for you, and the answer is no.”

“But I didn’t–”

“No. My fever was higher than yours when we last checked. That means I’m sicker than you, so you get to do your own fetching and carrying.”

Clint huffed in irritation, but knew he didn’t have a leg to stand on, so he sat up and slowly got to his feet, shivering and coughing miserably to make a point. 

Natasha was unphased. “While you’re up, could you make me some tea, please?” she called sweetly. 

Clint sighed dramatically, but began to pull down her tea supplies, muttering to himself around frequent coughing fits. 

“My head is killing me, so don’t be surprised if I make your tea wrong,” he called peevishly at one point. 

“I’m sure it’ll be fine. As long as it’s hot. That’s all I care about right now.”

A few minutes later, Clnt shuffled his way back to his couch, depositing a bowl of dry cereal, a glass of juice, and a glass of milk before returning to the kitchen. When he came back to the living room once more, he was carrying a steaming mug, which he held out to his companion. Just as she grabbed it, Clint’s breath hitched in an unexpected gasp, and he leaned forward out of habit, putting him that much closer to the mug and the hand that was grasping it. 

“Hih– Hiihgk-KH’SSHHhuue! hh!-HYYIIZSHH’uuhh!! Ugh, god, sorry…” He belatedly brought his hand to his nose, a poor excuse for cover.

“Clint! Ugh, great, now I have your germs all over me,” Natasha groaned. “You sneezed right into my tea, too!”

Clint gave her a look as he returned to his own couch. “Pretty sure we have the same germs at the moment, ‘Tash. I don’t think you need to worry much.” He rifled through the mess of blankets he had been lying under until he found a package of tissues, pulling one out just in time to catch the pair of drips quivering at the corners of his nostrils that had been threatening to make him sneeze again. 

“It’s still gross,” she muttered. Yet she had already taken a sip and was holding the mug close to her face, inhaling the steam. He had made her tea perfectly as always. She smiled a tiny bit at this thought. When she glanced back at him, though, the smile turned into a concerned frown. “You okay, Hawk?”

He had not touched his cereal yet, and was pressed back against the couch with his eyes closed, breathing slowly. “ ‘M really dizzy. Just give me a second,” he mumbled, clenching his fists. 

She did as he asked and didn’t pester, but waited in silence. Eventually he unclenched, slowly opening his eyes to meet hers. They exchanged a tiny nod, checking in. 

“Most days I’m pretty happy not being Superman, or super anything. That super immunity could really come in handy though,” Clint said, wiping his nose again as he at last added the milk to his cereal. 

“It’s not easy being the weak ones,” Natasha agreed. “No one likes being reminded of their humanity.”

Clint tried to scoff, which turned into a cough. Natasha laughed at this, which also became a cough. The pair would have laughed at this too, but feeling it might be unwise, settled for exchanging a wan smile instead. 

In due time, Natasha finished her tea. She assumed Clint had also finished since he’d been motionless for a bit, but when she turned to ask him if he would get her a refill, she found to her surprise that he had dozed off where he sat, the spoon still resting in his hand as his chest rose and fell in deep breaths. With a little sigh, she stood and went to fetch her own refill, casting a worried look at her partner as she passed him. 

She made her tea and set it down by her seat, then moved to Clint’s side. She pressed a hand to his forehead, anticipating the burning heat she felt there, but worried by it nonetheless. Upon feeling her touch, the archer opened his eyes blearily. 

“It’s not like you to fall asleep out of nowhere,” Natasha sighed, removing her hand and clearing his used bowl and glasses for him. 

“I get sleepy when I’m running a fever, you know that.” He stretched carefully, yawning. 

“It’s still unsettling.” 

He smiled a little. “And you get anxious when you’re running a fever. Some things never change,” he chuckled, coughing over the last word. 

She smiled too in spite of herself as she returned to her spot. “No, I suppose they don’t.”

“Well, you know what always helps both of those things? Sharing a bed for a nap. You get to feel safe and protected, and I get to sleep. Win win.”

Natasha smiled. “You’re absolutely right. At least that’s one thing that’s easy.”

[george-fabian-weasley]

if we had 5 more minutes — f. w.

Summary: You thought you could save Fred from the rumbles of falling stones; you did your best, only to be in the rumbles with him instead.

Words: 2,160 words

Warnings ⚠ : ANGST, TW: Death, TW: Battle of Hogwarts, TW: war, TW: injuries, Fred died, you died, big Pain™, I strongly suggest tissues and a dozen of comfort chocolates, I cried so you will too, Basically An Emotional Rollercoaster, Read At Your Own Risk

Disclaimer: inspired by Billie Eilish's cover of The End of The World, so... ya'll know this is going to be a painful ride. Buckle up your seatbelts and enjoy. Reblogs and Comments are Highly Appreciated! <3 p/s: reading this with the song at the background really helps with the tear pouring effect ;)

Disclaimer 2.0: i know what yall are thinking... what tf is syaf doing, posting a fic when she’s in a hiatus she just posted yesterday? Also where is mad hatter chap 5 and epilogue? well, my brain likes to conjure up ideas at very inappropriate times (like rn) so bare with me and uh i’ve been really physically and mentally exhausted from work (retail is bathshit crazy) to write the mad hatter series so idk when will i update the two chapters but i’m working on it! thank you for being patient, and im sorry for causing you guys to wait for so long, ilysm don’t kill me <3 

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The end of the world.

The Battle of Hogwarts looked like the end of the world. Curses and spells thrown left to right, different kinds of bodies found at each corner and crook, walls here and there crumbling as down as hope for freedom. And blood.

At that point of time, the pools of blood on the floor look the same; pureblood or not. Because they bleed the same anguish red.

You didn't need to see the apocalypse of the world anymore. Screw the end of Mother Earth; this battle in front of your eyes was more than enough — sadly — to be your end of the world.

“Hey,” You called, causing Fred to turn his head around to your direction, his lips etched up a smile before replying with another hey. You sat next to him, the place where George had sat before he got up and left to speak with Professor Lupin.

Evil is winning, and good is losing. But then again, what difference would it make; if good kills as many as evil? At the end of the world, there is no good and evil alone. There are desperation, madness, and hunger for power, lust for victory brought along with them.

So, at the end of the world, you chose to be side by side with your lover, Fred Weasley. The red-headed dork you’ve taught yourself to pour your love into had become the very source of your life. He is your elixir, he is your soul, heart, and happiness.

It was silent for a while, none of you had anything to say. Yet the silence was comforting, with only the presence of each other as calming as it is. “Y/N,” Fred suddenly turned his head to you, biting his lower lip in contemplation. “Hm?” “Can you just stay at the Burrow?” 

You blinked, “What?” Fred sighed, “Can you just stay at the Burrow right now and not join the war? I- I don’t want you to join in-” “Fred-” “I-It’s dangerous and it’s literally a war a-and I don’t want you to get hurt I would- I would rather die than have you hurt-” 

“Fred!” You raised your voice, your hand clasping onto his securely, an effort to calm his frenzied thoughts. He stopped rambling and stared at you with those doe eyes you adored so much, “You know I can’t do that.”

“We need everyone on board for this war. I am no exception- bloody hell, even your parents are joining in, Freddie!” You tried to explain slowly, and Fred closed his eyes in denial of defeat. 

“I love you,” he suddenly blurted out. He noticed the slight fluster you had, your eyebrows were raised for a millisecond before they furrowed upon a realization, “Wait, why are you saying this now? I-“ “I love you, Y/N,” he repeated himself and you shook your head, realizing what he was doing, “Wait, hold on a minute, no-“

He was saying it in case anything happens.

“Y/N, I love you-” “Don’t you dare say it one more time like you’re not gonna make it, Fred Weasley, I swear to Merlin,” You cut him off, your jaw clenching at his absurdness. “… Aren’t you gonna say it back?” Fred asked, his voice was small.

“I-” You sighed, “No, I won’t because I don’t want to say it right now, given the circumstances,” You paused, your voice quieting down, “It felt like a goodbye when you say it like that.” “Then when will you say it? We’ve been dating for almost a year and you'd never say it before,” He said.

“Really? This is the time to argue about this?” You gave him a pointed look, but your expression softened as you understood the meaning behind his actions. “Look, Freddie, I- You know how I feel about us,” You sighed, looking down at your hands on your lap, “You know I’m not that expressive with my words but- but I’m trying and- okay, let’s make a deal,” Fred’s ears perked up the mention of a deal. "I'm listening," he drawled.

“I’ll say the words when the war is over,” Fred gave you a sour look that clearly said ‘really?’ and it caused you to huff a smile, “Once everything is over, and everything is okay again, I’ll say them as many times as you want me to, okay?” Fred leaned into your touch as you cupped his cheek with your hand, kissing his forehead.

“Even if I made you say it a thousand times?” He asked and you chuckled, your heart warming at his childlike question, “I’ll say it for an hour if you asked me to.”

It happened so fast.

One second you were fighting off the Death Eaters with Percy and Fred, and then the other, you find your body aching at the major pressure from the rocks and debris that used to be Hogwarts’ protective wall from the outside world.

It was dark, and it was dusty, but you were too unconscious to notice. That was until you felt your cheek being patted a few times. As you gained consciousness with a cough or two, you also gained the pending pain spreading all across your whole body. You couldn’t feel your legs, or safe to say your whole lower body part. 

Memories of you a few moments ago trying to push Fred away from the rumbles but ended up facing the falling stones head-on with him instead began to flow back into your mind. How foolish could you be to act like a hero, as if you could sacrifice yourself for him to live.

“… Y-Y/N…”

You turned your head with a silent grunt, and your eyes fixate at the body beside you, a few feet away, Fred. 

He had blood leaking from his nose and ears, probably from the impact, and his face was dusty with debris from the stones. As he looked at you, he threw you a smile; a weak, hiding the fact that he’s in immense pain kind of smile.

“F-fancy seeing you here,” he grunted with a wince, a smile nevertheless rested on his lips. “Fred…” you could only mutter his name, closing your eyes for a brief second at the growing pain on your thighs. The pressure from the rumbles had slowly increased, and you felt yourself losing consciousness again. Only to be brought back to open your eyes as Fred poked your cheeks a few more times, “Hey, hey, s-stay with me, love.”

“We’ll… We’ll be okay.”

You winced at the trickling sensation on your skin as you tried to move your fingers towards him, “It’s… It’s impossible, Fred…” You voiced out, your voice cracking up. You saw Fred’s lips quivered before he threw you another comforting smile, “Don’t… Don’t say that. We’ll make it… I-I know we will.”

“We… We will?”

Groaning from the injuries on his body as he tried to move closer to you, he nodded, “We will.”

You felt his fingers trying to reach for yours, and you handed him assistance as you hooked your fingers with his. His hand was cold, trembling. But it was Fred’s. And Fred’s hand is always warm.

“It’s… It’s so heavy,” You whimpered in pain, looking at Fred for comfort. All Fred wished to do at the moment was to be strong enough. Strong enough to push off these rumbles pressing onto his body. Strong enough to pull you out from the pain. All he wished for was for you to not be in pain anymore. But he knew he couldn’t do anything. The rumbles were too big, too heavy, and it would take a while for anyone to find them at the bottom of everything. 

Fred breathed out heavily through his mouth, slowly finding it difficult to breathe through his nose anymore, trying his best to look strong for you, “Stay with me, love. S-stay with me. Five more minutes. F-five more minutes and they’ll- they’ll save us…”

“Fred…”

“Five more minutes, I promise…”

You saw the desperation in his eyes, trying his best to somehow keep you afloat until you two are saved. You heard muffles from the other side, Percy screaming for Fred and you. His screams were sad and painful to hear; you would’ve cried for him if it wasn’t for the constant high-pitched ringing in your ears.

“Fred, h-hold my hand. P-please,” You whispered, finding no more strength to say anything louder than a whisper. He instantly intertwined your fingers with his, stretching as far as he could to reach you; no matter how screeching the pain in his lower body was.

“Fred,” You called him again. He chuckled a bit, “You’re… you’re saying my name a lot of times right now, darling.” You huffed a smile, the corner of your lips twitched, “… I want to ask you something.”

“… Anything.”

Your eyes met his, even in the darkness, his eyes still managed to look so beautiful. So earthly beautiful. “… Are you happy, Freddie?”

There was something about the way you say it, Fred couldn’t get a touch of what it was but… it felt like a goodbye. As much as Fred hated to admit, he wasn’t holding on much longer either. He was bleeding heavily from everywhere, his wand was out of his reach, and his body was starting to numb. His vision began to blur by itself, hence he blinked his eyes repeatedly. Trying his best to see your features clearly, one last time, if the worst happens.

This is it, he thought. This is the end of my line. 

Finding an urge to cry, but didn’t have enough strength to sob, Fred let out a tear or two onto the dusty surface he laid his head on, his eyes closing after the content stare of your beautiful— though bloody and dusty— face. How ironic, he’s slipping away first even though he was the one who said five more minutes.

If only you had five more minutes.

“W-with… With you? Heh, always… “ The whisper coming out from his mouth caused you to narrow your eyes at him. It felt strange, it felt wrong. Was he saying goodbye? Watching Fred close his eyes was alarming, so you gained all your strength to pat his hand a few times, “H-hey, Freddie… Five more minutes. Hang… Hang on for five more minutes, please.”

You squeezed his hand, and he naturally squeezed back, only this time it was weaker than usual. His grip on your hand started to soften, but you tightened yours desperately. The pain all over your body was partially forgotten, your only focus was on keeping Fred breathing and alive, as well as yourself. 

“I’m… I’m trying, my love… but I’m sleepy… and tired…” he mumbled, his words became slurred by time. He was on the edge, you realized that. Upon the sad realization, you bit your tongue, trying your best to prepare for the worst. “L-look at me, darling,” Your voice quivered, feeling the sandy surface on your temple as you tried to force your eyes open, to properly look at him, “Look at me.”

You knew it. He was slipping away from your fingers, and you were slipping too. It didn’t matter anymore even if Percy bulldozed his way to you now, it was too late. Simply too late. And that’s none of his faults. It’s none of his and none of yours.

Some things are just meant to be.

You took your other hand and placed it onto his cold, dirty cheek. Caressing his cheekbone gently, you gave him a comforting smile, “Fred.”

He looked at you, a faint smile on his lips. He’s at the end, you acknowledged. You widen your smile to assure him, although the tears escaping your eyes say otherwise, “… You make me happy. You make me so so happy. And I… I love you.”

“I love you, Freddie.”

With a big smile, Fred widened his eyes weakly, letting out a sigh of content as he looked at you with gentle eyes,“… Now that wasn’t so hard, now was it?“

Gentle eyes that soon hollowed empty.

“Yeah,” the dam of your tears broke down, “Took me a long time...” You squeezed his now lifeless hand, trying to find comfort and warmth from him for the last time. You smiled at Fred, whilst tears rolling down your temple slowly as if mourning the passing of your lover for you. You inched closer to him, careful not to graze your injuries, and met your nose with his.

You caressed his cheek, finally feeling yourself lose consciousness. This is it, you thought, I won’t wake up ever again. “You said we’ll be okay,” You whispered weakly, huffing a content smile on your lips. Staring into his eyes that had held so much love and pure unadulterated affection for you all these years, now empty with no trace of life, had sent you into pain more powerful than the injuries present on and in your body.

“I guess we will be, after this.”

“… You spent your last five minutes with me, huh?” You felt yourself going in and out of consciousness, and your vision blurring continuously, “Aren’t you a sappy git,” the mere whisper escaped your mouth with a sigh. The warm smile never left your lips, and the only thing in your mind was how peaceful he looked as of that moment, and you wondered if you’ll ever be in that state of peace, with him.  

“No- no- no!” someone was shouting. “No! Fred! no!” And Percy was shaking his brother, and Ron was kneeling beside them with his hand on Y/N’s head, and the pair of lovers stared at each other without seeing, the ghost of their last smile still etched upon their faces.

On our last few drags of air, we agree

I was, and you were

Happy

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𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 | fic

navigation | requests : open | 12th march 2021

pairing : dabi x fem!reader

genre : fluff, angst

word count : 3.1k

warnings : fire, death, trauma

themes : strangers to lovers, mutual pining, denial, story changes,

summary : you had to get away from the toxicity that is your father and the hero society. after 17 years of being trapped, you finally have a chance to escape but with a man you didn’t really expect to help. you wondered why he helped you, you don’t know it’s because you don’t question his looks, you saw him not his scars.

you didn't plan for this, you didn't expect him to save you.

the corrupted superhuman society, the toxic society you lived in angered you. maybe things would've been different if your quirk, or your parents weren't who they are.

they wanted to mold you into the perfect weapon against villains, were the villains really the bad guys? who had the right of calling people heroes and villains. what separated them.

those thoughts you asked yourself each day growing up, if you could even call it that. 

everything was okay at first, you felt loved, but once your quirk manifested that changed, drastically.

training everyday until you couldn't move, the tears, the bruises. when would it be enough, is this really what it took to be a hero, to be deemed worthy of such a title?

you had already had to endure 12 years of training constantly, for your dad. you always wondered what is would've been like, to grow up in a stable happy home.

your father had been rejected by the superhuman society, his views were called sick and twisted. he wanted, needed to make you the best. that would've been okay if he let you have a childhood, if he trained you like a daughter not a robot. 

your fathers quirk is jet fire, he can quite literally make jets of fire with his mouth. the green haired man wasn't always bad, he didn't always push you or bruise you. you remembered there was a time, he would hold you, he’d spin you around. 

your quirk is the manipulation of fire, with the particles around you, you can create fire and other gases like smoke. it was a literal merge of your parents quirk, except you don’t breathe fire you create it with your hands.

your mother hasn't talked to you properly since your father started training you at the age of 5. maybe it was the guilt, she never questioned her husband, he had left another woman for your mother, personally you thought she was the last thing holding your fathers sanity together. the guilt of ruining you, corrupting you had haunted her so much she didn't even notice the scars and bruises on your body.

you had never had a real mother figure to show you how strong women are. she would never tell you this but she wondered where you got your anger and courage from.

everyone has a breaking point. yours was when you realized your parents would be living your life for you until they die. that terrified you more than you'd like to admit. the thought of living your life as a hero, a hero you didn't believe in or want to be. an entire lifetime in someone else’s shadow.

did you really live 17 years for this.

you thought about this as you stared up into your ceiling. it was 1am and you couldn't sleep, again.

you had had an argument with the green haired man you were cursed to call dad. it got heated and you locked yourself in your room, you had a bag packed full of clothes and money. staring at it you thought, is it worth it, will all this be worth it.

heroes and villains, you scoffed, they're all the same.

hearing loud steps coming up the stairs, you panicked standing up quickly and shoving the bag into your closet.

“y/n!”

“what” you looked at your door where the man stood, putting your book down next to you. 

“training in 1 hour” you stared at him incredulously, it is 1 fucking am and this lunatic wants me to train, Now.

“no” you deserve sleep, you only finished training a couple hours ago.

“you will train with me in one hour, or else i’m taking your phone and you’ll be training until tomorrow night.” you sighed frustrated and angry as he slammed your door shut. of course he’d take away my one fucking escape.

your eyes darted to the bag peaking out the corner of your closet, maybe today is the day.

you stared at it for a minute before grabbing the bag and checking everything was in there before grabbing a couple more items of clothing and your charger cable. you quickly got changed out of your training clothes and shoved on some baggy jeans and a black turtle neck with some boots. ‘fuck okay, we’re doing this’

you grabbed a pillow and shoved it under your sheets to make it look like you’re sleeping and opened your window, your room was on the second floor so you weren't worried about the drop, you jumped down using smoke to soften your fall and you ran through the alleyways of the city.

after an hour of running you leaned against the wall of an alley and checked your phone to see 30 missed calls from your father. before leaving you made sure to turn off the tracking app and restrictions on your phone.

as you turned to run through the alley you felt eyes on you, a cold breath made the hairs on your neck jolt up, yelping slightly you jumped forward to see.. some sort of sludge monster?

‘fuck’ you breathed as it backed you against the corner, throwing your bag to the side you floated up a little with your quirk and blasted fire at it, it parted where you aimed the fire before molding back together, ‘strong, worthy of me’ it breathed and it collided with you making you scream out in pain, it was agony, it felt like it was ripping you apart inside out.

you could hear voices coming closer but you were a little preoccupied. you had an idea, you slowly created as much fire you could with your hands, the creature shrieked pushing you away as you gasped air filling your lungs again.

you noticed a circular black matter at the end of the alley where the sludge monster appeared from, before you could inspect it it shrunk until it was nothing.

the same voices you heard earlier yelled as the sludge monster slipped through the drains “she’s valuable, she defeated that monster” a man said coming closer to you, you looked at him with furrowed eyebrows “touch me and you die” you breathed standing up from the dirty alley floor. “feisty too” he chuckled.

you were outnumbered, it was 6 to 1 in a small alleyway. before the men could come any closer a voice behind them made them turn, ‘the people you wanted dead are just that, where’s my payment ’ you couldn't see his face so you attempted to look around for an escape, you noticed a drain pipe leading up to a sturdier metal one, if you could jump onto the electric box and swing your up you could make it onto the roof, you just needed to time it perfectly.

one of the men turned to keep an eye on you, “we’ll have your payment in a week” the man in the middle scoffed turning back to you, “you know that’s not good enough, the payment, now or i’ll burn you to ashes” he said with venom laced in his voice, one of the 6 men had moved to the side, you had a clear few of who they were talking to you, you felt as your face heat up at him but you shook it off.

you raised an eyebrow at him signalling to the metal bar, you weren't sure if he’d help you but he’d probably help you if it was for his benefit as well. he flicked an eye between you and the metal bar immediately smirking at your plan. 

you took his smirk as a confirmation and grabbed your bag from the floor and lifted yourself up with smoke from your feet and jumped swinging yourself from the metal bar to the roof, before you could fully push yourself onto the roof you felt a hand gripping onto your leg, you tried shaking the man off only to feel blue heat take over the alley beneath you.

your eyes widened slightly as the scarred man continued burning the men below you, “stop it!” you yelled as he raised an eyebrow at you the blue flames dying down to nothing.

you sighed in relief rolling onto your back, the men scurried away, burnt but alive.

“why’d you stop me?” he asked, you supported yourself on your elbows as he climbed up onto the roof, he didn't look mad, it was a genuine question. “i don’t know maybe i didn't want to see anyone die.” you deadpanned sitting up dusting the dirt off of your clothes.

he looked at you as if you were the most confusing person in the world, you hadn't asked about his scars or flinched when you saw him, or stared at the purple marks around his face and body. he wanted to know why.

“what?, do i have something on my face” you pouted slightly running a hand through your hair. “no, just surprised” you pursed your lips as if waiting for him to say more, you stood up and grabbed the bag full of your belongings you mumbled a “thanks”.

“what was that smokey?” he smirked, a nickname, really. you rolled your eyes at his remark “you should be thanking me as well, without me you would’ve been cornered” he nodded a little at your words “hm well, what’re you doing out here”.

“ran away” you said quickly as you stared at the missed calls on your phone screen. “i need to get away from here” you added as he watched your every move as if trying to decipher you.

“well, you wanna go to hosu?” you looked up at him in disbelief, “what’s in it for you”, he looked conflicted you weren't great at reading people, its not like you had friends or anyone other than your parents around growing up. 

“might change my mind” he grinned before motioning you to follow him, you cautiously followed his steps along the rooftop. “wait i don’t even know your name”. he turned around for a split second before jumping onto another roof, you did the same, “what’s yours”.

“y/n mido- just y/n” if you were really going to leave this world behind then this is where to start, leaving behind your fathers name.

“names dabi, why did you run away” he’s intriguing, besides you needed to get as far away as possible and he’s willing to help so telling him this isn't exactly a danger to you.

“my dads a dick, he’s trying to train me to become the greatest hero but if this is what it takes to have the fucking honor of being called a hero then i don’t want it. i don’t want to be controlled my whole life, or live a life i don’t want”.

“huh, sounds familiar” he joked leading you out of the alleys closer to the lit up streets of the city. you smiled at his joke before jumping down the building as he did using smoke to soften your fall again, he zipped the trench coat up around his mouth and let the hood cover his hair, his piercing blue eyes and nose were the only facial features visible, you laughed slightly at the sight making him roll is eyes at you.

you moved to peak around the corner of the alley, dabi stuck out a protective arm before peaking out as you tried to do a couple seconds before. he let his arm fall to his side again before motioning you to join him, you walked beside him. 

the large lights and billboards made your eyes go wide, “what you never seen the city at night before?” he joked watching your expression stay the same, you looked like a child seeing fireworks for the first time, it was endearing yet sad. had you really been isolated like this, never even seeing something as simple as lights in the darkness.

“i told you, my dad trained me most of my life, so I've never had the luxury of seeing this, never mind at night.”

he hummed at your words as he turned another corner grabbing your arm and dragging you in at the last second making you yelp, a couple motorbikes and cars stood in a line along the small street. the man eyed each of the bikes, you watched as he grabbed a key from a pocket in his oversized trench coat and placed it into a black and blue motorbike before throwing a leg over the seat and turning a head to you. “you coming or not?”.

you grinned before jumping up into the seat.

the world blurred past you, lights buildings and people became one, it really was beautiful, your wide eyes tried to catch everything as you sped past. “where are we going!” you yelled over the noises of traffic and people. “1 day in the city, then hosu city”.

you had never felt more alive, of course you were taking a risk going somewhere you didn't know with a stranger but this was better than being trapped in a house you couldn't call home. 

you gripped his waist as he sped up slightly, he probably didn't how much you hadn't seen, or how much you'd been cut off from the world you thought, in reality he knew more than anyone.

he was busy in thought as you sped past the lit buildings, he watched in the small metal mirror at your expression.

she’s the type to fall in love with everything unreachable, just like i once did.

maybe this was a bad idea, i could’ve just told them i lost her.

the sun started rising a little after you left for the centre of the city, the sunrise you knew all too well rose, sleepless nights led to you watching the sunrise on the rooftop of your house. it was lonely, being alone wasn't something you thought about often. people are disappointing is what you had been taught through experience but however much you wanted to be okay with loneliness you knew you’d find someone to change that, a friend.

“aye you still awake?”,

“mhm”, he grunted in return as you asked him about how much he’d seen of the city, the conversation went onto talk of your family. 

“my mother, she was so in love with the idea of my dad that she kind of just ignored how he treated me, they were good parents at some point, but somewhere along the line that changed”

the day was the most fun you had ever had and much to his disgust you went shopping, you were taking a while “fucking hell, yeah that’s fine”, you frowned at his tone before grinning “hm ill find something better”.

“No, no that is good, yeah its great stick with that”, you laughed at his annoyance before going to pay, “i’ll pay” you shook your head a little grabbing the card you put your fathers money on. 

he rolled his eyes before shoving his own card in the machine and punching in a couple numbers, you thanked him and took the bags resting them on your arms. 

the day went by faster than you liked, you soon found yourself heading towards the motorbike, the black haired man followed next to you eyeing your every move.

she’s going to hate me.

you followed the road out of the city towards another, the lights slowly becoming only dim streetlights. the bright yellow lights of the city were far behind you but even within the peace something was off, you could feel the tension between you and the male, even if you were to ask its not as if he’s going to tell someone he’s known for a little over a day.

“where are we staying in hosu?” you tried to fill the tension with small talk, the man sped up a little before answering “with a couple uh friends, they’re weird”. you nodded as if he could see you, just as you were about to ask him about his ‘friends’ you felt a drop of water hit your cheek.

as the rain slowly got heavier you giggled feeling the drops slide down your face, “what’s so funny smokey” he turned slightly to look at you, you blinked the rain out of your eyes to look at him not expecting to see his bright cerulean eyes looking straight into yours, your breath hitched slightly but you didn't look away, his eyes averted back to the road again and you let out of a breath you didn't know you were holding.

he found himself somehow jealous of the fact that the rain got to touch you, your eyes lit up as you watched the lightning flash across the night sky.

he huffed in anger at himself for even feeling these things, whatever, shes gonna hate me after this anyway.

with only an hour left for hosu you felt yourself getting tired and you grabbed a monster from your bag, you opened the can shuddering a little at the cold you chugged most of the acidic down your throat before hearing the boy in front of you elbow your knee, his hand was held out for the drink, you rolled your eyes pouting slightly and handed him the drink, the rest of the sugary drink drained down his throat. 

something about him intrigued him, maybe it was his mysterious nature, mystery had always drawn you in, it was fun figuring out mysteries and conspiracies, so why is he so difficult to figure out. his eyes were the most mysterious to you, his bright ocean filled eyes. they held so many stories, so many emotions you couldn't decipher.

“hey i asked you a question” you shook away your thoughts and asked dabi to repeat it he sighed shaking his head before smirking for a split second, “i asked how much you hate villains”, you furrowed your eyebrows at his question.

“i don’t hate villains.” you said simply he looked back at you as if asking you to carry on.

“its unfair how quick people are to decide the difference between heroes and villains, most heroes aren’t even good people, they're just fakes hiding behind the mask that is saving people, you hurt people in secret your whole life and then save a couple people and you’re suddenly a hero?, i don’t hate villains, i hate people who think get can choose who’s a hero and who’s a villain just from their appearance”.

he thought for a couple minutes before his lips curled into a small smile, she really gets it huh.

“i’m not stupid, i know you’re deemed a villain dabi, but you don’t seem one to me”, his smile softened a little as if you said the most meaningful words to exist, he felt his walls slowly breaking for you, worst part is he let it happen.

he turned one final corner before parking outside what looked like an abandoned warehouse, you hopped off the bike and followed the man to the door he sighed slightly, he let you go in front of him, you stopped at the door and turned around to look at him questioning his sigh.

he inched closer to you as your back pressed against the door, your eyes widened as his former comforting smile turned into a sad smile, as if he wished this could last.

your breath hitched as his face got closer, he grinned for a second his nose brushing against your own, just as you thought he was going to kiss you he pulled back slightly and lifted his hand which was clenched as if he was holding something, his hand stopped level to his mouth, he opened it and blew the powder into your face making you immediately collapse.

you didn’t expect him to save you anyway.

A/N : damn so part2? DJSF

FUN FACT : manga spoiler : when he said “ she’s the type to fall in love with everything unreachable, just like i once did.” he was talking about his desire to become the greatest hero with his quirk but because of his body is was unreachable.

taglist : @todoroki-shoto-is-life @blazedbakugou @luluwiie @blue-gold-demigod-clouds @gazelle-des-pres

[kikosaurscave]

The Cheater and The Bear Katsuki Bakugou x Reader

10/6/21: PLSSSSS THANK YOU FOR THE SUPPORT ON THIS FIC BUT I HATE IT. I love the plot but i hate how i brought on the story towards the end, its boring, quick and sloppy as well, sorry for that. Ill touch it up...later🦖🦕

A/N: Kinktober, I dont know when Ill be encouraged/inspired enough to finish it, besides its obviously already overdue. This was written in a little under 5 hours and I think its pretty good.

The Angst isnt too bad, a bit of a weak ending but its alright.

F/F= Fav Food F/A=Fav Animal F/C=Fav Colour F/D=Fav Drink

Fandom: Boku No Hero Acadamia (My Hero Acadamia

Genre: Angst

Warnings/Contains: Angst. Slight/mentions of; Insomnia, Cheating, Abuse and Death(Reader), Sicknesses(Unspecified) and Suicude(Not directly)

Word Count: 1,934

Angst Level: 2-3

—

Bakugou and Y/n have been dating since they graduated college, they live together and Bakugou has been coming home late because “his boss is asking him to do extra hours” y/n being a good girlfriend, stays up and waits for him to get home so she can help him calm down from the foul attitude he’d usually have.

—

Trying not to fall asleep most the time, she would rarely get some sleep just to make sure he’s alright.

What he really does while his GIRLFRIEND is slowly falling ill for his sake is gradually getting closer to his coworker, spending the late nights with her and not his own girlfriend.

—

Slowly, week after week he starts recognising the late hours he’d yell at y/n for ‘Not minding her own business’ when she asks ‘Where he was’ or ‘How he was’, he’d notice his coworker being nothing like y/n, for example; when y/n would hug him, he’d feel warm inside, not with her.

When y/n would compliment him, he could tell she meant it, but she didnt even bother to. When y/n would wait for him and care for him, though she didnt? It just wasnt the same at all, it felt useless, he felt weird, sad in fact, he didnt know how he felt but he knew that if he looked into the e/c eyes of the person he loved; he would practically fall apart.

—

Checking the mail when he arrived home to see a letter from their local doctor to his y/n and opening it to see that his girlfriend had a bad condition with no possible ‘cure’ or ‘last resort’ to help with her condition caused by stress and insomnia he was scared, he rushed inside the house, stressfully slamming the door shut and walking into the living room to find his what looked like a now fully alert girlfriend with dark bags under her widened eyes with her hair a little messy, she tried to keep it tamed, but the first thing she still asked him was if he was alright, then she checked his forehead for a temperature while he stared speechless at her, mouth ajared and eyes wide with regret, sadness, anything in remorse “Youre sick and you didnt tell me?” He managed to mutter out after grabbing a soft hold onto her hands, something he hadnt done in a while because all his touches to her were violent and dangerous, the way he just spoke to her was the calmest in weeks, months even because he had been noticing the raggedness in his throat whenever he left to work.

She looked down, sadly, “I tried telling you but you told me I was just lying and being selfish..” his breath hitched realising that she wouldn’t live because of him.

Sure she told him she was fine and he didnt need to worry or that it wasnt his fault but that only made him realise how selfless she was, how much she really loved him and how idiotic he was, he finally realised what an idiot he was, a dirty unloyal cheater is what he called himself, undeserving of the very person he vaguely remembered promising to himself that he would give his life and propose to, because, because? He didnt remember because his mind was poisened with the thoughts of the nights he spent with someone else.

He knew that the memories would rush into his mind either after she died or while he tried his best to care for her during her last few days, when he couldve been doing this for until they grew old together.

He didnt remember why he did what he did but he knew that would be the greatest regret of his life; destined to burn into his mind while he recited her very words about moving on and living his life as strong as he always did or at least now could-though she didnt say that last part herself, he knew its what he knows wont stay out of his mind.

—

And so the days went by, he had stayed home from work to comfort her while in denial about the inevitable death ((Unus Annus👀)) coming to her.

—

He gave as much love to her that he could, made her the food she desperately needed, made her feel as needed as she was to him, bathed her himself and made her feel comfortable.

Even when she knew he was cheating on her she never stopped loving him, making sure HE was alright even when her very own health was slowly dropping as the weeks passed.

She knew what he did and she still didnt stop caring for him and his health, not her own. She shuffled and shivered in his embrace, causing him to adjust the blanket on her while smiling softly, the other rested on her back hugging her closer to him.

When her breathing evened once again he continued thinking, ‘Was it worth it?’ He would sometimes think to himself while brushing her hair.

He remembered the time he asked her if he was that worth it that she would sacrifice her health for;

‘Was I that worth it?’ He asked her while he adjusted the f/a bag on her back, to which she sadly looked down and said ‘You werent supposed to find out, When that letter arrived I was supposed to leave after seeing how bad my condition is,’ he stared down at her in shock as she continued,

“If I had gotten to the letter before you and left it would all be a little better..you wouldve forgotten me and moved on, I know you wouldve. I didnt want to bother you anymore, so I figured it’d be better if I left and probably went and lived with Hanta or Jirou instead of dying and leaving my body for you to find..I didnt want to cause so much trouble for you..’ His eyed watered and so did hers when she looked up at him..

—

Driving her to what she knew would be her last festival and what he denied it to be, he held her hand as if it would be the last time he would ever get the chance to.

—

She pulled him weakly by the hand, taking him from ride to ride—while he complained about how it might not be safe enough for her to ride, she didnt listen though, she still dragged him on, the cycle kept on going with y/n taking him on rides wether he worried about her safety or not, she took him to get some food and candy from time to time, she even asked him to win the f/c bear for and he nodded.

—

They watched the fireworks with her arms wrapped around her new bear and her bag and his wrapped around her, he watched as she looked up at the bright lights in the sky, he noticed how they reflected in them.

—

When they got home, she didnt tell him that she felt more unwell than usual, she just told him that ‘I had a great night, ‘Suki. I really love you, you know?’ She hugged him while he wondered where this came from but didnt take much mind as he listened with a smile on his own, she then continued ‘When Im gone, I dont want you to be sad,’ she whispered, ‘Dont say that.’ He shook his head, arms wrapping atound her and hugging her close ‘Youll be fine, you told me youll be fine..’ ‘I know..I just want you to know that, I love you and I want you to be happy and smile, dont dwell on the past, I forgive you, you know that right?’

He nodded, picking her up and taking her to their room, undressing her and putting her pyjamas on then the same with himself while she climbed under the cover and continued, ‘I mean it okay? So dont think it was your fault’ ‘But it was’ he muttered, sadly. ‘It wasnt.’ He didnt argue, he just stayed quiet, contemplating and dwelling on how he knew it was. ‘Are you hungry? Ill go make you some f/f..’ he left the room, not waiting for an answer, leaving you to look down disappointedly.

He didnt want to listen because he knew what you were going to say. Weakly closing your eyes, your hands wrapping around your torso, you opened your eyes a few minutes later, you felt awful, you felt your time closing in you, you swallowed some saliva or at least tried to, you heard Bakugou walk back in and the smell of f/f invaded your senses, you looked up and he walked over with two trays, both holding f/f and f/d, you smiled a small smile that weakly faltered when he put the trays down on the bed and grabbed the remote to the tv in your shared room.

—

That night when he held you in his arms and ran his finger through your hair and you slowly faded away, youre heart beat faltering, to which only the bear you held—between you two chest to chest—could hear.

‘Suki?’

‘Hm?’

‘I love you so much you know that right?’

‘I know..I love you too y/n’

You smiled, hearing him as he spoke genuinely, he really did love you, he just didnt remember or realise that he did so much until he woke up the next morning, your time had come and gone, your heart—

—‘Y/n? Baby wake up, its time to get up’ he shook you softly, you still clung to both him and the bear between you both—faltered that night, it had finally given up and you had lost your last game—

—‘Y/n wake up!’ He checked your breathing, your pulse, anything he could think of to try and give himself some hope that you weren—

You didnt want to die unhappy but you didnt want to stress him or frustrate him when or if he found your body had you stayed and he didnt read the letter.

—t dead, to try and give himself some hope that you werent dead, but the large lack or little to none of heartbeat and the fact that you werent breathing only made the tears fall from his eyes faster—

Its not the time to dwell on the past anymore, you just had to focus on not being scared of what was to come next, so instead you took in as much of Bakugou as you could, you latched closer onto him and took in his warmth and tried to focus on the bear, the calm bear that basically had no idea what was happening around it.

—‘Please wake up, Please wake up’ he repeated while dialling Emergency Services—

At least Suki would have it to take care of him while you were gone. You closed your eyes, and let out one last breath, feeling his grip tighten on you, a tear ran down your cheek as death took you with a gentle touch.

—

—‘I love you’ Bakugou whispered to your grave, tears running down his face as he hugged the bear the won you at the festival the night you died in his arms..when the found his body and a note saying,

‘Bury me with the bear next to her -Katsuki Bakugou’

It turned out he really did love you?

[whitworth-waldo]

Here's the second part to my loceit fic, but a quick warning:

THERE IS DECEITS REAL NAME AND REFERENCES TO THE LATES EPISODE

WATCH THAT BEFORE YOU READ THIS

SPOILERS

Something Deceit was always jealous of, was the fact that every other side could show their emotions. It was considered natural for them, but whenever he did it, everyone thought he was trying to manipulate them. At times he really hated that he was in charge of Thomas’ dishonesty.

All the other sides had people there to comfort them when they were feeling bad. He didn’t have anyone, as edgy as it sounds. Whenever he was upset he buried it. He pushed it deep down into his brain so that it would never resurface. But it always did.

No matter how hard he tried, he could never just ignore things. He had feelings that could be hurt, and he other sides didn't seem to understand that. It hurt when Virgil called him useless. He felt bad for saying the things he did to Virgil and Patton, but he couldn’t apologize now. If he did, they would think he was just trying to use them.

Deceit was balled up with his head on his knees and his arms wrapped around his shins. He had a single tear running down his cheek. He slowly got up and wiped his face clean of any tears left over.

“Why do I even care?! It’s not like they do. I don’t fucking care anymore!”

Deceit stomped out of his room and down the stairs. Virgil was in the kitchen, so Deceit gave him a death glare whenever Virgil looked at him.

“Got a fucking priblem?”

Roman had stepped into the kitchen, and was being protective of Virgil.

“Yeah. I do. Not like you’ll listen anyway though, because every fucking time I express actaul emotion you take it as me being minipulative. So don’t fucking ask if you’re not even gonna listen to me.”

Roman and Virgil looked taken aback. Deceit shook his head, he filled a cup with hot tea. He needed the warmth from the tea to actually warm up, while he wasn’t entirely cold-blooded, he didn't have a lot of body heat. 

“Why are you even a side? What do you do, besides lie, that is?”

Deceit shook his head.

“You’ll figure that out in the next week jackass. And you wonder why I haven’t shared my name yet.”

Virgil spoke up.

“They don’t know it yet?”

Deceit’s head shot up and he gave Virgil a death glare, Virgil just smirked.

“Don’t.”

“His name is Janice.”

Roman burst out laughing.

“Janice?! What are you? A middle school librarian!”

Deceit, or Janice, hissed. Roman wrapped an arm around Virgil's waist and Virgil kept smirking. Logan walked into the kitchen just then.

“Hey, Logan! Want to know Deceit’s name?”

Logan shrugged.

“Sure, I guess.”

Roman laughed.

“Our dear scaley reptilian rapscallion here, his name is Janice!”

Logan hummed.

“As in the Roman God? J-a-n-u-s? Or J-a-n-i-c-e, which is much less probable. J-a-n-i-c-e is usually a name reserved for females.”

Deceit smiled.

“My name is spelled J-a-n-u-s, like the God. Logan is correct.”

“I usually am.”

Virgil frowned.

“Roman God? What?”

Logan nodded.

“Janus is the Roman God of beginnings, as well as transitions. He is depicted with two heads, as he was always looking into the future and the past. Oddly, he is one of the only Roman Gods who doesn’t have a Greek counterpart.”

Logan sat on the counter and Deceit took a sip of his tea and looked at Virgil.

“See what you get when you try to be a dick?”

Logan tilted his head.

“I infer that Virgil was being rude. What was he doing?”

“First off, he told others my name when I wasn't ready. And secondly, he was making fun of it.”

Virgil looked away and Roman held him closer.

“Can you blame him? You’re constantly lying, and trying to get Thomas to do unethical things.”

Logan made a face of confusion.

“Can you blame him for his own actions? Yes, yes you can.”

Deceit chuckled.

“Plus, I only want what’s best for Thomas! How many times do I have to say that?! I think by now I’ve said it at least 5 times.”

Janus shook his head and walked back to his room. He walked back into the kitchen wrapped in a yellow blanket. He plopped himself onto the floor and sipped his tea. Virgil and Roman had left, so Janus assumed they went into Virgil’s room.

“Hey, I just wanted to thank you for earlier. In that nasty fight, you didn’t have to agree with me.”

Logan hummed.

“Well, you were right. I’m not going to agree with people who aren’t right just because they aren’t well liked.”

Deceit smiled, he leaned back onto a cupboard and snuggled into his blanket. Janus had always liked that Logan seemed to be unbiased most of the time. Logan and him were labelled the brain cells of the group by the fans, and they weren’t necessarily wrong, or Janus didn’t think so at least.

Logan stayed in the kitchen for a while with Janus. They didn’t really talk, it was just a comfortable silence. Then after like, half an hour Logan got curious.

“Why do you always wear a coat and gloves?”

“I don’t produce much body heat, the whole reptile thing. So I wear heavier clothes to keep warm.”

“I always assumed it was just a fashion choice.”

Janus chuckled.

“No, although, it is rather stylish. I’m just always freezing.”

Logan smiled and nodded.

“I know this is a kinda stupid question, but have the others ever, like, ranted about me before? Specifically Virgil.”

Logan had to think back a while,but he did remember Virgil being really upset when Janus made his first appearance on Sanders Sides.

“Yeah, Virgil was really mad when you first showed up.”

Janus nodded.

“Sorry for impersonating you, second nature ya know.”

Logan shrugged.

“Not the worst thing that’s happened before.”

“That’s good. Anyway, what did Virgil say?”

“He said that he couldn't believe we were listening to a darkside.”

Janus rolled his eyes.

“Quite hypocritical, don’t you think?”

Logan nodded, he was finding this moment peaceful. He was also happy that Janus was being what Logan assumed to be himself. He wasn’t trying to be this evil tough side.

“Very. He also said that the D-Day example was a stretch.”

“Completely untrue. The allies set up fake tanks and everything!”

Logan nodded again. Deceit always knew what he was talking about, even when impersonating other sides, that was another thing Logan liked about Janus.

Remus walked into the kitchen about an hour into Janus and Logan talking in the kitchen.Logan was still on the counter and Janus was sitting on the floor wrapped up right next to Logan’s leg. He just got a cup of Orange juice and walked out.

“They’re SO gonna get together.”

Remus was out of earshot of both the sides, Virgil was passing him and looked confused.

“Who?”

“Dee and Logan. They’re still in the kitchen, just talking.”

Virgil scrunched up his face.

“Logan wouldn’t like him.”

Remus just shook his head.

“Sure.”

Back in the kitchen, Janus and Logan were talking about true crime stuff.

“Would you prefer to be called Janus or Deceit?”

Janus shrugged.

“You could call me Dee, or Jan. Doesn’t really matter anymore, since Virgil kinda outed me.”

Logan frowned.

“You still get a preference for what you want people to call you.”

Janus smiled.

“Dee is fine. You know, you and Remus are the only two who have asked me that.”

“Hm, that’s kinda strange.”

Deceit nodded.

“Guess it’s because the others don't like me too much, do they?”

Logan shook his head.

“Don’t know why though. I find your company quite pleasant.”

Janus smiled, he felt a small blush creep upon his cheeks.

“Thanks. I have to say, I think you’re also nice to be around. It’s peaceful, and when we disagree it's just a simple debate. No shouting or offensive things said.”

Logan smiled and nodded.

“Yeah, that’s always nice.”

Janus closed his eyes for a couple minutes, he only opened them when he heard footsteps.

“You guys are still out here? It’s literally been two hours.”

Janus opened his eyes and saw Roman at the fridge.

“Aren’t you and Virgil still accompanying each other?”

Roman looked at Logan weirdly.

“Yeah, but we’re a couple.”

Janus blushed, but he hid it by snuggling even further in his blanket. Roman still probably saw it.

“Do I like him? Why am I blushing? He compared us to a couple! What’s going on? Am I ok?! I’m fine, it’s probably just a crush. Right? Yeah. It’ll go away in a few days.”

Janus was spacing out.

“Yo, Janus, you good?”

He looked up and saw Roman staring at him.

“I’m fine.”

Roman shook his head and left.

“Are you ok?”

Janus tilted his head.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

Logan shook his head.

“No, I mean actually. Are you emotionally healthy?”

Janus froze.

“It’s ok if you aren’t, Dee. I’ve noticed that the others don’t necessarily take your emotions into consideration. If you want to talk about it, you could talk to me at any time. I might not be a very emotional person, but I could give advice.”

Janus nodded.

“Thanks, that means a lot.”

Janus rested his head on the cupboard behind him and closed his eyes, only this time, when he opened them he was in his bed.

[acavatica]

i-wakeupstrange said:

i’m not including this in my review of the elevator fic because it was becoming its own huge, ridiculous tangent, but in short: it’s now my headcanon that Marco is into anime (OF COURSE why didn’t I realize sooner) and in a roundabout way that’s Peter’s doing. (he’s a little old for NGE but, I think, about the right age to have gotten real into, say, Robotech. and decide to show his son these shows. because he’s a Cool Dad. or tried to be before... you know.)

Peter told himself that he was watching cartoons because of the baby, but also all the baby books he’d tried to force Eva to read had said that babies have about a foot of vision and see colors like a dog. Then he told himself that he was watching cartoons because the bright colors and laser sounds kept him awake. At least that wasn’t a complete lie. 

The full truth was that he thought Robotech was cool. It was serialized, which was more than he could say for any American TV shows. It wasn’t as if Peter could read Dune with a baby in his arms no matter how much he wanted to, even if he’d missed the last two books and another was coming out later that year. And it wasn’t as if Peter could read Dune anyway since he was off Ritalin again, but that was neither here nor there. TV shows would catch up to book series eventually.

The fact that it had a story he could follow was just a bonus. The real draw of Robotech was that it aired in marathons in the middle of the night. That was a lot less likely to wake up his ten-week-old than changing his Doctor Who tapes every four episodes. Plus, he’d had to pay someone on USENET to ship the tapes all the way from Brighton. If he wore them out, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to find the guy ripping VHS tapes on net.tv.drwho again.

Eva’s alarm went off, muffled by the bedroom door. Peter closed his eyes and let his head fall back against the couch cushion. 5:30 already. He’d been letting her get most of the sleep to reimburse her for the whole pregnancy thing, but now that she was going back to work, he wouldn’t even have a choice.

He listened to her shuffle around the kitchen. He heard every step of her putting on a pot of coffee. Eva never did anything quietly, but it hadn’t taken him long to get used to it. After all, there was nothing more comforting than knowing his ever-so-slightly evil partner would at least never be able to sneak up on him. 

He opened his eyes to catch her shaking out her still-rumpled hair and stretching out the crick in her back. He heard that too, from all the way across the room. Another thing Peter was repaying her for. She saw him watching and closed the distance between them. Eva draped her elbows over the back of the couch and touched her cheek to Peter’s head. Peter took a deep breath, and he smelled her shampoo and the coffee and their new baby. 

Putting his PhD on hold was worth it.

Eva cocked her head to the side, rolling her chin over Peter’s forehead. “Wow, look at her hair. Japan really has progressive ideas about the meaning of ‘spiral curls.’” She walked around to the front of the couch, plopped down, and held out her arms. “Hand him over.”

Marco started whining almost immediately. 

“I’m surprised you know it’s Japanimation.”

Eva rolled her eyes. “We had Japanese cartoons in Mexico. And actually, the acting was way better than this.”

“Yeah, but were there giant fighting robots?”

“I dunno, this shit is for nerds.” Marco was still fussing in her arms, but she was looking down at him like she understood where he was coming from. “You’re gonna make our kid a nerd, aren’t you?”

Peter smiled. “I don’t know what you expected when you decided to have a baby with me.”

“Feh, yeah, ‘decided.’” Eva stretched her leg out and gave Peter’s knee a good nudge.

She pulled her leg back, crossed her ankles, and cradled Marco with her whole body. All three of them fell quiet, and Minmay sang Marco back to sleep.

⁠—⁠—⁠— 

Marco was born whining, and after four years, he still only stopped when he was asleep.

“Why do I have to do daycare?”

“You asked to watch Voltron. It’s the fifth time we’ve watched Voltron. Please watch Voltron.”

Marco bobbed his head back and forth as he quoted the onscreen conversation between Queen Merla and King Zarkon: “The chamber is full of quarks. ⁠— Quirks? ⁠— No, quarks. You see, everything is made of atoms, and all atoms are made of quarks. ⁠— Hm, nice, but how does it work? ⁠— Well, there are six kinds of quarks: up, down, top, bottom, strange. And my favorite kind, charmed.”

“Well. At least we can be sure you’re my kid. And Eva’s. And of why I like this show.”

“If you like it, don’t complain.”

Peter ran his hand over his hair and tried to ignore how thin it was getting. “Definitely Eva’s kid…” 

Marco rolled over closer to Peter and looked up at him pleadingly. “Whyyy do I have to do daycare?”

“Because,” Peter said reluctantly. “I finally finished school, and it was really hard, but I got a cool job out of it.”

Marco’s eyes basically tripled in size, and he poked out his lower lip. Definitely, 100% for sure, Eva’s kid. “But I’ll miss you.”

Peter sighed. “I’ll miss you too. But you’re starting school in the fall anyway, so think of it like practice.”

Marco crossed his arms and turned his eyes back to the TV. He stayed quiet for maybe a minute, long enough for the pilots to form Voltron. Without taking his eyes off the TV, he said, “What if they don’t know how to microwave Spaghetti-Os?”

“If there’s any lesson you have to learn, it’s that sometimes you have to settle for Spaghetti-Os that aren’t made by Chef Boyardee Champion of the World, Your Dad.”

“Spaghetti-Os aren’t even Chef Boyardee,” Marco mumbled.

Peter reached his leg over and nudged Marco’s knee with his foot. “Don’t you want to be brave like Lance?”

Marco pushed Peter’s foot away, crossed his arms again, and sank into the couch. “No. I wanna be diablo-lolical like Prince Lotor.”

“Well, Prince Lotor doesn’t even need his dad.”

Marco glanced over at Peter, and Peter grinned. Marco sank even further into the couch until his feet almost touched the floor.

⁠—⁠—⁠— 

The bluish glow of the TV cast long shadows across the room. There wasn’t much contrast because it was a pretty dark movie, but Marco was still illuminated against the dull, colorless room. The volume was only one notch above mute, but he was sitting on his knees, so close to the TV that he could almost make out every word. It’s not like the sound would have bothered his dad, even if he turned it all the way up. Marco kept it low so he could still hear Peter breathing, and even acknowledging that feeling ate away his insides.

It had been a whole year, and for a while Marco had tried not to think about how he was the only thing keeping his dad alive, in more ways than one. It got harder the longer Peter didn’t get better. Marco didn’t even have cable to distract himself from his messed up life. He just had the same old VHS tapes, and they’d had to donate a bunch of them to Goodwill when they’d moved. 

The box was still there, still packed and next to the TV, labeled in Marco’s sloppy kid handwriting. Peter hadn’t helped with the move⁠—it had mostly been Jake’s family and his mom’s relatives he’d never met and would probably never see again. Marco could still see his hands pulling the tapes off the shelves, sorting them, reading the labels in Peter’s sloppy grownup handwriting, and not being able to bear to throw away the memories of sitting between his mom and dad with popcorn in his lap, even if he might never be able to watch those tapes again.

There were only a few tapes scattered around the plastic milk crate the TV sat on. The rest were still in the box. Marco had gone through them dozens of times, and he was still limited to the few tapes he didn’t associate with a time when he had a family. 

He’d never watched Ghost in the Shell with his dad. That was probably a good thing, because there was a lot of nudity, and that was always awkward. There was also some gore, which Peter knew gave Marco nightmares, even if he pretended not to be scared. Marco had played the movie in front of Peter dozens of times anyway, but his eyes didn’t track it, and he didn’t tell Marco that he should turn it off, he was too young to see all these nipples.

Marco turned around, blinded from sitting so close to the TV. He didn’t need to see his dad. He knew he was curled in on himself, his face buried in the place where the back of the couch met the seat and the arm. There was no way to know if he was asleep or awake, and Marco wasn’t even sure those words had meaning in Peter’s life anymore.

“Hey Dad,” Marco said, his voice creaky, either from disuse, disgust, or some other kind of emotion. “What do you think about the whole brains jacking into the internet thing? Realistic? It seems like the kind of thing you’d have worked on.”  Marco listened to Peter’s breathing. It never changed. Marco could say anything. “You know. When you worked.”

Marco turned away, back to the TV. He pressed Stop, and the tape clicked off, flooding the room with light so bright and blue, it hurt his eyes. He pressed rewind and the whir of the tape drowned out Peter’s breathing. It was crazy, but as the VCR started to grind to the end of the tape, Marco was suddenly, irrationally, completely sure that when the tape stopped rolling, the room would be totally silent. His body flashed hot and then cold and his pulse pounded painfully in his temples.

The tape clicked off. Marco held his breath.

Peter breathed in. Out. In. Out.

Marco pressed play, turned the volume up a few more notches, and got to his feet. As he passed, he shoved his dad’s leg with his foot. He stood over him, waiting like he expected some kind of reaction. The TV lit up his motionless body in green, gray, white. The cyborg pulled the cables out of her neck and stood.

“If only someone would ghost hack you.”

Marco went into his bedroom⁠—the only bedroom⁠—and slammed the door.  

⁠—⁠—⁠— 

Marco’s back was flat against the dirt floor of the scoop, his head resting on his folded arms. His right leg was draped over Ax’s back and he’d slowly tangled his left leg up in Ax’s tail. Ax didn’t like that, and he knew Ax didn’t like it, and that’s why he’d taken it slow. He’d started by sticking his leg under Ax’s tail. He’d waited a couple weeks, and then he’d surreptitiously make a loop over the course of an hour. Now, after like a month of acclimating him, Ax’s tail was wrapped around Marco’s leg like a boa constrictor, and maybe Ax didn’t even notice.

He definitely noticed. Marco had just pulled off an incredible feat of exposure therapy. Ax just wasn’t allergic to how annoying Marco was anymore. Too bad the allergy was familial, and it was harder to wallow a hawk into submission.

<You’re not even watching,> Tobias complained.

Marco lolled his head to the side and pointed his eyes at the TV. “Why are you making me read TV, Tobias? The point of TV is to not have to read.”

<Subtitles are more authentic,> Tobias said, his voice dripping with condescension.

“But what about Ax? Poor Ax can’t read at all.”

<I can read,> Ax said, his voice a mixture of defensive and arrogant. <And even if I couldn’t, my translator chip has no trouble processing Japanese.> Snobbiness ran in their family too. 

“I’m just saying, I’d be able to pay more attention if I could understand the words and look at the pictures at the same time. You know, how it’s intended to be consumed?”

<It’s intended to be consumed in Japanese.> 

Marco rolled his eyes and sighed. It was the obnoxious kind of sigh, the voiced kind that’s practically a groan. “It’s just robots, dude, it’s not that serious.”

<Neon Genesis Evangelion is art, Marco,> Tobias said, ratcheting the pretension up to eleven. <It’s an exploration of how humanity would develop, given exposure to advanced alien technology in the face of an oncoming alien threat. And the only thing protecting humanity from annihilation is some teenagers with special powers. It’s like, relatable.> 

“Wow,” Marco said sarcastically. “Never seen anything like that before.” That was basically the plot of Robotech mixed with Voltron, but boring.

<I mean, you must have never seen anime before, or you’d know how terrible the English dubs are.>

Marco sat up on his elbows and narrowed his eyes. Ax tightened his tail ever so slightly around Marco’s leg, like he was trying to hold him back. Marco pulled his leg free. “That’s pretty funny, since how could you even have watched so much subbed anime when no one cared enough about you to buy you decent clothes or new shoes or Clearasil? Let alone to go out of their way to buy you anime, subtitled specifically, the way it’s intended, of course.”

Tobias stared at him. Ax stared at him. Hell, Shinji Ikari stared at him.

Marco couldn’t take even a minute of it. “Say something.”

<I just wanted to share something I like with you.> 

Tobias opened his wings, fluttered to the edge of the scoop entrance, and flew away.

Ax was still looking at him with all four eyes. Marco squirmed, but he pressed his lips into a line and didn’t break eye contact.

<That was too far,> Ax said finally, his voice more gentle than Marco deserved. <Why did you react so forcefully?>

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Marco leaned around Ax, grabbed the remote, and changed the audio to English. “Let’s just watch this dumb robot show.”

[crackimagines]

The Virtuous Mission (Persona 5 Short Fic)

Suspecting Akira, Ann, and Ryuji are the Phantom Thieves, Makoto takes it upon herself to find out the truth behind their mysterious activities.

As for Akira, he decides to start messing with the Student Council President.

----

(Morgana) “She does know we see her, right?”

(Akira) “Probably, but let’s see how much fun we can have with this.”

----

When Akira left his classroom, Makoto slowly trailed behind him.

Makoto had been assigned to find out who the Phantom Thieves are, suspecting that Shujin Academy’s students were the culprits.

Having her instinct guide, Makoto knew she was going to find out the truth if she stealthily followed Akira.

(Makoto) “Let’s see what you’re hiding, Kurusu...”

...

Akira wondered what to do with the rest of his day. No one was able to hang out, and the adults he usually did hang out with were far too busy.

(Akira) “Hm.”

Makoto was also going to be following him the entire day, so there was that too.

Once they were out of the school, Akira turned to Morgana.

(Akira) “We don’t have anything planned for today, do we?”

(Morgana) “Not that I’m aware of.”

Akira smiled as he looked up and saw Makoto hiding behind a pole with a book to her face.

(Akira) “Well, what say we have a little fun by ourselves then?”

Morgana turned to Makoto then grinned.

(Morgana) “Where’s our first stop?”

...

Underground Mall, Shibuya

Akira walked around store to store, gazing around and see what caught his eye. 

Everytime he walked out of a store, Makoto would quickly run in, trying to see what he bought and see if it would help her investigation.

(Morgana) “She really doesn’t have anything better to do?”

(Akira) “Guess not.”

As he walked by a pawn shop, he noticed that they were selling a boxed ramen pack, something Ryuji would enjoy.

(Akira) “Oh!”

When he went in to purchase the item, Makoto waited outside and peeked over her book, seeing what Akira was buying.

(Makoto) “What is he buying, the fiend?! It’s...Ramen...”

Akira walked out, pretending not to notice Makoto. She ducked under her book, but it was painfully obvious to anyone looking that she was failing miserably to hide.

(Makoto) “Maybe it’s a secret package of some kind. Hmph, I have to keep watching! This could all be a devious ploy after all!”

(Morgana) “What dastardly crimes will we commit today with the help of a freakin’ ramen box?”

Akira chuckled as he left the station and headed towards Central Street, with Makoto hot in pursuit.

Central Street, Shibuya

After grabbing two drinks from Big Bang Burger, Akira noticed that Makoto was standing right outside the store.

Akira waited to see if she would notice him, but after three minutes it was to no avail.

(Akira) “...ahem”

(Makoto) “OHMYGOD-I-I MEAN...Um, what a coincidence to see you here! Up to no good?”

(Akira) “Want one?”

(Makoto) “H-Huh?”

(Akira) “All that walking must be tiring after all. Carbonated, or non?”

(Makoto) “Non, please.”

After handing her a drink, he walked off to the book store.

Makoto was taking a sip of her drink before she stopped midway, her eyes going wide.

(Makoto) “...Did he know I was following him?”

Before she could get too lost in her thoughts, she went after him, drinking all of her cup in one go and throwing it into the garbage. 

Akira browsed the bookstore seeing if anything caught his eye.

Meanwhile, Makoto tried to see what books he was picking up to see if it looked suspicious. The only books Akira was picking up were obscure things, like popular tourist locations, and how to charm the girls.

(Akira) “Morgana, you sure this will even come in handy? I get the tourist locations since I don’t know the city but...”

(Morgana) “Oh trust me, we need to charm anyone who comes our way! More importantly, I gotta charm lady Ann!”

(Makoto) “Who is he talking to, his cat?...OH!”

Once he was done, he exited the store and looked at Makoto.

(Makoto) “O-Oh, I see you like reading too! Heh...um...-”

(Akira) “I can tell you’re gifted at it.”

Hearing a bit of snark from his voice, she frowned.

(Makoto) “What’s that supposed to mean?”

(Akira) “Well, I can’t read upside down but you can! You’re impressive, Niijima-senpai.”

Her eyes went wide as it looked down at the book and realized the entire time she had been following, it was upside down.

Makoto’s face began to glow red a bit as she fumbled to get it back upright.

(Makoto) “I-I just saw a stain on it, is all!”

(Akira) “Riiiight.”

He went on his way and sure enough she tagged closely behind.

(Akira) “Boy, I can’t wait to go to my PHANTOM THIEF HIDEOUT.”

No one paid what Akira was shouting any mind, but Makoto almost dropped her book.

(Makoto) “I GOT THEM!”

Akira went inside the nearby diner and Makoto almost tripped over herself trying to get to the door.

Once she was inside, Akira was seated at a booth and waited.

(Makoto) “I knew it! I caught him red-...Wait a second.”

Akira was waving at her, as if motioning her to sit down with him.

(Makoto) “He’s making a mockery of me, isn’t he?!”

She stomped right over to Akira’s booth and pointed a finger at him.

(Makoto) “Do you think this is funny, Kurusu?!”

(Akira) “I have no idea what you’re talking about, but I’d like to ask YOU something. Do you normally stalk people, or am I just special?”

(Makoto) “I...!”

She honestly couldn’t think of a good excuse for that.

(Akira) “If you wanted a date with me, you could’ve just said so!”

(Makoto) “S-SHUT UP!”

(Akira) “Take a seat, won’t ya? Everyone’s staring.”

She noticed that several of the customers had been looking at her the entire time. With her face growing red again, she sat down, ready to blow up on Akira.

(Makoto) “If that was a joke, then why am I here?!”

(Akira) “I figured you’d be tired of just following me the entire day, so I thought a meal might help clear the air.”

(Makoto) “What, no second motive here?”

(Akira) “Nope. Besides, you looked lonely at school. It’d help if you enjoyed yourself every now and then too, ya know.”

(Makoto) “I don’t need your pity!”

GROWL

Akira raised an eyebrow, hearing Makoto’s stomach.

(Makoto) “...U-Uh...”

(Akira) “Come on, it’s on me today.”

(Waitress) “Hello, how can I help you two?”

After giving their orders, Makoto awkwardly fiddled with her book, trying not to seem flustered.

(Akira) “Ya know I gotta admit, today has been pretty entertaining. People were giving you all kinds of funny looks!”

(Makoto) “Ugh, are you this intolerable to Takamaki and Sakomoto?”

(Morgana) “Hah, if only she knew today was the tip of the iceberg!”

(Akira) “Something like that.”

When their meal finally arrived, they dined together in awkward silence.

Well, awkward for Makoto.

Once they finished, they left the diner together.

(Akira) “So, I’m on my way home. Did you wanna stalk me there too since you’ve got the streak going?”

(Makoto) “I-I AM NOT STALKING YOU!”

(Akira) “That’s a shame, you’re gonna miss my super duper secret hideout for the Phantom Thieves. You can meet the ringleader there too if you want!”

(Makoto) “Oh, haha!”

(Akira) “For real though, I’ve been told I make a mean cup of coffee!”

(Morgana) “Psh, you wish! Sojiro says that you’re decent at best!”

Akira subtly crushed his bag a little as Makoto pondered on it.

(Makoto) “You...won’t be making fun of me the entire time, will you?”

(Akira) “Only if you don’t probe me the entire time.”

Makoto figured it’d be a good idea to see where the main suspect lives, risky but...

At the same time, Akira didn’t seem to be that bad of a person as the rumors made him out to be.

(Makoto) “I...I will pass today, but thank you for the offer. Perhaps another time.”

(Akira) “Well then, get home safely, Niijma-senpai.”

As began to walk off, Makoto cleared her throat.

(Makoto) “U-Um, thank you for the meal!”

Akira waved his hand in acknowledgement, but didn’t turn to face her.

Makoto went back to her house and struggled to process what had happened today.

She was supposed to be keeping Akira under watch, but if anything she was the one who was kept in check.

Sighing, Makoto got embarrassed everytime she thought about how stupid she must have looked.

Sae walked through the door and saw Makoto on the couch, almost as red as her eyes.

(Sae) “...Makoto?”

(Makoto) “I-I’M FINE SIS! IT’S FINE!”

(Sae) “...Okay?”

[sick-chick-writes]

Forced

Yo guys. This took me forever and a year just to figure out a title. xD Like yo, I stared at my PC for like a good 10 minutes trying to figure this out. Haha.

BUT, ANYWAY. This fic is a ride and a half. There’s a lot of k!nk’s in this. We got your, B D S M, Spanking, Degradation, A slight breed k!ink towards the end, Non-con, Drug use AND MOAR. So please read this at your own risk. With that being said~

ENJOY! This is a long one. <3 

"What would you do if I put all five fingers on this pretty face of yours? Hm..?"

Tomura sneered at you. You were frozen in place in a back alley. Your breath quickening at the threat he gave to you. You could feel your heart pound in your chest. Fear. Pure and utter fear coursed through your veins like heroin. Your eyes widened ever so slightly. Your lips parted as if to say your rebuttal, but nothing came out of it.

Tomura smirked. 

"Heeehh... You want to say something, hero scum?"

His voice deepened as he leaned in closer. Four fingers sat upon your forehead. Your hands trembling as they pressed against the wall behind you. You could feel the grummy wall through the thin material of your hero suit. Your dry lips parted once more as a tiny voice escaped past your trembling lips,

"Let me... Let me go."

Tomura upon hearing your pathetic plea made him bellow in laughter. His free hand clutched his thin stomach. He was a lanky guy.

"Hah..? Let you go? That's probably the best thing I've heard all week." He cackled out. But after a small sigh after his fit of chuckles, he leaned in close. You could feel his breath against your skin. His lips brushing against your ear as he whispered in a husky and slightly airy voice.

"Say... Hero. Why don't we have a little...-"

He paused as he moved over to your other ear. He put emphasis on the last word, drawing it out.

"Fun."

Your eyes widened like saucers. No... You didn't want too. You didn't want to go with this despicable man. You had a sinking suspicion what what exactly what he meant by... well. Fun. This time, you struggled. Your flight or fight response kicking in with the adrenaline that you felt.

"No!"

You screamed out as you flailed your arms to get his hand off of your face. One hand reached to push him away. You wanted to escape. You needed to escape. To run away. You didn't want this. Not even if you two were the last people on Earth. Not even if it was a life or death situation. Tomura gave an almost cocky smirk at your feeble attempts of running away.

"Oh ho? You think you get a choice in this? Huh, Hero!" He questioned, his voice having a mocking tone. He laughed at you. This was pathetic to him. He grabbed one of your fighting hands and pinned it against the cold and rough brick wall above your head. Only his pinky stood out so that he wouldn't disintegrate you. Well... Not until he had his fun that is. But, this depended on his mood.

His other hand shifted it's grip to your forehead to instead grab at your wrist. He pinned that hand against the grummy brick wall as well. Then, he shifted his grip to where one hand held both of your struggling hands. His actions were quick and calculated. Almost as if he predicted that this would happen. Then again, you probably weren't the only Hero he's had his so called fun with.

You lifted your knee upwards to kick him where it surely would count. You were desperate to get away. But, Tomura blocked your knee with his leg, forcing it back down. Then he shifted said, leg between your own. His knee pressing roughly against your clothed pussy to keep you in place. The feeling was uncomfortable and definitely not wanted. Still, you were squirming under his rough touch.

Tomura hummed. Perhaps more so towards himself than anything.

"Hm... Say, Hero? Why don't you go to sleep for a little while, Mh? This will probably be much easier, wouldn't you say?"

He offered a fake, overly kind smile. Though his words held a malicious intent.

"No! I don't want too! Let me go!"

You wailed out. Tears welling up into your eyes as the fell down the smooth skin of your cheeks. You looked pathetic in Tomura's eyes. But then suddenly and quicker than you could react, Tomura moved one of his hands to grip your hair. He slammed your head into the brick wall behind you.

Pain. Pain was the first sensation you felt until your eyes started to cloud. You felt strange. Very strange at that. You started to have tunnel vision. Before you knew it, you were unconscious. Tomura watched your body crumple down to the grimy alley road under him. He stood over you for a few seconds before grabbing your body and throwing it over his shoulder. From there he took you to the League's hide out. Specifically into the basement where nobody could hear your screams or find you.

Hours later you finally started to part your eye lids only to meet darkness. You felt a throbbing pain on the back of your head.

'What happened? Where am I?'

You thought to yourself. You went to reach to rub the throbbing ache behind your head, but.. for some reason you couldn't. Then your memories came falling through your brain like a waterfall. Everything came flooding back. You screamed bloody murder. You thrashed about on the cold hard table you were strapped too. The metal cuffs digging painfully onto your skin. You were clad in just your bra and panties.

Cold. It was so cold. You screamed for help. You screamed for mercy. You screamed in frustration. So many emotions welled up inside. How long has it been? Four days... Maybe a week or two? You lost track of time sense you had a blindfold on.

You were still strapped to the table. Your voice hoarse from screaming. The small flame of hope you had a day or so prior slowly faded away. During your stay you were fed some sort of food that you've never had before. The first few days you rejected any kind of food or water. A hunger strike of sorts. But as the days went by, your hunger and thirst grew. You were rapidly losing weight and dangerously at that.

So finally after what felt like 5 days, you caved in. It was a strike to your pride. Or, rather, what little was left of it. For each time that it was for you to eat, they would remove the blindfold. The various people who came in to feed you, refused to tell you what day it was. They said, quote,

"It's Tomura's orders."

Usually two people came by to feed you. One was a girl dressed in a high school uniform it seemed. She had blonde messy buns on ether side of her head. She threatened to stab you with a syringe on multiple occasions. She always had a slightly crazed look about her face.

The other was a man. Probably in his early to mid twenties. He looked gruesome. Reddish and almost purple-y scaly patches of skin littered his body in large chunks. This was accompanied by multiple piercings and staples as if it was keeping the two types of skin sealed together. Or perhaps it was some sort of body modification. You never cared to ask. He always teased you and belittled you.

It was frightening. They both were, but for different reasons. You hated this. However, this went on for several weeks. It became routine. Two times a day you would get fed. Although you were never let out of the chains and cuffs. About 3 times a day you were allowed to use the bathroom. Although during those moments you weren't allowed to take off the blindfold. So, it's location was a mystery to you.

Finally after a month and a half later, you got to meet your captor. You couldn't forget his voice even if you tried. It brought a bubbling sensation of fear through your chest. You heard footsteps. You figured that perhaps, it was time for you to eat again. But... these footsteps were different than the other two whom never gave you their names. You heard the door slam shut behind the mystery person as they descended the stairs towards your 'room'.

You didn't dare ask who it was. You heard a grumpy sigh and something being sat down on the small end table next to the large metal table you were laid upon. The mysterious man smirked as he spoke,

"You seemed to have mellowed out, huh former hero?"

It was then that you knew. It was your captor, Tomura. Your breath hitched into your throat. Your body tightening in response to his gruff voice. Fear welled up through your chest as your heart beat quickened. You clenched your teeth and refused to speak to this man.

"Hm..? Not going to talk?"

He said in a rather teasing tone. Tomura leaned over the table that you were strapped down too. You could feel his hair tickling your cheek. He whispered in a deep and commanding voice.

"Say... If you don't respond, it just might make me angry and we don't want that do we, little hero? So if I were you, I'd respond to your master."

His voice sent chills down your spine. Goosebumps rose along the planes of your body. Yet, you still had resolve in you. Thus, you still didn't respond. Tomura gave you a good minute to talk back to him. He stood back up and the tickling of his hair left your skin. He sighed.

"Don't say that I didn't give you a chance. Now, let's see what kinds of voices I can force out from those pretty little lips of yours, Mh?"

You could hear the smirk in his voice. He had a teasing tone to his deep voice. The last sentence he spoke, his voice dropped down an octave. It was threatening. It terrified you to your very core. You could hear tomura fumbling around with something. Then you heard nails clicking against some sort of plastic.

'What..?'

You thought to yourself. Everything about this was a complete mystery. That was until you felt a tight and thick rubber band wrap around your arm painfully. A tourniquet.

"No! What are you doing?! Get off!"

You shrieked out. Your voice became a higher pitch than what you anticipated. Tomura only laughed. He laughed that same mocking laugh he so had.

"Now hold still, otherwise this will hurt much more than what is necessary. I don't wish to miss your vein, otherwise we will have to do it again."

He bellowed out in laughter once more before shoving the needle through your skin. You thrashed to get away, but Tomura held your arm in place with unspeakable strength. You could feel tears well up in your eyes, wetting the cloth that covered your sight. Tears continuously streamed past your eyes as the mysterious liquid entered your body with a burn.

You could have swore he made it extremely painful on purpose. After about thirty seconds, which more felt like thirty minutes, Tomura slid the needle out from your arm. He also took off the tourniquet.

"Now."

He huffed out before continuing,

"Be a good girl and wait."

He finished before walking up the stairs back to the main floor, leaving you in your solidarity. Ten minutes pass. Or was it twenty. You were sure. But, as time went by, you felt your body grow hot. Overly hot. You started to become more sensitive. So much so that it was almost painful. You didn't know what was happening. Just, what was that mysterious liquid that was injected into you? Your breath started to become needy pants. It was only after about fourty minutes that you heard a door slam close and somebody striding down the stairs that lead to your location. Tomura paused as he silently gazed at your heated form.

"Oh ho? It seems like the serum worked better than I anticipated."

He chuckled.

"Just look at you. Your thighs are squeezing together. What would the hero society think if they saw you in such a pathetic state? Hm?"

He teased as he walked closer to you.

"Oh..."

You let out a soft sound in reply. Your mind hazy. You didn't even know that your thighs were squeezing together. Perhaps, it was an unconscious decision on your part. Tomura was right next to the table where you lied. He sat the hand that usually covered his face down onto the small end table next to you. Then, he brushed a single finger up from your stomach to the valley between your breasts.

You let out a soft hum in pleasure. You were so sensitive. You craved his touch. No... You needed his touch. Tomura silently trailed his index finger from the valley between your breasts to brush against your lips. His eyes were gazing intensely at you. Your lips parted ever so slightly. It was then that he dipped his finger into your hot mouth.

A small smirk grew on his chapped and thin lips. He then dipped another finger past your plush lips.

"Look how needy you became."

He smirked down at you. He loved this position where he could look down at you. You were vulnerable towards anything he would so desire to give to you. You couldn't respond due to the fingers that were in your mouth. However, you closed your lips around those thin fingers of his. Your eyes closed behind the blindfold. You rolled your tongue around his fingers, suckling on them. Tomura let out a deep chuckle.

"Heh.. I didn't even need to command you and you knew what you needed to do? Have you done this before? I bet you have."

He paused as he leaned in close to whisper huskily into your ear.

"I bet you fucked every damn pro hero. Didn't you?"

He leaned up and laughed as he belittled you. His free hand wrapped around your thin neck. With a single pinky up, his hand gripped tighter.

"If I let down my one finger, you would be disintegrated."

He laughed.

"How does that sound, Hero?!"

His laugh held malicious intent. His grip tightened blocking your airways. After a few minutes of struggling to breathe you could feel your consciousness fading. It was only then that he lifted his hand, laughing. He proved his point that your measly life was in his hands. You were a hot mess at this point in time. Your lips parted as you gasped for breath. However, after a few seconds of being able to breathe again, Tomura closed his hand on your throat. He repeated the process a few times.

He enjoyed the fact that he held so much control over you. He wanted to monopolize you. To claim you as his own. After a few moments of these actions, he pulled his wet fingers from your mouth. A string of saliva connected you two. Your face was flushed in a deep crimson. Your eyes were clouded with lust for the villain.

Tomura gave a deep chuckle at the expression you so held and then used all five fingers onto your bra, disintegrating it. You could feel ash against your flushed skin. However, what came next was a surprise. Tomura released the chains that held you down onto the table. Then he smirked.

"On your knee's, hero bitch."

He commanded in deep voice. He didn't need to tell you twice. You scrambled off of the cold metal table and went onto your knees. The concrete flooring below digging ever so slightly against your skin. Shigaraki looked down at you with an ever growing smirk to his lips. He reached down towards your face. With a single finger he tipped your chin backwards.

"I think you know what to do, Hm? Or do you need your master to command you? But, if you need a command, it just might tick me off. We don't want that, now do we?"

He had spoken in a tantalizing voice, letting go of your chin. Once again, you didn't need to be told twice. Your hands were clumsy and rather stiff. But, after a few seconds you undid the belt from his black jeans. You undid the zipper and pulled out his hard cock. Just looking at it made you be all hot and bothered. You shifted yourself a bit closer. You parted your plush, red lips and slowly slipped his erection into your hot, wet mouth.

But then, Tomura wasn't having it. He gripped a fistfull of your hair and slammed your had down his hard cock. He grunted in pleasure. The mere feeling of your hot mouth onto his dick sent tingles of pleasure up his spine. You gripped tightly onto his thighs. You could hardly breathe with his cock down your throat. Yet, Tomura held you there.

Seeing you struggle like that turned him on line no damn tomorrow. After a good minute of holding you in place, he pulled your head back. It was only then that you gasped for air, only for it to be taken away once more. Tomura forcefully pushed you back down on his cock. He repeated the process. He used you like a toy, only to be thrown away later.

He continued like this, pushing and shoving your head up and down the length of his erection. You were completely at his mercy. You gave up struggling for air each time he shoved you down for a period of time. It was like you welcomed it. You could hear Tomura's grunts and groans increase in frequency and slightly in volume. Especially after the fact that you started sucking on him.

You had this undying urge to please him. Perhaps he would reward you later on. The thought lingered through your hazy mind for a few moments. Shigaraki's groans heightened. His breath quickening. He was close to cumming. With both hands he gripped your head still and he vigorously thrust his hips. His balls slapping your chin.

"Fuck..!"

He yelled out. He facefucked you for a few moments longer before suddenly he stilled. His dick was shoved all the way down your throat. You felt his hot semen slide down your esophagus. Your eyes were teary from the rough treatment he gave. Tomura became breathless. His eyes were closed with his head tilted back. After a good few moments of him being in pure bliss, he pulled out his softening cock from your hot mouth.

A strand of saliva and semen connected the two of you.

"You best bet your ass that you swallowed it."

You nodded. in response.

"Fucking prove it, hero slut."

He had commanded before roughly holding between your cheek bones and jaw, forcing your mouth open. He reached inside of your mouth and pulled your tongue out. Seeing that you did indeed swallow all of his cum, made the man pleased. Once his inspection was over he threw your head towards the hard ground below. The sheer force of it knocked you down from your knees onto the harsh concrete flooring below.

In the process it made you scrape your hands. Not that the villain standing above you cared. Hell the sight of you groveling on the ground, scrambling to get up, fueled his sadism. Tomura leaned down above you and gripped your hair, forcing you to stand. The pain of it made you give a soft yelp. But the tingling sensation of pain went straight to your pussy. Granted, any kind of touch made you wet by this point.

Without saying a word, Tomura dragged you back to the metal table where you were laid on before. He shoved you down. The force caused the back of your head to bang against the hard metal. Due to his quirk he didn't wish to touch your aching pussy. But, then again, there were other means of prepping you.

"Touch yourself."

He commanded. However, due to the fact that you had literally just banged your head against the cold metal table, you weren't sure if you heard him correctly.

"Eh..?"

You questioned. But this made Shigaraki click his tongue.

"Don't make me fucking repeat it."

He sneered down at you. Assuming that you heard correctly, You slowly edged your panties down the length of your legs. It was evident as of how wet you became. Hell one could say that you were desperate to be touched. The mere sight of your dripping pussy made Tomura smirk.

"Heh... Look at you. Dripping fucking wet. Say, what would the Hero association think of this? Dripping wet for a fucking villain. Pathetic."

He chuckled darkly at the end of his words. But the degration that he gave to you only fueled the heat in your loins. Slowly you trailed your hands down your lower abdomen. After a few seconds you reached your aching pussy. Your legs spread open in the process of doing so. You let out a soft sigh of goddamn relief once you started to rub the little pearl that sat atop your hole.

Your fingers would occasionally dip down to gather your juices to lube the little bundle of nerves. After a few moments of this, even you grew inpatient. Tomura's eyes were glued to your aching pussy. You slipped a single digit into your aching hole. Soon thereafter you started to thrust your finger in and out. The feeling sent tingles of pleasure up your spine. Your head fell backwards as you let out a soft moan.

This continued for a few moments until you added in a second finger to join the first. You paused to get used to the slight stretch. The view that Tomura had was absolutely tantalizing. He thoroughly enjoyed this. So much so that his soft cock was growing once more. However, he started to have enough of simply watching.

As the villan strode closer, you started thrusting your fingers. The sensation of it all was becoming too much due to the sensitivity that you held at this current moment. But suddenly you felt a hand grip your wrist, stilling your movements. You gave a soft whine in protest. That of which made him click his tongue.

"Tch... So eager aren't we?"

He sneered down. But, he suddenly started to thrust your hand in and out. The sudden change of pace made you yelp in pleasure. You curled your fingers upwards to scrape against your inner walls. The feeling of this man controlling every little bit of you, was indeed such a turn on. You thighs trembled as Tomura increased the pace he gave.

This was probably faster than what you would normally be able to do. And my god did it feel absolutely amazing. You were a hot mess to say the least. You lips parted as you panted and moaned. The sounds that your pussy made as you were finger fucked was obscene. Your juices dripped down your wrist, sliding down onto Tomura's hand.

You screeched as your orgasm was rapidly approaching. Tomura gave a cocky smirk down at your writhing form. Your other hand clawed at the edge of the metal table. Then like a tidal wave your orgasm hit you. Your lips parted in a silent scream. Your hips ground against your still thrusting hand. You rode out your orgasm and soon enough you grew extremely sensitive.

However, Tomura didn't stop. He continued to thrust your hand vigorously against your sensitive pussy. It was painful. It was too much.

"No! Stop! Stop please! It's too much! I can't go on!"

You wailed out. However, Tomura laughed menacingly.

"I'll stop when I fucking feel like stopping."

He said. His words were ice cold. This was pure torture. However, as you were being severely overstimulated, You could feel a second orgasm rise again. You had tears streaming down your crimson cheeks. Your hips jerked away. But, Shigaraki pinned your hips down with his forearm. He continued to thrust your hand in and out as he bellowed out in laughter.

This torture continued for a good hour and a half. It was only until after your 4th orgasm that he finally stopped. You were weak and breathless. Your limbs felt like that they weighed four tons. A whimper escaped your lips as he finally pulled your hand out of your clenching pussy. You were a mess. Your hand was soaked, granted so was his.

Shigaraki pulled his hand to his face and sniffed his wet fingers before putting them into his mouth. He obsenely licked your juices off of his hand. For once he gave you a short break. Besides, he couldn't let you break. Not just yet anyway. Your thighs trembled as you came down from your fourth orgasm of the night. The villain hovered over you and he gripped your sides. Instantly he flipped you onto your belly and dragged you down to where your legs dangled on the edge of the table. 

He then chained up both of your hands using the same chains that held your legs previously. With one hand he gripped his hard cock and rubbed it against your sopping wet pussy.

"Fuck.. Look at you. You're so eager for a villain's cock."

He scoffed at you. Yet, you were too weak to even reply. Tomura slapped your ass harshly. Enough so that it left his hand tingle. You gave a soft whimper at the pain he gave you. But, then suddenly he slammed his raw cock inside. With one hand he held your waist, while the other gripped your hair. He pulled roughly, making your head lean painfully backwards.

The feeling of something much larger occupying your pussy made you moan with pleasure. Using your waist as an anchor, Shigaraki nearly pulled all the way out before slamming himself back in. His four fingers dug into your flesh. The mere force of him slamming himself back in made your body jump forward ever so slightly. It made you give a soft yelp. Your hands gripped the chains that held you.

You heard a soft grunt as Tomura began to fuck you mercilessly against your aching form. You were left at his mercy as he used you like a little fuck toy. As he thrust into you, you could hear the obscene sounds that your pussy was making. As well as his balls slapping against your wet thighs. The sounds the two of you were creating echoed from within the basement walls.

You trembled as you were fucked. Tomura let go of your hair, making your head slam down against the metal table. He then slapped your ass harshly while asking,

"Whose fucking cock is making you this wet?!"

With trembling lips you said,

"Ngh... Y... Yours..!"

He replied to your feeble sounds with a few more harsh slaps, making your ass turn red. You yelped at the sudden influx of pain.

"You can do better than that, slut!"

He yelled out his command.With your voice a bit louder you replied with,

"Ah...! Your large vil-... Ngh! Villain cock!"

You screeched out in the midst of your moans.

"That's fucking better."

He praised you before slamming his hips in an even faster tempo. It was then when he shifted his hips in a particular angle that it sent a sudden and intense amount of pleasure. It made you scream out. The sudden tightening of your pussy made him let out a low moan. He hit that same special spot with every thrust. Needless to say he enjoyed the feeling of your pussy tightening up like that.

It wasn't even a few minutes later you could feel your orgasm build and rapidly at that. Fuck you were getting close. Oh so close. To be honest, Tomura wasn't in great shape either. With your pussy tight around the length of his cock, gripping it in all the right ways, almost made him weak in his knees. Tomura leaned down to bite your shoulder before growling in your ear.

"I'm going to fill this pretty pussy of yours with my cum. Say, what do you think? Having a Villain's child?"

He pulled back up as he slammed his hips repeatedly against your aching pussy. Not even a minute later you reached your orgasm. Your entire body trembled as you screamed out. Your pussy instantly tightened and loosened and then tightened once more. Pathetic tears streamed past your eyes, landing onto the cold table below. It was like you suddenly blanked out.

You rode out your orgasm with his vigorous thrusts. Your body grew limp. You were sobbing at this point. The sensitivity was too much. After a few minutes Tomura reached his orgasm. His hips jutted forward as he buried his cock deep inside of you. Hot, sticky semen painted your pink walls white.

"Shit!"

He groaned out as his orgasm wracked through his lithe form. His head tilted backwards and his eyes closed. Beads of sweat rolled down his cheeks to his neck. He licked his lips. In his hazy bliss, he pulled out of your sensitive cunt. The mere feeling made you whimper. Tomura ran his fingers through his sweaty hair, shifting it out of his eyes. You were a complete mess. Cum slowly dripped out of your pussy, onto your thighs. The small beads of cum plopped and dripped to the concrete below.

Shigaraki didn't even bother touching you again. Besides you were merely a toy after all. He shifted his soft cock back into his boxers and he zipped up his pants. He smirked as he answered his own question previously,

"Not that you have a choice in the matter."  

With that he left you like that. He strode back up the stairs and he slammed the door closed behind him. He left you like that. Semen dripping out of your cunt. Your sweaty body weak and your eyes were red from crying so much. However, not even a few minutes later after Tomura left, you fell asleep, just like that.

[dayasbun]

Are you going to write a fic based off her fine ass in that suit? Because I think a story where you meet her at that event and she has the strap READY for you but when it comes to pleasuring her she’s actually baby— would be Fire! Ooo chile that suit is suit has me in a full blown gay panic and I’ll never get over it!!

I 100% feel you, she literally wore that suit a few days ago and I’m STILL drooling over it every moment of every day- anyway, really love this concept! I hope I wrote it how you wanted!!

{this is quite long by the way}

I interpreted a bit differently than, what you said…I saw it as the sexual tension is so much that you guys kind of had to let it out, while ending with a soft relationship beginning to form from the sexual encounter. So that’s what I tried to write..ah I hope you still like it!!!

{also to everyone reading this, there’s another Zendaya fic in the suit coming up as well, if you thought I was only doing one then…you clearly don’t know me very well}

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“Do you remember when we met?” Z asked you quietly, her head in your lap as you fed her chocolate cranberries.

“How could I forget! And remember what happened after we met?” You teased, wiggling your eyebrows.

“I do!… I think about it a lot actually…”

3 Y E A R S EARLIER…

You’d always had a woman-crush on Zendaya, but to be quite honest everyone did. So the news of her being at an event that you were invited to excited you more than anything. You’d finally have a possible opportunity to meet her, and that made your heart flutter to unbelievable heights. You could already picture her in the most gorgeous dress you had ever seen, a smile planted on her full lips and her eyes sparkling.

These were the times you loved your fame, the times you were able to in a way ‘use it’ to see/meet amazing people like her. As you waited for your makeup to be completed, you thought over all of the possibilities of what could happen tonight. Of course, there was always the chance that you two wouldn’t even cross paths, but you didn’t think fate would do you dirty like that.

Time passed by and soon enough you had arrived at the event. You took a few photos on the red carpet, did some interviews, and greeted some fans. You hadn’t spotted her yet- rumors said she wasn’t there yet, and they were probably right. When Zendaya of all people shows up, everyone knows.

In the middle of an interview where you just happened to be stating some of your celebrity crushes, you heard sudden screams from the right side of you. Chants from fans began to rise of someone’s name.

“Zendaya- Zendaya! Oh my god, I love you- Z! Z!”

Your head quickly turned in that direction, your eyes scanning over the crowd and the red carpet for the woman whose name you were hearing.

Now look, usually when it came to attractive people, even people as gorgeous as Daya, you stayed quite level headed. You didn’t tend to feel over the top about them or feel the constant need to lunge yourself towards them.

But holy fuck- this was different.

Zendaya walked in with a smirk planted on her lips, in a fucking suit.

I repeat, a fucking suit.

It was most definitely not the ‘dress’ you were expecting, but you had zero complaints whatsoever. The way she walked onto the carpet made everyone scream, shit you were ready to scream yourself. You couldn’t seem to take your eyes away from her, the way she carried herself, the way she walked. You’d never seen a woman pull off a suit like that, and at this point, you were quite convinced Zendaya could wear literally anything.

Quickly finishing up the interview, you were told to take more photos, conveniently placed next to Z. As you made your way back to the center of the carpet, you could feel the energy from her making its way over to you. To say that it was ‘horny energy’ would sound stupid- like really stupid. But honestly, that was the only way you could describe it.

You avoided looking over at her because if you two made eye contact, you had no idea what the fuck you would do- freeze up? Maybe. Pass out? Definitely a possibility.

As you smiled for the cameras, jokingly blowing kisses and doing little poses, you could feel her watching you. Finally, you got up enough courage to look over at her, and your eyes immediately met.

She looked you up and down, and you just knew the cameras got a picture of that. To your surprise, she walked over to you and grinned. “You wanna take some pictures together?” she questioned innocently. There was no way in hell you were going to say no, so you nodded.

“What’s your name?” She muttered as the pictures were being taken.

“Y/N. What’s yours?” you teased.

She chuckled a bit. “Nice to meet you Y/N. You look good tonight.”

“You look good too. Digging the suit for sure. It makes you look dominant in a way.”

“Oh, you have no idea.”

Your heart skipped a few beats as you felt her hand lower from your back to your lower region. Clearing your throat you focused on the cameras and tried to ignore the motion of Zendaya’s hand.

A few moments later her management yanked her away, but not before a quick whisper from her in your ear which simply stated, “I want you to meet me outside in exactly 20 minutes.”

+

19 minutes had passed, there was just 1 minute left to wait now.

Excusing yourself to the bathroom, you began to make your way to the side doors. Walking out into the fairly chilly weather; after all, it was somewhere around 11- you shivered a bit as you waited. Sure enough, just a few seconds later the door creaked, and there she was.

“You actually came. I’m surprised,” she said walking over to you and standing nearby “I expected you to pussy out.”

“Something you should know about me is that I’m no pussy.”

“That’s unfortunate to hear, Y/N.”

“And why is that?”

“You know what they say, you are what you eat.”

You practically choked at that statement, your eyes widening as you looked at the ground.

“So let’s get out of here.”

“I can’t jus-”

She was already walking away, so you groaned and in-a-way-reluctantly-but-not-really-reluctant-at-all, you followed her.

You two sat in her limo in silence, you on one side and her on the other.

“So how was your night?” Zendaya asked softly, looking over at you which caused you to smile a bit. She pulled out a hair tie and put her hair into a high ponytail, a foreshadowing to the events that would occur in just a few minutes,

“Very rushed. All do this, do that. I’m actually glad I’m out of there.” You chuckled. “I never really like those types of events, but I had a reason to come to this one.”

“Hm, a reason? Which was?”

“You would be here.”

She bit her lip grinning, which was a habit of something she did when she flattered or feeling shy. “Stop it!!”

“That honestly was the only reason! And look at us now, I have no regrets.”

“Come here.”

You did as she said {you always seemed to immediately do whatever she wanted you to} and sat by her. “We’re going to my place…” She stated as she placed a hand on your thigh “But my place is quite the hike away from where the party was held, it’ll take at least an hour.”

“Y-yeah?”

“Mhm. And I don’t know if I can wait that long for you- I don’t know if I can wait that long to taste you.” Her hand began to slowly move up, causing your breath to hitch.

“Then taste me now…” you muttered, looking into her eyes.

“That’s all I wanted to hear.”

Z crashed her lips against yours, her hand now resting against your crotch. You moaned due to the little contact and the fact you wanted and craved so much more from her. She began to rub at the fabric of your panties, giving your area a bit of friction. “Fuck Daya…I need more of you- please.” You begged, crawling into her lap and wrapping your arms around her neck. You pulled off her suit coat quickly and yanked at her tie, kissing her messily and begging for more with your tongue.

She smirked as she listened to you moan for her with such desperation. She took no time pulling your panties down and laying you down on the seat of the limo. Thankfully do to the caliber of the limo she had chosen, it was spacious with plenty of room. Though the windows were tinted, you didn’t think it was soundproof- so the driver was most likely getting quite the earful- but with how you were feeling right now, you didn’t give one fuck.

Zendaya softly pulled off your dress leaving you in only your bra, She spread your legs and admired your dripping wetness which was all for her, and only for her.

“Like what you see?” You giggled biting your lip. She nodded as she licked her lips. And before you knew it, she was eating you the fuck out and it felt like heaven. Grabbing onto her hair you groaned and moaned, pushing her head in more so she could eat as much as she pleased. You squirmed with pleasure, soon tightening your legs around her head to keep her secure and in place.

You felt as though you were going to explode, and you loved it. Your body shook furiously as you reached your first orgasm, screams and high pitched moans escaping from your throat. You let out a breath thinking Z would stop there, but you were most definitely wrong. The woman didn’t let up at all and continued to eat you out until you were on the brink of orgasm number 5.

Sitting up with a wet face, she smiled at you with a mischevious look in her eye.

You unsuccessfully tried to sit up, completely tired and drained from the events that had just occurred. “Th-that was a lot-”

“Oh did you think I was done? Baby, that was just a warm-up.” She replied as she unbuttoned her shirt. As she slowly began to take off every piece of the outfit she had worn, you looked at her closely and took in the long drink of water which was her stunning body. You began to actually comprehend how blessed you were to even be in this situation- what was this a fanfiction or something? Her skin looked almost edible, it was so smooth and perfectly pigmented. She stopped once she was in absolutely nothing, leaving her completely unclothed and vulnerable in front of you.

You watched her with wide eyes as she suddenly reached under the seat and felt around. You wondered what she was looking for, what would she keep in the limo under a seat?

Soon enough he stopped searching and pulled out a shoebox. You watched curiously as she pulled out a velvet bag which clearly held something inside of it. Reaching inside of the bag, she took hold of something and pulled it out- ah, of course it was a strap. You weren’t too surprised, she seemed like the type that would keep a strap in her car for ‘just in case situations’.

As though she could read your mind, she looked at you with a flushed face “It’s just for…for like just in case. You never know what’s gonna happen!”

You grinned and rolled your eyes playfully. She sat the strap on the side of you and got over you.”Before that, I want to do something else first, sit up.”

You did, still dripping, now with a mix of excitement running through as well. Fuck, you couldn’t wait to find out exactly what Z was going to do with you. You felt so submissive like she completely owned you right now, and you loved it. Your complete focus was on her, she unknowingly controlled you with every move she made.

She adjusted you two in a quite confusing position, and for a moment you weren’t sure what she was doing exactly- that was until she started grinding her hips slowly, and that’s when you realized that you two were about to trib.

You had never done it before, but you had always wanted to- and what better first time than this, right?

You let out heavy breaths as you began to move along with her. It was such a euphoric feeling, the feeling of you two having parts so intimate against each other- the pleasure being so surreal and orgasmic. This was your favorite type of sexual pleasure, you decided at that moment that this was the best thing you had ever felt in your entire life.

As you two moved, you both got wetter and even closer to letting out. The thought of Daya letting out all over your pussy made you shudder in the best possible way. You moved against her more intensely as you felt her wetness began to morphe into yours, fuck it was just so unexplainably hot. A few moments later both of your moans began to turn into screams as you let out simultaneously. The feeling of Z’s release all over you caused you to just let out more, and she did the same.

You almost felt intoxicated from the amount of pleasure you were feeling at once, your eyes rolled back into your head and your body feeling limp. And god, it wasn’t even over yet. Zendaya sat up breathlessly, grabbing the strap and fumbling to weakly put it on. She smeared her own wetness on the sexual tool as lubrication, and was then ready to go. You assumed that with how tired you both were, that the movement of the strap would be a bit on the slower side.

Wrong!

She gave you a look to make sure it was okay to move and that you were ready, and you immediately nodded with zero hesitation.

She began sliding into you with the thick strap and you let out a loud squeal. Keeping eye contact with her you bit your lip hard, your eyes beginning to tear up- but in the best possible way. “You okay?” she asked in the softest voice she’d used all night. You nodded as you dug your nails into her back and closed your eyes, letting the pleasure completely take over you. You orgasmed yet again- what was this, the 8th time for fucks sake?

You calmed down as she pulled out and took it off. “I didn’t want to overdo it, I could tell you were tired out and honestly so am I.” She said with a soft smile as she took her hair out of its ponytail.

“You know what’s crazy?” you said lazily as you hooked your bra together- which you had never even recalled Z taking off.

“What?”

“I’m bisexual right? And that’s the best sex I’ve ever had in my life- that beats all women I’ve had sex with and all of the men- I mean my body count is kinda low but holy shit…”

The actress smiled with a bit of pride as she put on her suit again, but decided on leaving off the tie. “Yeah, that was some good ass sex. Like that really went on for an hour and a half-”

“What?! How are we not at your house yet?”

“We are, we’ve been parked for a while.”

You gasped and then just laughed, “Time just flies by when you’re having sex with Zendaya Coleman.”

“I could say the same for you Ms.Y/F/N Y/L/N.”

“So we should probably go in.” You stated after you both were clothed. Daya nodded in response and stretched. “Good idea…how do cuddles, hot chocolate, and banana bread sound?”

“That sounds godly, I accept!”

She chuckled getting out of the car and taking your hand. Though you struggled to walk, you still could- despite it looking a little funny. Z thanked the driver before you two rushed into the gorgeous home.

3 Y E A R S LATER…

“Cuddles, hot cocoa, and banana bread were exactly what I got too!” You said dreamily, reminiscing on the night that had completely changed your life for the better.

“Mhm, I had just made the bread and was so proud of it- I remember you called it good and my heart just completely melted!”

You leaned down kissing your girlf- I’m sorry, your fiance’s nose. “God, Z. I just love and adore how everything turned out- how we turned out. Together, all engaged and everything…doesn’t even seem real how perfect everything is.”

“Me too, Almost like a fairytale.”

“Almost.”

“Almost.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too.”

[rogueninja]

Okay so we all know who your top ships are... who are your unpopular ships? Or obscure ships? What characters from what series do you think about often in either good or bad ways? Who is a character that you hate that others love? If you could rewrite a story or part of a book, what would it be and what would you do differently?

Ok I am digging through my brain right now bc if I’m not able to hyperfixate on something then I tend to forget I even liked it. Ok buckle in bc this is gonna be long af. YOU ASKED FOR THIS, REG.

I’m putting a readmore so as not to torture my followers lol

Thinking about Veronica Mars. About Veronica/Logan. Do they have a ship name?? But I love that show and i was THERE for them. They were kind of a surprise ship for me, in that when they got together I was like, wait, WHAT? Like I was totally caught off guard. But there first kiss is, like, sooo romantic to me haha. It’s my fave scene in the show. But Logan is suck a prick sometimes. And they break up like every five minutes. And every season Logan gets accused of murder which of course he ends up not being the murderer. And they get back together eventually and I’m like really? But deep down I am rooting for them lol. I really enjoyed the new season of Veronica Mars that came out last year, actually. The ending made me SO SAD THO.

I also used to watch Supergirl and I thought Kara and Mon-El were adorable. He was very Carswell Thorne-esque, RH, I *think* you would like him. I never watched past season 3(?) though, and he shoots off into space and I never caught up so a few months ago I actually googled what happens and [spoiler] he ends up marrying someone else in the future or something so I was like, ok I’m not investing any more time in this show lol. (Also I had to google Mon-El’s name just now bc i forgot which is a bad look BUT I WAS REALLY RIDE OR DIE FOR THEM FOR A WHILE lol). Also I loved Martian Manhunter in this show, he was my favorite character. But the CGI for him was awful, omg. He had practical makeup at first, they should have just stuck with that.

Speaking of Martian Manhunter, I also used to watch Young Justice and loved Miss Martian/Superboy. Am I basic??? lol oop. But I love basic love stories. Anyway, I thought they were super cute. In season 3 though they’re kind of on the rocks. I haven’t watched season 4. I also loved Artemis/Wally West, but of course that had to end tragically.

Also, let’s talk about Nightcrawler. Allow me to set the scene. Little Kat is 13 and just rediscovered the cartoon she saw a few times as a kid called X-Men: Evolution. And thus, a weird obsession with the German, blue demon boy began. I loved Kurt Wagner. In the cartoon he starts a relationship with Amanda Sefton and I thought they were a-dor-a-ble. She accepted him for who he was, and they had a really nice healthy relationship. A lot of ppl shipped him with Kitty too which i am honestly all for idec I JUST WANT THE BLUE BOI TO BE HAPPY.

Can we talk about A:TLA too??? Like, obviously Zutara, amiright? Power couple. Like, Kataang is.. fine, but its probably my least favorite part about the ending, haha. Also, consider: Tokka. Toph is bae and can get anyone she wants, and she clearly had kind of a crush on Sokka and I think they could have been awesome. It actually kills me that they never say who Lin and Suyin’s father is in LoK. I had a whole theory that it was that kid The Duke from Jet’s band based on like 2 scenes from the series. There’s a tumblr post I made about it somewhere in the ether lol.

I also just remembered Tahnorra (Tahno/Korra) from Legend of Korra. It’s hard for me to explain this one. It’s a weird combination of being hyperfixated on the first season of the show when it came out, and I think I stumbled upon some fic or something???? And I thought Tahno was hot or something??? And FUN FACT, he was voice by Rami Malek BEFORE HE WAS COOL. So like before Rami really got big I knew who he was. He also basically played the Avatar in Twilight: Breaking Dawn Part 2 and I thought that connection was hilarious. It was kind of a problematic crack pairing but there was one author in particular whom i follow to this day hoping she’ll update her Tahnorra fics…. *sigh*

Okay one last ship…. I used to be ride or die for Outlaw Queen in Once Upon a Time (aka Regina/Robin Hood). Like, before TLC, I had a personal tumblr renaissance for that ship alone. My only existing published fanfic is for that ship. Taylor Swift’s 1989 came out that year and I related every dang song to that ship. I loved Regina so much and I just wanted her to be happy. That show is a dumpster fire, though, and spat all over my hopes and dreams. *sigh*

Also, lightning round for obscure pairings I ship and/or never talk about:

Frank Castle/Karen Page (The Punisher) ok this one isnt that obscure but I never talk about it… but the pining, oh god the pining

Jaime Lannister/Brienne of Tarth (GoT) THEIR 5 SECONDS TOGETHER ARE THE ONLY WORTHY PART OF SEASON 8. everything after that never happened

I already listed Roy Mustang/Riza Hawkeye (FMAB) as a top pairing previously but I feel the need to mention it again bc it was for real my OG OTP… LIKE U WANNA TALK ABOUT PINING…. *sobs*

Percy/Annabeth (Percy Jackson and the Olympians) This used to be my fave book series and i loved how their relationship developed over the course of the books

Neville Longbottom/Luna Lovegood (Harry Potter) ok can we TALK ABOUT THIS??? They were both badass misfits and they were perfect for each other. But noooo JKR has to announce they marry some nobodies…. this is the only change the last movie did right

Midna/Link (Zelda: Twilight Princess) I honestly have no explanation for this lol

Qui-gon Jinn and Shmi (Star Wars) CAN U IMAGINE if anakin had a proper father figure and didnt have to abandon his mother to slavery

Obi-wan/Satine…. (Star Wars: The clone Wars) we know whats up

OK, to answer some of your other questions: character I hate that others love. HMMMM…….

This one seems too easy/obvious but Professor Snape? Like obviously there’s already a ton of discourse surrounding this but he was gross, mistreated his students for years, committed atrocities, couldn’t get over his high school crush, and we’re supposed to believe he’s a hero in the end and HARRY WOULD NAME HIS SON AFTER HIM….. uh no. “Always” is gross.

I’ve literally been wracking my brain for days and I can’t think of any more characters for this. OK I did some googling and I remembered some LOL.

Ross from friends…. I literally can’t stand him. He’s so entitled and just the worst. He tries to act like he’s the nice, sensitive guy, but really he is so full of himself. Joey on the other hand is portrayed as a womanizer but is actually super sweet and I love him

Archie from Riverdale… I have only seen the first 1.5 seasons ish but he is the worst…. we’re supposed to believe he’s some easygoing musically gifted football player but instead he manages to pull off being bland as heck and actually kind of a terrible garbage person

Nick from chilling adventures of Sabrina. I hate characters that are like hitting on the main character even though she has a bf and are like dark and broody and sexy blah blah blah…. I liked Harvey way better. I never finished season 2 tho

Emma Swan from Once Upon a Time? Idk she was fine she just got old after a while

If you could rewrite a story or part of a book, what would it be and what would you do differently?

HM. First, Harry would name his son Remus Rebeus Potter LOL. Ok but real talk there was a headcanon floating around forever ago that Harry should have become a professor at Hogwarts instead of an auror and I am 100% on board

Ok, ok….. what abouuuttt…… OK, is star wars when Han and Leia get together. I like them as a couple, but the entire first half of the movie Han is being such an ass. And when they kiss the first time, he’s being SOOO creepy. It’s like so quintessentially 80s romance. and HERE’S THE THING. They actually filmed (or maybe just wrote?) a version of that scene that WASNT CREEPY. And i’m like WHY DIDNT YOU USE THAT?!? So I like to pretend that’s the version that actually happened.

This part is way harder than the shipping portion. If I think of anything else i’l dm you. I HOPE YOU ENJOY READING THIS NOVEL LENGTH POST OF ME RAMBLING ABOUT MY FIXATIONS OVER THE LAST 10 YEARS. If anyone actually read this far, you deserve a cup of hot chocolate and a blanket

[justanoutlawfic]

Questions: A OUAT Fic

Summary: Neal asks his big sister a lot of questions. Emma somehow always finds an answer.

Just based off of some headcanons I have of Neal realizing he and Emma had different upbringings.

Also on AO3

Neal was an articulate child. He was small for his age, with big innocent blue eyes like his dad and his mother’s round face. No one expected the questions that came out of him.

 Perhaps not even Emma, who ended up getting them most times.

 She takes him out of town once a month so their parents can have a day fully to themselves. In the summer, they go to a bigger beach. In the fall and winter, she takes him shopping for new toys and to see a movie. Springtime is when they have a picnic lunch in a park about a half hour outside of Storybrooke and then browse the bookstore to Neal’s content. She lets him pour over books that are probably too old for him, especially at 5 years old, but she doesn’t believe in age restrictions. He sits in one of the big comfy armchairs and reads aloud to her all the words he knows.

 One of the workers walks by and pauses to listen as he flips through a Captain Underpants book. “Your son is adorable,” she says to Emma, walking away before the latter can correct her.

Neal looks up at Emma. “I’m not your son.”

Emma lets out a small laugh. “I know bud, but she thought I was your mom. We all know I’m just your cool big sister, though.”

Neal nodded, seeming content with the answer for a minute before he spoke again. “Why do people think that?”

“Hm?”

“That you’re my mommy?”

Emma shrugged. “I guess it’s because I’m so much older than you, I do look the same age as our mom.”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why are you so much bigger than me?”

 Emma is quiet, unsure of how to explain herself. She knows her parents should be the one to discuss the curse and everything that happened within it, but it’s her story too.

 “Well, you know our town has lots of magic in it. Sometimes it means that people have mommies and daddies that aren’t much older than them.”

“But Mommy and Daddy are lots older than me.”

Emma searches her mind for an answer, trying to figure out how to best explain it. “Well, for awhile, they were stuck in time. Like…Captain America.” Neal’s eyes light up at the mention of his favorite superhero. “But I wasn’t, I grew up normally. But when Mom and Dad were done being frozen in time, they had you.” She pauses, trying to add that all up in her head. “Does that make sense?”

Neal nods. “Can we get ice cream, Emmy?”

A relieve smile falls across her face. “Sure, bud.”

***

“Why do we have different last names?”

 Neal’s second big question comes about when he’s sitting at her desk in the sheriff’s station. He’s 6 years old. Snow is working and David had an emergency on the farm, so she agreed to take him. She set her baby brother up at her desk with coloring sheets, books and as a last resort, her iPad. She’s in the middle of catching up on her paperwork, so she doesn’t entirely hear him.

 “What’s that buddy?”

“My last name is Charming, but your last name is Swan.” He points to her ID in her opened wallet. “But we’re brother and sister. Aren’t siblings supposed to have the same last name?”

“Sometimes they don’t, for a lot of different reasons.”

“Well why is your last name Swan?”

Emma moves from David’s old desk to be closer to him. This is a complicated question. “Well, I didn’t grow up with Mom and Dad. You know that.”

 After the run-in at the bookstore, the three older members of the family agreed it was best to explain the curse to Neal in the most child appropriate way possible. He hadn’t had many questions at the time, outside would it happen again or would he ever be the same age as them. Those were fairly easy to answer. While they couldn’t guarantee that another villain wouldn’t cast a curse, it had been years since one even attempted. They were safe as a family unit and nothing could change that.

 “But you found Mommy and Daddy, because Henry took you to see them.”

Emma nodded. “That’s right. But growing up, I didn’t know about them. They forgot who I was and they didn’t have a chance to tell me. So, when I was a little older than you, I decided to create my own last name.”

“You don’t want to be a Charming?”

“I’ll always be a Charming,” Emma assures him. “We don’t have to have the same last name to be related. Picking my name was something very important to me. I didn’t even change it when I got married for that reason. It doesn’t change that I love Mom, Dad and you very, very much.”

“Oh.” Neal looks down at his superhero coloring book, before glancing back up at her. “I think I like having the last name Charming.”

 Emma ruffles his hair. She tries not to think about what could’ve been too often. Maybe everything happened exactly how it was supposed to. Even so, she’ll always wonder how different her life would be if she had been raised by her parents. She’d only be a few years older than Neal. Yet, she wouldn’t have had Henry, at least not in the same way. The friendships they all created, wouldn’t be the same. Hell, she wouldn’t change the bond she had with her own parents for the world.

 Yes, Emma thinks about how nice it would’ve been to have her parents growing up but it wasn’t what happened. She is glad, however, that her little brother will never face those challenges.  

 “Well,” she says. “I’m glad you got a chance to have it.”

[sportsnightnut]

scully/stella prompt: they meet in London doing something entirely ordinary and boring (as so many fics begin in a bar). they're grocery shopping, taking the tube, at the market, the bank - you choose!

Oh, this was such a fun prompt. Thank you, my friend! This is my first Scully/Stella fic, and I gotta tell you, all it makes me want to do is write more.

Enjoy! 💛

i’ll buy you dinner first

5:37. Not much of an on-time departure from the office, but when has that ever been the case, really?

It’s Friday night and it’s been raining the whole damn week, as it’s apt to do this time of year in London. Stella wants to get home, kick off these stilettos in the middle of the floor without giving a fuck exactly where they land, have a glass or three of wine. But then she remembers she used the last of her coffee this morning, so she needs to stop on the way home to replenish it, lest Saturday morning turn into something mildly miserable. Ten more minutes in these shoes, she tells herself. You can do that. Just ten more minutes.

She shrugs on her trench coat and slings her bag over her shoulder. She’d been invited to go out with colleagues, but had politely declined. Social activities, particularly on a Friday evening, have never really been of interest to her. Friday night means home, silk pajamas, wine, a movie. And besides, she knew it was more of a pity invite than anything. Her colleagues like and respect her, sure, but the boss isn’t usually anyone’s first choice for a happy hour companion (unless it’s a party and the boss is buying, which was not the case in this instance).

Stella flips the lights off, starts making the trek home. There’s a Sainsbury’s between the office and her flat, so she decides to pop in there. They have a fine enough coffee selection, and maybe she can grab something to go with the leftover chicken in her fridge while she’s at it.

No basket, no trolley, because then she’ll buy more than she needs. Just straight for the coffee and tea aisle, stopping only to pick up a box of pasta on the way.

But then Stella rounds the corner and nearly drops the box of angel hair she’s holding. She comes dangerously close to running into, and subsequently toppling over, the cardboard display case of seasonal herbal tea.

Because in front of her is perhaps one of the most beautiful human beings Stella has ever seen.

She’s a bit shorter than Stella, although they’re probably a similar height without the stilettos. Fierce, dark red hair–one might even call it auburn–skims her shoulders. Stella’s first coherent thought is that all she wants to do is touch it, run her hands through it. God, it looks soft. I’m sure it would look similarly good spread out beneath her head on my pillow.

The woman is wearing a simple black dress and a gray cardigan with a pair of shiny black flats. She’s leaning against her trolley, standing in front of the coffee, looking absolutely baffled.

And the only thing Stella can conclude is that she absolutely must approach this woman. Because clearly she needs help. And clearly Stella should be the one to help her.

“Are you…looking for something?” Stella asks, stepping toward her. The woman raises her head and her lips turn up into a sweet smile.

Holy shit, she’s stunning. Stella swallows. Hard.

“I’m relatively new to London,” the woman starts. 

Oh, Christ, she’s American. She’s gorgeous and her accent is fucking adorable.

“This is…well, I’ve never bought coffee here before, so I don’t know what to get. None of these brands are familiar to me. I mean, there’s Starbucks, but I don’t like Starbucks that much, and…” she stops explaining, realizing she’s started to ramble. “I’m sorry. That’s probably not what you meant when you asked if I needed help.”

“Oh, no, that’s exactly what I meant,” Stella replies smoothly. “The store brand is fine, but I enjoy Taylors.” She points to one, her maroon polish shining in the light as she taps the bag with her index finger. “This blend is quite lovely.”

The woman smiles at Stella. “Thank you,” she says, and reaches for the coffee. Stella hands it to her, causing their fingers to touch, and she thinks she might die right here in the middle of Sainsbury’s because even though it was only half a second, she could tell how warm and soft the woman’s hands are and her mind immediately jumped to all the places she’d like those hands to be.

“You’re quite welcome. I’m Stella, by the way.”

“I’m Agent–” she stops herself, shakes her head. “Sorry. Still used to introducing myself that way. I’m Dana.”

Stella cocks her head, looks the woman up and down. “Agent, hm? From the States?”

Dana nods. “Yes. Dana Scully, formerly a Special Agent for the United States Federal Bureau of Investigation.”

God, what a fucking turn-on.

“So what brings you to London, then, Dana?”

“I’m a physician. I went to medical school before I was recruited by the FBI. A former colleague of mine recommended me for a position at a clinic here. I was ready to get away from my life in D.C. Too much history, a little too much pain.” Dana pauses. “I’m sorry, I’m practically telling you my entire life story in the middle of a grocery store.”

Stella smiles and touches Dana’s arm gently, wanting her to know it’s okay. She seems lonely, maybe a little uneasy being in a new country on her own. But god, a Special Agent for the FBI? It seems to suggest that she would understand Stella’s life, at least in some ways.

“No need to apologise. I work for the Metropolitan Police. Detective Superintendent Stella Gibson, to introduce myself officially. So I know a bit about what that life is like, Agent Scully.”

“Oh, wow,” Dana breathes. “Yes, you certainly do. Well–thank you for this,” she says, holding up the bag of coffee beans. “It was awfully nice of you to assist a stranger.”

“I could walk around with you a bit, if you like,” Stella proposes. “Help you get the lay of the land. Answer any other questions that may arise about British groceries.”

Dana giggles, and Stella is sure she’s going to die on the goddamn spot. It’s this sweet, sexy sound she wants to hear again. And again. And in other contexts, too.

She agrees readily. “I’d like that, Stella.”

Dana tries not to make it obvious that she’s trembling slightly as she walks alongside Stella. This woman is the definition of alluring. Long blonde hair curled at the ends, a little bit of makeup, the kind that makes it look like she really isn’t wearing any. A silky emerald blouse, a black pencil skirt, and tall stilettos that basically beg for Dana to notice her calves as she strides confidently down the aisle.

And she’s in law enforcement, which is (unsurprisingly) a major turn-on. Stella gets it. She knows the life, the job, the responsibilities, all of which require a certain commanding presence that Dana can’t help but think would come in useful in…certain situations.

And Dana is sure she looks really fucking hot wielding a weapon.

(Also, has she mentioned the British accent?)

Here’s the thing: Dana has never been with another woman. Not fully, anyway. Not in the “we’re in a relationship” kind of way. There was Lauren, an undergrad classmate who lived in her dorm senior year, but they only ever flirted, and usually only when drinking. Then in med school, there was Abby, who was in her surgery rotation. Abby was the closest she ever got, and it was mostly flirting with a few relatively innocuous makeout sessions (although it was always while sober, which made it feel very different from Lauren).

So the fact that Dana is incredibly, incredibly attracted to this woman has her more than a little unnerved.

They walk down the aisles together, Stella pointing out the locations of necessities like cereal and pasta, what the best baked goods are, what’s worth paying a little extra for and what’s just as good in the store brand. When Dana chooses a package of chocolate-filled croissants from the bakery, all Stella can think about is eating them with her. Naked, in bed, on a post-coital Sunday morning.

She clears her throat.

As they approach the dairy section, Stella observes that Dana seems a bit cold. Either that, or she’s inexplicably standing closer to Stella, which she admittedly wouldn’t mind.

She’s having trouble getting a read on Dana: she’s clearly not in a relationship now, as she moved to London alone (and mentioned something about moving away from something or someone painful). But she agreed to Stella’s company, and it seems like she’s been finding reasons to stand closer to her, accidentally brush against her. Didn’t move her hand away when Stella let hers linger for a moment longer than necessary.

But it’s still unclear if she’s that kind of interested.

The same cannot be said for Stella.

Dana is stunning, sexy. Beautiful and badass, and Stella wants her. Bad.

So as she shows Dana which cream she likes best for coffee, she reaches for the appropriate container and sets it in the trolley without ever breaking eye contact, her gaze focused on the woman next to her. They’re already close, but Stella leans in even closer, gets a hint of Dana’s perfume. She smells like raspberries and jasmine and everything good in the world. God, she wants to bury her face in her neck and perhaps stay there forever, just nibbling at that perfect ivory skin.

“Dana,” she starts. Her voice is dark, quiet, so none of their fellow shoppers nearby can hear what she’s saying. “If you don’t want this, you can tell me to kindly fuck off, and I will. But I feel compelled to tell you that you’re absolutely fucking beautiful and I would like nothing more than to take you home with me.”

Dana blushes, but not out of embarrassment, exactly. Stella knows the look, the reaction, this particular shade of flushed pink on the cheeks. It’s the reaction of someone who’s been “figured out,” so to speak. The reaction of someone who is pleasantly surprised that Stella finds her attractive in that way.

But it’s the cutest fucking thing, and it manages to warm Stella’s otherwise cold heart. 

Oh, god, this woman is going to do me in, she thinks. First I proposition her in the middle of a grocery store and the next thing I know I’ve got a fucking crush on her and I’m about to turn down a night of incredible sex so I can date her instead.

“Let me add this,” she says before Dana can respond, her voice still low and dangerously close to Dana’s ear. “I’ll buy you dinner first. At least once if not twice. Maybe three or four times. I’ll kiss you after the first time. And I’ll take you out for coffee. Oh, yes, definitely coffee. And really, whatever else you desire. Dessert, wine, whiskey, anything. Then after an appropriate amount of dates and innocent kisses, I’ll take you home with me. Pour you a glass of red wine while you stand in my kitchen. I’ll kiss you, but not as innocently as I kissed you before. And then I’ll touch you in as many places as you’ll allow me.”

It’s Dana’s turn to swallow. Hard.

“Yes,” she says almost inaudibly.

Dana says the word “yes” faster than her brain can process what’s happening.

She was relatively certain, throughout this entire encounter, that Stella found her attractive. It was mostly from the look in her eyes: caring and kind, yes, but also a little bit feral. It was clear when she put the coffee creamer in the cart that this was more than a friendly gesture. There was a want, a desire in her eyes, a look Dana hasn’t been on the receiving end of in years.

And the thought of being on the receiving end of it now terrifies her. Not because it’s a woman, not because it’s Stella. Because it’s been a long time. 

But it’s been long enough.

And she wants Stella just as badly.

“Yes?” Stella repeats, somewhat unable to believe that this beautiful creature wasn’t intimidated by the fact that she was incredibly direct about her intentions.

“Dinner sounds nice. And coffee. And…those other things you mentioned.” Dana clears her throat, and Stella thinks it’s absolutely adorable because it’s clear that Dana is flustered and nervous. But this also means she finds you attractive, Stella. Shit, the woman just agreed to go out on multiple dates with you knowing that at least part of your motivation is to get her into your bed.

Stella takes one small step back so she can look at Dana. She reaches over, caresses her cheekbone with her thumb, restrains herself from pushing her up against the cartons of milk and taking her right there. “Dinner it is, then. Anywhere you’d like. Tomorrow night.”

[skepticalspooky]

hellbent

msr | fluff | college au | one-off/stand-alone

hello i’ve never written a fic before but i guess i have now! please feel free to give feedback. i aim to please (probably). also this is pretty short so i apologize for that.

A lettermen-clad frat boy thrust an unidentifiable drink at Scully as soon as her shoe hit the weird linoleum floor. Who picks linoleum for a walkway? The vibe of the house was anxious yet somehow sexual and the acoustics made by linoleum didn’t help. Maybe wanting to experience a college party was silly. It seemed atrocious so far, with the plethora of half naked 20-year-olds and the overbearing smell of vodka and perfume and weed. Scully felt like she was in another dimension where time moved one hundred times faster than normal. A guy that she vaguely recognized from some class came up to her and tried his hand at catcalling, though it didn’t carry the intended effect seeing as he was five inches away and had to face the consequences. His hand gripped her back in a way that could be passed off as “flirting” but was more likely his attempt at keeping balance. Of course, Scully had to decline his offer of “test riding his dick” by stepping on his foot. It was unfortunate for him that she was wearing wide heeled boots. He retaliated by calling her a bitch which, much to his chagrin, had no effect on the answer she already made clear. Tugging on her two-sizes-too-big jacket, Scully decided to make her way into the calmer yard. There, she was met with the odd couple making out and a few groups chatting about things that won’t matter in 10, maybe even 5, years. But who cares? Why not live in the moment? Thinking about the deeper meaning of every move and every word and every person gets tiring. A prime example of someone living in the moment was the kid who just received an unbranded cigarette from a random. Or was it a cigarette? Scully had all the time in the world to think about it because this kid was blissfully unaware of anything but his maybe-cigarette and the stars. She even clocked a few glances thrown his way, out of intrigue or lust, yet he sat unwavering, hellbent on outer space. A scary and often forgotten part of her wanted him to be hellbent on her. Not necessarily sexually, no, but in some way or ways, she wanted his attention because it seemed so sweet. An even scarier part of her knew he would be hellbent on her if he knew her. An instinct maybe, or perhaps just hope. At this point, she figured out that she had been staring for a bit too long. He was staring straight back, eyes smiling in unison with mouth. Could he read her mind? She desperately hoped that wasn’t so. Scully hung on to every moment as this mystery boy made room on his blanket and pat a seat beside him, holding relentless eye contact. She could practically see her eyes widening in excessive disbelief and her face reddening just enough to be noticeable. Nevertheless, her feet floated her to his stupid checkered lawn blanket and forced herself down. One would expect the first words spoken from this mysterious college kid to be somewhat thought-provoking or even brooding. They were not.

“Your coat. I like it.”

Her coat. He liked it. Her two-sizes-too-big brown bomber jacket. The one with all the patches. He liked it.

“Thanks. I like your...” she couldn’t search fast enough and too many off-putting things were coming to mind, “glasses.” She did. They were nice round glasses. He only needed them for reading really, but he seemed to like them too. Truth be told, they were both a bit flustered. It felt different for two complete strangers to share this common timidness upon meeting, yet it was there. Oh, was it there. Perhaps one of them was thinking too much about what the other looked like under their cool jacket and cursed themselves for thinking about that having just met them. Maybe the other wanted to run their fingers through the other’s hair just because it looked so soft and oh my God could not believe they were being so weird right now. But that’s merely one interpretation of events, of course.

“I’m Fox, but Mulder is preferred.” Fox Mulder? My Lord did this kid’s reputation precede him. This was Spooky, Spooky Mulder, the guy who believed in aliens and shit! Scully never had a face to put with the name. Her intrusive but welcomed thoughts said it was a good face.

“I’m Dana- uh, Scully.” She couldn’t tell if she was stumbling over words (her own name of all things) or if she was subconsciously following that last name pattern.

He simply repeated her. “Scully.” It sounded pretty good coming from him.

“Nice to meet you, F- um, Mulder.” Again with the word stumbling? Then again, she wasn’t used to people going by their last name. Then again, she was formulating excuses like clockwork with this guy. He laughed. He was clearly struggling a bit here too. If only she knew his excuses. He was just nervous about this other thing, he was just hot because of the weather. Maybe they could exchange excuses sometime.

A necessary subject change, if you wanted to say they had a subject to change at all, came on a shooting star. It was unusual to see a shooting star with all the artificial light surrounding the pair, but there was no denying its twinkling as it shot across the sky only to shrink and fade away. “Do you ever make wishes on those things?” He sounded a bit gruff. Scully was still red. He wasn’t helping.

“Not really. It’s more of a fun phenomenon to me. But it shows me that I’m on the right track by living in the moment, I guess.” Was she rambling? She had four-ish sips of beer, does that lead to Scully mini-tangents? It was all another excuse and she knew it.

“Hm. That’s a different way of looking at it.” He paused a moment with no sign of elaboration. “I make wishes sometimes.”

“What do you wish?”

He didn’t answer, he just smiled. She didn’t pry.

“But your thing with being on the right track. I think I’m gonna use that now. Like, um, would I have seen that if I was arguing or staying in or something?”

“Yeah, exactly. You probably wouldn’t have. But you made the choices that led you to see it instead.”

He nodded. “Plus, it might make girls think I’m deep.” Scully laughed, but he was right. It kinda worked and she hated it. “But it makes me think about other things that are out there, too.”

“Like... like, aliens?” She could see the Spooky in him now. He seemed so serious about this that she almost moved away a bit. She didn’t.

“I can sense the skepticism, Scully!”

“Mulder, if you think that’s skepticism, you should hear my thoughts on the WOW! signal.” They could both feel eyes on them at this point, but surprisingly Scully didn’t care. She couldn’t not look into his eyes when he started talking about aliens and bigger meanings of things and, at one low point, Bigfoot. Scully even dropped the excuses and quietness and replaced it with a newfound comfort. He gave her goosebumps when he spoke about crazy theories in a smooth tone and it made her laugh, really laugh, when he rolled her eyes as she disputed him. He certainly was hooked on her sarcasm and questioning looks. Her prodding was like the missing piece to his mixed-up Mulder puzzle. Sometimes, when he thought she couldn’t see him because she was laughing away from him, he looked at her like he was hellbent on her. She could see him.

When she was done laughing, she would push away a loose strand of her scarlet hair. Mulder noticed this happen every time for about nine muffled song changes, not that he was counting. This time, he took the liberty of tucking the strand away himself, lingering on her jawline only a few seconds too long. Scully couldn’t do anything but look down at her shoes. The sound of car doors slamming and crickets chirping and distant songs and loud laughing made for a nice distraction. But the alcohol proved to override this effect. Rosy-cheeked Scully wanted to speak her mind and she was only a bit buzzed.

“I can’t believe I’ve never seen you before.” Mulder looked away from her when she spoke.

“I tend to stay out of the, uh, spotlight,” he replied after a few pointless moments, annunciating the T’s in “spotlight.” Scully nodded understandingly, yet she yearned for him to be in the spotlight. She figured it would be a nice change of pace. She didn’t say that. No, she wasn’t that brave yet.

“Talking to you is easy.” Wonderful, changing the topic and beating around the bush. Hey, it made Mulder smile.

“I feel the same about you. It’s nice having someone who... pays attention? I don’t know if that makes sense. I just feel like you’re listening.”

“I’m listening.”

“Am I talking too much?”

“Did you forget the part of our conversation where I talked about my 8th grade Halloween dance for ten minutes?” Another Mulder smile, but this one came with a laugh. Now his hand was on her hand and he was sitting closer to her than she thought and was that her heart she heard beating? Or was it his? A common theme returning, intrusive thoughts got the best of Scully and all she could think about were his lips. Lucky for her, his mind was racing too. He wanted to be pressed against her; soft yet tense, breathing yet unmoving. She wanted to know how his hair felt between her fingers and she couldn’t explain why because she didn’t need to. That’s how it was and that’s how it will be. Their brains sparked at the same time as they turned to look at each other at the same moment. In a “fuck it, this needs to be true” moment, Mulder moved his hand to Scully’s shoulder as he leaned into the space between them. Scully met him in the middle, her lips carefully finding his before he could reach her. It was different than she expected in the best way possible. His lips were soft but his face was contrastingly rough, and as she let her hand wander to his hair she found that it was soft too. Pulling away but lingering close, the two weren’t quite sure what to say. They’d just met and now they were swapping spit in some stranger’s yard. Less romantic than expected, but perhaps the fact that it was so thrilling and a bit spontaneous made up for it. She thought a kiss would be the cure, but Scully’s heart didn’t stop racing and she was fine with that. Mulder looked at her for the longest time as she thought. Visually, he was unaffected. Deep down, he felt he could run a mile. She seemed pretty perfect to him before and this confirmed it. Not once had he felt so connected to someone before. Sure, she disagreed with him on almost everything, but she listened and truthfully had some great ideas of her own. He loved that she could take an urban legend and it explain it fluidly and scientifically as if she was writing a revolutionary report in her mind. Maybe it was the beer or the group of assholes smoking in front of them. No, that’s wrong. It couldn’t have been. God, was it time to talk now? He didn’t know what to say and she obviously didn’t either. He went with the first thing that came to mind.

“How come we’ve never met before?”

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Mi amor - Omander fic (Ander/Omar) (AnderxOmar)

Ander sat on his bed. Phone in his hand. He just texted Nadias phone, asking if Omar could talk to him. Because well, he doesn’t have a phone anymore himself. But after one hour there was still no answer. So he guessed either Nadia was busy and she didn’t read it or it was too risky at this moment for Omar to be on the phone. Ander sighed and layed down on his bed. He looked up at the ceiling. The moonlight from outside was tinting his room in a hazy light, which was not helpful for his depressed and sad mood.

His day had been shit. He overslept and arrived just on time at school, unshowered and still not quite awake. In school they had another class project to do, which was just adding to the stress they already had with exams and all that. After school Guzmán asked him if they could talk. And even though Ander was really not in the mood, he agreed, because he knew how much pain Marina’s death brought to his best friend. So he listened an hour to Guzmán talking about her and all the memories and how he should have done more. prevented it somehow. How she didn’t tell him about her pregnancy. And Ander wanted to be there for him, but his mind was just not able to concentrate that much and he was tired and he just wanted to go home, crawl in his bed and sleep. Or cry. Whatever he felt like. After he calmed his best friend down so he wasn’t crying anymore, he made his way home. But on his way, he tripped over and fell face down on the floor. His face started to bleed at the cheek and his knee hurt like a bitch. So he walked slowly home because every step was hurting. And now he was certain. When he would come home, he would definitely cry, not sleep.

When he was finally putting his key in the door and made his first step inside, ready to go straight to his room, his father appeared in front of him. He was still mad about Ander quitting tennis and he used every chance he got to try to talk him into it again. But Ander refused. To be honest, he did miss it. But not playing itself, no. He missed it because it was the only thing that really was his, that defined him, what he was good at. But now he didn’t have anything. Nothing he was good at. Nothing that said something about him. So he felt a little lost. But that didn’t mean that he wanted to go back to playing. When Ander didn’t say anything to his fathers idea to just play some friendly games in the summer time and doing a bit of training while school was on, his father went on and asked about his face and knee. When Ander looked down his body, he saw the blood strains on his jeans where his knee was. „Dad, can I just go to my room?“ „Did you get into a fight?“ „No I did not.“ „Ander. Don’t lie to me.“ „I tripped over okay? I fell. I didn’t fight. I would look worse then, don’t you think?“ His father raised his eyebrows at the tone of his son. Ander sighed. „Sorry dad. I had a really shitty day. Can we talk later?“ His father opened his mouth and Ander just kew he wouldn’t be understanding. But then, to his surprise, his father nodded and turned around. Ander looked after him stunned for a few moments, but then quickly went to his room.

He undressed and put an old baggy t shirt on and went straight to bed, not even bothering to wipe away his blood. He layed there what was probably for hours. Just laying and thinking. Looking outside, looking at his fairy lights he has in his room. Looking at the little picture of Omar he kept on his bed side table. Omar. He wished he would be here. Hee wished he would put his arms around him. Hug him. Hold him. So Ander could feel safe and secure. He didn’t know what it was, what made him feel that way. Maybe it was the many changes that happened over the last few weeks. Maybe it was because Marina’s death. Maybe it was because Omar couldn’t spend any time with him, besides 10 minutes per day. Ander needed support. Emotional one. But he couldn’t get it. Because Guzmán was busy with his sister’s death. His dad was no option at all. His mum was a bit more understaning, but he knew she would tell his dad. And Omar was not available. Ander knew Omar would help him, would listen to him, would try to give him some sort of advice, but they were not able to talk. Ander felt the tears again. And he just let them flow. He let them soak his pillow. He adverted his eyes from the picture and looked out of his window again. He watched the clouds going by and the sky changing. Watched the sun come in front and behind the clouds. He felt sorry for himself and usually he never felt that way. Usually he tried to swallow it down and not let it get to him. But today he just couldn’t. He couldn’t concentrate on anything else than his lost feeling, his yearning for Omar and his feeling of being alone. That’s when he decided to text Nadia. Maybe Omar could talk for just 10 minutes on the phone. Hearing his voice or just texting with him would help him a lot right now. He sat up and wiped at his eyes before typing out the simple words. „Hey Nadia. Is Omar free to talk maybe?“ When he didn’t get an answer, he started to cry again. And he felt so sorry because he understood. He really understood it, that Omar’s family was different and that it was complicated. But he just wished that today Omar could be here. That Ander could just text him „Come over please?“ And Omar would be here in 15 minutes. Lay down in bed with him and let Ander cry and hold him until they fall asleep. But a few hours later, it was eleven thirty and there was still no reply. Ander decided to go to bed and just try to fall asleep and forget about his worries. He wrote another text.

„Nevermind. Good night.“

The next day, Ander was woken up by someone shaking him awake. „Ander. Ander?“ It was his mum. „Hmm. Yeah?“ „It is 7:30 am.“ Ander sunk his face back into his pillow. „Are you okay?“ He turned his face and layed on his cheek. „Mama.“ „Yes?“ „I don’t feel good. Can I stay home today?“ His mum looked surprised. „You weren’t ill in like two years.“ „I know But now I am. Please can I just stay here?“ His mum looked unsure, but when Ander got tears in his eyes, she quickly nodded. She moved her hand to his hair. „Is everything okay?“ He nodded. No. Nothing is okay. „Do you need anything? Tea? Breakfast?“ Ander shook his head. „Thanks no.“ „Okay. If you need anything, call me okay? I will come home then.“ Ander had to smile at that. It felt like he was a young child again. „I love you mama.“ He didn’t know why he said it. Maybe because he neeeded to tell someone, anyone. Maybe because he wanted to hear it back. Maybe he wanted to feel loved. „I love you too mi hijo.“ Ander gave her a weak smile, before laying his face on the other cheek and closing his eyes again. He heard his mother leaving the room.

When he woke up again, it must have been noon already, because the sky was darker and the sun was hidden. Ander layed in bed the whole day, watching the sky just like yesterday. He didn’t move. he didn’t eat or drink. He didn’t feel like standing up or going around in the house. Usually when he was alone at home, he went to the garden or the living room to watch TV on the big screen. But not today. Or yesterday. He just wanted to lay here. At 5 he heard his mum coming home again, probably coming home earlier because of him. She knocked on his door, but he didn’t feel like making a noise so she would come in. But she came in anyways. „Ander?“ „Hm?“ „How are you? Better?“ „No.“ „Did you eat?“ „No.“ „I will make you something.“ „I’m not hungry.“ „Ander you have to eat.“ „I will throw up then. Please don’t make me. You know how much I hate it.“ He heard his mum sighing. She didn’t know what to do. „Well tell me if you need anything.“ „Okay.“

It was later in the evening when there was a knock on his door again. Ander didn’t make any sound, knowing his mother would come in either way. The door opened. „I’m not hungry mum.“, he said while looking out of the window. „Well good then that I am not your mum and won’t make you eat.“ Ander smiled faintly but didn’t turn around. „You alright?“ „Mhm.“ “Usually you are more excited to see me.“ Ander closed his eyes and tried to swallow his tears down. He didn’t want to cry in front of him. He heard him approaching. „Ander?“, worry was laced in his voice now. Omar sat down on the edge of the bed. He looked at Andar, who looked outside of the window still. „Hey.“ Omar put his hand on Andar’s head and then on his cheek when no reaction came out of it. „Andar? Can you talk?“ „I don’t feel like talking.“ „What happened?“ „Nothing.“ „Then why are you acting like that?“ Ander shrugged his shoulders. Omar was quiet for some time, he also didn’t know what to do. „Can I do something? What do you need?“ And just at that question, Ander felt the tears springing to his eyes again. „Ander..don’t cry. I..I.“ Ander closed his eyes. „Can you hold me? I just want to be held by you.“ Omar nodded and immediately took his shoes off. „Of course yes.“ He stood up and layed down on the bed behind Ander and put his arms around his boyfriend. He pressed a kiss at the back of Ander’s neck and then let his face and lips linger there and tightened his arms a little more. „Okay?“ „Okay.“, Ander responded. They layed like that for probably an hour, maybe a bit more. Ander just bathed in the feeling of having Omar here, it was everything he wanted for the last two days. And now he was here and had his arms around him.

„How did you get in?“, Ander suddenly asked. „Your mum let me in.“ „You actually knocked on the front door?“ „Yes. Your mum knows about us and you weren’t answering my texts.“ Ander sighed. „I forgot to look at my phone sorry.“ „You forgot to look at your phone for a whole day?“ Ander nodded. He expected Omar to ask what was going on, but he didn’t. And Ander realized that Omar was giving him time, he wanted to tell him when he was ready. Maybe because his own father was always urging him to tell him everything. Ander turned around to be able to look at Omar for the first time since he arrived. Omar smiled at him gently. It was that smile that was rare, with his usual serious look. „Thanks for coming.“ Omar smiled. „I was worried. You asked if I could talk and Nadia was busy in the shop and couldn’t look at her phone. And then you didn't reply anymore after that weird good night text. And you didn’t come to the store for two days. I wondered where you were.“ „I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you worried.“ „I know.“ „How did you get away from home?“ „I said I have to do a school project and it’s with a muslim girl. So she cannot come to our home. He understood.“ Ander smiled sadly. „Thanks for lying for me.“ Omar nodded. Ander looked at him. At his bushy eyebrows, at his nice brown eyes, his short hair, his dark skin. Ander pushed his face closer to Omar’s chest. „I had a really shitty day yesterday and when I came home, all I wanted to do was to lay down, so I did. And then I just didn’t stand up anymore. I just layed here and watched the sky.“ „The whole time?“ „Yes.“ „Why?“ „I don’t know. It has something calming.“ „No. I meant why you layed here?“ „I…I don’t really know?“ „You don’t know?“ Ander shook his head. Omar caressed his neck and hair. Suddenly he felt wetness at his chest. „Hey..hey.“ He put his hands on his cheeks and lifted his face. „What is on your mind? Tell me?“ „I just.. I have so much stress at school and I don’t even know what I do it for sometimes? And I…I know I said I wanted to quit tennis. And I am happy that I did, because I really hated it. But I feel so lost Omar. Tennis was everything in my life, for my whole life and now it’s gone and I just..I don’t know who I am anymore. I was always good at tennis, I was known for it. I was Andar the tennis player. Now I am not.“ Omar looked at Andar’s hair, heard him talking in his teary voice. „I get that. It must be weird to loose something that was in your life for so long. But Ander. You will find a new hobby.“ „But I might not be good at it.“ „You will.“ „How can you say that? I was just good at tennis, nothing else.“ Omar let out a laugh. „You are good at many things, Ander.“ Ander scoffed. „And what would these things be?“ Omar moved them, so he was on top of Ander. He layed his arms next to his head and put his hands on his face. „You are good at being there for people. You are there for Guzmán, for Polo, for me. For your mum when your dad is yelling at her again. You are good at standing up for what you believe in, like at the party when they were talking about the gay people. You said something and stood up, I was a coward and just laughed along. You are good at loving. Nobody ever gave me the feeling you give me, the love you give me, the support and understanding you give me. The hope and the security. The effort. You want me, you want to keep me and you try your hardest. You give others a good feeling. And you are good at getting what you want. You got me after all.“ It was the first smile Omar got out of Ander this evening. „You also told your dad what you wanted. Or what you didn’t want. You stood up for yourself and made a decision. Something that I cannot bring myself to do. And I am so proud of you for that Ander. I am happy for you, that you can now live the life you wanted and Ander. You will find that life. You will find that way that leads to it. Because you are strong and ambitious. It might seem like you lost everything now, but you will gain again.“ Ander looked up from his spot at Omar’s chest with tears in his eyes.

„Te quiero.“ Omar smiled at that. „Better now?“ Ander nodded. „Thanks for that, really. Thanks for coming, thanks for lying to your dad, thanks for saying all that and thanks for caring. And I already did gain something. You.“ Omar made a face at that, because it was such a sappy comment, but he smiled from one ear to the other anyways. „Ander. You are the best thing that happened to me in a while. Don’t beat yourself up. You are worth more okay?“ Under nodded. Omar wiped at his eyes gently. „I love you too by the way.“ Ander smiled cutely and Omar couldn’t resist to press his lips against Ander’s. It was a gentle and slow kiss. A kiss that said „I love you“ and „I’ll be there“. It expressed love. „When did you eat for the last time?“ „Yesterday morning.“ „Well in that case, I will make you something.“ „Thought you won’t make me eat.“ Omar laughed, happy at the fact that Ander made jokes again. „That was before you were better and before you said you ate the last time more than 24 hours ago.“ Omar pressed a kiss to Ander’s front head and stood up. Ander loved that feeling. That Omar was here and went to his kitchen to make him food, just like a normal couple. But Omar came back in a few seconds. „Your mum said she will make something for us.“ Ander smiled. „She is probably happy that I say yes to food.“ Omar laughed and shook his head. „Got everybody worried hm?“ Ander looked away. „Hey it’s okay. You were not feeling well. But Ander?“ „Hm?“ „Next time please remember to look at your phone okay? I want to at least know that you are alive.“ Ander nodded. „Okay. I will. Promise. Can you come back and cuddle me some more?“ „Yes. That I can do.“ They layed back down. Looking at each other and having their arms around each other. „I’m sorry that I cannot be more there for you. If my dad wouldn’t be so..so strict and if I would come from a different family…“ „No. Don’t think like that. It is like it is Omar. But we manage don’t we? We are here together now after all no?“ Omar nodded but he still looked like he blamed himself. „This was not your fault. I’ll admit, I wanted you to come here last night or even just talk to you on the phone, but I know you couldn’t and it’s alright. It’s just the way it is. But we will find a way. I am sure of it. I won’t let you go.“ „I won’t let you go either. Thanks for accepting this.“ Ander smiled. "Where is this cut on your cheek from?" Ander laughed softly. "I fell on the street." Omar laughed and pressed a kiss on the wound. "Quitting tennis and getting clumsy immediately hm?" Ander rolled his eyes.

„Hey boys.“ Ander’s mother knocked on the door and came in. Omar wanted to scramble back up but Ander stopped him. „She saw us before, it’s fine.“ „Oh don’t worry about me. It is all okay with me.“ Omar smiled thankfully and if he was honest it felt good to be able to cuddle his boyfriend in front of somebody. „I made you some sandwiches and a fruit salad. The sandwich is with chicken Omar. And also some juice.“ Omar thanked her, happy that she knew enough about his culture to not offer him pork. „Thanks mum.“ „I um..I heard from Ander that you don’t have a phone?“ Omar looked down, embarrassed because this woman was probably not getting why his father would take away his phone in 2019. „Yeah. My father put it away.“ Ander’s mum got a phone out of her pocket. „This is my old phone. I’l pay for it, so you two can talk a little more yeah? Just hide it well please. I don’t want any stress with your father.“ Omar was speechless and so was apparently Ander. „Mum..“ „I know how hard it must be to not be able to talk and I know you think I am not supporting this relationship or whatever. So here I am..trying to convince you. And Omar you are welcome here anytime. And please tell me if you need anything.“ „Thank you. I am really so grateful for that. I don’t really know what to say.“ She just smiled. Ander stood up and hugged his mum tightly. „Thank you mum. Thank you so so much. This helps us a lot.“ Omar watched happily. „No problem hijo. Well I will leave you two alone again now.“ With that she went towards the door, but before she stepped out of the room, she turned around again. „Thanks for fixing him Omar.“ Omar smiled. „Gladly.“ She closed the door with a thumbs up. „Wow she is really nice.“ Ander nodded thoughtfully. „Well I guess I thought too low of her.“ Omar looked at his phone. „I will put a different name for you so if anyone finds this phone, they won’t know.“ Ander nodded. „We can chat again. In the nights. When your father is sleeping or when you are at school.“ Omar looked at Ander and nodded. „Then I can be there for you.“ „And I can be there for you.“, he said back. Omar nodded happily and they smiled at each other brightly at the thought of being able to talk again. „Tell me next time you feel like this okay?“ Ander nodded. „I will.“ „Promise?“ „Yes mi amor.“ „Oh mi amor?“ „Too much?“ Omar shook his head gently, his eyes full of love. „No. It’s fine.“ Ander nodded. „When do you have to leave?“ „Omar looked at the clock. In like two hours maybe?“ Ander's eyes lit up. „What do we do then?“ Omar looked at Ander with mischief. Ander rolled on top of Omar. „Later okay? I want to have two hours with you that feel like we do this 5 days a week.“ Omar smiled. „Okay. So first a movie? With cuddles? Then the other stuff.“ Ander chuckled. „Sounds good.“ Omar took the food from the bedside table and Ander got the remote for the TV. They ate in silence while watching the movie at first. But then they began to talk about everything they never had the chance to tel each other. The movie was in the background now and after the credits rolled they shifted their focus on „the other stuff“. They cuddled afterwards and whispered „I love you’s“ to each other.

When Omar walked home that night, he thought about how he never thought he would turn into such a sap. He always thought, he will marry a woman that his parents found and he will never be in love. But even if he imagined him falling in love, he never thought he could be so romantic and sweet. But he smiled at the thought. When Ander layed in bed that night, he smiled while watching the sky outside. before getting some sleep, he typed down a message.

„Thanks for being mine and being so amazing. I love you good night.“

This time the response came in a few seconds.

„I love you too and I am thankful for you. Good night and sleep well. Tell me if anything comes up mi amor.“

Ander smiled at the name and fell asleep with a smile on his face and a warm feeling in his chest.