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thewnchstrs · 26 days ago

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Dream a Little Dream of Me

Pairing: Winchester!Sister (OC)

Summary: When Bobby falls into a coma and can't be awakened, Sam, Dean and Ellie race to his side.

Disclaimers: almost smut, near-death, mentions of childhood abuse, blood

Word Count: 9.7k

S E R I E S M A S T E R L I S T

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Dean’s POV

I could hear the Doobie Brothers even from where I parked the Impala outside of the last dive bar in town after having dropped Ellie off down the street to do some searching on foot. I yanked the bar door open, frantically looking around for any sign of Sam who’d been missing for the better part of four hours.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I spotted him sitting at the bar hunched over a glass. “There you are.” Sam looked up at me. I raised my eyebrows, arms raised. “What are you doing?”

“Having a drink,” he slurred.

I eyed the dark liquid moving slowly around inside the glass before looking back to Sam with a questioning look. “It's two in the afternoon. You drinking whiskey?”

“I drink whiskey all the time.”

“No you don't.”

“What's the big deal? You get sloppy in bars, you hit on chicks all the time. Why can't I?”

I glanced around the six other patrons, spotting only one woman who was in her mid forties with blazing red hair. I looked back to Sam, “It's kind of slim pickings around here. What's going on with you?”

Sam looked back down to his glass, swirling the alcohol. “I tried, Dean.”

“To do what?” He wasn’t making any sense.

“To save you.”

I watched him for a second before pulling out the bar stool beside him, realizing it'd probably be a while before I could get him out of here. I motioned to the bartender, “Can I get a whiskey? Double, neat.”

“I'm serious, Dean.”

“No, you're drunk.”

“I mean, where you're going...what you're gonna become. I can't stop it,” he said, defeated. From where I sat now I could see that the rims of his eyes were red. “I'm starting to think maybe even Ruby can't stop it. But really, the thing is...no one can save you.”

Although it's what I knew all along, hearing it come from Sam made my heart sink a little. “That's what I've been telling you.”

“No, that's not what I mean...I mean, no one can save you, because you don't wanna be saved,” he said, looking at me now. I kept my eyes on his, trying to understand where all this was coming from. “I mean, how can you care so little about yourself? What's wrong with you?”

I didn’t know what to say, so I just stared back at Sam when my ringtone cut through the tension. We both looked away as I pulled my phone out, not recognizing the number. “Hello? Yes, this is Mr. Snyderson.” A low, firm voice was on the other end when he said something that automatically made my heart sink. The urgency in my tone making Sam look to me. “What? Where?”

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Ellie’s POV

It nearly killed me to see Bobby look so vulnerable in the hospital's bed. He was found unconscious in his motel room, but he didn’t look sick, he looked like he was just sleeping. I looked to the doctor, crossing my arms over my chest, “So, what's the diagnosis?”

The doctor shook his head, flipping through Bobby's file. “We've tested everything we can think to test. He seems perfectly healthy."

“Except that he's comatose,” I pointed out.

“Mr. Snyderson, you're his emergency contact,” the doctor ignored me, looking to Dean who flicked his eyes to the doctor. “Anything we should know? Any illnesses?”

Dean wracked his memory, “No, he- he never gets sick. I mean, he doesn't even catch cold.”

“Doctor, is there anything you can do?” Sam asked.

“Look, I'm sorry, but we don't know what's causing it...so we don't know how to treat it." I looked to Bobby, wondering just what kind of trouble he got himself into to get this way. “He just...went to sleep, and didn't wake up.”

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We hoped Bobby’s last motel room he was staying in could give us some idea as to what happened to him. Sam looked back at us as he opened the door to the room, “So, what was Bobby doing in Pittsburgh?”

“Unless he's taking an extremely lame vacation...” Dean said as we looked around the seemingly normal room.

“I mean, he must have been working a job, right?” I assumed, the three of us opening cupboards, drawers, desks, but nothing even gave away that Bobby had ever actually been here. If it hadn’t been for the paramedics telling us the room number, I would’ve insisted it was the wrong room.

“Well, you think there'd be some sort of sign of something, you know? Research, news clippings...Or a fuckin' pizza box or a beer can,” Dean said as he loudly shut one of the dresser drawers.

“How 'bout this?” Sam said from behind Dean and I where he stood in front of the open closet. He pushed aside the t-shirts and pants to reveal the back wall of the closet filled with maps, obituaries, diagrams of flowers and mushrooms along with different herbs.

“Good ol' Bobby, always covering up his tracks,” Dean chuckled.

“You make heads or tails of any of this?” Sam asked.

Dean reached into the closet and pulled down a print out depicting a flower, “‘Silene capensis’, which of course means absolutely nothing to me.”

“Here,” I said, pulling the obituary clipping from the wall. “‘Dr. Walter Gregg, sixty-four, university neurologist.’”

“How'd he bite it?”

I scanned the page, frowning, “Actually, they don't know. They say he just went to sleep and didn't wake up.”

Dean took the obituary from me, examining it. “That sound familiar to you?”

Sam leaned against the closet doorframe. “Alright...so let's say Bobby was looking into the doc's death. You know, hunting after something-"

“—that started hunting him,” I finished, nodding along to Sam’s theory.

Dean nodded too. “Alright, stay here. See if you guys can make heads or tails of this.”

I furrowed my eyebrows at him, “What are you gonna do?”

Dean smiled, “I'm gonna look into the good doctor myself.”

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Dean’s POV

“So you're Dr. Gregg's lab assistant?” I asked as she led me into Walter Gregg's office.

“That's right.”

I glanced around the place, the shiny oak desk, the numerous bookshelves and tall windows with the blinds drawn. His desk was cluttered with pens, books and papers like he’d disappeared out of thin air right in the middle of working. “His death must have come as a shock to you.”

She nodded. “Yeah, it did. But, still, to go in your sleep, peaceful...that’s what you wish for, right?”

“Yeah. Right,” I said as I looked back at the desk, picking up a book on sleep studies. “Dr. Gregg uh…studied sleeping disorders? Dreams?”

“I don't understand. I went over all of this with the other detective,” she said, seeming suspicious of me already.

I narrowed my eyes at her, “You already spoke to another detective?”

“Yes. A very nice older man with a beard.”

At least we knew we were on the right track if Bobby had already been here. “Well, I'd love to hear it again if you don't mind.”

The woman hesitated, “Thing is, I'm sort of busy. Maybe we could do this later?”

“Sure. Yeah. Just bring you down to the station later this afternoon, and get your statement on tape, do it all official-like,” I said, making her squirm under my gaze. She tore her eyes from mine.

“Look, okay, I didn't know about Dr. Gregg's experiments. Not until I was cleaning out his files.”

“His experiments...the ones he was conducting on...sleeping?”

“No one knew, okay? Not the university, not anybody,” she said quickly before defensively crossing her arms over her chest. “I already spoke with a lawyer and he told me I can't be held liable for anything.”

I racked my brain for anything to get this girl talking. “Maybe you couldn't, but that was before the new evidence came to light.”

She furrowed her eyebrows and shifted on her feet, “New evidence? What new evidence?”

I hesitated this time before settling with my go-to: “I'm not at liberty to say.”

“Look, I'm just a grad student. This was a gig to cover tuition,” she said, anxiously running her hands through her hair.

“Maybe so. But, uh, still, this- this...this could go on your permanent record,” I bullshitted, making her eyes widen slightly. “Unless you hand over the doctor's research to me. All of it.”

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I banged hard twice on the door, holding my badge up to the peephole. The kid slowly opened the door, the unmistakable smell of weed rolling out of the room. "You Jeremy?"

“Look, I don't know what the RA said, but I was growing ferns.”

I chuckled as I stepped inside, “Take it easy, Phish, that's not why I'm here.”

He visibly relaxed, “Really? Oh, thank god. Okay.”

I glanced around the cluttered dorm room. “I wanna talk to you about Dr. Gregg's sleep study.”

“Yeah. Dr. Gregg just died, right?”

I nodded. “You were one of his test subjects, right?”

“Yeah,” he said as he opened the small mini fridge behind him, holding a beer out to me before he paused. “Unless you're on duty or something?”

I glanced from the beer to the open door out to the hallway before shrugging, “I guess I can make an exception.” I took a long drink from the beer before opening up the files in my hands. “Now, Dr. Gregg was testing treatments for a ‘Charcot-Wilbrand syndrome’? Which means...?”

“I can't dream,” he said simply. “I had this bike accident when I was a kid and banged my head pretty good and I haven't had a dream since. 'Til the study. You know. Sort of.”

I frowned, nodding as I rifled through the papers. “What'd the doc give you?”

“It's this yellow tea. It…it smelled awful, tasted worse.”

“What’d it do?” Jeremy shrugged, “Just passed right out. I had the most vivid, super-intense dream. Like a bad acid trip, you know?”

“Totally,” I said instinctively before coughing, getting back into character. “I mean, no.”

“That was it. I dropped out of the study right after that,” he said as he took another drink. “I didn't...like it. To tell you the truth...it kind of scared me.”

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Ellie’s POV

By the time I made it back to Bobby’s room, Sam and Dean were sitting at Bobby’s bedside, whispering quietly to each other, their conversation immediately dying once I walked in. I ignored the way their words died on their lips as I dropped my papers onto the small table at the end of his bed. “How is he?”

“No change,” Dean said, glancing to Sam and then back to me. “What’d you find?”

“Well, considering what you told me about the doc's experiments…Bobby's wall is starting to make a hell of a lot more sense,” I said, flipping the folder open.

“How so?”

I picked up the first print, handing it to Sam. “This plant, Silene Capensis, is also known as African Dream Root. It's been used by shaman and medicine men for centuries.”

Dean looked up at me, “Let me guess. They dose up, bust out the didgeridoos, start kicking around the hackey.”

“Not quite,” I chuckled. “If you believe the legends, it's used for dream-walking. Entering another person's dreams, poking around in their heads.”

“I take it we believe the legends,” Sam said as I handed them more papers.

"When don't we? But dream-walking is just the tip of the iceberg."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, this Dream Root is some serious mojo. You take enough of it, with practice, you can become a regular Freddy Krueger,” I said, looking to Bobby. “You can control anything. You could turn bad dreams good, you could turn good dreams bad."

"And killing people in their sleep?" Dean assumed.

I shrugged, "For example."

Sam nodded, "So let's say this doc was testing this stuff on his patients, Tim Leary-style."

"Somebody gets pissed at him, decides to give him a little dream visit, he goes nighty-night,” I confirmed.

"But what about Bobby?” Dean questioned, the one piece of the puzzle I couldn’t quite place. “I mean, if the killer came after him, how come he's still alive?"

"I don't know,” I said honestly, hoping we could figure this all out before whatever got to the other victims got to him, too.

"So how do we find our homicidal sandman?" Dean asked as we left Bobby’s room, walking the halls toward the exit. I felt the anxious pressure on my chest begin to lessen the closer we got to the outside. Being in Bobby's room was fine, but the rest of the hospital smelled like antiseptic and old people.

"Could be anyone,” I said. Suddenly the case became a million times more difficult, not to mention dangerous. "Anyone who knew the doctor or had access to his dream shrooms."

"Maybe one of his test subjects or something?" Sam offered.

Dean shrugged at the theory. "Possible. But his research was pretty sketchy. I mean...I don't know how many subjects he had, or who all of them were." We rounded a corner as Sam scoffed. Dean looked at him in confusion. "What?"

"In any other case, we'd be calling Bobby and asking him for help right now,” Sam said.

At Sam’s words, Dean suddenly stopped in realization, a hand held out to stop Sam and I from going any further. I suppressed a groan, eyeing the exit just ahead of us. "You know what? You're right.”

Sam glanced at me then back to Dean, confused, "What?"

"Let's go talk to him,” Dean insisted.

I furrowed my eyebrows at the suggestion, unsure whether or not Dean was fucking with us. "Sure, but I think we might find the conversation a bit one-sided."

"Not if we're tripping on some Dream Root."

"What?"

"You heard me."

Sam raised his eyebrows, "You wanna go dream-walking inside Bobby's head?"

"Yeah. Why not? Maybe we could help."

"We have no idea what's crawling around in there."

"Well how bad could it be?"

"Bad."

"Dude, it's Bobby," Dean countered.

I thought about it, weighing our options. It was either that, or risk Bobby getting torn to shreds by this Boogeyman. Sam nodded in agreement. "Yeah, you're right. One problem though. We're fresh out of African Dream Root, so unless you know someone who can score some..."

"Shit," Dean groaned.

I furrowed my eyebrows at him, "What?"

"Bela."

"Bela? Shit,” I mumbled, shaking my head at the prospect. “You're actually suggesting we ask her a favor?"

"I'm feeling dirty just thinking about it, but yeah."

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Sam's POV

I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hands, my head aching from staring at my laptop screen for what felt like forever. I glanced at my watch, counting down the seconds until I called Dean and Ellie to get back to the motel where I knew they were out just avoiding doing research.

Just as I brought my eyes back up to the screen, there was a knock at the door. Without thinking much about it, I pulled it open, but it wasn’t Ellie or Dean. I groaned as Bela sauntered inside. "Hey, Sam."

"Bela, I didn't think there's a chance in hell you'd show up,” I said honestly as she came to a stop in the middle of the room, her hands stuffed in the pockets of her knee-length jacket. Her legs were bare despite the cold weather outside.

"Well, I'm full of surprises,” she said. She sounded...different. “Though, truthfully...you wanna know why I'm really here?"

She took a step toward me as I took one back, almost reluctantly. She brought her hands down to the straps of her jacket tied around her waist. I swallowed thickly, "Okay."

"Because of you,” she said as she undid the knot and let the jacket fall off her shoulders, nothing but a black, silky, lacy, slip dress beneath it.

I desperately tried to keep my eyes on hers. "Uh...what are you doing?"

"I can't stop thinking about you,” she whispered as she brought her hand up to my cheek.

"What-" my questions were instantly silenced as she leaned forward and kissed me, the kiss deepening every second before I reluctantly pulled away. "Are you sure?"

Bela smiled up at me as she kissed me again. I brought my hands up to her arms as I turned us backwards, walking back until my legs hit the end of the bed and we fell together. Bela’s lips never left mine even as I rolled her over onto her back, kissing down her jaw to her chest and then all the way down her body.

"Sam,” she moaned, gripping my hair in a tight fist. “Sam. Sam!"

"Sam! Wake up!” A harsh voice rang through the room as my eyelids snapped open. The room was sideways from where I was leaning on my arm, drool making a steady stream down my chin and onto my wrist. My smile faded as I slowly sat up, wiping the spit from my face.

"Dude, you were out. And making some serious happy noises,” Dean said from behind me. I glanced over my shoulder where Dean was sitting in the motel arm chair and Ellie was sprawled out on the couch, the two of them marking up numerous sheets of paper.

"Who were you dreaming about?" Ellie asked, smirking.

"What? No one. Nothing,” I dismissed quickly, turning away from them.

"C'mon, you can tell us,” Dean prodded. “Angelina Jolie?"

"No."

There was a beat of silence before Ellie spoke, "Brad Pitt?"

"No. No! Guys, it doesn't matter,” I dismissed, wanting to change the subject altogether.

"Whatever,” Dean said, shrugging it off. "I called Bela."

I paused, slowly turning back toward him, trying to seem nonchalant but it just came out awkwardly. "Bela? Yeah? She- what'd she...you know, say? She...gonna...help us?"

"Shockingly, no, which puts us back to square one. I've been trying to decipher the doctor's notes. Unfortunately, he has worse handwriting than you do."

"You gonna come help with this stuff?" Ellie asked, chewing on the end of her pen, not looking up.

I shifted in my seat, hesitating, my heart still hammering behind my rib cage. "Yeah, yeah. Just give me a sec."

A series of knocks came from the motel’s door, the three of us looking up at it. Dean pulled his legs down from the coffee table in front of him, peering into the peephole before rolling his eyes at us and opening the door. "Bela. As I live and breathe."

I held my breath as Bela came inside, dressed in the same black raincoat she’d had on in my dream. I immediately became even more flustered. Ellie shot her a forced smile from across the room.

"You called me. Remember?" Bela reminded Dean as he shut the door behind her.

"I remember you turning me down."

"Well, I'm just full of surprises,” she smirked.

"Hey, Bela,” I breathed out, trying not to focus too hard on my dream and getting it mixed with reality. I gave her a quick wave before averting my eyes again.

Bela furrowed her eyebrows at me as she opened her purse, pulling out a large jar and passing it to Ellie who was leaning against the small table I was sat at. "I brought you your African Dream Root. Nasty stuff, and not easy to come by."

Ellie turned it over in her hands. "Why the sudden change of heart?"

"What? I can't do you a little favor every now and again?" Bela reached for the knot at the front of her jacket, undoing the belt as she slowly let the jacket slide from her shoulders. I held my breath, but instead of the small black slip before, now it was a dark blue long sleeve and pencil skirt. I let out somewhat a sigh of relief.

"No. You can't,” Dean retorted. "Come on, I wanna know what the strings are before you attach 'em."

"You said this was for Bobby Singer, right? Well, I'm doing it for him. Not you."

Dean raised his eyebrows at this, "Bobby? Why?"

Bela hesitated before speaking, "He saved my life once. In Flagstaff. I screwed up and he saved me, okay? You satisfied?"

Dean grinned, “Maybe."

Bela rolled her eyes to the ceiling but pushed his prodding away and beamed, "So when do we go on this little magical mystery tour?"

“Oh, that’s cute,” Ellie said. Dean took the jar from her hands. Bela gave her a puzzled look before looking to Dean.

“Dean—”

"Oh, you're not going anywhere. I don't trust you enough to let you in my car, much less Bobby's head,” he said as he made his way to the closet, opened the safe where the Colt was safely tucked inside and set the jar of African Dream Root beside it. He snapped the safe shut and spun the dial. “No offense."

"None taken,” Bela said, agitated. “It's 2AM. Where am I supposed to go?"

"Get a room. They got the Magic Fingers, a little Casa Erotica on pay-per-view. You'll love it." Bela was starting to visibly become angry when she realized we’d used her just like all the times she’s used us. She snatched her coat from the chair, huffing as she yanked the door open.

"Nice to see—” I started, standing just as the door slammed shut behind her. “...see you...Bela." Dean and Ellie glanced sideways at me, confused.

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Ellie’s POV

Dean and I sat at the end of each of the motel beds as Sam brought the glasses of the dream root mixture. It looked less than appetizing: a light brown and green liquid with white foam bubbling on top. I didn’t dare ask him what was floating around in it. I hesitantly took it from his hands, staring down into it as he sat beside me.

"Should we dim the lights and synch up Wizard of Oz to Dark Side of the Moon?" Dean grinned. Sam and I furrowed our eyebrows.

"Why?" Sam questioned.

A beat passed between them as Dean narrowed his eyes, “What did you do during college?"

Sam scoffed. Dean then began to bring the cup to his lips when Sam suddenly stopped him, "Wait, wait, wait. Can't forget this. Here."

Pulling a small manila envelope from his shirt pocket, he plucked out three very small, fine strands. He placed one piece into my open palm and then Dean’s. I examined it, wrinkling my nose, "What the hell is that?"

"Bobby's hair." I glanced at him, "We have to drink Bobby's hair?"

"That's how you control whose dream you're entering. You gotta...drink some of their uh...some of their body."

Dean looked down at his palm, "Well, guess the hair of the dog is better than other parts of the body."

I hesitantly agreed as I dropped the hair into the unknown mixture. I sighed, "Bottoms up."

We chugged the drinks as quickly as we could, trying not to process the rancidness of it. I winced, forcing myself to finish it completely. I pulled the glass away, swallowing the last of it.

A moment passed before Sam spoke up, "Feel anything?"

I wiped my mouth with the back of my sleeve. "No. You feel anything?"

"No,” Dean said, stumped. He looked into his empty cup. “Maybe we got some bad schwag."

The sound of rain hitting the window filled the room. I looked toward the drawn curtains. "When did it start raining?"

Dean stood from the bed, pulling the curtains apart. "When did it start raining upside down?"

Sure enough, the rain was climbing upward against the glass. Sam and I stood from the bed, turning when we realized we were no longer in the motel but a dark, crowded living room.

“Holy shit,” I whispered. “I think we did it.”

"Okay, I don't know what's weirder – the fact that we're in Bobby's head...or that he's dreaming of Better Homes and Gardens,” Dean said.

"Wait. Wait a second,” Sam said, narrowing his eyes at our surroundings. “Imagine the place without the paint job. More cluttered, dusty, books all over the place." We began to meander around the living room. Now that I was truly looking at it, it did feel familiar. The wallpaper, the couch, the pictures framed on the walls. Suddenly it hit me: “It's Bobby's house."

"Yeah," Sam chuckled. There was just one thing missing.

"Bobby?!" Dean called out, his voice reverberating off the walls.

"Bobby?" Sam called up the stairs, but nothing.

I continued walking throughout the living room when my eyes settled on the front door. "Hey, I'm gonna go look outside."

"No, no, no, stay close," Dean protested.

"I'll be fine. Just, look around in here," I protested. Dean still looked unsure. "Look, we gotta find him."

Dean still didn't seem like he loved the plan. "Don't do anything stupid."

I nodded once before pulling the back door open, stepping out onto the porch, instantly stopping in my tracks. It was daylight, when before the house was swimming in darkness. But that wasn't the weirdest part. The lawn was a bright green, trimmed closely to the sidewalk that led to the house, lined with pink, yellow and red tulips. I furrowed my eyebrows at the scene. For as long as we'd known him, Bobby's house never looked like this.

The sound of the door slamming shut behind me made me jump. I quickly turned, trying the doorknob that wouldn't budge. I pounded my closed fist against the wood. "Sam! Dean!"

I turned toward the windows when neither of them heard me. Inside, I could see Sam still investigating the living room, his back turned to me. The house was still dark inside, even though the curtains were drawn. I slapped my hand against the window. “Sam!”

When he still hadn't heard me, I huffed, descending the porch stairs. I knew I'd have to find another way back inside.

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Sam's POV

I pulled open the double doors that none of us had checked since we got here. I had a feeling I knew what was behind them, even though they'd since been taken out for as long as I've known Bobby. The doors led me into the kitchen, but it looked much different than I was used to. Light blue walls and pristine, sparkling white counter tops, placemats on a small, round dining room table. A damn cat clock was nailed to the wall.

"Bobby?"

As Dean and I walked deeper into the kitchen, I whipped around toward the door at the end of the hall. A quiet, murmuring voice coming from inside. I began to walk toward it when a familiar voice called us back. “Who's out there?"

Dean looked to the pantry, to me, and then back to the door. “Bobby, you in there?”

“Dean?”

“Yeah. It's me. Open up." The pantry door opened, Bobby, looking panicked, peered around the corner of the fridge.

“How in the hell did you find me?”

“We got our hands on some of that Dream Root stuff.”

Bobby's eyebrows furrowed, still looking for an unseen threat around the corner. “Dream Root? What?”

“Dr. Gregg, the experiments?” I said, trying to jog his memory.

“What the hell are you talking about?" Suddenly, the door across the hall began to shake violently as someone on the other side was banging on it. The lights above us started flickering. Bobby's eyes widened as he grabbed us, turning back toward the pantry. "Hurry.”

Dean stopped in place, “Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What's going on?”

“She's coming," he said, sounding terrified.

“You do know this is a dream, don't you?” I tried to reason, but it was no use.

“What are you, crazy!?”

“It's a dream, Bobby! None of this is real!” I shouted at him over the shaking doorframe when suddenly the door flew off its hinges. The pantry door behind us slamming shut. We were cornered.

“Does that look made-up?” He asked, pointing past us. I followed his terrified gaze as a woman, dressed in all white came through the doorway. Blood soaked her dress, open and leaking stab wounds covered her chest.

“Bobby, who is that?” Dean asked.

Bobby hesitated as the woman came closer. “She's...she's my wife.”

My heart sank. I always knew Bobby had been married before, but he refused to ever talk about what'd happened to her. She drew closer. “Why Bobby? Why did you do this to me?”

“I'd rather died myself than hurt you," Bobby said, pain laced throughout his voice. Mine and Dean's eyes bounced between the two of them.

“But you did hurt me. You shoved that knife into me. Again and again. You watched me bleed. Watched me die.”

Dean grabbed Bobby's jacket in an another attempt to shake something loose, “Bobby, she's not real!”

Bobby didn't take his eyes off what seemed to be a spirit. “You were possessed, baby. You were rabid. And I didn't know what I know now. I didn't know how to save you.”

“You're lying. You wanted me dead!" She shouted. "If you'd loved me, you would've found a way!”

“I'm sorry," Bobby pleaded before she ran at us at full speed. I gripped Bobby by his arm, yanking him back into the living room and slamming the sliding doors shut before she could make it through.

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Ellie’s POV

I followed the path of flowers around the house that lead to the back where there was a fenced-in garden, no sign of the junkyard that has always surrounded Bobby's house, since we've known him at least. I had just ducked under a clothesline hung with white sheets when I heard quiet footsteps behind me. I whipped around, but not quick enough to react to the bat being swung right at my chest. I fell to the ground, holding my shoulder where I'd been hit. I narrowed my eyes at the man above me. "Who are you?”

“Who are you? You don't belong here.”

“You're one to talk. You're in my friend's head.”

“You got a poor choice in friends. This is self-defense. He came after me. He wanted to hurt me!"

"That may be because you're a killer."I could tell now that this guy was my age, maybe even younger.

“You should be nicer to me. In here...you're just an insect. I'm a god.”

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Sam's POV

Dean and I threw ourselves up against the double doors. Bobby continued to look stunned as he stood helpless in the middle of the living room. The doors behind Dean and I shook as we gripped the doorframe, trying to keep her at bay. “I'm telling you, all of it. Your house, your wife, it's a nightmare!”

“I killed her," Bobby mumbled, not having even heard what Dean was trying to tell him. I looked to my left, noticing a wire dangling from a table lamp. I yanked it from the wall, pulling it free from the lamp.

“Bobby, this is your dream. And you can wake up," Dean said as I began to tied the wire around the double door's round knobs. "I mean, hell, you can do anything.”

The screaming continued on the other side of the door, the wood shaking against the pounding of her fists. I wasn't sure how much longer they'd hold.

“Just leave me alone. Let her kill me already.”

Dean had finally had enough, grabbing Bobby by the shoulders as he pulled him away from the doors. “Look at me. You gotta snap out of this now! You're not gonna die. I'm not gonna let you die! You're like a father to me." Dean was gripping the front of Bobby's jacket in his fists, pleading. His eyes were wide, searching Bobby's face. "You gotta believe me, please.”

Bobby hesitated, unsure of what to believe. “I'm dreaming?”

“Yes! Now take control of it.”

Bobby watched Dean for a moment before slowing his breathing, closing his eyes. It only took a second before the screaming and pounding stopped. I looked at the double doors. Slowly, I untied the wire and slid the doors apart. Sunshine shown in through the kitchen windows, no woman in sight.

“I don't believe it," Bobby muttered.

“Believe it," I said, turning back to him. "Now would you please wake up?"

In an instant, the three of us shot up in bed, back in the motel room.

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Ellie’s POV

We'd gotten the call almost immediately that Bobby was awake. Dean and I stayed behind in the hospital room as Sam went to go check on Jeremy, who Dean was able to decipher after I told them what I saw.

We were flipping through Dr. Gregg's case files when Dean finally spoke up, breaking the silence, “Hey, Bobby. That stuff with your wife...that actually happen?”

“Everybody got into hunting somehow," Bobby said. It was horrible hearing about Bobby's dream, about his wife. I realized now why he never talked about her. Part of me wished it was just a horrible nightmare and not his past catching up with him.

“I'm sorry," Dean said.

“Don't be sorry. If it weren't for you, I'd still be lost in there. Or dead. Thank you."

A beat of silence passed as him and Dean looked to each other before Sam came in through the open door. "So, stoner boy wasn't in his dorm. My guess is he's long gone by now.”

“He ain't much of a stoner," Bobby said, reading from Dr. Gregg's file on him. "His name's Jeremy Frost. Full-on genius. Hundred-and-sixty IQ. Which is sayin' something, considering his dad took a baseball bat to his head. Here's Father of the Year.” He handed Sam a printed copy of Henry Frost's driver's license. “He died before Jeremy was ten.”

“Looks like a real sweetheart," I said as Sam passed the picture to me. He reminded me a lot of the guys dad used to be friends with from the military: rugged, usually drunk.

“Injury gave him Charcot-Wilbrand," Bobby said. "He hasn't dreamt since.”

“Til he started dosing the dream drug," Dean said. “How'd he know how to dig up your worst nightmare and throw it at you?”

“Hey, he was rooting around in my skull. God knows what he saw in there.”

“How'd he get in there in the first place?" I asked. "Isn't he supposed to have some of your hair, your DNA, or something?”

Bobby nodded, “Yeah. Before I knew it was him, he offered me a beer. I drank it. Dumbest fuckin' thing.”

“Oh, I don't know," Dean chuckled nervously. "It wasn't that dumb.”

I turned to him, sensing his embarrassment, “Dean, you didn't.”

“...I was thirsty," he admitted.

Sam scoffed, “That's great. Now he can come after either one of you.”

“Well, now we just have to find him first.”

“We better work fast...and coffee up," Bobby said. "Because the one thing we cannot do is fall asleep.”

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2 Days Later.

Sam and I closely watched Dean whose been on edge all day. His hands were gripping the wheel so tightly that his knuckles were white. “I mean, this Jeremy guy's not a fuckin' ghost. Where the hell could he be?”

Sam glanced at me before looking back at Dean. “Dean, you sure you don't want me to drive? You seem a little...caffeinated.”

“Well, thanks for the news flash, Edison!” Dean shouted. I eyed the speedometer when Dean's phone rang. He fumbled with it as he pulled it from his pocket, frustration and caffeine making him clumsy. He snapped it open, “Tell me you got something!”

“Strip club was a bust, huh?” Bobby said on the other end.

“Yeah," I sighed, crossing it off our list. “That was our last lead.”

“What the hell, Bobby!” Dean shouted into the phone.

“Don't yell at me, boy. I'm working my ass off here!”

Dean tried to lower his tone, running a hand down his face. “Sorry, I'm sorry. I'm just...I'm- I'm tired. What's Bela got?”

“What do you got, Bela?" Bobby asked. We could hear her in the background, but not enough to make out what she was saying. "She's got nothing.”

“Great! Well, I'm just gonna go blow my brains out now!” Dean slammed the phone shut and threw it to the seat between him and Sam. He closed his fist, bring it up to his mouth when suddenly, he veered the car onto a hidden road. “Alright, that's it. I'm done." He threw the car into park and cut the engine, settling into the seat.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Taking myself a long-overdue nap.”

Sam's eyes widened, “What?! Dean, Jeremy can come after you.”

“That's the idea.”

“Excuse me?”

“Come on man, we can't find him, so let him come to me!"

“On his own turf? Where he's basically a god?”

“I can handle it," Dean huffed out, his eyes already closed and his arms crossed over his chest.

“Not alone, you can't," Sam said before quickly plucking a strand of hair from Dean's head. I followed suit. I wasn't gonna leave them to clean up this mess.

“Ow! What are you doing?” He yelped, grabbing at the back of his head.

“We're coming in with you," I said.

“No, you're not.”

"Why not? At least then it'll be three against one.”

Dean hesitated, looking to Sam and I, “'Cause I don't want you digging around in my head.”

“Too bad," Sam said already beginning to make the Dream Root mixture.

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I sat up first, blinking away sleep. We were still in the car. I nudged Sam and Dean who sat upright, looking around the small enclosed dirt road we fell asleep parked on. "What are we still doing here?”

“I have no idea," Dean said.

A sound came just outside the car. Sam looked to us, “There's someone out there.”

We quietly filed out of the car, listening for more signs of what we assumed would be Jeremy. Then, I heard the noise again, soft and melodic. It was...music?

Stars shining bright above you, night breezes seem to whisper 'I love you'.

“Hey," a voice said soothingly. The three of us turned. A woman, bathed in golden light despite the darkness consuming us, with dark hair and a yellow dress perched upon a plaid blanket. A picnic basket and bottle of wine were next to her. Dean froze in place at the sight of her. She smiled sweetly. I recognized her. Lisa. "You gonna sit down?”

Sam and I stood back. Dean gulped. Lisa patted the blanket and picked up the bottle of wine, refiling her glass. “Come on. We only have an hour before we have to pick Ben up from baseball.”

Say nighty-night and kiss me. Just hold me tight and tell me you'll miss me.

“I've never had this dream before," Dean muttered, looking at us over his shoulder. Sam and I continued to watch Dean, knowing he was bluffing. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“Dean," Lisa said. Dean looked longingly at her. "I love you.”

Dream a little dream of me.

Suddenly, the music cut out and the image of Lisa flickered until she was no longer in front of us.

“Where'd she go?” Dean breathed out.

We looked around the dense forest when Sam motioned toward the other side of the tree line. “Jeremy.”

Sam led the way, Dean and I following close behind. I kept my eyes trained on Sam's brown jacket, trying not to lose him as we dodged in and out of the trees. It wasn't until I'd happened to glance behind me when I realized Dean was nowhere to be found. I stopped, looking every which way, my chest quickly rising and falling. "Dean!?"

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Dean’s POV

One second, I'm trailing behind Ellie in the pursuit of Jeremy through the thick forest and the next second, I'm not in the forest at all. I slide to a stop before I run straight into the wall ahead of me, painted with green oak trees. I slowly turned around, knowing that this was a dream. Knowing that anything was possible.

I was in a long hallway, doors lining the walls on either side of me. I glanced at each one, but it wasn't until I'd reached the end when the door ahead of me creaked open on its own, seemingly inviting me in. I stepped inside, quickly realizing I was back where this all started: Bobby's motel room. A faint clicking noise came from the otherwise silent, dark room. It was a man, sitting at the desk. His back was facing me, clicking the desk lamp on...off...on...off.

“Jeremy?” I called out to him. The clicking stopped, leaving the desk light on. In the light, I could tell it wasn't Jeremy at all. The figure looked halfway over its shoulder before standing, confirming what I feared deep in my stomach.

“Hey, Dean," it said. It was wearing my clothes, had my voice, in my skin.

“Well, aren't you a handsome son of a gun.”

“We need to talk.”

I nodded as we began circling each other around the small room. “I get it. I get it. I'm my own worst nightmare, is that it? Kind of like the Superman III junkyard scene? A little mano y mano with myself?”

“Joke all you want, smart-ass," he said. It was unsettling to say the least. We stopped on opposite sides of the room. "But you can't lie to me. I know the truth. I know how dead you are inside...how worthless you feel. I know how you look into a mirror...and hate what you see.”

I ground my teeth, “Sorry, pal. It's not gonna work. You're not real.”

“Sure I am. I'm you.”

“I don't think so. 'Cause see, this is my siesta. Not yours. All I gotta do is snap my fingers and you go bye-bye," I said, ready to get this shit over with, knowing that the longer I stayed inside this part of my dreams, the longer Sam and Ellie would be alone to hunt down Jeremy. I snapped my fingers, expecting him to disappear. However, he only continued to stare back, solid as a rock. I snapped again and again before I realized it was no use. My hand fell to my side.

He smirked, as if he knew I'd try that. “I'm not going anywhere, and neither are you.” The door behind him slammed shut, the deadbolt locking into place. My heart rate began to pick up speed. He lifted a shotgun -- my shotgun -- that seemed to have materialized out of thin air. “Like I said...we need to talk.”

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Ellie's POV

Simultaneously, Sam and I shot up in our seats in the Impala, yet Dean stayed asleep. Sam grabbed him at the shoulder, trying to shake him awake, “Dean. Hey. Wake up.”

Instead, it was Jeremy in the front seat. Quicker than either of us could react, Jeremy used the end of his baseball bat to smash into Sam's shoulder so hard I heard an audible pop. He groaned in agony, opening the passenger side door as he rolled from the car. I quickly grabbed Jeremy in a headlock from behind, but he was faster. He grabbed me by my shoulders, yanking me over the front bench seat. My back landed hard against the dash board, making me suck in a painful breath of air. He stood from the car, pulling me out by my arms and dropping me to the forest floor. I scrambled to my feet, rounding the car to meet Sam but the unmistakable sound of the bat slicing through the air filled my ears before it came crashing down on the middle of my back. I crumpled to the ground next to Sam, the two of us shuffling away as quickly as we could from Jeremy who loomed over us.

“Boy, you just don't know when to leave well enough alone, do you?” He said, swinging the bat in circles.

“You're a psycho," Sam spit at him as we maneuvered backward on the forest floor.

Jeremy bared his teeth. “You're wrong.”

“Yeah? Tell that to Dr. Gregg.”

He scoffed, “The doc? No, no. The doc's the one that got me hooked on this stuff and then he took it away. But I needed it, and he wouldn't let me have it.”

“So you killed him?” I asked. Sam and I continued to kick at the wet grass beneath us to put as much distance between us and him but he continued to loom over us.

“I can dream again. Do you know what that's like, not to be able to dream? You never rest, not really. It's like being awake for fifteen years.”

“And let me guess," Sam said, holding his shoulder. "That makes you go crazy?”

“I just wanna be left alone. I just wanna dream.”

“Sorry," I said. "Can't do that.”

Jeremy paused, looking between Sam and I before suddenly we were forced flat onto the ground. I lifted my head, looking down at mine and Sam's hands that were tied with ropes and secured with large stakes into the ground. Our feet were bound at the ankles. I tried pulling, but the knots only seemed to tighten, digging into my skin.

Jeremy stepped forward, looking down at the bat in his hand. No doubt the same bat that put him in this situation in the first place. “I'm getting better and better at this. Stronger and stronger all the time." I looked to Sam, praying he had an answer to get us out of here. "But you two, your brother? You're not waking up. Not this time. I'm not gonna let you.”

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Dean’s POV

I didn't take my eyes off this other version of me. There was something off about him. We were circling each other again, like predators. “I mean, you're going to Hell and you won't lift a finger to stop it. Talk about low self-esteem. Then again, I guess it's not much of a life worth saving, now is it?”

“Wake up, Dean. Come on, wake up," I muttered to myself, unsure of where this was going. I knew that it wouldn't only be me that would die if I couldn't get back into my own body, but Sam and Ellie, too.

“I mean, after all, you've got nothing outside of Ellie and Sam," he went on, stopping in front of the desk. "You are nothing. You're as mindless and obedient as an attack dog.”

“Now that's not true," I said, trying to dismiss his words but knew I couldn't. This wasn't some monster trying to get into my head. This is my head.

“No? What are the things that you want? What are the things that you dream? I mean, your car? That's dad’s. Your favorite leather jacket? Dad's. Your music? Dad's. Do you even have an original thought?" He spat. I shook my head, trying to drown his words out. "No. No, all there is is, ‘watch out for Sammy and El. Look out for your siblings, boy!’ You can still hear your dad’s voice in your head, can't you?" He brought the barrel of the shotgun up to his temple, tapping it lightly. "Clear as a bell.”

“Just shut up," I warned, feeling a burning in my chest at his words because I knew, better than anyone, that they were true.

“I mean, think about it...all he ever did was train you, boss you around." He took a step closer. "But Sam and Ellie...them he doted on. Them, he loved.”

“I mean it. I'm getting angry," I warned again, but he went on.

“Dad knew who you really were. A good soldier and nothing else. Daddy's blunt little instrument. Your own father didn't care whether you lived or died. Why should you!?”

I reached my boiling point, shoving him so hard against his chest that he flew across the room and smacked the wall behind him. “Son of a bitch! My father was an obsessed bastard!”

He tried to get up but I was faster, kicking him square in the chest, sending him flying back against the stone. I grabbed the shotgun, shoving it against his chest and shoulders, keeping him pinned to the wall. “All that crap he dumped on me, about protecting Sam and Ellie, that was his shit! He's the one who couldn't protect his family!”

I swung the shotgun back, bringing it three times across his face and pinned him again. “He's the one who let mom die. Who wasn't there for Sam and Ellie! I always was! He wasn't there! I didn't deserve what he put on me. And I don't deserve to go to Hell!"

For one last time I pulled the shotgun away and pumped four rounds into his chest, blood spraying.

My chest rose and fell quickly as I stepped toward my own lifeless body, slumped against the wall of the motel. Suddenly, the figure's eyes snapped open, clicking to pools of black. I took a quick step back, my eyes wide. “You can't escape me, Dean. You're gonna die. And this? This is what you're gonna become!”

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Ellie’s POV

"Please, stop!" I begged over and over as Jeremy continued to bring the bat down over Sam's beaten body. He groaned in pain, trying to dodge the blows but it was no use. "Stop!"

Jeremy looked to me, his chest heaving as he brought the bat down, but this time swinging it at my sides. Air escaped my lungs as the blows continued to rain down.

"Jeremy, stop!" Sam pleaded, but it was like Jeremy was in a trance, or he didn't care, or maybe both.

He finally took a step back and I could finally catch my breath. The faint taste of blood at the back of my throat. He pointed his bat down at me, just inches from my face. “You can't stop me. There's nothing I can't do in here.”

“Because of the Dream Root," I gasped out. I definitely had a few broken ribs. "Well, you're forgetting something.”

Jeremy shifted, planting his feet on the ground on either side of my hips. He squared his own as he raised the bat over his shoulder once again, working up what looked like would be a lethal blow right to my head. My blood ran cold. “What's that?”

I smiled, feeling blood coating my teeth now. “I took the Dream Root, too.”

A booming voice sounded on the other side of the forest clearing. “Jeremy! Jeremy!”

Jeremy whipped around at the sound of the man's voice, panic replacing the blood-thirsty look in his eyes. “No. No...dad?”

“You answer me when I'm talking to you, boy," Henry Frost stepped closer to his son who took two steps back for each one his father ascended upon him.

With his guard down, the ropes vanished. Sam was on his feet in an instant, using Jeremy's own bat to collide into his face. I hurried to my feet, watching as Sam swung one last time, bringing the bat down onto Jeremy's skull.

I flew upright in my seat in the car, Sam and Dean following suit. I gripped my chest to steady my racing heart.

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We followed Bobby back into the motel room where Dean was just getting off the phone, turning to us, “Hey, you guys seen Bela? She's not in her room. She's not answering her phone.”

“She must've taken off or something," Bobby suggested.

“Just like that? It's a little weird," Sam said. “Yeah well, if you ask me what's weird is why she helped us in the first place," Bobby said.

I looked at him, confused, “I thought you saved her life.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“The thing in Flagstaff.”

Bobby raised his eyebrows, searching his memory. “That thing in Flagstaff was an amulet. I gave her a good deal, that's all.” Sam, Dean and I looked to each other. “You three better check your pockets.” Immediately, we patted the pockets of our coats and jeans. Bobby sighed. “Not literally.”

Suddenly, Dean widened his eyes as he turned directly toward the safe in the closet. “No, no, no, no.”

I watched in shock as he pulled the safe door open. Where once the Colt had been safely tucked inside, it was now gone. I clenched my jaw. “The Colt. Bela stole the Colt.”

“Damn it, kids!” Bobby shouted, shaking his head.

“Pack your shit," Dean said, grabbing the keys for the car. “We're gonna go hunt the bitch down.”

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Dean's POV

I glanced sideways at Sam as we stood at the trunk of Baby, zipping our duffles. “Hey, Sam. I was wondering. When you were in my head, what did you see?”

Sam shook his head, “Just Jeremy. He kept us separated from you. Easier to beat our brains out that way, I guess. What about you? You never said.”

I bit my tongue, thankful that was all he'd seen. “Nothing. I was looking for you two the whole time.”

I slammed the trunk shut, the two of us rounding the car and slid into the front seat. I turned the engine over, glancing in the rearview mirror to where Ellie was coming out of the motel, helping Bobby carry his things to his truck. My throat constricted. Although I'd hardly slept the last three days, I laid awake all last night, unable to get the image of me with black eyes out of my head. “Sam.”

“Yeah?”

I tossed around everything in my head that I wanted to say, “I've been doing some thinking, and...well, the thing is..." I paused, swallowing past the lump in my throat. "I don't wanna die. I don't wanna go to Hell.”

Sam was quiet for a minute before he nodded. I couldn't meet his gaze. “Alright. Yeah. We'll find a way to save you.”

I tried my best at a half-hearted smile but it came out as more of a grimace. I knew the chances were slim to none. “Okay, good.”

“You can't escape me, Dean.” The words rolled through my head again. I gripped the wheel. “You're gonna die.” I cranked the music louder in an attempt to drown out my own voice but it was no use. “And this? This is what you're gonna become!”

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minheelovelee · 1 year ago

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Could you write about &team nicho smut?

yes! i liked my a-z nsfw w epex, so i'll start that w my other groups as well. nicho first!

nsfw a-z: nicholas

warnings: nsfw :)

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

things can get quite rough when nicho is in charge. catching your breath is the first step. that cliché where two people pant and stare at the ceiling, then look to each other and smile. that's nicho.

he flips a switch and goes back to his silly self. he's a good boy, so he'll cuddle you real tight and whisper cute things in ur ear. also, he makes sure to clean u up with a warm towel.

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

he's quite confident in himself, so I don't think he has a favorite body part. he does like the way you hang off his neck and leave little bruises, though.

legs. he's a sucker for a long pair of legs. kisses everywhere! he also likes spending his time between them.

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

he doesn't mind getting messy at all. clean-up is an inevitable part of sex. he's fine cumming anywhere. inside, on ur face, in his hand. whatever you're most comfortable with, he'll do.

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

he wants to see you squirt. so bad. he won't tell you, because he knows that'll just make it harder. but he is obsessed with the thought. there are days when he doesn't tend to his own needs at all. his focus is on you. his fingers and mouth work your pussy until you can't go any further. then he'll fuck his hand and finish on your tummy, he's ready to try again tomorrow :)

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

it's hard to put a label on him. i think he knows a thing or two from porn and word of mouth. but has he ever experienced the real thing? i'm not sure.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

mating press. he wants to be so deep inside that you feel it in your tummy.

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

i don't think that he's all that goofy during sex. he's a silly boy outside the bedroom. but inside, he takes sex pretty seriously, especially if you're in a relationship.

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

i don't think he does much to clean up down there. he doesn't care at all. same goes for his partner. shave. don't shave. it's all the same to him. he eats starbursts even if there's a little wrapper left on it.

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

nicho is so romantic. in and out of the bedroom. there's so much build up to the actual deed. he'll spend hours loving up on you before he even gets his clothes off. sex actually means a lot to him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

he jacks off at least once a week. i think his needs are quite high when he doesnt have a way to channel them.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

dirty talk. he's nasty. he lives to see your reactions when he says wild things. if you're not reacting how he expected, he'll push further. even he is surprised by the words that leave his mouth. he's so naughty.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

bathroom. he likes the false feeling of security. anyone can come in or bang on the door to ask what's happening. seeing how scared you are by the idea of getting caught turns him on. he doesn't really care if he gets caught. eventually they'll leave.

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

he likes to feel powerful. there's something so special about having control over someone. he takes that role seriously.

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

he hasn't tried everything yet, so he can't say.

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

bro loves getting head. he likes it sloppy and rough. he might even take away your control, fucking your face the way he wants.

he's not bad at giving, either. he's a fan of face sitting.

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

he's so rough. he can't help it, just feels too good. you might have to ask him to slow down or let up on his thrusts, bc it can be quite a lot.

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

he would be totally fine with quickies. he would do just about anything to get his dick wet. if that means pulling you into the bathroom for a quick fuck, so be it.

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

he would be fine with just about anything. he's an open-minded person and believes that you can't say no to something unless you've tried it.

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

up to two. usually he'll just want to cum once. sex is pretty hot and sweaty with him, so you might be too tired to go more than two rounds.

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

he's a fan of toys. he likes a bit of bondage, so he probably owns handcuffs or a cute ribbon for that purpose. he probably has a vibrator to use on you and sometimes himself. i also feel like he got a vibrating cock ring as a gift. lol.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

he's such a tease. it's unreal. he never stops talking, always filling the air with some sort of sound. his teasing words are next level, he'll say some real nasty stuff sometimes.

orgasm control :( he'll make the situation all about you. letting you have his fingers and tongue bc you're so good. then he'll rip it away once you're close. he's mean like that. he edges himself too, so he can last longer.

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

like i said before, he doesn't stop talking. but when he makes sounds of pleasure, it usually consists of groaning and hissing. when you do something he really likes, then you'll hear his cute moans.

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

he's so embarrassing. being in the dorms with him is a nightmare. he doesn't care if the boys hear you. hell, he doesn't care if they see you. he'll eat you out on the kitchen counter in the middle of the night if that's what he wants. that's fun and all, but when fuma comes to get a drink,,,,, and sees you,,,,, that's not fun.

and sometimes he imitates your moans. if you let one slip out when ur supposed to be quiet, he'll repeat it louder. he thinks its funny...

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

he's pretty average in length and width. he fits his body proportions well. he might be a little longer than most, but he's relatively thin and has a nice vein that runs down the side.

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

he has a high sex drive. not as high as others, but high enough where sex is an important part in a relationship.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

he usually gets his energy back quickly and can stay up for a while. he might just lay in bed after, but he can lie awake and talk for hours.

#mhll &team #mhll nicholas #&team smut #mhll hits

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industrialpityangels · 19 days ago

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handwriting analysis that i gotta type all over again fuck you tumblr

heres my handwriting [Vinny]. Im much more comfortable writing sharp and bold letters because its quick. I’d say it’s pretty neat and doesn’t really have a lean. The way i write my g’s and y’s are specific. The g’s are usually started from the top and i go to the end of the tail and connect it from there instead of doing it in one go. My y’s just don’t have that tail. I unintentionally connected the letters W and h [who] but i will intentionally connect any double letters [f’s and t’s like in words affect or matter]. The way i write my a’s is very specific and sometimes look like triangles [both lower and upper case A’s are done in one go instead of writing the main body and THEN the stem]. My S’a are also compressed at the top, at times looking like when i write the number 5.

Then there’s handwriting from when im disoriented. Depending on WHO is “fronting” when disoriented it can vary but usually this happens when i don’t know who i am. Idk who wrote this but you can see in my handwriting when im trying to “stay front” [which is only in quotations because idk what i have or if i should even use those terms. def not endo tho]. Its much more sloppy and inconsistent when it comes to writing certain letters or leaning. Because of it, i’ve confused it for Hange’s and Sickly’s handwriting

these are written by who i assume to be Hange [left] and Sickly [bottom passage on the right.

Compared to my own, Hange’s writing is softer. Letters such as lowercase e’s or a’s are rounder. Though it is a bit messy from the random light wisps that are between letters. A lot of their letters are connected and have no real consistency. They also tend to rush while writing. Sickly on the other hand is closer to cursive. it’s not intentional but because when they’re more active the body feels much more tired, they do the bare minimum. They have no real handwriting style and rather writes what our hand writes first. Including if its closer to my style or Engel’s. It’s whatevers easy on the wrist. Though because they only do the bare minimum, they are very prone to fucking up words, jumbling them, and trailing off. They also tend to write nonsense because of how they think [theyre rhe reason we fall into the same delusion every other month], idk if the example shows that but its happened before. Though sometimes because of general dissociation or because of their handwriting, i sometimes confuse it for either them two or just being disoriented. [for hange it isn't super obvious but the way the body feels when they write is similar because they rush]

Then theres Engel. Engel is mostly cursive writing and at times it's the only thing that gives any indication of how active they are [other than their general irritability and some behaviors], which is why sometimes we start off with my own handwriting [because im usually the one fronting] but she notices how annoying she thinks it is and just writes in a way thats comfortable for her. These examples are a little sloppy. Theres a consistent lean to the right and letters such as g's and y's have a more dramatic tail, especially if a word ends with either one. None of the words are connected but the letters usually are. Here and there she'll mess up a bit. They struggle at writing letters like k,x, and z sometimes because it's not super common. The left is their normal handwriting and the right is when me [vinny] and her were struggling on who to let front, so its messy and jumbled.

Honorable mentions: Gideon [left] and Dizzy [right]. They don't write super often and if they have, its not enough for me to fully sit there and analyze it. Gideon's writing is also similar to Hange's based on their limited examples so i could also just be mixing up the two, but this is the one example i know for sure is from Gideon. His writing is neat and doesn't have as much wisps as Hange's writing [or at least ones that seem out of place and are super obvious. It's hard to see the wisps on Hange's writing but they're there]. At times his writing is closer to cursive [like the word mere]. You can tell what Dizzy's "role" is just by their handwriting. They struggle holding writing utensils in a comfortable way, and when they do, it has to be thick [their favorite is this jumbo crayon that was found]. They want to write fancy but struggle with it which is why the y looks like that. They also harshly dot their i's, which is why it either forms a small line or just makes a lollipop.

I'm mostly writing this for myself and because its something i caught onto recently. I'm also gonna use this as reference for my next screening lol.

#plurality #only using front in quotations because im not diagnosed with anything #i also don't know if i'm being delusional or if they're actually alters #im absolutely not endo though

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uravichii · 3 years ago

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highschool crush! [part 2]

ー bnha boys crushing on you in highschool

character/s: bakugo katsuki (again🧍‍♀️), todoroki shouto, shinsou hitoshi, kirishima eijirou

genre: fluff, mutual pining, just,,, fluff

notes: why's this so long 😦 thank u @uxavity for letting me use ur own y/n moment for kirishima >:) and also to the 3 gremlins for helping me choose the header pic 🤩

part one!

bakugo katsuki, who's quick to stand closely behind you when he sees mineta in your vicinity, making sure he doesn't gawk at even the slightest trace of your skin or a single strand of your hair.

bakugo katsuki, who's normally the first one to jeer at anyone's childish antics, stares intently at a tiny piece of paper on his desk where you had written, "bakugo is ugly :)" and a sloppy doodle that's supposed to be his face. he tears another page from his notebook, and soon you and katsuki have started writing harmless jabs to each other everyday in tiny scraps of paper. you've lost count of the names he's called you, but he's never called you ugly, no matter how often you've playfully tossed that word at himー it's the one thing he refuses to call you.

bakugo katsuki, who mentally curses himself for feeling so giddy over a pencil you've lent to himー he finds himself holding the pencil so delicately in his hand, as he does too with all the little scraps of paper he's gotten from you that he's secretly kept all this time.

bakugo katsuki, who tugs your school bag off of your shoulders, swiftly catching you by the small of your back when you lose balance from the sudden pull. when he swings your bag over his shoulders and starts walking a steady pace ahead of you without a word, it takes you a few seconds before you realize he's just decided to walk you home today (and the days after if you'd let him.)

todoroki shouto, whose quiet, mundane gestures for you feel the most intimate, like when he simply holds the door open for you, or when he slides his table closer to yours so he could share his book with you when you'd left yours at home, or even just walking up behind you to zip up your bag that you left openー it's your thankful smile that gets his heart racing, no matter how many times he does these gestures for you everyday.

todoroki shouto, who stares at you in adoration while you're taking a nap on your desk in between classes. he panics a little when the teacher comes in, so he lightly taps your table to wake you up, and when that doesn't work, he tugs the hem of your sleeve gently until you wake up. shouto doesn't really know if you're okay with him touching you without your knowledge.

todoroki shouto, who gets bold enough to sit next to you on the common area's couch, but still leaves a respectful, timid space from you. he doesn't move to a new seat when the others squeezed themselves in beside you, scooting you closer to shouto until your arm and thigh's pressed against his. he only looks over to your face, smiling in relief to see no signs or motions that you're uncomfortable. shouto has no idea though, how easily he just set your cheeks aflame from the long, searing gaze he held at your face that was only inches from his.

todoroki shouto, who finally decides to take midoriya and uraraka's adviceー you'll go home the one day to find a neatly folded paper inside your bag that happens to be a love letter, then you'll finally stop wondering why he took so long zipping up your bag for you before you left, and why he looked unusually tense when you turned to thank him.

shinsou hitoshi, whose heart starts racing immediately once he recognizes your voice from behind when you start greeting your friends in the hallway a good morning, pounding even more when you walk past him and he catches a whiff of your cologne. when you greet him too, you're a little wounded when he doesn't even spare you a glance, but hitoshi just doesn't want you, of all people, to see him miserably failing to compose his flustered self.

shinsou hitoshi, who somehow remembers the exact time you usually arrive at school. you'd find him walking in front of your classroom in a weird, unsteady pace, and since he's already there "by chance", he opens the door to your classroom for you. "i was already here so ..." ー is what he says when you thank him, but the next morning when you arrive a little earlier than usual, you find him speed-walking a few steps ahead of you just so he could open the door for you again.

shinsou hitoshi, who's unconsciously made a habit of peeking at your classroom from the hallway whenever he has the chance to. his classmates and monoma eventually take notice of this, and he's had to put up with monoma's pestering since.

shinsou hitoshi, who still feels bad about ignoring you the last time, so he decides to be the first one to greet you one morning, but he only musters a tiny wave of greeting with his hand before meekly finding its way back to the nape of his neck when you start waving back at him. he's still not used to how easily you fluster him with just that cheery smile of yours.

kirishima eijirou whose friends could catch his attention immediately with just a single mention of your name. his face beams with excitement when he talks about you, and when ashido points out the obvious, “you really like y/n, huh?” his toothy grin narrows down to a lighter, softer one, "y/n's just... amazing! and cool and manly and also really reeally pretty!" it had to take a couple of threats from bakugo to get eijirou to stop babbling about you, and he also had to beg kaminari and sero to stop snickering and nudging him everytime he tries to talk to you.

kirishima eijirou, who's frantically, but sincerely apologizing to you after his friends had nudged him too hard that he crashes into you, almost toppling over if it weren't for the quick reflex of his arms catching your fall. you can't really seem to focus on any of the apologetic words that spill from his mouth though, when you can still feel the warmth around your shoulders and your waist from where he had just touched you and held you so protectively in his arms.

kirishima eijirou, who proudly says your name when asked who he thinks is the prettiest person in the class during a game of truth or dare.

kirishima eijirou, who's the first one to lend you a pen when he sees you've lost yours. he's ridiculously happy to lend you his, even attaching a little note that says, "you can borrow my pen, y/n :D also the thing i just said when we were playing truth or dareー i really did mean that. you're very very pretty :)"

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r4in-nsfw · 3 years ago

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PUNZ NSFW ALPHABET

Not sure for the next one if i should do Sub!Karl or Dom!Karl so lmk

NSFW UNDER CUT

also as of tomorrow I will be taking a month break from tumblr for my mental health, but when i come back i'll be better than ever

A-aftercare

Because he's such a rough person, the aftercare is so soft it gives you a toothache, he's grabbing you ice for the bruises he left, feeding you and giving you water, praising you for how well you did for him. 'did so fucking well love, so good for me' rubbing your sides and playing with your hair as you cuddle.

B-body part

Boobies, he loves big boobies. tit fucking them too, he loves just laying on them, he could suffocate if he really wanted too. loves when your wearing low cut shirts too, stares at them for hours

C-cum

Literally loves breeding you, cumming inside you is number one but he'll also cum on your tits, painting them and seeing his marks on you. the thought could make him cum untouched.

D-dirty talk

My mans alwaysss dirty talking you, mumbling stuff to you to get you riled up. he loves seeing how weak it makes you. 'such a disgusting slut yeah? gonna fucking mark you up doll. make you all mine'

E-experience

im gonna just say when he met u was the biggest manwhore ever, hooked up with everyone, so he has tons of experience. but as soon as you two became official he became so devoted to you it kinda worried you

F-favorite posistion

COWGIRL OML THAT MAN LOVES WHEN U RIDE HIM. Another one is doggy, grabbing your ass and leaving moon shaped marks on your hips when he grabs them <3

G-goofy

nah nah, he's not goofy, hes super serious, especially when he's super needy, just ripping your clothes off without a word. other times he'll crack a joke here and there. but yeah most times hes so focused he completely forgets about everything else

H-hair

Um tbh i don't think he cares enough to shave alot, he trims sometimes. but he doesn't really care. occasionally he'll shave because i can get annoying sometimes

I-intimacy

Yknow, sometimes he'll be super intimate, taking his time, whispering soft praising words but other times he's not so intimate. and literally just destroying you..

J-jerking off

I don't think he cares about how much he jerks off, but he does quite a bit, he also struggles a bit with porn which you try to help him with by sending him pics of you or when ur available jerking him off yourself.

K-kink

Tbh, him being a Hard!dom in my opinion, i think hes really into temp play, Breeding, Public play, Orgasm Control/Denial, Pain play, and maybe even pet play if your down for that.

L-location

Mans will take you anywhere, but like anyone, he prefers the privacy of his or your bedrooms.

M-motivation

What really gets him going is when you kiss his neck, he loves the sloppy, half-hearted kisses you give him when your tired or in the mood, just drives him crazy.

N-NO

Literally nothing, he's up for anything tbh, like he'll do pretty much whatever you wanna try.

O-oral

actual prefers when he gives u head, literally gets so pussy drunk, eating you out for hours as you cum on his face over and over. also loves when u go down on him, when you look up at him with a innocent look in your eyes. ugh he could die from just that.

P-pace

Fast, usually really fast and rough, taking you from behind he'd garb your wrist and pull them back for leverage to thrust faster. god he loves fucking you into the mattress so roughly. but some days you guys just need some soft sex. like everyone does.

Q-quickie

Not to big a fan of them. but if he needs to he will. he'd much rather take his time and do all the things he wants to you.

R-risk

When it comes to trying new things he's all for it. but sometimes if things don't go well he'll apologize profusely. making you giggle 'its not your fault baby'

S-stamina

mans has so much stamina its crazy, could go for round after round till you can't fucking speak.

T-toy

he doesn't really use toys, but he has a few for you when you want them. he just doesn't see the point in them. like why would u get toys when u have him? thats his mindset.

U-unfair

oh my god he's always teasing you. running his hands up your bare skin, watching you squirm and plead for him. loves seeing what a mess his small touches do to you. literally drives him nuts.

V-volume

Not really loud, he'll whisper vulgar things to you under his breath and occasional curses and groans will fall from him. 'god so dirty for me, you like the way i stretch you? huh?'

W-wild card

As already said he watches porn, and has totally paid for it before even though he tried to deny it.

X- Xray

he's uncircumcised, pretty average with a slight curve to his cock. not big but its there.

Y-yearning

mans sex drive is so high, he could fuck you everyday if you let him, which most times you do, like said he could go for multiple rounds as well.

Z-zzz (how fast they fall asleep)

He stays up a lot actually, making sure your ok before taking care of himself. always wants to make sure your safe and comfortable first.

#punz imagine #punz x reader smut #punz smut #dsmp smut #mcyt smut #mcyt x reader smut

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stevesbbg · 3 years ago

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[A.G.] 𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭

A/N: my first post! hopefully you all like this thing i cooked up in my noggin /╲/\( •̀ ω •́ )/\╱\

TW: mentions of Gwen dying, a few swear words, one thing that could sound like a dirty joke?? and talking about panic attacks/fighting.

A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

He loves to cook with you (Especially breakfast). He really just likes doing domestic things with you because it comforts him.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

he loves everything about you, but his favorite thing is your smile. He's always doing little things to make you laugh so he can see it.

C uriosity - Whats one thing they want to ask their s/o but haven't yet?

He really wants to know why you're with him. He knows he's a nice dude, but he still has his doubts. He really can't wrap his head around your love for him.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He really wants to retire as spiderman and start a family with you, but he doesn't want to leave New York in the hands of bad people. It's definitely an internal battle with himself.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

Peter's definetly the dominant one, but after fighting all night he likes it when you take care of him *wink wink*

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

He would say something dumb without thinking and apologize right away. He would make sure you woke up the next morning with breakfast in bed and some flowers *sob*

it would be very easy to forgive whoever it was who hurt the other person because you two never fight over anything serious :')

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

he's so incredibly grateful for you. Aunt May raised him to be thankful, so he's always very polite and lets you know how much he appreciates the things you do.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

After telling you about him being Spiderman, there were no more secrets. Besides the occasional surprise party and gifts, you two knew everything about each other.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

Being with you fuels him to do better in the world. After Gwen, Peter lost hope in the world. When he met you, you sparked the need to save New York again.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

He notices the people who look at you, but he knows your his and that he is yours. Although, one time he got a little dramatic and scared a guy in his spiderman costume because he got a little touchy with you.

K iss - Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?

He's an intense kisser. He kisses with passion and intent. Your first kiss with him was when he confessed how he felt. You two were drunk, so it was a little sloppy, but it was perfect.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

You and him were watching a movie that had come out a few weeks ago. Peter was sipping on some wine (he's a wine drinker, fight me.) and got the courage to open up about how he felt. He probably talked for 30 mins about how he loved you, and he was so happy to know that you loved him back.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

This boy wants nothing more than to get down on one knee and marry you on the spot. He's so whipped- He would definitely do the spiderwebs on the bridge thing like he did with Gwen (For story sake, pretend like he didn't do that with Gwen). Being married to Peter would be magic, too. He would get a second job (Photography doesn't pay that well *sob*), save up and buy a nice house, and raise a family with you.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

He likes the classics like baby, darling, and angel. One time he tried to call you weird nicknames to see if you noticed ("my little toe fungus <3), but it didn't last long.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

His love language is gifts. Expect 3 different bouquets of flowers, shiny new books, and other misc. items at your doorstep. (He'd never tell you where he got all the things from, but he got them from people who he had saved.)

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Peter loves bragging about you any chance he gets. He loves PDA as well because he's proud to be with you, but if you don't dig it as much, he'll tone it down to a simple kiss on the cheek or holding your hand.

Q uirk - Some random ability they have that’s beneficial in a relationship.

One quirk Peter has is being able to make anything into a joke or a pun. It definitely helps lighten the mood, especially when you've had a bad day.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

He's in between cliche & creative! He loves watching movies with you, but you'll end up watching them somewhere like on the empire state building. He makes it work.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He's your number one fan no matter what. He'll leave sticky notes on your bathroom mirror every few days with motivational sayings (you got this lovebug! <3), and cute doodles of you two. He loves helping you with anything and everything.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

Peter likes routine. Since his nights are always unexpected, he likes being able to be in control of his days. You two have a pretty flexible routine though, so if a sporadic shopping spree happens, you guys can work around it.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

There's some things he isn't as good at, but he knows you pretty damn well. He can always tell if your upset or hungry. He can usually make you feel better super quick as well.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it’s worth in comparison to other things in their life?

You mean the world to Peter. If he lost you, he probably wouldn't make it. He would rather lose all this limbs and chop his nose off than lose you.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

Peter is actually a really good singer! He loves singing with you, whether it be singing you to sleep, in the car, in the shower. He just loves singing with you :')

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

When you guys are home, you're the tree to his sloth. He's always got his hands around you somehow. He loves giving you forehead kisses and giving you all the love he can (totally not because he's scared of losing you </3).

Y earning - How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?

Facetiming every night, constantly blowing up your phone, learning new things to show you when you get back from trips.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

If you asked him to jump out of an airplane to prove that he loved you, he would. If you asked him to burn in a big fat glob of lava to prove how much he cares about you he would. The point is, HE WOULD DO ANYTHING! Sometimes you have to hold peter back and remind him being peter is enough.

#peter parker x reader #andrew garfield #spiderman x reader #marvel x reader #mcu x reader #fluff #andrew!spiderman #andrew!spiderman x reader #spiderman x you #peter parker x you #spiderman headcanon #mcu headcanons #romance #peter parker headcanon #peter parker imagine #spiderman imagine #peter parker x black!reader #peter parker x male reader #peter parker x stark!reader

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imfiguringitoutlovely · 3 years ago

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Gang orca x a male reader whos quirk is that he's really snake like. Winter is here and reader is getting super sluggish and sleepy bc of the cold! Please and thank you!!

gang orca with his sleepy snake sboyfriend

pairing: gang orca x male!reader (he/him)

genre: fluff, light comfort

warnings: gang orca, he needs a warning, he makes me have my happy shivers and i love him please love him he deserves it

author's note: i love this man so DAMN MUCH THANK YOU SM FOR THIS-

also, y'all, plz feek free to send in requests! i can't guarantee i'll get to them quick, but i will get to them. there are some that will take me longer for education/research purposes, but i want to be as inclusive as possible, and part of that is having an idea of what y'all would like to see. i love you all!! ❤️

EDIT: i came in to edit bc i wrote this at 2 am and i can see where the exhaustion started beating me-

so he's. a mammal. 🧍 he's warm-blooded. but that doesn't mean he hasn't built up a tolerance for extreme weather conditions. being a hero means working year-round, no excuses or real exceptions unless you're out of commission.

so when you two first met during a fight in the winter months, he was kinda confused as to how you became a hero- especially with how you quickly climbed the charts over the summer without even a slight issue.

you just seemed so... off. and it wasn't until afterwards that he even considered how your quirk effects your body. he was honestly surprised that you still had to be out there when your body was basically trying to get you to shut down just being out in that temperature.

"ah, pardon me if this is a rude question, but-"

"pardon me for cutting you off, but the answer is that i can still fight. i may be a little more sloppy, but we caught the villain, right?"

the way you only took a few moments to warm yourself before rushing back into action was when he first started feeling something.

and eventually you two started talking outside of work, getting to know each other and developing an incredibly deep bond over how you fear being outcasted because of how your quirks scare others off.

it grew. and it grew. and now, here you are, three years later living in the same apartment and proudly wearing the title of the oddest, most surprising power couple of your time.

obviously, after so long, he's educated ss to why you get the way you get in the cold. now his concern is trying to avoid that, especially during hero work.

at first it starts with gentle reminders when he's checked the weather.

reminders like:

"[Name], make sure to take your jacket."

"yeah, it's starting to get colder out. do you have the right clothes?"

"please make sure to take time to warm up when you can, alright, dear?"

but as it gets colder, s t r e s s.

but this is kugo sakamata. is he going to show you stress by smothering? no. no, instead:

cuddles.

HEAR ME OUT-

in the winter months, he's a lot more aware of the areas of the city you cover. he stays alert during patrolling to reassure himself that you aren't curled up in an alley starting to freeze to sleep-

a lot of times it can be frustrating to you because you want to be independent. you want to be able to do hero work without burdening others, especially the man you love most. but then you realize he has a point, and you're caught in this awkward space of wanting independence but needing help. :((

because of this, you start re-developing insecurities of your quirk, which sucks because you were just starting to get past them.

"uh- kugo?"

"hm?"

"you can't notice the - uh... the..."

"shedding?"

"yeah..."

he hates how much you look down on yourself and your quirk, and he honestly wishes he could change society.

a lot of times, he'll reassure you verbally

"you don't need to feel ashamed. it's natural."

"kugo- please-"

"i can't tell. i promise. but even if i could, it wouldn't matter. you're a hero, [Name]. if people can't get over the fact that it's part of the same amazing body of the hero who's saved hundreds - if not throusands - of lives, that's not your fault."

but other times, when he notices it's just not cutting it-

he'll cuddle you-

and in the winter? he's killing multiple birds with one stone (RIP hawks 😔)

not only does he get the satisfaction and reassurance of holding you, but you feel comforted and it's helping better regulate your body temperature. it works as a momentary state of brumation (i learned so much abt snakes bc of this i-) and you're able to relax against him as you soak in as much body heat necessary.

when he CAN'T be around to cuddle you, he makes sure 100% that:

you get cuddles when you get home. he will pull you into his arms as soon as you walk in, and at that point you give into it. most of the time you straight up fall asleep because your body feels two times more worn that it does on the worst summer days.

your winter uniform is always ready to go. he will never let you go on patrol on cold days without that gear. he's not controlling, but that's the one thing he just can't let you do. if your uniform for some reason isn't ready, you're staying home

"darling, it's my job. i have to go, winter outfit or not-"

"without your winter outfit, you won't be able to function on your way down the block, let alone through a fight."

"... i hate it when you're right... you really are such a dilf."

"dilf?"

"...nevermind... anyways, since i'm trapped, might as well keep me warm?"

he cuddles you until he HAS to go on patrol, and when that happens, he tucks you in with three big, warm blankets and adjusts the temperature control to keep the home extra warm for you.

before you move in, he gets a special mattress that also includes mild temperature control.

he literally does everything to make sure you stay warm.

if for any reason things don't work out, he will immediately know. other pros already know to contact him ASAP if they see you unable to perform.

he picks you up, takes you back to the agency, sits you by a heater and wraps one of his big suit jackets around you,,

so warm, so gentle 😩

and yes, hot chocolate/tea.

overall, 10/10, will cuddle you again

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motivatedtocry · 4 years ago

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Obey me! Leviathan x GN! MC

Want Another Kiss?

Just MC trying to give Levi lots of kisses and love. Gets a little spicy at the end, though. 👀

Word Count: 1.8k

᯽ Part Two

| WARNING | Brief NSFW.

Levi was probably the most adorable out of all of the brothers.

At least in your eyes.

You can't say that you liked him from the beginning, though. He was sort of a jackass when you first met. Well, all of the brothers were, simply put. Calling you a normie? You were nothing but a normie!

If only he would've known then.

You shake your head, realizing that you will get nothing from going back to unpleasant memories. Instead, you look up. Leviathan was in his natural state; with his headphones well placed, sitting comfortably in his chair playing videogames on his computer. You, on the other hand, were sitting on the ground not too far behind him. You asked him if you could borrow his console to play for a bit and he agreed. It was just like the Nintendo Switch you had back at home.

You have gotten used to spending time in his room. After getting to know each other, Leviathan came soon to realize that you have a lot of things in common. From reading manga to staying up late playing videogames or watching anime. You smiled and giggled quietly. By default, it made you happy that the person you liked enjoyed the same things you did.

"Did you say something, MC?" Leviathan's voice surprises you. You were so deep in thought that you didn't notice his match was already over. He was holding part of his headset behind one of his ears, slightly turned in your direction still sitting on his chair. You shake your head and respond.

"No. I was talking to myself." you excused.

He shrugged. "Okay. I'm gonna play another match. If you're hungry, you know where the snacks are." He slightly smiles at you, turning around once again to face his computer."

And just before he could start, you called on him.

"Actually, Levi..." he answered with a little 'mhm?', giving you the cue to proceed. "Could you come here for a second?"

You didn't see it, but he frowned just before getting up from his seat. You moved back a bit to give him space to sit on the ground along with you. He ended up sitting in front of you, looking at you curiously.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"I want to try something out with you." You murmured, getting closer to Leviathan. Close to the point where your knees touched his. You both were sitting with your legs crossed, so there was still a decent distance between the two of you.

The tone of your voice plus the distance that Leviathan now had you, had him slowly becoming a nervous wreck. A bright pink spread across his face, his imagination getting the best of him as he thought of what you might mean. It was no secret that you liked each other, you both had already confessed some time ago. He still couldn't quite believe it, but he accepted it.

"T-Try something out?"

You nod, smiling sweetly at him as you reached for his hands. You knew he was nervous. Hell, you were a bit nervous yourself. For that reason, you took the time to hold his hands, rubbing your thumbs over the base of these in an attempt to calm him down.

Which, in your mind, it worked completely. Leviathan looked at his hands between yours and he could swear he can hear the fast beating of his heart ringing in his ears. He worried that you could hear it, too, and that's why he wanted to let go of your hands. He was still not very used to physical touch from other people. But he was more worried that he will make you feel bad. So, he stayed in his position and waited for you to talk.

"Do you want me to let go of your hands?" you softly asked.

Leviathan started to panic. "N-No! I mean, yes, b-but not because of what you think! I-I like your touch, y-you can touch me anywhere! Wait! T-That s-s-sounds so...!"

"Levi." You called before he could even finish. "Breathe." You reminded him, holding back a laugh because of how cute you thought he was acting.

He did as told. As you started to become closer, you both started working on ways for Leviathan to properly communicate when he got flustered. You found it cute, but it must be very frustrating for him. He has a hard time expressing how he feels.

"I know what you're trying to say. I'm just holding your hands to make you feel calm." He let out a small 'oh' in response. If he was already embarrassed, he was now even more embarrassed. He intended to apologize, but froze after he heard you talk.

"Would you like me to kiss you?"

"K-K-Kiss?!" His voice trembled.

Leviathan has stopped working.

"K-Kiss me?! T-That's such... normie behavior! I-I don't know if I can-" he stopped himself. Too flustered to even continue what he was saying. He was so red that he could feel it. Was it always this hot in his room?

"If you don't want to, that's oka-"

"I want to!" He responds louder than he had planned, almost jumping on you while he tightened the grip around your hands. This scared you a little, and he noticed sooner than later. These are not hours to be screaming. "I-I want to," he says now more quietly as he lets go of your hands; placing his between his legs.

You smiled at him once again, changing your sitting position to a more suitable one to get closer to Leviathan. "I'm going to give you different types of kisses, and you're gonna tell me if you're comfortable with it or not. Okay?"

"O-Okay."

"Come closer, then."

He, again, does what he is told, leaning closer to you. He was really tensed, his lips were a thin line and his eyes were close shut so tightly that it was almost concerning. You chuckled, proceeding to plant a small kiss on the tip of his nose.

"Eh?" You heard him say as he opened his eyes.

Smiling, you ask, "what did you think of that one?"

"E-Eh? l-I liked it. I just thought...."

You just barely lean your head to the side, faking innocence and confusion. "You thought...?"

"N-Nothing!" He answers and you let out a soft laugh.

"Are you ready for the next kiss?" You ask.

He nods, closing his eyes again; awaiting. You both lean in, and that's when you leave a kiss on his cheek.

"Well?" You look at him.

"That one... felt nice."

"Do you want another one?"

He nodded childishly and you smiled. You leave another kiss on his other cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin and getting an up-close view of his still red face. Your heart feels full the more you look at him. Your love seems to grow stronger as the days pass. You wanted to give everything and anything to this demon.

"I really like them." He says calmly.

"The ones on your cheeks?"

"Uh-hum."

"Well, I like giving them to you."

He smiles at you, his eyelids almost closing because of how big his smile was. He was happy. He has felt so appreciated ever since he has spent more time with you. He didn't know how to thank you enough. He wanted to keep you all to himself. Have you to be the only one he cherishes. Deep in his heart, he knows he doesn't deserve you, or your love, but doesn't want to let you go.

You seemed to have noticed that his smile formed into a face full of sadness since you were looking at him with a serious expression.

"You better not be having any negative thoughts."

Leviathan didn't respond, telling you that your assumption was correct.

You sigh. "I guess I don't have a choice."

And before Leviathan could react, you were already tickling him.

"MC, no! Wait!" He attempted to say as he was squirming on the floor while you were on top, tickling him to your heart's content.

"I said only happy thoughts allowed!" You said, laughing along with him.

"I'm... sorry!" He said, out of breath and still in between laughs. "S-Stop!"

Once you decided that it was enough, you stop. You go back to the sitting position you were in and so does Leviathan. You both tried to catch your breath. Neither of you were very active people. Going up the stairs was a whole workout session.

"That was not a kiss." You hear him say. You chuckled and shrugged.

"It's on you for having negative thoughts."

Now it was his turn to chuckle. "I won't do it again."

There was a short pause that, for some reason, felt like ages. A pause where the two of you looked at each other. It made your heart flutter. He leaned closer to you and swallowed, doing everything in his power to not let his nervousness eat him alive.

"Do you mind... kissing me more?"

The question took you by surprise.

Now, who was the flustered one?

As a pink color grew to fill your cheeks, you nodded and leaned to reach Leviathan. He had already had his eyes closed, and compared to the beginning, he was far more relaxed, waiting patiently. The blush in his face persisted, but it wasn't as noticeable as before.

He was comfortable.

Without hesitating, you press your lips against his in a soft kiss. You didn't move your lips, nor did he. It was short and sweet. You separated from him but kept a really short distance between the two of you.

"Did you like that one?" You murmured over his lips, gazing at them and then his eyes.

"Yes," he answered. His eyes dropping to your lips when you talked.

"Then, what about this one?"

You leaned to kiss him again but before your lips touched, the tip of your tongue slid over his lips; winning a soft gasp from him that was cut short when you finally kissed him.

"Mh..." You heard him moan, and you felt your whole body burn.

You moved your lips every so often as you waited for Leviathan to follow along. His kisses were sloppy, but that, strangely, made his kissing even better. Once he caught up, your kissing picked up the pace.

Quiet gasps and moans were shared among you two. Soon after, you felt shaking hands hold your waist, fingers embedding into your skin over your clothes. Leviathan lift you up and placed you onto his lap. A groan coming from the bottom of his throat when it was you rubbed against his now hard crotch.

"I see you become bolder when you're excited." You tease, smirking at him.

"S-Shut up."

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zombee · 2 years ago

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I've got an AU idea if you're still looking for any: newbie director Stede ends up working with big Hollywood star Blackbeard. It can be a bit meta inspired too (like maybe Ed has lost his passion for acting but found it again, just like Taika did with OFMD).

thank you so much for this prompt! i wrote it on a translatlantic flight on my phone and it kept me sane.

it turned out to pretty much be PWP so i’m sorry and/or you’re welcome.

rated E, no archive warnings apply

~*~

When Edward Teach said yes to Stede Bonnet's film directorial debut, he had been over the moon. An actual celebrity - a superstar really - in Stede's little period piece. Ed was gracious and polite, if a bit closed off, but Stede supposed he would be too, if he was that famous.

Well, he had been gracious and polite. Until now. They were filming The Kissing Scene, the first time his two leads kissed, and Stede knew exactly how he wanted it to go. It was too sexy, or too tame, or the hands weren’t right– a hundred little things that were leaving Stede unsatisfied. It was take forty-eight and they had been sort of yelling at each other since take thirty-six.

"Just fuckin show me yourself then, Christ!" Ed said.

There was a silence on the set. No one had done much talking since about take twenty-seven, except Stede and Ed and his other lead. But this was the kind of silence you could feel in your chest.

"Pardon?" Stede's voice was a little strangled.

"'Tender, a bit awkward, yet deeply passionate.'" Ed was quoting him. "Come here and show me what you want from me."

Of course Ed was handsome. Devastatingly so, if Stede had to give it an adverb. But he was so far out of Stede's league he had not even fantasized about what it might be like to kiss or touch him. Much.

"Ah," Stede said. "Alright then."

Stede sidled toward Ed and the other lead scampered away.

"So Benjamin knows he's in love, but Francis doesn't."

"Yeah, yeah, I read the script." Ed put one hand on Stede's shoulder like he had been directed to for the last hour. "Ready?"

Stede nodded. Ed leaned in. His lips were a bit chapped, but still very soft. Stede closed his eyes and reached up for the collar of Ed's shirt. And then he quite lost the plot, turning his head for a better angle, opening his mouth without thinking about it, kissing wet and sloppy as Ed tugged himself closer and moved both hands to Stede's face. This went on for a while, until the director of photography coughed loudly.

They wrenched away from each other. Ed was breathing hard and Stede was too, one hand on his chest where his heart was crashing against his ribs.

He wasn't sure he had ever been kissed like that before.

"Uh," Ed said. "Sorry?"

He didn't look sorry and Stede didn't want him to be.

"Two to tango, and all that," he said, stupidly. "That is– maybe we try again, with a bit less tongue this time. One hundred percent less tongue, actually."

Ed nodded. He put his hand on Stede's shoulder again. They kissed, chaste at first, then more passionate as Stede, standing in for Francis, acclimated to the surprise and reciprocated. Ed threw his other arm around him and their faces pressed together with desperation. It was not as hot as the making out had been, but it was still pretty unbelievable.

The director of photography coughed again.

"A bit– a bit like that," Stede said. "Pull yourself closer when you feel him start to reciprocate, maybe that's what's missing."

Ed looked a little dazed. He nodded.

Stede wasn't sure if they actually nailed the next take, or if he was just reeling. Either way, he declared them finished with the scene, and called for the lunch break.

A little bit later, the PA found him. "Ed would like to see you in his trailer."

Stede took a deep breath and walked to the trailer and knocked.

"S'open!" Ed called from inside.

Stede pushed inside. Ed's trailer was pretty spartan, but it was only a twenty day shoot. There were five days left, and for the first time Stede was a little glum that they were almost finished.

"Hey." Ed was sitting at the little table, a bottle of very nice bourbon and two glasses in front of him. He gestured for Stede to sit. "I'm not usually in the habit of drinking mid-shoot, but I think we could both use it today. Bourbon okay?"

"Peachy," said Stede, stupidly.

Ed snorted as Stede sat down. He poured them both a few fingers and they clinked glasses before taking their sips.

"I'm sorry for going all diva out there," Ed said. "Kissing scenes are always weird."

"You're hardly to blame. If anyone is the diva, it's me."

Ed grinned at him. Stede couldn't stop looking at his mouth.

"You're something, alright.” Ed looked down into his drink before looking up at Stede again. “Do you know why I said yes to this movie?"

"Because it's a good script?"

"Well, sure, yeah, but I get a dozen good scripts a day. And those are only the ones my manager even lets me see. There's the queer rep, of course, that's fucking cool. But mostly, it was because of you."

"Oh?"

"The balls it took to even ask! I looked you up– just a weird rich banker who quit his job to direct indie films? Who does that?"

"I spent so long not doing what I wanted. I've been divorced for five years, out for four, and while I had fun for a few years after that, ah, exploring intimacy–"

"Fucking around, you mean?"

"If you want to be crude about it."

"I do."

"You know, before today, I thought you were polite?"

"Edward Teach is polite. Ed is a bastard."

Stede chortled and took a sip of his bourbon. "At any rate, I had all this money and I wanted to do something meaningful with it. I've always loved film. Lucius had a script and I thought, how hard could it be?"

"And? Is it hard?"

"Only when my star goes diva on me because he can't figure out how to kiss right."

Ed laughed. "I think I proved I can kiss just fine."

Stede looked at Ed's mouth again. Ed noticed him looking. He took a long, lascivious drink, holding eye contact.

"You're not half bad yourself," Ed said. "Most directors aren't quite so… hands on."

"If I recall correctly, it was you who demanded I get 'hands on.'"

"Been wanting to get hands on with you since I walked on set, to be honest."

Stede choked on his drink. "Pardon?"

"C'mon. You flirt with me like, all the time. And everyone knows I'm a little gone for you."

"Pardon?"

Ed put a hand to his forehead, closed his eyes, and sighed deeply. "Lucius was right. You had no idea."

Stede was flummoxed. Ed was one of People’s Sexiest Men Alive about ten years ago, and he had only gotten hotter. And Stede was– well, it wasn’t exactly like he had trouble finding people to sleep with. But not men like this. "About– but– you're Edward Teach?"

"Even celebrities get horny, Stede."

"But– I– truly?"

Ed downed the rest of his drink, stood up, and walked over to the trailer couch. He sat and patted the space next to him. "I can prove it, if you want."

"Is that– appropriate? I'm your employer."

Ed shrugged. "I don't really give a shit. Do you?"

Stede hesitated. Ed's face fell. "You can tell me no. I've used up my asshole quotient for the day, I won't be shitty about it."

Stede peered down into his drink and swirled it around. He took his last swallow. "Far be it for me to say no to Edward Teach."

He looked up. Ed was beaming. Stede got up and sat next to him on the couch. They looked at each other for a beat and then they were kissing, messy and urgent, a little more teeth than was comfortable but Stede didn't care. They found their rhythm quickly and oh, Stede was certain Ed must have ruined every man he had ever kissed.

He pushed Ed down onto his back and nipped at his lower lip. Ed groaned and slid his hands down to grope at Stede's ass. Stede moved his mouth to Ed's neck, nuzzling into his beard, licking until he found a spot that made Ed shudder. He bit down and sucked and Ed made a noise Stede knew he would not forget any time soon.

They were both hard now. Stede slotted his thigh between Ed's legs and Ed pushed against it and thrashed.

"Please, Stede–"

Stede slipped his hand under Ed's shirt and found his nipple. He swiped at it with his thumb and Ed pushed into his thigh again.

"Shirt– I want–" Ed said. Stede lifted up off him just a bit so he could get his shirt off. Ed tugged at the hem of Stede's shirt too, so Stede removed it. He leaned back down and they were kissing again. It was even more electric with the skin to skin contact. Heat was pooling in Stede's lower belly, and his erection was almost unbearable in the confines of his pants. As if reading his mind, Ed started groping blindly at the buckle of Stede's belt.

Ed broke away from Stede's mouth. "I bet you have a fantastic dick. Can I suck it?"

Stede shuddered and nodded. He pushed Ed's hands away and undid his belt himself. Ed wiggled out from beneath him and threw one of the couch cushions on the ground. He knelt on it and indicated that Stede should sit up in front of him. He obliged, and Ed undid his pants and drew out his cock.

"Fantastic." He was looking at Stede's cock like it was the best thing he had ever seen. He gripped it lightly. "Just like I thought. Will you fuck me sometime?"

Stede's brain short circuited for a second thinking that he might get to have this again. That this man wanted him that badly.

"Yes, yes, of course, anything, Ed, anything you want." His babbling cut off with a short hiss as Ed moved his hand up and down in a firm stroke.

"Pull my hair," Ed said. He licked up Stede's balls and shaft in one long stripe and looked up through his lashes. Stede clutched at the couch on either side of him. "My hair, Stede, c'mon."

Stede did not need to be told a third time. He spared a moment of silent apology to Frenchie in hair and make up and then sank his fingers into Ed's hair and tugged. Ed hummed with approval and swirled his tongue around the head of Stede's cock. He put his mouth around it and sucked. Stede pulled at his hair and groaned. Ed took him a little deeper in his mouth, working his tongue, making obscene little slurping noises and gripping Stede even tighter in his hand. Stede tugged sharply and sucked in a breath when Ed took him all the way down to the hilt until he felt himself hit the back of his throat.

"God, fuck, Ed."

Ed popped Stede's cock out of his mouth and worked the shaft with his hand. "Yeah? You like that?"

"Ngh, yes."

"You've thought about this before?"

"Maybe not quite like thi– ah!"

Ed put his mouth around him again and sucked his cheeks in. Stede was no stranger to blowjobs, but this was something else. He was impossibly hard, and Ed's tongue and hands felt so good, Stede's mouth started running without a lot of input from his brain.

"You might be a better cocksucker than actor. And you're a fantastic actor. I used to– fucking hell, Ed, yes, do that again– I used to jerk off to that one scene in Angel Among Us. Is the anchor tattoo real?"

"Mmhmm," Ed said, lips still wrapped around Stede.

"You'll have to show me. I want to taste it. I want to taste every part of you. I could spend hours just eating you out. I can't believe you're on your knees for me. You're doing so well, darling, swallowing my cock like you were born to do it."

Ed shuddered and sucked hard. Stede could feel his balls tightening up against his body. He started thrusting, hands clenching in Ed's hair. Ed kept making these mewling sounds of approval and it was that as much as his mouth that had Stede moaning.

"I'm close, Ed, I'm going to come–"

"Mmhmm," Ed said again. He was choking a little, taking Stede even deeper, whining with his own pleasure. Stede cried out and came hot and hard down Ed's throat.

Ed swallowed every drop and pulled backward. He smiled up at Stede.

"How'd I do?"

"Fuck off," Stede said weakly.

"Actors thrive on positive reviews."

"Ten out of ten stars. Or whatever."

Ed pushed himself up and back onto the couch while Stede tucked himself away.

"Kissing okay?" Ed asked.

"Yes, yes–"

Ed tasted like bourbon and come and if Stede was just a little bit younger, he would be ready to go again just from that.

"What can I do for you?" he said, after a little while. He palmed Ed through his pants.

"You don't have to–"

"Ed. Please. Don't make me beg."

Ed grinned and glanced at his phone. "We don't have much time left. I'm close anyway. Can you just jerk me off? And then I want to come on your tits."

Stede startled. "My what?"

"Your tits, mate. They're incredible. I've been daydreaming about them since you wore that slutty little v neck day two of filming."

"That is actually a custom piece from a very famous designer–"

Ed kissed him to shut him up, which was fair. They really didn't have much time. After a few stops and starts, Ed had his pants undone and his cock out. Stede wrapped a hand around it and tugged. Ed swore.

"How do you like it?" Stede said. "Rough and fast? Slow and steady?" He demonstrated each option as he named them.

"Don't tease me. Just–" He wrapped a hand around Stede's and showed him a pace and angle he liked. When Stede caught the rhythm, Ed pulled away and leaned against the back of the couch.

"Fuck yeah, yes, Stede. Just like that. Tell me what else you want to do to me."

"I want to finger you until you can't see straight. Then I want to fuck you from behind and pull your hair so hard you scream with it. I could come down your throat every day for the rest of my life, Ed, you're magnificent."

"I'm–" Ed said. "Stop, lay back, I'm gonna–"

Stede let go and let himself be pushed down onto the couch. Ed straddled him and stroked himself, groaning deep and guttural, until he let out a harsh moan and came all over Stede's chest.

They panted together for a second, holding eye contact. And then they both started laughing.

"Twenty years in the business and I've never fucked a director, can you believe it?" Ed said.

"What, you got famous just on talent? Unheard of."

"Nah, I just fucked casting directors instead."

Stede giggled as Ed pushed himself off of him and the couch.

"Er," Stede said. "Could you perhaps fetch me something to clean off with?"

"Just a second. Can I…?" Ed had his phone out and was pointing the camera at Stede.

"Oh dear. You're not going to share it on Instagram or something?"

"Fuck, no, of course not. This is just for the spank bank."

Stede flopped backward. "Alright. I don't– what should I do with my face?"

"You can just smile. Yeah. Perfect." Ed snapped the pic and went to get Stede a towel. After he cleaned up and they were both fully clothed again, Stede felt a little shy.

"I'm sorry again, for all the takes. The scene is just important to me."

"I get it. You're a lunatic, but I like it. I haven't had this much fun on a set in years."

Stede smiled. "Really?"

"Really really."

They did their best to arrange their hair and clothing to look like they hadn't just had sex in a small trailer. They didn't do a very good job, because when the John the costume designer saw Ed, he shrieked.

"Tell me you did not just have sex in your costume. Do you know how much time that embroidery took? Frenchie!"

The man in question hurried over. "Is that a hickey?" he said. "Stede, I know this is new for you, but we do not give our lead actors hickies when we are mid shoot!"

Stede was a bit too post-coital blissed out to let the criticism stick, so he just shrugged.

"It's my fault," Ed said.

"You gave yourself a hickey?" Frenchie said.

"Well, no, but I should have known better about the costume."

Frenchie gave a long suffering sigh and ushered Ed to the makeup chair to touch him up. John followed with the steamer, muttering darkly under his breath.

Lucius sidled over to Stede. "You lost me twenty bucks. I thought he wouldn't have the nerve until after the shoot was over."

"Apparently having a blow out fight with your lead actor that turns into a make out session does tend to hasten things along."

"You're being shockingly cool about this. I mean, the man has two million Instagram followers. He's famous-famous."

"Even celebrities get horny, Lucius."

Lucius snorted. "But like. He likes you Stede, do you get that?"

"Of course he likes me. We just had sex."

"No, Stede. He likes you."

Stede glanced over at Ed, who gave him a goofy grin and waved.

"Really?"

"Yes. Obviously. If you don't like him back you need to tell him."

Stede's phone buzzed and he pulled it out. Ed had sent him a picture of a cat with a v neck on with the caption, "it's you."

"Never mind," said Lucius. "You're already a goner."

"Hm? Can you help me find a picture of a cat with a beard?"

"No. I cannot. Good bye."

~*~

if you’d like to read more of my stuff, i’m CartoonMayor on AO3!

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd fanfic #gentlebeard #blackbonnet

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vanmccannonlyfans · 2 years ago

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oooo how would you style Van for a vacation somewhere hot?

well considering he doesn't seem to mind wearing his usual uniform in high heat, there isn't a whole lot to change but i do have some ideas

jacquemus ss19

i think the base of his wardrobe would have to be loose, unbuttoned shirts like this!

jacquemus ss21

this shirt with his usual jeans would look good, and i love the little basket of strawberries

jacquemus ss19

as hard as it is to imagine him in shorts i could see him going for this type of fit?? maybe with darker shorters

e tautz spring 17

while we'll probably never see him in shorts you can't go wrong with loose silhouettes and light layers!

who decides war ss22

semi fantasy pick bc i love the jacket and the knightly skeleton motif throughout this collection but i'm not crazy about the distressed white baggy jeans (pick two) or the shades

armani ss22

they did not miss! structured but breezy and light enough for warm weather!

saint laurent ss15

this has van written all over it! the RINGS! tbh the majority of this collection i think van would wear and i've never said that about any other collection before...saint lauren really made this collection in his image i swear

dries van noten ss19

y'all know i love a good jacket and this is just gorgeous!

dries van noten ss19

shorts are a bit of stretch in terms of his ~color comfort level~ but would this would look great on him nonetheless...whole collection went hard as dvn often does

erdem ss22

lovely lines and pop of yellow! whole collection had really lovely semi structured silhouettes and jewel tones! and the bucket hat actually works here instead of being a sloppy afterthought like they often are

dolce & gabbana ss22

total fantasy pick but d&g brought the glam rock vibes and i'm here for it!

#thanks for asking! ❤️‍🔥#you've got mail 💌#van mccann #catb

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faulty-writes · 4 years ago

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A scenario where Tamaki's been trying to confess to his crush for literal MONTHS but just can't ever get it out. Since his voice doesn't work around reader he decides to write a letter, penning down his innermost passions and it ends up being REALLY long with flowery Helga Pataki-esque descriptions of his feelings. But he ends up EATING the paper to prevent reader from seeing it when yn almost sees it. Later that dayduring training, his quirk manifest forces him to say everything he wrote aloud.

[ Finally your girl posts something after forever. Sorry guys! Life has been a bit crazy, I got obsessed with a couple role play groups, and of course, school. But, I’ll try to be better with my blog. I hope you all enjoy this Tamaki piece, thank you for the request dear anon! I thought this idea was a very unique take on Tamaki’s quirk. ]

There you go again. His eyes locked on your every move as you walked through the hallway, your friends by your side, and you were laughing and smiling. Making his heart accelerate and his cheeks flush as always. It was true, Tamaki Amajiki. One of the members that made up The Big Three, had fallen for you. Unfortunately, despite trying to confess to you countless times.

It did no good. Honestly, he didn’t know what he was thinking. He’d always be nervous when he approached you, cheeks red, and that stutter of his present. Even when he did finally manage to speak, he’d find his tongue felt like it was swollen, then he’d get more embarrassed and panic. Despite the fact, you would always ask him what’s wrong or if he needed help.

The fact is, he was nothing but a coward. He’d turn and run which didn’t help much with his confidence considering he knew that you probably thought he was some kind of a freak. But, he had to tell you how he felt. He couldn’t stand the idea of seeing you with someone else which might sound selfish. He knew it was selfish but, he didn’t care. He wanted you all to himself and for once, maybe he deserved what he wanted.

But, he didn’t know how to tell you. How could he reveal his feelings to you without looking silly or fearing rejection? There was only one person he thought of asking, “Well!” Nejire’s voice was as bright and cheery as ever as they sat outside a cafe. Nejire had insisted because they had good lattes and Tamaki was never one to argue.

She smiled as she reached over to place her hand over his, the warmth and comfort from that gentle touch put him at ease for the moment. But, still, he needed an answer on what to do and eagerly waited to hear what Nejire had to say. “If you ask me, nothing says I love you more than the words of a love letter!” Tamaki’s expression completely dropped, his eyes widened and his eyebrows furrowed.

“W-What?” he questioned, he could already feel his stomach twist. That nauseous feeling of butterflies beginning to bother him, his cheeks grew unusually hot and he shook his head. “I c-can’t d-do that!” he stuttered out as his free hand tightened around the styrofoam cup he held. Nejire looked at him with a cross expression.

“They don’t have to know who it’s from silly!” she half scolded, “Besides maybe it’ll help you sort out what you really want to say to them!” she suggested with a bright smile that made Tamaki groan in response. “I c-can’t! T-That’s so e-embarrassing and w-what if t-they find out the l-letter was f-from me!? W-What am I s-supposed to do?! W-What am I supposed t-to say?” he questioned and Nejire shook her head before slowly getting up from her seat.

“Well duh!” she said before reaching over to lightly knock on Tamaki’s head, something that caught his attention but also made him flinch. He leaned back with a present frown on his face, “D-Duh what?” he asked, growing a little scared as she leaned over. He didn’t exactly like that smile on her face. “Then you have nothing left to hide,” she concluded as she reached up to boop his nose which made him wiggle it in response.

He then looked down, nervous eyes shifting back and forth, “I...I d-don’t know,” he said which had Nejire sighing and she placed her hands on her hips. “Just start with the love letter and see where it goes from there, you may not believe it Amajiki, but you’re pretty brave when you’re determined,” she said before patting his shoulder. “Don’t forget that,” she said, smiling yet again before she walked away.

Leaving him sitting there alone, his body hunched over the table as a gentle breeze came to ruffle his hair. Should he try to write you a love letter? Sure it sounded easy, but what if he got nervous and ended up writing the wrong thing? Was there a right or wrong way to write something as personal as a love letter? Your feelings across paper? Well, he supposed it wouldn’t hurt to try.

So he purchased a notebook and pen and began to get to work, at first he found it rather difficult. His words were sloppy and lacking the meaningful nature he wanted them to. But, on occasion, this would change. Especially when he saw you in the hallway or in class, he couldn’t help but feel a rush of inspiration and would always write the words that screamed from his heart when he was near your presence.

He often rewrote the confessions he had, longing for them to be perfect. He was almost finished with what he believed to be the perfect love letter and though he was still unsure how he’d give it to you. He was currently sitting in the library, body hunched over the table as he neared the end of his letter. All that was left were those three big words, the words he was too shy to speak.

But, the ones that he longed to scream from the top of his lungs, the ones that could only be used to summarize how he felt about you. His pen continued to glide across the lined paper, prepared to write ‘I love you’ before he jumped. You had noticed Tamaki around and while you knew he was a member of The Big Three, you had never actually had a full conversation with him.

Though you had class together and on occasion, you got the chance to fight side by side with him. He was amazing and you admired him for the heroism he showed, it was almost silly to think he was the same shy boy you saw roaming through the halls. You had always wanted to try and become friends with him, given you knew from past experience he tended to stutter and honestly couldn’t hold up a conversation.

Still, you were determined to try. Of course, you hadn’t expected him to jump when you spotted him in the library and decided to walk over. You noticed he was writing something and couldn’t help but try and sneak a peek at it, looked pretty serious. You blinked before lowering your mouth to his adorable elf-like ear. “Hi Amajiki-san!” the cry that left his mouth ended up scaring you and without thinking.

You stumbled back and watched as his head turned, those precious indigo-colored eyes wide and fearful and his cheeks dusted over a faint red. “Y-Y/n!?” he exclaimed before pulling the notebook to his chest, fingers securely grasping it. Hiding the written evidence of his feelings for you, despite you having no knowledge of his feelings for you in the first place or how he was trying to convey them through written words.

You did, however, know he was hiding something and couldn’t help but smirk. “Hm?” you raised your hand, pointing a finger at the notebook. “What are you trying to hide there, Amajiki-san?” you questioned as you took a step closer, reaching out to grab his upper arm. You tugged on his sleeve and Tamaki let out a soft whine. “N-Nothing! I-It’s nothing!” he stuttered out, feeling his stomach twist into knots.

He hoped he wouldn’t get nauseous, you were so close. You were touching him! “Oh? If it’s nothing then why are you hiding it?” you questioned in a teasing manner as you took a firmer grip and yanked his arm away. “Show me, I’m curious! Is it a project? Essay?!” the questions left your mouth in an excited manner. “I-It’s not uh, h-hey!” you had reached over and snatched the notebook away.

“Oh boo, let me at least proofread it for you,” Tamaki’s stomach flipped upside down and his hand was clutching his chest, twisting the fabric of the signature red tie of his school uniform. He couldn't let you read it! He’d die! But there you were, holding his notebook with his dedicated words of love scribbled across it. “Now then,” you turned your attention to the notebook, about to read the first line just as the sound of a chair falling came.

You jumped and turned to look but before you could react you felt a strong hand around your wrist. “Amajiki-san!” you exclaimed, prepared to activate your quirk or at least find your way out of his grip. But then, another noise echoed through the air. Your attention shifted back to the notebook and your jaw dropped as you realized he had ripped out the single page you were trying to read.

“Amajiki!” you scolded again, “S-Sorry! B-But you c-can’t see t-this!” he said as he proceeded to crumble the paper into a ball. You looked at him bewildered as he then shoved said ball into his mouth. “Uh…” was the only sound that managed to come out of your mouth as you watched him chew and proceed to swallow the paper. You blinked, lowering the notebook.

Jaw hanging open in absolute awe at what you had just witnessed. Tamaki on the other hand had an itchy throat, and when the crumbled paper reached his stomach. He felt a small ache, which prompted him to place a hand over his stomach. His face was completely red, all the way to the pointy tips of his ears. “G-God, that w-was e-embarrassing u-uh…” he couldn’t even bear to look at you.

He did, however, reach out to snatch his notebook back. The action caused you to gasp and you took a step back, your mind still trying to process what had just occurred. Damn, was it that much of a secret he had to eat it? What sense did that make? Still, you watched as he took the notebook and put everything into his backpack before scurrying away. Strange.

You knew you’d see him in just a few moments, given you had class and hero training together. But, you weren’t entirely sure if you wanted to see him after he pulled such a strange stunt. “Uh...okay, bye then?” you said, clearly still confused despite the fact he was long gone. You placed your hands on your hips and sighed. “Well, wonder if I’ll see anything stranger than that today,” you shrugged and exited the library.

It was almost a nightmare trying to sit through class, much less pay attention to the lesson. It didn’t help that you sat near Tamaki either, but he seemed to give you the cold shoulder. Not so much as dare to take a glance at you, though you happened to notice his hand was over his stomach. Maybe he had a stomach ache, though after consuming a whole piece of paper splattered with ink.

It didn’t surprise you much, if at all. Still, you couldn’t help but wonder just what he had to hide. When afternoon came, you seemed to have forgotten about the strange incident as soon as you slipped on your hero attire. You grinned as you walked alongside your classmates to Ground Gamma, given you couldn’t help but glance over at Tamaki.

He was currently talking to Nejire, but you noticed his face was twisted in some form of discomfort. “Y/n...Y/n!!!” you snapped out of your thoughts before turning to face one of your classmates. “Huh? What?” it was a little shameful you had zoned out, but even so. The teachers had decided that instead of team exercises, you’d be facing each other one on one.

This disappointed you as you rather enjoyed working with your classmates to form tactical strategies and such, but it was important for heroes to learn how to work on their own as well. The who versus whom opponents were randomized as to assure fairness and the element of surprise, you were hoping you’d be one of the first students to show your skills in combat.

But, unfortunately, you weren’t and much like the other student heroes in training, you had to stand back and observe. Though you found yourself growing bored and decided to take a seat on the ground, pulling your knees up to your chest and sporting a dull expression. You glanced over at Tamaki once more, taking note that he was still holding his stomach and Nejire was patting his shoulder.

You assumed she was telling him he was fine. As the second pair of students finished their training exercise, you leaned back and gave a loud yawn which seemed to catch your teacher’s attention. “Y/n,” they said and you turned to look at them with a raised eyebrow, but answered nonetheless. “Yes?” you replied, “Since you seem so bored, I’ll give you a task. Next match, Suneater verse Y/n!” your eyes widened and you sported a dumbfounded expression.

“W-What?” you questioned and your teacher merely smirked at you, was that even legal? You knew your teachers were also pro heroes and as such, should be respected. But, sometimes you couldn’t help but question their teaching methods. Your classmates seemed rather surprised, whispering how lucky you were to be facing a member of The Big Three and how you’d more than likely get your ass kicked.

Tamaki didn’t seem to take the news very well either, in fact, his face twisted into what you could only describe as pure fear. “Uh, I d-don’t think-” he tried to protest, but the teacher cut him off quickly and ordered you two to start at opposite ends of the training ground. You looked to Tamaki and shrugged, “May the best student win?” once you had taken your position among the twisted landscape of metal piping.

You crouched down, going through strategies that could possibly give you an advantage. You wouldn’t let the fact he was a member of The Big Three bother you, even though this all boiled down to one thing. You had to try your best, with that in mind. You decided to lay low and take a running start, keeping your eyes and ears open for Tamaki.

Carefully avoiding those obnoxious pipes in your way before you heard a noise. It was just a small creek, but you knew better than to believe it was just Ground Gamma settling. You stopped briefly, legs bent and ready to make an escape if you needed to. You stared into the abyss of metal before suddenly a tentacle shot out toward you, but a quick dodge saved you from being captured and you took off.

Slithering between big and small pipes alike before you decide to ricochet between two of them, angling your body so you landed on top of a sturdy pipe. You quickly turned on your feet, glancing over the landscape once more. Your eyes searching for any sight or sign of Tamaki, you also had to be aware those tentacles of his could be trouble. With that idea, you quickly looked down.

Ensuring there was no sight of those powerful octopus arms, you then opted to travel above the pipes. Easily jumping from one to the next, your head turning back and forth despite the fact that wind was ruffling your hair and causing your bangs to sway in your face. But, it was quiet. Everything was so quiet which it shouldn’t be, Tamaki’s steps couldn’t be that silent, unless...he wasn’t on the ground.

Your eyes widened at the realization and from the corner of your eye, you saw a single brown feather. “Oh no,” you turned your head as a shadow cast over you. Instantly, your jaw dropped as you saw him. Tamaki, Suneater, the best of the best. Right above you, brown wings spread to their span. His right hand was morphed into long tentacles and his left shaped into a clamshell.

Before you could blink, those wings flapped and the next thing you recalled was a hard hit to your stomach. It threw you off balance and you fell a good few feet before reaching the ground. Pain surged through your person and a long groan escaped you. Every fiber of your being was screaming for you to get back up, but you were too slow. You heard Tamaki land behind you, but he said nothing as he approached you.

Which at the moment, was scary even though he was normally a quiet and reserved person. However, you yelped when you felt those tentacles proceed to wrap around you, binding your arms by your sides. Your quirk was useless without the movement of your hands and knowing that simple fact, you couldn’t help but clench your jaw. It seemed Tamaki had to add insult to injury as you felt the pressure of his enlarged chicken foot against your back.

“I think...y-you’re...done…” came his words, seems he was always a tad braver when he was Suneater which made sense. You turned your head as much as you could, sending a glare toward him. You were usually better than this, but to get bested this quickly. It only reminded you of how much further you had to go before you could truly call yourself a hero.

“Suneater…” you hissed out, flexing your arms as you attempted to get out of his grip. Tamaki however, felt his stomach twist again and his face once more showed discomfort. Maybe eating that letter was a bad idea. It certainly wasn’t settling in his stomach right, and his heart was racing at an unusual speed. But, he felt a strange sense of happiness course through his body as well.

“Y/n, I think you’re my love,” a gasp left his mouth and you felt those tentacles retract. You pressed your hand to the ground, now looking at Tamaki with a wide-eyed expression. “W-What?” you questioned, wondering if you heard him correctly. But, judging by the way he was holding his hands over his mouth and how red his face was turning.

You assumed you had indeed heard the words he had spoken correctly. He took a step back and you noticed his wings were disappearing, was his quirk so consciously controlled that when he was distracted by overwhelming emotions it became faulty? You were more than certain that if the teachers and fellow hero students were still watching, they would be confused as to why Tamaki had let you go.

You slowly rose to your feet, though your body. Mostly your ribs coursed with a dull ache which had you grasping your side. Your eyes were locked on Tamaki as he shook his head and took a step back, his hands tightened around his mouth to prevent it from opening again. But, it was no good. His jaw ached and he couldn’t stop himself, painfully he opened his mouth and more confusing words spilled.

“I...have...been watching you...for so long! I see...you in the...h-halls...and I…” his body went tense as he forced his jaw closed once more, teeth pressing tightly together. What was happening? He had no idea, but he needed to be quiet or else. Oh God, was this because he had eaten the confession he wrote? Your jaw was hanging open, unsure of how to process the words he was speaking.

First, he ate a piece of paper, now this? You took a step back when Tamaki stepped forward, “Uh, T-Tamaki, are you okay?” you questioned before he opened his mouth once more, his eyes watering over which concerned you all the more. “I...f-freeze! You’re the one...p-plaguing...my t-thoughts, my desires…I,” Tamaki’s jaw clenched once more and he leaned over, his hands curling into fists.

“I w-want you...my l-love,” your heart began to pound in your chest, being called ‘my love’ by Tamaki of all people. Well, it was sweet. But, you couldn’t ignore the fact this was clearly not a willing confession. Something was making him speak against his will, maybe his quirk? His voice was strained and breathless which only furthered your assumption he was truly fighting with himself.

“I...long...t-to hold…y-you! My darling...and b-be your hero, to c-cradle and protect...y-you!” his body was trembling as he raised his hand, fingers spread out and palm facing toward you. Your eyes shifted to that hand, eyebrows furrowing together. “Uh...Tamaki,” you said, though you were tempted to take that hand. “I long...t-to be yours!” he stumbled forward, his face was hot and he could feel droplets of sweat fall from his person.

The fact his cheeks were completely red was a good indication he was embarrassed by what he was saying which caused you to frown. You planted your feet on the ground, knowing that you couldn’t exactly run away or restrain him in his current state in order to win. That wasn’t a fair fight and in addition, you knew heroes don’t run from those in need.

However, it seemed even in his...current abnormal state. He was still in control of some of the aspects of his quirk, in fact, before you could properly react. Those tentacles were around one of your arms, the suction cups digging into your skin and taking firm grip. “Amajiki!” you took a step back, trying to pull your arm out of his grip. But, it was no use as you just got pulled forward again.

“AMAJIKI,” you warned again, going as far as to reach over and begin to claw at those tentacles. The sound of your shoes scraping against the metal ground wasn’t exactly comforting, neither was the fact you knew you were going to lose this small struggle. “I w-want to be your husband...one day! Scream your name...f-from the rooftops! My love...my one and o-only!” you shook your head, now growing afraid of the shy reserved boy.

Especially when he finally pulled you forward, causing you to shriek. Your hand was out as you collided with his chest and you immediately felt the pressure of his arm against your lower back. His nails digging into your hip which made you hiss. But he continued to speak, “Just let me h-hold you and soak y-your body in! M-Melt together in a beautiful...ember of love and j-joy,” you blinked, trying to jerk your body out of his grip.

But, it was of little use. He leaned over and you shivered when you felt the soft skin of his face bury itself into your hair. “You are...my w-whole world…” he sucked in a breath, still fighting but it was beginning to hurt. His stomach felt heavy, too weighed down. He needed to say everything, “Fear and c-courage, the one...s-sole purpose in my life...i-is you,” the words were mumbled slightly and he lifted his head.

“I won’t g-give up. I’ll f-fight the army that holds m-my love hostage, I want you to be...m-mine,” your eyes widened and you wanted to tilt your head up and look at him, but you were almost afraid to. “My l-love and my heart, the one...I w-wish to worship. D-Drop to my knees...a-and kiss your skin,” he choked out and you could feel those tentacles loosen around you.

“Tamaki…?” his name came out of your mouth in a soft whisper and you finally lifted your head to look at him. His face was still twisted, a painful expression spread across it and you gasped as he leaned close. You were taken back by the intense expression that danced in his eyes and your face began to grow red. “I want t-to set up a s-shrine...pray to your p-powerful aura,” this was just getting weird, but somehow you knew it was the truth which made it even scarier.

You were tempted to run when those tentacles finally retracted, but you didn’t have time to even think about such as Tamaki’s hand now gently took hold of your chin. You felt a lump form in your throat as you found yourself staring into Tamaki’s eyes. “Forever...m-more...until the end of my...d-days...I...” he suddenly stopped and his breath hitched.

You opened your mouth to speak, but no words came out. However, you let out another shriek when Tamaki suddenly dropped to the ground. You stumbled back, not having expected such a thing. The sound of his panting filled the air and you watched as he reached up and ran his hand through his hair. Such didn’t help the sweat that covered his person and your eyebrows furrowed once more.

“I...Amajiki, are you...I mean...everything you said...was it…” you were almost afraid to ask and took a sharp breath which caused a shooting pain to course through your ribs. You latched onto your lip to prevent yourself from hissing and Tamaki slowly lifted his head to look at you. His eyes full of horror and regret, “I...I…” he wasn’t sure what to say, what could he say?

He wasn’t entirely sure what made him say what he did, every word he spoke was in his letter. Did eating it make an effect on his quirk? He groaned and covered his face, saying no more before he took off running in the opposite direction. It took you a moment to fully realize the Big Three member was indeed making a run for it, “Amajiki, wait!” you called out, your hand outstretched in his direction.

Your teachers and fellow students who witnessed this odd interaction were currently scratching their heads, trying to piece together what could have possibly happened to cause one of the top students to run with his tail between his legs. But, the fact you were being watched through this whole exercise was the last thing on your mind.

You couldn’t help but run after Amajiki, your feet pounding against the metal flooring of Ground Gamma. While you had lost sight of him, you knew there was only one place he could have gone. To the end of the training ground where the exit was located, though you weren’t as fast as Tamaki which caused some anxiety as you hoped he’d be where you thought he was.

When you reached the location of the exit, you leaned over with your hands on your knees. The sound of your soft panting filled the air before you wiped your brow. Your jaw then clenched as you tried your best to ignore the pain in your ribs, the exit to Ground Gamma was a large hallway with very dim lighting. In a way, it made you uneasy seeing Tamaki there.

Despite being dressed in his hero attire, he was facing the wall. His forehead pressed against it and you could tell he was trembling, you had known Tamaki to do this exact thing. Given the fact he was rather shy and suffered from anxiety, you frowned and slowly approached him. “Amajiki,” you said, your voice was soft. But, that didn’t stop the fact that Tamaki ducked his head.

You reached your hand out, wanting to touch him but you decided against it for now. You took a deep breath, “Um, so…” you reached up, scratching the side of your temple. Where would you even begin? “I’m not sure...what that was but...did you mean it? Everything you said?” Tamaki wanted to smack his head against the wall, your question left his stomach twisting with butterflies.

Honestly, part of him wished his heart would stop as opposed to continue to pound inside his chest. Of course, everything he said was the truth as terribly spoken and previously written down as it was. He honestly didn’t know what he was doing. In fact, he had never written a love letter before and though he had made countless drafts. It seemed he just wasn’t talented enough to write such romantic words on paper.

“Mm…” is the only way he managed to respond to you. “Mm? Amajiki…” you paused and decided to finally reach out, placing your hand on his shoulder. However, he seemed to shy away from your touch. Shuffling to the side, you let out a sigh and lowered your hand. A friendly touch wouldn’t do anything in this case and you didn’t know the other Big Three members well enough to ask them how to properly handle Tamaki when he got like this.

You’d feel bad if you left him all alone, but it didn’t seem as though he wanted your company at the current moment. You glanced down, hearing the sound of wind echo through the open exit way. You turned your head to look around, you knew you couldn’t afford to waste any more time.

Else your teacher would begin to look for you or another verse competition would start. “Amajiki…” you said yet again, allowing your hands to rest by your sides. “Regardless if...what you said was true or not, I think we need to leave an-” before you could say anything more.

Tamaki had turned and began to sprint away and it honestly made your heart sink. You watched him disappear from view again and let out a sigh, maybe you’d confront him about it later. But, if what he said was true. Well, you’d need to figure out how you felt about it.

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