#now time to either go to bed cause it’s almost 4am

[littlecrow4]

OK! Just watched a tutorial on “how the fuck do I work ao3” and I think I got the basics down so LETS GET DOWN TO BUSINESS!!!!

[lumieresdreams]

‼️ caleb is mad mad and you're facing the consequences ‼️

cw: smut drabble, smut with barely any plot, heavy on the dirty talking, degradation, clothed sex (caleb), toxic relationship (two-way), mention of spanking, very jealous and mad caleb, barely any mercy, orgasm denial

a/n: it's 4am and i have silly dirty thoughts about this man, none of this is proof-read either and i'm not editing this anymore as a funny reminder of my sleepy thoughts LMAO

you hate him, you hate him so much. he's such a pain in the ass ever since you two reunited together. you hate that he knows where you are and who you're with almost all of the time, there's barely any wiggle room. so why is it that you found yourself attempting to hookup with a cute guy from your workplace just to specifically spite caleb, then act surprised when literal hell came down upon you?

this isn't the first time and, in a sick and twisted way, it surely won't be the last either. you tell yourself that you hate the man that now bares the title colonel with every fiber of your being, yet your mind finds creative ways to be dragged back into caleb's possessive grasp instead of just asking to spend time with him.

maybe you really are fucked up in the head.

you find yourself trapped back in the colonel's lonely house, now occupied by none other than you and its owner. there's a trail of clothes and knocked over furniture that lead towards the bedroom where gasps and whines could be heart through a half open door. you put up quite the fight this time, hurling items at the man you so dearly loved growing up, yelling and screaming profanities at each other, it'd all eventually get to a boiling point and caleb finally snapped.

you were now pinned down underneath the colonel, his clothed hip pressed flush against your bare one as he growled and scolds you from above. his hands has your legs bent and pressed down into a mating press, keeping you in place with no room to escape, it's not like you had any plans to do so, although a part of you wished you did as the man above you hasn't stopped grinding into you for 2 hours straight, not letting you get that sweet, sweet release.

"you're such a fucking slut, y'know that?" caleb hissed through gritted teeth, his tone heavy with venom despite the slight shakiness to it as he pulls himself in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace, each time bottoming out into your sobbing cunt that ached for friction.

"i'm gonna teach you a lesson and thus time-...." he pauses as he groans loudly above you, his eyes closing momentarily out of pleasure as he bottoms out inside you, forcing a mix of a whine and sob out of you. "this time, you will remember to fucking behave 'cause tonight, i won't stop until you're on your knees for me-"

a gasp followed by a moan would escape you as caleb pulls out halfway only to slam back inside you. hard. "fuck....!" he says under his breath, he's starting to lose patience, like hell is he gonna let you win again and walk away with a slap on the wrist, not this time.

"i'm gonna force you on your knees... use my evol to keep you on all your fours like the animal you are, you're a literal bitch in heat...!" he snarls, locking eyes with you with that unfaltering intensity in his eyes. you're disgusting. you loved this side of him.

"going after other boys behind my back, you're deousional if you think you even had the option to choose anyone else but me." this is dangerous, you're whining out half-assed apologies as you try to wriggle into a more comfortable positiin, but the colonel's grip on your legs doesn't allow it in the first place. "i'm not gonna stop until you're groveling by my feet... sobbing, begging, kissing my goddamn boots..!"

he emphasizes each and every point with a hard thrust, the friction your hungry body has been aching for being given one after another in a short burst has your eyes rolling towards the back of your head, rocking your body and making the bed creak underneath you with each movement.

"you don't.. you don't even deserve this, you don't deserve me fucking you dumb, you don't deserve my cock filling you up like this 'cause you're so goddamn ungrateful" caleb continues, one of his hands letting go of your legs, then a loud SMACK! resounds around the room and your bottom stung not a second later. fuck, he's started spanking you.

the childhoid best friend turned cold stranger slows the movement of his hips back to how it was before. you aren't getting what you want out of this interaction, not anytime soon until you've learned to only want caleb and he's got all night to do so.

[stitched-mouth-vs-the-world]

In The Dark Of The Night

Pairing: Valak  / The Nun x Fem! Nun! Reader.

Summary: After arriving and joining the Covent you so didn't wish to join, Valak takes a liking to you.

Warnings: Smut, Oral sex (fem receiving), Tongue fucking, Fingering, Intercourse (P in V), Masturbation, Voyeurism, Unprotected sex, Overstimulation. Mention of reader possibly catching an STI from Valak and his ashy lips. Reader smokes weed.

Writing Time: 3 hours.

Word Count: 2251.

Format: Kinktober Fic, Day 6.

A/N:

Had a ball figuring this shit out. Started writing this at 1am, it's now nearly 4am and I have to be up in 2 hours 😁🔫 Think about that when the reader is crying about not getting enough sleep. I love this fic but I think Valak is very OOC, this is my first time writing him so hopefully I'll get better at it. Valak is referred to as 'The Nun' and with they/them pronouns (until they whip out their dick 😁) since I was semi writing fron the reader's perspective and they have no idea what Valak's name is or what they identify as. But I do write Valak as male, so they are male here it's just doesn't know until near the end.I'm tired so I didn't research Nuns and Covents before writing this, which I probably should of done but who cares since the movies do a poor job of explaining them? I'm sure y'all only came for the smut. I'll fix it when if I feel like it. Valak has ashy lips cause I said so.

Here is the masterlist for all my Kinktober 2023 works.

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Something felt off, to say the least. You felt more uneasy in this new unfamiliar place than any other place.

When your father announced you'd be attending this new place, you were furious. Well, furious and heartbroken. He had written you off to become a nun because it was the easiest way to send you away. And all for wait? Because you had recently been having issues with your mental health and he couldn't deal with it? Or did he need you needed Jesus?

Either way, you started hating him on the drive here. And once you stepped foot in this place and felt the almost sicken bad vibes.

The teachers had been just as you expected. Strict, never smiling and so obviously loved having power over others. Others being the new not yet devoted Nuns or freshly devoted Nuns.

You was gonna hate it here.

You had met your new sisters and to be honest, none of them mattered to you. You weren't in any kind of mood to make friends, but you hoped that would change. You didn't want to be alone here.

The only Sister that seemed like friend material was Sister Irene. She had that kind and friendly spirit that you thought all Nuns should have.

But seriously, something wasn't right around here. You couldn't place your finger on it and honestly, you hoped you never could.

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You tried to get comfortable in your new bed, but it seemed impossible. Like the Devil was purposely making the springs press into your back and then laughing at your discomfort.

You huffed as you gave up and got out of bed. You grabbed your carefully stashed away blunts and lighter and headed for your window. Unlocking the old window proved to be a little bit of a challenge but you managed.

You started at the sky as you smoked, the affect of the weed slowly crawled into you and eased you. You leaned against the wall of the window and slowly looked around your room. The atmosphere suddenly changed back to uneasy and even more so.

Something...or maybe someone caught your eye. You had spotted a figure in your room, in front of your bedroom door. It was so dark, you couldn't make out any features. Just the outline of a body.

It freaked you out to say the least and you knew you wasn't that high so this was real. It had to one of your Sisters right? Here to snitch on you for smoking a joint...right?

"If you're here to catch me up to something, well, you caught me. So what are you waiting for now? Go ahead and snitch." You called out.

No response. You were quiet for a few seconds, just staring at the figure. You then sighed a bit before drawing another drag and offering it up to the mysterious figure.

"Or do you want some?"

The figure suddenly disappeared and you couldn't see where it went. You stood up properly in fear and looked around again, you saw nothing. The room looked completely normal even in the dark but certainly didn't feel normal.

You nervously put out the blunt and crawling back into bed. You told yourself it had to have been the pot, even if you didn't feel that high it must of been that. Maybe your dealer gave you something different this time, some pot laced with something. God you hope it was just that. It has to be just a bad trip.

Fortunately, you managed to fall asleep fairly quickly after that. Bud seemed to be just what you needed to fall asleep. You would get you was asleep for maybe a little over an hour before you stirred awake.

Wonderful, awake again, and it only just turned 1am and you were gonna be woken up at 6am. Delicious, this is gonna be a night full of broken up sleep. You looked up to face the ceiling and hopefully fall asleep again, just get those much needed extra hours.

But you couldn't. And you didn't feel like smoking again, so you did the next best thing. Placed both feet against the bed with your knees bent and pushed a hand past your underwear. You carefully fingered yourselves with two fingers. As your pleasure built up, you closed your eyes and focused simply on your own pleasure. A few moaned slipped out of your mouth and when you felt although you was ready, you added another finger.

You lost yourself in your pleasure and smiled as you neared yourself closer to the edge. It didn't take too long, considering how sleepy you already was. But right as you felt your orgasm building, you opened you eyes. And boy did you regret it.

When you opened your eyes, your attention quickly went to the foot of your bed where another figure appeared. And this time, you could see their features. It was Nun, with a terrifying face say the least. You knew it wasn't another Sister because of their lovely face which was smirking down at you, giving you a lovely view of their sharp fangs. Their eyes glowing a piercing yellow.

'Hell no, not today Satan. Please no.' Is what you thought as you, now fully wide awake, threw your covers off, ripped all fingers out of your pussy and made a beeline for the door. You were stopped by a force that only could of been supernatural and air yeeted back onto your bed. You screamed as loud as you could and the creepy looking Nun inched closer and closer to you.

"Oh Baby, don't scream. Don't cry." The Nun pouted down at you and touched your right cheek.

Obviously, you screamed even louder. The Nun's soft expression disappeared almost as soon as it came and they clamped a hand down across your mouth and squeezed.

"Shut up, now." It's tone now gruff and aggressive.

You looked up at them in fear whilst noticing some strange beauty in their face and soon started crying, "Please don't hurt me."

"Oh Dear," Their soft tone suddenly back, "I'm not here to hurt you... I just wanted to help."

"H-Help?" You whispered.

The Nun gave you a smile and headed down south. You thought the smile was supposed to be comforting but it felt so evil and unsettling, it had the opposite the affect. You felt your heart beat faster in fear, the way your heart starts beating when your about to have a panic attack. It definitely didn't help that you still couldn't move and was completely immobilised by this supernatural force.

The Nun pulled your panties down to your knees, not bothering pulling them down all the way and quickly got to work. Their tongue was... something you had experienced before.

It was wet, messy and far too big to be normal. It was driving you insane. If you had to guess from just the feeling, this monster's tongue was almost the same size as the average dick. It quickly turned you into a moaning mess. Your cries became cries of pleasure and you orgasmed almost immediately. Either you was still worked up from fingering yourself, which was unlikely considering the brief heart attack you just had, or this Nun was unstoppable with their tongue.

The Nun gave you two more orgasms with their tongue before coming up. They looked down at you and smirked again. You could see now, their black lips and tongue were black from ash. It was all over their mouth and chin and you was now consumed with worry, hopefully now of that ash got caught in your pussy. Which STI would you get from that?

You hadn't noticed but the Nun had started pulling up their skirt and pulling at something underneath it. Out sprang the biggest dick you had ever seen.

Nope, that wasn't normal, if you saw that monster on any human man you'd tell them to see a Doctor. Cause 12.5 inches (you're estimating based on looks) is not normal. The Nun grinned and stared down at your terrified face as he pumped himself.

You looked up at him, "That's not going inside me."

"Yes it is." He stated matter of factly still smiling at you.

"It will kill me." You responded with a glare.

Whilst you was still a little iffy about the penis size, your fear was starting to melt away and you was no longer afraid to talk to this creature. It could be the dizziness from the multiple orgasms you just had but this was starting to feel like a normal not scary sexual encounter.

"I'll make it work." The Nun shrugged.

"Ok, but I need to know your name first." You told him.

The demon was silent for a few seconds, "I don't usually give my name... but I suppose you will need something to scream so. It's Valak."

Valak thrusted into you immediately after that, not giving you much time to adjust. You screamed in pain but Valak placed a hand over your mouth again and tsked at your vocals, as if you was the problem. He then pulled off your panties completely and shoved them in your mouth without warning, you choked a little and Valak moaned at the sound.

Fortunately Valak hadn't pushed all of himself inside of you, only the first few inches (which is still a whole dick, Valak, but ok) and didn't go any further than that. He moved in and out at normal pace, not seeming to care at all about your cervix which he was currently beating up with his monster cock.

But despite all the complaints, you was starting to love it. Once you had adjusted, you was moaning and crying again. Tears ruining your vision and making Valak more aroused therefore making him move faster.

He groaned as he fucked up and glared down at you, completely focused on your face. Deciding this wasn't enough, he bent your legs back as far as they could go, up to your head and leaving you in a mating press. This gave him more opportunity to add a couple more inches without hurting you as much.

You cried, screamed and whined as the creature defiled you. You felt filthy, absolutely disgusting. But also alive. Something you hadn't felt before. You were squirming and whimpered from a dick too big for your little pussy to comprehend and you loved it. It was now you realised there was no chance you could married to God, you was enjoying such a lewd act, letting a demon fuck you dumb, way too much.

"Please! More!" You whined against your panties.

Valak heard you loud and clear and pressed a thumb on your clit. He would of preferred to sink his whole dick into you but knew it would be too much.

He then leaned down and spat on your mouth. Most of it was immediately soaked up by your panties, which irritated the shapeshifter. So he pulled your panties out of your mouth and spat again.

"Swallow whore." He hissed at you.

You eagerly did as you was told, hoping there would be a reward. And there was, the demon grinned down at you again when he saw you followed orders well, and then shoved his whole tongue in your mouth.

He tasted just as you expected, like ash and death.

As you noticed before when he was eating you out, his tongue was not normal either. It was way too big and long, just like his dick. It filled up your mouth and made you choke slightly. But soon like before, once you adjusted to the size, you was moaning like a slut again.

You came again, you didn't know which number this one but it was definitely better than the last. But you were feeling drained now, overstimulated. You had no idea when Valak would cum though and it made you nervous, surely he would stop once he came you thought. But then, when would he cum? A demon's limit must be far greater than a human's.

And you was right, Valak could fuck for hours without cumming. And that's what he planned to do. He wanted to know what you looked like, excessively overstimulated.

You really wished you hadn't found out what made this place so off.

[tomatoswup]

el chico del apartamento 512⋆ ˚｡⋆୨💌୧⋆ ˚｡⋆

summary: that new boy-next-door Vash from 512 sure is cute! Maybe you should write him a letter~

title translation: the boy from apartment 512

warnings/tags: shy/anxious reader, the usual nerve-wrecking feelings that come with a crush, tesla jumpscare, kabedon! by vash, i edited this at 4am might have mistakes, cute~, Modern!AU

A/N: I....don't know if i wrote this right...but this song had me delusional..... :D,,, I really wanted to write a cute boy-next-door kinda oneshot with Vash and boom, here yall go :P enjoy! I recommend listening to Selena's "El Chico Del Apartamento 512" since this fic was a direct inspir. from the song~

pairing: vash x reader

Life in your apartment complex was, in your own words, quite boring.

Bland scenery, the shouts and complains of neighbors and the ridiculous "problems" that shouldn't even be called problems you had to deal with.

Oh cmon, can't you park in your own fucking parking space?!

But there was a certain someone that made the hell of a place a bit more better. Your new neighbor from apartment 512. You first met him by accident when you dropped the groceries you were hauling up to your apartment one day, to which he helped you and struck up conversation.

From there, fate couldn't help but let the meetings between the both of you continue as the two of you talked more and more. Often times, he'd find you reading at one of the various apartment complex picnic tables, joining you in your times of relaxation.

"You okay?" You asked one day as the both of you sat at the table, sharing a bowl of fruits you had cut up to enjoy the afternoon with. He turned his attention towards you, orange sunglasses resting on his head and mouth full of watermelon causing his cheeks to puff out like a chipmunk "Mfph?"

You had a good ol' laugh as the poor man tried to chew as quick as he could to respond, but truly just ended up almost choking on the poor watermelon. You had to smack him on the back in the end so all the juice left his lungs.

Life, work, and flowers that the both of you liked, sometimes the two of you conversated for hours on end. And sometimes, you two just liked each others quiet company.

You admired that.

But you also admired something else.

ooo girl he was cute.

You couldn't resist the butterflies in the pits of your stomach whenever the two of you took your walks together, coming home from work late nights. The closeness of your shoulders and his made you a bit more delusional than you had wanted to be.

Or maybe you did?

GOD MAKE UP YOUR MIND!

Vash, that was his name, was your boy-next-door crush. To be honest, you never expected to find yourself attracted to someone like him. But man, did he have your heart running its laps.

Every.

Single.

Time.

The glances he would sneak at you from afar felt like honey for your little ol' fragile heart. And no, you never forgot those frequent very frequent times where you would find him knocking at your door. Opening it, there he was, the cute tall spiky haired blonde awkwardly standing there with a flower pot, little flowers already growing inside.

Shifting his weight from his feet left to right, he would use the excuse of "I bought a bit too much for my balcony!" to keep giving them to you.

It was adorable! You never failed to blush every time and whenever he accidentally touched your hand when he handed them to you. You didn't notice his own red cheeks though.

You had a small collection of these plants in your home now that you made sure to water every morning. And as a thankful gesture, you often invited him over for dinner at your place.

That was....flirting right?

Jesus fucking christ you really had no rizz..

You often found yourself lying in bed some nights, not knowing how to address those bubbly feelings of yours towards the dorky man.

How would you tell him either way? How about a date?

Oh no no no, you didn't have the balls to tell it to his face... Did you?

You contemplated for a second.

Nope, definitely not.

If he said no, you would have to think about finding a different apartment at this point.

oh my goddd this was embarrassing..

But cmon now that cute mole on his face? How could you resist those funny faces of his? You groaned loudly into the air as you slapped your hands on your eyes in exasperation.

'What if I write him a letter?' You froze in your mini moment of despair before shooting up from your laid down position. "Okay, okay, maybe this can work." You gasped out, stumbling and slipping off your bed, looking around the room trying to find a pen and paper.

Pen..Pen..Digging out a pen from your bag, you held it up into the air as if it were a holy grail.

Settling with a nice purple colored one and a page from a notebook that you carefully tore out, you wrote your "confession" letter on that messy wooden desk of yours.

That'll do that job! please

By the next morning, you had the letter sealed and ready to be given to him, but damn were you on the verge of wanting to throw up because of how nervous you were.

You even added a cute dried flower on the letter to make it look pretty maybe he could ignore the little tear marks of yours on the note

Okay, go to his door, knock, give him the letter, then run.

PERFECT! Completely foul proof plan!

Wash, rinse, repeat.

You put on one of the more nicer outfits from your closet, and paced around your room a bit before finally leaving the apartment. Letter clenched in your hands, you walked only a few steps from your door until you saw the numbers 512 glaring down at you.

Ummm…

You felt sweatier than usual as you frantically brushed down your hair before straightening your posture. It took you only 2 minutes of self-reassurance before you knocked.

knock, knock, knock

Pulling your hand back, you stood there holding the letter into your chest.

...

...

No response. That's fine! That's totally okay!

You took a moment to breathe in and out before knocking again. Finally hearing movement from the other side of the door, you took a step back, bracing yourself from seeing his face as the door swung open.

"How can I help you?" A feminine voice rung out.

Opening the door was a blonde girl somewhat a bit older than you. Her long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes making you do a double take as your mouth gaped open at the pretty girl. But that surprise was taken over by your heart dropping at the sight. She was wearing a white sweat jacket

His jacket..

HE HAD A GIRLFRIEND!?

'ABORT! ABORT MISSION!' Your subconscious yelled at you as you stumbled to find words to reply to the girl "I-um, well uh-"

The burning feeling in your chest started to hurt as you felt the desire to just drop dead right on the spot. There was no way you just... Oh my god..

Before you could respond, the girl's expression widened into somewhat recognition. "Oh! You're the neighbor from next door! Were you looking for my brother?"

Eh?

"...Y-Yes?" You tilted your head in a somewhat cheeky sweaty smile you were dying on the inside before she turned from you and looked back into the apartment.

"HEY VASH!" She yelled, holding the door open with her back as she crossed her arms, and from the depths of the blue-wallpapered apartment nice choice! you heard his voice.

"WHAT!?" There were sounds of blankets or something moving coming from where he was inside.

Her eyes flickered back to you before giving you a playful wink "I think our neighbor from 511 is knocking at the door! Are they the-!"

"WAIT WAIT WAIT DON'T OPEN IT WAIT!!" His sudden screech emitted before the sudden mess of things falling to the ground and objects breaking echoed through the apartment.

Was he okay?

"GYAH!" You heard Vash yelp before he tripped into your sight right around a corner, shirt half messily on him as he attempted to slip his arm through the hole of the shirt. The scattered scars on his body prominent to your eyes as he struggled for a second.

Wow look at that bod-

You quickly averted your sight, feeling the heat crawling up your neck and into your cheeks as he picked himself off the ground as fast as he could with only one hand. You noted that he didn't have the time to put his prosthetic on in that sudden rush of his.

"T-thanks Tesla!" He breathed out, smoothing down his shirt as Tesla left her spot by the door, leaving it ajar as she gave you a small wave before leaving into the apartment and what you presumed back into her bedroom.

"Sorry about my older sister, she's just visiting for the week..." Vash cleared his throat before leaning his arm his only arm at the moment on the door frame, humorously deepening his voice "So, how can I help a beautiful person on this most wonderous night?"

You giggled at his try to hide whatever happened, the tense muscles in your shoulders softening as you silently held out the letter you had.

"Hm?" His eyebrow rose as he relaxed himself, slowly grabbing the red envelope out of your hand. Turning it around, he scanned the writing on the top.

To Vash

And attached to it, was a red geranium, one of the flowers he had gifted you. He couldn't help but give the envelope a blushed smile before looking back up to ask you what it was.

But there was no one?

"E-Eh?" He stuttered as he quickly stepped outside, only seeing a flash of your body running through your door as you shut it quick behind you.

Did... Did you just run back to your apartment?

Vash let out a pout as his shoulders slouched down, barefoot on the concrete floor of the apartment complex corridor.

"I missed the chance to say it.. Damn it.."

Meanwhile, you had shut the door and slowly slid down it, covering your mouth with your hand in amazement.

YOU DID IT!

YOU ACTUALLY DID IT! YES!

OH FUCK YOU DID IT.

ohhhh shit.

"what did I just do.." You groaned, pushing your knees up to bury your face into.

For the next couple of days, you tried your best to avoid Vash as much as you could. Taking all the early shifts at work, racing into your apartment whenever you saw him sitting at the picnic table with a bowl of strawberries.

Maybe he didn't feel the same way, how could you show your face to him? You were scared..What he would say?

Disgusting?

I'm interested in someone else?

That night was one that had you up late, running through all the things he could say about your letter, bad or good.

But one day. you had been forced to take the late night shift again and found yourself walking down one of the many apartment complex hallways alone. You actually kinda missed your lil nightly talks with him…

"Hey!"

Hm?

Turning your head to the left, you spotted the pretty blonde man, racing down the path in slippers, sweatpants and a long sleeve, no glasses of his in sight.

"V-VASH!?" You squawked out, the man closing in as in a panic, you closed your eyes. Feeling your back hit the hard wall behind you, you were only able to throw a hand out to put a cushion to whatever was happening.

What?

Slowly peeping your eyes open, your vision was covered by the sight of his chest. His large frame practically covering your body and both arms of his caging the sides of your head, most likely to prevent you from meekly escaping.

"I finally.." He let out a deep breath as the hot sensation of it lightly hit your face "..caught you." His gaze only focused on you as you noticed the grip you had on his firm shoulder. Ah... He was trying to talk to you again..

Did the letter not make anything awkward?

"Vash?" Your breath hitched, the intense stare of his eyes just on you making that stomach of yours develop butterflies once again.

"You never gave me the chance to give you an answer.." He muttered before chuckling "Didn't think it'd take me this long to finally see you."

Moving your gaze away and to the side, you tried to escape his eyes in attempt to calm yourself down "I thought I made things awkward...Ha." You gave him a small pained grin, the urge to cry out of humiliation was making the lump in your throat push upwards.

One more word out of you and you'll accidentally let it out, tears and all.

Vash looked down at you with a curious expression before the look of adoration riddled his face "Aw cmon now, look at me. You'll never make things awkward between the both of us..." Hand off the wall, he softly put two fingers under your chin, moving it so you looked back into those endless bright blue eyes of his.

"Ya know, you actually beat me to it first."

"I-I did?"

He gave you a cheeky smile "Definitely, I was gonna come over but.." The corners of his mouth moved downwards "I didn't get to see you anymore. Even after work, I made sure to wait a bit to spot ya. Guess today's my lucky day."

oh fuck, you felt so bad.

he…was actually looking for you.

shit.

"I-" You choked out, silencing Vash as you felt your eyes start to blur with the tears. You couldn't hold it in anymore. All those embarrassing moments and thoughts.

"I was scared about what you were gonna say... I thought you weren't going to like me anymore after that letter…” You tried to regulate your breathing as your furiously wiped the tears out of your eyes “Stupid right?”

Using both hands, Vash slowly took your hands away from your face, before swiping his thumb against the apples of your cheeks "Well, whatever you thought that was gonna do, did quite the opposite.."

Face to face, just centimeters away from each other.

"I like you even more.." His thumb brushing the bottom of your lips as you observed him, eyes still red from crying. But the red of Vash’s own cheeks got brighter and brighter.

"May I?"

And with no words spoken, you nodded and he caved, leaning in. You felt like melting as he wrapped his arms around your sides, those pink lips of his deeping into your own as the taste of mint seeped into your mouth.

The sweet taste of his was one you imagined at night, and have never thought to ever taste until now.

Now that you tasted him, it felt so intoxicating. Every touch of his tongue in your mouth, the grip he had on your waist.

Okay slow it down a little cowboy~

Pulling away for air, the both of you just stared at each-other, eyes wide and quiet.

Until laughter came about, Vash had started giggling and you tried your best to stifle your own until you couldn’t. And the two of you continued laughing as Vash kept you close in his embrace.

"I was wonderingg~" Vash whistled out after getting those cute giggles out of his system "Are you doing anything this Saturday?"

You tilted your head to the right, giving him a shy smile "Not necessarily, I was just gonna order some pizza and stay home alone.."

"Maybee..I can keep you company?" He jokingly puppy-eyed before you gave him peck on the lips just one more time

"Always~"

A sharp gasp was suddenly emitted from your right side, causing you to almost yelp in shock at the sudden disturbance as Vash whipped his head to the direction. And there stood your upstairs neighbor, an elderly hispanic lady and her husband with a little cart full of folded laundry.

"Mire! El chico del apartmento 512 se junto con el rentero de 511. Ay que bonito~" She cooed as her husband nodded in agreement.

You returned a blushed smile, feeling Vash's hand slip into your own.

Oh how sweet!

translation: Look! The boy from apartment 512 got together with the renter from 511. How pretty~

[gravehags]

how would the different papas and ghouls/ghoulettes comfort you after a nightmare? Cause it’s not even 4am I just had a bad one and I feel like shit garbage.

I’m sorry you had a nightmare :( hope this helps 🩵

Primo - holds you close, caresses your hair and murmurs soft words to calm you down. if you’re very distressed he’ll get up and brew you some chamomile tea with bedside delivery.

Secondo - if you weren’t spooning with him before you are now, big arms wrapped around you and kisses on your shoulder. he firmly tells you that he’s here and nothing is going to hurt you. you believe him.

Terzo - threatens the nightmare, which makes you smile. kisses the corners of your lips and your forehead, whispering words of comfort in italian along your hairline, trying to make you laugh by being silly.

Copia - asks if you want to talk about it. if you say yes he’s attentively listening, if you say no he’s fine with that too. either way he wraps you in his arms and rubs your back, humming your favorite song. he knows them all.

Cumulus - immediately awakens with you and before you can even tell her what’s wrong she’s cooing comforting words at you, forehead pressed to yours. offers to bring you something to help you settle down but nothing works as well as being in her arms.

Cirrus - gently but firmly reminds you that it was just a dream, as awful as it was, but it ultimately can’t hurt you. she would never let anything hurt you and she tells you so as she kisses your hands again and again.

Sunshine - like Terzo, tries her best to make you laugh, even a little. she slides her hand under whatever top you’re sleeping in and traces designs on your back in an effort to calm you down and get you back to sleep. when it works, she stays curled up with you.

Aurora - is just as upset as you are - she could feel something was amiss even as you both slept. strokes your cheeks and hair, reminding you that she’s here and that she’s scarier than any nightmare. nothing will get past her.

Swiss - confused when he wakes up and you’re in clear distress but immediately gets wise and pulls you in close with your head resting under his chin. like Copia, will sing softly to you to lull you back into a calm state. works like a charm.

Aether - if you’re in the middle of it, he’s the one to wake you up and ease you out of it. his hands are gentle on you, thumbs brushing your tears away before engulfing you in his big arms.

Rain - is already awake by the time you stir, clearly upset. like Aurora, he could sense something was off. he lays beside you, your fingers tangled in his as he kisses your tears away.

Dewdrop - sleeps like the dead but when he hears a sob from your side of the bed, nothing can keep him from you. holds you tight - almost too tight - but the strength in his wiry arms keeps you grounded.

Mountain - when you wake up from your nightmare, he’s already engulfed you in his embrace. like Copia, asks if you want to talk about it, all while holding you flush against him.

Phantom - positively befuddled when he wakes up and you’re clearly distressed. takes him a moment to get it and as soon as he sees the fear in your eyes, his arms are around you, whispering apologies and comfort against your ear.

[never-not-ever]

I feel bad for the boys but I’m also a dumbass. I got so annoyed with them earlier and it’s not their fault. They’re cats just trying to play and have fun. For the past weekish I’ve gotten back into a bad habit of taking a really long evening nap and then I’m up til 4am-7am (it varies).

On Monday my therapist asked if they could push back my appointments. So I saw my case worker at 12 and had therapy at 1. Different time meant EMDR couldn’t be longer than an hour, she was running a few late and our little catch up in the beginning went a little longer than usual. So she offered to do a virtual EMDR session this week. At first I was hesitant and didn’t want to do it. I hate virtual shit. But she mentioned how we’re close to the being done with this memory, wanting to keep our pace going (she worded it differently but I can’t remember) and she showed me how it would happen virtually and it’s not so bad so I said yes to meeting again.

At first she offered 9am yesterday but it was cutting it too close to when I’d have to leave for group. So then she gave me a time for Wednesday. Last night or rather early this morning I had it in my head that we were meeting at 9:30 this morning. So I finally fell asleep around 6ish after tossing and turning for an hour. But then I woke up at 7. And then again at 8:30. I was exhausted and just wanted to keep sleeping but then Benny started playing with one of his toys and it wasn’t that loud but it was like the tiniest little noise happening right at the second I almost fell back asleep. I kept getting so mad and frustrated and I ended up putting the toys in my nightstand so maybe he’d quiet down.

Sure enough. My alarm goes off at 9:15, I get up and Benny and Jett are all snuggled up on a pillow on the floor. I felt bad and gave them some pets and went and made coffee. Then I got situated in bed and joined the Google Meet link. A few minutes past 9:30 I double checked my notes app…

I want to cry. Now it’s almost 10:30 and I fear history is going to repeat itself. Granted all the boys are sleeping but I’m wide awake now. I put my coffee in the fridge, at least later it’ll be quick and easy to just add some ice. I found a new “winter blizzard sounds” that’s been nice lately. Of course when I open it right now there’s 3 dots loading when I try to find it…

Ughhh. I wish I double checked the time this morning so I could have just kept sleeping. I feel like I’m gong to be so irritable for the rest of the day. Granted this has become a habit as of late. Waking up irritable cause of the boys making noise when I’m trying to sleep.

I keep avoiding things and ignoring texts. I feel bad but I’m in a horrible mood and just want to be left alone but then it gets to be too much. My Nana keeps nagging me about my taxes. I need to call talk to the hiring manager at Stop & Shop to set up an “interview”. He called last Friday. I have called a couple days since then but I keep missing him either in a meeting or left for the day/didn’t come in yet. That was yesterday. The florist manager lady who I’m going to work with/has been helping me get rehired told me he was working in the evening yesterday. I was supposed to call back but I slept from like 4:30-10ish. Whoops. Now I’m second guessing starting before Mother’s Day. I need to just get this interview thing over with. Even after it, if I decide to wait at least it’ll be that much further along for when I do go back. I should try calling again now.

[buckleymess]

Birthday Night

Pairing: Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader

Summary: You and Robin celebrate her birthday out of town. 

Words: 0,9k

Follow-up - Glitter

“I have never, ever, felt more alive!” The last word comes out of Robin’s mouth a bit too loud while she laughs, and she pulls her hands away from your hips, shooting them both high up into the air.

“Shhhh-shh.” You quickly spin around on your heel to face her and press your pointer finger against her lips.

It’s almost 4AM and the corridor in your hotel is just as quiet as one would expect it to be at such a late hour. She doesn’t seem to be too bothered by that though. Too tipsy and too excited to care about anyone or anything else than you. Chuckling, she drops her hands down and re-positions them on your sides. She steps forward, causing you to cautiously walk backwards.

“What?” She asks with your finger still in the way. Her eyebrows furrow at you slightly as she waits for some explanation but just when you are about to give her one, she opens her mouth and bites your finger playfully.

“I’ve just turned twenty-one.” She flashes you an excited smile while her thumbs rub gentle circles against the fabric of your dress.

“I have the most brilliant,” Robin leans in to kiss your lips, her nose still cold from the outside, “and the most exquisite girlfriend in Indiana.” She kisses your lips again and wraps her arms completely around you once you stumble a bit. Probably as a means of protection from falling but truth is that being joined to her like this is going to make the last couple of metres even riskier.  

“Wait. No, the whole United States...,” she decides before giving you a yet another kiss. “If not the whole wide world, mind you.” Robin chuckles quietly and then she stops by your door, nuzzling her nose against yours softly. “And I’ve spent the entire night dancing with her for the first time...” She smiles, sighing happily.

You join your hands together around her neck. Your cold thumb rubbing against the skin on the back of her neck, under her scarf makes her shiver. “That’s not true,” you point out.  Remember Steve’s Christmas party? We danced plenty.”

She shakes her head a bit at you while you pull away, searching for the room keys in your bag. “No. That’s not the same, and you know it. Plus, we couldn’t even really dance to some of the songs Eddie insisted on playing.”

“You said you liked them...”

“I mean... Some of them were better than others,” she ponders and leans against the wall by the door as she waits for you to unlock it. “None of them were really a dancing with the love of my life type of material.”

One click of the unlocked door, another as you fish for the light switch on the wall upon walking in, and the last when you securely lock the door closed behind you again. The room is small and could be even considered cosy if it weren’t for the painting of some saint staring directly at the bed. You and Robin had already agreed that you would cover it up before going to sleep. It wasn’t like you needed two covers anyway.

“We deserve this...,” Robin pushes on while you both remove your coats and kick off your shoes. “We deserve to dance around together, slow dance, too. We deserve to hold hands and kiss in the middle of the dancefloor and everywhere and anywhere else that we want without having to wait to get behind the closed doors or checking if there’s anyone around to see.”

Looking over at her, it’s quite hard to determine whether the red in her cheeks is caused by the cold that you’ve escaped just a little while ago, the alcohol that is still running in her blood, or the frustration. Either way, you step closer to her and soothingly rub her cheek, chuckling a bit when you can now see all the glitter that is still sticking to her. A shiny gift from a drag queen who was very much excited to hear that the two of you had travelled here all the way from Hawkins to celebrate her birthday. This gift was definitely going to serve as a lovely reminder for at least the next couple of days, given the amount that was covering not only her but her clothes as well.  

“I shouldn’t have to pretend and hide how much I love you from the world,” she sighs. “It’s not fair.”

You lean in to kiss the suddenly sorrowed expression away. There was enough time and space to feel frustrated and upset with the way of the world on some other day. Not now though, not when you’ve just spent one of the most incredible nights together.

The kiss coming from her is not exactly reluctant, no. She is happy to kiss you. Always. But you can tell that the wheels in her head are spinning frantically, trying to make sense of this whole thing, that honestly does not make sense at all.

Love is not bad. This one certainly isn’t. How could it be? When it feels this good? This right?

“Earth calls Robin,” you mumble softly against her, nipping at her bottom lip to pull her back to you. It works, kind of, as she giggles into the next kiss you give her, and you cup her face with both of your hands. “The world can kiss my ass as long as I have you.” You grin at her before playfully flicking your tongue out, licking over her lips slightly in the process.

She laughs while her hands slide up your thighs and over your hips to your ass. “I think I’d prefer the world to stay away from it, actually,” she informs you and bows her head down to kiss the crook of your neck. “But I’ll gladly step in if you insist on the ass-kissing.”

[that-lame-ghoul9000]

An Impromptu Sleepover with my Best Friend- Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: When you get awoken in the middle of the night to your best friend, what could go wrong?

Word Count: 1.2k

TW: its fluffy cause we all need that right now. But it has potential to go elsewhere. General mutual pining. Best friends being best friends. Couple pet names tossed in there. No use of (Y/n) in this one. I've not edited. I wrote this at 4am so enjoy that mess.

You lay there peacefully in your bed. In that half awake but more half asleep realm. Which is why you never heard your window being lifted higher. It's why you never heard the person climbing in. And why you didn't realize till the last second that someone was now half framing your body. Hands on either side of your head. As your eyes shot open and you about screamed, a hand comes over your mouth.

"Hey, hey its just me. Shh" He laughs quietly. "Couldn't sleep so I decided to see if my #1 Sweetheart wanted to go on an adventure." He smiled

His face was just inches from yours. Noses almost touching. As you stared into his eyes. The initial shock wearing off and general annoyance setting in. You turned your head to the side to see what time it was. But his thick long hair was in the way.

Rolling your eyes you pull his hand off your face and gently push him back. So you can get a good look at the clock. Rubbing your eyes you looked.

2:34AM

It flashed in bright red numbers.

"Munson I was on an adventure. Or halfway to one. Why are you even awake?"

"Couldn't sleep. I might be a free man now. But that doesn't mean I don't still want out of this town. And i remember promising you an adventure." He slyly smiled at you from across your room. You rolled your eyes and smiled recalling his promise that if you both made it out alive you'd get to the first rest stop you could find with a map of all 50 states, close your eyes. And randomly pick one.

He's going through your things in full detail now. A few weeks ago it was just rushed throwing items about to find specific things important to the tasks you all had at hand. Now he had the time to actually inspect his best friends room. The soft green walls adorned with drawings and pictures of you with your friends. The dresser you'd painted white covered in thumb prints you cleverly turned some into bees and others into lady bugs was one thing he found especially cute. Covered in your makeup, the things that made you, smell like you, and all the mixed tapes he made you to show you what 'real' music was. Clothes in the corner from earlier in the day half hazardly thrown there. He found himself rifling through your records smiling remembering the ones he gave you for your birthday and seeing they were the ones that looked most used.

He hadn't even heard or noticed when you got out of bed. Or when you walked over to him. But when he looked over to you he smiled.

"Eddie we can go on an adventure in the morning. But until then," you're standing in front of him slowly walking him backwards until his legs hit your bed. "the only adventure WE are going on is the inside of our eyelids." You say lightly pushing his chest till he falls to a sitting position.

Stunned doesn't begin to describe how he feels about what just happened. Nope. He found that action down right hot. He sits there slightly unable to compose himself. As you walk across the room to lock your door. Your parents aren't home. Shouldn't be home till Monday. But just in case. You don't want them coming home and finding a boy in your bed.

"Shoes off preferably. But whatever you gotta do to be comfortable to sleep Tarp Boy." You joked trying to make light of past events. He stands back up to remove his shoes. Odd. He's so odd. You giggle.

"Something funny Princess?" He looks up at you.

"Who stands up. To take their shoes off you weirdo." You laugh.

"Uh me. Got a problem with it? If you're not careful I might just come shove your nose in my shoe." He grinned.

"You wouldn't dare, Eddie Munson." You narrowed your eyes at him.

You missed this. This made you happy. The joking. Eddie being himself. You being able to be 100% yourself with him. Even after the whole town tried to Salem his ass.

You're snapped out of your thought to your best friend lunging at you. Shoe in hand with a boyish smile on his face. It's not a big room by any means. So it's not hard to catch you.

"Take it back. I may be the town freak, but I'm no weirdo." He laughs as he has you pinned to the door, dangling his shoe just inches away.

You're a giggling mess. Unable to form any words. He inches the shoe closer.

"Say it. Or suffer the consequences."

"A normal person wouldn't be threatening hazardous chemical warfare on their friend, but a weirdo would." You said between laughs. "And here you are. Pinning me to my door. With your impending doom of a shoe looming near me. Weirdo."

He drops his shoe. As he rests his head against yours. Both laughing.

It slowly comes to a stop as you both realize just how close you are to one another. You just stare into his eyes. As he returns the same stare. And you swear for a minute he looked down to your mouth and back up. You swear he looks like he's about to kiss you. Or maybe you were about to kiss him. But in that moment he clears his throat and smirks.

Your eyes go wide as he lifts you up, putting you over his shoulder as he walks over to your bed.

"Edward Munson you put me down this second." You say smacking his shoulder.

He chuckles.

"As you wish." He tossed you lightly onto your bed as he has a huge grin on his face. "We can call this our Practice Adventure. Journey to the inside of our eyelids." He jests. Dropping his jacket and vest. He's walks forward a bit so one of his legs is between yours. You lean up on your elbows as you begin to say,

"And were, good sir, will be be Practice Adventuring to tonight?"

He leans down l, hands on either side of you. His leg adding subtle pressure to your core. But enough to make you inhale just a bit realizing exactly how you were feeling about him, how you've always felt about him. Causing him to smirk.

"Well Sweetheart that's totally up to you." He says inching closer. This time his shift between your eyes and mouth is blatantly obvious.

"Read the room, Munson." You retort sitting up more to meet him in the middle.

"Oh I have. I've just been waiting for you to catch up." He says finally crashing his lips onto yours in what felt like the most epicly amazing passionate kiss on the planet.

When you both come up for air. You're both smiling like idiots. He's the first to talk.

"I wanted to do that for years."

You both laugh.

"And I'd like you to keep doing that. On a regular basis." You add back.

"I think I'd like that a lot. Now Practice Adventure?" He said climbing under your covers.

"Practice Adventure" you nod. Climbing in next to him. Resting your head on his chest.

Here's to impromptu sleep overs with your best friend.

[writteninkat]

Pride | Bakugou

"𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝘀, 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘁𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗶𝗻."

summary: teasing Katsuki about being "all grand and no finale" comes with its own pros and cons. well, mostly pros.

word count: 2.3k

• 100 followers celebration

It's 4am, you wake up feeling horny as ever. Your boyfriend is right beside you, sleeping peacefully with half of his face on the soft pillow. He looks peaceful, you don't want to wake him. But at the same time, the growing heat in between your legs, your cunt squeezing out slick has your whole body heating up.

Your hand slowly travels down your body, going underneath your underwear. You press a finger between your folds, your head digging back on the pillow as your other hand flies on your breast.

Your teeth sink on your lower lip as your fingers begin slowly massaging circles on your clit causing a hot breath to leave your throat. The feeling sent jolts throughout your body, making you continue your actions.

It feels good, too good- your wrist continues to roll your hand around, your legs widening in habit, developed whenever something or someone was playing with your dirty cunt.

You lick your lips, pinching your nipple as you feel your orgasm coming closer. Your mouth hangs open as your hands quickens its pace, running after your orgasm.

"Y/n?" Katsuki's rough voice was the last push to you reaching your orgasm. Your legs clamp together as your body trembles in pleasure. You continue massaging lazy circles around your cunt, riding out your orgasm until you finish.

You pant heavily, facing your head to the side to look at your boyfriend with clouded eyes. "Go back to sleep, baby."

Katsuki furrows his brows, his hand wrapping around your wrist to pull your hand out of your shorts. He reveals your slick-covered fingers from inside, making him look at you with a look asking for an explanation.

When you don't answer, he takes his chance. "Why didn't you wake me up? I could have taken care of you." His vermilion eyes dig into yours deeply, demanding an answer from you.

"I didn't wanna wake you at the asscrack of dawn just because I was horny" was what you wanted to say, but instead the devil on your left shoulder whispers on your ear a cheeky plan.

"Cause I knew it'd take me too long to cum. I'd be asleep again by the time my first orgasm would hit me." You smirk lazily at your boyfriend whose ears look like smoke are coming out of them.

Katsuki pushes himself off his back, rolling over on top of you. He pins your hands on either side of your head and your heart begins to rave at the sight of the shaded look on his eyes.

"Kindly repeat that again for me, baby? I don't think I heard you correctly." Katsuki says in between his teeth, forcing out a smile.

Of course it wasn't true. In the state you were in a few moments ago, one lick of Katsuki's tongue would have had you cumming, your whole body shaking and your thighs clamping down on his head. But you guess your boyfriend has been rubbing off on you these days and right now, you just wanna act like an asshole.

"I said..." You narrow your eyes, ready to repeat yourself only for a whimper to slip out. Katsuki had shoved two of his fingers in your slippery walls, the both of them moving away from each other to try and stretch you out.

You may have came once, but that didn't mean you were contented nor were you no longer horny. You ached for Katsuki inside you, abusing your hole until you were a shaking, crying and drooling mess.

"It's been a while since I last fucked you real hard, right doll?" He has that stupid grin again, that stupid grin that had you falling for him the first time you met him in highschool, four years ago.

"That's cause- aahh!, that's cause you know your stroke game's lazy." you smirk at him through lustful eyes, your tongue padding over the side of your upper lip.

Katsuki's grin disappears and is replaced by the corners of his lips tugging down. His free hand takes both of your hands above your head as he continues to fuck you with his fingers, hitting the exact spot you want every time he shoves them inside.

"God!" You moan out loud, pulling your legs up and away from each other, giving Katsuki more access to your needy cunt. "F-Fuck, 'Suki I- I-!" Before you could even finish your words, your toes curl as your second orgasm of the morning hits you.

Your chest rises and falls as you feel your lips tugging into a contented smile. You pull on your hands, wanting to give your boyfriend a kiss but he keeps them locked above your head.

"No, no, doll. I'll be making you cum until you take back those words you said about me." He pulls his fingers from your pussy, bringing them up to his mouth and sucking the glistening slick coated around them. You trap your lower lip in between your teeth at the sight of your boyfriend slurping on his fingers coated with your juices.

Once he's finished cleaning his fingers, the same hand wraps itself on the lower part of your face, his thumb, index and middle fingers digging onto either side of your cheeks, forcing you to open your mouth.

He presses his lips on yours, pushing his tongue inside your wet cavern. He tastes salty, he tastes of you. You press your thighs together, feeling your cunt clench around nothing at the taste of yourself on his tongue.

Katsuki nibbles on your lower lip, pulling on it before trailing kisses down your jaw, neck, and chest. With his free hand he begins kneading your right breast, pinching and pulling on your hardened bud as he busies his mouth by sucking and biting on your left breast.

His lips continue on their journey lower, he stops right around your stomach. He looks up at you, his lips ghosting over your sensitive skin before pushing himself off of you and to the side of the bed, grabbing something from underneath.

"'Suki, why are you-" The words die in your mouth the moment you see the rope in his hand. He shows it to you, wrapping it around your wrist before tying it to the dashboard.

"So those hands of yours won't be meddling while I have my way with you." He gives you a smart-ass smile before resuming to his usual activity; eating you out.

You can feel his lips press against your needy cunt. Katsuki starts by kissing all around the area, leaving hickeys and bite marks on your inner thighs before licking a long strip from your asshole up to your clit.

"Mmmhhff- fuck!" Your moan bounces off the walls of the room as you rock your hips, riding out your third orgasm for the morning.

"Cumming already?" Katsuki mocks, raising an eyebrows as an evident smirk tugs on one side of his lip. "That was just the warm up, doll. Make sure you remember your stoplight colors." And with that, he dives back into your wet cunt.

Everything, you can feel everything that's going on inside your pussy. You can feel Katsuki's tongue making circles inside your hole, you can also feel it pushing itself in and out of you, fucking you. His tongue feels hot and wet, and it glides on your clenching walls so smoothly.

He begins sucking on you, you can hear slurping sounds echo throught the room as he has his way with you. You can feel the hardness and sharpness of his teeth and the softness of his lip and the warmth of his tongue all at the same time in your lower region.

Your breath quickens, feeling another orgasm about to hit you. "Come on now, doll. Don't be afraid to cum once more." He growls, spitting on your cunt. The action has you arching your back and tugging on the rope around your wrist, the headboard making a 'clang' sound as you do so.

Your legs wrap around your boyfriend's head, pushing his face back to your cunt as you rock your hips, riding out your orgasm. Your arm muscles begin to weaken, having been able to release four orgasms in under half an hour.

Katsuki pushes your legs apart, lifting his head up with a grin. You look down at him with hazy eyes, ready to apologise but you stop once you see your slick all over his face.

You bite on your lip once again, watching his tongue lap the dripping slick on the corner of his mouth. He forces your legs apart, hands hripping on your soft skin. "Color." He demands, pushing his shorts down, making his hard cock spring out.

"Green." You breathe out, watching as your boyfriend chuckles at your state. He reaches for a condom on the bedside table, ripping it open with one hand and his teeth. He rolls the condom over his dick, lining the tip to your entrance as he looks at you dead in the eye. "Got something to say to me, doll?"

You chuckle, "You're all grand and no finale."

Katsuki thrusts inside you, making sure his pelvis hits your ass. He's buried inside you so deeply making you feel so full that you have to take deep breaths. "Who's all grand and no finale, huh?" He growls, lifting his hips up before thrusting inside you deeply once again.

"Y-you, you are." Your words almost came out a stumbled mess. Katsuki makes an annoyed 'tch' beforeleaning back and pulling on the sides of your hips, thrusting his hips leisurely. He rolls his hips multiple times, making sure you feel all of him before he begins to quicken his pace.

He pulls at your leg, lifting it up on his shoulder as he continues ramming inside you viciously. His sac begins hitting against your skin, creating a lewd clapping noise.

"Mmmff- 'Suki! I'm so close!" You moan out loud, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as your eyebrows scrunch up. You roll your hips with your boyfriend's pace, feeling everything at the same time before reaching your high, your hips shaking as you continue to rock them, finishing out your orgasm.

You pant heavily, as if you had just finished running a marathon. You look down at your boyfriend who's looking at you with /those/ eyes. Your own widen, knowing full well what those eyes mean.

"I'm not yet finished, doll. Gotta prove I ain't 'all grande and no finale'." He lifts you by your hips, flipping you around. Your body bounces on the bed, as he pulls on your hips, rising them even more. Katsuki places a hand on your back, pushing it down.

"Be a good doll and take my cock until I cum, alright?" He pushes himself inside you, your walls feeling too sensitive for another round. Katsuki slaps your ass hard, watching it jiggle before slapoing it again. "Take back what you said, doll, then I'll go easy on you."

You may be feeling a bit sensitive, but that just makes everything so much more better. You look at your boyfriend behind you, giving him a smug smirk before facing front. Katsuki clenches his jaw, digging his fingers on your hips, slamming his cock inside your hole. His one hand creeps towards your clit, massaging it making you gasp loudly.

You find yourself blabbering nonsense, your mind turning back and your drool dripping out the corners of your mouth as you let your boyfriend pleasure you all he wants. The movement of his hand on your clit and the thrusting of his dick inside your whole feels too much for you that you can feel tears pooling around the vorners of your eyes.

"Ka-A-Atsuki!" You can hear the bed creaking and dragging on the floor with how hard Katsuki is thrusting inside you. "Say you take it back. You take it all back." He growls into your ear, his kther hand finding its way to your breast, now cupping and massaging it as he pleases.

You nod your head, scrunching up your eyebrows. "I-I take it all back! You feel too good, 'Suki!" Your moaning has your throat hurting, but you pay it no mind. You hear your boyfriend grunting behind you, his pace hastens as you feel a bigger orgasm slowly reaching you.

Katsuki leans over to your ear, licking the shell before grunting, "Cum for me, you fucking cockslut." He bites on your ear and at the same time pinches your nipple and clit, the orgasm overwhelming you. You feel your whole body give out, inviting the darkness to envelope you in its arms.

You wake up with Katsuki's spot beside you empty. It's already very bright out, making you squint your eyes as you look for your alarm clock.

7:21 am

"You're awake." You turn to look at the doorframe where your boufriend is standing with his arms crossed and body leaned on the frame. "You kind of passed out before I could finish. I had to take care of it myself."

You cover your face in embarrassment, making your boyfriend walk over to you. He sits beside you, taking your hands by your wrists and kissing on the red rope marks around them.

"Sorry I tied them too tightly." He apologizes, his lips covering kisses all around your red wrists. "Don't be, I was pulling on them myself." You smile at your boyfriend, pouting your lips and letting him lean over to press you a morning kiss.

"Speaking of you passing out before I could finish," He looks at you smugly, smirk on his lips and a lazy look lacing his eyes. "Who's all grand and no finale now?"

[dourpeep]

you asked for albedo stuff yesterday and i forgot to give you some 🥲 here

-Albedo bites the ends of his pencil/pen while in deep thought

-He covers his mouth while laughing

-His hair is a huge problem to becoming messy so he usually keeps it in one style bc he sucks at styling hair

-I believe he would hyperfocus on a meal until he starts to hate it and goes onto another

-Probably sleeps on his back or stomach

-Quietly sings to himself when he's alone doing experiments

-his hands are probably soft as hell

-he probably bounces his leg when stressed

-I cant decide whether or not he's always cold or always hot (wearing his jacket everywhere but seems fine at dragonspine??)

-would break klee out of jail

-he always tries to have at least one meal with klee

WAIT SHIT I FORGOT ABOUT THIS--

definitely a pleasant surprise nodnod always a treat to have more Albedo, thank you for the food, Chi OTL

I'll write a little about each one b/c I have no self control and I'm feeling inspired by ur headcanons so lets goooooo ehehehe

They'll be a mix between imagines and drabbles!

Enjoy the food :3c

Contains: Albedo x gn!Reader, some standalone Albedo, Klee, fluff

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- Breaking Habits -

"Albedo? You're doing it again-"

He blinks, shifting to remove the tip of his pencil from his lips, frowning when little indents come into view.

"Hm...it appears to be so."

Really, the Chief Alchemist has tried to wean himself off the habit, taking to coating the butt ends of his writing utensils with a horrid concoction of qingxin and jueyun chili, but the moment he slips into his usual daily tasks, it arises once more. The bitter spiciness is a taste that he still has not forgotten.

When his brows crease and his gaze seems to burn into the pencil, you offer a smile. With a kiss pressed to his temple, you take it from his loose grasp, setting it down on the table's surface.

A few weeks later, it dawns on him that the touch of wood to his lips evokes the memory of your gentle reminder. Without fail, he sets his pencil down in search of a sweet to busy himself with instead.

- His Laugh -

I can just imagine him with his hand lifted to cover his mouth, a smile tugging at his lips and his eyes slightly squinted. It's something that'd happen almost instantaneously--he doesn't intend to hide his smile but for some reason he can't help but do it.

An endearing habit that you've come to look for.

Regardless-

If you lower his hand and pepper him with a few little kisses, you'll get another giggle out of him before a kiss.

- Hairstyles -

Albedo only knows two ways to do hair: Klee's twin pigtails and his own half-up braid.

Over the past three years of his residency in Mond, it's become a sort of trademark. The assumption that it's just how he likes to style his hair has long since been accepted as truth--and really, he does prefer the style.

Though...

"Mr Albedo? Perhaps you should try to tie it all up instead...?"

The stray wisps of bangs that escape from the securely tied braid fall into his face and distract him from the task at hand. There's also the ever-present tickle right where the blond locks fall around his jaw. Surely, this shouldn't prove to be a problem considering he always has this style...right?

Needless to say, the smell of singed hair makes him choke and the Alchemist finds himself pulling away to tie his hair properly.

It's simple.

Or at least that's what he has been stuck repeating like a mantra as he stares at his reflection, unhappy with the way there's a strange bit of hair that refuses to stay tied. Sighing, he undoes his pony tail and tries again.

Hm.

No, now it's lopsided...certainly can't have that.

- Mealtime -

First, two little ears peek up above the surface of the counter besides him. Then, two little eyes belonging to a stuff rabbit toy followed by a red hat--

"Klee?"

The little girl stares at the fish steaks sizzling away on the pan, displeasure on her features despite the incredibly enticing smell. With unmatched resolve, she huffs.

"Big brother, Klee doesn't want fish again-"

Ah, right.

He's been in another of those moods, the particular taste and texture of the fish mingling with the salted butter, simple sauce, and lightly seasoned veggies sounding so much more appealing compared to nearly any other dish he's tried to enjoy in the past two weeks. It's without a doubt Albedo's all-time favorite dish. Perfect for someone with a small appetite and a need for something quick, filling, and nutritious.

"What would you like then?"

Ultimately (and truly, Albedo wasn't surprise), the little knight requested a serving of 'Fishy Toast'. Cutting up one of the fillets he'd fried, he laughs and shakes his head.

- Sleep Time -

When you come home, it's already dark, the streetlamps lining the cobbled road illuminating the front door as you fish out your key.

"Albedo? I'm back-"

Soft snoring punctuates the silence.

With a fond smile, you remove your shoes and make your way to the make-shift 'sleep station' set up on the couch. Sure enough, with his face shoved at an awkward angle against a pillow, Albedo lays on his stomach holding a second pillow to his chest.

As much as you'd rather not wake him (after all, he's barely gotten sleep over the past few days with how busy it's been), you kneel besides the couch to gently shake him awake.

"Bedo? Bedo, lets go to bed-"

He shoves his face further into his pillow, muttering something about waiting for results. But the silence that follows only lasts so long until he sighs and opens his bleary eyes.

"Welcome home," he mumbles, carefully shuffling best he can closer to meet your lips.

With a stretch and sigh, he sits up. Blond hair sticks up from the top of his head and to his cheek, some parts tangled despite his attempts to prevent it--your hair shouldn't tangle if you sleep on your stomach, right?

Holding back your laugh, you help him up so that the two of you can get ready to sleep.

- Singing -

Most often if not nearly each day, if you pass by the Favonius HQ's workshop, you might catch the soft sound of singing. A light sound that drifts from the partly-cracked door echoes into the empty hallway. Regardless of the traffic outside, it shows no sign of stopping, so you easily can sit right outside and listen.

It's not shy, though, even as the man's dulcet tone comes out gently, and there are days that the lyrics that slip from his tongue are of other regions.

Perhaps if you ever approach the Chief Alchemist, you might be able to convince him to sing just a short little tune. He'll oblige, though a soft dusting of pink will cover his cheeks as he does.

- Hands -

"My hands?"

Albedo watches as you tug off his gloves, head cocked to the side curiously. The moment his hands are free from their confines, you press a kiss to his palm and intertwine your fingers.

"Do you use lotion or something?"

He laughs.

"...Not that I am aware of...?"

When you squeeze his hand once, he squeezes yours back three times before bringing your joined hand to his cheek. Resting against them, his eyes close.

"Why do you ask?"

He feels you take his other hand as well, turning it over palm-side up, your fingertips tracing over the lines that adorn it's surface.

The tenderness of your touch is enough to make his heart stutter in his chest.

"Mmm...no reason."

- Leg Bouncing -

Whenever Albedo bounces his leg sitting at the Dragonspine workshop, a curse or two will slip out the moment his knee bangs against the wood.

Even being considered short, the table has decided to lay just low enough for him to cause minor injury to himself.

Shaking his head, he rubs at his knee to rid himself of the dull ache before continuing his observations at hand.

- His Jacket -

Wait okay but like...what if he actually has different versions of the same jacket? They look virtually the same but there's some of lighter material for warmer days, 'standard' ones for day-to-day use, and heavier ones lined with warm, soft fabric to insulate heat when he's on Dragonspine.

Same with his tights. I do know for a fact that there are tights lined with fleece that are incredibly warm and comfortable!!

- Escapees -

"You need to be very quiet, alright?"

Once more in the dark of the night, Albedo finds himself awake within the walls of the Favonius Headquarters.

Now...Klee technically wasn't grounded, so technically escorting her out of the so called 'solitary confinement' wasn't against any rule. To be fair, the room itself also wasn't really that either, judging by the child-themed decor, soft bed, books littering the floor, and the little table that sits just off to the opposite side of the room.

So! Albedo was certain that there wasn't any harm in what he was doing.

Not that he wasn't still sneaking around on his little improvised rescue mission.

He looks back to Klee, the little girl now wide awake and hanging on to his hand tightly.

When the morning comes, he sighs, crouched sitting on one of the child-sized chairs in the solitary confinement room, Klee peacefully snoozing in bed.

If only Jean wasn't pulling an all-nighter last night as well.

- Very Early Breakfasts -

Klee wakes up to the smell of sweet berry jam and chocolate in the air.

Clumsily, she slips out from under the covers with Dodoco cradled in her arms, padding along the wooden floors on her way to the kitchen.

"Big brother...?" She rubs the sleep from her eyes waiting for him to turn around.

"Oh, good morning Klee-"

"What time is it?"

That, Albedo decided, was a very good question. Especially considering that he hadn't yet gone to sleep and instead shuffled through the kitchen in the early hours of the day to make pancakes. If he had to guess--and he took a quick peek out the window despite the darkness of the early morning lending no clue--he'd say it was nearing 4am.

"Early. Go ahead and sit down, breakfast is almost ready."

The plate is presented to her with a brilliant smile, the Chief Alchemist satisfied to be able to keep his promise with her to always share a meal. But...the fluffy pancakes and freshly made whipped cream were also a source of his brightened mood.

Even though he knew he'd have no time to sleep and pack for his next Dragonspine expedition, the lack of sleep was worth seeing the sudden widening of eyes and delighted giggle from his younger sibling.

He could always take a quick nap at the base camp, anyway.

[nctsworld]

fire alarm

✩ mark x reader | college au | fluff | 1.7k 

SUMMARY ⇾ when your dorm building’s fire alarm goes off in the middle of the night and everyone’s outside, you offer to share your blanket with your shivering, cute neighbour. WARNINGS ⇾ fluff, couple of swear words RATING ⇾ teen+ 

⇾ gif created by me, please don’t repost or share without credit!

You started to drift into deep sleep when the sudden blares of the dorm’s fire alarm stirs you awake. 

Your groans are muffled in your pillow, frustrated that this is probably another false alarm like usual. With heavy eyes, you rush to grab your phone and keys, stuff your feet into your shoes, and waddle among the crowd of students, departing the building with your blanket over your shoulders as a make-shift jacket.   

The moment you reach the front of the building where everyone safely coalesces, you glance at your phone as you tug at the ends of your blanket around your chest. 3:08am glows back at you, along with a couple other notifications. You barely get the chance to check them since the blatant chattering of teeth nearby catches your attention instead. 

Your gaze rests on the familiar figure a few steps beside you, rubbing his arms up and down while his legs tremble. Peering around, you realize you’re one of the few who brought more than a jacket for extra warmth during this chill, autumn night. On the other hand, he’s one of the few who hardly had any layers, solely wearing a baggy red t-shirt and a pair of boxers. 

His face swivels side to side, searching the crowd, and it dawns on you that it’s none other than your next door neighbour, Mark. 

His dorm room was to the left of yours. You’ve only interacted with him in passing, regularly acknowledging each other with casual nods and smiles. His sweet smile never failed to make your heart race and to make the corners of your mouth widen further. You didn’t know much about him, except for the fact he played guitar since you occasionally heard him play late at night. 

You always wanted to get to know him, but neither of you shared the same classes nor were you in the same clubs. To make matters worse, the only time you saw one another was when either of you were coming or going.

Perhaps now was the time to finally make a move. 

Lifting your blanket off the pavement, you shuffle your way towards him. As you near him, it clicks in your head that you didn’t initially recognize him because, besides the lack of clothes and the slightly messy hair, he’s wearing glasses to boot. 

“Hey, neighbour.”  

Mark stops his searching and his focus lands on you. The handsome individual steps closer to shorten the space between you, displaying his signature smile. You grip onto your blanket tighter and the weight of your shoulders droop, allowing your face to shyly sink into the sea of fabric covering you. 

The shivering man says your name and replies with a cool, “Hey.” 

“Do you want to share the blanket with me?” 

“Oh, no. It’s okay, I’m all right,” he stammers with a shake of his head, continuing to rub his arms.  

You perk an eyebrow and open one of your arms out, offering him the promise of warmth. 

Beaming, you say, “There’s enough room for another.”

His mouth twists to one side of his face, the gears in his head obviously turning. 

“Are you sure?”       

A hum, nod, and a grin answer his uncertainty. Mark swiftly grasps onto the end of the blanket and wraps himself over his shoulder. Although the heat from the front of your body flees due to the partial sacrifice of your cover, you’re now having an extra source of heat from being right next to Mark, touching shoulder to shoulder. 

“Thanks,” he bobs his head. “I appreciate it. I just bolted out of bed and didn’t think of even bringing a jacket.” 

“That’s okay, that’s why you have me,” you joke, swaying and pressing your shoulder lightly against his. 

Both of you chuckle softly. There’s something else to add to the list of things that are keeping you warm—the prickling rising from your chest to your cheeks. 

You then comment, “I’ve never seen you with glasses before. I almost didn’t recognize you.” 

“Ah, yeah, I wear contacts during the day. Depending on stuff, I sometimes wear my glasses, but not as often.” 

“Well, I think you look good either way.” 

Your eyes practically fall and roll away from your head, cognizant of the words that just escaped your mouth. 

“I mean—” You snap your eyes shut for an extended beat, not wanting to see the look on your next door crush’s face. “You know what, let’s just pretend I didn’t say that out loud.” 

Exhaling a lengthy sigh, you turn to face the opposite direction, now regretting your offer to share your blanket with him. 

Your regret leads you to miss the way his face lights up. 

“Hey, no, thanks for the compliment.” 

Under the blanket, his fingers gingerly graze over yours for a fleeting moment, which causes you to shift your head towards him again. The tips of your noses are almost touching. His twinkling eyes are locked on you, but yours are veering everywhere else except on him. 

“If it makes you feel any better, I think you look good too.” 

With that, your gaze finally lands on Mark.  

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.” 

You want to continue the conversation, you really do, but you’re at a loss of words and are too busy getting lost in the galaxy of his eyes from up-close. From the way he’s not tearing his eyes away either, a little part of you wonders if he harbours an infatuation with you as well. He couldn’t possibly, right? 

Despite being practically strangers, the silent, intense aura blooms as time passes. Your respective breaths brush against each other’s lips and it’d be so easy to just lean in to meet the other’s—

Suddenly, the tension is cut short as everyone begins to sluggishly amble their way back into the building. 

Although nothing really transpired, you break apart simultaneously like someone caught you two doing something you shouldn’t. Mark lets you have your blanket all to yourself once more and both of you head back side by side in comfortable silence.  

After walking up the flight of stairs, trailing behind all the other residents of the building, you finally reach your respective doors. 

“It was nice to see you,” you say, pulling your keys out and inserting the fitting one into your lock. 

“Yeah, thanks for sharing your blanket with me. I really appreciate it.” 

“Anytime, neighbour,” you glance up at him from your hand. His whole body faces you and his mouth is agape like he’s itching to say something. On second thought, he presses his lips together and feels around his body for his keys. Realization hits him in the face. 

“Shit,” he bangs his forehead against the door, deterring you from entering your home abode. “I forgot my keys inside.” 

Mark turns to you with a scrunched face. Even in a state of frustration, how could someone be so cute? “Sorry to ask, but can I borrow your phone?” 

“Oh, yeah. Of course.” You don’t hesitate to scramble and hand it over to him. 

He mumbles a quick thanks, rubbing the back of his head. When he finishes entering a number to dial-in, he holds the phone against his ear and leans the side of head against his door, still facing you. You stand there awkwardly, eyes wavering between the adorable phone borrower and the handful of people in the hallway trickling back into their dorms. 

After the third unanswered ring, a bold offer impulsively escapes your lips.  

“You know, you can stay at my place overnight if you need to.” 

Oh, no. Shit. Why brain, why?

You don’t register your brazenness until the fifth ring, when Mark’s jaw is hanging and his eyebrows are glued to the ceiling. Okay, maybe you can save the moment by saying it was a joke or—

“Hello?” you overhear a muffled grumble on the other end. 

The shock dissolves away from his face. “Oh, hey. Sorry to wake you, Johnny. It’s Mark…” 

Utter embarrassment. This time, you can’t save yourself from your impetuous words. Millions of possibilities run through your mind, including abandoning your phone for him to keep and then moving to another building. No, moving to another college. Actually, Mars sounds like an even better idea. 

You’re so deep in your overdramatic thoughts, your face in a pinch behind your blanket, that you don’t even realize Mark’s already done with his call. 

“Thanks.” His voice breaks you away from your thoughts, eyelids shooting open. He must’ve stepped closer while you weren’t looking because he’s now in front of you, dangling your device from his fingertips. You gently grasp the phone, jointly holding it with him. 

“And about your offer…” You cringe, ready for him to ignore your existence until the end of time. You officially ruined everything, and nothing has even happened yet. 

“How about we go on a date first?” 

Your head shoots up at his proposition. Did you hear that right? 

“Then, maybe when the fire alarm goes off again next time and I forget my keys, I’ll take you up on it.”

It could be because it’s almost 4am and you’re teetering on sleep, or you’re purely stricken, but all you could do is nod mindlessly and squeak, “Sure.”    

A heartstopping smile rolls over his face. “I was hoping you’d say that. I took the liberty of adding myself to your contacts and sent a text to my phone.” 

Mark releases your phone from his grip and begins to walk backwards towards the stairs, suppressing his desire to stay with you for a little while more. But, it’s late and it’s not like this was the last time he’d see you. You are neighbours after all. 

Waving, he whisper-shouts in the hallway, “I’ll text you back first thing when I can. Have a good night!” 

You subtly wave back, still huddling your blanket over your shoulders. When he disappears from your line of sight, you enter your room and flop onto your bed with a jubilant sigh. 

Following knocks at his door, a slit-eyed Johnny is welcomed by a vivacious friend. Too vivacious for 4am. 

“Dude, you won’t believe what just happened. Remember that cute neighbour I’ve been telling you about?...” 

Maybe (and thankfully) there wasn’t an actual fire, but another one was certainly beginning to kindle. 

And neither of you had the intention of extinguishing it any time soon. 

[ablackfangirlwrites]

Jealous

A/n: y'all should already know I really like beyonce and I really like fics inspired by music so this is just a product of that 😘 I linked the song in the title

Also language warning? Da be cursing in this one

You watched the clocks hit 4am

Keigo should have been home hours ago

Yet he wasnt

Not even a call or text

Clearly he forgot or he didnt care

And all you could do was sit there alone and feel pathetic

Your tears had already dried up a half hour ago

But that didnt mean you felt anything less then humiliated as you sat there with the now empty bottle of champagne and half naked in the lingerie you bought

It was your two year anniversary

You had it all planned out although you didnt plan for him to be a no show

But you could only blame yourself for that

Having a hero as a boyfriend is difficult

Anyone who was in a relationship with one would agree with that

But you were sure you had it just a bit worse

Because your boyfriend just so happened to be the number 2 hero

You thought it was bad when he was just number 3

But since hawks started holding the second spot it kept getting worse

At first things were fine; Great even.

He was a dotting boyfriend the two of you talked and laughed with each other about everything

Anyone who saw you together wouldn't have any doubts that you were in love

And you knew being in an official relationship would be difficult he was a hero after all

And especially since he didnt even want anyone knowing about the two of you

But you remember all those sweet words keigo would tell you

"I don't know what I'd do without you babe."

"I dont want anyone else sweetheart."

"Kid you're the most important person in my life."

"I love you y/n."

But that was the thing keigo said those things keigo was the one who kept promises he was the one you fell in love with

Not hawks

They were different people

Hawks was the man who put everything above you

The one whos lies and refuses to be straight with you

The one who shuts you out

The one who shamelessly flirted with everyone even on national tv knowing you'd see

But still didnt seem to care

And if he didn't care why should you?

Hawks got home around 6am and saw the place a mess

Curtain on the floor, broken glass. Everything disheveled

He almost thought someone had broken in and had a fight

But he knew bettter when he saw you sitting on the couch mascara stain on your face

"Shit." He mutter to himself

He knew exactly why you were upset and had this tantrum

But it wasnt exactly like he could pause in the middle of a mission to text you

"Im sorry y/n." He said sitting a banquet of roses down beside you

But keigo knew at this point those flowers were useless

"You think thats supposed to make me feel better?" You said bitterly

"Babe-"

"Dont fucking babe me." You yelled at him, "You forgot! I sat up all night looking like an idiot and you forgot because when it comes down to it you don't care about anyone but yourself keigo!"

"I was working."

"Like I believe that," you shook your head, "I bet you were with one of your new sidekicks. I bet you were just showing off for one of your adoring fans forgetting that im here."

You knew he was telling the truth he had no reason to lie about it

But in your mind you wanted to yell, you wanted to be angry you wanted to hurt him like he had been hurting you

Because tonight wasnt the first time he didnt keep a promise as of late or just simply neglected you

This had been boiling for a while and now the pot was over flowing

Hawks grew more frustrated as you yelled you were making stuff up and it wasn't even his fault

"It wasn't like that," he tired to talk only for you to jump in

"Save it hawks." You rolled your eyes walking out the room, "just admit you dont appreciate me cause you're comfortable knowing im just sitting here waiting on you and you don't have to put any real effort when you want to get your dick wet."

Keigo followed you from the other room yelling, "You know that isnt true! And you knew how this relationship was going to be from the beginning!"

"What realtionship?" You yelled, "You're barely home! I never see you anymore, and when I do its either you on tv flirting with some random person! Or when were here together you dont talk anymore! How do you think that makes me feel?"

You were letting your fears and jealousies speak, "is it someone else? Are you fucking somebody else Keigo."

"You are so insane of course not! Im working all the time its commission stuff I cant talk about it." Keigo knew deep down you were right he had been drifting away but that was because of work not because he was falling out of love with you

But maybe it was the stress of being up all night or because he was angry that you were clearly yelling at him for no reason he didint tell you that instead he yelled "You're being so fucking paranoid."

"Dont just brush me off-" but Hawk cut you off this time

"If I wanted to fuck someone else trust me kid I would, and I can cause if you hadn't noticed im pretty popular."

"You're such an asshole!"

"And your crazy!"

"Then why do you even bother Keigo! Just go!" You said throwing a pillow from your bed at him

"You're right I should! Cause its fucking pointless when your-you're acting like such a bitch." He said catching it and throwing it on the floor

His words hurt and you knew you had been pushing him to yell but still not wanting to let go you yelled with hot tears in your eyes, "I hate you!"

You both seemed to freeze once those words were spoken

You wanted to immediately take it back

You wanted to tell him that you didnt hate him that you loved him so much that it hurt

That all you really wanted tonight was to spend it in his arms

But you couldn't swallow your pride

Instead you turned away from him

Keigo knew things had already gone too far when he chased after you yelling

He felt guilty about his words

He didnt mean anything he had said, ...you kno- I- Im sorry y/n." He tried to reach out to you but you pulled away from him

"I cant do this anymore Keigo..."

Panic was clear on his face once you spoke those words

Couldnt do what?

Him? You two have aruged before you can get over it, "Y/n-"

"Ill sleep on the couch tonight." You said leaving the room and keigo

Who could only sit and wonder what would become of your relationship in the morning

Y'all bet ur sweet asses there'll be a part 2

[all-things-fic]

Harry FaceTime MC and baby Edie to show his Grammy challenge

Grammy Daddy // A Quarantine Harry interlude

This may not be much but I’m trying to dip my toe back into the fic world. The other piece is still coming (no pun intended) for the Grammys but I probably won’t be able to give it entire attenton until the middle of next week. Hope this tides everyone over! x

***

The sound of cries from the baby monitor woke you. They weren’t cries of distress which made the sound less of a shock to you being newly awakened but you reacted all the same.

Sitting up on the edge of the bed, there was a heaviness to your body that hadn’t been felt in the longest time. Your eyes swept over your master bedroom and lingered on the empty side of your usually shared bed. Not long enough to dwell, but long enough to recognise that you were parted.

When filming had finished, you and Harry came to the joint decision that going home would be best for both you and your baby girl. Harry was still needed in Los Angeles for commitments and would be joining you in time for him to quarantine in preparation for another movie.

It wasn’t a decision that the two of you had made lightly. It was one however, that had him beginning to burn the candle at both ends once it had been decided, just to ensure he was getting enough time with Edie before the two of you parted from him.

Reaching for your phone and letting your mind wander, your feet sluggishly padded across your bedroom floor and into the room next door.

The nursery here in London was unfinished.

If that thought had entered your mind at any other time of day it would’ve annoyed you, but thinking it at just shy of 4am meant that it went in one ear and out the other.

That didn’t mean it didn’t stop your eyes taking in everything.

The barely decorated walls which still held paint swatches and baby furniture still yet to be made. You were grateful that the cot and the changing table which held storage for clothes had been a priority before the rush of Harry’s work even became a thing. You were even more grateful for the rocking chair, set up in the corner to use for nursing, than ever before.

Soft shushing sounds had already begun to leave you subconsciously as you walked closer to your daughter. Her cries were still consistent but not getting any louder.

Looking down, you hated seeing the way her pretty face crumpled with upset and had started to get pink. Usually when you came to find her after sleep she would be looking up at you with her big, captivated eyes and provide you with a crooked smile very similar to the one that belonged to her Daddy.

You slowly lifted your hand and gently rested it on top of her stomach. Her tiny body shook as her arms were reached out either side of her. Your eyes quickly surveyed the situation in which you had found yourself, noting the way her baby blanket had been kicked off her while she slept.

“‘S okay baby, Mommy’s here,” you soothed, voice whispered as you watched the way her crumpled face started to soften and her cries lessened. You were sure her abrupt awakening had come from being cold, her body not quite used to the changing of locations and climates. “Did someone get cold? I think they did.”

You heard your voice now, the way it had taken on that tone it usually adopted as you spoke to you little girl. Part of you loved it but the other part was willing you to get out of it sooner rather than later, wanting Edie to pick up talking correctly initially rather than understanding “baby talk”.

Reaching down you gently lifted your daughter out of her cot, the blanket swiftly picked up with your left hand and threw gently towards the rocking chair. “Mommy’s here baby, Mommy’s got you,” you whispered, lips held against her temple as she gently rested her face in to your neck.

You naturally took on a rocking motion, as the cries of your daughter began to subside once more. The tension of her tiny body fading as she relaxed in your arms having previously taken on a tremble when you reached for her.

“Just us girls together,” you continued to speak to her, feeling her soft breathing hit your neck as she calmed.

Spinning around you located the rocking chair in the corner and quickly pulled at the dirty washing, which had been thrown on the seat by your own hands much earlier in the night, and let it fall to the floor before you sat.

Once comfortable you skilfully unbuttoned your pyjama shirt one-handed, like second nature and pushed the item open, guiding your grizzly daughter to your left boob. She latched with ease, her tiny hand lifting to rest gently atop your flesh, her fingers flexing slightly to softly grip.

With your spare hand, you stroked over her hair and down the centre of her nose watching the way the motion caused her eyes to flutter. She always opened them back up once you moved your hand back to the top of her head, and the way she immediately zoned in on you again caused you to softly smile down at her.

“Didn't fancy sleeping through this evening then?” You directed your question down to Edie.

Talking to her as she fed was something that you had ensured you did the minute she comfortably took to your breast.

You had read somewhere, and so had Harry, that even from when a baby is just a newborn, by taking up speaking you would be teaching your baby important language skills every time you verbally engaged. This also included singing. Babies needed to hear language before they could start talking. You were supporting and loving your baby by talking to them, even if they were unable to talk back yet.

Thinking about it, maybe you should revel in the fact that she couldn’t talk back yet.

“Maybe next time save the late nights for Daddy. Really welcome him home, eh?” You heard your amused lilt as you spoke and enjoyed feeling joy regardless of the ungodly hour.

At the mention of Harry, you felt the buzz of your phone in the pocket of the joggers you had commandeered from the man himself. Using your right hand, you quickly fished the item out from where it was nestled against your thigh, having no idea who would be contacting you at this time and quickly read the screen.

Wanting the time on the clock to be purely fictional rather than reality, you accepted the FaceTime call from your husband and if you didn’t feel so corpse-like you wondered if you would dread how you were going to present yourself to him.

After you accepted his FaceTime call, you had expected to see his face almost immediately. Instead you were met with what looked to be the inside of a suit jacket. Whatever it was, it looked to cost a pretty penny.

Slightly loud and boisterous noises caused your thumb to go into immediate action by pressing down the volume on your phone, your eyes averting away from the screen to drop down to your dozing baby girl as she gently fed from your breast.

“Bro,” you heard his drawl, followed quickly by a slightly laughed and shrieked, “What?!”

You were beginning to wonder if he had forgotten about you, before the phone moved again and you saw his face. Even held at an unflattering angle he was infuriatingly attractive.

His eyes glittered through the screen, slightly manic no doubt from the alcohol that had been consumed, a checkered mask looped around us ears and pushed under his chin.

The two of you stared at each other through the screen, both trying to read each other regardless of the 5,437 miles between the two of you.

“You didn’t,” you whispered, as his lips broke out into a larger grin, one side of his mouth slowly raising higher than the other.

He hummed with a slight eyebrow raise, lips rolling into his mouth to curb how overwhelmed and happy he was. “Might have.”

“Harry,” you breathed his name.

“Love you, darling,” he replied. “Didn't think I’d get you.”

“Someone woke me.”

Your eyes dropped down to your daughter who seemed to be more alert now from the additional sound of a familiar voice. She stared at you with a wonder that never failed to make you catch your breath. The amount of love in her big eyes, something neither she, nor you, were able to fathom.

As she kept your eyes, you heard his voice, “She said my Daddy is a Grammy Daddy, wake up Mummy we gots some celebratin’ t’do.”

[wanderingrain]

Blogging through Till the World Ends Episode 3

Every time they show me a wide shot of this apartment I can't help but think about TharnType. I'm sorry.

Ew what are the hets doing here? Also where is this gang holed up that they're still here?

Lol not them arguing over who gets to kill Art.

No it's 4am and the way I just screeched!! The fake blood! Golf just killed a man with a lichen knife. Why are you dropping the knife? Did Art just kill bubblegum girl? They've both gone feral!

At least Golf seems to be traumatized after killing someone now cause I thought for a minute we were gonna breeze right past that.

Major props to Art's actor for just straight up sobbing like that.

Once again Golf showing his obsessive tendencies. He's known this boy for three days and is unhealthily attached. I would normally wave it off as "just one of those tv show things" but they said he only knew his girlfriend for a week and was overpossessive of her too. Seems like a pattern to me.

I hope you're gonna turn more lights on before you try and stitch him up.

Nope we're doing this in the semi-dark.

Art's face I can't

Babes you can barely handle him touching the wound with a cotton ball and you're asking him to sew it up? You know you're gonna need to hold still for that right? Maybe we should break out the drinking alcohol.

Wow i really don't need these sound effects thanks.

Oh good it's over.

Wait shower? After you just got stitches? Wait.

Wow this bed is huge.

Golf already looks so in love. I love how Art is clutching the blanket to his chest lol

ugh I'm so soft for hand holding. I love how quietly they're talking. I love how the camera doesn't want to focus on them lol

Babes this is the second time he's called you cute actually.

The way Art looks so scandalized from being called cute!

Oh so it's more than just a 2 person pattern.

I love that Art is just casually playing with Golf's fingers as they talk. We need more casual touches like this where the touch isn't the focal point of the scene.

Not the instrumental Christmas music again! Why Thailand why?

The way Art's hand is fully resting over Golf's now while he's trying to comfort him. The way they didn't make a big deal about it and they're just allowed to touch each other casually.

Both of these boys are good actors. The emotion, the body language. Good job boys.

I'm not sure I believe Art would really leave the apartment again after what just happened but I'm willing to suspend my disbelief.

🤣🤣🤣 Not Bubblegum gang girl still laying on the ground! Guess she's alive then. Didn't expect to be getting her pov.

Shut up Art! Do you want to alert Bubblegum to your presence? If you get taken hostage by the same girl twice in 24 hours I swear...

Ohhh is he about to remember? Nope nevermind.

Oh good Bubblegum's got his wallet.

Breakfast on the- why would you leave the apartment? How do you know the roof is safe? Ya'll literally almost died less than 12 hours ago in this apartment complex and now you want to go up to the roof?! Are you inane?

WOAH OK that's a lot

Anybody else feel weird about bubblegum touching him when he's still all sweaty from sex?

Is he not a new recruit after all? Then why were they trying to pressure him into killing someone in the beginning?

Honestly this gang doesn't scare me so I don't really feel much about them having Golf's picture. Lol.

If Golf and Art would just stay locked up in the apartment the gang would probably never find them unless they went door to door kicking in doors. So I'm sure some sort of shenanigans will ensue to make sure our main characters are dumb enough to expose themselves. I'm betting that Art remembers what happened and tries to run away for the third time and gets caught by bubblegum and she uses him to lure Golf out.

I still think one of the gang members is probably Art's brother because that's usually how these things work. Or maybe Golf's brother has something to do with the gang. Either way I'm sure they'll be saved by some kind of brotherly intervention.

On to episode 4

[everyhowlmarksthedead]

the lift.

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❝ request by anon: Girl I love that we must watch all the same things because your masterlist is heaven!! I love all the characters lol Can I request an imagine for reader x Steve Rogers where the reader is an avenger but her and Bucky are super close where everyone thinks they’re together, but it’s platonic. Reader and Steve have massive crushes on each other, but are two idiots who don’t realize it. The team has to help hem figure it out?? Or you can switch them around it you want. I love Steve and Bucky equally 🤷‍♀️

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“This is a bad idea, sir”.

The metallic voice from F.R.I.D.A.Y. speaks throughout the living room. Even she knows that locking you and Steven inside the lift isn't going to help you to realize what you feel for each other.

“Sh…” Stark utters before taking a sip from his glass of whisky.

All the Avengers are there. Natasha has made popcorn to share with Bruce, while Pepper is trying to persuade his husband to stop, asking Bucky for help. But he just shrugs in her direction.

“Do you have plans for tonight?” The captain asks resting his waist against the railing, placing his hands there too.

“Nope. I think I'm just… gonna order some food and have a quiet night”. You shake your head, holding a S.H.I.E.L.D. file closer to your chest. “Why? You have another option?”

“Nope”. He imitates you with a soft grimace, almost giggling. “Sounds good to me, ma'am”.

“Oh, so, will I be blessed with your presence, Capta—”.

You can't finish the joke when the lift shakes slightly by stopping. A loud roar turns the lights inside red. Steve walks to the control, hitting every button on it as if this gesture could make it work again. And you're starting to sweat. You have claustrophobia and suddenly these four walls feel too close to each other. Like, really close.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.?” He exclaims once and again before turning at you, hyperventilating sitting on the floor. “Hey, hey, hey! Are you okay?”

“I ca— I can't breathe, Steve”. You barely babble.

“Okay, okay, don't panic. It's okay”. Keeping as much calm as he can, the soldier removes the file from your hands to take off your jacket.

“Let the lift fall a little”. Tony casually pronounces the command to his A.I., making everyone in the room turn at him.

The lift falls a little. And the whole damn city can hear you screaming. Steve is on the verge of his nerves, standing up to try to force the doors and open them. You may be somewhere between the twentieth and the twenty-first floor. But they feel like both are hermetically closed.

“Hello? Anybody hear us?” The Captain screams from the bottom of his lungs, palming and hitting the walls.

“God, I'm gonna die”. You whisper in tears, causing your friend to kneel again close to you.

He doesn't doubt taking you into his strong arms, maneuvering to sit on the floor and put you onto his laps, tightly wrapping you against his chest. Steve rocks you, wanting you to calm down and to not think where you are, nor what's happening. He has protected and comforted you before, but this time where not even F.R.I.D.A.Y. is responding, you know it's the end. And you don't want to die in silence.

“I love you”. You sob, hiding your face under his jaw, gripping your fingers in his shirt.

He laughs quietly, leaving a kiss on top of your head. “I love you too”.

He hasn't understood you.

“I love you, Steve”. You repeat the confession. “I don't wan— wanna… die without telling you”.

“Don't be dramatic”. He scoffs, not replying to what you have just said.

Stark never thought it wouldn't happen this fast, but now, everybody is celebrating your revelation.

“Can you, for the love of God, take them out of there?" Pepper almost begs, knowing how bad do you feel in closed spaces.

“Just… one minute else”.

The excuse they gave you both was that they were training and minding their own business. But the A.I. is everywhere, so at least you don't believe them. And you can't stop thinking about what you told Steve. He hasn't acted weird after it, probably imagining it has been part of the moment. But it's not.

Getting up from your bed, not being able to sleep, you tour the long hallways to his dorm. Taking a deep breath as you notice the light under the door, you come closer to knock it. Walking inside and closing the room behind your back, you rest it against the iron door. The soldier is lying on his mattress, reading a book about Sherlock Holmes. But the story is left in the background when he raises his eyes towards you and a funny grimace appears on his face.

“You came to my room at fou—”.

“I was serious”. You interrupt him with a firm tone. Swallowing, you close your eyes to find the encouragement to repeat your words somehow. “I'm in love with you, Steve. Ever since”.

His gesture suddenly disappears, causing you to tremble a little. But before you can continue speaking, he tosses the sheets by his side over him to palm the bed. In silence, you walk straight to it slowly, hesitating. As soon as his arms can surround you, he pushes you onto his chest, tucking you there. He didn't believe the excuse Stark gave you either. It wasn't a coincidence.

“I love you too”. He whispers, not like a secret, but only wanting you to hear his —surprisedly— honeyed voice. “I can't even explain what you make me feel, but you complete me in the most perfect way. And I was good being your friend. I can't anymore now”.

Steve is aware he doesn't need vocal permission to kiss you, bringing his lips to yours. You don't hold back a soft sigh, leaving a hand on his chest and landing the other on his neck. At first, you don't have any rush. You take your time tasting each other's lips until he finds your tongue with his and something explodes within your guts. Soon the two of you are breathless, needed for more, pawing and exploring your anatomies under your clothes.

“I want to make you mine”. The soldier growls against your mouth, settling himself between your legs to shorten any kind of distance, losing the shame that still characterizes him sometimes.

“And, what are you waiting for, Captain?” You gasp tangling your fingers into the golden locks of hair.

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[uwurakax]

boy, i hate you ♡

pairing: akaashi x reader ♡

genre: angst // cheating // suggestive (not explicit) ♡

summary: you swore to yourself that you’d never stay with a cheater, so why was it so hard to let go? ♡

♡ the sequel “boy, i need you” - read the second part here ♡

word count: 1.9k ♡

author’s note: ok this has been in my mind for ages now and i need this to go into the universe. i haven’t written in years so i am crappy rusty as hell (pls be kind ty). i don’t normally write but i had to. i also believe theres no gender mentioned? (it’s like 4am and i’ve had zero sleep so pls), but i suppose it leans to f!reader. i’ll regret uploading this later haha 🤟😭 also hasn’t been proofread and i wrote this at like 1am (excuses for my terrible writing yup, don’t judge me haha) ♡

♡ (inspired by f.u by little mix) ♡

infidelity

/ɪnfɪˈdɛlɪti/

noun

1. the action or state of being unfaithful to a spouse or partner

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Standing in front of the bathroom mirror, with your eyes red and wet was not an uncommon occurrence. You supposed at one point, it was, but those days felt like a distant dream. You had cried so much, it was a wonder you could keep up the waterworks. Your eyes were swollen, bloodshot and dry. The moisture had left them and were spilled, half dry, on your cheeks. 

It was pathetic. So pathetic how you could keep putting yourself through this. Day after day, breakdown after breakdown, you didn’t know how much more you could take. You quickly wiped away any more stray tears with the sleeve of the hoodie you were wearing.  His hoodie. 

You wondered how much liquid had been soaked up by his clothes. An ironic display of him comforting you indirectly when he was the one who caused those tears to spill in the first place.

You took a deep inhale and leaned over the porcelain countertop. It felt wrong. It felt awkward. It felt..dirty. You gripped the sides of the counter. You couldn’t pinpoint exactly where it all went wrong, it was just like it happened. Or maybe it didn’t, and it was there long before you had taken notice of the signs. 

All you knew was that suddenly, he wasn’t yours anymore. The home you shared with him wasn’t yours. Hell, even this goddamn pristine white bathroom wasn’t yours. For the past year or so, it was slowly losing the essence of you and him, and somehow converged into a you, him and her. You wondered if it just lost your sense entirely and had become his and hers - you being just a warm body that filled the cold space when he was gone, whether that be at work or when he had to take a ‘trip’. 

You were so sick of it. All the insecurity of when it started, why weren’t you enough, how’d it happen, and all those basic questions associated with a partner cheating were bubbling up inside of you. 

You wanted to push all the blame on him. You wanted to hate him, despise him for reducing you to the pathetic crying mess you were now, but you couldn’t. You knew, deep down inside, at some point it stopped being entirely his fault and that it shifted to you as well. Was it a week after you found out? A month? 3 months? 6 months? A year? Did it even matter anymore? You knew you had to stop this. You had to break it off with Akaashi. His unfaithfulness hurt you in a way that you couldn’t possibly imagine. You couldn’t keep living with the fact that he’d come home into your arms, holding you in the same way that he had just held somebody else. Somebody not you. Somebody who wasn’t his girlfriend. Geez, just how many times were you going to repeat that to yourself? You’d lost count on how many speeches and psych up’s that frequented your mind. 

This will be the last time. 

A silent promise to yourself, that this would be the end. That you’d finally pick yourself up, and gain some self confidence to just rip off that bandaid. No matter how much you loved him, no matter how long you had loved him, you had to do this for your sake. With a firm nod, you braced yourself, ready to finally free yourself from the love that was Akaashi Keiji. 

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It had been a few hours since your breakdown in the bathroom happened. You were anticipating Akaashi’s arrival for the past hour or so. You knew exactly why he was late, it didn’t take a genius to know that he was with her. You wished that just for tonight, he wouldn’t. The suspense was suffocating. You just wanted to get this over and done with.

Not even the soft material of the pillows on the lounge you sat on calmed you. You absentmindedly ran your fingers through the plush texture, hoping to quell the dread and unease steadily rising with each passing moment that Akaashi didn’t enter through the front door. After what felt like forever, you finally heard his car coming into the driveway, the headlights peeking through the blinds. You closed your eyes and took in a deep breath. It did little to slow your racing heartbeat. You got up to greet him when the jingle of his keys echoed through the silent space that was ‘your home’, as he had put it the first time you entered into the building. Thats all it was to you now. A mix of brick and cement that no longer held the warmth that it once had, or perhaps it still did. Maybe that radiating glow just wasn’t for you anymore. 

“Keiji..”

“Hello my love” he was quick, or you were just too slow. Either way, his arms had found their way around you, pulling you close into his body. You couldn’t deny that your own craved his, fitting just a little too well, like jigsaw puzzle pieces. At one point it was relieving. At one point it would have brought you immense comfort. 

At one point it would have felt right. 

However at this moment in time, it didn’t. Maybe for a split second, you could’ve deluded yourself into thinking he was only yours, and you were only his. That sense of peace was gone in an instant when you smelt the pungent perfume of her on him. It clung to him desperately, and would soon dissipate throughout the house. The sickly sweet floral smell invading whatever little nook and cranny it could. Pushing out the fresh air.

Pushing out you.

It just further pressed the need to end things with him. Neither of you were happy in your relationship now.

For your sake and for his, you needed to do this quickly. 

You pulled away from him, hands on his chest. You had to force yourself to look at his face. It was time, you needed that bandaid off now. But when you searched his profile, you couldn’t see any other emotion but pure admiration.

Pure love.

Your breath hitched. Though it was when his hands made their way up to cup your cheeks that your body lost all rationality. Your heart now pumping quickly and loudly for a completely different reason. He slowly leaned in close and you instinctively closed your eyes. Soon enough, his lips were against yours. Soft you thought to yourself, but you could taste it. The underlying taste of something sweet. It was artificial, and definitely not Akaashi. 

God it hurt. It hurt, unbelievably so. 

His hands moved down and rested on your hips, fingers digging in ever so slightly. You both parted from each other, and this time, you decided to look into his eyes.

Gunmetal Blue.

It perfectly matched his beautiful face, and you knew you could get lost just staring into them. It honestly wasn’t fair how easily everything about him could just draw you in.

But you hated how he looked at you now. Like you held the stars in his sky. Like you were the most important person to him. It could almost make you sick, the gaze he had on you. How could he look at you like this? How could he touch you like that? How could he kiss you with such furore when he was just with somebody else, doing the exact same things that he was doing to you?

It just hurt. You never even got a chance to voice your thoughts on his infidelity, on the other woman, on anything. Because soon enough you found yourself led into the bedroom. Had he made love with that woman on the very bed you shared with him? There’s no way you could fool yourself into thinking that that space was sacred anymore. The sheets, the pillows, the mattress. All of it had been tainted. Much like everything else on this house. Contaminated with her touch when you were away and he had to stay home. Everywhere. Every surface, every room, hell every inch just had a lingering scent of her. 

Disgusting. Filthy. Soiled.

All those thoughts were washed away when Akaashi pulled you into the bed. Clothes now discarded haphazardly on the floor, easily forgotten. He gently brushed stray hairs away from your face and just observed you for a moment. He watched you with a smile, and you could reminisce back on your high school days. How was it that Akaashi Keiji, the sweet, shy and most amazing guy was doing something so horrible behind your back? You couldn’t understand. He was such a gentleman, so respectful and kind. So how? How could he do it so easily. 

He pulled you in, lips connecting once again. You knew it was wrong. To fall back into him would just lead you back into the spiral of pain and heartbreak. And yet, here you were, doing that exact thing. 

Because when he looked at you in that regard, when he touched you in the way that set your body ablaze, when he kissed you with such emotion and love, you could pretend that, just for a short period of time, that it was all just for you and only you. You could forget about the other woman. Could forget about all the thoughts of all the things he’d do with her. Forget the marks that he left on her, the same way he did you. 

You’d think of the consequences later, like you always did, because during these moments was when your heart didn’t ache so much, and you didn’t need to be left with your own intrusive thoughts. Here, like this, right now, you could just be two people together. Pretend that he did love you unconditionally.

Pretend that everything was okay. 

You knew tomorrow you’d regret it. Wake up in his arms and sob about how much of a coward you were to walk away. 

This will be the last time.

How many times had you repeated that phrase only to continue this toxic cycle? It wasn’t the first time, and it wouldn’t be the last. You hated Akaashi, but you hated yourself more, because you knew that you’d always lose yourself to him. Like a puppet master with the strings, you were pushed and pulled to his desire. 

You now lay in bed, with the covers over you both, and his hand rubbing a soothing trail up and down your arm. You wondered if this would’ve been a good time to do it. To cut your loses and go.

But..

Akaashi scooted over towards you, his hand now finding its way behind your head. His own now angled to press a delicate kiss on your forehead. You shut your eyes, willing the tears to not show. 

“I love you”

..you could never do it.

With a small, sad smile (hoping that the darkness of the night shielded the pain from him), you whispered the words that contradicted everything you had been feeling.

“I love you too”

It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence. You knew tomorrow you’d go through the same process. You knew you’d feel the same anger, frustration and ache. Knew that you’d put on one of his shirts or hoodies on for any sense of comfort. Knew that you’d cry and get lost in your thoughts. Knew that you’d swear that this was the last time this would ever happen. 

And deep down, you knew that you’d never really do it, because you’d fall right back into loving Akaashi Keiji again, just like all those times before.