#once in an argument a friend shouted at me “AT LEAST I DON'T HAVE A WEIRD CRUSH ON A BALD CARTOON!!”

[cpericardium]

Greg Heffley replaces Greg Veder Worm AU: 20 killed, 70 injured.

I think he'd do fine

[barcaatthemoon]

hold it in || claudia pina x reader ||

claudia pulls away when she thinks that you're dating cata.

"carry me!" you shouted as you jumped onto cata's back. you arrived with her to training like you did every single day. cata dropped her bag down to make room for you to ride on her back to the locker room. the two of you were extremely close as cata was your roommate and best friend, but despite what a few of your teammates thought, that was the extent of your relationship.

everyone was fairly used to seeing cata carry you around, so nobody said anything. she dumped you straight onto the floor in between where patri and claudia were standing. almost immediately, claudia dropped down to help you up onto your feet. she made sure that you were okay before turning to cata and flaying into her a bit.

"it's everyday with this bit. you would think that claudia would just give it up. i'm pretty sure that's the only reason cata still does it," patri said. you nodded as you brushed all of the dirt off of yourself. the two of you stood back watching cata and claudia playfully fight with each other.

alexia came over to break it up at the sound of the first crash. all of you were ushered out to the pitch. you easily fell in step with cata, who linked your arms together. claudia frowned at the sight in front of her. it was like the universe wanted to throw it in her face that you weren't hers. you liked cata, and claudia had missed her chance with you when you transferred.

"don't shoot rockets at me, i'm not panos!" cata warned as she separated from you with a shove. you rolled your eyes as you stumbled to the side. claudia clenched her fists, even though you were laughing along with cata. the goalkeeper blew you a kiss before she went over to join the others.

"i swear she's so annoying sometimes," you said as you fell in step with patri and claudia. patri hummed in agreement, but claudia didn't even react to you. they went with the other midfielders for training, but since the coaching staff wanted to push you back a bit, they had you with the defenders.

you had played as a defender in your youth club teams, but your college and national team had you playing as a forward. slowly, you had made your way up the positions, but every now and then you liked to fall back. you were a versatile player, one that barcelona had jumped to add to their roster as a few of their key players left.

you kept glancing at claudia during practice, but for once, you never met her eye. you chalked it down to claudia not feeling well, so you gave her space. unfortunately, you weren't the only one who noticed claudia's change in mood. patri had confronted her several times throughout the day, all coming to a head with a huge argument in the parking lot.

"hey, don't worry about them. they'll be fine, they scream at each other like that every other week. it's natural," cata reassured you. she was right, their little squabbles did tend to get heated, but something about what you had just watched felt different. "come on, let's go get some rest."

…

claudia's mood was not a one-off thing. at least it wasn't around you and cata. claudia seemed distant and a bit more tempermental around the two of you. it took about a week of claudia acting like that for you to decide that it was best if you kept your distance with her. cata seemed to have decided the same thing, and in that, she knew that she had to look out for you a little bit more.

"ugh, disgusting," claudia muttered to herself as she watched you hold cata in a tight embrace. cata's gloves were still off, so she ran her fingers through your hair. you completely melted against her body. it was no secret within the team that you had arrived a bit touch starved and still clung to every bit of affection that you could get.

"alright lovebirds, break it up," patri said as she came in between the two of you. you frowned at her, but took your spot in the lineup anyway. you were in between ona and patri with a couple more players in between you and cata. claudia seemed a bit smug about that, even if she didn't say anything about it directly. "stop fidgeting."

"i can't help it," you whined. you were a bit nervous. practices hadn't been going great for you with everything on your mind. this game felt like your chance to prove to the coaching staff that they hadn't made a mistake shelling out all that money for you. you knew what you had to do, and a big part of that was hoping that things went your way in today's game.

for the most part, things went well. you got the odd ball to kick back up into the midfield. most of your opposition's attempts were killed in the midfield and turned into points for barcelona on the scoreboard. at halftime, you felt better about everything, despite the nagging feeling in your stomach. irene gave the pep talk speech, motivating the team to play like they had been in the first half.

the game hadn't even resumed for a full minute when you went down the first time. it felt like a little tweak to your knee, but nothing you couldn't handle. you grit your teeth and kept going, not even allowing for them to stop the game and get a trainer out there. when you went down again, you were completely out of it. a good slide tackle on your end had been ruined by the boot of a forward crushing your leg.

claudia sprinted towards you as you screamed in pain. she wanted nothing more to be at your side, but cata held her back. claudia couldn't pinpoint the look on cata's face, but it looked like cata was mad at claudia. still, claudia tried to push past the goalkeeper to see you.

"cata, let me through. she's my friend, i want to see her," claudia huffed. no matter how hard she tried, claudia couldn't just push past the goalkeeper.

"not with the way you've been acting. just get out of here, you've done enough today," cata said. she pushed claudia back with a shove. her back was turned towards you, so she missed the way you reached towards claudia as you were stretchered away.

"i just want to see her," claudia mumbled sadly.

…

"you've got visitors," cata told you. you tipped your head back to look at the door where claudia, ona, jana, and bruna were standing. "i'm going out for a bit, okay?"

"yeah," you told her. cata leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. you shifted on the couch a bit to make room for your friends, glad that they came to visit you.

"we brought markers for your cast," jana said as she held them up. you smiled, patting the spot next to you for her. she came right over with bruna in tow, the two of them dumping the markers on your coffee table. they sat on the floor so that they had better access to your cast.

"are you feeling okay?" ona asked. she had texted about coming over, but cata hadn't let anybody else over except for alexia and a couple of the older players. it seemed that everybody wanted to come check on you, which you found flattering. however, all you wanted was claudia's attention.

"better now that we've got my medicine figured out," you told her. "hi clau."

"hi (y/n)." claudia stood still, eyes downcast on the floor. "i'm sorry that you got your leg broken like that."

"it sucks, but frido is making cata take good care of me," you said happily. you were depressed about being injured, but it was highly amusing watching frido boss cata around. the swedish woman lived in your complex, as did a few of your other teammates, so frido was over nearly every other day to check on you. "you should come over more, i miss you."

"i'm not sure that i should," claudia said nervously. jana and bruna shared a look between themselves before they got up from the floor. ona walked them into the kitchen, which wasn't too far away, but did give you a bit of privacy.

"why not? why don't you want to be around me anymore?" claudia glanced over at you and immediately regretted her decision. your eyes were watery, like you had been waiting for this moment for a long time. "we used to be like best friends, and now you won't even look at me."

"it's hard when you're always hanging off of cata or hugging her or letting her kiss you. it's not fair because it should be me," claudia huffed. if she wasn't so genuinely distraught, you would have thought that she looked adorable standing there with her arms crossed and pouting. "i should leave."

"no, don't. cata's only been so affectionate because i need it. one day we're joking around, and the next you're avoiding me like i have the plague," you said. claudia sat down on the couch with you and pulled you to lay against her. "i don't even know what i did."

"you didn't do anything, i just got jealous of you and cata."

"there's nothing to be jealous of!" claudia cupped your cheeks and wiped away the tears that were falling. "we've never been together, not when she knows how much i like you."

"fuck, i'm an idiot. i'm sorry, can i make it up to you? we can kick cata out for a night or two. you deserve something special," claudia offered. you nodded, honestly loving the sound of that idea. "good, and i'm sorry for how i acted. i've hated every minute of it too, i swear."

"do i hear crying in there? claudia, if you made her cry, cata will kil all of us!" bruna shouted as she rounded the corner. you laughed as you buried your face in claudia's chest. claudia held you on the couch as bruna and jana took their spots by your cast, this time joined by ona.

"mapi will kill you if you take all the spots," claudia reminded them. the girls all shrugged, not fearing the older defender's wrath at all. between ingrid and alexia, mapi wasn't messing with a single hair on any of their heads.

[covetyou]

the dark caress of someone else

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pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader x Tess Servopoulos rating: Explicit (18+ only!) chapter warnings: dub con, threesome (mff), oral (f and m receiving), bi reader, unprotected P in V, creampie, praise kink, spit kink, derogatory names (slut), drug reference, unspecified age gap, one singular queef (I'm not sorry), one face slap (with a dick)word count: 6.2k chapter summary: After a little white lie, you go to pick up your dads medication, only to be met by an angry Joel and a (not so) surprise visitor.

A/N: Thank you so much for all the love for this silly little series. I appreciate your amazing comments so much, and I don't quite know what to do with myself.

Piggy in the middle is fuckin difficult man. But I guess life imitates art and sometimes there do just be too many holes, hands and other body parts to keep track of. Also pls excuse me but I'm, like, really bi. And Anna Torv's Tess has my whole entire pussy heart.

this part is dedicated to 'The Sweaty Javi' and 'The Hillbilly Duck Hunter' (courtesy of the wonderful @morallyinept). thank you for your services. (pls drink responsibly)

also a shout out to slasher!joel's big ol' balls (spawned by @toxicanonymity) they've been on my mind literally all week and you would not believe the ball content I had to cut from this. only a smidgen of balls remain, but the balls are there in spirit. thanks for the ballspo bb.

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Your dad shook as he threw back his last pill, swallowing dry before chasing it down with a sip of water. He'd been making weak comments about needing to get more all week and you'd always stopped him. You didn't want him to go. You wanted to go.

You both knew that the pushback was all for show, but now a little white lie meant the show was over, for him at least.

"Joel doesn't want you coming to get your pills yourself anymore," you'd told him. It was a barefaced lie, but felt better than telling him the truth. How, exactly, do you tell your dad you're whoring yourself to his drug dealer?

You were fairly certain your dad knew what kind of man Joel Miller was. A Nice Man to some, maybe, but his reputation preceded him. He was known for helping out people when they got into tricky spots. Not all the time, of course, but when you had something he took a fancying to, he'd be more than willing to come to an agreement. Maybe your dad already knew what you were doing for him, for you. Maybe he noticed you had more ration cards these days, a spring in your step. You wondered if he cared, if he'd ever try to stop you.

You make your way to the nicer part of the QZ again the next day. You have a free shift and, despite your dad's protests that you should go spend it with friends, you find yourself climbing chipped steps to an empty hallway once more.

You had left the last time with the slick of oil between your cheeks, down your legs, between your thighs. It had taken days to wash off completely. You didn't mind one bit - whenever you moved the slick of it reminding you of him buried in you to the hilt, fucking you half to death in a way you'd never imagined. Embarrassment, shame, you shouldn't like this, melding together and melting away as he pummelled into you from behind. You'd practically rubbed yourself raw thinking about it, but it was never quite enough.

Uncontrollable excitement thrums through you as you approach his door. And, well, you should have known.

Each time you turn up to Joel Miller's door thinking you know what to expect, and each time you're wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong. It seems this time is no different.

You hear it before you even get to the door. Raised voices - a man shouting, a girl crying. You hear muffled snippets of the argument - "fuckin' daddy" here, "you're an asshole" there. You don't want to leave, but the sound of it makes you nervous. The unexpected usually hit when you were already trapped inside Joel's apartment, not when you were waiting in the corridor for the door to open.

You decide to turn and leave, you can come back later or another day, your dad can wait. You can wait. But then the door is opening and a topless brunette is rushing out into the hallway, nearly knocking into you in the process. Tears are streaming down her face as she shoves her arms into her t-shirt, hurrying away muttering "asshole" under her breath.

You watch as she leaves, turning your head back to the open door only when you see movement out the corner of your eye.

You'd never seen him like this. White fury burned behind his eyes as he came to slam the door in the girl's wake. He sees you and halts, fingers gripping the wood so tight you think it might splinter.

"Where's your daddy," he snarls at you.

"At home, in bed. He needs-"

"I know what he fuckin' needs. Get in."

He stalks away from the door, leaving it wide open for you to enter. You follow him in. You'd been trapped in here with him before, but it never felt like this. The fear you had before was because of the unknown, the new - he was a strange man in a strange place. Now he was a man you somewhat knew and trusted, yet in this moment you feared him. You were suddenly keenly aware that he could hurt you, really actually hurt you, if he wanted to.

A cupboard door clanks shut, making you jump, then his imposing figure is stomping back over to you. Grabbing your hand, he wretches it open, pushes a pill packet into your palm, and closes it into a fist around the plastic.

"You can see yourself out," he growls before walking away from you, leaving you standing there, confused.

You frown as you look between the pills he'd just given you and him. "But -"

"But fuckin' what," he yells, turning on you. "I gave you what you want, now go."

You're a fucking idiot, poking the already angry bear, but you step forward anyway. "That's not what I want."

He scoffs at you, hands on hips, shaking his head in disbelief. You felt small just because of the size of him usually, but now he was making you feel small in other ways.

"Use me."

"Use you? You want me to use you?"

You shrug your shoulders. "That's what this is, right? You give me what I want, and I give you what you want." He'd said it himself last time, and now here you were using his own words against him.

"And you think using you is what I want?"

You look him straight in the eye, balls bigger than the universe and say, "Yes."

Angry feet drag him to you, toes stopping barely an inch away from your own. He stares down at you, challenging you to look away, but you crane your neck and keep your eyes locked with his.

When he brings one massive hand gently to your neck, holding your gaze, you try not to flinch. Joel notices, fiery gaze briefly softening, he doesn't want you to be scared of him, and allows the cradle of his hand to push against your throat. You feel your pulse thunder beneath his palm just before the pressure releases.

"You got one last hole I ain't tried yet," he murmurs, dragging the rough pad of his thumb up your jaw and across the swell of your bottom lip. You fight not to kiss it, to take it into your mouth and show him how useful you can be.

The hand drags down your body, fingertips pulling at the neckline of your shirt, before he reaches its hem. You think he's going to put a hand up it, feel your bare skin underneath. Instead he bunches the fabric taught against your chest in one fist, yanking you even closer to him, his fist keeping you from falling flush against his torso.

"Take this off," his breath whispers across your face.

Grip loosening on your shirt, you try not to stumble back as you pull your shirt over your head, cheeks heating when you briefly get it caught on your chin. You weren't wearing a bra today, but if he notices he doesn't react.

Fingers tug at your belt loops. "And these."

You unbutton your pants, pulling them down your legs and off your body, taking your shoes with them. You try not to think about if the other girl was this dressed when Joel decided to kick her out.

Joel kicks your clothes away from you, you watch them skid across the floor, pill packet clattering along with them, before turning back, the fire in his eyes back and all softness forgotten.

"On your fuckin' knees."

You thud to your knees and look up at him. He takes a step back, as if he suddenly doesn't trust himself to be close to you. The thought of him actually hurting you crosses your mind again - you wonder if that'd turn you on the same as the other things he does, the things he does to hurt but make you feel good too. Maybe it would. Maybe if he really wanted to you'd let him.

His eyes rake down your body, taking in your bare tits, nipples hardened under the chill of the room, down the swell of your stomach, across the meat of your thighs and to the dampness forming on the front of your panties.

"Want me to use you, huh?" he says, nostrils flaring as his hands flex beside him.

Your eyes flick to his crotch. You'd only been this close to him in your fantasies, but you find you're salivating just as much as you do in your dreams, aching to run your hands across him and really, finally, feel him.

As if reading your mind, his hand caresses across the front of his pants. Where there had been nothing but the soft shape of him before was a growing tent as he hardened before you. "You want this?"

You nod.

He threads a hand through your hair, scratching at your scalp and cradling your head in his palm. He forces your head back further, until you're looking directly up at him.

"You're gonna have to ask nicely for it, sweetheart."

"Please can I have it," you beg, sounding as needy as you feel. You've never needed anything more than you need this. You know he can see it in your face, in the way you lick your lips as you take him in.

He yanks his pants down in an instant, cock bouncing from their confines. He grabs it in his fist, large hand stroking gently up his length to tug at his tip as he grows. It looks huge in his hand, but you know it'd look so much bigger in yours.

You look up at him wide eyed as you watch him stroke himself. A few strokes and he's solid already. For all you've done with him, for how you've had him inside you, you've never seen it this close. Never seen how veins ripple under skin, foreskin moves back with the movement of his hand to reveal his flushed tip, slit beckoning you to taste.

"Please can I have your co- "

The hard length of him collides harshly with the side of your face. Your lips part in a gasp. You stop yourself from chasing it and engulfing it with your mouth. He hasn't said you could, and you're not stepping a toe out of line. He needs you to be good.

"You really want it?" he teases.

You nod frantically. You must look dumb, like one of those nodding dog ornaments from years ago - glassy eyed and head bobbing at just about anything.

"Kiss it." You do, hesitantly placing a gentle kiss to one side of his tip, then the other, before placing an even softer kiss to his slit. There's a thrill knowing you'd never kissed any part of him before, knowing that the first time you'd pressed your lips to him it was to his cock. If anyone ever found out maybe you'd be embarrassed, but here, in this room, all you wanted was more.

Swallowing heavily and lifting his shaft, he pulls your head closer to him. "Kiss 'em. They wanna feel good too, sweetheart."

You place more soft kisses across the delicate skin of his balls, pushing down the temptation to taste him. Your eyes never leave his face, and his never leave yours. He looks so horny he could smash you through a fucking wall, and you don't think you'd mind if he did.

You keep kissing until he pulls your head back. He's started gently stroking himself again, getting himself off as he watched you worship his balls.

"You wanna taste?"

"I wanna taste," you swallow, sinking down as you spread your knees wide to stop the temptation of rubbing your thighs together, desperate for relief he hasn't said you can have.

"Show me how much you want it."

You snap your jaw open for him, eager to taste more than the swipe of cum he'd spread over your lips weeks ago, as he fists his cock gently over your face. He's teasing you with it still when a whine catches in your throat.

Another tug to your hair tilts your head back, but your eyes strain down to look at the bead of cum that's about to drip from the tip of him. He leans over you, cock in hand and your head held in the other. You watch as he spits down into your mouth, saliva cooling as it falls from his mouth to yours, landing cold on your waiting tongue.

"Good girl. So desperate for it. Keep it open." He moves his dripping tip to your mouth before you can react, swiping it across your tongue, mixing his precum with your, and his, saliva.

You hear it before he does - the sound of a key jingling and a lock turning. It startles you, fright springing across your face as he frowns down at you. You keep your mouth open as the door swings open behind you, exposing your naked body to the hallway and whoever has just entered.

"You home, old man?" a familiar voice you can't place calls out, before the very same voice lets out a low whistle when it catches sight of you.

The door is kicked shut, and there's a thud on the table. Joel is still brandishing his cock as he stares daggers over your head at the intruder. Your fucking mouth is open.

"You mind? I'm busy," he says, wiping the tip of his cock over your tongue again. You salivate at the salty taste of him and try to swallow.

Light footsteps head toward where you kneel on the floor before Joel, knees spread, head up, eyes darting between his face and his grip on his cock.

"Well then, hello there pretty girl." You remember that voice.

Finally letting your eyes flick to the side, you see her. Tess. She seems to recognize you at the same time as you do, a smile pulling across her face as your mouth falls slack in shock.

She'd been your fathers dealer before you were handed off one day to a new one. Your dad hadn't given details on why, but you had a feeling you knew. She'd helped you once too, when a few too many sick days had meant too few cards to get by. That had been your first time on your knees for someone at the promise of pills, and at the time you thought it would be your last.

Joel watches as she approaches and looks down at you on your knees. His hand hasn't left his cock, and he's tugging on himself as he watches, another bead of precum you desperately want to lick collecting at his head. He moves his hand from its place in your hair and starts stroking his heavy balls with it as he watches you.

"How's your daddy?" she pouts in mock empathy before addressing Joel, laughing.

"Gotta say, didn't expect this when I handed 'em off to you. Told you the daughter's mouth was good, didn't I?"

"I wouldn't know, I was only just about to find out," he grits out. His hands are still slowly working over himself as he talks to her. You watch as his eyes roam up and down her body, then flick to you down at his feet. Your body heats as you watch him ogle her - you think it may be jealousy until your own eyes trail the same path down her body before resting back on Joel. What difference is there between jealousy and desire, really.

"The first time you get to mess with one, and I get to witness it? Lucky me," she grins as she watches Joel thread a hand back through your hair, drawing your attention back to him completely.

"S'not the first time," he whispers as he pulls you forward, nodding at you to open your mouth once more.

"Then what the fuck have you been doing with her?"

Joel rolls his eyes at her, instead opting to feed the head of his cock into your mouth.

Your mouth engulfs his tip, warm and wet, he sucks in a breath closing his eyes, grip tightening in your hair. You let your tongue swirl around him, feeling the ridge of his head and tasting the bitter sweet salt of his cum on his skin. Your fingers curl into the rough fabric of his pants, anchoring you to him as you bob your head over his tip, circling your tongue over every inch of it.

"Oh fuck, that's right," he moans. "That taste good?"

He looks down as you nod, your moan of confirmation around his cock pulling another groan from his chest as his eyes fall closed again.

"Fuck yeah, it does."

Tess had all but gone from your mind until you hear the tap of shoes on the floor, and feel as she crouches beside you. A soft hand comes to your face, stroking the hollow of your cheek as you suck more of Joel's cock into your mouth.

You feel soft lips press a kiss to that very same hollow, the feeling of being kissed making you sigh. His eyes snap open, he'd been so lost in the feeling of your mouth on him that he hadn't noticed Tess's approach either. Now he was looking down at two women at his feet, eyes burning holes into yours where they fluttered in your head.

She begins nuzzling your hair, your neck, placing soft kisses across your bare skin. You keep your focus on Joel, staring at him with the same intensity he stares at you. Soft hands start to roam up and down your body, squeezing your chest, pinching your nipples, dragging short nails across your stomach, her every move making you shudder.

"Can't say I ever imagined a sweet little thing like you doing this," she whispers into your ear. You can hear the sickly sweet smile in her voice.

You moan into Joel's cock as she touches you, taking yet more of him into your mouth. You want to touch it, hold the heft of it in your hand, but you never have before. You don't know if you're allowed. You inch your hand up his pants to his crotch, stroking the exposed skin at the base of him with your fingertips. The hand in your hair twitches, and you hear a strangled moan from above you.

"Fuuck."

Another shift of your hand and your hand wraps around his thick base, fingertips unable to meet even if you squeezed. Holding him steady, you can finally angle him down so you can draw more of his cock into your mouth. You flick your tongue along his tip again as you swallow around him with a moan.

"That's it. Show me how much you can take."

At the instruction, Tess knocks his hand away from your hair, bringing both of her own to hold either side of your head. She fucks your mouth up and down his length, Joel moaning deep as his hand finds yours on his pants and grips your fingers tightly.

You'd been longing to feel his lips on yours so much that you'd never considered what his hand might feel like on yours. It's the opposite of electric - the heavy heat of his rough hand grounding you, finally, as you take him in in full clarity.

"Shit that's good," he sighs as you're dragged along him by Tess's hands.

"You hear that? He thinks you're doing a good job," Tess says from beside you, pushing your head down to take more of him with a kiss to your cheek.

You start to gag as she pushes you down - it had been so long since you'd done this, and Joel's size wasn't exactly forgiving to the less experienced - but you carry on, moaning again when the welcome distraction of Tess's body pushes against yours.

"Nothin' but a cocksucking slut, huh?" Joel murmurs down to you almost affectionately, moving a stray hair from across your face. Yes you want to say, but it comes out a garbled mess as Tess laughs at you once again.

With another firm push of your head, your mouth slips down and takes Joel even further to the back of your throat. You cough and splutter, trying to push yourself back using your hand against Joel's thick thighs, but Tess holds you down with his cock buried in your throat. Joel's hand grips yours tighter still.

"Don't," he snarls. "If I wanted her chokin' on it I'd fuck her face."

"Maybe I want her to choke on it," Tess counters from beside you with another laugh, but she relents anyway.

You pull back with a gasp and take a gulp of air before kissing the tip of his cock. You don't want to let go of it for a minute. You lick long stripes up his length, collecting the strings of saliva you'd left behind, before encasing him in your mouth once more. If you were anywhere else you'd maybe feel shame at your need for him, and your need to please him, but the heat of their eyes burning into you does nothing but light a fire between your legs.

Tess sees it, moving a hand down from bobbing your head on Joel's cock, down your bare torso and cupping your clothed pussy. Her slender fingers feel so much more delicate compared to Joel's thick calloused ones as they rub over you, your moans muffled by the fullness of the cock in your mouth.

"She's so wet, Joel," you hear her say through Joel's groan and the blood rushing in your ears.

Your hips start to rock into Tess's hand of their own accord, aching to find more friction and finally get some relief. She yanks your panties to the side, using one of her fingers to trace the seam of you before gently tickling your clit. If she could only feel how damp you were before, she could definitely feel the drip of slick from your cunt now.

Slender fingers plunge into you, fucking your desperate hole with force as you work your mouth over Joel's cock. You're left empty for half a second before her fingers are back in you, more this time, stretching you further so suddenly that your legs widen to accommodate the pull of fingers inside you.

"All four fingers, good girl," Tess coos.

"Four?" grunts Joel. Tess nods, laughing, and Joel throws his head back with a groan.

"I bet we could fit a whole hand up here," she says with another kiss to your cheek.

You were naive before to think she wouldn't, couldn't, hurt you the way you thought Joel could. You were wrong, you realized now, as her fingers plunged into you, stretching wide, words taunting in your ear as she forced your head back and forth over Joel's cock.

Her fingers leave your cunt entirely, leaving you empty and gaping. She pulls you off of Joel, replacing his cock in your mouth with her glistening fingers. You clean your own slick from them, moaning at the tang of your own pussy mixing with the flavor of Joel still on your tongue. His eyes never leave you and his hand never gives up its grip on yours.

"You like the taste of pussy, don't you?" Tess whispers in your ear, pushing you back onto Joel.

"Mhm."

"I think we can do something about that," she murmurs. "Can't we Joel." You both look up at him from your knees. He growls, nodding stiffly.

You're being hauled to your feet and pushed to the couch before you know what's going on. The blood rushes to your head and the room spins when you're pushed roughly over the arm, watching as Tess unbuttons her pants and pulls them down her legs.

She lounges back on the other arm of the sofa, spreading her legs and beckoning you to come between them. You ignore the ache in your knees from the hard wood of the floorboards as you crawl over, settling between her soft thighs and looking up at her with parted mouth. You would do anything right now, desperate for any relief from anyone.

Joel has followed behind, watching your ass sway as you crawled to her. Your panties are still skewed to the side, and you know he's looking at the mess of arousal between your legs. Tess may have been the one with her fingers buried in you, but you hope he knows he's just as responsible for your glistening cunt.

"C'mon," he growls, landing a swat to your ass. "Lemme see you eat that pussy."

You stare at Tess's bare cunt, feeling needy in ways you can't even explain, and move to lower your head, eager to taste her again.

She grabs you by the hair before your mouth can touch her.

"No teasing now. You remember what I told you?" You nod. You remembered every fucking part - exactly how she liked to come undone. Sometimes you imagined her doing the same to you.

She pulls your face down toward her cunt, and you stick out your tongue, hungry to taste her. You lick her gently at first, small licks across the swelling of her clit and her flushed lips. You lick further down, parting her folds to taste at her entrance - for all her laughing and teasing, her pussy was as much of a traitor as yours when exposed like this. She was dripping.

Joel's rough hands pull your ass toward him, dragging your panties down to your knees, hobbling you. The couch dips and creaks behind you as he brings a foot up to better line up with your hole. The wetness of his cock slides through your slick folds once, twice, then notches the tip at your entrance before he pushes in in one, sheathing himself completely in the heat of your body. You moan and gasp around Tess's clit, never stopping the movement of your tongue.

"Not sure she can handle it," she half chuckles, half moans.

"She can," grits out Joel. "S'taken worse." He slides out and punches all the way back in again, the feeling of his hips snapping against your ass so much less overwhelming when his cock was in your pussy and not your ass. You try desperately to keep up the movements of your mouth, wanting to feel Tess come undone at your hands, but blocking out Joel entirely is impossible with the distracting pound of his cock into you.

Tess grabs more of your hair, pulling it away from your neck and giving him a better view of you and her cunt.

"Fuck yeah, sweetheart," he groans now that he can see more clearly. "Lick that pussy."

"Been a while since you had multiple girls over, huh?" Tess taunts, throwing her head back before Joel can reply.

He nods, pulling your hips back into his as he thrusts forward. "Too fuckin' long." He groans again, meaty hands gripping your ass cheeks hard and pulling you apart at the seams as he pounds into you.

You slip a finger into her wet heat, curling it upwards as you feel inside of her. She's as slick as you, and you wonder if she's ever taken Joel as you have. The thought makes you moan again, just as Joel picks up the pace of his thrusts, slamming into you so hard your mouth jerks over Tess's cunt.

You try to steady yourself, fluttering your tongue flutters over Tess's clit, circling and suckling it into your mouth. You ignore the sensation building inside you as Joel's balls smack against your neglected clit each time he buries himself in you. It's too many feelings, too many sensations all at once.

Joel's hips stutter as he slams his cock into you, chasing his own release, already so close after you'd had him in your mouth for so long. Even closer from watching Tess tease you with her fingers buried in your needy cunt, watching your tongue lathe over hers.

You hear a strangled "Fuck" before he slams his hips forward again, slick cock slipping deep inside you as he floods your pussy with warm, wet cum. You moan into Tess's clit as you feel yourself heat from the inside out.

"Shit. Shit," he sighs from behind you. You want to turn to look at the fucked out look on his face. You nearly do.

"Don't stop, almost there," pants Tess, almost begging you with your face still buried in her wet heat, lapping at her clit with a finger curled inside her. "Pretty girl, almost there," she croons, stroking your hair and rocking into your face.

Gentle circles on her clit turn firmer, more rapid, and the hand in your hair grips you tighter as you pull her release from her. She grinds against your face, pussy throbbing as you lick her pulsing clit through her orgasm.

That same hand yanks you back a moment later, too sensitive to continue, before she relaxes back into the couch with a sigh.

"She's good, Joel," she breathes, a hand idly stroking your hair. You hear Joel grunt in agreement from behind you, his hands still holding onto your ass, and your cheeks heat with the praise.

He moves away, pulling his cock from where it had softened inside you, watching as a small trickle of cum escapes to drip down to your neglected clit.

"Looks like you earned your meds today," Tess laughs, patting your cheek, before standing to pull her pants back on without another word to you.

Still on your hands and knees on the couch, you watch her approach Joel, kissing him on the side of the mouth as he stares, breathing deeply, at your ass. His cum is still dribbling out of you. You flip to sit back on your ass, trying to stop its escape making too much of a mess on his furniture.

She whispers something into his ear, moves to the door, looks at you with a smirk one last time before opening it and leaving.

The door snaps shut, and she's gone.

As soon as the door closes he's on you again, pushing you back down into the couch with a growl. The air is knocked out of you as your back thuds down and he hoists your legs back, folding you in two.

Holding you down and open, the wetness of his mouth engulfs your pussy, slurping your clit into his mouth.

He's devouring you, eagerly eating all of his cum out your hole and cleaning you of his creamy spend.

You moan and twitch beneath him, having spent the last fuck knows how long with your mouth full but the desperate need in your pussy neglected. You'd hoped he could fuck an orgasm out of you, but as soon as the pressure of his cock in you had gotten good, the slap of his balls against your clit hard enough to send a thrill through you, he'd stuttered to a stop, leaving you with an aching pussy and nothing to show for it.

A strong arm pins you down, keeping your legs back, feet in the air. Two of his thick fingers thrust into you, before he pulls them out, licking them clean, then he plunges three straight back in, stretching you more than Tess's four ever had and making you whine, high pitched and needy, for more.

You're so close, so near to falling over the edge, but his desperate licks are too desperate, not focussed enough on your oversensitive pussy, too frantic. You feel like you've been edged for hours, but your clit has barely been touched until now. It's been left starving, aching for attention.

"Joel!" you ground out desperately, looking between your thrown back legs where he feasts on you. His eyes catch you, catch the desperation, the need, and he slows down, honing in on your clit, lapping in steady circles, fingers pumping deeply.

Your toes curl, tears come to your eyes and your bottom lip quivers. You nod at him. He's found it. Exactly what you need, the exact spot. He's relentless now, his tongue moving over, and over, and over as his eyes lock with yours.

"Ohhhnnnnng."

"That's it," you feel him mumble into your clit. "Good girl."

And you're cascading over the edge, into a pit of white heat, different but similar to the one in his eyes when you first saw him today. You shudder and jerk, his tongue flicking over your sensitive bud drawing wave after wave out of you as your pussy spasms around his fingers, gripping them tight and tethering you down as you writhe.

You twitch with oversensitivity and Joel finally stops, tongue leaving your clit, lips pressing firmly to your mound instead as he breathes you in. Your body heaves and you sink further into the couch, stomach muscles finally letting you unfurl from where you'd chased your orgasm so desperately.

"Fuck," he groans so close you can feel his lips move on your skin. All you can do is nod weakly in response. "You okay?" You nod again, not trusting your voice and still not entirely sure you're conscious.

His thick fingers pull from you, leaving you empty, and his hands gently guide your legs down to rest on the couch. Blood is still pounding through your ears, but you hear and feel it... the air that Joel's fingers had pumped into you chooses that moment to escape in one humiliating gust.

Your face drops with embarrassment, and you hear Joel laugh from between your legs.

"Sign of a job done good," he laughs, kissing down onto your pussy, tongue gently swiping along your sensitive clit again. You try to wiggle away, letting out another rumble, fucking fuck, and immediately still as Joel laughs more.

"You done?" he says into your cunt, spreading you slightly to look at your spent hole then to you. "I think she's good." He kisses your clit once more and sits back, stretching his back out on the sofa with his arms behind his head.

You both sit there in silence, recovering your breath and coming back down to earth. Your knees knock together as your legs relax. You close your eyes, breathing deeply, and let the chill of the room cool your sweaty body and the heat of embarrassment from your cheeks.

Much sooner than you'd like, you feel Joel start to move.

"I ain't mad at you, y'know," he says softly as he tucks his cock back into his pants. "Was never mad at you. Just mad."

You knew that already, but hearing him say it still made you feel better. It made you feel like you'd done the right thing, that you hadn't pulled him into something he didn't want. You were justified, you were right. He wanted, needed, to use you as much as you needed to be used.

"You should get goin'," he moves to stand as he speaks, walking away from the couch and from you.

"But -"

He shuts you up with a single look. You sit up wordlessly, casting your eyes down. He was right - what exactly would you even be staying for, really, other than because some part of you wanted to.

You dress in silence, panties still around your knees pulled up, clothes thrown on haphazardly, pills stuffed into an empty pocket. Joel doesn't watch this time, instead he rifles through the box left by Tess. You never see into it, but you watch his profile shift and change as he reacts to what she left for him.

You move closer to the table, making way to leave his apartment without another word, when he's closing the box and speaking.

"I've had a vasectomy," he says pointing to your now covered crotch. "So, y'know... should be fine."

"Oh." You hadn't even thought about it. You didn't even care. "You... you could've done that in my mouth too. I wouldn't have minded."

"Your mouth was occupied," he smirks with a shrug. "Besides, if I wanted to, I would've."

He gestures for you to leave, so you do, Joel following you to the door as you go. You open it yourself, just as Tess had, and walk out. You don't have time to finish saying thank you before the door is shut behind you, leaving you alone in the corridor yet again. You make your way home in silence.

You dream that night of soft lips on your cheek, softer hands roaming your body. The softness morphs and distorts, growing larger and more ragged. Rough hands drag along you, and the scruff of a beard scratches your face as a kiss too delicate to be real comes impossibly close to your mouth.

You wake in a sweat, heat pulsing through your veins and your cunt throbbing between your legs.

You'd come in your sleep to nothing but desperate thoughts of a kiss you'd never had.

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Cherry Blossom Interventions 🌸 Fushiguro Megumi x Reader

Pairing: Fushiguro Megumi x Reader (can be read as any gender, no pronouns used) Genre: hurt/comfort – angst to fluff Word Count: 3 271 Warnings: SPOILER for up to chapter 253, suicidal tendencies and implications (Megumi), mentions of death and depression Summary: Megumi has drawn back from everyday life completely, so you intervene A/N: Sorry for the late post; life happened. Played volleyball with friends, went to eat sushi, went running with the same friends, went to Maces, and then to a foot Onsen.

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"Why am I here?"

You stopped in your tracks and turned around to Megumi. He was standing underneath a cherry blossom tree when a cool breeze of spring air swept through his hair, carrying pink petals that caught in his black strands. His hair was shorter than it had been in autumn; not by much but the difference was still noticeable. You wondered whether he had cut it to not resemble the version of himself Sukuna had turned him into.

“You know why you are here,” you answered him, ignoring the frown on his brow. “This is an intervention.”

“What kind of intervention,” he asked back, clearly starting to get upset.

“What kind of intervention do you think it is?”

“Whatever it is, I’m not interested.” Megumi was already turning away from you again when you called out for him.

“We are worried,” you told him, almost shouting.

He just scoffed.

“Who is we?”

“Yūji, me, Toge, Maki, Yūta” you replied. “Panda, too, and Ieiri-sensei. Ever since December, ever since that last fight. Do you think we don’t know what's been going on with you? Do you think we don't know you've been skipping therapy and meals. We know you're just holed up in your room the whole day. We know you don't want to be here; you don't want to be with us anymore-”

“Then why can't you let me be?”

His shout made you flinch, but you had faced scarier things than an upset classmate.

“Because we care,” you shouted back. “We care too much to let you ruin your life like this! Don't misunderstand: We are not making light of the situation you were in - you are in. We understand that none of us could ever possibly imagine the things you have gone through, but you cannot ask us to let our friend die, who we fought so hard to save. You can't ask that of us!”

Megumi just rolled his eyes. “And what about what I want? What about the things I want,” he asked.

“For once, you don't get to say in this,” you shook your head. “It's not much we demand of you. We want you to eat properly. We know you haven't. We want you to step outside at least once a week, doesn't have to be long, just sit in the sun for a few minutes. That's all we ask. Or open your window, it's been barricaded since you moved back in in January. And go to your therapy sessions. We know you have them scheduled and we know you've been skipping them. You can't expect to get better if you don't go to these sessions.”

“And what if I don't want to get better?”

“That's not an option. I told you: For once you don't get to say in this.”

Megumi stared at you from between the falling cherry blossom petals that were carried down to the ground by the wind. You could see in his eyes that right now, in this moment in time, he thought he hated you. You just had to hope he didn't actually feel that way. If he did, you did you definitely would have been the wrong choice to have this conversation with him.

It had been quite a debate between the second years, Yūji, and you about who should talk to Megumi. You even considered asking Ieiri-sensei about being the one to talk to him, but in the end, everyone agreed it would be best if it were you. They were convinced you were the one he trusted the most, the one he liked the best. At least those were the others’ arguments. You weren't sure how true they held, now that he stared at you as if he wished you were to drop dead to the floor.

“All right,” Megumi sighed. “I'll oblige to your demands under one condition: Give me one good reason why I should continue fighting. But keep in mind: my mother is dead. My father is dead, killed by the man who raised me, the man who – although he is not my father – is the closest thing I've ever had to one, the man who I had to watch being killed by my own hands. My sister is dead, also killed by me. What do I live for? Give me one good reason.”

You stared back at Megumi watching the hatred in his eyes. It was obvious he didn't believe you had any idea what he was going through.

Truthfully, you didn't. Your situation was nothing like his, and you never had been in a situation like this before nor would you ever be, but that didn't mean you didn't know all the facts he just listed. His father, his mother, his sister, and Gojō-sensei, all the people he ever might have considered family, were gone, along with so many others. And in a large part he blamed himself for it.

It was not his fault, how could it have been his fault, when it had been Sukuna, who had possessed his body. But you supposed having to watch your own body commit such terrors, having to watch as your hands took life after life, unable to interfere, unable to save his friends and family, unable to do anything but watch them all being slaughtered… it wasn’t surprising he blamed himself.

“Gojō’s in a coma, one he might never wake back up from, and it's nobody's fault but mine. Do you really believe I can live in a world like that?”

You wanted to disagree with him, tell him that it was not his fault, that he was not the one to blame, that as long as you all stuck together, there was still hope, but you knew better than to do so. Instead, you started with what he had demanded of you.

“You want me to give you a reason to keep on living,” you asked. “Gojō-sensei is not dead. As you said he's in a coma. Ieiri-sensei has been working on him every day. As far as we know he might wake up any day now.”

Megumi shook his head. “You really believe that,” he asked, “if you’re really believing that, you are more naïve than I believed you to be.” He sounded disappointed.

“Not naïve,” you disagreed. “Hopeful.”

“Same thing.”

“But let's assume for one moment Gojō were to wake back up,” you continued the train of thought before Megumi could derail it again. “Wouldn’t you want to be there? Wouldn’t you want to see him again, talk to him again?”

“You’re dealing in probabilities; probabilities are not good enough. Give me something tangible.”

You blinked. You had really thought he would give in at Gojō. So, what were you to say now?

“A stary sky then,” you offered. “To go star gazing the way we did last summer. On a blanket, out in front of the school, sharing snacks and drinks.”

Megumi scuffed.

“Another sunrise,” you continued. “Pinks and reds and oranges dying the clouds, a new day with new possibilities-”

“New suffering? Not good enough.”

“A puppy’s fur under your fingertips, these sharp, tiny teeth burying in your skin.”

“And what for?” Before you could answer, he kept going. “All my life I’ve tried to form relationships, be close to people I care about, and all my life they left me. One after the other. So what good is another stary sky, another sunrise, a puppy’s fur underneath my fingertips, if I don’t have anyone to share it with? It’s not good enough.”

A part of your mind was still hung up on the thought that it was probably better for Megumi to blame the dead for being dead than himself, but you quickly answered.

“You have us,” you told him, taking a careful step forward. “Maki, Toge, Panda, Yūta.”

His ocean blue eyes glimmered as he fully turned towards you as if he was waiting for something specific.

“You have Yūji.”

His shoulders sacked, and he looked away.

“Not good enough. They’re all gonna leave eventually.”

“I won’t,” you disagreed. “I’m not gonna leave. I made you a promise when we entered Shibuya together, that I’d always be there, and I don’t plan on breaking that promise.”

Megumi shook his head, biting his lips, still not looking at you.

“You’ll be there,” he asked, sounding disbelieving. “For every stary sky, every sunset. Every meal, walk, therapy session.”

“Yes.” Your reply was unwavering.

“You don’t even know what that means,” Megumi sighed, finally looking back up to you, but now he seemed rather sad than angry. As if the scenarios he had painted were what he wanted but were too far out of reach to even attempt to grasp them. “I’m sick. My mind- I’m broken. Something inside my head is broken and I don’t know if it will ever heal again, and if it does, if it heals right. A promise like you’re offering… it wouldn’t just be for the next days or weeks. It might be months, years, hell, it might be decades of me trying to shut my self away, of nightmares, therapy, being unable to laugh or feel anything other than this pitch-black darkness. You can’t promise me you’ll be strong enough to be there. I don’t doubt that you have the strength to see me through all this, I know you do. But there will be times when it will seem as if I’d be okay, and you’ll be hopeful, but when I have a bad phase again- It would hurt you, and I can’t hurt any more of my friends.”

“And you think the way you’re behaving right now is hurting nobody? Megumi, I won’t promise that I’ll always be there. I can’t. I’m still a sorcerer, I still have to go to missions, and am in danger every time I go. But I will be there for you for as long as I can and for as long and often as you want me to be.”

“For every stary sky?”

“And every sunrise.”

“Every meal?”

“If that’s what you want, yes. And for every walk, and if you want me to, I’ll even wait outside the therapist’s office for you.”

Megumi averted his gaze, staring at a spot right in front of your feet.

“Why? Why would you do that? What do you get in return?”

Carefully you took a step forward. “Because I care about you Megumi. And even though it might seem selfless, getting to be there for you, supporting you, trying to help you to get back to your feet, getting to watch you fight to get better, being with you through all this, is actually a very selfish act.”

Megumi looked back up, his eyes scanning your face for a moment.

“Can you hug me,” he asked, voice quiet over the wind in the branches above you.

“Of course,” you smiled and slowly crossed the last distance between you, wrapping your arms around him. He seemed to melt into the touch, almost fragile, his body moving closer to yours until his whole front was flatly pressed against yours, his face buried against the side of your neck, his hair tickling your cheek and ear. You held him tight, not too tight, so he still could breathe without effort, but tight enough for him to feel how serious you were with everything you had offered.

“I’m just scared of ending up alone again,” he whispered. “And I can’t lose you too. You’re too important to me.”

“You won’t lose me,” you whispered back, rubbing his back through the thick fabric of his oversized hoodie.

“What if you die?”

“I won’t. And if I do, I’ll come back as a curse, like Rika.”

The sound of a small chuckle surprised you, but you quickly held Megumi tighter, hoping to engrave the sound into your memory forever.

Before you could say anything else, Megumi’s phone started ringing. You stiffened up, ready to pull away, but Megumi kept you close.

“Aren’t you going to answer,” you asked, hesitantly wrapping your arms back around him.

“No,” he replied.

“What if it’s important?”

“How important can it be,” Megumi shrugged. “Not more important than this, anyway.”

After a while the ringing stopped, and Megumi slowly loosened his hold on you. Carefully pulling away, you came face to face with him.

“Thank you,” he said sincerely.

“What for?”

“Everything. I… I tend to lose sight of the good things in life and let the darkness swallow me whole.”

Taking a step back, you reached out your hand for him to take. Questioningly he raised his eyebrows at you but placed his hand in yours.

“Now you won’t get lost in the darkness,” you told him with a smirk, making him roll his eyes.

“That’s too cheesy for me,” he shook his head.

“Oh, don’t start laughing now, Fushiguro,” you cried. “I saw that! The corner of your mouth was twitching!”

“It wasn’t! That’s annoyance at how cheesy you were being!”

He only kept his expression in check for another second before he burst out laughing. Using your intertwined hands, he pulled you back into a hug, this one more casual than the first. When his phone started ringing again, both of you ignored it.

After you had calmed down from the laughter, Megumi’s eyes fixed themselves on your face, watching you as were catching your breath.

“Can I kiss you,” he suddenly asked, making you freeze in your motion.

Surprised you looked at him, your heart seeming to miss a few beats, but then you nodded your head, and a moment later his lips were on yours, soft, a little chapped, but gentle. It was a sweet kiss, nothing too extravagant, and still enough to steal your breath and make you weak in your knees.

It was perfect, you suddenly realized, kissing Megumi like his. Around you, cherry blossom petals were floating on a warm spring breeze, birds were singing in the branches above you, and Megumi’s arms were warm and secure around you while his heart beat a firm rhythm underneath your fingers, somewhat too fast for a normal heartbeat, but then again yours was probably racing too.

The perfect moment got interrupted by yet another ring of Megumi’s phone.

“I think you should answer it,” you mumbled against his lips. “It’s probably really something important.”

Megumi sighed but pulled away enough to grab his phone out of his pocket.

“It’s just Yūji,” he rolled his eyes, but before he could answer the call, the ringing stopped again.

He shrugged, slipping the phone back into his pocket.

“I got a question,” he suddenly declared.

“Ask away.”

“You said: another stary sky, another sunrise, and…” he hesitated for a moment before continuing. “a puppy’s fur underneath my fingertips. Where do you plan to get me a puppy from?” He sounded amused, but you knew him good enough to know that he would do hell of a lot to play with a puppy sometime soon.

“Okay, here’s the thing.”

“Oh dear.”

“Yūji and I were thinking, for a while now.”

“That can’t be a good sign,” Megumi sighed. “What crazy idea did you two come up with now?”

“I’m gonna ignore that low-key insult, and let you live” you announced, “But do you know Principal Yaga’s friend, the one who had all these dogs?”

Megumi nodded, clearly hesitant about whether or not he really wanted to know what Yūji and you had come up with.

“So, one of the dogs had puppies a few weeks back and we were thinking that it might be good to adopt one of them, for our year. We’ve been talking to the teachers and thinking things through and if all of us take turns caring for it, it won’t be too much responsibility all at once. And it would give us some sort of stability, having to go on walks on regular hours, playing, teaching it commands… but there’d also someone to keep us company when we don’t feel so good, someone who can’t give us advice, but also won’t ask questions either. Someone who accepts us as we are, no matter how good we are in school or whatever. So… yeah, the puppy is already old enough to be separated from its mother and is moving in next Friday.”

Megumi stared at you.

“You adopted a puppy,” he asked incredulously.

“We adopted a puppy,” you corrected. “Yeah.”

“And we‘ll share responsibility for it?”

You nodded, and Megumi’s eyes suddenly grew hard.

“I don’t know that dog yet, but I’ll fight you for custody after graduation,” he declared, making your eyes widen.

Graduation. That was still three years away, the furthest Megumi had talked about the future since November.

Swallowing your surprise, you shrugged. “That’s okay with me.”

“But wait,” Megumi suddenly stopped. “Before the puppy arrives, we need all kinds of stuff. It won’t be like with Shiro and Kuro, it’ll need a basket, and bowls and a leash! I think we’ll need several baskets, so we don’t have to carry them around all the time. And food! We need special-”

He was interrupted by the ringing of a mobile phone, this time yours.

“Yūji,” you told him, showing him the screen on which a picture of your pink haired classmate had popped up.

“Let’s answer it,” Megumi sighed. “He’ll just keep calling otherwise.”

You had barely pressed the green button to answer the call, when Yūji’s voice was already sounding from the small speaker, loud enough that you didn’t even have to put your ear to it.

“Megumi isn’t answering his phone,” Yūji all but screamed. “I’ve tried calling him dozens of times but he’s not answering! I’m really worried! We need to-”

“Yūji, Yūji, calm down!” Quickly you interrupted your panicking friend, pressing the speaker button so Megumi could listen in. “He’s with me, he’s fine, we were talking a walk.”

On the other side silence spread out.

“And you didn’t call dozens of times, you called three times,” Megumi added, leaning down to the speaker.

On the other end, a small “oh” was audible.

“So, what’s so important that you decided to terrorize Megumi via phone calls,” you asked, shooting Megumi a glance.

His eyebrows were furrowed, and it was not hard to tell that he had only now realized just how worried his friends were about him, how much they cared about him. Enough to send ever cheerful Yūji into something akin to a panic attack just because he hadn’t answered his phone for a few minutes.

“I didn’t terrorize him,” Yūji protested.

“You kinda did, but whatever. What’s going on?”

“You guys need to come to the hospital wing asap,” Yūji told you.

Megumi and you exchanged glances. The hospital wing? That wasn’t good. Megumi took your hand in his and started walking back the way you had come.

“We’re on our way,” you told Yūji, “What’s going on? Who got hurt?”

“Nobody,” Yūji sounded like he was running himself now, slightly out of breath. “Gojō-sensei’s awake.”

And with that he ended the call.

Megumi and you were both so surprised about the message, that you came to a slithering halt. Gojō was awake? Sure, you had told Megumi it was a possibility, that he might wake up soon, but you had not believed it to actually, really happen at all.

For a short moment Megumi and you looked at each other,f inding your own surprise and relief mirrored on his face. And then you took off running, taking the quickest way to the hospital wing, your hands intertwined.

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Love To Hate

Request: “Can you do a James Hook x reader enemies to where reader is also a vk and part of Uliana’s crew but for some reason they hate each other and fight a lot to the point the others get annoyed at them and often tease them about how they act like an old married couple and should just get together already, then something happens that make them realize they realize they do have feelings for each other and they finally do get together? Sorry if it’s a lot”

Pairing: James Hook x Reader

In the long hallways of Merlin Academy, two people were notorious for their constant bickering: James Hook, the hotshot pirate, and Y/N L/N, the sharp-tongued VK. Daughter of Hans.

They had been rivals since they met, their competitive spirits igniting every interaction. Whether it was a simple argument over who could make a potion quicker or a debate about the best VK, their fiery exchanges were the stuff of local legend.

“Nice job making Uliana angrier, Hook!” You shouted, hands on your hips, as they saw their friend run off in a fury chasing after Bridget and Ella.

"You alright Uli? You're looking a little pink." You mocked how James had chuckled at Uliana as she transformed into a flamingo moments ago.

“At least I said something, you just stood there with your mouth wide open. Even Tick-Tock's mouth is smaller than yours.” He shot back, grinning despite the annoyance.

"Hmm I'm so flattered you were looking at my mouth." You smirked as you all continued to run behind Uliana.

Your friends, fed up with the relentless bickering, teased you. “You two act like an old married couple,” Hades would chuckle.

“Just get together already!” Maleficent added.

“Yeah, right!” You would retort, rolling your eyes. “I’d rather date Prince Charming.”

But beneath the surface, a tension simmered, one neither of you could quite acknowledge.

-

One rainy afternoon, you were flipping through your Defense Against the Dark Arts notes. A few textbooks are laid across from you. Loose sheets of paper are scattered on the desk.

You were reading about how to deflect specific hexes when a certain pirate sat down next to you.

"Studying for DADA? Never thought you would turn on your own people Villain Princess." Hook smirked.

Oh how you hated that nickname so much. And he knew it, clearly trying to get a rise out of you.

"I don't know what you're talking about." You dismissed.

Hook reached over and snatched the book holding it away from you with his good hand.

"James give it back!"

Thankfully no one was on the second floor of the library so you could be as loud as you wanted.

"I will once you tell me why you're studying so hard for this class when your father is the Prince Hans of the Southern Isles." Although Hook didn't really see an issue with it he just loved annoying you.

"Why? So you can laugh and tease me? No, thank you."

He noticed the way your eyebrows furrowed. The sharp exhale as you fought to get the book back.

It started as a joke but now it seemed like you were onto something serious.

"Is it really that bad darling?" He asked.

"You don't understand." You stood up trying to walk away but he quickly stood up and placed his hand on your shoulder.

The book long forgotten.

"Then tell me. For once don't argue with me." His eyes had a different expression. One you had never seen until now.

He was pleading for you to tell him.

You wanted to give him a sassy remark. To ask why he couldn't mind his own business. But today you were defeated you didn't want to argue anymore.

"It's my dad." You sighed. "Ever since I came to Merlin Academy his mission for me has been to come back home with a prince on my arm."

Hook stared at you intently trying to ignore the feeling in his stomach at the thought of some stuck-up prince holding you.

"Every time I come back for the holidays or when the school year ends he asks the same question."

"Have you found a prince yet? Our royal bloodline depends on it."

"He doesn't ask how I've been or how I'm doing in class. Me marrying a prince is all he cares about. But I don't want that." You whispered the last part shaking your head.

But Hook heard you, "Then what do you want darling?" He stepped closer to you.

You looked away trying to avoid his gaze. That was something you couldn't tell him. Not yet at least.

"Y/n tell me." There it was the same look in his eyes as before.

"I don't know. All I know is I do not want to marry a prince and live unhappy for the rest of my life. But I cannot tell my father. I'm afraid of what he'll do. Which is why I take DADA in the first place." You stated lifting up the book.

"If he tries to lock me up or do anything to try and force me to marry a prince I'll be more than prepared. He doesn't care enough to ask about my class schedule so he won't find out. I'll be ready if he retaliates."

"I don't know what to say." The young pirate's eyes shifted as his brain tried to find the right words. "Your father is not who I thought he was love. My problems with Tick-Tock are nothing compared to yours."

A sudden storm rolled in, dry lightning cracking across the sky. Heavy rain began to pour. It hit the stained glass windows of the library furiously.

It was time to leave. You had to get back to your dorm.

"I knew I shouldn't have told you anything." You quickly grabbed your things heading to the flight of stairs that led to the first floor.

You blew it, you idiot. Hook thought to himself as he ran after you.

Thankfully the dorms were right around the corner from the library.

As you opened the door to the common area you realized James was still following you. Once he made it inside you turned to look at him.

“This is your fault,” You said, shaking off droplets from your hair. “You always pick the most inconvenient days to bother me”

Even with your damp hair and slightly soaked clothes you looked ethereal. The small droplets on your eyelashes make them stand out even more.

He chuckled, his voice teasing. “Maybe you should learn to pick better weather for your study sessions.”

"I wouldn't have gotten soaked if you hadn't been such a jerk. I knew I shouldn't have told you anything." You shook your head tears threatening to spill.

Again you tried to walk away but James wrapped his hand around your wrist.

"I didn't mean to upset you, lass." He admitted. Your eyes softened as you looked at him.

"Look I know we haven't been the best of friends. But if this is really bothering you my best advice is to confront it. If you keep trying to deflect or trick your father it will make things worse darling. Take it from a pirate you have to face your challenges head-on."

The boy could almost see the gears in your mind turning as you let his advice soak in.

"Perhaps you could tell your father how you feel when he visits you? If you believe he'll retaliate he won't be able to do anything since he'll be on the grounds of Merlin Academy. And if he does you have us to back you up. VKs stick together."

You couldn't believe what you were hearing. For the first time, you actually had a decent conversation with James Hook. One that didn't end with petty remarks.

"I never thought about it that way. Maybe you have a point....Thanks for the advice pirate,” You said softly, nudging his side. “I didn’t think you’d care enough to stick around.”

“Yeah, well,” He replied, rubbing the back of his neck “Maybe I’m not such a jerk after all.”

The air between you both shifted, a moment of vulnerability emerging. The teasing comments from your friends echoed in your minds, but now it felt different. You were no longer rivals; you were allies, working toward a common goal.

“Hmm we'll see about that." You said causing James to chuckle.

"You know,” A playful smirk appeared on his face, “if we stopped fighting, we might actually make a good team.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Are you suggesting we team up? Like, in life?”

“Maybe,” He teased, “but only if you promise to stop telling others that I love crocodiles.”

“And you stop calling me Villain Princess.” You shot back, but your tone was light, and playful.

-

Days turned into weeks, and your dynamic with James began to change. You still argued, but the fights were laced with a newfound flirtation. Your friends noticed the shift immediately and doubled down on the teasing.

“You two are practically dating.” Morgie smirked one morning in the dining hall.

“Shut up!” You shot back, though your cheeks flushed.

Maleficent just held back a chuckle. Thankfully it was just you three because the others were still in bed.

“I think you guys look cute together.” She smiled.

-

One evening, while the group was walking to Uliana’s lair, you caught James staring at you.

“What?” You asked, smiling.

“Nothing,” He replied, quickly looking away. But your heart raced, and you realized that your feelings for him had blossomed into something deeper.

That night, James lay awake, replaying the moments with you together. He could no longer deny it: he had feelings for you. But what would that mean for your rivalry? What would it mean for your friends?

-

The next morning, James decided he couldn’t keep it to himself any longer. He marched over to your dorm, his heart pounding in his chest.

“Y/n!” He called, through the door as he knocked.

You opened it and looked up, surprise etched on your face. “What’s going on?”

“I need to tell you something,” He said, his voice steady despite his nerves.

You moved over so he could step inside your dorm room. The door closed softly.

“Is it about how you finally admit I have better Swordsmanship?” You teased, a grin spreading across your face.

“Actually, it’s about how I think I might… like you,” He blurted out, his cheeks turning pink. “Like, really like you darling.”

The teasing faded from your expression, replaced by a look of genuine surprise. “You’re serious?”

“Yes.” He said, his heart racing. “I know we’ve fought a lot, but I can’t ignore it anymore.”

You stepped closer, a grin forming on your lips. “Well, I guess that makes two of us. Because I’ve been feeling the same way.”

James’ breath hitched. “But your father love. I don’t want him to hurt you if he finds out we’re together.”

His soft hand caressed the side of your face. He held you like a delicate flower.

“You don’t have to worry about that. I told him. I couldn’t wait until next month so I made a phone call.”

James’ eyes widened in surprise.

“He was upset. But he’ll come around I know it. Plus my mom can talk some sense into him. The point is we don’t have to worry James.” Your eyes sparkling with happiness.

James pulled you into a tight but comfortable hug and kissed your forehead.

“Love you have no idea how happy I am to hear that. I always knew how brave you were.”

“Thanks to you James. I couldn’t have done it without you,” You replied, your heart soaring as you shared a tentative smile.

-

As the weeks passed, the teasing from Hades and Morgie continued, but it was now accompanied by genuine support. And the girls were very happy for you both.

You and James found yourselves laughing. Spending a lot of time together.

One evening, as you both walked through the halls, James reached for your hand. Your heart raced as he entwined his fingers with yours, a smile spreading across your face.

“Looks like we really are an old married couple now,” You said, glancing at him with affection.

“Yeah,” He replied, wrapping his arms around you. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way gorgeous.”

In the heart of Merlin Academy, amidst the laughter and teasing, a new chapter began for you and James—one filled with love, friendship, and the promise of a future together.

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Soldier (Part 2)

Part 1

Fem Reader x Raphael

Warnings: Extreme Violence, Blood, Guns, Kidnapping, Suggested Assault

He crouches low on the roof the the warehouse adjacent to the one he knows you're in. He doesn't need any other validation to know you're in there, he could follow your scent across time itself.

There's is a soft, familiar sound behind him.

"I don't need you here," Raphael says without turning around.

"No, but she might," Donatello responds, coming up to crouch beside him. He pulls his goggles down and analyzes the warehouse, adjusting the field medic kit strapped to his side.

Raphael refuses to follow that line of thinking any further, and turns back toward the warehouse as Donnie starts counting heat signatures.

"Talk to me, D."

"Twenty-six inside, four outside - two on the rooftop, two on the street. Looks like they have her tied to a chair." He points roughly to your location. He makes a couple of adjustments on his goggles. "We've got ordinance..." he whistles, "a lot of ordinance," his jaw tightens and he exhales hard, "I think she found our weapons ring."

You went in alone. You found a rabbit and you followed it "just to see," and you ended up in over your head. Donnie stares unblinking at your barely moving form. He's considering making good on his threat of just injecting you with a fucking tracking chip, and begins forming his argument in lieu of thinking about the fact that his best friend is currently a prisoner and is definitely injured.

Raph taps Donnie's arm with the back of his hand and holds it out, eyes never leaving the warehouse as Donnie hands him the goggles. Raphael's jaw is tight, and D watches his eyes flash as he lifts the goggles and they move swiftly over the situation.

He loves you. Donnie sees it every time he looks at you. He's never been one to bank on hope or luck, but he honestly doesn't know what would happen to his brother if you don't come out of this okay.

...

It's quiet now. They left once you'd stopped crying. Tossed you back into the chair, doubling and double checking their restraints this time, and walked out to continue whatever the fuck it is they were doing.

Your breathing is slow and painful, with a worrying wet sound in the deep parts of your lungs. Your throat is raw from screaming, and your eyes dry and sticky from crying until there was nothing left. You're too tired and sore to even hold yourself up in the chair, relying on the hands bound behind you to keep you upright, and you're positive you have at least two broken ribs.

They're coming, you remind yourself for the millionth time in the last 45 minutes, they're coming...

You look up when you hear a commotion beyond the crates. You see one of your captors sail across your vision. You think. But your fractured focus is pulled by a loud rattling sound behind you and the feeling of fresh air against the back of your neck.

A large shadow grows before you, and you're almost afraid, but the zipties are cut from your wrists, and as you nearly fall forward, strong hands pull you gently back against the chair.

"Hey you," Donnie says softly, behind your head, "You're okay. We're gonna get you out of here," he sounds calm, but his voice is strained. It must be worse that you thought. Hot tears of relief stream from your eyes, as the large shadow envelopes you. Beyond it there is shouting.

He comes into focus, looking down at you with dark, remorseful eyes. He takes your chin gently in his hand, turning your face to get a good look at what they've done to you. His eyes follow the column of your throat and the red bruises that disappear under your collar. Over the next few days, they will bloom into violent blue and purple flowers.

The shouting behind him grows louder, and along with it the chambering of ammunition.

This is his fault. He's gotten sloppy. Comfortable. He's forgotten his purpose. His place. He allowed himself the irresponsible fantasy of you, and you suffered for it. He looks over the evidence of his negligence, a garden of regret, memorizing every single mark. He will never forget again.

In his eyes is a decision made. When he was young, his anger roiled inside of him at the unfairness of it all. Why make them just human enough to want the things they're not human enough to have? It didn't make sense, and he had words and several violent actions for whoever was responsible for that decision.

But whether he was intentionally made to be a fighter, or he was a fighter because he was made this way, for better or worse, this is his purpose. He was built to hold the fragile line between your world, and his.

"Turn around!" The shout comes from behind him.

This is his fault. He wanted it. Wanted you. You knocked on the door to his broken world, and he opened it. And the darkness saw you. Saw your light, your beauty, your peace, and proceeded to do what darkness does. It dragged you in. Hurt you. It would consume you if he let it.

"Turn the fuck around!" The man shouts again, racking a bullet in what sounds like a large caliber handgun.

"Close your eyes, sweetheart," he rumbles, softly, wiping away a tear with his thumb, "You don't need to see what's gonna happen next."

And you do.

For a moment.

Until you feel the drums...

Last year, you'd attended a kumi-daiko demonstration at a bonsai garden outside Burbank. Drums that are meant to be heard across villages, not sat in front of, primly, holding a tri-fold program with some pretty words about their history. They don't need pretty words. They tell you who they are.

They were sacred once. Miraculous. Living, beating hearts that called upon your own to beat in time with it and everything else in a several-mile radius. A pulse you can feel in the deepest parts of you, that calls you forth and forward to be more. To be something greater.

But the the salt of the real world tends to tarnish miracles, and those once beautiful, sacred things were tossed into the rusted pit of war. And you could feel it in them. You could feel the wrapped leather and steel in your hand, smell the smoke as it burned deep within your lungs, taste the copper on your tongue. The drums brought you to the battlefield.

But they still remember. They remember what it feels like to be sacred, divine. The drums that once so fiercely protected, loved, and celebrated life and promise, left only to mourn the hearts they feel fall silent, knowing their dirge will only bring more to the slaughter. Their beauty is doubled in their mourning.

They used to be the most beautiful and terrifying sound you'd ever experienced...

You hear nothing, the frequency is beyond your range, but you feel the drums in the chair beneath you, and when you open your eyes, his back is to you, facing your assailants. By the looks on their faces, they can feel them, too.

Donnie stills from assessing your injuries, and there is a soft hand on your knee, "Y/N..." He tries to draw your attention, his brother doesn't want you to see this, but you can't tear your eyes away.

Calculating eyes sweep over the enemy before him, a small band of untrained mercenaries, accountants, logistics managers, the workforce of the operation surrounding them. Afraid, but not backing down. Merchants of Death believing themselves immune to their own product.

Wrong.

Bone splinters in his hand as he grabs the forearm of the nearest one. A high pitched scream that dips and is silenced as they're thrown across the warehouse floor, connecting head first with the wall on the opposite side.

Side stepping a gun barrel, his forehead connects with the face of the gunman, knocking him back and sending him crashing into another, both guns firing.

You watch him, transfixed. Like a tornado. Massive, graceful, and devastating. Tearing through bodies like paper, scattering them like leaves. The warehouse is filled with noise as a chorus of screams joins the violent staccato of gunshots. The scent of blood mists into the air as bodies hit the ground, seeping, and don't get back up again.

This is what you are

This is where you belong

Here in this world of blood and pain

Holding the line between your world and hers.

Two assailants collide, their skulls crashing together with an audible crack, before crumpling to the ground. They barely register as he grabs the hair of another, drawing them to him. The man that hurt you. The one with the pubescent goatee. It's over in seconds, but Raphael ensures he feels it first.

He loves you, the fool, thinking his love could do anything but hurt. He isn't built for love. To be loved. He's built for violence. Whether by his own hand or just as a result of his very existence, you were always going to get hurt.

You wanted to forget

To pretend

To pretend like you're anything but this

Belong anywhere but here...

You see it in his eyes. The acceptance, the responsibility, of what happened. Guilt and pain. The resolve that this will never happen again. All the ways in which he's failed you.

You can't bear it. The pain in his eyes. The loss. This beautiful, sacred creature, this miracle. Whose beating heart has called to yours since the moment you met. Called you to be something greater. Made into an instrument of destruction. Bound by the lies of glory and honor. Still fighting and so, so tired. The offense, the blasphemy, pulls you to your feet.

The bodies have thinned significantly, but Raphael is too caught up in the rage to notice. His head is spinning with the smell of blood, and the burn of guilt inside his chest.

It's his job to hold the line, and he broke ranks. He could lie and say it was for you, that you wanted to be a part of his world. You did, but if he cared about you, loved you, at all, you'd be far away from all of this. His selfishness nearly cost you your life. Nearly cost him everything.

Selfish

Worthless

How could you do this to her?

To her

You let this happen

You wanted this to happen

Those bruises

That blood

Her blood.

You did this.

Hooking his hand under a man's jaw, he lifts him from the ground as he kicks the AR-15 from the hands of another. A twist of his fingers, a snap, and the body is slammed hard to the ground, skull shattering on impact.

A weapon

That is all you are

All you will ever be

You will watch her fall into the arms of the unworthy

Over and over again

Until you die, broken and alone

Choking on your own blood

An instrument of war

Bound to the battlefield

He tosses a man into the cement wall with enough force to leave a crater, spins round to face whatever sound is coming up behind him, and freezes when he meets your eyes.

Donnie has you by the wrist as if he'd already stopped you from approaching. You're eyes don't leave the berserker, but somehow your mind registers the quiet and you know that it's over. You tug a gentle plea to your friend release you, and he does. He knows his brother. Raphael is terrified of hurting you, which means you couldn't be safer.

He holds your gaze as you limp to him, slowly. You step over bodies with barely a glance down, the only sounds in the building are Raphael's heavy breathing and your soft footfalls.

You stand before him, looking up into eyes as pained and exhausted as your own. You raise a hand and place it gently on his chest, blood spatter slick beneath your fingers, and rest your forehead on your hand. "Take me home, Red..." you whisper, exhausted.

He inhales, sharply. He doesn't understand. You saw everything. You should be terrified, hiding behind his brother, not rested against him, head bowed as if in prayer. He swallows hard, clenching his to hands into fists. Everything in him is screaming out to hold you, but he is covered in their blood. He won't, can't, touch you. Not until he is scoured clean. If only it were possible to never touch you again.

He looks to his brother with pleading eyes, glancing at the blood soaked fabric wrapping his hands. Donnie walks up behind you and places a hand on your shoulder wordlessly asking if you'll allow him to help. You lean back into him gratefully and he scoops you up into his arms.

You're asleep before you reach the sewers.

.....

...

Soldier keep on marchin' on

Head down 'til the work is done

Waiting on that morning sun

Soldier keep on marchin' on

Head in the dust, feet in the fire

Labour on that midnight wire

Listening for that angel choir

You got nowhere to run

You wanna take a drink of that promised land

You gotta wipe the dirt off of your hands

Careful son, you got dreamer's plans

But it gets hard to stand

Soldier keep on marchin' on

Head down 'til the work is done

Waiting on that morning sun

Soldier keep on marchin' on

Quiet now, you're gonna wake the beast

Hide your soul out of his reach

Shiver to that broken beat

Dark into the heat

Soldier keep on marchin' on

Head down 'til the work is done

Waiting on that morning sun

Soldier keep on marchin' on

Soldier, Fleurie and Tommee Profitt

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Taking what's not yours

Pairing: sanemi, and iguro x reader

Synopsis: after you and your partner break up, you forget some things at their house and they forget things in yours. But you aren't in contact. What do they do with your things?

Sanemi broke up with you, it was a nasty break up. He texted you simply saying "were breaking up, pack your shit and move back into your old house" you couldn't believe him. What did you do? You tried to message him but he wouldn't reply. You were in a rush to pack your things, rushing around the house grabbing anything of yours in sight. You were out of the house by the time sanemi got home. When he got home Sanemi expected you to still be packing but you were gone. Sanemi was shocked he thought you would at least stay and argue with him but you were gone.

Sanemi Lay down in bed thinking if his decision was a smart one, he met a girl in a club who Sanemi deemed prettier than you, so he broke up with you and pursued her. Turns out she wasn't what he thought she was, yes she was pretty but she talked too much and visibly wasn't interested in him. Sanemi turned onto his side facing his bedside table when he noticed the book you always read. It was your favourite, you must have forgotten it. Sanemi picked it up and flicked through the pages, oddly enough the book smelled of your perfume. Sanemi missed it and decided that he was going to text you but you blocked him. He threw his phone muttering curse words under his breath as he walked into the kitchen. He grabbed a drink and walked out onto your balcony where he noticed your lighter sitting at the corner where you always used to sit. Sanemi once again picked it up, he turned it on and off a few times before stuffing it into his pocket.

Iguro and you were a very happy couple, well that was until iguro met mitsuri. You are jealous she was so pretty and had boys falling at her feet, boys like iguro. You tried to brush off their relationship as simply friendly since they were both hashira. But as they hung out more and more you and iguro grew farther apart. You finally snapped when iguro cancelled a trip that you had planned two months ago, simply because kanroji had asked him to hang out and get lunch at a place that he doesn't like but he brushed it off since mitsuri liked it.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU? WE'VE BEEN PLANNING THIS FOR TWO MONTHS AND YOUR CANCELLING BECAUSE SOME TRASHY WHORE WANT TO GO GET LUNCH AT A PLACE YOU DONT FUCKING LIKE?"

You didn't mean what you said about kanroji but you were so blinded by rage that you didn't care what you said

"DON'T YOU DARE SPEAK ABOUT HER THAT WAY"

Iguro felt bad for shouting, he didn't mean for it to come off in that way, he knows you take things hard and he felt bad of course for you, but he just couldn't take how you spoke about kanroji, he fell for you first, but fell harder for her.

"you know what obanai?" You said, almost calmly, obanai tilted his head slightly waiting for you to continue your argument. "I'm done with you, and I'm done hearing about kanroji, I know you love her more than me, so I'll do you a favor and just fucking leave!" Obanai was surprised, you? Leave? He didn't think you would do it. But to his surprise, you packed your bags and walked out the door, he didn't try to run after you, he let you go.

A couple weeks later, obanai and mitsuri are now somewhat "dating", and the news spreads round like a wildfire. One night, mitsuri was staying at obanai's place and she noticed a pack of cigarettes sitting on the nightstand opposite Obanai's. "Obi, I didn't know you smoked!" She said, surprised to say the least. Obanai's heart dropped when he saw a box of the cigarettes you used to smoke, the pack was only half filled, you had smoked the rest. "I don't, they belong to an old friend of mine" he said quietly, and mitsuri let out a small "oh.." before handing obanai the pack and laying down to sleep. Once mitsuri was asleep, obanai put on the music you both used to listen to, and smoked one of the cigarettes, remembering the taste of your mouth. He cried, he missed you, you had moved on.

[pearlofthesirens]

domestic simon riley headcanons perhaps?

ooh i'm gonna love writing thissssss!!

Domestic Simon Headcanons:

wakes up at either 4 or 5 am, even after retiring. doesn't let go of the military morning routine.

if you're sleeping, he'll give you the softest kiss before fixing the blanket so you're not cold.

brushes his teeth and immediately hits the gym. loves the food you make, will tear that shit up but he thinks he should be keeping his body fit too. doesn't want Johnny to tease him for becoming soft(you personally love him even when he's a huge teddy bear).

when he comes back and sees you making breakfast, he won't hesitate to give you back hugs despite your complains of him being sweaty and smelly. "Si, no! Take a shower first, you're stinky!" "Shower can wait, lovie. I need to give my girl a kiss first."

calls you all sorts of nicknames like lovie, darling, sweetie, doll, my girl, etc.

if he's hungry and you're not at home, the only thing he can make is tea and toast. might burn the bread a little, might add a can of beans or potato mash(bri'ish tings), do not trust him with the kitchen.

if you're doing chores together, he would definitely want to help a lot even if he doesn't know much. for example, he'd definitely help with keeping the counter clean and taking dishes out from the dishwasher if you're cooking.

why waste water? take a shower together! "Water's too hot, doll. You're gonna burn." "Water's just fine." "You make me wonder what kinda demon I fell in love with."

genuinely gets scared if you call him Simon Riley, or worse if it's Ghost. will start contemplating about every single thing he did and where he might've gone wrong. "Simon Rile-" "I'm right here, sugar. Anything wrong? Need a shoulder massage?" "I-...please get the box of pasta from the top shelf." "Anything for you, doll."

he generally refuses to let you see him in full gear, prefers to keep Ghost out of his lovely Manchester apartment. but once after he was done with a long mission, he was so tired that he entirely forgot he had a significant other and walked inside the house with his balaclava and everything. you almost let out a scream when you saw a tall figure with a skull face hovering over you as you were sat on the couch, reading your favorite book. "AAAHH-" "Darling?"

he would legit go "?????" before he realizes that he has his mask on and everything. removes it immediately and sees your eyes soften, arms wide open for him. he takes you in a bone crushing hug, not forgetting to kiss your forehead.

always the big spoon when sleeping, but loves your arm around him too. will keep one arm out for you to rest your head on, doesn't care if it's numb, and the other around your waist. when you're facing him, he will hold your head and hips protectively, letting you bury your face in his chest and neck.

doesn't believe that a man should be controlling what his partner wears, he will encourage your to wear whatever makes you feel comfortable and confident. keeps a protective arm around your waist in public to show that you're his. "Wear whatever you want, sweetie. I can fight, ain't got all this body for nothing."

arguments with him are always short. he would not let anything get to a point that you two are shouting on each other's faces, he does not want to be like his father. goes to a different room to cool himself down before he opens the door to find you.

has a hard time apologizing with words at first, will try to get you something like flowers or give you a silent hug. but he soon learns to say "sorry" and to be gentler with you.

will get down on one knee and present you the ring when you least expect it. wants to have a small wedding at a church with only a few people, preferably TF141, Laswell, your immediate family and a few close friends you have.

wants kids, but won't force you if you don't want to. will consider resigning from the military if he does end up being a dad, he doesn't want to risk his life out there when he has two beautiful human beings to come home to. "Such a poppet, isn't she? Just like her mama." "Don't give me all the credit, honey. She's got your looks too, pretty little thing."

will take you out for dates, dinners too. believes that a relationship shouldn't be stagnant. you get to pick the restaurant and he will willingly pay for whatever you want to eat. you just have to look pretty <3

although he likes to put the most effort, he expects you to put effort too. he takes offense if you disregard how he feels, is devoted to you and expects you to love him the same.

little things matter to him. he pays attention to how you make tea for him, how you do not push him when he doesn't want to talk about something, how you adjust the blanket over both of you every time he comes home late and plops himself down on the couch with you.

overall, the sweetest but realistically speaking, it might be a bit tough to live with him considering he's in the military and has a bitter past. but as long as you're ready to compromise and understand him, he will return the love tenfold and more.

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[yorshie]

For the angst prompt, can you do 23 & 24 a very angsty confession with Raph with an eventual happy ending?

Bayverse Raph x GN reader, SFW

"Will it kill you to tell me the truth for once?" You shouted at his retreating shell, dodging the hanging chains that swayed quickly back in place as he sought to put some distance between the two of you, the usual makeshift door not slowing you down like it would normally.

The argument was old, but you were full of hot anger, and the festering itch couldn't be shoved down any longer.

"I tried! I tried to tell you, but you didn't listen to me." He sounded so tired, so done, and it created a tight swell of panic high in your chest. "Just like you aren't listening to me right now. It's gotta be this way, sweet-"

"Don't you dare 'sweetheart' me in the middle of breaking up with me, Raphael." You hissed, rounding on him. "You did not tell me, you just have me some fortune cookie nonsense and then disappeared!"

You stopped in front of him, glaring up at the sad look on his face. "Stop looking at me like that and tell me what's going on, or so help me I'll... I'll ask Leo."

Raph barked a laugh at that, turning his face upwards and scrubbing a large hand over his beak. "Wow." Embarrassment stained your cheeks at the amount of patronization in that one word. "You still aren't listening, are you?"

You looked down sharply, breathing hard, trying not to sniffle as he continued.

"Leo's gone to throw his own girl off our scent, he's no help to you or me right now. Might've worked a few hours ago, but now I've seen what these assholes are prepared to do. You gotta bug out, babe."

He tried to reach out, to touch your face, but you dodged his hand, anger still bubbling up. "You can't ditch me, Raph. I'll just... I'll follow you."

"No, you won't." He explained, rough voice dipping down low. "Wr'e going dark, and I need you too as well. I can't even give you a burner, I'm dead serious-"

You turned on your heel before he could finish, hurt, angry, ten seconds from screaming at him, needing to get as far away as possible before you expounded the problem.

"Hey, wait!" Raph called, making an aborted move for your swinging arm. "I wanna at least say good-"

"No!" You yelled over your shoulder. "Don't you dare say that fucking word to me! You can tell me hello though, when you finally pull your head out of your shell!"

Silence radiated from behind you, but you didn't dare turn to look. Your vision was already blurry, you'd break if he was watching you leave with that same sad look pulling at his face.

A month later, sitting in your friend’s living room, listlessly poking at yet another plate of cold leftovers, your purse started buzzing.

Confused, you pulled the item towards you, rooting around until your fingers touched something cold and bulky. Pulling it out, you turned over an old flip phone.

It started buzzing again, and without thinking you flipped it open, heart starting to kick up in your throat at the low voice on the other side.

“Hey, sweetheart. Sorry it took so long”

[xtransmasc-reader-scenariosx]

Long Term Love with Azumane Asahi

Pairing: Azumane Asahi/Trans Male reader Warnings: Mentions of Dysphoria, references to sex Summary: Despite growing up together, despite dating since before middle school started, despite everything really, sometimes how much Azumane loves you still catches you off guard.

You've spent your whole life with Asahi, or at least all of it that your remember, he's been your next door neighbor since elementary school and your boyfriend since the summer of your fifth year. Every major milestone has been spent together. Everything that there is to feel with another person has been felt, and still, despite it all, Asahi still sweeps you off your feet. Often without meaning to. He's always been bigger than you, and when you first met him it was terrifying. You thought he was older than you, and like most older kids, was going to terrorize you, but he didn't. And once you found the bravery to stop hiding behind your mother and talk with him things changed. You learned he was in your grade, although not your class, and you went to the same school. He sought you out after that. He'd never met someone with so many things different from him and he found you interesting. You balanced each other out, his calm and quiet eased your rough and tumble tendencies. Listening as you shouted your way through arguments you could have won if he hadn't pulled you away, letting you get the anger out before finishing your walk home.

You like to think you were the one that fell first, Asahi will argue this point until he's blue in the face, but privately, you're certain. It was when you were finally sure of yourself, when you knew you were a boy not a girl. When after months of fearing what he would say you bit the bullet and brought it up. He was confused and after a lengthy explanation on your end he only smiled. "It... I'm glad you told me, but it doesn't change things between us. I'll be by your side as long as you'll have me Y/N, that's what friends are for." He put an arm over your shoulder keeping you close, "And now we can get you on the boys team for real." You couldn't help the laugh that escaped you at that, because of course that would be his main concern, "I am perfectly content watching from the bleachers thanks."

Asahi is the one that confessed first, and even then it was more of him stating a thought than revealing anything. It just came out and it felt like the world froze for a moment. You could still remember what you were doing at the time. You were both in Asahi's room going over the pros and cons of different high schools and you had made a comment about how you could pull off the Karasuno boy's uniform and probably pass in it and how nice it would be to finally just be seen as you were without having to explain things. "You know you'd look good in anything right? You don't have to say you like the uniform just because I wanna go to school there. I would still love you just as much even if we went to different schools." He didn't look up from his brochure until after you'd been staring at him for quite a while. It was only after he caught your eye that he seemed to realize what he said. "You love me?" You echo, and he nods too embarrassed to speak and you grinned, "Oh thank god, because I've had a massive crush on you since middle school." He goes red and just laughs. Things don't change too much after that since you and Asahi where already pretty free with your affections.

It's your third year and Asahi has finally rejoined the team and you were back to sitting in the bleachers as you watched practice instead of avoiding the building all together. It was nice, even if the first years were a bit much. After they'd interrogated Asahi they had moved onto you. What position do you play? I don't. Then why are you here? To support my boyfriend, and the rest of the team. Why haven't we seen you around before? Because Asa just came back. It went on and on until the warm up whistle, and without a second thought Asahi kissed the top of your head and jogged off to meet the rest of the team. And you just stood there a little uselessly for a moment, overwhelmed with affection. Then its finals season and you can't remember the last time you slept. You had to study, you had to make sure Asahi studied because you were pretty sure Takeda wasn't kidding about barring anyone with failing marks from the away games and that would break Asahi all over again and you just got him back. And then there is a cup of green tea where your studying materials had just been. It snaps you back to yourself and you look up to see Asahi standing beside your desk with a smile. "Let's have some tea, stretch a little, and then come back to this." You agree, even though you know what is going to happen after you stretch is definitely not going to be studying, and sleep will follow soon after, and tomorrow you'll try again with similar results. Finals will go fine as they always do.

Then, they're standing on the top of the world and you couldn't be prouder. The bubble bursts of course when a reckless reporter refers to you as Asahi's girlfriend. It hasn't happened in years, but the offhand remark already has your skin feeling too tight. Everyone that needs to know does, and Asa had corrected the reporter with surprising sternness, but the damage had been done. But before you can retreat too far, there is Asahi. Bent to your level with a serious expression. "Don't mind her." He says, and you almost snap about how it's not that easy, "It's hard I know. But i am with you and I will remind you how ever many times it takes that you are the boy i have loved my whole life."

[cozyrecords]

Volleying Love

Here's another post for one of my favourite characters, Kuroo Tetsurou <3

I hope you guys enjoy reading this and any suggestions are welcome!

Kuroo is an all-time famous volleyball player and there is no denying that but so is the fact that he has been your best friend ever since you moved to Nekoma. You guys have seen each other's most vulnerable sides to the most embarrassing moments. Not to mention also the times when you guys have been in a really heated argument once but thankfully made up just in time.

Of course, you guys were nothing more than just best buddies, right? Or so you thought...

"Y/N, my beloved...I have missed you a ton!" Kuroo dramatically clutches his heart, entering the class.

"I think you guys met yesterday?" Lev questions, showing the recent post on Kuroo's social media where he took your picture while playing claw machine at an amusement park.

You rolled your eyes, shook your head, and released an annoyed sigh. "I miSSeD yoU ToO."

"Anyways, you know the drill, right? Match at 6 pm today." Kuroo winks at you and puckers his lower lip when he sees you gagging at his gesture.

"Kuroo, I will f*cking bury you alive if you do that again." You slightly smack his arm.

Kenma snickers without diverting his attention away from the game. Meanwhile, Lev and Kenma go to their classes and your homeroom teacher enters the class and asks you guys to open the textbooks.

"Heyy..psst!"

You feel your chair being kicked by someone and turn sideways to come face-to-face with Kuroo.

"What do you want, idiot?"

"You." He smirks.

Your eyes widen and your body goes into a defensive mode but even before you realize what's happening, you feel your hair being ruffled by him.

"Looks like someone fell for that." He cackles and it immediately makes your eyes all watery so you blink rapidly and turn around to get a pencil.

"F*ck off, Kuroo. I- I almost threw up at your words." You slightly quivered, throwing the pencil at him.

"Oww, what did I even do?" He whisper-shouted at you.

Kuroo felt a paper ball hit his shoulder and he looked back to Yaku who signed to that paper ball to be opened.

'You are dumb as fuck'

"Yaku-san! Come on..not you too?"

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After classes, you go to the canteen to buy snacks for the game. You contemplated whether to buy Kuroo's favourite drink because he will be getting tons from his fans.

"OMGG! I CAN'T WAIT TO GIVE THIS TO KUROO."

"NOO...I WILL BE THE ONE TO GIVE HIM BEFORE THE MATCH."

You sighed in annoyance after hearing a few girls from your school competing about who would hand him the drinks first.

"Getting jealous much, are we?"

You whip your head towards the owner of the voice to see Lev standing behind you. He cackles as he takes a glance at your serious face.

"Hahaha...why would I be jealous? And that too because of those girls??? Over Kuroo???? Please." You said averting your eyes away from his.

"Y/N, who are you even kidding? Don't you think its time you tell him about how you feel?"

"Lev, I think you misunderstood the whole dynamic we both have. He is just my best friend and nothing much. Stop having these unrealistic ideas." You were calming yourself from becoming agitated.

"Are you telling that to me or to comfort yourself? Y/N, you don't have to be honest with me but be honest with yourself at least." You noticed his face being stoic, void of any hint of playfulness.

"Let's go. I think you are getting late too." You tried breaking the conversation.

Lev gasped looking at the time on his phone and stormed to the gym before yelling a 'see you after the match.'

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You arrive at the volleyball court to get a spot on the bleachers and just to your liking, you get to have a good view from there. Letting your eyes wander all over the room, they take a pause at your best friend, who is engaged in a serious conversation with the coach along with other members.

Taking a glance at his body, you pay attention to his strong physique consisting of his sharp jawline, strong biceps, and relaxed yet fit posture. Has he always been this manly? Or am I just going crazy?

All of a sudden your thoughts were interrupted by the whistle indicating that the match started and you scrunched your face in disgust for even thinking about Kuroo in this way.

Everyone started screaming as the members jogged up to the middle of the court to greet the other team. You noticed Kuroo spotting you in the crowd and smiled in acknowledgement, waving his hand slightly at you. The most unexpected thing happens as you shoot a tight-lipped smile in response, your heart races slightly at this interaction.

The match started and as usual, you saw the other team get beaten into a pulp by the ruthless Nekoma and more so

"We see our reliable middle blockers block the ball with ease and have it tossed with an unimaginable speed to the other side...aandd one point to Nekoma!" The commentator excitedly screams as Nekoma scores a point.

As the match goes on, you become engrossed in the game as usual but you start noticing something. This match was filled with energy, determination and the zeal to play more and win however you also observe a change in Kuroo. He seems bold and draws more attention than usual which captivates you even more. His spikes and blocks are intense, and he is leading the team with unparalleled intensity.

That is when it clicks so you realize that it is not just his playing but also his attitude and the way he looks at you amidst the crowd. His gaze keeps finding you, and every time he scores or gives an incredible block, he flashes a smile filled with fondness which you have only seen once or twice. It's as if every point he scores is a message meant for you. Having said that, he is revealing a side of himself that you have never seen before. Am I being delusional? Why would he do that? You think to yourself.

As the match reaches its final state, you are torn between admiring Kuroo's exceptional performance and the confusion regarding his behaviour. Nonetheless, you shake your head to remove any other thoughts just to focus on the game.

The crowd finally breaks into cheers as Kuroo and Kenma team up for the last point to make a spectacular play, attaining the victory. Your eyes moistened as you smiled and made tiny jumps in excitement. Similarly, Kuroo was being thrown in the air and caught by his teammates in joy but all he cared was about you.

You watched as Kuroo squeezed himself in between the ecstatic crowd and made his way towards you, his face glistening under the bright lights and a smile that reached his eyes. And that is when the realization hits you like a ton of bricks and you are left in shock. Kuroo is in love with you as much as you are in love with him.

But even before you can move, your peripheral vision registers a frenzied fan making her way towards Kuroo, who seems to be oblivious to the surroundings, keeping his focus solely on you. In an attempt to prevent her from running towards him, you blocked the way but what happened next made the gym fall into a horrified silence.

The scene unfolds to the fan slapping you hard enough to be shoved to the ground as you try to protect your best friend. Cheers have been ceased and the atmosphere shifts from celebration to disbelief.

Your cheek aches with a stinging sensation, gradually swelling and the force of your head hitting the ground makes you slightly dizzy. His face fades as your vision becomes blurry both from the tears and dizziness, so you try your best to not fall unconscious.

Kuroo's movements slow down but his pace increases as his jaws set in a tight line, fists clenched and his face reddens with wrath clouding his eyes. It was obviously unacceptable and his hiking frustration was just as threatening as him.

However, as soon as he looks at you, trying to withhold the pain, he rushes towards you without any care for his anger. He takes a deep breath not wasting another moment, and picks you up in an instant carrying you to the infirmary. You could only listen to a few of the team members asking Kuroo to take care of you while they deal with that fan.

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"Hey, hey...Look at me. Don't worry, I am here, here with you. I've got you so you're going to be okay." His voice was laced with concern along with a subtle tremble in his voice due to the exhaustion.

"Kuroo...I am- I am alright..." You wince lightly trying to stay awake.

"Let's talk later okay? We need to get you a first aid."

He took a turn to the medical room and the doctor quickly takes you to the room. She asks him to stay out for a while and you could make out his reluctance, so you smiled fondly at him. You nodded a bit, raising your thumbs to subtly indicate that you will be alright.

"Thankfully you didn't have any concussion but I would still advise you to get a checkup done at the main hospital." The doctor smiled at you, giving you an ice pack for your cheek.

"Thanks, doc." You peeped through the door, looking at Kuroo who is fidgeting his legs and hands, taking ragged breaths.

"I will let your friend come in so you keep the ice pack for now."

He got up from his seat and dashed through the door. His eyes softened at the sight of you and you signaled him to sit on the chair by the bed.

"Hey, precious...how are you feeling right now?" His gentle touch on your hair made you almost cry because this soft side of him is genuinely making you feel emotional.

"My cheek stings justttt a bit." You snickered to ignore another nickname he used, stressing on 'just' in an attempt to lighten up the mood.

His hand slowly dropped to the swollen cheek, grazing it so delicately as if it's made up of glass. But his face was painted with a stoic expression. "I am gonna make sure she is suspended from all our games."

You couldn't help but be moved by Kuroo's protectiveness, though you might have been grateful if it was anyone else instead of Kuroo but it's just different. After being friends for so long, your newfound feelings towards him made your chest tighten in fear. What if you were wrong about Kuroo? What if he just put an extra amount of dedication to the game and did not convey something to you- but you felt a rush of emotions as a consequence of his undeniable tenderness in his actions.

The words spilled out of your mouth before you could stop them.

"Tetsu, there is something I need to tell you," you began, ignoring the mini shock you got from using his first name. He turned to you, in an instant as it was rare of you to use his first name unless you have a favour to ask him or when you mess up things. His eyes showed you the assurance you needed. So you took a deep breath and uttered the words which have been tugging your heart ever since.

"I...I like you. And not as a friend."

Pretending to not observe how his eyes bulged out and jaw wide open in astonishment, you continued. "Seeing you play and the way you looked at me today, it...it gave me the benefit of the doubt that you might be having a tiny....really a tiny bit of feelings towards me. I love you, Tetsu. 'Like' is just a small word in comparison to the amount of love I have towards you."

You mentally prepared yourself to be laughed at but had a small hope of being on the side where your love is reciprocated. But what is giving you a hard time is that the room fell into a brief silence making you anxious, so you look at Kuroo for an answer.

His face had long been void of the surprised expression and all you could see was his warm and genuine smile before he screamed in excitement. "OH...my god, Y/N! I have been waiting for you to say that! I was- I was gonna say that after the game because you took a long time to respond to my hints."

"I love you too, Y/N." He cupped your uninjured cheek and the moment felt like a dream, the pain in your cheek long forgotten as Kuroo leaned in, his lips softly meeting yours in a gentle, sweet kiss. Your arms made their way, one to his neck while the other to his hair, drawing him closer to deepen the kiss, and he didn't waste any further and tugged at your lips.

You both pulled away from each other, faces flushed at the mini-makeout session, giggling a bit.

"Your bed-hair just got worse." You grinned, smoothening out his spikes while Kuroo just sat like an obedient love-sick puppy with his body all relaxed at the familiar feeling of you.

[gamerbunny1996]

Jock Jschlatt x reader

Chapter 2

The next morning came and she saw she had a text from schlatt. Opening her phone she read the message. “Be ready by 7 I'm picking you up” she looked at the time and saw it was 6:46 she jumped out of bed and hurried and got ready for the day. A car honk was heard and y/n looked at the window seeing Schlatt’s car waiting. Y/n picked up her bag and ran out the door. Walking up to the car she opened the door. “Good morning” y/n greeted schlatt. “Morning, you know you're in trouble right” he said, staring her in the eyes. Y/n pit her head down in shame.

“I'm sorry. I really did try” y/n said. Schlatt kept looking ahead at the road. He looked pissed “if you were trying you wouldn't have typed Chicken nuggets are the best” he told her. “It was chicken nuggies are the best” she corrected him” he shot her a glare. Y/n shut up really quick. The rest of the drive was quiet. Once they got to the school the two went right for the library. Sitting down at the table, Schlatt pulled out a laptop and handed it over to y/n. “That's yours I got it for you last night” y/n eyes grew wide “no I can't take that it's to much money”

“And just take it you need it”

She opened it up and it looked so new. Y/n was so excited. Schlatt told her the password to get in. Once all logged in, Schlatt had her start working on her assignment. He was working on his own just waiting for when y/n needed him.

Once the bell rang, the two walked to class together. Schlatt sat back in the back and y/n was in the front. “Alright class you guys can sit anywhere and work on your essay. Just please don't be too loud” mis Carlton said. Schlatt stood up and walked to y/n. He sat down right next to her. “Don't you have friends you want to sit with?” y/n asked. He rolled his eyes at her “well I need to help you don't I that's the whole point of me being here” y/n nodded her head in agreement.

Y/n just looked at the screen getting frustrated cause she didn't know what to write. Schlatt noticed and looked over. “You got at least write something”

“I can't I don't know what to write this whole assignment is stupid”

Y/n throw her hands up in frustration. “I'm not smart for this,” she said.

“You are you just got to try” schlatt pulled the assignment paper out to help look over it so he can try and help y/n out.

“NO”

Y/n walked out of the classroom frustrated on the whole thing. “Y/n get back here you can't leave the classroom without permission” the teacher yelled out to her. “Mis Carlton let me deal with her,” Schlatt told her. “Alright then but be quick I can get in trouble for taking you out of class” Schlatt nodded and ran to catch up to y/n.

He saw her walk into the girls bathroom. Walking fast he walks in. “Y/n” he yelled out. He could hear crying in one of the stalls. Walking up to it he knocked. “Go away” y/n shouted. “I did not come all the way into the girls bathroom just to be pushed away” schlatt sat down in front of the stall. “I'm not leaving until you tell me what's going on” he could hear her sniff a little. “I just don't understand it. No matter how many times someone explains it I just don't get it. I hate English and I wish we didn't have to learn it” y/n explain through the sniffles. “Is there anything you do understand in language arts?” he asked. “I love to write. I can write stories but I only know how to write what I want. I can't write argumentative writing. Or how to spell. Or where you should add periods and when sentences are too long I just like to write” y/n opened the stall door with tear stained cheeks. Schlatt pulled her into a hug. “I don't want you to fail because of me, that was so unfair,” he rubbed her back. “I'll find a way so we both pass” he whispered out to her. “Now let's go back before we get into trouble” y/n nodded and they headed out of the girls restroom.

Back at the classroom y/n went to sit at her seat while schlatt went to the teachers desk to talk to her. Y/n watched closely waiting for something good to happen for once in her life. Soon she saw Schlatt nodding his head in agreement then started to walk back over to y/n. Y/n panicked looking at the laptop like she wasn't trying to spy on their conversation. “You're not that smooth I saw you staring” he said sitting in his seat next to her. “So we made an agreement for you. You have to write a 8 page short story about whatever as long as it's school appropriate and you're getting graded on punctuation and spelling still. It will still follow a rubric she is going to whip up real quick” schlatt explains the whole thing soon adding. “You're lucky she can't really do this but she wants you to pass but still put work in so yeah” y/n eyes grew wide in excitement. “And I'll check it all and help fix all mistakes so you can get a good grade on it”

Y/n jumped into schlatts arms “thank you” she whispered out to him. He hugged her back with a small smile. “Of course now get to work so I can help fix it” nodding her head fast she started to write away. Not much longer the bell rang dismissing the class for next period. “Met me by the lunch room for lunch,” Schlatt told y/n. “Yes sir” she said, saluting while starting to walk away. Getting to her next class period math she sat in her seat. Soon a girl walked up to her. “What with you and Johnathan I saw the whole thing happen during last period” the girl slamming her hands down on the desk. “Ummm he…he got forced to help me on my assignment” the girl scoffed “yeah right just so you know Johnathan is mine you hear me only cheerleaders and jocks are meant to be together not retards with jocks.” Soon the teacher walked in making the girl leave to go sit down. This made y/n very upset because she is allowed to talk to anyone plus she's smart maybe. Her thoughts start to run wild. And start to make her sad realizing she isn't actually that smart. She's barely passing math. Failing English extremely. And don't get her started on science passing by a hair with a D-. The only classes she was good at were culinary and drawing. History was kinda okay with a C. Man, maybe the girl was right.

Lunch came and y/n was so hesitant to go meet schlatt in the lunchroom. Maybe she would just lie if he asked where she was. But then again she might die but missing because he can get very pissy about things. So she went even if something bad will happen to her as long as Schlatt wasn't mad at her. Making it there she sees him standing waiting. It wasn't hard to miss him; he was a Giant for only being 17. He saw y/n walking up. “Alright let's get lunch” he said, starting to walk away. “Ummm I think I'll pass today, I'm not that hungry” y/n spoke out. Schlatt raised his eyebrow. “I know for a fact you didn't eat breakfast so you gotta eat something now” he said.”no really I'm okay” he looked her dead in the eyes he could see she was lying. “You're lying, why won't you eat?” he asked. “Man you're too good at reading me fine. I don't have money so I only eat dinner because that's all we can afford alright "Schlatt raised his eyebrow. “I'll just pay”

“NO, please You've already did plenty for me. Plus I need to lose some weight so it just helps” Schlatt grabbed her arm and dragged her to the lunch line, placing her in front of him. He kept his hands on her shoulders so she wanted to leave. “Your eating I've if I have to force it down your throat”

Once they got up to the register Schlatt paid for both meals to y/n dismay. Walking out with their food y/n soon notice the girl from math class staring her down. Feeling scared she hid behind Schlatt following him to a group of people. “What up bitchs” schlatt yelled out to the group. “Sit” he told y/n. Y/n sat down next to him eating her meal quietly until someone said something to her. “The names Ted what's yours” y/n looked over to see a boy with glasses on holding his hand out. “Umm… y/n” she said in a whisper, scared to talk to someone she doesn't know.

“Nice to meet you, welcome to the group” Ted announced. Now the whole group was looking at y/n she started to get super scared so she shoved her face to the closing thing and it so happened to be Schlatt’s arm. “So you have been missing because of your new girlfriend that's low” someone said across from her. Y/n slowly peaked out to see who said that. Some kid who was clearly a freshman said it. Before y/n could say anything about the two not being a couple schlatt bet her on it. “And so what” y/n eyes grew wide when he didn't even correct him about them not dating.

Right when he said that a girl from earlier came up to the group. “Heyyy boys so I was wondering if I could speak to you Johnathan” schlatt looked at her up and down. “No” is all he said to her. She looks pissed now. Y/n slowly backed away accidentally running into Ted. Ted leaned down to y/n ear. “You good” turning her head she sees Ted looking down at her. Whispering to Ted “she kinda was really mean to me earlier” Ted stood up almost making y/n fall “hell no. No one is mean to anyone to the group” y/n was shocked by the way he reacted. Schlatt looked so confused by all this. “What the hell is going on” he asked “this bitch try to threaten our girl and I don't stand with that”

“I just met you, what do you mean our girl” y/n spoke confused. Schlatt stood up fast, now pissed. Getting in the girl's face “what did you say to y/n” the harsh tone he used even scared y/n and it wasn't even detected to her. “You little bitch you said shit you're going to pay” soon schlatt cut her off. “Your not going to do anything you hear me I find out and your life is screwed”

The girl just walked away pissed. And now a very confused y/n. Schlatt sat down and continued eating his lunch. So much has happened today y/n doesn't even know how to react to it all. The group went back to their conversation and y/n just sat eating her lunch not knowing what to say in any of the conversations.

The school day is now over and y/n sat in her spot watching the baseball players practice. They had state games starting on Friday. This was y/n favorite part of the day because she got to see Schlatt in his tight uniform. His pants shaped his ass perfectly. Y/n shake her head, getting that thought out of her head. Schlatt had her take a break from working on the English assignment. So she just sat and watched. She didn't even pull her sketchbook out. Earlier conversation popped up in her head. Why didn't Schlatt defend the fact they're not a couple? It confused her so much. This whole day was so strange. Her thoughts got cut off when she heard her name. Looking up schlatt stood there all sweaty drinking from a water bottle. “Sorry wasn't paying attention what you need” schlatt raised his eyebrow in question at her. “Practice is over dummy”

“Oh then let's go” grabbing her bag the walked to the locker room. She sat out side waiting for him to come out. Soon popping out the started to walk to his car. “You have been off since lunch you okay did that bitch say something again” he asked question. Y/n looked up at him. “No not that just lots going on today”

“Yeah but I can read you like a book your very easy to tell that your lying”

“Well when that boy in your friend group said I was your girlfriend you didn't really defend the fact we're not even dating it just confused me”

“What you don't want to date me” schlatt smirked

“NO. I mean yes. I mean, I'm just going to shut up now”

Laughing he put his arm around her shoulders “it's just easier not to fight Tommy he is a small freshman with to much personality sometimes”

“Oh. That makes sense sorry I shouldn't have even thought about it just shocked me that's all”

“We only just started talking like two days ago so give it time maybe I can take you on a date after a while”

Y/n eyes lit up “really?..... I mean cool”

Schlatt laughed again “let's get you home” he opened the passenger door for her. She got in waiting for him to hop in as well. They drove to y/n place before she got out schlatt stopped her. “I'm picking you up again same time got it. Alright see you tomorrow” y/n waved goodbye and walked to her appointment door. He made sure she got in before driving away.

[canirove]

Rice, Rice, baby | Chapter 30

Author's note: A bit of a filler chapter after what happened on the previous one and what will happen on the next one 👀

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“Did your mum already leave?” 

“Yep” Declan says, sitting in bed next to me. “She left us dinner and said that will come back tomorrow so you aren't alone while I'm at training.”

“I can be on my own for a few hours, you know? I'll be ok. And I'm sure she has more things to do.”

“She said that you would say that, and asked me to tell you that she needs to run a few errands that you can do together so you get a bit of fresh air and movement, and that then she will make lunch for all of us, that my dad is coming over after work.” 

“She has planned it all, hasn't she?” I chuckle.

“That's my mum” he smiles. 

“I don't know how I am going to thank you all for everything you've been doing for me since…”

Since my dad kicked me out of our house. It has been a couple of weeks since the car accident and our argument at the hospital, and nothing has improved. It has only gotten worse, to be honest.

The day I was discharged, my mum called me to tell me that I could stop by and pick up everything I may be needing, like clothes, my toiletries or my beloved pillow, that my dad wasn't going to be at home because Alex's dad had taken him away on a “boys trip” after making a huge scene at work. He had apparently had a big argument with Madders, Micky and Olga, shouting at them and telling them that if they actually were my friends or my big brother as James liked saying, they would have never allowed me to be anywhere near Declan, and definitely not let me get pregnant with his child. He had said all that in front of basically the whole team and part of the staff, so now everyone knew the truth. But according to Olga and Madders, people weren't gossiping too much about it, and most of them actually were glad about Declan being the father. Turns out that Alex wasn't as popular as I thought among our co-workers, and they had always liked the way Declan treated them all when he had stayed there with the national team. 

Once I had all my stuff, I moved to Declan's house, his mum basically treating me like a princess. The day I arrived she already had a room ready for me next to the nursery, and every day she comes over to help me finish decorate it and add cute bits or things that could be useful, to cook for us or mostly for me, to make sure I am ok and ask me to share with her all the doubts I may be having about the baby and what is coming, and basically to make me company while Declan is away. She has even started to teach me how to knit and we are making a pair of socks for the little man. She has become a second mother to me. 

My mum has come over a couple of times too, one of them to meet Declan's parents, and every single day she calls me at least twice to ask me about my day and how I am. Sometimes during those calls Declan is with me and they get to a chat a bit, getting to know each other. And maybe it's the hormones, maybe it is me wanting it to be true, but I think she already loves him almost as much as I do. Almost. 

“Liv, you don't have to thank any of us for all this. Like my mum has told you many times already, you now are part of our family. Both of you are” Declan says, caressing my bump.

“I can't wait to meet him” I say, resting my hand on his and focusing on that to not start crying.

“Same” he smiles. “And before I forget” he says, moving to pick the bag he had left on the bedside table. “This is for you. Well, it actually is for him, but hopefully it will cheer you up too.”

“Is it a present?”

“Something like that. Open it.”

“Ok” I say, slowly inspecting the inside of the bag. “A teddy bear?”

“It isn't just a teddy bear. It is mine.”

“What?”

“That's the teddy my brothers chose for me before I was born, it was their present. They took it to the hospital when they first met me, and since that day I apparently lived glued to it.”

“It doesn't look that worn off, tho.”

“It actually looked a bit gross, but I took him to a shop that repairs toys. I wanted it to look good for the little man but still like the teddy I loved so much as a kid. I want him to love him as much as I did.”

“Aww, Declan. That's lovely. Does he have a name?” I ask.

“Mr. Poo.”

“Like Winnie the Pooh?”

“That's what my mum told everyone, but when my brothers named him, there was no h.”

“Oh… I see” I laugh.

“Kids” he shrugs. “We can change his name if you don't like it.”

“No, no. This is Mr. Poo” I say, caressing the teddy bear. “But if someone asks, we will say the same as your mum.”

“Ok” he chuckles. “Do you like it?”

“I love it, Declan. This is the best present I've received so far. I know it is for the baby, but… It is so special.”

“I'm glad you like it” he smiles. “Has it cheered you up?”

“It has, yes. Thank you” I say before hugging him.

“You're welcome, Liv” Declan says while hugging me back. A hug that ends with both of us laying in my bed, his arm around my waist (or what's left of it) while I cuddle Mr. Poo and take one of the many naps I take through the day. One where, according to what Declan tells me when I wake up, I was sleeping with a smile on my face.

“That's the power of Mr. Poo” he says. “He always makes you dream of good things.”

[silent-raven13]

It's Over!

"Fine, you know what! I'm done, Miles!" Hobie shouted at Miles on the roof top of a building in some New York City in another world on a mission with their Spider Band plus Miguel, Jess and Ben. They were fighting off three anomalies, some how the couple started to have a very heated argument. They took off their mask feeling the heat of their anger causing them to sweat.

"That's it Hobie! It's so fucking over. I'm done with you! I don't want this anymore." Miles practically in tears. Hurtful words were said, painfully regrettable words that felt like knives stabbing through their skin. Their anger took them over the edge instead of talking it out.

Well, it's not like this relationship was working for a while. Miles wipes his tears off knowing this was for the best. "I'm tired Hobie! I'm tired of trying an-and always waiting for you to fucking step up and be my man! I'm done. I don't want this anymore. It's not fair to me." He wipes his salty burning tears feeling the snot of his nose coming down on his upper lip. He sniffs to prevent it from touching his lips.

"Fine. I don't need this! I never wanted this! I just wanted us to have fun, this wasn't supposed to be serious!" Hobie shouted back feeling upset at himself and the way things are being left. He couldn't blamed Miles, the twenty year old wanted their relationship to be serious, more personal and he couldn't do that. He didn't want to risk heartbreak so, it's best to self destruct before things got to deep.

"MILES! HOBIE!" Miguel shouted over them as he claw one anomaly down while Jess caught it with a net. "Get your head in the game! We're on-" Miles snaps at Miguel, "SHUT THE FUCK UP! CAN'T YOU SEE WE'RE DEALING WITH SOME FUCKING SHIT! FOR ONCE NO PUEDES SER UN IDIOTA CONTROLADOR!"

Miguel blinks in surprised at Miles' loud out burst, he said nothing having to study the boy's face. He's hurting... Hobie merely sucked his teeth, "Pfft, there's nothing else to say, mate. It's fucking over. Whatever," Hobie began walking away to the edge of the building to jump off and help Gwen, "Anyway, see ya later, mate. Hopefully, we can stay friends." He jumps off the building to avoid the hurtful pain of Miles' face. This was hurting him too, he's just good at hiding it. He could only hear Miles' softly crying.

The twenty year old Spiderman stood unsure what to do! He felt so humiliated, so broken that he began breathing in an uneven pattern. "Morales..." Miguel's voice sounding concerned as he placed a hand on his shoulder, "Está bien. Desahogate."

The warm touched only made it worst the young hero. "I'm sorry." He softly cries, having to rub his arm needing to calm his nerves and pain. His heart broken into pieces, for the a man he thought would at least try to love him. He didn't want to embarrass himself anymore, quickly running off into an open portal to leave. Go anywhere but here. He needed air.

"Miles, esperarte!" Hearing Miguel's voice behind him before the portal closed. He didn't need this right now.

~6 months later~

The tall black fit male got off a messy bed feeling a bit hungover, but not too much. He hears a soft snoring, then scowls as his hand rub his head feeling his hair strands coming out his braids. He sighs being a bit annoyed by his braids already messy because of his last night with his on and off fuck buddy.

"Hey, man. Wake up!" He's voice a bit hoarse from waking up, he tapped on his taller lover's back. "Hey yo! Not gonna ask again! Wake the fuck up, man!" This time he roughly shove his lover to wake up.

"Huh! Ugh, what?" The punker snap out of his drunken sleep feeling a slight headache around his temples, "Ugh, what time is it?"

"It's fucking eight in the morning, asshole." His lover snorted, "Come on, get up. You gotta go. I got shit to do."

"Pfft, you kicking' me out?" Hobie chuckles as he sat up to find Miles 42 putting on his boxers. "Ain't that lovely?"

"Whatever, man. You and I, both know this is all just to relieve stress. Nothing more." Miles 42 quickly grab his shirt to cover his chest, they were covered in hickeys. "Tsk, man! I told you to not fucking give me hickeys! Shit looks ugly."

"Does it matter?" Hobie asked as he sit up from the bed to turn to his side to reveal the deep scratches on his back. "I told you not to fucking scratch me, and lookie here?"

Miles 42 blushes for the moment then scoffs. "Pfft, whatever. You fucking deserve it the way you were licking my asshole." He stood over Hobie with his eyes narrowed, and lips puckered, "Shouldn't you go be Spiderman somewhere?"

"Nah! I'm fine. I'ma sleep a bit more then leave. You get going wherever you need to be at." Hobie yawns again before going back to sleep.

Miles 42 snorted, "Whatever, man. I'ma go get dressed and leave. Don't fucking take my joints! Last time, you left me with nothing!"

"I won't, luv." He lowly chuckles hearing Miles 42 walking out of the room to go to the bathroom.

Yeah, it was like this after his terrible break up with Miles. His Sunflower refused to look at him after that day. Hobie wanted to fix things after his anger... his terrible insults were washed over with panic and guilt.

In the end, the two had officially broken it off, his Miles had finally put his foot down, refusing to get back together. It's fair. Miles deserve someone better, Hobie knew this. He knew he couldn't be the man Miles wanted. Yet, fuck it still hurts.

It hurts so much to know his Sunflower avoided him no whatever what. If they were to stumble in the hallway back at HQ, the twenty one year old would quickly pass him by or turn the other way. At hang outs, Miles would cancelled or tell Gwen he won't go. It's fair.

Even on missions, Miles decided to separate himself from the Spider Band just to avoid the punker. "That hurt." He thought feeling his heart breaks. His Sunflower did whatever it takes to not be so involved with their friends group to avoid him. It's understandable, after all Hobie knew them longer.

Still their friends would awkwardly try to avoid bringing up Miles, so they would have a good time. Hobie still felt he lost part of his soulmate. He felt lonelier than before. "Fuck." He snuggle in his pillow smelling Miles 42 scent, hell they don't even have the same scent.

Miles 42 is drastically different from his Sunflower, however after a couple of drinks, that Miles becomes his Miles. The similarity in their faces is enough for him to sleep with him. It's easy to slow the pain with false fantasy.

Hobie slept for a bit more until his watch started beeping. "Ugh, looks like I'm needed." He got up just to get the day over with it. Putting on his clothes, and grabbing his treasured guitar on his back, he tapped his watch making a portal open.

-At Spidey Headquarters-

Hobie walks through the portal to find Gwen and Pav talking to Miles... his Miles. The young turned twenty one during their long six months of avoiding the punker, and looks so damn good.

Miles 1610 stood wearing a more high tech Spiderman suit with the same black and red color scheme, but with silver webbing designs around the sides and had a red V under his Spider logo. He's not wearing his mask showing his face glowing better than ever! His haircut changed from his densely afro cute to a high-top dreadlock fade. This is a new switch.

Hobie squint his eyes noticing Miles ended up with a septum nose piercing that is gold with a small gem on it. His left eyebrow have two slits. He did some sort of change through their silence.

"Oh hey, Hobie." Pav spotted him to say hello.

Gwen turns to him with a smile, he didn't care for it. He wanted to see Miles reaction, he thought he would avoid him. Instead, Miles turns to him with a soft smile and small wave.

"Hey, Hobie." He soft said. It melted his heart to hear him again. Those beautiful doe eyes that shine like precious Topaz, those full pouty lips begging for a kiss, and radiant glow on his freckled cheeks. Just seeing him, again brought back feelings he tries to get over with.

"Hey, Sunflower." Hobie finally said in a calm voice.

Miles merely pouted at the nickname and softly said, "You don't have to call me that." Gwen and Pav became unease as they felt this might cause problems.

"Heh, right." That hurts... then Hobie being stubborn as always, "We're friends, so I can still call you, Sunflower."

"I guess." Miles shrugs it off. "I mean, that's fair, man."

"So! What are we standing here?" Pav jumps to wrap his arms around the two's shoulders on each side, "What are we doing here? Didn't Lyla called us for a mission! Come on, the Spider Band back together again!"

"Yeah, I really want to see how that suit works, Miles!" Gwen said happily, "I can't believe Miguel let you wear the first prototype!"

"Miguel?" Hobie thought to himself, "Since when they got close."

Miles chuckles, "Yeah, I had to do a lot of crazy missions to get his approval. I was against Araña, and she really wanted to try it out."

"Ohh, I know she must be pissed." Pav giggles as the gang walk to Miguel's office.

Hobie merely stayed quiet as he watches Miles from behind, and his rear. It's looking mighty nice, seems like he's working out more often than before.

During the mission, Hobie had certain speculation that Miguel and Miles had a thing going on. Why? Well, in Miguel's office, the older Spider-man had his eyes on Miles, and would often place his hand on the twenty one year old's nape of his shoulder. It could be for reassurance and the punker's jealousy, but he knowns the signs.

He saw the way Miles gave Miguel a small smile with a nod then the leader would go back explaining about the mission's plan. When the gang was about to leave into the portal, Miguel stop Miles and asked something. Hobie couldn't catch it, he already went into the other world, then Miles follow.

During the mission, Hobie worked with Gwen and casually asked if anything was going on with Miles and Miguel. Gwen burst out laughing and scoff with "Your jealous, Hobie. Come on, them two? That's crazy!" She too didn't believe in them being together.

Hobie on the other hand knows they are. He can tell the way Miguel care for Miles, the small touches, and always asking if he's okay. It's not that hard to miss. His heart aches when he sees his Sunflower smiling brightly whenever Miguel comes to him, that smile use to belong to him, him only. To be admire and cherished by the punker.

"Shit." There goes those feelings again. He could feel anxiety and panic spiking in him, the regrets he did in their relationship. Now, all chances are gone and his Miles is running towards another man's arm- not just any man, Miguel's.

That's the worst! Hobie would be slightly fine with anyone- Hell even Ben would be okay on his book, but MIGUEL? Something about that controlling are made his blood boil, now it's worst when it's his Miles, his soul mate being in that man's arms. It irks him to the core. No, he needs to talk to Miles, there has to be a way to fix this. He didn't want this.

After their successful mission, the Spider gang decided to have lunch as a way to celebrate. Hobie saw Gwen and Pav heading to the cafeteria, but the punker stood behind to see Miguel taking Miles' hand back and softly asked, "Estás bien, Morales?" He hide behind the doorway to listen to them.

"Sí, Miguel. I'm fine." Miles nodded with a slight chuckles, as he felt Miguel's hand on his waist then on his shoulders.

"How's the suit? Lyla said it started to malfunction around your sides?" He asked softly.

"Yeah, I think it's not good at absorbing my energy... I think I got bruises? If it's okay. I can come back after lunch? Quieres que te traiga algo? Puedo conseguirte empanada y refresco."

"Sí, por favor," Miguel said with a soft kind smile that Hobie never seen before, "Take your time. I know you want to be with your friends." His hand gently caressing Miles' right shoulder.

Hobie clenched his fist in anger. So that's it. Miles is with Miguel. He quickly walk in the cafeteria being so upset. "Whoa, what's with you?" Gwen said, having to order McDonalds.

"Nothing..." Hobie mutters.

Sooner Miles came to order some food for him and Miguel. He looked chipper, "Miles, are you gonna join us?" Pav asked while he eats his lunch.

"A little bit. I promise Miguel to get his lunch." Miles said holding a bag of their take out. "I don't want him to eat alone."

Hobie slams his drink on the table, "So, is this what your doing now, Miles?"

Gwen and Pav quickly turns their heads being in shock by their friend. Miles didn't show any emotions, just a frown. "What are you talking about, man?" He asked in a serious tone, this time they could see anger building up.

"You and Miguel or you think I'm a dimwit, eh?" He began as he sat up from his seat, "I saw the way you two look at each other- by the way, fucking pathetic for an old man like him to be with someone that could be his child's age!"

"HOBIE!" Pav hissed in shock. Some of the spider-heroes listened on the drama around them. "Dude we're in public!"

Gwen scowls, "Dude, that's not okay! Stop it. I told you, him and Miles aren't a thing."

"No, let him think that! Because he always did when we dated, but that's what cheaters do huh! They blame everyone else but themselves." Miles snaps at his ex-boyfriend. "You think I didn't know about you and Miles 42?"

That caught the punker off guard. "Nothing happened." He lied.

"Oh please, I know you and him had it going on! Not to mention, you slept around with whatever groupies you got with. So put those insecurities to rest! I'm trying to be a team player now." Miles fumes, "You know, what I'm not dealing with this. Talk to me when you got nothing to say about me and Miguel."

"No. No! You don't get to leave and go to him!" Hobie slam his hands on the table causing a scene then getting up to face Miles, "You knew, I despised that bloke and there you go running to him! Why? I always knew you would go to him!"

"No, you used that as an excuse to cheat on me! It's not my fault you weren't ready to in a serious relationship!"

"I told you before that I never believe in them! You think loving you would be enough!" Hobie shouted out loud.

"YES!" Miles shouted back causing the two to stare with their eyes widen. Then his voice went soft almost hurt, "I loved you, Hobie. And maybe it was stupid of me to hope you would see that and give us a chance... but I was wrong."

Hobie stood with his hand clenching into a fist. "It is stupid of you to think that." He finally said in a low voice, he could've been honest right here. Confesses his love, admit to him that he wanted to be with him, but no. He couldn't. He didn't deserve Miles... after all the pain they went through.

No, he needs to end it. He can't risk another painful heartbreak, and disappointment like his crap life always treated him.

"I never loved you enough." Lies.

Miles stood with wide eyes. Pav cover his mouth with a small gasp.

"I never wanted us to be together." Another lie.

Miles eyes began to water. Gwen quickly went over to hug Miles, she glared at Hobie. "That's enough, Hobie!"

"I always thought what we had was an open relationship. All fun, nothing serious..." Another painful lie, he just need to cut the rope.

"Hobie, no! You loved Miles!" Pav said as he got up to comfort Miles, the young Spiderman already having tears running down his cheek.

"No, I never did! All that was lies... I just wanted to have fun." Hobie casually shrugs.

His friend glaring at him, while Miles weeps in their arms. This hurts way too much. He knows what he did can never be forgiven, his heart is shattering too. Then he felt a strong hand on his shoulder, "Hey," knowing that damn voice anywhere, Hobie turns over his left shoulder to find Miguel standing behind him looking very pissed up, "that's enough, Brown."

"Tsk, whatever." Hobie scowls at him, "I bet you like him like this, because you can take advantage of the lad."

Miguel said, "Don't you think you done enough?" His hand from Hobie's shoulder left to aim at a crying Miles, "Does that make you feel any better? Eres una persona terrible si así lo crees."

Hobie shrugs before taking his leave, "You can have him! I'm done. I don't care no more. He's always looking at you than me, so does it matter?"

No, they were lies. Miles loved Hobie more than anything in the world. He was one of the most loyalest and faithful partners, he had ever had.

In the end, Hobie left his friends, Miles and Miguel without another word. Miguel went over to check on the twenty one year old to see if he was okay.

"Hey, it's okay, kid." Miles hugs the leader of Spider Society for comfort, feeling so broken. It wasn't supposed to happen this way, he thought they could find a way to deal with each other.

Miguel's hand gently stroke Miles' back seeing how Gwen and Pav were looking at them a bit rather odd. No surprised, Miguel was never a gentle Spiderman like Peter.

Well, all the matters is that Miles is okay. That's his main concerned at this moment. "Look, let's go eat lunch in my office and you can talk to me about," His voice low for Miles to hear.

"Okay." Miles wipes his tears feeling embarrassed. He turned to his friends, "I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay." Gwen looks at Miguel, "Can we join?"

"Yeah, it's fine." Miguel said, "He needs people close to him." He just wanted the kid to be alright. Heartbreak is never easy, he will be honest about that.

Hobie came back into Miles 42's apartment drunk and tired. "Man, what the fuck are you doing in here?" Miles 24 scowled.

"Shut up, and kiss me." He slurred his words, "I had a shitty day."

"Pfft, since when you don't, man!" Miles 42 rolled his eyes then went over to roughly kiss Hobie, he felt his hands trying to pull down his jeans. "Hey, chill! Your drunk."

"Pfft, so! I need you right now! Shit..." Hobie touches his cheeks feeling his own tears coming down his face, "Fuck... I just saw my ex with that arse."

"Miguel? The big guy? Really, those two- damn." Miles 42 nodded knowing the large guy is pretty handsome, then saw Hobie looking down. "Ugh, come here, dumbass. This shit will go away." Being a softy, he made Hobie sleep on his bed.

"Thanks, luv. You really get me." Hobie mutters as he felt Miles 42's hand on his cheek.

"Pfft, I'm only doing this so you won't throw up on my shit!" He said out loud, then saw Hobie sleeping away. Man, this turns out to be one big mess.

Hobie merely mutters, "Sunflower..."

"I'm not him." Miles 42 rolled his eyes then leaves over to kiss Hobie's cheek. Fuck it, let's pretend for now.

(What do we think? Pure heartbreak)

(Part 2)

[themultifandomgal]

Matt Casey- Fight For Us Pt1 (rewritten)

YN and Matt have been married now for 5 years. They have a little girl together who is the spitting image of YN, but has her dads mannerisms . They love one another, they truly do, but after their best friend Andy Darden died they drifted apart. YN Andy and Severide all went to school together. They've known each other since kindergarten and been best friends since. Matt really struggled with the loss of his Andy, blamed himself for his death, your best friends death, which led to pushing his wife away.

Things have been getting better for the pair and for the first time in 2 months they are finally in a good place again. Of course they're both still dealing with the loss of one of their best friends but they know that together they will get through it.

"I wish you and Kelly would sort out what's going on between you both" I sigh washing up the breakfast bowels while mine and Matts 5 year old daughter is getting ready for school

"Yeah well he's blaming me for Andy's death"

"I know and I'll speak with him, but we were best friends. All wanted to go through the academy together. If it wasn't for my asthma I wouldn't be a paramedic"

"The best paramedic" I pass the bowels to Matt to dry and raise my eyebrows

"Dont change the subject. Look all I'm saying is Kelly is angry, upset, hell we all are, but he needs to blame someone and if it's not you it will be himself. At least you can take it"

"Momma I'm ready" Ella calls from the hallway

"I'm coming" I call back "I'll drop Ella off at school. I'll see you in a bit" I peck Matt on the lips and turn to move, but before I can get to our daughter he pulls me back to him

"We're good aren't we?" he asks looking into my eyes

"Course we are" I give him another kiss then leave the house with Ella.

Almost immediately after I arrive at the firehouse we're on a call, a huge car accident has happened. I run over to one car where there's a little girl inside just a little older than Ella

"Hi sweetie I'm YN. Can you tell me your name?" I ask

"Madeline"

"Ok, listen, Madeline, I want you to see if you can

turn your head toward me" the little girl does as I ask. She has a huge gash on the side of her head. Once the mom is out I jump into the car through the drivers side "hey, your going to be ok"

"It's dumping gas" mouch shouts as the car in front starts to flam. Madeline starts to whimper

"We're ok. Look my partners coming now to help me get you out" Leslie opens up the door and starts to move the little girl out

"Wait. Her jugular" I take out my stethoscope "Muffled heart sounds.It's Becks triad" I give Leslie a worried look as she picks Madeline up

"Come on, sweetie" Leslie puts Madeline in the back of the ambo. I jump in with her while Leslie shuts the doors and speeds towards Med.

Thankfully we get her to the hospital in time.

"Was the little girl ok?" Ella asks

"Yes luckily she was"

"My momma and daddy are superhero's" this makes me chuckle. I glance at her in the mirror, she's sat in her car seat swinging her feet with a huge smile on her face. I pull up the the fire house when Ella asks "will grandpa be here?"

"Yes angel he will" I reply turning the car off and jumping out. I open up the car door and help her out of her seat

"And daddy?"

"Yes and daddy and uncle Kelly"

"Daddy and uncle Kelly don't like each other any more. Why?" Ella asks taking my hand in hers as we walk past the trucks

"They do like each other, it's just their jobs make it a little harder to be friends. Remember Kelly was my best friend before I met daddy"

"And uncle Andy" she stops and points to a picture we now have up of him. I lift her up into my arms

"Yes and uncle Andy"

"I miss him momma"

"I know, so do I. And. So does uncle Kelly and daddy. Which is why they are having a little argument now" I place a kiss on her forehead when I hear a familiar voice

"YN you best hurry up, Casey's cooking" Severide says smiling with hands on his hips

"Uncle Kelly!" Ella practically jumps out of my arms and into her godfathers arms

"You hungry little one?"

"Yes! Momma can we have some food?"

"Yes angle. Course we can" I follow behind Severide and see Matt behind the kitchen counters. Dad, also known as chief Boden gets up from the table and walks over to me giving me a hug "hi dad"

"I'll bring a plate over for you and one for Ella" Matt says to me grabbing 3 plates. Severide places Ella down and she runs holding my dads hands to sit next to him. I then watch the awkward interaction between Severide and my husband. Not only is Matt blaming himself for Andy's death, but so is my best friend. I look over at my dad for some guidance, but he just sighs and gives me a small smile

"I bet uncle Andy would have wanted us to all be friends" the room falls silent. Trust the child to make everyone uncomfortable. I watch as Severide takes an orange and walk out of the room "momma did I upset uncle Kelly"

"No angel. He'll be ok"

Later that evening were called out during the night to a building fire. Matt and Herrmann both are knocked out during their search but thankfully Kelly manages to get them both out with the help of the others. So the rest of our shift was spent in the emergency room waiting to hear how Herrmann is doing since he was worse off.

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Nathalie is in denial, all like "I just have a deep admiration for Gabriel's drive to rescue Emilie, but it's not romantic" and uses formal distance (like calling him "sir") to maintain that.

Meanwhile, Gabriel is over here like "I am head over heels but she only sees me as a friend oh woe is me", using her formal distance as proof that she doesn't love him.

Adrien drops the "mom" word on Nathalie and she goes into an entire crisis, and lands at "good lord I am smitten".

Nathalie tries to test the waters, and foregoes the "sir" once. Gabriel very much notices and mentally screams, but his resting scowl makes Nathalie think "oh no he don't like that"

Nathalie waits a few days, before giving Gabriel her resignation. "What! Why?" "I'll get in the way of the goal." They get into an argument, and it ends with Natalie shouting "Because I'm in love with you!" which shuts Gabriel up real quick. Nathalie's all like "and it conflicts with your goal; I'll only impede you" and Nathalie's rant is stopped by Gabriel's "I'm in love with you, too."

long story short they are very in love. keep doing what you're doing. you're doing the entire gabenath fandom the biggest service. you're amazing

Another Gabenath Fanfiction

Note: I just wanna start off by saying I absolutely love this idea and thank you for the kind words and the suggestion! ❤️❤️ ❤️

Also I want to apologize for how long this took me. This was originally going to be released in full, but I realized the story was becoming a little too lengthy so I decided to release this in chapter increments instead. So there will be more chapters continuing on from this one!

Rated: T

Warnings: minor language

Word Count: 1,624

Title: Admiration in Disguise

Chapter One

“I really am sorry sir,” Nathalie’s voice was hoarse, her chest filled with sappy fluid. Gabriel sat at her bedside, his brows creased in what seemed to be a permanent worried line. 

“Don’t apologize Nathalie,” he murmured, his eyes downcast, “It is I who should be apologizing to you.” 

Nathalie frowned, though she couldn’t find the strength to protest. Their most recent battle against Ladybug and Chat Noir had not been the least bit fruitful. Their plan seemed to misfire at every turn and it was all Nathalie’s doing. If she wasn’t so effortlessly fragile then their chances of defeating the elusive bug and her pesky cat would be much more promising. 

“Here. Drink,” Gabriel held out a glass to Nathalie, pulling her from her thoughts. His grip on the cup was firm, unlike her own, which seemed to only tremble. 

The condensation of the cup felt cool against the tip of her lips, water sprouting on her tongue, though some tiny droplets did manage to slide down her chin. In a moment Gabriel had a cloth ready to capture the excess moisture. Nathalie observed him carefully, as his fingers and the cloth shrouded around the sides of her face.

“Sorry,” she choked out once more. 

Gabriel chuckled, though it held no amount of humor.

“Look at yourself, Nathalie. Look at what I’ve done to you.” 

Nathalie’s expression softened, “Sir—” 

Gabriel raised a hand, qwelling her words, “I’ve been selfish, Nath. Your sickness has only been intensifying and I can’t help but blame myself.” 

Nathalie grimaced, slowly inching herself closer to Gabriel, the duvet the only thing separating  them. Gabriel took Nathalie’s hands in his own, his chest seizing at the feeling of the coolness in her fingers. 

“This isn’t your fault sir. I’m fully aware of the risks I’m taking. You know I want nothing more than to help you,” Nathalie assured, her voice full of sincerity. She squeezed Gabriel’s hands, though her muscles were numb. 

Gabriel stared at her, his blue eyes reflecting into her own, “I appreciate that, but I can’t keep putting you through this. I’m practically killing you.” 

“You’re not—-” as if summoned, her ailment made its presence known, as one of her coughing fits started up again. 

“Nathalie!” Gabriel shrilled, his urgent concern dripping like sap from a tree as he rested his hands upon her shoulders, his fingers pressing into her back. 

After what felt close to a millennium, Nathalie’s coughing spell ceased, though she was left gasping for air. 

“You see Nathalie. This is exactly what I’m talking about,” he murmured gravely, taking a lock of her scarlet red streaks, pushing it neatly behind her ear. Nathalie’s eyes widened at the feeling of Gabriel’s hand on her cheek, his skin akin to a gentle inferno. 

“I promise you that I am perfectly alright sir.” Nathalie breathed, “You can’t let your concern for me distract you from your goal — from Emilie.” 

Gabriel sighed, his expression contorting, “Emilie wouldn’t want you to suffer like this.”

Nathalie huffed, a wave of exasperation igniting in her core, “But what about Adrien sir? He needs his mother—” 

“What Adrien needs is stability. He’s already suffered the burden of losing his mother; we cannot let him lose you too,” Gabriel said, his determination unwavering accompanied by his steely gaze. 

Adrien. 

Just the mere thought of the young boy’s name consumed Nathalie with an unmatched guilt. She would never want to do anything that would cause the boy harm. Nathalie sucked in a breath, her expression solemn. 

“You are his family and this family will always come first,” Gabriel affirmed, dropping two capsules of cough-drop pills into Nathalie’s palm. The pills  seemed to carry a weight to them or perhaps that was just Nathalie’s perception of them compared  to Gabriel’s hand, which felt light and smooth. Gabriel held up the glass of water to Nathalie’s lips again as she swallowed the pills, her eyes closing as she did so. 

“Thank you sir.” 

“No, thank you Nathalie,” Gabriel said earnestly, his hand tucking underneath her chin.

Nathalie observed as Gabriel’s eyes glazed over. He held a look that Nathalie could not put a name to — soft but driven and yet still something hidden underneath. Nathalie could sense how her breathing became thicker, a flutter coiling down into her stomach. 

Gabriel blinked, his focus clearing, “Rest now Nathalie. I’ll have Adrien bring you your dinner.” 

Nathalie couldn’t bring herself to speak, her voice trapped in her throat, “Yes, sir.” 

“Ooh-la-la! Miss Nathalie!”

Nathalie startled, a gasp catching momentarily in her throat as her hand flew to her chest. 

"Duusu!" She scolded, her heart still pulsating from the abrupt scare. 

"Sorry Miss Nathalie!" Duusu singsonged, flying over to hover above her owner’s shoulder.

Nathalie let out a strained chuckled, though it sent a poignant sting revving down her throat. 

“What’s the matter Duusu? Couldn’t find a more creative way to say hello?” Nathalie teased whilst moving to pull her laptop shut. 

Duusu giggled, her voice ringing high like chimes, “What are you working on, Miss Nathalie?” Her curiosity was evident in the way her wide eyes peered inquisitively at the reflection of the computer screen. 

Nathalie’s cheeks flushed with color, a rim of anxiety shooting down her spine. 

“It’s nothing Duusu — just organizing some files.” 

In the next moment, Duusu let out a melodramatic wail, accompanied by vigorous arm flapping. 

“But Miss Nathalie! Mister Gabriel insisted that you rest!” 

Nathalie sighed, realizing that she wasn't going to be able to reason with the little overly persistent kwami, despite the fact that she had been indeed ‘resting’ for she had taken to her work in her bedroom.

“You and I both know how desperately Gabriel needs the miraculous to bring Emilie back and I want nothing more than to help him but… she paused, a wave of dizziness washing over her, a painful reminder of the very thing she was trying so hard to overcome, “my illness is the very thing that is holding him back and I can’t do that, not when his intentions are so pure. I refuse to be his undoing, much less the catalyst in his downfall.” 

Another wail escaped Duusu once more, along with even more intensified arm flailing. 

“But Miss Nathalie! Mister Gabriel doesn’t want you to get sick like Miss Emilie!” 

A tender smile played on Nathalie lips at Duusu’s caring nature, as she extended her cupped hands towards the kwami.

"I'm not Emilie, Duusu. I'm Gabriel's assistant. It's my job to assist him."

"But you're more than that–you’re family! Mister Gabriel said so!" Duusu argued.

"Adrien's family," Nathalie corrected.

Duusu wailed again, "But Mister Gabriel cares about you too!” 

Nathalie huffed, her heartbeat stuttering. She could feel a tiny bead of warmth spread throughout her chest, though that was mostly cloaked by her astonishment at Duusu’s ramifications. 

“I…Well…I am his assistant so I’m sure he cares about me to some extent.” 

Duusu whined, her crests swaying back and forth, “But don’t you care about him too Miss Nathalie?” 

Nathalie’s muscles clenched, that familiar warmth returning to her core, “He’s my boss Duusu so yes, of course I care about him but only in that of a professional capacity.” 

“But—” Duusu started, her entire body convulsing with protest before being abruptly cut off by Nathalie.

“Are you trying to suggest something Duusu?” Nathalie snapped, arms folded. 

She honestly didn't like being this harsh with Duusu, but she didn't like what the kwami was trying to imply either.

"He is my boss and I am his assistant—that is all," Nathalie reiterated with as much conviction as she could.

Duusu stayed silent for a moment, mumbling and buzzing about to herself until she piped up, "But are you sure, Miss Nathalie? I think Mister Gabriel wants to get closer to you. He even told you not to call him 'sir' anymore."

The kwami wasn't wrong. Gabriel had indeed made that request multiple times, and recently he'd urged her to address him by his first name in front of Adrien, which had certainly taken her aback, to say the very least.

Nathalie bit her lip, her hands clanging together, “We’ve known each other for quite some time Duusu but the fact still remains — I am his employee. It would be impolite of me to address him in any other manner."

Duusu giggled, "I don't know Miss Nathalie. I think Mister Gabriel has feelings for you."

Nathalie’s head snapped up, a tingling sense of bewilderment coursing through her veins.

“Enough Duusu!” she hissed sharply. 

Duusu’s laughter halted abruptly, a whimper chiding from her, "I’m sorry Miss Nathalie."

Regret clawed at Nathalie's heart as she watched Duusu sulk away to turn in for the night — her desire to call her back and her desire to hold her ground conflicting. She hadn't meant to hurt Duusu's feelings, but she had to shut the kwami down.

She couldn’t have Duusu going around with such speculations, especially when there was no truth to them. Sure, she cared for the man and did hold quite a deep respect for him, but who wouldn’t? Gabriel’s intentions were beyond the most noble. His ambition and utter devotion to Emilie was remarkable — truly admirable.

Gabriel always put his love for Emilie above all else and Nathalie wished with all her being that she could say the same, for Emilie had once been one of her closest companions. And Gabriel, despite his cold exterior, had a heart of gold — a heart that didn’t deserve the heartbreak it had suffered. 

Nathalie wanted nothing more than to see Gabriel smile again, for his joy evoked something in her, something akin to a euphoric bliss.

Nathalie would ensure Gabriel’s success, even if she died in the process.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I hope everyone enjoyed this first chapter of Admiration in Disguise! I promise I'll have chapter two out as soon as possible! Also, if anyone has any more Gabenath fanfic ideas please don't hesitate to send them my way!