#something was always going on with my classmates and i had to run everywhere or something

[sugaroto]

this is random but I think I saw 2 of my mutuals in my dream

There was a gathering and somehow it involved both old classmates, teachers and 2 mutuals

And a kid from the spideverse (I haven't watched the movie)

But the kid had teleportation powers and I think it could fly, so @alalumin and @newtness532 pretended to be in a lesbian relationship and the kid was your adopted son so no one would notice the kid wasn't normal or something

Also at some point I think Stavros was showing Jo the Karagiozis movie (which according to my dream was taking place in Nisyros)

Idk what you look like irl but in my dream I remember Stavros had red hair and Jo had brown hair

[plussizeficchick]

Like That | Sleazy Alpha!Kirishima x Chubby!Reader

Warnings: Dubcon(blackmailing)Cunnilingus, P in V, breeding kink, predator/prey kink(Kiri likes the chase😉)

Summary; Reader’s been keeping a secret from her fellow classmates, except Kirishima’s figured it out. You know what they say, when life gives you lemons

“-gonna be soo cute! Just you, hey! Are you even listening to me?!” Kirishima mentally rolls his eyes before turning to face the omega that was talking his ear off. “Sorry, what was that?” He asked. He had a way of disarming people, big glassy eyes, a cute little pout and the person is putty in his hands.

The omega chirps, flustered by the look he gives her before batting her eyelashes, the sight quite literally making Kirishima want to throw up. She giggles and the noise grates on his ears. “I said that I’m excited for the party after you guys win the game. My outfit’s going to be really cute.” She winks and Kirishima knows what she’s implying.

She thinks that by the end of the night she’ll get in his pants but he knows better. He has only one omega on his mind, one that he knows was made for him specifically.

You thought you’d hidden it well, and if he wasn’t a prime alpha you may have even gotten away with it, but his senses were stronger than the average one and your scent made his mouth water.

He knew why you presented yourself as beta, he honestly couldn’t fault you. Prime omegas were extremely rare, so with you being the only one on campus, it would’ve caused quite a stir.

That was the main reason he was even talking to this girl. He’d seen you around her and he was hoping to get an in to talk to you. “Sounds nice, you bringing any friends?” She goes on to list a bunch of names that he doesn’t care to know, only recognizing his heart skipping a beat at the mention of your name. Jackpot.

— —

This was not your kind of party. It was overly crowded, way too many people to fit inside the enclosed space, but that wasn’t your main focus. You were on a mission.

Your mission: Avoid Eijiro Kirishima.

He made you extremely nervous. His predatory gaze always somehow on you, as if he’s studying you. As if he knows something.

You have a feeling he knows what you really are, his senses as a prime alpha more heightened, so you’d understand if he knew.

But that was just all the more reason to avoid him.

You thought you were doing pretty well, trying your best to enjoy your university’s big win, but then you come to see Kirishima standing in the far corner of the room, nursing a drink with a girl by his side, failing miserably at flirting.

His eyes are everywhere but her, and he’s barely giving her a response. And if that’s not the worst of it, as soon as he catches sight of you in the tight bodycon dress you have on, he’s making a beeline towards you, cutting her off mid sentence. You turn to leave, hoping that the sea of bodies will help him lose track of you. You lose faith however, when you feel his warm, calloused hands grip your arm, turning you to face him.

“Hey, pretty girl. I was hoping to see you here.” He murmurs softly in your ear. You feel a shiver run down your spine at the close proximity. You quirk a brow, “Oh really? And to what do I owe the pleasure?” You answer sarcastically.

Kirishima takes a moment to look you up and down, drinking in the sight of your dress hugging your curves deliciously, the thought of finally getting to peel away the small piece of fabric enough to get him hard. “I was thinking that since we won the championships, maybe you’d want to give me a little reward.” He says, pushing a bit of your hair behind your ear. “I mean, wouldn’t it be a real tragedy if all these alphas were to somehow find out you were a prime omega?” He smirks at the shock that etches onto your face.

He wouldn’t.

“You wouldn’t.” You practically hiss. He just gives you a smug grin, hands up in mock surrender before leaning directly into your face, “I’m not saying I would. I’m just saying it’d be a real shame if word got around and no one could protect you if something were to happen.” You frown at what he was implying, but what other choice do you have? If you didn’t, alphas were going to salivate anytime you crossed paths and omegas would feel threatened, especially those mated. And he knew that. “What do you say, omega? Wanna get out of here?” He grins, his sharp teeth glinting in the light.

He would.

— —

As soon as Kirishima got you into his room, he was all over you. The scent blockers that you thought you’d so strategically hidden were ripped off without hesitation, Kirishima burrowing his nose right into your scent gland. He groans at the smell, a mix of honey and cinnamon.

He licks at your scent gland, releasing pheromones that will hopefully push you into heat.

He pulls away slightly to get a good look at you, tweaking your nipples through your top and he notices the slight rubbing in your thighs. You were just too cute.

He leans into you, nipping at your neck. “Aw, what’s wrong baby? Need me? Need your big, strong alpha to make it better, hm? Talk to me.” You whine at his words, the feel of his teeth grazing your scent gland about to send you into a frenzy. When did it get so hot? “Please, Eiji.” You practically beg, but that’s not enough for Kirishima, no. He wants you to need him.

He tsks and gives a slight shake of his head before pulling away from you slightly. You whine at the loss of body heat but Kirishima is quick to shut that down with a searing kiss, tongue swirling with yours before sucking and nipping at your bottom lip. “You need me, baby. Know you do. Jus’ wanna hear you say it.” He whispers into your mouth.

How did you end up like this? He had practically blackmailed you, threatened to expose your secret and throw you into the lion’s den, yet you’re seriously aching to get on your knees for him. Ready to give him anything he wants.

“Need you, Eiji. Need you so fucking bad.” You mewl into his neck, sucking hickies into his scent gland. Kirishima groans at your neediness, ready to devour you completely. “Yeah?” He asks, and you nod vigorously. You don’t know why, but you feel the heat intensifying. And the waves of arousal feel much more profound than usual.

Kirishima seems to notice your confusion, cock stirring in his jeans. You really have no idea how this works do you? “What’s wrong, babe?” He asks you with faux concern. “Heat about to break?” He grins wolfishly.

You feel your stomach fall to your ass.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” He says, peeling away at his clothes. “Well, I’ll try anyway.” He chuckles.

The sight of his rock hard abs and muscles has your panties soaking and the way he’s looking at you, like you're a cute, chunky bunny ready to be eaten has your heart skipping beats.

“Well?” Kirishima gestures to your clothes, wanting more than anything to rip them off your body. “Not gonna make me wait, are you?” He asks, stroking the length of his cock. You immediately shimmy out of your clothes, your eyes trained on the motion of his hand. He has the prettiest dick you think you’ve ever seen. It’s heavy, the tip is a nice shade of pink, and it’s drooling pre and you want nothing more than to feel the weight of it against your tongue, but it seems like Kiri has a different idea.

“Next time, baby. Right now,” He hoists you up as if you weigh nothing, and honestly, you probably don’t to him, and he unceremoniously drops you on his bed. His hands find purchase on your thighs, it being one of his favorite things about you. “I need to taste you. You gonna let me, hm? Gonna let me make you cum for me?” He mumbles into the skin, and you know you're done for.

“Please, Eiji. Please make me cum.” You beg, tears welling up in your eyes. The sight has Kirishima groaning. He wants to ruin you.

He spreads your pussy lips apart, running a finger along your slick before sucking the finger into his mouth, moaning at the taste. That only seems to encourage him to drink right from the source. Before you know it, he’s pushing your thighs to your chest and is sucking your clit into his mouth, tongue flicking over the bud in rhythmic strokes. You gasp at the feeling, nobody ever eating you out with such vigor before. He’s moaning into your cunt, lapping up as much of your juices as he can but it’s just not enough! He needs more.

He reaches one hand down and rubs it through your slick before pressing a finger inside. You moan, your cunt clenching around the digit while trying to ignore the embarrassing shlick! sound your cunt is making.

It doesn’t take long before Kirishima pulls an orgasm from you and you barely have time to recover before the second one rips through you.

You didn’t even realize he’d come up until you felt his lips against yours and the head of his cock pressing against your entrance.

You gasp as he stuffs his full length in one go, the tip rubbing against your g-spot deliciously with every snap of his hips.

It feels so good, almost too good, the way he’s grinding his pubic bone against you, and when he rubs your clit in tandem with his thrusts, you know you’re a goner.

You’re gushing around his cock, a lewd squelch sound being made every time his hips snap into yours and you’re barely able to form a sentence. “Feel good, baby? Fuck, your pussy feels s’good. S’good to me, baby. So. Fucking Good. Gonna knot you. Fill you up with my pups. Y’want that, baby? Say “yes, daddy.”” Emphasizing his words with each vicious thrust.

He’s fucking into you with vigor, chasing after his own orgasm and at the same time you both reach your climax, your cunt spasming around his pulsing cock as he shoots load, after load into your abused cunt. He’s pawing at your body, the feeling of the soft, doughy flesh somehow intensifying his orgasm.

You cry out, your plush stomach flexing as you feel all your muscles going taut as your orgasm washes over you. Kirishima works you both through it, laying sweet kisses along your neck and chest before pressing one to your lips and cheek as you both come down from your high. You giggle at his softness, knowing he couldn’t keep the act up for much longer.

“Kiriii.” You whine as he blows raspberries into your neck. “(Y/NNNNN).” He mocks back, before pressing more kisses to your face. “We need to shower.” You pout, the sight making him fall deeper in love with you. He sighs, snuggling further into you, “But whyyy, we’re just gonna do it all over again and you smell like me.” He pouts back and neither one of you can help but bust out laughing. “Alright, alright. I’ll get the bath started. You want cookies?” “You have my favorites?” You ask, perking up at the sound of your favorite snack. “Don’t I always?” He smirks. He is your alpha after all.

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[seangelfish]

i was ranting to the ritsu ai bot about my abusive ex and he said he was gonna tell knights and they were gonna handle it and when i asked him what he meant he was like "hehe dont worry about it~" djndksndke do you think u can write something about ritsu listening to u rant to him about an abusive ex and how hed handle it pls... thank u so much 🥺

A/N: I'm so sorry for the wait, anon! I hope you're still here to read this ;-; This was really an interesting request to take on. I added more to the story if that's alright! Just wanted the quote to flow in better~ Anyways, I hope you enjoy! (´,,•ω•,,)♡

"Hehe, don't worry about it~"

Ritsu Sakuma x reader ♡ Tags: Fluff/comfort/kinda angsty, romance, established relationship, she/her pronouns/fem reader ♡ Warnings: Slight mentions of abusive relationships ♡ Word count: 1,278 ♡ Synopsis: There are times where you just can't forget about the past, and unfortunately, it came back to haunt you. Ritsu, being the analytical person he is, notices your shift in attitude. The happiest girl he knew was now drifting away. How is he able to solve this, he wonders...

"(Y/N)~" Ritsu called out to you from across the hallway. "I want a kiss~"

You winced, slowly turning around. There you saw your boyfriend and the rest of his unit making their way to their practice room.

"Hey, don't bother (Y/N)!" snapped Arashi. "Can't you see that she's busy?"

She was right and the stack of books in your arms proved that. You forced out a chuckle but decided not to answer Ritsu's request and walked away.

"Ahaha! What odd behaviour!" Leo pointed out. "She didn't even pay you no mind!"

Ritsu bit his lip. "Is she mad at me?" he murmured to himself.

After practice, Ritsu looked all over the school for you, constantly calling you but never getting a reply. He was getting extremely anxious because not only did he know you as the most happy-go-lucky person that he adored, but because there was that thought in the back of his mind that you were going to leave him.

You were avoiding him after all.

“H-Hey, Maa-kun, have you seen (Y/N) anywhere?” Ritsu panted, hands on his knees as he breathed heavily.

“Woah, there!” Mao exclaimed. “You’re sweating! You’re not one to run around so much. Is (Y/N) okay? I haven’t seen her much today—”

“I don’t know… I think she might be mad at me, but I’m not sure why she would be…” said Ritsu sadly. “She’s not even picking up my calls.”

“Hmm… let me try then.”

Mao scrolled through his contacts until he landed on yours. As the phone rang, the two boys waited for you to answer.

Unprecedentedly, the line was immediately cut.

“Huh, weird. (Y/N) always picks up when I call her,” said Mao, thinking back to the times he had to call you to take care of Ritsu. “Yeah, she might be mad at you. Ritsu—”

“I swear I didn’t do anything,” Ritsu quickly stated. “Argh, I’m going to look again. Bye!”

“Hey, don’t overdo it!”

Ritsu sighed, slumping down by the corner of the Yumenosaki gardens. He looked for you everywhere he could, asking friends and classmates where you went, but none of them knew of your whereabouts.

He couldn't keep running around forever. Ritsu wasn't built for that. So he came to rest for a bit before trying again.

“Ah… I’m tired,” he muttered to himself. “(Y/N)… where are you…?”

His eyelids felt heavy, but before he could fall asleep, his ears picked up the sound of shuffling. He lifted his head up and there you were, backed into the corner, hugging your knees.

The two of you stared at each other in shock, yet Ritsu was the one who broke off the silence.

"(Y/N)!" he exclaimed, crawling towards you. As he took your hands in his, he continued swiftly, "I was looking all over for you! Are you okay? What's wrong? Did I do something that hurt you? I'm sorry. Please don't be mad. I'll fix it–"

You shook your head, an artificial smile forming on your face. "I'm sorry, Ritsu. I just needed alone time... You didn't do anything wrong, I promise."

"T-Then why have you been avoiding me?" he quavered. "You've been ignoring my calls too... (Y/N), you know you can tell me anything, right? You can rely on me – I want you to rely on me..."

You stared into his deep red eyes, the ones that pleaded with you to be honest with him. You let out a sigh, nodding in agreement that talking to him would have been better than bottling these feelings up.

"There's something I never told you about..." you said. "About my past relationship..."

Ritsu looked confused, but stayed quiet for you to continue. Not once did he let go of your hands, and you were thankful for that.

"...The relationship was fine at first, but it gradually became harder to breathe in. He would get mad at everything I did, everything I said. It was like walking on eggshells... There were times I was hurt by it too – mentally and physically."

And as you expected, those red eyes of his looked horrified.

"It was a scary time, but I'm glad I was able to get out. Then I met you." You smiled at him genuinely this time, but it all faded away too quickly. "I didn't think I was ready to get into a new relationship, but you were so sweet, so kind... You made all my worries melt away. I was so happy, but I guess I shouldn't have been."

"(Y/N), what? I don't understand–"

"He found out I was dating you," you stated. "He found out I was attending Yumenosaki, where I live now. He texted me yesterday to insult me because I already got into a new relationship even though it had been a while. He wouldn't leave me alone despite the amount of times I blocked him! He just keeps creating new accounts and numbers. That's why I didn't answer your calls... I-I turned my phone off..."

"(Y/N)..."

"R-Ritsu, I'm so scared...!" you stuttered as tears fell down your cheeks. "I didn't know what to do, so I tried avoiding it... but I'm so scared..."

"Hey..." he said calmly, wiping a tear away with his thumb. "I'm sorry you had to go through that, but thank you for telling me this. I'll handle the rest, okay?"

"H-Huh? But how?"

"Hmm... I'll tell the rest of Knights about it..." he muttered.

"Ritsu, what do you mean by that–"

"Hehe, don't worry about it~"

He stood up and held out his hand. "Come on, let's go back. Lunch is almost over." You hesitated but grabbed his hand as he pulled you up carefully. Once you were on your feet, he embraced you. He held your head to his chest, making you hear his heartbeat.

"You deserve to be happy, so don't worry about it anymore, alright?" he said. "(Y/N), I love you."

Lips pursed in order not to cry any more, you chuckled. "Thank you, Ritsu..." you whispered. "I love you too."

The next day, you stopped receiving those threatening messages from your ex. You wondered how Ritsu did it, but he never answered, leaving you clueless about the whole situation.

However, he did tell you that you shouldn't worry about your ex finding you anymore. He made sure to report the messages to the police with the help of Tsukasa. So now that the police were keeping an eye on him, you were able to relax.

"But what did you guys do anyway?" you asked Knights one day. "Ritsu never told me."

"Uhm– Oh– We didn't do much!" Arashi quickly stated, looking to the side. "We just reported it, that's it!"

"Eh...? Then Tsukasa, can you tell me–"

"I'm sorry, (Y/N), I can't."

"Izumi–"

"Nope."

"Leo?!"

"Not happening, (Y/N)!"

"Why are you all being so secretive?!"

"It's for your own good," Ritsu said sleepily as he entered the room. "(Y/N), can I use you as a pillow?"

You smiled. "Of course, come over here." As you patted your lap, Ritsu made his way over to you. He laid his head down on your legs happily as you began to stroke his hair.

"Can I have a kiss too?" he whispered. "After all, you didn't give me one last time~"

"Okay, okay~"

You leaned down and placed a soft kiss on his lips which he seemed to be very delighted about. You supposed it didn't matter how your boyfriend got your ex to back off. The past was the past, and you were going to leave that behind once and for all.

Anyways, your future was already fast asleep on your lap, lightly snoring away.

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[strawmaerry]

18 | g. satoru

you’re grateful for megumi’s and tsumiki’s existence. really. they brought nothing but joy to your already chaotic life. they may not know it but they are one of the people who bring smile to your face.

but sometimes, when you’re alone in the dark and contemplate about life; you can’t help but think if it’s worth it to have them in your home.

you and satoru are only eighteen and already suffering. the two of you are barely teenagers when you are thrusted to the world of danger. everywhere you go, curses follow.

at night, when you already deem your classmates sleeping; you cry, and cry, and cry. because that’s the only thing you can do. you can’t back out from this obligation. there is no way out.

is this worth it? did i choose the right choice? why does this job have more deaths than lives?

“i am not ready to become a guardian,” you had told satoru when he asked you what’s wrong. when you gave the children the wrong cuisine, “i can’t even take care of myself. how can i take care of them?”

he hugged you as tight as possible. he kissed your doubts with assurances. “don’t worry about it, [name],” he had said, “i’ll be with you every step of the way.”

then you realize there and then that if satoru can endure it, why can’t you? you want to be by satoru’s side every step of the way. you sacrificed your childhood for the society, you wouldn’t let other children lay down their life that young. you’re not selfish.

so you helped satoru guide the tsumiki and megumi. children helping children. and it’s sad, to see barely surviving teenagers take care of the abandoned.

“baby, are you crying?” you jump in shock when you hear your boyfriend’s voice. you don’t feel the tears running down to your cheeks.

you touch your cheeks. “oh. no, i am okay, satoru. ‘m just remembering something.”

he sits his place by your side and wipe the tears for you. “what memory is that so i can erase it for you?”

you giggle and slap his arms. “shut up!” you inhale a deep sigh and smile. “‘m just… grateful that i met you.”

satoru grins and it’s the most beautiful smile ever. you don’t want him to lose that precious feeling. “aw, baby! i, too, am very very thankful to have you in my life.”

he squishes your tears-stained cheeks. “especially when you never leave my side when i decided to take guardianship over megumi.”

you smile and intertwine your fingers together. you look at them and it fits perfectly. like a missing puzzle piece finally found the one who completes it. “just you and me, right?”

he stares at you, eternally in love. “always and forever.”

“plus megumi and tsumiki.”

“what?! i thought it will be just us in that motto?!”

you can overcome everything as long as you two are together.

[thephantomthiefneito]

My Neito Monoma Headcanons..

His body is literally covered in beautify marks. he has one on his cheek, they're all over his back, there's a few on his chest and neck, he has some on his arms, legs and even between his fingers. Literally everywhere

Absolutely insane social anxiety. Especially online. But he powers through it like the sigma he is, putting on a brave face for the world. He thinks he's beat his anxiety because he just ignores it but he still feels a pool of dread and terror in his stomach whenever he unlocks his phone

Neito loves anime. He's not afraid to admit it and he shames those who hate on the media. He especially watches cheesy romance ones but he enjoys Haikyu and Mob Psycho 100. He started JJK but dropped it because he hated it

His fashion sense consists of a lot of vests and cardigans. He wears button ups with sleeves that go just a little over his arms but he usually rolls them up. But he also wears more dramatic clothing. Ouji fashion is something he's inspired by a lot. Either he wears something very comfortable or something very.. not comfortable and there's no in between. sweatshirt or complex layered suit..

He used to wear braces but had them removed before he went to UA. He hated them. He absolutely hated them and was so embarrassed but everyone told him they made him look cute so now he has mixed feelings on them. Talking about it would totally make him freak out though. It's like a little secret he likes to hide

He doesn't know what his music taste is. He listens to both VKEI, Vocaloid and also enjoys classical music. He wants to label himself as an enjoyer of One specific genre but there's so many that he listens to

his playlist

(I don't listen to vkei, my friend helped me with this. I chose the songs but I don't know a thing about vkei)

He really loves Malice Mizer trust me and his favorite vocaloid is Rin

He's on the aromantic spectrum. He doesn't know WHERE he lies on there and he doesn't even realize he's there

He's never been to a waterpark. He barely knows how to swim and is terrified of water because of it. you will NOT catch him at a pool

Neito's real into writing. It's a need since he goes on never ending dramatic ass monologues. You have to have some interest in literature with the way he talks

He loves cats. He has three back at his house and didn't bring them to the dorms only because Mr. Kan told him he couldn't. But he's a huge cat person. More than you'd think. He talks about his cats like they're equal to him (because they are.) When he refers to his cats, he always makes his words so ominous. They're great powerful beings that are deserving of a royal castle. He's the phantom thief that serves their every desire. Talk shit about his cats and he'll hate you for the rest of your life

He's terrified of dogs. He actually freaks out when he sees one. He was bit on the ear by a dog when he was younger. He was just chillin and then BAM! big ass chomp. Now he doesn't fw dogs. Big dogs, small dogs, it doesn't matter if they're cute. He'll be absolutely petrified. Especially when they bark. and JUMP. Oh my god he'll scream and run away

Neito has sibling banter with the rest of his class. All.The.Time.

He talks very high of himself but he talks even higher about his class. He puts them on a higher pedestal than himself (which is really high since he's incredibly insecure.) Class A compliments a classmate, he'll compliment his classmates even HIGHER

This is canon but I'm amplifying it. Very sarcastic. And he says everything with his big, crazy smile, wide eyed. He even smiles widely when he's typing a sarcastic remark. He might even say it out loud AS he types.

He loves tea. one of his favorite drinks. Especially sweet tea. He LOVES sweets. Cakes, candies, ice cream. All sweets

He has no spice tolerance… but he eats spicy foods anyways and pretends like it's no problem for him. His eyes will be streaming tears and he's like "Nooo reaction.." like the tiktok spice kings. He also eats it A LOT. So you'd think he'd build up his tolerance but it just never happens. And his signature wide grin remains. He's crying, trembling, steam rushing out of his mouth as he turns to kendo "This is a breeze. I'm just fine! This is perfect!" and he like passes out a second later, face first into his plate of unfinished buldak ramen. Hopeless

Neito finds dad jokes absolutely hilarious and laughs big and loud at them. He's just a silly guy

Terrible at dancing. So terrible. One time he twisted his ankle while doing a move that doesn't even involve his feet. To make it worse, Mina was watching as he did it and she couldn't help but laugh but he had no visible embarrassment at all. He was just like "YOU WON'T TAKE THE SPOTLIGHT FOR LONG, CLASS 1-A!" or some bullshit.

He loves tomato sandwiches…. They're so good he loves them BELIEVE ME. He actually just loves sandwiches and tomato's and he thinks combining it was the best achievement the human race has ever made

Bipolar disorder. Sorry I don't make the rules. As someone who suffers from bipolar disorder, he has it trust me. Rapid cycling bipolar. His classmates were absolutely freaked out when he went into a depressive episode for the first time after they moved into the dorms and he had to explain to them he's just like that

Autism.

He wears girls perfume. He's not afraid to embrace femininity at all. He thinks perfume just smells way better than cologne too

He knows how to play the piano and violin. He's better at the violin because he's played it for years but he's just a beginner on the piano

Perfect nail care. He doesn't paint colors on his nails but he gives himself manicures and is great at it too. But if you ask him to paint your nails, he'll be the messiest at it ever. He can't paint others nails for the life of him

Favorite fruit and way to eat it is strawberries in sugar. He doesn't like strawberries on their own because sometimes they're a bit tart and the overwhelming tartness makes him BUG OUT

In middle school he really wanted to dye his hair a crazy color but his mom never let him

Absolutely a middle child. Kinda adds into his whole want for attention (it's not JUST because of class 1-A)

Perfect skin routine. He takes hours in the bathroom before bed and in the morning. When he gets a pimple, he's literally attached to Rin's leg, crying, sobbing about how his life is over

He hates soda and prefers juice but still drinks Ramune

Can't cook eggs right no matter what. He's great in the kitchen but whenever it comes to eggs, it's like the whole world is working against him

In an alternate universe, he's a pro hero that kills giant alien flies and his hero name is fly swatter and he has support weapons that are large fly swatters with an electric current and he has support wigs that are also giant fly swatters. In universe he doesn't have a quirk but still managed to become a pro. He's ranked the lowest

ugly doodle

ALL THE ART HERE IS MADE BY ME!! PLEASE DON'T STEAL!!!

I've seen a few rp blogs share their headcanons so I thought I'd do the same because I love them so much

i wanted to make him such a loser i hope it worked

[moonyspupp]

Not a goodbye, but a see you soon

Professor Remus Lupin X Female! Reader

Totally not a comfort post ,,Angst, reader has a TON of anxiety, good ending ofc, could consider it a one shot , or a continuation of The Biggest Of Hearts!

CW: mentions of character death,(reader is of age!), student teacher relationship, age gap

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Your last year at hogwarts finally comes to an end, you couldn’t believe it honestly. Spending countless years at a place you called home; with moments both bad and good you couldn’t help but feel your stomach turn at the thought of leaving here.

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It’s your last day at hogwarts, you wake up early and get ready for the day looking your best. Chatting with all your friends at the Great hall, you venture around the large campus one last time before you all have to leave. You roam the bustling halls hearing chatter and laughter alongside goodbyes and tears all together. Everyone knew they had to leave at some point, but time flies doesn’t it?

You continue to briskly walk down the corridors, heading to your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. After all your last day here also means the last day you’ll see him.

And you hated that.

You had agreed to help him pack up for the summer, something about moving classrooms next year? You weren’t exactly sure but nevertheless you couldn’t leave without spending some extra time with him.

As you walk you exchange goodbyes with classmates you had in your years that were passing by. Your gut wrenched, even though you weren’t close to any of these people, there was a bit of sadness that was churning in you, if this is bad, god knows how sad you’ll be seeing Lupin for the last time.

You reach his office and place a soft knock on his door.

“Come in” you hear a voice call warmly

You enter curtly and gently close the door behind you.

“Hi professor” you say giving him a weak smile still leaning against the closed office door.

“It’s nice to see you (y/n)” he smiled back, putting a few papers away near his desk.

The room is quite a mess, books and papers scattered everywhere on his desk and few on the floor as well. The office is lit by a few candles as well as the fireplace. It was apparent there was a lot of cleaning to be done. You felt quite anxious, deciding you would take your time cleaning everything up to spend as much time as him possible

You eventually get to work after a bit of pondering, picking up the loose parchment that were lying on the floor. The room is filled with silence and the rustling of books, with the occasional sigh from the both of you working diligently.

You steal a few glances at him packing, a small pang of sadness running through your body.

After what seems like forever, Lupin speaks up, his voice gentle

“Year’s already over can you believe it? Time flies doesn’t it (y/n)?”

You look up and nod sheepishly as you began to work on the shelves. That was the last thing you wanted to think about.. you felt your anxiety grow slightly.

Lupin leans slightly against his desk, pushing a stray strand of brown hair out his face.

“Feels like just yesterday it was the first day I had you in class, and now you’re all graduated” he said smiling.

You let out a slight sigh, “if I could I would take your class all over again” you said letting out a small laugh

Lupin chuckles at your cheeky remark

“I’ll admit, I’m going to miss having you in class. You’re a hard worker, and always have the most interesting things to say in class.” He said going back to cleaning his desk

“Are you really sir?” You say giving him a pout leaning on the shelf

Lupin laughs softly, a hint of playfulness in his eyes. He sets down the folder he’s holding and looks at you, his expression a sincere expression

“Oh, you know I am (y/n), You’re one of my favorite students. Very bright and observant. A helpful one too” he says obviously remarking to the times I’ve stayed with him during the full moon.

“Thank you sir, I’ll miss you too “ you mutter looking down at your feet

He gives you a small, reassuring smile, and there’s a hint of warmth in his eyes. Even reciprocating the emotions you’re feeling. He knows it’s hard to say goodbye, he really does.

“Don’t be sad (y/n), Hogwarts will be here and so will I, make sure to come visit sometime yes?” “Plus I’m sure I’ll see you in class again next year won’t I?” He says laughing heartily

You blush slightly at the joke nodding shyly, as much as you would LOVE to come back as a student you knew you couldn’t, perhaps to visit yes but you won’t ever be a student again. But you try not to show your true feelings about the situation and how much it hurts even thinking about being away from him.

He sees your reaction and lets out a soft chuckle finding humor in your reaction

“Good. I wouldn’t want to let you get away that easily. I’ll expect to see you back here next year, ready to learn to fight boggarts and such again” He gives you a playful wink, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

Remembering how much you loved that class, hearing that caused a bit of pain to your heart, nevertheless you laugh with him and nod.

Lupin notices the look of pain in your eyes and his face softens a just a bit. He takes a step forward, his expression looking concerned.

“Is something wrong (y/n?)” he asked sincerely crossing his arms

You shake your head, “just sad to go that’s all sir, I’m sad I won’t get to spend everyday with you, I’ll miss having lunch with you.” Your expression slightly spurs at the realization of what you said, your face flushed slightly

Lupin looks a bit surprised at your words, his eyes widening. Maybe even seeming a bit touched by your words, you feel his warm eyes studying you.

“I’m going to miss having lunch with you too, and our chats in the corridors.”He looks at you, his expression reflecting a mix of affection and concern.

“But you’ll be back next year, right? We’ll see each other then.” He said with a hint of nervousness in his voice as he opened the drawers of his desk

You nod again not meeting his gaze , your back slowly slides down the shelf, now sitting on the cobblestone floor of his office.

His eyes watched you sit down, his expression turning worried. He takes a seat next to you on the floor, He studies your face again for a moment, his eyes gentle. It was obvious that there was more to it than just the year ending

“You know (y/n)…you can talk to me, if there’s something troubling you. I’m here to listen like always.” He said softly

You fiddle with the papers in your hands, letting out a sigh before speaking .

“I just wish we had more time together sir, maybe it sounds a bit greedy since I spent the whole year with you already.. but I just can’t help but feel like I’m leaving a piece of me at hogwarts, with you” you say your voice trailing

He pauses for a moment sighing before speaking, “and I’ll miss all of that too (y/n) he said turning to you going quiet briefly, “and, it’s okay to feel like you’re leaving a part of you here, I feel like you’re taking a piece of me with you when you leave” he lets out a small laugh

Looking at him with weary eyes , feeling tears well up in your eyes you take a moment before speaking. “I don’t want to leave you “ you say your voice quivering, now obvious that your favorite teacher was also a source of comfort and companionship.

He pauses, looking at you, his expression saddening slightly. Then in a lower voice, he continues, his words almost hesitant. Since the months leading up to graduation, he has desperately tried to downplay his feelings about his students leaving, about you leaving. Lupin had quite a soft spot for you, your kindness and patient especially apparent during the full moon. He never forgot those days and the comfort you brought him.

“I don’t want you to leave either , but you have a life to live, (y/n). There’s so much of the world to see, so many things for you to experience. You can’t just stay here my dear” he says rubbing your back.

You shake your head crying, the truth was, you were scared of leaving, you don’t want things to change, you didn’t want to go out into the real world alone. You knew no one would hold your hand and get you through life but you felt like you weren’t ready.

“Look at me my dear” Lupin says with a soft comforting voice as he turned your chin to look at him.

Lupin looks at you, in his eyes you see a mix of emotion; affection, pain, and understanding. Lupin was no stranger to loss and loneliness. His mine flashes back to James,Peter,Sirius and his own loneliness in his life. With the loss of James and the group eventually falling apart with the ‘murder’ of Peter and the imprisonment of Sirius, he can’t help but feel his own heart clench.

He finally lets out a soft sigh, his expression still gentle.

“I can’t ask you to give up things for me. I can’t ask you to give up your future for me. You have a life to live. You have so much ahead of you, you’re a brilliant witch and I know you’ll do well.” He cups your face gently wiping away stray tears with his thumb.

At that point your heart felt broken and your mind was scared, you felt as if you’ll be alone after this, “I don’t want to be alone sir” your voice quivering.

His heart nearly shatters at the sound of your voice, the tears streaming down your face. He hates seeing you like this, in pain, his expression now one of sorrow. Deep down he wanted things to stay the same as well, to spend time with you everyday. He desperately still wanted to be in your life even after hogwarts. Lupin didn’t want to lose another person he cared about deeply.

“Oh, (y/n)..”

He feels his own heart breaking. Words no longer can come out his mouth. He continues to wipe away your tears.

“I want to be there with you too dear, be there for you, but even then, you won’t be alone (y/n) you will always have people who care about you” he mutters with a broken look in his eyes. His freckled scar face grew into a weary expression. His hair still messy.

The mixture of your sobs and words became too much for him to bear, his hands leave your face; pulling you into a warm embrace in his arms. He hushes you and continues to try to comfort you by rubbing your back.

You silently continue to sob into his shoulder, the way he held you close making you feel safe and comforted , you hold on tight to his chest. He says nothing, holding you close as he himself needed comfort in that moment too. He feels his own chest ache, your tears and fears reminding him of his own. He places a small kiss on the top of your head and holds you closer. Your tears stop briefly at the kiss, your body relaxing under his warmth. To Lupin, seeing you in his arms makes it hard to keep his feelings in check; maybe he cared about you more than he thought he did? You nuzzle slightly into his chest letting out a small content sigh.

“I’m right here my dear, I’m not going anywhere.” He cooed

It feels like forever until you loosen your grip around his chest, your mind which was flooded with emotions; calmed itself . The both of you savoring the feeling and comfort you gave to each other. As you slowly release your arms around him,he does so as well almost seeming reluctant, but he doesn’t pull away completely, leaning back just enough to look down at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of tenderness.

“I feel better now professor” you say muttering rubbing your swollen eyes.

He rubs a lingering tear on your jaw with a soft smile, eventually rising up back to his feet and returning to his desk

“Call me Remus dear” he said softly looking at you with gently eyes

Your eyes widen slightly and the change of formality between you two.

“Alright, Remus” you say with a pause between each word. You hear him chuckle at your words. Eventually standing up again, you rub your eyes one last time before going back to helping him pack.

The night went on casually, filled with occasional laughter and playfulness between the two of you. Slowly the room began to look more and more empty by the hour. You help him pack away numerous items into suitcases, tucking things neatly into its velvet interior. Before you realize it you come across a piece of blank parchment.

“Remus, what do I do with this?” You ask holding it up.

Lupins face softens upon seeing it, walking over to you and holding the parchment with you.

“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good” he says with a smile

Before your eyes words appear across the parchment, reading “Marauder’s Map” You tilt your head with curiosity, you couldn’t help but notice four names on top.

“Moony,Wormtail,Padfoot, and.. prongs?” “What’s that mean?” You ask Lupin, eyes sparkling with curiosity.

He lets out a laugh at your curious expression.

“That my dear, is a story for another day”

he said smiling as he whispered things you couldn’t hear, the words slowly disappeared and he tucked the map away in his pocket. You pout at him and his secrets. He pressed his finger lightly on the tip of your nose.

“You look adorable when you pout (y/n) he says chuckling at your still-pouting face.

The two of you laugh the moment off,looking around to see the office was now packed up. In contrast to when you first came in, the room was now empty and clean, the candles all blown out and the fire place quiet.

“Time to go isn’t it?”

You ask staring at the clock, which was nearing midnight. Lupin nods and carries the suitcases to the door.

“Indeed it is, walk me out will ya?” He says

You nod smiling, the nervousness gone, your mind felt clearer and your heart hurt less, the two of you walk out of the office closing the door behind you and made your way to the gates of hogwarts. The walk there being fairly quiet other than the occasional sound of birds.

You let out a small sigh as you reached it, knowing this was goodbye for whoever knows how long. Lupin unexpectedly pulls you into his arms for another hug, wanting to feel his warmth and comfort once more you wrapped your arms around him as well. For a few minutes the both of you savor the moment, hoping for new opportunities in the future, hoping it won’t be long till you see eachother next. Eventually pulling away Lupin places a soft kiss on your lips. You blush at the gesture watching him let out a laugh. Pulling out what seems to be a postcard from his pocket, he hands it to you.

“Mail me often yes?” He says smiling warmly “We could always go to Hogsmeade together (y/n)”

You smile at him and nod, my heart feeling hopeful and excited; perhaps this wasn’t the end you thought to yourself. You exchange goodbyes for the night, wishing Lupin a safe trip back home.

“Till next time then (y/n)” he turns back smiling one last time.

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FIC: "Luka's New Bike" (MLB; Lukanette; LBSC Lukanette Month 2024)

@lovebugs-and-snakecharmers is doing a Lukanette Month for September 2024, and we all just kinda tossed some prompts in the disco to compile a list?  We ended up with 71 prompts, so I decided I’d roll some dice to pick a prompt, do a twenty minute (ish, bc we all know sometimes they run away from me) sprint, and try to get some short fics out this month?

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Prompt 68: Learning to Drive/Ride a Bike

When Luka had first expressed interest in getting his motorcycle license, it had been for a more practical reason than anything else.  The Captain had had a bike for as long as he could remember.  She’d also had the old van, but it was easier to get around for her day-to-day needs on the bike and the van really only came out if she needed to haul something.  He’d spent a lot of time on the back of her bike growing up, so somewhere in the back of his mind getting a bike when he was old enough just seemed…practical.

Plus, he already rode his bicycle  everywhere, and he loved it.  He did.  But sometimes you needed something…faster.

He’d started working on his license as soon as he’d turned sixteen.  The Captain had already warned him the process could take years – at least two to get his A2 license, and he couldn’t even start on that until he’d had his B license for a few years.  It would be another two until he had his full A license, so he had known from the start he’d probably be twenty before he could get his own bike.

…but he’d been delivering pizzas since he was fifteen.  Busking on random street corners even longer.  Picking up odd jobs catering or helping the Captain or teaching guitar where he could.  He hadn’t managed to sell any instruments yet, but he was skilled enough to do a damn good repair job – and that skill was invaluable among his classmates, who were all willing to pay his cheaper prices instead of going to some of the more expensive mainstream shops.

And then Jay had asked him on tour, and while Luka still wasn’t entirely sure the road was the life he ultimately wanted…the paycheck was nice.

It was almost too easy, procuring a decent bike, after that.  He could have even afforded a more than decent bike, but he wasn’t greedy.  He just wanted something that ran well.

And now that he was back in Paris, A license and keys to his new bike in hand…he had just wanted the damn thing because he liked bikes.  They were practical.

But this…this was a decided perk.

When he jogged down the gangway that morning and made his way to the street just to find one Marinette Dupain-Cheng sitting on his new bike, her creamy thighs pressed against the sleek black metal like…he knew it was summer but who gave her permission to wear shorts that short????  She couldn’t ride in those.  She’d burn herself.  The soles of her flats would melt against the exhaust.

…but damn if she didn’t look…

“Excuse me, mademoiselle,” he called, hoping his smile looked more easy-going and less leering as he approached.  She looked up, her entire face lighting up when she saw him, and for a moment he forgot how to breathe.  How did she always manage to do that…?  “Are you sure you’re old enough to be sitting on that?  I’ll need to see your license.”

“Oh, shut up,” she laughed, grinning at him.  “Isn’t that my line?  I’m the one starting at the Ministère next year.”

“I still can’t believe you’re going to be a cop,” he chuckled, shaking his head.  “Well.  Maybe I can.  Ma almost shit a brick when I told her.”

“It feels like a good fit,” she said, smiling softly at him.  She looked back at the bike beneath her, her smile growing as she wrung her hands on the handlebars.  “Even if the company wasn’t going under, I hated working for Gabriel.  Even if I hadn’t…most of them there hate me, anyway.  I’m the intern that unmasked Hawkmoth, remember?  I’m the reason most of them are losing their jobs.”

“You saved Paris,” he said, frowning.  In more ways than one, he thought, even though the rest of the world only knew about her involvement outside of the mask.  “Marinette –”

But Marinette was sick of talking about Agrestes.  She had been for a while now.

“Anyway!  The Ministère!” she said, bouncing a little in her seat.  “Think you could show me how to work this thing?  I’ll need to start studying for my own license, if I want to be on the force.”

“Your B license should be fine for that,” he said, his smile slipping a little at the way she just…dismissed the whole Gabriel thing.  He felt he should be concerned about that.  She looked back at him, a pout on her lips.

“It should be fine, yes, but what if I want to ride a bike?  Not a cruiser?” she asked.  She looked back at his bike, smiling again.  “I always loved riding with my nonna.  And your bike looks so cool, Luka.  Could you take me for a ride, at least?  If you won’t teach me?”

“I never said I wouldn’t teach you,” he said.  He stepped up behind her, his hand finding the small of her back.  “I can teach you.  But maybe let me get used to her first?  I’ve only ridden her home.  I can’t teach you on a bike I’m not familiar with.”

“Her?” she asked, giggling.  “Your bike’s a her?  Should I be jealous?”

“Every bike’s a her,” he said, rolling his eyes.  “Like boats.”

“So I should be jealous,” she said.  He looked up at her, his eyebrow lifted.  Her cheeks flushed, and he felt dizzy again.  “…I missed you, you know.”

“I missed you, too,” he said without hesitation, because it was true.  He had.  Terribly.  Sometimes, he thought she was the main reason he still hadn’t committed long-term to Jay’s plans for him.  How could he, when Marinette was back in Paris and he wasn’t?  “You…you look good, Mari.”

“Just good?” she teased, her eyebrows lifting.  She looked down at herself with a frown.  “I was hoping for a little more than just good.  I dressed down for you, Couffaine.”

…he was pretty sure his jaw had dropped at that.  His mouth certainly felt dry enough, like it was hanging open, and she was certainly smirking enough, like she had gotten one over on him and knew it.  She ducked her head, her bare shoulders bobbing with her giggle, and when she peeked up at him there was a glint in her eyes that made him swallow.

“You…are horrible, Marinette,” he chuckled weakly, shaking his head.

“No, that’s you,” she said.  She tapped her fingers on the handles, glancing at the watch on her wrist.  “Do you realize you’ve been standing here almost five minutes now, and I haven’t seen you in almost five months, and you still haven’t kissed me yet?  What’s up with that, Luka?”

He hesitated again at that.

“I…wasn’t sure you’d want me to,” he said.  Their last kiss…it had been kind of amazing, but she hadn’t brought it up since he’d left.  She’d kissed him, and sent him on his way, and then they’d never talked about it again.  Nothing had changed, even if for one dizzying, amazing moment it had felt like everything had.

Of course he’d wanted to kiss her again.  And again.  Often, every day, for the rest of their lives, if she was willing.

He just…hadn’t been sure she’d be willing.

He’d never been the bravest, when it came to her.  After the last time…well.  He’d always been afraid of screwing things up again.  He’d never been brave enough to push for more again, because if he did and she didn’t want that and he lost her completely…

“…huh,” she said, tilting her head to the side.  He frowned, but she was still smiling at him.  “I always thought Juleka called you stupid because you were her brother.  I never actually thought it was true.”

“…hey,” he laughed, shaking his head, but then her hands were fisting in his jacket and tugging him closer, and his hands quickly found her hips when for one precarious moment she started to lose her balance and the bike wobbled.  He swallowed when she was suddenly so much closer, and he looked up at her to find that dangerous little smile was still on her lips.  “You really want me to teach you how to ride?”

“I want you to shut up and kiss me,” she said.  Her grin grew.  “For a start.  We can talk about the bike lessons later.  Maybe after you take me for a spin on this thing.  After you kiss me.  I’ve been waiting five months, Luka.”

“You never said anything, Marinette,” he reminded her.

“Would it really be fair of me to whine about how much I missed you, how much I wanted you back home for kisses and snuggles and all the coupley things we could be doing if you just stayed, when you were supposed to be focusing on your job?  I wouldn’t do that to you, Luka.  It’s your dream,” she said.  He shook his head, smiling.

“You’re my dream, Marinette,” he said.  “Music…music will work out.  Somehow.  Please, go ahead and whine about those things.  I need to hear them.  How else will I keep my priorities straight?”

“Ok,” she said, nodding.  “Then I need you to kiss me.  And stick around for a bit so you can teach me how to ride a bike.  But mostly the kissing.  I really need you to stay for the kissing.”

He brushed the backs of his fingers against her jaw, dragging them along her check until he was tucking her hair behind her ear.  She grinned up at him, and he grinned back as he leaned in.

“I thought you’d never ask,” he breathed before pressing his mouth to hers.

They…didn’t actually get to any bike lessons that day.  Or biking.  He made some perfectly valid argument about shorts and burns that sounded reasonable at the time, but he was also pretty sure his point in pointing out her shorts had not been to get her out of them.

…he wasn’t complaining when that’s what ended up happening anyway.

And he wasn’t complaining about anything that followed.

…they had time.  They could ride the stupid bike later.

He wasn’t planning on going anywhere.

[soleilceirinen]

Please don't say you love me | young!Cillian Murphy x asexual!fem!Reader

Summary: on your graduation night, your best friend Cillian tells you that he likes you, but he doesn’t know that you are asexual.  A/N: this fic is kind of personal, maybe not the typical Cillian x Reader that I usually write but I’m really proud of it. I hope someone likes it!  As always, this story is set in an alternate universe in which Cillian is single and not an actor. I respect his private life and his lovely family. English is not my first language so there may be some mistakes, sorry! CILLIAN MURPHY MASTERLIST

When you were a little girl, you used to play moms and dads with your classmates. That was it, a game. It meant nothing to any of you. You were just a bunch of little kids innocently imitating adults while playing with baby dolls. 

As a teenager, everyone around you started dating and exploring their sexuality. Everyone except you. Whenever they asked you if you liked someone, you forced yourself to lie, saying that you were madly in love with the most popular boy in your class.

During that time you began to doubt your own sexual orientation. Maybe you didn't like any boy because you didn't like boys, as simple as that. But when you looked at the girls your reaction was the same, most of the time you felt nothing and other times you just appreciated their beauty. As with most paintings displayed in museums and art galleries, it was enough for you to admire them from the distance, never wanting to get closer and touch them.

It wasn't until you started university that reality hit you. Everywhere you looked, your friends had a boyfriend or girlfriend, if they didn't, they were looking for one. You hadn't thought much about it until your family started asking when you were going to introduce them to a boyfriend. Over time, the question was expanded to boyfriend or girlfriend, it didn't matter anymore.

You were almost nineteen years old when you had your first kiss. It made you feel nothing. Nothing at all except repulsion. When does this end? Is he enjoying it? We've been kissing for a long time... Should I close my eyes? These were some of the thoughts that flooded your head as you continued with the kiss. When it finally ended, you only felt relief.

At least you had made something clear: you liked to be liked. Flirting too. In general, you enjoyed the previous moment, when you were getting to know someone and you knew for sure that they were attracted to you. With the difference that you stopped there, not wanting to take things further. There was no need to do that.

Nevertheless, as you entered your twenties, more than once you had found yourself doing things which you would have liked to avoid. When you kissed someone, you tried to keep your mind away from the act that was being carried out, almost disassociating yourself from reality. You tried not to think about the amount of germs and bacteria that were passing from their mouth to yours. After that, you never spoke to them again because they always wanted more from you, and you weren't up for it. You didn't want to give it to them. 

The simple act of being touched with the evident intention of taking you to bed made your stomach turn. You felt like grabbing a cheese grater and running it all over your skin until it was red and raw. Maybe that way the disgusting sensation you had would disappear. 

One day you were assigned to a work group to carry out a uni project, that's where you met CIllian. He had always been in your class since you started your degree but you had never spoken before. He turned out to be a nice guy and you had a lot of things in common with him so before you knew it, you two had become best friends. 

Cillian was funny and handsome, one could even say he was beautiful. He had the bluest eyes you had ever seen in your entire life and his voice made your insides melt. If someone asked you what Cillian meant to you, you would have described him as your soulmate. You could talk for hours without getting bored of each other, listen to him ramble about his favorite music or get philosophical theorizing about the meaning of life while looking at the stars.

Sometimes you thought that if things were different, maybe you could be together. Deep inside, you knew that Cillian was the one but just thinking about it made you want to cry.

The day you graduated was a turning point in your relationship. After the boring delivery of diplomas to each of the graduates and the even more boring speeches by some of your classmates, you were finally free. Your class had organised a party for all the students, the last one that all of you would attend, so that's where you went.

With your head about to burst and your feet bleeding where the strap of your heels rubbed them, you grabbed Cillian's arm and leaned into his ear. "I want to leave, I can't stand another second, my feet are killing me."

He looked down and frowned. "Take the shoes off."

"I'm not doing that, Cillian!" you complained, punching his shoulder. "I'm leaving".

"All right, whatever you say. Let's go!"

There was no need to talk to make the decision to go to your apartment. Your roommates had left already and you only had a couple of days left. All your belongings were packed, ready to move. Halfway there you gave up, sitting on a curb in the middle of an empty street and stretching your legs out in front of you. Cillian watched you from above.

He pouted, pointing at your heels. "It's a shame that they hurt you, as pretty as they are. Just like you."

His comment made your heart skip a beat. Please no. "To show off you have to suffer, or so they say, I think" you muttered, ignoring the last part.

"You shouldn't suffer, Y/N. Here, get on," he indicated, turning around until he was facing away from you and leaned over so you could get on his back.

With a sigh, you stood up and limped towards him, grabbing his shoulders. Then, you wrapped your legs around his waist. His hands held your thighs but unlike other times when different people had done the same thing, his touch didn't make you feel sick. Cillian was looking out for you, not trying to take advantage of the situation. 

You weren't aware of how close your faces were before he turned his head and spoke. "Are you okay? You've gone really quiet all of a sudden."

"Yeah, don't worry. I'm just tired," you said softly, resting your chin on his shoulder and breathing in his scent.

Cillian carried you the rest of the way to your apartment, only setting you down so you could open the door. Once inside, you took off your heels and threw them into a corner of the room.

"Better?" Cillian asked with a chuckle.

"Oh, you have no idea. Are you hungry?"

-

You got to work and in a few minutes both of you were lying on the sofa eating a couple of grilled cheese sandwiches. You saw Cillian staring at you, so you lightly kicked him on the leg. "What are you looking at, silly?"

He looked down and shook his head slowly. "Earlier, when I said you were pretty, I meant it."

“Okay,” you said, swallowing another bite of your sandwich as you brought your legs closer to your body. 

Cillian finished his sandwich and turned to you. His eyes shone with the reflection of the moonlight filtering through the open windows. His beauty was breathtaking. After a few seconds in silence, he leaned forward and pressed his mouth against yours in a slow kiss full of tenderness. It was as if his soft lips were able to caress your soul.

He pulled away, leaning back on the sofa and stared at the sandwich you were holding. You stretched your arm offering it to him and watched in silence as he ate. 

“Y/N, would you like to go on a date with me?”

Your eyes filled with tears. "Of course I would like to, but I don't think it's a good idea," you said, holding back a sob. "It wouldn't be fair, Cillian. To you, because I can't give you more..., I don't want you to get your hopes up and then break your heart."

He frowned, almost as if he was trying to read between lines. "We can try".

You shook your head, hesitating between telling him the truth or keeping it to yourself. The last time a guy proposed to you and you told him you were asexual, he disappeared. But before doing so, he suggested that if you ever changed your mind you should let him know, as if it were that simple. 

"I'm not interested in sex," you finally whispered. "I think you should go on a date with someone different, not me." 

Cillian ran a hand over his face, understanding your hesitation, and held your chin gently before wiping away your tears. "Do you know that not everything in life revolves around sex, right? We can go to the movies, to a concert, out to dinner... we can do whatever we want. Even if we just talk, that's enough for me."

"But I..."

He cut you off, pulling you into his chest and hugging you tightly. You clung to his shirt, resting your head against him so you could hear the rapid beat of his heart.

"What I like most about you is your intelligence," he stated, his voice soft, not louder than a whisper, "you don't know how lucky I am to be able to have such a lovely person with a mind like yours by my side. You're also kind and beautiful, don't think that you're not, but honestly I don't really care about that. Now, Y/N, do you want to go on a date with me?”

You were torn between saying yes and accepting the consequences or saying no and spending the rest of your life wondering what could have happened if you had said yes. The kiss you had shared minutes before felt different from others, it was a kiss just for the sake of it, as simple as it was, without any ulterior motives. You knew for a fact that even if you said no to Cillian, he would always come back to you as if nothing had happened and listen to you talk for hours about anything and everything.

He poked your sides, tickling you and making you laugh between sobs. "Stop, Cillian!"

He stopped, observing your face just centimeters away from his own. Now that you paid more attention, you noticed that his eyes were red and filled with tears too. With a sigh, you rested your hand on the back of his neck, tangling your fingers in the soft hair at his nape, and pulled him towards you. Cillian put no resistance, letting himself be dragged into the crook of your neck, where you held him as you stroked his hair.

"Okay, I'll go on a date with you. But please, I'm begging you, don't ever say you love me." 

Cillian chuckled and you you felt the vibration of his vocal cords against your collarbone. "Don't worry about that."

"I'm serious. If you say it, be aware that I'm not going to say it back, like… never. So don't mess up, silly Cilli."

“You’re silly,” he murmured, closing his eyes.  

“Not as much as you.”

Cillian hummed in agreement. "I suppose I'm a silly boy who loves you."

[fyodoro]

HI!! I LOVE UR WORK <33 may i req mafuyu w a reader that’s shy n gets flustered easily >__< thank u 💗

-> 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐞

You can’t help but be a bit nervous, after all, Mafuyu is fairly popular. But you wouldn’t expect your nervousness around her to turn into this…

Cw - ooc mafuyu (idk how i did this after reading 2 of her focuses.) swearing, kiss kiss smooch smooch, messy writing I think idk…

Genre - fluff

It wasn’t like you hated Mafuyu or anything, but for some reason, you could never be around her. It certainly gave the wrong impression whenever you quietly or loudly went somewhere else whenever Mafuyu was around. But who could hate that second year? She’s far too likable and charismatic for someone to hate her without reason.

Rumors spread everywhere about you and Mafuyu, even though you’ve never personally met her. Some were better than others, but the… interesting… ones piqued yours and Mafuyu’s interest.

“I heard (Name) and Asahina are secretly dating, that’s why (Name) always runs away when she’s around. They’re too scared to give it away!”

What the hell?

That was certainly a new one, but just who the hell did they hear that from? You and Mafuyu, dating? Together? In a relationship? It was just so…

“Hey, (Name), your face is all red… do you have a fever or something?”

Ah, of course. Only Airi would notice something so small, your face couldn’t be as red as she was making it out to be. Right?

“Oh my, (Name) almost looks like an apple!”

“Usually we say tomato, Shizuku. But yeah, do you need us to take you to the nurse?”

You hastily pulled your phone out your pocket, opening the camera app and checking your face. And oh…

You did look as red as a tomato.

Did thinning about that rumor make you like this? It was just a rumor, you weren’t even thinking about dating Mafuyu. Just the idea of others thinking you are…

“Er, I think I’m good. I feel fine, aha… I think it’s time I get home though, bye!”

“Oh alright, seeya later (Name)!”

You couldn’t bare to pay attention to any whispers around you, you just had to get out of school. It’s not like the rumors bothered you or anything, you actually couldn’t care less. But what if Mafuyu cares? Just thinking about her makes your face heat up.

What the hell is wrong with you? You haven’t even met her one on one yet! It felt wrong and creepy, crushing on your classmate like this. But…

“(Name), may I speak with you for a moment?”

Speak of the devil. How could she sound so graceful but serious at the same time?

You followed her lead to an empty classroom nearby. You felt like your heart was about to explode out of your chest, what could this be about other than the rumors? Is she telling you how much she hates you because of them?

Being alone with Mafuyu was enough for you to go beet red, this was so embarrassing… you have to face her on your own. You didn’t expect for it to be like this, under these circumstances…

“I’m assuming you’ve heard these… rumors… as well. There’s a bunch, but I assume you know the one I’m implying?”

Right, the girlfriend one. How could you not know that one…

“Ah.. y-yes.. that one. Um, Asahina- I’m sorry if that creeps you out at all, you know? I’m sure you’re weirded out.”

“Why would I be weirded out?”

“Well, you know, people think we’re d-dating… and trying to keep it a secret. But this is the first time we’ve spoken one on one. I get it if you-“

“Oh (Name), I wanted to say the same about you. I thought you would be weirded out, but I’m not. Are you perhaps?”

“N-no! Not at all haha…”

You’re embarrassing yourself. This is so overwhelming…

“I see…”

A strange silence coated the room. It wasn’t awkward, but it wasn’t not awkward. Neither of you were moving, but neither of you knew what to say next.

“You’re very obvious, you know that?”

talk about blunt.

“Obvious? About what…?”

“You can’t fool me or yourself (Name), I see what’s going on here. These rumors have made you think of me differently, haven’t they?”

Mafuyu’s mood changed drastically, from sweet and innocent to blunt and cold. Does she hate you now? What is she even talking about?

“Think of you differently? Um, I’m not quite sure what you mean Asahina.”

She sighed and stood still for a moment, just a moment. You could have never predicted her next move, not in a million years.

Mafuyu Asahina was kissing you.

On the lips.

You stood awkwardly, not being able to move from the shock. Who knew Mafuyu was so bold?

She pulled away seconds later, with no reaction on her face. Did she seriously not realize what she just did? No blush or anything, just a blank stare.

“Come visit my archery club after school instead of leaving now.”

“I- okay! Uh, I’ll be there?”

She nodded, making her way to the classroom door. But once again, you couldn’t predict her.

“And by the way (Name), I feel the same. That rumor might have been a good thing for both of us. Call me Mafuyu from now on instead of Asahina.”

She left the classroom, leaving you speechless. What just happened?

Though, you can’t complain over Mafuyu kissing you.

[micvick]

Between the Sea and the Sand

Themes and Warnings for this chapter: Violence, Strong Language, Emotional Distress, Death and Grief, Cultural Sensitivity, Mature Themes, Manipulation, Self-Harm.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language, and most of this text has been translated. The original text in Spanish is this: "Entre el mar y la arena".

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10

I am about to faint.

Now I'm going to be a burden to my brother like he always has been. I don't understand why he did it. When I least expect it, people are singing something, something I only heard at funerals, I'm already dead. I don't have the slightest chance of winning, my brother d oes. He is over 2 meters tall, he is robust and incredibly strong, I am a weakling who can barely run a little before falling. I'm not good for this and I'll surely die before 5 minutes have passed in the sand.

When I leave my world, I realize that I am in a room where families say goodbye. We are orphans, my mother died when I was born and my father died on the 4th of July 4 years ago, I thought no one would come, but then my brother's boss, Annie's father, Mateo, Annie and all of Annie's family come running in. Annie and almost everyone are lost in tears, Annie hugs me so tightly I feel like she's going to break my back.

"This isn't fair," Annie says in tears, "you don't deserve to be here, this isn't fair." I caress her head while I feel her tears wet my dress.

"Annie, don't worry," says my brother, "she's going to win, I promise you." She makes me laugh at what she says, I don't have a chance.

When I least expect it, Finnick runs in, he hugs me and kisses my forehead. I knew he would react like that, he was my classmate, and we had history together, we met when I was 7 years old, my dad saved a lot of money to pay me for music lessons, and there he was, he was the one who guided me at school, and he was in my singing classes, I don't know what he saw in me, but he followed me everywhere, he took me to my house and gave me pearls that he found on the beaches, one day before the harvest in which He was harvested, he proposed to me, he told me that he loved me from the moment he saw me, he knew that I was the woman of his life, but, I rejected him, at that time my father was sick and my brother was working a lot, in addition to the fact that many girls harassed me because I spent all the time with him, he was devastated, and the next day they harvested him. When he came back as the winner, he tried to look for me, but I was devastated, because my father had died just that fateful day of harvest number 65.

"My darling, this is a punishment, is so- why is it you? Why is it YOU Marina? This isn't Fair." I didn't understand what he said, but I could understand the feeling, and right then I realized that I couldn't help it anymore. He's my mentor now, and if he is it means I'll have to do everything he says in order to win.

"Please Finnick, could you get away from her" my brother says with a slightly annoyed tone.

My brother and he knew each other, they both worked on a fishing boat, I always saw him there when I went with my brother to work, he was a good fisherman, and even more so because I reached very deep places without drowning, so for me it was easy to catch big fish.

"What? Maybe I bite and that's why I can't hug her" Finnick said with a big smile. Yes, Finnick speaks Spanish, but that is easy because, in District 4 you cannot live without knowing Spanish, and even if he is a gringo, it is impossible for a person from District 4 not to know a little bit of Spanish.

"I'm not in the mood for you to tell your shitty jokes." Obviously, my brother knew what happened between us, because I tell my brother everything, and besides, people don't have a job, and half the town found out.

That's when Mags arrived, the first Hispanic woman to win the games. She is from Puerto Rico, well she was born in Panem, but we call ourselves after the culture we grew up in.

"Look, we have to go to the train right now, we will talk more on the train, just some things. Later, at breakfast, we will talk more" she says as she grabs my hand and rubs it.

"I know this worries you" he touches the cheek of both of us, "but with what they did they already won the affection of the public"

My brother didn't like that comment, he didn't do it to gain the public's favor, he did it because he wanted to protect me, he did it because he loved me.

We enter the train, I don't have much energy to see what was around me. We sat on a very comfortable sofa, I almost fell asleep, but I had to pay attention if I wanted to survive, well, not even that would help me, really.

"Ok, let's put the recapitulation of the harvests of the other districts" said Mags. We went from 12 to 2, those from 12 were malnourished children, you could see their bones and they looked very depressed, those from 11 to 5 were not something very impressive for those in the capitol because they did not say much until the harvest of district 4, Well, ours, first apparently I seem very adorable to them, they said it was because I was a little cutie and because of the bad luck I had, until my brother offered himself as a tribute, the presenter's companion said it was very moving while she cried, it made me angry , because for them we are a stupid telenovela, something that entertains oneself while for me it was a death sentence. I woke up from my trance when Finnick stood up and told us.

"At this moment the most they can do to survive is cause sympathy, they are already achieving that, what they have to do is be very united and create theater so that people are interested and sponsor them"

"This is what theater is all about, huh?" my brother says annoyed, "I don't know what my sister's love means to you, but for me it's not fucking theater, for me it's something real."

"Finnick is not saying that I like him for theater, rather much better because there is nothing better than being true, because then the people of the capitol will love them more" he said trying to calm my brother, it didn't work.

"I don't give a shit what the Capitol wants, all I want is for my sister to get home alive," he said excitedly.

I got up and hugged him, which made me release everything I had held in since the harvest and I cried too much. I felt him pat my head and then I heard Mags say something.

"Well, it's better that you guys rest, you can tell you're very tired" he said with a compassionate tone in his voice.

My brother picked me up and left me on the bed in my room, he tucked me in and started singing me a song. It's a song we inherited from my grandmother. I pretended that I fell asleep, when I heard the door to my room close, I burst out crying, I can't handle the fear anymore, why is this happening to me? Why me? Now I just wish someone would kill me so I don't have to see my brother being killed.

I manage to sleep for about 5 hours, when I see that I'm still in the dress and necklace, so I go to take a shower. My surprise is that when I enter the bathroom I only see many buttons, I press one at random and before I realize I am being attacked by jets of boiling water. What an unpleasant feeling, the waters of district 4 are always warm or cold, never at this level of hot.

I dressed in pajamas, rather the most decent ones I could find, all of them were extravagant or without fabric, I put on a pale pink robe. I went to a type of room where there were plates and plates of foods that I could never afford (Pizza with pineapple? What kind of aberrations do they eat in the capitol) there were all kinds of strange combinations, but I ignored it and grabbed the most normal, chicken nuggets with chips. I sat at the table and when I was about to eat my potatoes, I felt someone snatch it out of my hand, a very tall boy with very white hair, almost silver, when I see him clearly in the darkness of the room I see who has such piercing blue eyes that it made me nervous.

"I see that you like to eat very late, Miss Marina" he said while they ate my chips and I immediately thought (how the hell does this gringo speak Spanish?). Well, you have an accent, do they teach our language in the capitol?) "we couldn't introduce ourselves because Mrs. Flanagan said that you and your brother needed to rest" he grabbed a lock of my hair and said "my name is Enzo, I'm your stylist" (How cool, but he looks so young, how can he be a stylist?)

"But you're from the Capitol? How do you know Spanish?" She was curious, and I'm also very curious, my father said that my mother was curious to dangerous levels. They met because of her curiosity. How long can I swim without drowning? said my mother, and apparently a lot because she reached the allowed edge of the ocean in district 4 and then my dad, who was out there on a boat, found her on a small island while she was eating fish. raw fish that she was capturing while swimming. That's how they met, how cute.

"I'm Uruguayan" she said while she took some things out of her bag (what is Uruguayan? Do you eat it?) I thought why I had never heard the word Uruguayan in my life.

"What is that?" I said with quite some intrigue, I just saw how he laughed and took off in some kind of subway.

"If you want, you can ask all the questions you want while I measure you, I need exact measurements to make you more beautiful than you already are" he says while caressing my cheek. "Stand straight, please" I do as he says and he takes out the meter and measures my waist and my height. "Uruguayan is my dependency, my mother was Uruguayan" he said while holding my neck.

"Is it like me being Venezuelan for being dependent on Venezuelans?"

"Yes, exactly," he said when he said it, I put away the meter and caressed my waist. "Do you have another question? We have plenty of time to talk, I have questions for you too." I don't know why, but that made me nervous. "Don't worry, I won't use any of that against you, it's just to break the tension." That didn't calm me down.

"You're Venezuelan, right?" I nodded. "Tell me something about your culture, are there many people from Venezuela?" (Ready, you already released my tongue)

"Ah, well, there are like 3 Venezuelan families in my district, but I don't know how many there are in all of Panem, and we don't have such a strong culture."

as before because as happened with most other cultures, they were disappearing. I remember that my mother told me about mountains that reached to the sky, magnificent beaches and cities so welcoming that anywhere you felt at home, obviously there were more things about my country, but this story was told from family to family. , so what we know about the extinct Venezuela is very little. "and no book talks about my country beyond the fact that it disappeared and that the people of that country came en masse to Panem" I said while I ate my nuggets, damn, what a good thing, is this do it with cocaine or something? I want more. "But one question, how old are you?"

"I'm 14 years old" (How?!?) I'm bad, at hiding, I was genuinely surprised.

"But then, what are you like, stylist?"

"Not to brag, but apparently I have a very high IQ and I graduated at 13, I studied, I designed and they hired me to make your wardrobe, and I already have a lot of ideas" she said while finishing her notebook from her bag, and showing me a list of beautiful dresses. A white dress with a golden net around it and some scales on the neck caught my attention.

"Which one is for the tribute parade?" I asked Enzo.

"It's a surprise," he said as he closed the book, "go to your room and sleep, tomorrow morning we will arrive at the capitol."

He grabbed my hand and we walked slowly towards my room. When we get to my room, he grabs the necklace that was around my neck and said.

"A clue about tomorrow's dress" I grab my hands and kiss them "it goes with that necklace" I close the door in front of me.

My interaction with him surprised me, I had only seen people from the capitol being stupidly extravagant, the fact that he dressed so normal surprised me, plus he really didn't look 14, his voice was very deep, he was big and his features were not that of a child. , maybe that was the only extravagant thing about him, maybe he had surgery.

As he instructed, I went to sleep. I didn't sleep very well, I woke up very often, but the last time I woke up I saw sunlight along with some mountains, there was a knock on the door and I quickly dressed in a sweatshirt and some pants and went out to meet Finnick.

"Hi darling" I rolled my eyes, he always calls me that, before he didn't bother me, but now it's awkward after everything that happened.

"How many times have I told you that I don't like being called that" I said very seriously.

"Wow, don't worry, I'm just saying it out of habit, maybe I can't" he said as he got closer to me, now he's taller and stronger, when we were friends, he was skinny and not so tall, he looks very different.

"No, you can't. We don't have this trust anymore"

"And what can I do to regain your trust" he said as he cornered me at the door.

"Finnick, Marina. Mags and Kai are waiting for you in the dining room, we are about to arrive at the capitol" Enzo appeared again, he was quite formal, more so than yesterday. He grabbed my hand and said, "His brother ordered a special breakfast for you."

"Special? - Why?" I said, what is so special that we are going to die?

"Your brother wants to pamper you, since he can," says Finnick, this made me think that my brother couldn't pamper me so much because we didn't even have money to eat, I think he does it now because he thinks that he won't have the opportunity in the games. .

Enzo guided us to the kitchen, everything was there with chocolate, my eyes shone and I immediately went to hug my brother.

"Sister, I told the cooks to prepare your favorite food for you." I took my face off of his chest, I found bread filled with chocolates, we started to eat and barely finished. Enzo stood up along with a blonde girl with gold tattoos.

"Let's introduce ourselves. I'm Enzo, I'm Miss Marina's stylist." My brother isn't very secretive either, I'm sure he was thinking (Like hell, this little guy is my sister's stylist).

"I'm Darana, Kai's stylist" they bowed.

"Miss Darana needs to take Mr. Kai so she can take measurements, I already took them from Miss Marina"

My brother went to the next room, he looked upset, since I imagine he doesn't really like being in the same room as a person from the capitol.

"Marina, are you ready for the parade" Finnick says. "Although I don't think you need to do anything, the sponsors as soon as they see you, they are going to spend all their money on you, I would do it" he said while he looked at me penetratingly, it made me a little nervous.

"Stop looking at me like that, besides I'm not as pretty as you say, I'm probably not going to win many sponsors"

"But you can't deny that you have blinding beauty." He tries to caress my cheek, but I push his hand away.

"I am not one of your conquests, Finnick Odair, and I never will be."

"I see that there is history between you, but for now I recommend that you get along, Finnick will train you and your job, Finnick, is to advise her, not court her."

I agree with Mags, but I'm so stressed that I subconsciously get defensive about everything. I look at Enzo and he was looking at me. Now that I think about it, he seems familiar to me, I don't know how, but his hair seems even more strange to me.

I got up and walked over to one of the couches where he was sitting. I sit next to Enzo. "Is your hair dyed?" I asked, touching his hair, it was long and paper white, he held my hand and said.

"No, it's natural, although I have the same question, your hair is an intriguing red" when he was going to touch my hair Finnick came forward and stroked my hair.

"Marina has very beautiful hair, doesn't she" he said with an annoyed tone, I don't understand what's wrong with her.

"Let's see what the hell is wrong with you, boy." He grabbed my hand and led me towards one of the many rooms. I turned to see Enzo before the door closed. He stared at me and laughed. We entered that room and the room had a large window.

"We have to settle these disputes, Marina. Do you hate me? Tell me why, please" he looked at me with those green eyes that I liked so much. He looked at me like that when I broke his heart. I wanted to cry, but I didn't want to appear weak, but I am, I really am. I looked at him and told him.

"I don't hate you Finnick, but I'm afraid, I'm afraid of seeing my brother die and being able to do anything, is my destiny to die in a tragic way? That's not what I want, I wanted to live a normal life, this doesn't happen!" It's what I deserve!"

Finnick hugged me tightly and told me: "I will do whatever it takes to protect you, Marina, because I love you. In all this time I have never met and will not meet anyone I love more than you" he approached me and when I He grabbed the back of my neck to kiss me, I pushed him away and suddenly everything went dark for a moment and from one moment to the next we entered a city that I can't even imagine in my dreams, with gigantic buildings, roads that reach to the sky, and airplanes in the shape of rhombuses.

We are already at the capitol.

When we reached the center of the city, children, adults and old people were ready to watch me die and enjoy it, children with toy weapons. I hate them with all my being, when they see us through the window they start screaming, some of them had a copy of my necklace, (they made copies so quickly?) I thought. but the most important. Why were they looking at our car so much? They cried as if they really felt something, what a big lie, if they really felt sorry they would stop this massacre.

"What are you waiting for? Say hello to them" Finnick said, I turned and told him.

"No, I don't want to greet them"

"Do you want to get his attention in another way?" he said as he approached me, close enough to be seen by the crowd of people. I heard women scream, it seemed as if they were being killed.

"Yes, I want another way, I'm not going to greet them"

"So she's so tantrum" he approached me, he grabbed the back of my neck and gave me a kiss, a minute of silence, and suddenly half the world started screaming, but he didn't leave me, he kissed me as if I were the last kiss he could give me, and if it's true, and not just because when my brother finds out he's going to kill him. My brother left the room before he kissed me. When he pulled away from me, he whispered, "I told you it was better to say hello."

[https-mi1zu]

SO UHM HERES CHAPTER THREE?? (I feel like I kinda left out on a lot on chapter 2 😓)

WARNINGS: still nothing :p

CHAPTER THREE: I should've stayed at home.

Forty minutes passed before the bell rang. Dismissal, finally I was free to go home. 

“June, could I talk to you outside for a minute?” I heard Miss Elane say amidst the classroom full of people chatting about what their gonna do later. I just nodded as Miss Elane pulled me outside of the classroom, telling my class advisor that she was gonna borrow me for a few minutes. We sat down at a nearby bench just outside my classroom.

”I didn’t see you and Mars today, was she absent?” She asked me. “yes miss, she sprained her ankle yesterday” I replied, my hands neatly folded on my lap. “oh, well tell her I said get well soon dear.” Miss Elane patted my shoulder. I didn't like that, but when I looked at her wrinkled face, there was a slight smile. Was she glad that Mars was absent? What kind of teacher is glad that one of her students was absent because of a sprained ankle?

”So how was school today, notice anything different about it?” She asked me, still with that creepy smile plastered on her face. “no miss, nothing different miss.” I replied, shuffling ever so slightly away from her. “Okay well, I won't keep you for long  Juno.” “hm?” I didn't hear what she said.  she had already gotten up and was walking away. Maybe she meant someone else and mistaken me for them, either way, I was happy to be dismissed. 

I walked back inside my classroom, feeling the heat from the room hit my face. Everyone already had their backpacks and lunch boxes on their desks. Walking over to my locker, I pulled out my backpack. It looked like something an adventurer would use for a quest. I carried both my bags to my desk, quickly shoving my books in it since I wanted to leave early. My glasses got a little foggy in the process so I wiped them before the class advisors told everyone to stand up so we could pray and leave. After praying, I already saw a few of my classmates leave the classroom to go to the gates they were being picked up from. I quickly closed my backpack and grabbed my lunch box before hurrying to the door.

I wasn't in a hurry, I just wanted to leave already since today was boring and slow. I needed a nap.

Walking was a form to calm down my mind if I had extra energy. I liked walking, more specifically walking with Mars. She would tell me a lot of things, like a comic she read or a band she found out about. Mars was my best friend,  I cared for her as if she was my sister. Every birthday or Christmas I’d always go out of my way to get her a good gift, like a bracelet or a plush I knew she liked. She would always say that I didn't need to but I wanted to. Even if it wasn’t a birthday or any event in general, I’d still buy her things. Miss Fiore said it's a good and bad habit, good because I care for my friend deeply and bad because I needed to buy myself stuff too.

The hallways were loud, really loud. It was bustling with people and kids walking or running around. Even at gate three, there were backpacks and lunch boxes scattered everywhere. I watched my step, making sure I didn't step on any backpacks, lunch boxes or children’s hands. I finally found a spot to sit, it was open with not a lot of bags or children. I placed my heavy bag in a corner and sat down. I brought out my notebook to sketch again. Flipping through the pages of various drawings, I found one that was clean. I decided to draw Persephone again, trying to remember the details I put in my artwork from earlier.

I pulled out my pencil case and my headphones so I could draw in silence without being interrupted. 

Time seemed to pass faster then I expected, almost half of my classmates and children were already gone. I was being picked up by my father. Maybe he had work to do, that's why it was already late. I didn't mind though, I liked being in school, in silence specifically. It meant I could walk around the place, with no one yapping right next to me or in front.

But for now, I just spent that time drawing peacefully. I watched as more students left, some parents and ates were standing around waiting for their kids or teenagers to come to them. 

Amidst the crowd, it grew more silent as more and more students left to go home. After a bit more, I finished the drawing, though it looked more different than what I made in art class.

I drew Persephone wearing a flowing white Grecian-inspired gown with a draped bodice and a cinched waist. It had features, it was delicate with shoulder straps and a flowing cape-like overlay. It also had a belt with intricate detailing which adds to her elegant look. For her hair, I drew it sleek, with a flowy cascade of deep waves, it looked flowy, reaching down to her chest. It didn't look as pretty as the one I drew in art class, but it looked pretty enough. ‘I should show this to Miss Fiore’ I thought, finally getting up from my corner.

I stretched my arms as I unplugged my headphones from my device. I left right after I grabbed my notebook to go to the faculty to show Miss Fiore my drawing. I liked showing people what I drew. The walk to the building where my classroom is, it was quiet, except for a few lingering conversations, which were a lot quieter compared to earlier when school started. 

As I went up the stairs, I caught a glimpse of Miss Fiore walking down the stairs, talking with another teacher, Miss Santos. They were speaking in hushed tones, making it hard to overhear their conversation. As I went up another step, Miss Fiore spotted me. She smiled at me, stopping to wave. “Hello anak, how was your day so far?” Miss Fiore asked.

“It was slow and boring but I got through it!” I exclaimed, my tone was a little bit too excited. Miss Fiore was my favourite teacher, after all, she would call me ‘anak’, (which meant child in Tagalog.) It filled me with comfort anytime she would call me that.

After a while, Miss Santos walked away from the both of us, saying that she had a meeting with another teacher. I showed Miss Fiore my drawing of Persephone, she smiled at it saying that I was good. I smiled back, I liked getting small bits of praise. We walked around the school, talking about the small things that happened today. Miss Fiore was just listening to me intently as if she was my mom. 

We walked for thirty minutes or so, it was already 4:30 in the evening and my dad wasn't there yet. “Are you hungry, anak?” Miss Fiore inquired, once we were at gate three. I nodded since I didn’t eat a filling lunch. Miss Fiore offered to order for the both of us, I declined at first because then I’d have to pay her back, but she said it was her treat. She pulled out her phone and started to make an order online while I put my notebook back in my bag. We both sat there, still talking about small bits of what happened today.

Ten or more minutes passed, Miss Fiore’s phone vibrated, indicating she had gotten an alert from the driver that our food was there. She told me to wait at the gate while she went to the other gate to get the food. I just nodded and sat back down in my corner.

[andydrysdalerogers]

The ABC's of Nick Vaughn - "L"

Pairing: Reader x Nick Vaughn (Before We Go)

Summary: Children its time to learn your ABCs. And Nick Vaughn is here to teach you the lessons. 26 glimpses in the world of you and Nick Vaughn

Warnings: S-M-U-T!!!! (under 18 please leave the chat!) descriptions of sexual activity including some themes of BDSM, loss of virginity, fluffy bits, pet name etc...

The new upload will probably be Sundays and Thursdays. Have fun kittens! Also, the tag list is open!

A/N: This one is longer than usual because of context readers. Also, I have nothing against cheerleaders, jocks, homemakers etc. This one was based on personal experience.

I do NOT give permission for my work to be translated or reposted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. DO NOT REPOST MY FICS. Reblogs, comments, likes, and feedback ALWAYS appreciated

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Previous: K - Kink

ABC Masterlist - Main Masterlist

L - Location

Heading into Boston, you hold Nick’s hand as he drives, tracing patterns into his skin.  He looks over and smiles, bring your hand up to his mouth to place a gentle kiss. “Have I told you today that you look beautiful?” 

“Not in the last hour, no.” You giggle as you look out the window. You loved visiting Boston; Nick’s parents were great and welcoming. But this weekend was a little bit different.  It was Nick’s 20th high school reunion, and he was a little bit anxious to attend.  And he wouldn’t tell you why.  

After arriving at the Vaughn’s family home and having lunch, you went up to Nick’s old bedroom to get ready.  You set your hair into soft waves, romantic makeup on your face.  As you applied the red lipstick Nick loved so much, you saw the man in the mirror, looking a little down. “Honey, you ok?” 

He seemed to snap out of it.  “Yeah, sorry,” he shook his head. “I’m just a little lost in my thoughts.”  

“Is everything ok? You seem nervous.” You went to sit next to him, taking his hand.  

“Just not sure what to expect tonight.”  He sighed loudly. “I haven’t spoken to a lot of these people since we graduated.  I wasn’t exactly popular in high school.”  He hung his head. “I was a nerd.”  

“Everyone thinks that about themselves.”  

“No really.  Had braces, acne, bad haircut, the works.  I played in the marching band, and I had a crush on a girl.” He looked away. “Stephanie Winters. And I asked her to homecoming.  She said yes and then, when I went to pick her up, she had ditched me for Danny Adams, the running back.”  

“Oh, baby...” 

“I was humiliated and I never got to have a school dance.  I didn’t play at the football games anymore. That field just had bad memories.” He laid back on the bed.  “I don’t know if I can face those people.”  

You laid back next to him. “I think you should walk in with your head held high, don’t let anyone tear you down and show them how Professor Vaughn handles it.”  

“You’re amazing, you know that.”  

“I know,” you reply with a wink.  

“You look gorgeous.  Let’s show you off to my old classmates.” He stood up and offered his hand. You took it, your engagement ring blinking in the soft light of the room.  

** 

As you entered the gymnasium, you took in the decorations. Navy blue and gold, the school colors, but whoever put them up made them tacky AF. Streamers and balloons glitter everywhere, it looks more for a tween than an adult party. “Gosh, this is... a lot,” you whispered to Nick.  

He laughed under his breath.  “It looks like something...” he stopped. “Stephanie.” You turned to see a blonde with blue eyes walk towards you. You tightened your grip on Nick’s hand as she approached but then you really saw her.  Heavily made up, a tight dress but you could clearly see it was not made for someone her age but rather someone twenty years younger.  She was trying too hard.  “Nicky!” She squealed. You huffed as she went to hug him.  

Nick tried to dodge the hug, but she came on full force.  “Hi Stephanie.”  

“Oh em gee! It has been so long. You look so...good,” she cooed as she looked him up and down, shamelessly checking him out.  Nick grew uncomfortable and took a step back, re-grasping your hand.  

“Thanks. Stephanie, I would like to introduce to you my fiancé, YN. Sweetheart, this is Stephanie Winter.”  

“Stephanie Adams,” she corrected. “Danny and I got married right after senior year. “ 

“Wow,” Nick replied.  You cleared your throat to stop laughing.  “Congratulations, I guess.”  

Stephanie looked you over and you could clearly see she was judging you. You didn’t shrink back, you stood proud next to Nick. “Well congratulations to you as well Nicky...”  

“Please, just Nick,” he interrupted. “Are you working on your dance career Stephanie? I remember that’s what you wanted to do in high school. “ 

“Oh, no,” she waved him off, “once I had the kids, I just stayed home with them.  Danny went to work at the real estate office.  What are you doing now?” 

“Oh, well I’m a professor at NYU and YN here just made partner at her law firm.” He looked over at you adoringly. “I’m so proud of her.  And with the wedding just a few weeks away, we are just living our best life.”  

“That’s great,” you can hear the tightness in her voice.  “Well, I have to get back, planning and decorating all of this has been so tough but it was really great to see you, Nick.”  She walked away and Nick let out a low whistle.  

“What is it baby?” 

“I fucking dodge a bullet with that one.”  You both let out loud laughs as you saw Stephanie walk over to a man who was balding slightly and had the beginnings of a beer gut.   

“Let me guess, Danny?” 

“Yep.” Nick shrugged. “I have no words.”  

Dotted around the room were photos of the class from their time at Cambridge High School.  You finally found one of Nick and you smiled.  He was as described, albeit a little more puppy fat on his frame.  However, he had a major glow-up in your honest opinion.  Nick was the hottest guy here.  As Nick returned with your glass of champagne, you curled into him.  “So, where would the most popular guy in the school take his date?” 

“Under the bleachers,” Nick replied. He looked at you and could see the look in your eyes. “Why?” 

“Because I want to erase all these bad memories from the football field,” you whispered in his ear.  

Nick swallowed and took your glass.  He set it down on the table and walked you out to the field.  He held your hand until you got to the field and then spun you around, pinning you to the chain link fence. He kissed you hard, hands in your hair until one drifted down to your thigh. He hiked your leg to his waist, allowing him to press his growing bulge right over your heat. “Nicky,” you moaned.  

“God, I love it when you say my name like that.  Only you baby, only you,” he said between rolls of his hips into you.  

You nipped his chin with kisses and down his neck.  “I thought we were supposed to be under the bleachers?” 

“Fuck that, I'll take you on the bleachers.” He swiftly took off his coat and laid it down before lowering you on top of it.  He spread your legs and found the scrap of fabric you called panties already wet from his kisses and touches. He pulled them down and pushed your skirt up more, exposing you to the cool air.  He quickly pushed his pants and boxers down, freeing his length and running the tip through your folds. “Fucking soaked baby. Such a good girl for me.”  He slowly pushed in, both of you moaning in relief.  

Nick started to fuck you, hard, taking out his emotions of seeing old friends and bitch cheerleaders on you.  You went with it, holding onto the back of the bleachers as he pounded into you.  He wished he could have seen your breast bouncing with each thrust but that would have to be later. He started to feel the tell-tale signs that you were close.  “C’mon baby, fuck, squeezing me so hard.  God, I love this pussy.” He changed the angle of your body and he hit that spot inside perfectly.  

“Nicky, fuck, gonna cum. So good, feel so good.”  

“Let go my sweetheart.  Cum for me.”  

The release was euphoric, sending you into another world as Nick followed suit and released ropes of hot cum inside you.  He slowed and laid on top of you for a moment.  

“The football field is amazing. So green,” he commented, making both of you laugh.  Nick took out a handkerchief and cleaned you gently before pulling your panties back on.  He redid his pants and then draped his jacket over your shoulders.  You walked back to the school where Stephanie was outside, smoking a cigarette.  She watched you approach, wrapped in each other.  

“And what were you two...” she trailed off as she could see your red lipstick all over Nick’s face and neck.  Your hair was a little less soft and more freshly fucked.  

“Oh, Nicky was just showing me the football field.  You know, reminiscing about his band days, and telling me about all the dreams he had about the bleachers,” you commented in a sugary sweet tone that was way more of a warming to her. You wrapped your body closer to Nick as you could get while not being naked.   

Nick chuckled at your subtle show of possessiveness.  “I think we are going to take off.  It was nice seeing you, Stephanie.  Good luck with everything.”  

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Night Shift | Craig x Kenny

first chapter of my new crenny fic! yeah its a fake dating AU but it’s going to be super fun and just the right amount of cheesy. very excited to share!

AO3 Link | 4k words | Chapter 1/? | Chapter 2

“Hey, McCormick,” Craig says. “You’ll do anything for a buck, right?”

Kenny cocks his head at the question. “What? I mean, it depends. But, kinda, yeah.”

Craig takes a deep breath before he asks, “You wanna be my boyfriend?”

Craig switched to the night shift.

It wasn’t hard, because no one wants the night shift at a 24 hour convenience store. When his manager, a greasy twenty-six year-old, asked him why, Craig just said he wanted time after school for extracurriculars. It was the same excuse he told his parents, who, instead of wondering why their son wanted to work from 9:00PM to 2:00AM, just said, “You do extracurriculars?”

Tolkien, Clyde, and Jimmy didn’t believe that excuse however, so he told them that he’d be making more money instead, which seemed to work.

Thankfully, nobody asked further than that.

It’s not too bad. Craig hates customers and he sees them way less than he did when he was working after school. He just sits behind the counter, plays games on his phone, does the occasional bit of homework, and tries not to think. Recently, he’s been testing the limits of the security cameras, trying to figure out blind spots. Not because he cares if people steal, of course, he couldn’t give less of a fuck. It’s just something to keep him occupied until the five hours run out.

He’s been on the night shift for over two weeks now, and he’s gotten used to the routine. He knows the students that come in after football games before they head off to their parties he’s not invited to. He knows which truck drivers will let him bum a cigarette from the packs they buy. And he knows that after midnight the store is completely dead.

Except this particular night, apparently. At one in the morning, the door opens. Craig looks up from his phone, first seeing a flash of blonde hair that makes his heart sink. But, then the blonde turns around and Craig has to hide the relief on his face.

“Craig Tucker?”

Kenny says his name with a strange familiarity, like he’s reuniting with an old friend instead of a classmate he barely speaks to. He’s not wearing that stupid traffic cone-colored parka he always has on, but instead a beat-up denim jacket, which is why Craig almost had him mistaken at first. 

“Yeah?” Craig responds, raising his brows. The last thing he wants to do right now is talk to anyone from school. At least it's Kenny and not any of his idiot friends. Craig classifies Kenny as a low-level dumbass, somewhat harmless, while Stan and the others are Certified Douchebags.

“When did you start working here?” Kenny asks, stepping up to the counter.

Fuck, he wants a conversation. “I don’t know, a while ago,” Craig replies.

“But where’s the usual night shift guy? Are you covering for him?” Kenny leans over the counter a bit while he speaks, which is a little too close for comfort. Craig avoids his eyes, instead looking down at what appears to be a spot of dried blood on his white t-shirt.

“Are you bleeding?” He asks.

“Probably. Did you trade shifts with the other guy? Me and him were just starting to become pals, you know?” Kenny’s bright eyes are bouncing around everywhere as he leans back again, glancing over candy bars and cigarette cartons and five-hour energy drinks on the counter. His general enthusiasm is making Craig feel more exhausted. He wonders if the blonde is on something. He’s heard some shit about what Kenny does when he’s missing school.

“I switched shifts like two weeks ago,” Craig replies, still looking at the blood stain, which actually looks a bit fresh in the light.

“Uh-huh, got it,” Kenny nods, finally leaving the counter to look through the aisles. Craig lets out a sigh, picking up his phone again to return to his game. After a minute or so, Kenny pipes up from the chip aisle. “Hey, didn’t you and Tweek break up two weeks ago?”

Craig grips his phone, looking up at Kenny who seems to be really interested in a bag of chips right now. “Why do you care?” It’s a genuine question, but Craig still tries to sound nonchalant when he asks it.

“‘Cause gossip is fun? I dunno,” the other responds flippantly, moving on to a bag of pretzels instead. He’s turned away now, moving further down the aisle, unaware that Craig is staring daggers at him. “I heard he dumped you in the parking lot and you got so mad you smashed a car window, then got in-school-suspension for two days.”

Craig slams his phone down on the counter, but Kenny doesn’t even flinch, simply turning back to him with an innocent expression.

“What?” The other asks. “Bebe told me that she saw the whole thing.”

“She-” Craig begins, nearly raising his voice. He cuts himself off, however, gritting his teeth for a moment. “Bebe is a fucking liar.”

Kenny seems to think about this accusation before responding. “Yeah, I didn’t really believe her,” he says, then ducks into another aisle. With Kenny out of sight, Craig deflates, running a hand through his hair. He’s no stranger to gossip in South Park, in fact he might be a veteran, but it’s been a while since someone regurgitated some bullshit they heard to his face. He can’t even be too mad, considering he’s talked plenty about every other breakup in their school- Stan and Wendy, Tolkien and Wendy, Tolkien and Nichole, Nichole and Kyle, in their small school, other people’s drama is prime entertainment.

The part of it that pisses him off isn’t that people are spreading rumors about the breakup. It’s the fact that, across every untrue story, people still know that it was Tweek who dumped Craig .

Kenny drops a 6-pack of beer on the counter and Craig is so preoccupied with his thoughts that he nearly rings it up before realizing what the item is. “Is this a joke?” Craig asks, looking back up at Kenny.

“Is what a joke?” The other asks, idly picking at his lower lip with his thumb. He pulls back the skin slightly, flashing a missing tooth, though it doesn’t look like he’s even aware of what he’s doing.

“Do you seriously think I’m going to let you buy this?” He says flatly. Kenny gives him a confused look, like he sincerely doesn’t know why Craig won’t check him out. “You’re not 21 McCormick, fuck off.”

“Are you sure about that?” Kenny asks, shuffling around in his pocket before pulling out a wad of cards and cash, held together by a rubber band. He slides a card out and places it on the counter, right in front of Craig.

It’s just about the worst fake ID he’s ever seen. It’s from Wyoming, the man in the picture barely resembles Kenny except for the blonde hair, and the text is chipping in certain places. Craig picks it up, bending the card just to see how flimsy it is.

Kenny is leaning on the counter again, wearing that stupid grin he always seems to sport as he watches Craig. “So, you’re twenty-seven,” Craig deadpans.

“Yes, sir,” Kenny chirps, eyeing the nicotine products. “And a pack of camels too,” he says, then adds, “Please.”

Craig sighs, putting the ID back on the counter. “I’m not selling you anything, McCormick.”

Kenny’s smile falters, though he tries to keep it up as his hand moves from his mouth to the back of his neck, anxiously rubbing it. “Come on, man. The other night guy always took my ID. You can ask him, too. He never even got in trouble for it.” Craig simply stares at him, eyes narrow. His shift ends in less than an hour, he just wants to go home and ignore everyone, not deal with an idiot like Kenny. “Craig,” Kenny says, almost whining . “Do me a solid, I’m not even gonna drink it. It’s for my dad and he’ll get pissed, okay?”

It’s not like Craig really cares about Kenny enough to look into his personal life, but it’s impossible not to know that he doesn’t have it easy at home. And maybe it’s because he’s sleep deprived, or he just wants Kenny to leave already, but Craig grabs the Camels. “Whatever.”

Kenny grins now, somehow even wider than before, as he drums his fingers on the counter. “I knew you were a good guy. You know, everyone thinks you’re an asshole, but I knew you weren’t.”

Craig scans each item, trying to convince himself that this isn’t a terrible idea. “I am an asshole,” he says. “And that’s $17.02”

Once again, Kenny flips through his rubber-band wad and pulls out a twenty. Instead of just handing it over, he places it on the counter, then slowly slides it to Craig. “Keep the change.”

Craig, unamused, takes the bill, glancing up at Kenny. “Really?”

“Hell no,” Kenny says with a laugh, grabbing his change once Craig puts it on the counter. He pauses, then leaves three dimes on the table. “There, you can keep that change.”

“I’ll try not to spend it all in one place,” he says, turning back to the cash register. Kenny picks up his items, but lingers by the counter, and Craig can feel his blue eyes on him. “What? Do you want a receipt or something?”

“So it’s true, then?” Kenny asks. Then, when Craig gives him a confused look, he says, “You and Tweek broke up?”

“Do you really want to push your luck with me right now, McCormick?” Craig asks, hopefully in a threatening enough voice that Kenny gets the message.

Instead, the blonde just laughs like this is some inside joke between the two of them and heads out the door, throwing a wave back at Craig as he exits.

In the wake of Kenny McCormick, the store feels almost eerily quiet, rather than the peaceful stillness that it was before. Still, Craig exhales, grateful that the entire interaction is over. He returns to his mindless phone game and tries not to think about Tweek or Kenny or even stupid Bebe spreading rumors about him.

School had been more annoying than usual. He and Tweek entered their senior year together, how was Craig supposed to know they wouldn’t finish it like that? Their schedules overlapped for three periods: History, calculus, and lunch. In class, he and Tweek always sat next to each other, so it wasn’t too difficult to just sit in the back instead, though some people were pissed that their unofficial seating chart had been messed with after three months of peace. He’d sit with the goths or the ugly kids and ignore the twitchy blonde across the room, constantly pretending that he wasn’t just staring when Tweek would catch his wayward glances.

Lunch, however, was more difficult. In the first few days, he avoided the cafeteria entirely, opting to eat alone in his car instead. Sure, if someone saw him it would be social suicide, but that would be better than sitting with his ex-boyfriend. By the end of the first week, Clyde had called him on the verge of tears, begging his best friend to come back and sit with them. Apparently, Tweek had started eating lunch in the art room instead, something that he told Clyde that he had texted Craig. What neither of them knew, however, was that Craig had blocked Tweek’s number the day they broke up.

So, he went back to eating lunch with his friends. Tolkien and Clyde sitting across from him, and Jimmy on his side, leaving an odd space as if Tweek is going to come and sit between them like he usually does. There’s a certain stiffness at the table that certainly wasn’t there before, and Craig understands that it’s probably his fault. He’s caused a few awkward moments when they’ve tried to ask about Tweek by quickly dropping the subject or just ignoring it entirely. Even their attempts to talk to him about anything at all are unsuccessful, as Craig is much more interested in staring silently at his food while he counts the minutes until lunch is over.

Today, he once again brings an uncomfortable energy to the lunch table. However, instead of fixating on his shitty meal, he’s looking right at Clyde. He didn’t want to linger on the rumor Kenny had told him the other night, but he couldn’t help it. Did Clyde tell Bebe about what happened and she decided to make up a more interesting story? Or did Bebe tell him what she “saw” and Clyde simply believed her? 

“What’s up, Craig?” Clyde asks, knitting his brows together. The two have made eye contact a few times over the last few minutes, but this is the first time Clyde hasn’t immediately looked away. The others at the table turn their attention to the two, feeling the tension.

“Clyde, when you and Bebe go out, do you guys just sit around and talk about my love life?” Craig asks. It comes out a bit harsher than he intends, but he’s always been one to be straightforward.

Clyde just gives him a confused look, then Craig watches the subsequent realization and fear come across his face. “What?”

“I heard a really interesting story from your girlfriend about how I got dumped, then broke a car window and got ISS,” Craig replies. “So I just wanted to know, do you guys sit and talk about my love life all the time, or just sometimes?”

“Wait, I thought t-t-that you tried to set f-fire to the car?” Jimmy says, which earns him a death glare from Craig.

“Don’t be mad,” Clyde whines, giving his friend a nervous smile. “It was just a rumor, I didn’t even believe her when she told me! I actually walked past the ISS room just to look for you.”

“So you do sit around and lie about my personal life,” Craig says, narrowing his eyes at Clyde. He then turns to Jimmy. “And you too? Tolkien, do you have any stories about my life I haven’t heard yet?” 

Tolkien, not as easily goaded into drama as Clyde, just shrugs. “Everyone was talking about it, man.”

Craig exhales, pinching the bridge of his nose. “And none of you just asked me?”

“We tried!” Clyde exclaims, earning a few hums of agreement from the rest of the group. 

“You didn’t really want to talk about it when we asked,” Tolkien adds.

Craig presses his lips together in a firm line. He can’t really argue with that. In the days after the break up, he didn’t have in-school suspension, he just faked a cold and stayed home, giving him plenty of time to just think about all of the things that would be different now. Besides the obvious, giant void in his life that Tweek left behind, there was also the issue of their mutual friends, which neither of them would want to lose. Craig knew that Tweek had forfeited lunch, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t in contact with their friends at all. The last thing Craig wanted was to make anyone choose sides.

To him, it felt like it would be in everyone’s best interest if he just left his friends out of it.

“Well, none of that stuff is true,” Craig mumbles, pushing the food on his tray around with his fork.

“So you d-didn’t set a car on fire?” Jimmy asks, scooting a bit closer to Craig.

“Or break the window?” Clyde adds.

“No,” Craig says flatly, rolling his eyes.

“And you didn’t get ISS?” Tolkien asks.

“No.”

“And Tweek didn’t break up with you?” Clyde asks, almost sounding hopeful.

Craig grips his fork tightly, staring down at the table. He pushes the tray of food away from himself, looking back up at three sets of curious eyes. “That’s- Yeah, he did.”

“Really? Like, he dumped you ?” Clyde doesn’t even try to hide the disbelief in his voice. Tolkien elbows him in the side at the comment, shooting Clyde a glare before turning to Craig with a sympathetic look.

“That sucks, man. I’m sorry,” he says, and Craig wants to crawl into his hoodie and never be seen again.

“It’s whatever,” Craig says, once again looking back down at the table. “I just don’t get why everyone thinks that I’m the one who got dumped.” 

The rest of the boys exchange glances, and Craig hates the silent debate they seem to be having over his head. “C-c-can I be honest with you for a second, p-pal?” Jimmy finally says, reaching up to put a hand on Craig’s shoulder.

“Go ahead,” Craig replies.

“In a b-b-breakup, there’s usually a winner, a-and a loser,” he begins, and Craig has a bad feeling that he knows where this is going. “Usually, the p-person who dumps the other is the w-w-winner.”

“What makes you guys think I’m not the winner?” Craig asks, looking between his friends. Once again, no one seems to want to answer.

“W-well, Craig, you k-k-kind of look like shit,” Jimmy finally says.

Craig scoots back from him, rolling the other’s hand off his shoulder. “Fuck off, Jimmy.” 

“He’s only saying that because we’re worried about you,” Tolkien says. “You barely talk to anyone, you always have your headphones in, plus now that you have the stupid night shift, basically no one has seen you outside of school.”

“We’re totally here for you, dude,” Clyde says, nodding in agreement. “Breakups are so hard, especially for the loser.”

“Thanks, Clyde,” Craig says flatly, moving to pick up his backpack.

Clyde winces at the remark. “I didn’t mean it like that. Don’t leave, man, you can talk to us!”

Craig stands, sliding his backpack over his shoulders. There’s still twenty minutes left in the period, but if he sits there any longer he might just explode. 

“W-w-we don’t think of you like that, C-Craig,” Jimmy adds, and Craig knows that he’s being sincere. If his friends think he’s handling the breakup badly, that’s okay with him. What’s not okay is that, apparently, Tweek is walking around doing just fine without him.

“It’s fine, I don’t care,” Craig says, picking up his tray. “You can all think what you want, okay? I’m fine. I’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

He can hear his friends calling his name, but Craig is already walking away from the table, trying not to be so aware of everyone’s eyes on him as he storms out of the lunchroom.

As he walks away from the table, he can hear his friends call his name, but it’s too late. Craig spends the rest of lunch alone under the bleachers, smoking a cigarette while his headphones blast Radiohead, acutely aware that he really does look like a loser.

Days later, he’s still thinking about it. Craig stands in the snack aisle, restocking the instant noodles, while it repeats like a mantra in his head; Tweek won, you lost.

It’s now been almost three weeks since the breakup. Three weeks of staring at the other’s blocked contact in his phone, deleting shared playlists, and aimlessly scrolling through old photos like he’ll find something he missed before, something that explains why . When they had their last conversation, Tweek had said “I think we both knew this was going to happen,” and all Craig could say in response was “What are you talking about?”

He looks down at the cup noodles in his hand. Suddenly, just lifting his arm to put it on the shelf feels like the hardest task in the world.

“I really don’t think that’s the best flavor choice,” pipes up a voice from beside him, and Craig jolts upright, turning to the stranger.

Kenny is standing at the end of the aisle in his dirty orange parka, hands shoved in his pocket, wearing the shit-eating grin he always has on.

“When did you get here?” Craig asks, letting his shoulders relax as he returns to his restock. He keeps his face down, hoping that Kenny didn’t see his momentary existential crisis just then.

“Like, a minute ago. Did you not hear the bell when I came in?” Kenny steps closer, peering over Craig’s shoulder at the products. “I guess not, you seemed pretty into these noodles. But, I gotta say, I think shrimp’s the worst flavor. Not that I know what real shrimp would taste like, but the cup noodle flavor is just too fake.”

Craig’s barely listening, trying to finish quickly. He just wants to go back behind the counter where he’s safe because Kenny is way too close to him right now. “I’ll keep that in mind,” he says, turning to walk away from the other.

Kenny, however, follows right behind him. “Have you ever made ramen chips? You just put the seasoning in the bag then you crush the ramen up and eat it like that. Like, no need for hot water or anything. My brother and I used to make it all the time. It’s just like chips, it’s pretty good.”

“Mhm,” he hums. Luckily, Kenny isn’t facing him, or he’d see the grimace on Craig’s face right now. The dark-haired boy steps behind the counter, finally separating himself from Kenny, dropping the empty ramen box on the floor beside him. 

“What did you think of the chem quiz today?” Kenny asks, flipping through the magazine rack.

The question catches him off-guard, and it takes Craig a second to realize that, oh yeah , Kenny is in his chemistry class. The blonde usually hides himself away in the back corner if he even attends class at all. “It was fine, I guess.”

Kenny nods. “Yeah, I think all this gas stuff has been tripping me up. I pretty much bullshitted the last page, but I think Mrs. Dawson wants to fuck me so I’ll probably be okay. I swear, every time she goes to help Kevin Stoley with a problem, she bends over right in front of me so I can see her ass. Like, it’s totally on purpose.”

“Are you here to buy something or just talk about random shit?” Craig asks. 

Kenny doesn't respond at first, and Craig can see the way his smile falters, how he stops flipping through the magazines for a second. When he looks up, his expression is sheepish, and Craig feels like an asshole.

“Sorry,” Kenny finally says. “I’m rambling, right? I’m kinda high, the guys always get annoyed at how much I talk when I smoke.”

He’s never been great at reading people, but it’s pretty obvious he just hit one of Kenny’s nerves. Before he can really think about it, he finds himself saying, “No, I’m sorry.” Both boys look surprised at the apology, and Craig figures he’d better explain himself. “You’re fine, I’m just tired and it’s been a shit day.”

Kenny’s expression softens, and Craig feels a bit lighter. “It’s okay,” he says. “I can’t blame you, dude. I guess you heard about Tweek, huh?”

The air in the room stills for a second as the two exchange a panicked glance.

“Shit, I shouldn’t have-” Kenny starts.

“What about Tweek?” Craig cuts him off, but Kenny keeps talking.

“I’m high, I’m rambling, just forget about it. Fuck.”

“Kenny,” Craig says, watching as the other mutters to himself, shaking his head. “Kenny!” He repeats, louder this time.

“It’s nothing,” Kenny says, but the high pitch of his voice tells Craig it’s definitely not nothing. “It’s a rumor, total bullshit.”

Craig sighs, knowing he probably shouldn’t ask. But he already lies awake at night thinking about what Tweek’s doing without him, he might as well lie awake knowing what his ex is up to. “Just tell me.”

Kenny gnaws on his lip for a second, nervously picking at the hem of his jacket before he speaks. “Don’t shoot the messenger, okay? But there was this thing at the skate park a few days ago and I heard that Tweek showed up with Pete Thelman.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Craig exclaims, causing Kenny to flinch.

“I said don’t shoot the messenger!” Kenny says, raising his hands defensively. “All I heard was that they were there together, it’s literally nothing. Don’t worry about it.”

Craig barely hears the other, already feeling a pit in his chest starting to form. He wants to bash his head against the counter or trash the entire convenience store. But, he also wants to curl up on the floor and never be seen again. While he’s wasting away every day in the back of his classes, or locked in his room, or working the worst job at a near-empty store, Tweek is okay. Of course everyone knows he got dumped, apparently his ex is already moving on.

“Craig, are you good?” Kenny asks, leaning over the counter a bit. “Should I like, call someone?”

For the last few weeks, Craig has felt like there was a hole inside him, slowly growing to consume every part of his life. But, right now, something feels different. Even if it is a bullshit rumor, hearing about Tweek like this is sparking something in him.

He’s fucking pissed.

“Hey, McCormick,” Craig says. “You’ll do anything for a buck, right?”

Kenny cocks his head at the question. “What? I mean, it depends. But, kinda, yeah.”

Craig takes a deep breath before he asks, “You wanna be my boyfriend?”

[modstarfell]

May I ask for headcanons you have about each character from Blowback?

This took... a lot longer then I thought it would, I hope these suffice! Doing so many in one post was.. a lot/nm

Akeru - The bandages in her hair while may look silly at first, often play a part in letting her get through places that would normally require a mask as theyre made from the same material. - Various scars all over her body from different things but they are mostly kept out of sight via her clothing - Her hair clips were given to hr by her original clan and she values them as her prized possession as parts of them are real gold - LOVES jokes, doesnt get to tell many though shes just not good at them.

Chinami - I like to think her real hairstyle is much different from any of the wigs she wears, this hairstyle was featured in her concept art but wasn't used... It was revamped to cat-girl hairstyle but I like to think this might've been her hair (sprite below to show my attempt to recreate it)

- Always carries a comb at the LEAST on her. Maybe a brush if she feels like carrying it but it's usually a comb. - Bobby pins. She unintentionally ends up leaving on everywhere she goes. They fall out of her pockets and she's given up picking them up - Does genuinely care for her classmates despite her attitude.... She's been caught once resting against Tato but denies any claims.

Kana - Her ponytail works the same as typical DR Ahoge's work, it's just brought back further. She has it up but even when it's down it can move like one. - Gets protective over her friends; fears she'll lose them if they hang out with others more because all she can do is silly voices.... - Watch out for her though because she'll sometimes use it to mimic tv show characters for fun and while it's accurate hearing a minion out of nowhere gets confusing - Her nicknaming habit originally started from a fellow co-worker when she was younger. They'd give everyone nicknames; her's being kasy(kah-sey)

Kanjiro - Tism. Aliens are his special interests. - He is very blind to the "fighting" Akeru and Kana seem to be having for his attention.. They are both his friends and he tries to spend time with everyone as even as he can. - I like to think he took after his father... His father having been an archer before something happened and he had to stop, but Kanjiro wanted to follow in his footsteps.. and now he's also archer! - He does better shooting a moving target instead of a standing still target; which is why he tries to get Akeru's help with targeting an apple on her head. (typically for archers hitting a moving target is much harder)

Kazuki - His hair is surprisingly really soft even despite how sharp his ahoge looks - His luck doesn't have any direct influence-ability to anything in the world directly unlike the other lucky students; although he has a good knack for finding "lost things" a lot easier. He's found tons of money that has been left behind on streets ect - Struggles with telling people no, often ends up in some situation he totally wasn't prepared for cause of it - Is considered a good listener but half the time it's due to the fact it takes him a moment to process what's going on around him; others will talk his ear off about situations and he listens to it all to piece things together.

Mai - Knows at least two languages but is always willing to learn more. (Currently fluent in eng and jpn) - Runs around with a clipboard always on hand with her, there's tons of notes clipped to it and at the bottom there's an attached white board she keeps around to help her remember things on a schedule. - Her hair clip was a gift from an old friend of hers from an archeology adventure she'd taken part in. - Has a habit of calling everyone her older siblings... No one knows if they're actually older or younger then her since she's so small they just go along with it.

Mikihiko - Petty is 100% a projection of what he wants to be like.. talking through Petty helps his confidence - Coming to the academy was really the first time Miki was able to dress the way he wants to without pressure - Designed his outfit himself with the ability from his doll making, although it was difficult he has a pretty solid feeling for designing things! - Has a collection of press-on nails that he's kept from his sisters because he struggles to let go of everything entirely. He also has a habit of chewing on his real nails really bad.

Misako - Is actually aware she's related to Kazuki, and since they're siblings her hair is just as soft as his is. - Her cat tie was a gift from the museum she works with as an anniversary thank you for her dedication to the place. - She went with her and Kazuki's father, and Kazuki ended up with mother but went into the care of their grandfather - Has a pretty big watch collection that she doesn't talk about; a big fear of running late/running out of time be it for doing something at work of getting to a place on time. She's very punctual because of this. - Sometimes has information overload where she'll fizzle out, doesn't even bother putting her hair up and just walk around her usual duties in more of a daze (someone please stop her)

Ryo - His earring are matching with his brother, they weren't his idea originally but he can't say no to his brother. - Batman fan.... If you don't know the source of this... Well, I can't say really. - Went to a private school before Hopes Peak entry; the change from private to high-rank who allows so many people through their doors is a BIG adjustment for him. - It takes a REALLY long time for him to open up to his classmates if at all; he'll use note-passing to talk or use sign language to try and communicate before he actually starts speaking.

Seina - Despite her friendliness, her upbringing has made it very hard for people to understand her and for her to understand them. She tends to talk more fancy as the events she often found herself at tended to be big parties hosted by either her family or friends of family. - She often jokes around that she's adopted Kana like her little sister. They can usually be seen messing around together, the later helping her feel more relaxed like a normal girl. - She's a VERY curious girl; picks up a lot of random things shes found on adventures, usually it's various stones. - The gem she wears is a Amethyst, she believes ghosts can exist anywhere and uses the gem to both protect herself and keep calm to try and not startle them as well

Shozo - He definitely holds the record for fastest cube solving. It doesn't matter which dimensions. He holds it. - Tired so often that he tries to avoid his classmates since they aren't "useful" enough to him. He's exhausted from solving cubes so much even though it's second nature for him and he does it every chance he can. - Has accidentally ended up skipping classes from sleeping in trying to fix his sleep schedule... Always gets reprimanded by Misako for it. - ambidextrous. I refuse to think otherwise. Will write with one hand, cube with the other because of this.

Tato - Likely can tell if a crop is close to expiring just by looking at how it's aged - Picks the sweetest and freshest strawberries for Chinami because they remind him of her; using various formula's hes gained from farming to find them - He's very used to the sun but even with his sun hat; he burns very easily causing him to get anxious being outside without his hat on. - He absolutely suggests for a school trip to come to the farm since there's tons they could learn and it would be cool to show everyone what he knows in real time!

Torae - Can tell the smell of certain makers that were used when they're in the mix of drying (like if it was 'dry-erase' or sharpie) from how often they were used to modify blue prints. - Isn't afraid to just pick up one of her classmates to stop them from doing things that might cause trouble later down the line, but is also more then willing to use her strength to help get the other up higher if they need something and a steady hand. - Do. Not. Let. Her. Chicken. Fight. Whether she's on top or bottom she's terrifying if you try and play chicken fight in the pool. - Goes for morning runs; usually drags a random-unsuspecting classmate along with her.

Toshiro - He rarely takes off his necklace; It was given to him by the "only person who believed I could manage to get into this school." This being said, he takes his earrings out at night to prevent breakage and getting jabbed with them while he sleeps - Plays with his hair when he's nervous but it's usually the two dyed strands he plays with the most. - Spends his free time doing laps in the court yard to keep in shape - Despite seeming intimidating, he's usually the one who manages to get the class going when it's time for gym class. Turning it into a competition just enough to get even Shozo motivated to work out.

Yosaku - He gets cold very, very easily. Having to bundle up even on warmer days and winter is absolutely abysmal for him. - Collaborates with Tato from time to time to help make sure that their classmates are getting proper meals in their systems. - Has bonded with Akeru from him telling jokes out in the open to 'practice' and noticed her lingering around and laughing at them from time to time. - Helps Seina create songs for her to cover with her violin while at the academy and occasionally Kana has joined in and the three of them creating some fun song covers together. He has also made a little social media platform for this but it's under an alias to keep both girls hidden from public.

Yukari - In her bookbag there's usually her own copy of her book, and some other "every day supplies" being pencil, notebook paper, bandages ect. - She prefers to sit back and watch how her classmates interact with each other rather then gaining direct friends herself. Often finding herself to be 'too awkward' in comparison. - When she has a crush she tends to cling to them a lot more... One of the few people she can "trust" and will often read their emotions and begin to talk for them out of habit. - Usually has her nails painted a very light pink with a shine to where they almost look natural but you can tell something is different if you look closer.

[makespaceforspirit]

Collage by K. Ibura

Last month, I ran across a post on IG. It argued that people who like to avoid being seen were often bullied as children. I showed it to my cousin, and I said, I like to hide out but I wasn't bullied as a child. She squinted at me to see if I was serious. "You weren't bullied as a child?!?" she asked, her voice challenging me to think again.

I've talked about my penchant for avoiding the spotlight all my life. I love anonymity. It's one of the things I love about living in New York as opposed to my hometown of New Orleans. I have a big family and everywhere you go, you're running into a relative or a friend or a high school classmate. It's not that I don't want to see and connect with my community, I just like feeling I can live my life without eyes on me.

I've always accredited my comfort in the shadows with being the middle child of five. When there was so much chaos in the house, if I kept quiet, I wouldn't get caught breaking the rules, lol. I've never needed or desired public witness. I have my circle of friends whose gaze I enjoy receiving and I love reveling in the appreciative gaze of a colleague who is in the trenches with me or a beloved who holds me in affectionate embrace. But if the average person looks past me, I'm just fine with that.

Welp, upon closer examination, I can say I was bullied as a child... a lot. I didn't have a bully in the classic sense. There was no one at school who bullied me, no recurring person causing me physical or emotional harm. (My brothers were big bullies at home, but that's another story.) Instead I was consistently and constantly bullied by strangers.

In the 90s, me and my family were oddballs. We were vegetarian at a time where people thought yogurt was exotic. We shopped at Whole Foods when one of its early stores was cramped into a residential building in New Orleans. But what offended strangers was my short natural hair. They were relentless. The simple bus ride from school to home would be full of people's horrible opinions. I got called Grace Jones and Kojak more times than I can remember. And when I wasn't avoiding the glares and wounding words of people who didn't appreciate my hair, I was dodging the advances of men—grown men, young adult men, teenagers. Men were predatory and persistent, sucking their teeth, commenting on our bodies, grabbing our hands, demanding our phone numbers. The public world was a minefield.

For some people, the type of hostility I faced would make them want to change themselves. I never wanted to change myself, I just wanted people to leave me alone. Invisibility would have been a gift. I craved attention from my friends and from an adoring teenage boy who would love me for who I was, but other than that, everyone else could walk on past.

It's funny how the influences of our formative years don't necessarily disappear on their own. I've fought the pull towards invisibility over the course of my entire writing career. I remember when I launched my very first website, I had a tiny, tiny picture of myself with a colored overlay on it. Someone wrote in to tell me he couldn't really see my picture. And I wrote back, what does my writing have to do with what I look like?

All those years ago, I wanted people to love the words, and to my view that had nothing to do with knowing or loving me. So when I pulled A Fierce Desert Flower (as discussed in the previous post) and read its description about being seen, I took a deep breath and let the message in.

Rae Diamond, author of The Cantigee Oracle cards writes: Something in you or in your life is ready to explode in color and presence, and to be seen. And as is the purpose of any flower, this is something that will bring further support to you once you let it show. We all want to magnetize and draw support to us. When bring seen has historically brought the opposite, it is just instinct to shun the spotlight. I've learned that I'm very comfortable being seen when I'm helping others find ways to free their voices and engage with their authentic selves. I don't mind being seen when I'm being a contribution and sharing the challenges and hacks of my journey with others. I still avoid posting pictures of myself and daily slices of my life as much as I can, but have been committed to doing what I can to support a long healthy life for my writing.

Do you struggle with being seen? If so, what encourages you to share yourself against your instincts? I truly believe a harmonious world is one where we all have the space to express our thoughts, feelings and creativity. Those expressions all call for being seen. I will continue meditating on ways to be and express without letting the punishing gaze of my past silence my communications. I will pray for your voice to be unfettered and free!

🙏🏾🙏🏾

Onward!

—K. Ibura

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#5

I know you too well - Mason Mount

Request: Can you write one with mason where your boy (4 years old) asked you to call his daddy because he misses him and wants to talk to him and then when you’re at the phone he asked you if you can let him talk to his daddy on his own, he tells Mason that you’re not feeling very well but at the end you’re pregnant

Tag list: @masonxomount​ @chelsealover​

The days where Mason was forced to stay away from you because of his hectic working schedule were the worst ever. Especially lately, since you had been feeling particularly tired due to your working shifts and taking care of your 4 year old son, Y/S/N. He was the light of your life, always bringing the most happy smiles to your face, exactly like his dad.

He also inherited his father’s energy and love for football so sometimes it became quite stressful keeping up with him: in the morning you would drop him at the nursery, then, when you didn’t have papers to fill out or chores to do, you did play with him until it became time to prepare something to eat for dinner.

You thought work and your full time job as a mum were the things to blame for your particularly tired state.

“Mummyyyy” Y/S/N came running to you, who were trying to rest a bit before doing the laundry.

“Yes, baby?”

“When will daddy come back?” He was such a daddy’s boy, if it were up to him he would have followed him everywhere.

“A couple of days, sweetheart. Do you miss him?”

Your boy put on a sad pout, nodding to your question.

A sad smile appeared on your face, as it made you so miserable seeing one of the two boys of your life like that.

“Come here” You took him in your arms to place him in your lap. You cuddled him in your arms, placing sweet kisses on his head and looking at his face, a perfect mix of yours and Mason’s best features.

“We could call him so you could tell him about your day at school while eating the chocolate cookies mummy baked just for you. What do you think?”  

Your words put him in a better mood, as he nodded with a happy smile this time, making you smile too.

You grabbed your phone from the armrest of the sofa you were sitting on and searched for Mason’s number to dial on Facetime. You placed another kiss to your giggling baby before setting the phone on the cafe table before you so you could hold your son on your lap.

“Hey daddy!”

“My favourite people ever! How are you?” Mason’s beaming smile welcomed you. He was resting on his bed, his right arm holding his head against the headboard.

“We’re fine, what about you?” You answered, looking at your son then to his father.

“Daddy I miss you” Y/S/N confessed in a soft voice, fiddling with the drawstring of his grey sweatpants, matching with the one Mason got.

You let out a soft laugh as you pressed a kiss to his soft cheek.

“I miss you too bud but I’ll be back on friday, I promise!”

“We did a lot of drawings at school today and the teacher said mine were the best in the class!”

“Really?? I can’t wait to see them, I’m so proud of you!”

Your son’s features light up at his dad’s words, he was literally his everything, he was his hero and the fact that all his classmates would have him as their idol made his love for his parent grow even more.

“Go and grab that beautiful drawing you did of your grannies, I’m sure daddy will love it!”

“Hey”

Y/S/N jumped down from your lap and ran towards his room to take it, making you and Mason laugh out loud.

It was also a way to let you two have a little moment of intimacy.

“Hey”

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498 note - Postate 21 febbraio 2022

#4

Mc Flurry Mount - Mason Mount

Request: Hey can you write one with mason where y/n is pregnant and she wanted ice cream in the middle of the night so she wakes up mason and then , they went to a late night drive 😂

Warning: none, just fluffy dad! Mason

Tag list: @masonxomount​ @chelsealover​

Here you go again. Another pregnancy craving. In the middle of the night.

This time your craving is so specific you can't just walk down to your kitchen, open the cupboard and scoff down some chocolate biscuits or other random things. You crave McDonald's Mc Flurry ice cream, preferably with that dark chocolate topping and hazelnut grains. The mouth-watering idea of that treat is such a persistent idea in your mind that going on with your sleep is literally impossible. 

The only problem is that you have to wake Mason up to drive you to the place where your craving could be satisfied, that is to say the nearest McDonald’s.

"Mase please, wake up. I don't want our baby to be born with a Mc Flurry shaped birthmark"

"Mase? Mase? Mason?? Tony??" You call him, shaking him a little as you try to wake him up since he is sound asleep, snoring.

Having to wake him up makes you feel so miserable.

Finally Mason stirs a bit and groans.

"Fuck, it's just 3 AM…"

"Y/N…what time is it?" He asks groggily, without being able to open his eyes that are still heavy with sleep.

Mason moves his arm clumsily to reach for his phone on the bedside table. 

A louder and frustrated groan leaves his lips as he reads the time written in the white font on the display.

"I'm sorry, babe but I'm craving ice-cream really bad…"

“There isn’t any ice-cream in the freezer?”

He sighs, rubbing his eyes, letting them adjust to the light coming from your phone. The tired midfielder rests his weight on his elbow, as he tries to look at your figure in the dark.

You look back at him , smiling as you take in his perfect body; you don’t need the light to help you trace his profile, you know him by heart and you will never get tired of him.

“No, baby, we don’t have any Mc Flurry in the house” You giggle at his pointless question. “We need to drive to McDonald’s to get it…oh look! If we order an Oreo Mc Flurry and some donuts we’ll get 20% off!”

“Amazing…” Mason doesn’t sound as excited as you are while scrolling through the restaurant’s app, looking for some coupons.

“Please baby, I’m craving those so bad your baby is kicking so hard”

“Did she start kicking??” 

You’ve entered the fourth month of your pregnancy almost two weeks ago and your baby should start kicking at any given moment and you, especially Mason, are eagerly waiting for that moment to arrive. In order to persuade him to get up from your bed and get you that ice-cream you decide to pretend your daughter started kicking.

“Not yet, silly” You chuckle at his excited reaction, running your hand through his messy hair, as he rushes to place his ear on your belly trying to hear something.

As he realizes you just made fun of him he gets up and looks at you so badly you fear for your life, if only looks could kill.

“Come on, get dressed” Mason orders you as he lazily takes a jumper that can go with his joggers, together with a pair of sunglasses.

“What are you doing with those? It’s pitch black outside!” 

“I don’t want people to recognize me or paparazzi shooting pics of us getting some ice-cream”

“World doesn’t revolve around you, superstar”

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515 note - Postate 3 aprile 2022

#3

Forehead kisses in Monaco - Mason Mount

Request: it’s the first time mason show you off in an event ( obviously the f1 one here ) and you’re too shy and he just found this the cutest ever , also not leaving your side all the day and kissing your forehead at any chance 🥺

Warning: Mason being the cutest boyfriend ever 

Tag list: @masonxomount @chelsealover​

Getting used to your boyfriend being a celebrity was not the easiest thing ever, even less when he’s one of the most promising football talents of the moment and everybody would follow his every step.

Despite all of this, Mason tried to act as normal as possible, as he knew that kind of world wasn’t your thing at all: you were so shy the sight of a camera only could make you really nervous.

He loved you so much he just wanted what’s best for you so he tried to keep you away from the spotlight as much as he could but you knew the moment he would show you off would have arrived sooner or later. That happened during the weekend where he was invited to Monaco for the F1 Grand Prix that would take place in the namesake Principality.

You were really looking forward to that weekend, seeing a new place in the company of the person you loved the most, but you were also kind of frightened because of your introverted self.

The first day you got there you started off with a boat trip in the bay of Montecarlo, where you tried to bask in the warm sun shining on your skin as well as the droplets of salty water gushing out and ending up on your arms.

In the meanwhile Mason was busy taking some pics for the sponsorship he was working with.

He took a seat right in front of you. 

You looked at him through the dark lenses of your sunglasses, admiring his body clad in that simple but hot look that was the Rhude checkered shirt, with a black top underneath and black jeans. He always looked like an angel to you, the hottest angel, those days even more if that was possible.

When your eyes met his, Mason grinned and called it a wrap. He got closer to the spot where you were sitting, the sunshine gracing your soft skin.

"Hey, are you enjoying it so far?"

"Yeah, I mean I love seeing you getting a whole photoshoot"

"I can make one for you too" He took his phone out of his pocket and started taking pictures of you, obviously a lot of ugly and blurry pictures. 

"Mase stop that!" You laughed as you tried to cover the camera with your hand.

"I'm working, let me work in peace!" He leant forward to kiss your forehead. 

That impromptu shooting ended when one of the staff members that organized the Monaco trip told you to get ready because you were going to get off the boat.

As soon as you got down Mason held your hand firmly in his, as you walked behind him.

You tried to focus on how happy Mason looked, the interest he showed while talking to the Red Bull drivers as you tried to fake a smile.

Even though you were mentally prepared for what would have happened in Monaco, like paps, fans, camera flashing and so on, you were visibly annoyed while, on the other hand, your boyfriend was apparently enjoying it.

You were really thankful for your sunglasses in the moment, otherwise you would have glared at literally anyone. 

Apart from the cameras, another thing that made you kind of nervous was that posh and new place, where you were supposed to meet a lot of new people and that was a really hard task given that you were really shy.

Mason knew you very well and he was really glad you decided to overcome your fears to go with him to such a huge event. That's why he never let go of his hold on your hand, brushing his thumb in the space between your own thumb and your forefinger. 

"They must think you're one of those guys who can't leave his girlfriend alone for a minute, or more likely they will think I'm a whiny, spoiled baby who only wants to be with her rich boyfriend" You blurted out as you were taking a stroll around the race track. 

"What?" Mason stopped for a moment and excused himself, as he noticed you were getting a bit too stressed. He took you to a more secluded place, where you could relax and talk for a moment.

"What's wrong?" He asked softly.

You were seated opposite to each other, you on a glass coffee table and he on a light wooden chair.

Even though your eyes were looking down towards the ground, you knew Mason's was right on your face. His hands were gently placed on your knees, his fingers lightly tapping the underside of your thighs.

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620 note - Postate 2 giugno 2022

#2

Beautiful boy - Mason Mount

Request : You are 5 almost 6 months pregnant and you found out you will have a baby boy. So you guys spend the week over at his family. After a day out, which tired you more than usual, you and mason head to his bedroom to get ready for bed as everyone went to bed. While Mason has a football game as background on tv ; he is scrolling through his phone. You are cuddled into his side with your back against his chest  , scrolling too on your phone and Mase is craddling your baby bump. You found some pictures from Ben’s birthday party, Christmas&New years Eve that you spent with his family as well some pictures from a mini holiday just you two for his birthday. You are like “Omg” and Mase panicks that something happened to you and the baby. You show him all the pictures and he was clueless at what you are hinting at. You are like” Its the fact that I was growing our baby boy and didn’t even know it”. He then gets all cocky and goofy. But then is all soft. Just all cute and fluff (requested by @raremasey )

Warning: a tiny bit of sexual innuendos but, apart from that, it's all so fluffy

Tag list: @masonxomount​​ @chelsealover​ @masterclassbaby​​

“I’m stuffed”

“They say you have to eat for two now”

“Well, I feel like I’ve eaten for the three of us actually”

Mason laughed, closing your bedroom’s door behind him.

That week you were guests at his parents' as it was nearly Christmas and Debbie wanted to have all the family gathered around to spend the most wonderful time of the year together, that desire being stronger since you and Mason were expecting your first baby and she wanted to spoil you the best she could while living what they say to be the happiest moment in a woman's life. That day in particular turned out to be especially tiring as you spent all the morning and part of the afternoon out for some Christmas shopping, looking for presents and that kind of things, and then went to have dinner at the nicest restaurant in Portsmouth. Needless to say by the end of the day, you were so tired you wanted to see nothing but your bed.

“God, I’m bloated” You whined in front of the full-length mirror hanging on the wall that was showing you the body of a six months pregnant woman wrapped in an elegant dark blue, wrap velvet dress.

“Don’t blame it on the dinner now” The sarcastic jab about your condition your boyfriend just whispered in your neck while hugging you from behind, won him a glare as you batted his hands away from around your stomach.

“That’s all your fault” You muttered, pointing your finger at him.

“My fault?” He chuckled in disbelief “It takes two to tango, babe”

It was crazy how a simple item like a ring could awake such powerful feelings.

His answer left you without anything to retaliate with which was quite unusual for you.

As you stood before the wooden desk that you would use as a table top to leave the jewels you were taking off, you stopped thinking of something to say when your eyes fell on the eternity ring Mason gave you to celebrate the news of your pregnancy: it was a beautiful band ring in platinum with a circle of diamonds all around.

It became a sort of a ritual to admire that symbol of love every time you would let it twirl around your finger or take it off. Just by looking at it you would feel all the love, the overwhelming emotions you felt the moment you opened the small box before his impatient eyes.

“So? You don't have anything to say?” 

He got closer to you and placed a silent kiss on your cheek, moving the hair falling down your shoulder behind your back. His fingers moved to your back to unzip your dress, knowing you would have appreciated him helping you with what had become a difficult action to do lately.

“Nope” You said under your breath as you kept your stare fixed on the shiny thing in your hands. Mason tilted his head to the side as he was trying to get his head around what was going on with you, why your mood changed all of a sudden.

His eyes landed on the ring too, smiling as he grasped what was going on in your head at that moment.

“Are you okay?”

You nodded in response, giving him a quick peck on the tip of his nose.

The smile you gave him when you nodded confirmed Mason what he thought was going on in that pretty head of yours was right but you weren't the kind of person to talk out loud about such moments that made you feel the most intense emotions. He knew that and it was alright, he wouldn’t have forced you, he just needed to know you were alright.

“Move over” You mimicked him to move away so you could take your usual seat between his legs, earning a giggle from him.

As you left him to get in your en suite bathroom to get changed for the night, he sat on the bed of the guest room you were staying in and turned on the tv to catch up on the latest news from the football world which meant watching that day’s highlights as well as gaffers and fellow players’ interviews.

Those past months you had been living with your other half growing your unborn baby, surrounded by the people that were most important to you, instilled a sense of gratitude in your heart which was so strong it made you feel at peace with the world, as if nothing bad could ever happen. Mason was proving to be the loveliest life companion, always ready to meet your needs despite his heavy agenda, as well as his family. You had always been among those people who thought they couldn’t trust other people other than their own family but in that case you had to change your mind as the Mounts were being really supportive.

The natural consequence of those serene thoughts was the soft smile that curved your lips, that never ceased to leave your lips, not when you brushed your make-up remover pad over your painted lips nor when you left your classy attire to change into a more comfortable one for the night.

When you were ready, you joined your boyfriend in your bedroom and smiled at the sight of him sprawled on the bed all cozy with his ruffled hair, in his grey sweatpants and jumper look you loved so much on him.

“Come here” He sat with his back against the headboard so could use his chest as your backrest, as you would usually like to do when having your little, sweet moments of cuddles and pillow talk before going to sleep.

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674 note - Postate 25 ottobre 2022

Il mio post numero 1 del 2022

Mummy was mine first - Mason Mount

Request: I have a request of a drunk Mason with his newly pregnant girlfriend - him getting all emotional thinking the new baby will take his girl away from him. Stuff like lifting her shirt and talking to his baby saying things like “remember your mummy was mine first 🥺”

Warning: Mason may sound like a prick in this but it was just for the sake of the story 💔

Tag list: @masonxomount @chelsealover @masterclassbaby​

The moment you told Mason you were pregnant with your first child, he swore he couldn’t have been happier. He was literally on cloud nine, eager to live that unique and special experience with you, the love of his life.

As most of the things we have to deal with throughout our lifetime, it wasn’t all fun and games as expected. Actually you had to deal with a lot of changes that would come as the result of your newly found condition: the mood swings, the cravings, all the shopping for the baby, all the readings on how to teach things to your baby, how to grow him up perfectly and, at last but not least, all the potential dangers you had to be careful of.

It was a hell of a ride but it was worth it in the end, or that’s what you hoped at least.

He was absolutely crazy for you and he wanted to remember that image of you forever. Mason grabbed his Polaroid and took the most beautiful pictures of you naked, with your hair dishevelled on the pillow, the white bed sheets covering your lower body as you let your hands caress your baby bump.

In that moment the English footballer swore he never saw a woman as gorgeous as you, he really meant it when he said that the pregnancy made you even more beautiful than you already were. He thought it turned you into a goddess, as he couldn’t care less about the commonly called flaws you always complained about such as your stretch marks, your swollen feet, the extra weight you gained. He took every chance he got to make you feel loved, to give love to every inch of your body.

You sighed and shook your head as you got seated on the bed, looking for your t-shirt.

“Mason, stop it”

“You’re stunning, come on!” He giggled, holding the camera with one hand and lifting your chin up with the other, holding then your face in place to kiss you on the lips.

Mason shot a couple more pictures of you before putting the camera to the side and starting to kiss you passionately.

He was standing before you, balancing himself with his right leg bent over the mattress, at the side of your thigh. 

The ardour that inflamed your kiss was so strong he straddled you, hovering over you, always being careful of your bump.

He gently led you towards the soft surface beneath, so you could be in a more comfortable position while he made you feel his love.

You didn’t have the slightest intention to move, you just wanted to stay there basking in the relaxing yet exciting feelings only he could give you. Your legs were loosely wrapped around his middle as his right hand was delicately keeping your thigh up while the left one was holding your arms back on the blanket, above your head.

A moan escaped your lips as you felt his fingers fiddling with your knickers.

During the pregnancy, even if it was something common for most women, you started developing a sense of discomfort towards your body: it was inevitably changing but, since you've never been that self confident, those major changes were only increasing the doubts about the beauty or the attractiveness of your curves.

Mason was willing to do everything that was in his power to make you enjoy sex without making you feel guilty, embarrassed or in pain. That's why you spent a whole afternoon on a website the ob gyn suggested you to have pregnant sex safely, to learn all the pros and cons of such a pleasurable activity during a time where things might have gotten a little more difficult.

Whenever your mind took you back to that afternoon you couldn't help but smile, both because it was a funny memory and because seeing Mason so careful and attentive towards you to make you feel better, filled your heart with more love. But reading advice and theories was a thing, putting them into practice was another, even more so since your belly was getting bigger, leading you through the third trimester.

“Mase, the -”

“Yep, the belly is in the way, I know” You both giggled, Mason was really caught up in the moment he didn’t think about the six (nearly seven) months belly you had to deal with.

He sighed, sitting on the bed again.

"It's not just that, my back hurts a little more today"

Mason helped you up, careful not to hurt you, massaging your aching muscles. 

"I just ruined your sex drive" You let out in a low voice, feeling kind of bad.

"Hey hey, you didn't ruin anything, that's okay" He kissed your temple in the sweetest way. "Here, let's see if this one is more comfortable" Mason gestured for you to lay back on the pillows he put there to ease your back pain so your body was resting on the edge of the bed while his body was standing before yours, a little bent over.

You smiled at each other until your boyfriend's lips moved upwards to kiss your forehead, tracing your jaw next and ending on your neck.

In order not to weigh on your stomach, Mason kneeled down on your bedroom floor as his hands were on your hips and his mouth was leaving little hot kisses and bites against the soft skin of your thighs.

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