#sorry if my grammar is wrong i barely passed english

[colecantcope]

I love the angst of V losing their sense of self/forgetting what made them them in the first place. V mentioning not smoking but then in the next few hours pulling a cigarette out after a gig and taking a drag like it’s routine. Maybe smaller things like their personal style changing- going from baggy cargos to getting replaced by tight fitting leather. With V never noticing because their mind has becoming so intimately intertwined with Johnny’s that their personal taste just disappears, forgotten never to be remembered.

(On a lighter note, V wondering if that attraction to Rogue and Kerry is from him or Johnny- could sexuality even start to transfer??)

[cookieloveschoochip]

Unplanned

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ bikers!re4!leon kennedy x mechanicfem!reader

Summary ; You’ve fixed plenty of bikes, but none as often as Leon Kennedy’s. He always has an excuse—bad luck, a busted chain, or engine trouble. At first, he’s just another racer, another job. But over time, something shifts.

warning ; Leon might be out of character, bad/wrong grammar, slight curse, kissing

wc ; 2,2k

genre ; fluff

a/n : This is actually my first time making fan fiction with other language. I'm really sorry for all mistakes here cz english isn't my first language (so warning for bad or wrong grammar) but i'll try to write it better ;)

You were fixing bikes as usual, the clock ticking past 9. Everything was fine—no distractions, no interruptions. That was until a familiar voice called out from not too far away.

“Still at it?”

You glanced up from your work to see Leon leaning against the garage door with something in his hand.

“What else would I be doing?”

He smirked, stepping closer, “Maybe taking a break for once?”

You scoffed, wiping your hands on a rag, “Says the guy who spends hours on the track,” Leon chuckled, tilting his head, “Touché,"

He walked towards the nearby chair, placing the things he brought on the table right beside where he sat, "What'd you bring?" you asked without looking at him. You were too focus.

"drinks," he pulled out two cups of coffee out of the plastic bag. Putting it on the table so you could see it clearly, "Do you have plans after this?," he asked as he took a sip from the cup.

You though to yourself, "Maybe no, I'm planning on closing early. Maybe right after you left," you said. Dropping your things behind as you stood up and wash your hand.

"You don't ask me to fix your bike or something?" you joked, since the only reason he came here was asking you to fix his bike. Even though he barely asked you that know.

"I was gonna ask you that. But asking you to fix my bike means you have to close a little late," he chuckled as you sat beside him, "Oh─maybe, I can make an exception for you," you replied.

"You're being kind because you know I bring you snacks, aren't you?" he asked. With a straw near your lips, you said, "We can go with that" you let a simple smile as you leaned your back slightly.

"Are you busy at 7? Tonight?" he mused suddenly.

You shook your head, "No,"

"You sure?" he added.

You nodded, putting your drink aside, "Yep,"

He looked at you. Glancing softly, "I wanted to go on a ride with Chris. But he said he couldn't go," you listened to all of the words he said carefully, "So I was thinking about inviting you instead,"

You looked at him. Waiting for him to continue his sentence cause he could've been joking, but it seemed like he didn't. You tapped your cup, "I would love to," you answered.

"Pick you up at seven?" Leon asked, still glancing at you. You nodded.

"Seven, then," Leon stood up, "Where are you going?" you pressed, watching his actions.

"Going home, taking rest. I don't wanna be late for tonight," he said. You raised an eyebrow, holding back a laugh. A grin tugged at your lips. "Oh? So you do know how to take care of yourself now?" you teased.

Leon let out a low chuckle, tilting his head slightly, "I could ask you to take care of me if I was sick," His smirk deepened, eyes flicking to yours with that unreadable glint he always had.

Before you could come up with a comeback, he stretched lazily, slipping his gloves back on, "Anyway, see you tonight,"

And just like that, he swung a leg over his bike, revved the engine, and disappeared from your eyesight.

You stood there for a moment, watching the red taillight disappear down the road, the low growl of his engine still lingering in the air. You sighed, closing your garage.

When you got back inside your house, Leon's words lingered in the air which you couldn't get rid of. Something about him stopping by, about the way he smirked before leaving—it stuck with you longer than it should have.

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Time passed. It was almost 7. You played with the fabric of your clothes as you waited in the living room.

You kept on opening the camera on your phone. Looking if there was something wrong. Actually, nothing was wrong with the clothes you picked, make up you did, or hair you styled. You looked fine. C'mon, Leon was not taking you on a date.

Your phone buzzed, quickly checking on it. Leon was calling.

"Hey..?" you talked, "You don't want me to get freezing cold out here, don't you?"

You walked towards the door, checking on it. Leon was outside, with his casual shirt, leather jacket─ don't forget his bike. You turned off the call, walked out your house and close the door behind you.

"Damn, am I picking up the right person?" he teased as he let out a small chuckle, "I should ask you out more often," he added.

"To mock me?" you asked, "To see you this pretty,"

You let out a deep breath, "So are we leaving or not?" time was ticking and you couldn't wasted it. Leon huffed a quiet chuckle, shaking his head as he adjusted his gloves, “Impatient, huh?”

You rolled your eyes, arms crossing, “Time’s ticking, Kennedy,”

Instead of responding right away, Leon reached for the spare helmet dangling from his bike’s handlebar. He stepped closer, lifting it slightly, “Here. Let me,”

You blinked, caught off guard, but didn’t protest as he carefully fit the helmet over your head. His fingers brushed against your skin as he adjusted the strap under your chin, making sure it was snug, “Not too tight?” he asked, his voice quieter now, more focused.

You swallowed, shaking your head, “It’s fine,”

Leon’s lips quirked into a small smirk as he tapped the top of your helmet lightly, “Good. Can’t have you falling off,”

He stepped aside, gesturing for you to get on the bike. You did, settling behind him, hands hesitating for a moment before wrapping around his waist. The warmth of his jacket seeped through your fingers, grounding you.

“Hold on tight,” he murmured, the smirk evident in his voice even if you couldn’t see it.

And with that, the engine roared to life beneath you, the vibration thrumming through your body as Leon eased onto the road. The cool night air nipped at your skin as the city lights blurred past, the rhythmic purr of the engine filling the silence between you. It wasn’t long before the destination loomed ahead, but for now, the ride itself felt like its own kind of escape.

Leon parked his bike near the entrance, the engine’s steady hum fading into silence as he kicked the stand down.

“A carnival?” you asked as Leon reached for your helmet, his fingers brushing against your chin while he unfastened the strap. The carnival lights flickered across his face in reds, blues, and yellows. Laughter, chatter, and the clang of game booths filled the air, blending with the sweet scent of popcorn and the distant tune of a carousel.

“What? You don’t like it?” he questioned, tilting his head slightly.

You shook your head, “No. It’s just... I'm not expecting you to brought me here,”

You huffed, “Anyway─ if you drive your bike like that, pretty sure it'll break down soon,”

Leon only chuckled, “I could just ask you to fix it,” he mused, tucking the helmet under his arm.

You shot him a glare, but he only shrugged before nodding toward the entrance, “C’mon, before we waste more time standing around,”

Falling into step beside him, you glanced at him out of the corner of your eye. There was no mention of why he’d asked you to come along, no unnecessary explanations—just Leon being Leon. But as your arms brushed slightly while walking, you couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more beneath it all.

The air carried the sweet scent of cotton candy, buttery popcorn, and smoky grilled food. Laughter and excited screams from the roller coaster blended with the lively chatter of the crowd. Nearby, an old speaker played a slightly distorted carousel tune, adding to the carnival’s nostalgic charm.

As you wandered through the carnival, your eyes landed on a booth lined with colorful balloons, their glossy surfaces reflecting the bright lights overhead. The objective was simple—pop enough of them with darts, and you’d win a prize.

Leon caught your gaze lingering on the plush toys hanging above the counter, “See something you like?” he asked.

You shrugged, “Just looking,”

Leon stepped up to the booth, fishing out some cash, “Yeah? Well, let’s test my luck,”

The attendant handed him a set of darts, and Leon weighed one in his hand, rolling it between his fingers. He shot you a quick glance, “Any requests?”

You chuckled, crossing your arms, “Something cute,”

Leon exhaled through his nose, a small grin tugging at his lips, “No pressure, then,”

His first throw hit dead center, the balloon popping instantly with a sharp snap. He huffed in amusement, “Not bad, right?”

The second dart flew slightly off, grazing a balloon but not bursting it. Leon clicked his tongue, adjusting his stance before tossing the third. Another direct hit.

“You’re really trying, huh?” you teased, leaning against the counter.

He scoffed, “If I’m doing this, I’m winning you something,”

The last few darts landed true, and the attendant gave an approving nod before gesturing toward the wall of prizes, “Pick whichever one you want,”

Leon reached up without hesitation, grabbing a small, stuffed wolf. He turned to you, pressing it into your hands, “Here. Suits you,”

You blinked down at the plush, then back at him, “What, because I bite?”

He smirked, “Exactly,”

Shaking your head, you hugged the stuffed cat close, “Guess I’m keeping it, then,”

Leon stuffed his hands in his pockets, watching you with a look softer than the carnival lights around you, “Guess you are,”

Both of you walked away from the booth. The night was still young, and you didn’t want to waste it, so you tried to make the most of it. The sweetness of cotton candy melted on your tongue—you couldn’t even remember the last time you indulged yourself like this.

Leon helped you win lots of games. You didn't ask him to do it for you. He said it was a way to repay you after all your hard work fixing bikes, including his.

The night passed with flashes of light. Carrying a lot of things wasn’t really your forte, that's why now Leon was the one carrying it. Actually not much, just a few stuffed animals that Leon managed to win for you.

“Getting tired yet?” Leon asked while you rest yourself on the nearest chair.

You rolled your shoulders, “Not at all,” you lied, though your legs begged for mercy.

Leon smirked knowingly, “Good,” he teased, nodding toward the Ferris wheel, “Then one more won’t hurt,”

Compared to the chaos of the night, the Ferris wheel felt like an entirely different world. The soft creak of the metal, the slow ascent, the distant hum of the carnival below—it all felt quieter, more intimate.

Leon stretched his arm along the back of the seat, his fingers just brushing your shoulder, “This was fun,” he murmured, eyes trained on the view, though his focus seemed elsewhere.

You nodded, watching the carnival shrink beneath you, “Yeah, it was,”

The Ferris wheel carried you both higher, the world below fading into a blur of neon lights and distant voices. The air was cooler up here, quieter, as if the rest of the night couldn't reach you. You felt the warmth of his arm near you, the steady rise and fall of his breathing, and for the first time all night, there was no rush—just the two of you and the slow turn of the wheel.

Leon exhaled, shifting slightly, his fingers grazing against yours before he turned to face you fully, “You know,” he started, voice softer now, “I didn’t ask you to come with me just because Chris bailed,”

You blinked, tilting your head, “No?”

He shook his head, a small, almost nervous chuckle escaping him, “No. I just… I wanted to spend time with you. Alone. Without me making up excuses just to see you,”

Your heart stilled for a beat before picking up again, a warmth blooming in your chest.

Leon ran a hand through his hair, exhaling like he was still piecing the words together, “I don’t know when it started, but it’s been stuck in my head for a while now. How much I like being around you. How much I—” He stopped himself, shaking his head like he couldn't believe he was saying any of this. Then, meeting your gaze again, his voice softened, “I just like you. A lot,”

The confession hung between you, delicate but firm, like a secret finally let loose into the night air.

You swallowed, trying to keep your voice steady, “You took me to a carnival just to say that?”

Leon huffed a laugh, tilting his head, “Figured I’d make it memorable,”

A smile tugged at your lips, and before you could talk yourself out of it, you reached for his hand, lacing your fingers together. His grip tightened instantly, like he’d been waiting for it.

“Yeah,” you murmured, glancing at him from beneath your lashes, “It’s definitely memorable,”

Leon studied you for a moment longer, then, without hesitation, he leaned in, closing the space between you. The first kiss was gentle, almost testing, but when you didn’t pull away, he deepened it, his free hand cupping the side of your face. It was slow, unhurried—like he wanted to savor the moment, like he’d been holding back for too long.

By the time the wheel carried you back down, he pulled away just enough to rest his forehead against yours. His thumb brushed along your cheek, a quiet smile playing on his lips.

“So,” you whispered, breathless, “this wasn’t about repaying me?”

Leon pressed another soft kiss to the corner of your mouth, “Not even close,”

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Bonus :

Leon lingered at your doorstep, his weight shifting slightly as if debating something. His gloved hand dipped into his pocket before pulling out a small object, the metal glinting under the porch light. He hesitated for a beat, then gently took your hand, placing it in your palm.

"Here," he murmured, his thumb brushing against your fingers before he let go.

Curious, you opened your hand, revealing a small silver wolf keychain. It was sleek and well-crafted, its eyes carved with sharp precision. You ran a fingertip over its smooth surface, glancing up at him. “A wolf?”

Leon exhaled a quiet laugh, rubbing the back of his neck, “Yeah,” He shifted his gaze to yours, something unspoken flickering in his deep blue eyes, “Figured it suited you,”

You raised a brow, tilting your head, “How so?”

He shrugged, a smirk tugging at his lips, “Loyal. Strong. A little stubborn,” His voice dropped slightly, more serious now, “The kind of person you want in your corner,”

Your heart gave a small flutter at his words, warmth spreading through your chest. You turned the keychain over in your fingers, feeling the cool weight of it, “So, what does that make you?”

Leon chuckled, shaking his head. “Used to think I was a lone wolf.” He glanced away for a moment, as if gathering his thoughts, then met your eyes again, softer this time, “But… maybe I don’t want to be anymore.”

The words settled between you, heavy with meaning. He wasn’t just giving you a keychain—he was giving you a piece of himself.

You swallowed, your fingers closing around the tiny wolf, “Then I guess I’ll have to stick around and make sure you don’t forget that,”

His smirk softened into something more tender, “Yeah,” he said, voice quieter now, “I’d like that,”

For a moment, neither of you moved. The night air felt warmer somehow, charged with something unspoken yet deeply felt. Then, before he could turn away, you reached for his wrist, stopping him.

Leon stilled, his eyes searching yours.

Without a word, you leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, lingering just long enough to feel the way his breath hitched. When you pulled back, he was looking at you like you’d just knocked the air out of his lungs.

His fingers curled slightly, as if resisting the urge to pull you closer. Instead, he exhaled through his nose, shaking his head with a small, breathless chuckle, “You’re gonna be the death of me,”

You grinned, stepping back toward your door, holding up the tiny wolf, “Then I guess you better stay close, Kennedy,”

Leon let out a soft laugh, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer before he finally took a step back, “See you around,” he murmured.

And with that, he walked into the night—leaving you with a racing heart and a silver wolf in your palm, both of which you knew you’d hold onto for a long, long time.

[sturniqloo]

° RULES WERE MEANT TO BE BROKEN °

( 2 ) - link to ( 1 )

pairing: Matt Sturniolo and fem!reader (best friends brother)

in which: Matt knows you very well,maybe even too much for your liking,but he should be off limits...

~warnings: nicknames,kissing,mentions of makeout,physical touch...nothing muchh lol,English is NOT my first language!~

Matt always told himself he was good at hiding things. Hiding when he was upset, hiding when he was stressed, and most importantly—hiding the fact that he had feelings for his brothers' best friend.

You.

You, who had been around for years.

You, who had practically become part of the family.

You, who always ruffled his hair playfully, who always saved him the last slice of pizza, who never failed to notice when something was bothering him.

And tonight, you were staying over.

Matt swallowed hard as he sat on the couch, trying to focus on whatever movie was playing. His brothers were already knocked out, leaving just the two of you awake. You stretched with a sigh, your shirt riding up just a bit, and Matt forced himself to look away.

"Tired?" he asked, his voice coming out steadier than he expected.

"A little" you admitted, glancing at him with a small smirk. "You okay? You’ve been kinda quiet."

Matt bit the inside of his cheek. "Yeah. Just thinking."

"About what?" - your voice echoing through his ears.

He hesitated. He could lie. He could brush it off. He could pretend that the idea of you lying just down the hall, so close yet so out of reach, wasn’t driving him insane.

Instead, he met your gaze.

"You."

Your expression changed—surprised at first, then something else, something softer. "Matt—"

"I know it’s messed up," he cut in, shaking his head.

"You’re Nick and Chris’s best friend. You’re… off limits. I get it. But I can’t help it. I don’t wanna pretend I don’t want you anymore."

A beat of silence passed before you shifted closer.

"Who said I wanted you to pretend?"- your voice waking something in him immediately that he couldn't control.

Matt barely had time to process that before your lips were on his. It was hesitant at first, as if testing the waters, but when his hands found your waist, you pressed closer, deepening the kiss.

He groaned against your lips, years of pent-up longing spilling over as he pulled you onto his lap.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging slightly, and he let out a low sound that made heat pool in your stomach. His hands grabbing onto your hips, gripping them with his fingers, while your body was moving and grinding onto his lap by itself, it was the motion you just couldn't stop. It felt too good. But so wrong. Soft sounds leaving past your lips, the whines that shushed when Matt kissed you, but the friction between you two just unbearable..

"Are you sure?" he murmured between kisses, his breath warm against your skin.

You nodded. "I’ve been sure for a while. Just didn’t think you were."

Matt huffed a laugh, running his hands under your shirt, fingertips grazing over your warm skin.

"Guess we’ve both been idiots then."

You smiled, leaning down to capture his lips again. As his hands explored, and the night stretched on, all thoughts of "off limits" faded away, leaving nothing but the feeling of each other.

And ofcourse, not waking Nick and Chris up.

author's note: this is the second part of the best friends brother series i made,and probably the last,im still thinking of making them an au,but still not sure absolutely,sorry guys for any grammar mistakes or anything lmaoo,but lmk what you think and should i make them a au??

Lili's corner ♡...

no pressure tags: @chrislilcumslvt @adoreechxmpion @strnilolover @cockettechris @luvrbrii @hearts4werka @stellasturns @mattsmommy69 @evie-sturns @chrepsi @mattscoquette @mattslolita @victoriassadcorner @sturnfannn @sturn10log1rl @sturnlsstuff @chrattho1 @issysh3ll @idontcare4urmom @sweetshuga @liiixsturniolos @fairyrcts @unknvhx @sturns4ever @sturnioz

[pandora-writes-one-piece]

happy happy birthday i hope you're having a great day 🍾🥳💐

If it's ok i would like to ask for "How can you still trust me after everything I've done?" with 🔥 and a female reader please? Maybe just a little nsfw-ish?

Thank you so much, Anon, for the lovely birthday wishes! I'm sorry this took a while, I hope you still enjoy it! Even though it's much more angsty than actualy NSFW... hope you don't mind that! Thank you!

Source for Pic and Pic

Fighter

Word Count: 4176

Tags: Fem!Reader; Dark!Ace; Angst; Hurt; Sorrow; Ambiguous/Open-ending; Mention of sex; Physical and emotional torture;

Special Warning: English is not my first language, I apologise for any possible spelling or grammar mistakes.

Summary: Ace was overtaken by some sort of Darkness and he's very intent on breaking you. You are a fighter, but how long can you last in such an unfair fight?

Notes: This fic was heavily inspired by the song The Fighter by In This Moment. I love this song so much! Please give it a listen, it fits right in.

|Masterlist|

Has it been weeks? Days? Surely not. It can't have been more than one day. A few hours, perhaps? Time seems to stand still. There's no window, no sun, no breeze, and definitely no air! It's suffocating, oppressing, and so full of despair.

The only light comes from a few torches scattered here and there, barely enough to discern if the wet patches on the damp earth below your feet are water or your own blood. 

No, that's not right. 

There's another source of light. A dark flame, so black one would think it came straight from the pits of hell. Where once burned a bright orange, almost golden-like flame, filled with love and laughter, now stands a void of hopelessness and desperation. 

Ace. 

Your Ace. 

No, that's not right again. This is not your Ace. In front of you stands a twisted, cruel version of the man you love. 

“Ready to break, love? Are you well rested?” His voice has the same timbre, but he never wielded it with so much cruelty. The way he uses your nickname rings familiar, but it is nowhere near the same. 

And he's terrifying. 

This Darkness that once was your lover approaches your broken form again, and you wince in preparation. Your arms are numb, and there's blood dripping from where the chains cut into your skin, from your dangled wrists. The bruises on your body paint a yellowish and purple complexion on your soft skin. There are welts and blisters forming as well from the burns he's inflicting on you. 

But what's truly devastating isn't the physical pain this thing is bringing upon you. It's an emotional one. Because the same calloused hands that held you tight with love are now holding you tight with pain, branding you with dark flames, consuming you in all the wrong ways. 

You want to beg for him to stop. 

But you can't stop fighting. 

I will always fall and rise again Your venomous heroine 'Cause I am a survivor Yeah, I am a fighter

“Ace.” You plead again, your words more broken than last time but filled with the same hope. “I know you're in there. I know you can hear me. Come back to me, love. Come back.”

For the briefest of moments, his dark eyes seem to flicker with some sort of light. Your heart skips a beat, and your breath catches in your lungs. 

Then it's gone. 

The Darkness laughs. An inhuman laugh devoid of all the warmth that Ace possesses, devoid of all his light, all his love. It hurts more than a million burns. His hands clutch your neck, squeezing tight until little black dots start to fill your vision, his digits marking new bruises on your battered skin as his lips dangle close to your own, twisted into an animalistic snarl that resembles nothing of your lover. 

“Ace can't hear you, love. He's far gone. I'm all that's left, and I will break you.”

He releases you a moment before you're about to pass out, and your chest heaves, inhaling gulps of damp, stagnant air as your head feels light and empty. 

Then, pain strikes again. 

His dark flames create new burns, his fists bruising and battering. You’re not even sure of what's broken anymore. But nothing too important. No, he doesn't want to kill you.

Not yet, at least. 

I will fall and rise above And in your hate I find love 'Cause I'm a survivor Yeah, I am a fighter

You pass out. Who knows for how long? Your only hope is that Ace is still somewhere inside, and that he's still listening to you. 

He needs to come back. 

Ache settles into your bones and your sore muscles. Your lips are dry and cracked, and thirst holds your tonsils ransom, trapped against your throat. You’re at least glad that you have nothing inside your belly, because the stench of your burning flesh is enough to revolt the strongest stomachs. 

“Oh, here you are again, love. I thought I might have gone a bit too far this time.” His manic chuckle is a far cry from Ace’s giddy laughter. “Oops!” Your lover was never taunting, never cruel, never hurtful. You barely know how to cope with this reality.

One minute he was Ace, and the next he wasn’t. How did it happen? You can’t even remember if it was an enemy Devil Fruit or something else entirely. Whatever it was, it took your Ace away and replaced him with something ugly and dark. 

“Come back, Ace, please.” You keep pleading. Ever since this thing brought you to this damp cave and started torturing you. But Ace doesn’t hear you. Is he still there?

He has to be. It’s far too painful to think he’s gone. 

“You keep pleading for the wrong thing, love. Plead for your life. That’s all.” There’s a gleam in his eyes, but it’s the wrong spark. Where there used to be a boyish amusement, there’s nothing but twisted delight. He’s relishing the fact that he’s slowly breaking you.

And you won’t give him - it - this satisfaction. 

“Remember us, Ace… please.” Maybe if you appeal to his heart, to the shared memories of happy days, he can come back to you. He was always a fighter, never a quitter. It doesn’t have to be different now.

You ignore the twisted and spent part of yourself that assures you that if he could come back, he would’ve already. The Ace you love would never have laid a single finger on you to hurt you. 

This dark Ace takes a step back, his eyes widen, and he stutters. “Remember us?” Maybe it’s working. 

You pull on the chains a bit more, but all that does is make you wince and writhe in pain. They’re too tight, and they’ve been biting at your skin, leaving it tender and bruised since he captured you.

“Yes. I remember us.” His lips pull back into a distorted smile that resembles nothing of the man you love, nor does the freakish sound that follows, an eerie, dark laugh. “I remember this.”

The Darkness steps closer, his hand caressing your cheek while his thumb presses against your lower lip. The other hand traces gentle patterns over your neck and collarbone, a familiarity in the gesture that brings tears to your eyes. It’s a lover's caress, but instead of warmth, all you feel is revulsion. 

This will break you much faster than any other kind of torture. 

I will not hide my face I will not fall from grace I'll walk into the fire, baby

“Do you know what Ace’s first memory of you is?” The Darkness’s tongue peeks out from his mouth as he licks his lips, his dark gaze never leaving yours while tears pool at the corners of your eyes. “Your smile. The way his heart raced when you smiled at him. Such a silly boy with silly dreams. So vulnerable, so in love.”

“Stop. Please stop…” The words are mere whispers as tears finally run freely over your scarred cheeks. These are precious memories, and he’s desecrating them all, turning them into weapons meant to hurt. “Ace… come back.”

“Keep pleading, love. It won’t do you any good, but it will feel so much better when you finally break.” His hand hovers over your breasts and dips lower, settling against your hip as he brushes his thumb against your hip bone. The gesture is intimate, akin to Ace’s touch, but so wrong, so perverse. 

“Do you remember the first time he kissed you?” A cruel laugh echoes in your ears, his deep voice a corrupt mimicry of Ace’s soft tone. “Mighty Portgas D. Ace, a fearsome commander of the Whitebeard Pirates… nervous. A trembling mess of a man, too afraid to get it wrong, scared shitless you would leave him because he didn’t deserve you. He agonised over it for days. Foolish sap.”

You close your eyes as a painful sob claws its way through your chest and up your throat. You try to block the beautiful memory from reaching the surface, but the damage is done. You remember it as clearly as day.

Ace’s flushed, freckled cheeks. A nervous laugh escaping his trembling lips. The way he kept swaying on the tips of his toes, his hand either reaching for you or retreating to his pockets. 

His deep breath before cupping your cheeks with shuddering, too-hot hands, just before his lips collided with yours. The kiss was too tense at first, too clumsy. 

Until you relaxed in his hold and melted into his touch. When you sighed into his lips, he easily took your tongue with his and thoroughly scrambled your brain.

“Stop. Please stop.”

“Why should I? When it produces these sweet, sweet tears.” Clutching your face, he leans in, tongue reaching out and licking a long stripe from your jaw to your temple, collecting all your tears with a cruel sound of delight. 

His hands bruise your neck again, holding tightly, revelling in the way your pulse races against his calloused fingers. 

“Does it hurt, love? To know he once kissed you with such devotion, such tenderness, and now… now all you have is me.” His lips ghost yours and you bite your cheeks hard to keep from sobbing uncontrollably. 

Unsatisfied with your lack of response, he releases your neck, and you gasp for air, but he’s relentless in this cruel game. His hands drop to your waist, pulling you closer. The chains holding you groan and rattle in protest, and you let out a pained whimper. 

“I know exactly how he touched you.” The pressure is the same, his hand feels the same, he smells and looks the same. Your heart aches and weeps, and you grieve because, even though he looks the same, he couldn’t be farther from the man you’re devoted to. 

His fingers trace upwards, brushing your bruised ribs, and you hate how your body reacts to his familiar touch. You can’t control the longing you feel for him any more than you can control the tears streaming down your face. 

“I remember how he vowed to protect you from all harm. How he would much rather die than see you hurt.” The way he drags Ace’s laugh into a twisted, cruel version of it carves a deep abyss of pain within your chest. You know he’s speaking the truth. Ace was always your protector. It would kill him to know what he’s done to you now.

Still…

You’d much rather have him with you, feeling terrible for hurting you, than not having him at all. 

All my life I was afraid to die And now I come alive inside these flames

“Shut up. Stop. Please.” You barely have the strength to plead anymore. This is so much worse than when he was only hurting your body. You can endure physical pain, but not this merciless torture.

“I know exactly how he loved you.” The grip on your waist tightens until it bruises again. “How he watched you sleep in his arms, memorising each freckle, each dimple, each dip and crease of your skin. How he committed your scent to memory to keep himself grounded when he was away from you. How his fingers knew the curves of your body by heart, and how you sounded when you unravelled for him.”

An anguished wail leaves your parted lips as each word he delivers taunts you, breaks you, tears another piece of your heart apart, and tosses it aside, broken and used up. You’ve fought so hard until now, you can’t give up. Not even when all of his words are meant to shatter your resolve, to destroy your soul. 

You need to stay strong and fight for Ace.

“Ace…”

“He loved you so much.” The chains creak and groan as he keeps pulling you, bruising your skin with brutal touches. “And me? Well, I can use that love to completely destroy you.” He collects a tear with an extended finger, his eyes gleaming with malice as you crumble further. “I will change and twist your memories so much that you’ll wish you’d never loved him. Or plead for me to kill you.” He shrugs nonchalantly. “Whichever comes first.”

Each word, each gesture is a reminder of him, of what he used to be. Of what he is, hidden beneath all those layers of malevolence. 

“Remember how he used to touch you like this…” His words trail and linger near your ear as he runs his fingers down your spine in an all-too-familiar gesture. Your body betrays you once more, his touch so akin to home that you arch towards him, a broken whimper leaving your lips as another tear trails down your scorched cheek. 

The Darkness revels in your reaction, drinking every sob, every sound, every twitch like it’s fuel keeping him alive.

“Oh… yes, he loved that sound. All the little noises you made for him, it always drove him half-mad, knowing he was the one responsible for provoking them, for making you come undone beneath his fingers.” 

Another sob claws its way up your throat as a new wave of beautiful memories fills your mind.

“More, Ace, more.”

“Yes, love. You have all of me.” His languid thrusts drove you crazy. Each stroke of his hips hit places that made you see white. He drew pleasure from you as naturally as he drew flames from within himself. 

Moans and whimpers, prayers and pleas. They left your parted lips in an unintelligible litany of muffled, half-drowned words. 

“That’s it, love. Those noises right there, keep ’em coming for me. All for me.”

And then he would kiss you breathless, swallowing everything you had to give him. Taking it all in so he could breathe life back into you again. 

And you loved every second of it.

Now, all those precious memories are tainted. Tainted by his cruel words, tainted by his brutal touch, tainted by his wicked ways. 

And you’re so drained that you don’t know how much more of this you can actually take. 

“And you… do you remember what you whispered to him?” His lips brush against the sensitive spot beneath your ear, and you swallow a gasp, the chains biting harder into your skin, but you’re already numb to that pain. “How you’d tell him you were his, how you would never want to let go of him, you promised him forever.”

Your lower lip trembles helplessly as the Darkness’s voice drags, malice dripping like venom and sticking to your skin, sticky and disgusting. 

“And when he made love to you…” No… no… no… “When he touched you in all the right places…” His hands grasp your sides and climb up slowly, thumbs brushing your nipples as you fight a torrent of tears. “You’d scream his name, crying out for him like he was your whole world.”

This time, the broken sob leaving your lips is soul-crushing, and you feel the weight of it deep in your chest. 

“That’s it, love. Let it all out.” He brushes his lips against yours in a mockery of intimacy. Another familiar gesture, but a malicious travesty of the reality you were used to. “Mourn for him, for the man who is no more. For the one who promised to keep you safe. Grieve for the loss of his soul. Let me hear you break apart.”

It’s too much. It’s all so devastating.

“Stop… please.” Strength is leaving you. The Darkness hurt you before, bleeding you dry, breaking your bones and scarring your flesh. But this violation of your most sacred memories is what finally breaks you. 

You feel yourself slowly slipping away. You will not last much longer. 

Closing your eyes, you let your face fall forward, a silent sign of defeat. “Do you want him back?” He asks, his cold hands cradling your face so you can look him in the eyes. The viciousness that gazes back at you is unfamiliar, cold, and disheartening. 

It’s not your Ace.

“Beg for him, love. Call his name like you used to. It won’t do any good, but it will make victory taste so much better.” His thumbs brush away another batch of tears, and you can’t take it anymore.

“Ace…”

He doesn’t falter. There’s not even a hint of recognition in his dark eyes. He’s gone. 

“He’s gone, love. But he remembers you. How your laugh was able to pull him away from the darkness within himself. How lucky he felt when you kissed him and how worthy you made him feel. Like he was much more than a name, more than the son of a cursed pirate, more than a legacy of a man he hated.”

He presses his forehead against yours, and the intimacy of it is so vivid that, for a moment, you think your Ace is back. 

“Do you know how many sleepless nights he spent with you in his arms? Just listening to your breathing, completely terrified of losing you one day? How he wished he could protect you from everything that would seek to cause you harm? How his fingers traced every inch of you, afraid he’d forget.”

The dread in your chest expands, taking away your breath. The hurt travels down your legs and up your numb arms. Your head feels lighter, and your throat constricts with agony. You need to let go.

“Please… please… stop. Just stop…”

But the Darkness doesn’t relent. “You made him dream of a future he never thought he’d want… of children he vowed never to have. You were his anchor, grounding him in this life, making him feel like he was deserving of happiness.”

His lips hover over yours, hands clutching your face, the pressure building, yet you feel no pain anymore. You can barely think.

“Do you know what the cruellest part is, love?” He pulls back long enough to look into your eyes, a ghost of Ace’s smile painting his lips. “He never got to say goodbye.”

“Make it stop… I’m done…” The whisper that leaves your lips carries more than defeat. It carries a desperate tragedy. How can something so beautiful as the love you shared with Ace be torn into pieces? How can it be dissected with such malice?

“Finally!” He chants in victory as his hands clasp your cheeks again and he presses his lips hard against yours. 

The kiss is bruising, cruel, a mimicry of Ace’s, but yet, still too familiar. It brings with it another litany of relentless sobs that you just can’t keep at bay. His hands slither over your body in a mockery of a caress and they tuck your neck, pressing gently at first, his lips still glued to yours, claiming both your soul and your body to darkness. 

Then his thumbs press hard against the dip of your throat and all the air is cut off from you. You’re suffocating, thrashing silently against both his hold and the icy grip of the chains and you know your time has come.

It’s as tragic as it is poetic that the man who brought love into your life should also bring death; that the one who so easily breathed life into you, can also take your last breath away. 

Whimpers and gasps leave your constricted throat as your feet kick and thrash, but he doesn’t relent. You feel wetness against your cheeks and taste salt in your dried tongue, though the source of those tears is unknown to you. Are they yours, or the Darkness?

Just as you’re slipping away, the hold on your throat falters and the lips pressed against you lose their harshness, they become soft and pliant, warmer for a moment. Then, with a harsh gasp and a step back, Ace cries in agony, his hands clutching his dark locks as his eyes shut firmly.

Air fills your lungs again and you cough, tasting blood with each convulsion. He might not have killed you yet, but he came pretty close. 

“Ace… Ace…” You try, each gasp more breathless than the last, but each new gulp filled with newfound hope. He’s fighting.

Your Ace is fighting.

With another agonised scream, Ace pants, breathlessly. Globs of saliva spew from his gritted teeth as he struggles to open his eyes. Then his gaze lands on you, your name spilling from his lips in raw pain as he assesses your wounds, the wounds he inflicted upon you himself.

“Love… Oh, God, no. What have I done?” With a wobbly step, Ace draws near your body, hands stretched and trembling as he cups your cheeks lovingly. A lone sob breaks through your pursed lips. 

It’s your Ace. It’s his touch. It's unmistakable. 

“Please, please, love. I’m sorry, I’m so, so sorry.” Each word comes drenched in grief, saturated with misery. Each touch filled with caution and care.

“It’s you… it’s really you.” Your words are mere murmurs and each of them is a fresh new wound on Ace’s heart. Pressing his forehead against yours, he mumbles another supplication.

His arms wrap themselves around your wounded body and you shiver against his familiar touch. The warmth of his breath against your hair and neck comforts you as he holds you close, as if trying to shield you from a damage that’s already been done, from something he caused and can’t take back. “Please, please…”

But you shouldn’t have rejoiced too soon. Ace’s body convulses twice against your own, his touch harsher, his strength doubling and you feel a fresh wave of nausea hitting your senses, disorienting you.

“Ace?”

“No!” Ace growls, burying his face against the curve of your neck. “No!” He cries out again while his scream is muffled against your skin. A sharp, stabbing pain travels up your arm as his teeth sink with a sickening crunch of flesh being broken. 

Ace’s hands, which cradled you lovingly mere moments before, are now harsh and brutal against your frail body. His touch feels too unkind, too hot.

“You can’t have her!” The Darkness roars, pulling Ace’s head back violently, though his grip never falters. “You think she’ll forgive you after all you’ve done?”

You can’t speak, you can’t think, you can’t breathe. Ace’s flames dance in front of you, surrounding him like a sickening halo. They turn from orange to black and to an in between that disorients you. His touch aches, burns and scars. 

“Ace… fight!” You try to plead but your voice is too weak, too feeble and powerless to reach him in a battlefield you're not privy to. This is his fight to win, and you are a mere spectator. 

“You can’t…” He begins, a growl and a roar leave his lips as his arms erupt into a blazing inferno, searing your skin and making you cry out in pain and agony. “You can’t take her from me!” With a final clamor, Ace breaks free from the Darkness and his release is so literal that you can actually hear a loud clatter, like glass being broken while invisible shards fly everywhere. A final flame licks your body with ruthlessness and your broken lament dies with it.

“Love?” Ace’s broken voice barely reaches your ears. He, somehow, removes the harsh chains and the cruel bite is no more, though you can scarcely feel it as he cradles you against his body. “Love, come on, you can’t do this to me…” The tears that fall from his eyes almost hiss as they kiss your scorching skin. “I’m so sorry… I’m sorry… How…?” A broken sob shakes his shoulders as buries his face in your hair. “How can you still trust me after everything I’ve done?”

Ace’s world crumbles as you flutter away from him. Ragged, uneven breaths leaving your lips while your eyelids tremble in a defeated effort to open.

He’s losing you. 

And it’s all his fault. 

“Please don’t leave me. Fight… please. I’ll never let anything hurt you again…” The sorrow in his words weighs heavily in your heart, yet your body doesn’t respond to your will and you can’t seem to reassure him; you can’t tell him you don’t resent him, that it wasn’t his fault, that he doesn’t need to blame himself.

Because if there’s someone who doesn’t need to carry more guilt, it’s Ace. 

And yet, there’s no strength left to let him know that. Your chest heaves one last time and, suddenly, the fight is lost, and there is no clear winner.

Because if there’s someone who deserves all the happiness in the world, it’s Ace. 

“Please, come back. I love you…”

But all the love in the world couldn’t save you. 

All the love in the world couldn’t save him.

A frail wail leaves Ace’s lips as he shuts his eyes in agony, and he almost misses the flicker of hope that makes your chest tremble again while a soft sigh escapes your lips.

I don’t need you to save me ‘Cause I’m a survivor, yeah I am a fighter

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[vhagarlovebot]

content warnings: hurt/comfort.

note: hello, hello ! here’s another one of the works i posted on my old blog—not my favorite but i thought about sharing it either way. i edited it the best i could, so you’re probably still going to see some very poor grammar and it’s because i’d just started writing in english and because of that it is completely normal for me to still have problems writing in a language that isn’t mine. i really hope you enjoy! reblogs and likes are greatly appreciated.

it’s past midnight when you decide to go to aemond’s chambers, he had agreed to come to yours a few hours before but apparently forgot. in other circumstances you won’t mind, but you’ve missed him all day. seeing him walk through the corridors without being able to touch his hand or simply smile at him, afraid someone would say something that will get you in trouble.

there’s no one in sight as you quickly cross the hallways, relaxing when you’re in front of his door. there’s light coming from under it, so you know he’s awake.

when you open the big doors, you find him sitting at the foot of the bed only with his pants on. “hi.” you whisper when a minute has passed and he hasn’t turn around or acknowledged your presence. “i was waiting for you.” you walk slowly towards him, suddenly worried.

“you didn’t think that maybe i didn’t want to go?” his voice is low and hoarse, still looking at the floor.

you immediately stop after hearing that, not really hurt by his words, you know he doesn’t mean them. there might be something else bothering him, and you know what it is the second he stretches and grunts, his head hanging down.

“oh, love.” you whine, almost running to him. you kneel in front of him, his eyes hidden behind his long, silver hair. you brush it out of his face, finally meeting that breathtaking violet eye. “hello, my prince.”

“‘m sorry.” aemond says with a small and tired smile. he caresses your cheek with his thumb, eye never leaving yours. “i didn’t meant to talk to you like that.”

“mmh, i know.” you see how tired he is just by looking at his face, he can barely keep his eye open. he is always doing too much, but apparently that’s never enough to his family. “you need to rest. would you like a massage? does that sounds good?” you stand up, moving your face closer to his so you can kiss his forehead.

you don’t wait for his answer, already climbing on the bed and sitting behind him, legs on either side of his body. you stare at his back for a few seconds, just seeing how delicate and smooth his skin looks like… how fragile aemond targaryen really is.

you gently massage his shoulders and back, spending a little more time in those places that make him shudder, loving the way he leans into your touch. since you’ve known him, aemond’s not one to ask for help, so this moment means a lot to you.

you know aemond hides a lot of things, some big ones, but at this point in life you don’t care what those things are; you’d do anything for him. anything if that means you can spend the rest of your life by his side.

“you’re an angel.” at first you think you heard him wrong, but he says it again and your heart skips a beat.

you blush, kissing his shoulder blades. “i think that’s you.”

“no, really, you’re always so kind to me and i’m… i’m a monster.” you stop what you’re doing, lifting his chin up and turning his head so he can look at you. “you’re not a monster,” you make sure to emphasize each word. “and you never will be, you hear me? no matter how many times you say that about yourself, i'm always going to be here to remind you of it.” aemond stares intensely at you, smile on his face that says everything you need to know without actually saying it.

"you’re all i care about." he leans in to kiss you and you swear the world stops the moment your lips meet. his lips are gentle and soft against yours, his touch on your cheek grounding you.

when you pull away, his violet eye flutters open. "hi." he whispers, a drunken smile stealing your heart.

"come here." you move to lie down against the pillows, and he follows lying down next to you, his back to your chest. aemond is so much larger than you, so you try to hug him against your chest, pressing kisses against his forehead. and he doesn't need to ask for you to start stroking his hair, he also doesn’t need to say how safe he feels in your arms.

[wonderland-smile-stories]

~ Chapter 10. 1 ~

I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes and how poorly written this fanfic is. English is not my first language and together with my dyslexia ass things can go wrong I'm sorry.

The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the throbbing in my head. It felt like I was hit with a sledgehammer over and over again.

Slowly I open my eyes before putting my hand to my head.

To my surprise, a bandage was wrapped around it.

"What the hell?" I mutter before sitting up slowly.

My stomach began to turn and I almost threw up, but I managed to hold it in.

For now...

"You're up." My gaze went to the door when I heard Eun-hyuk's voice.

I nodded my head slowly slinging my legs over the edge of the makeshift bed.

"It didn't take you long to recover. Which was odd seeing how badly you were injured this time. We all thought you were dead when that guy shot you in the head."

Shot?

Oh no!

Everything rushed back to me in seconds.

"Hyun-su! Those guys!" I jumped up from my spot but immediately lost the strength in my legs.

If it wasn't for Eun-hyuk catching me I would have crashed to the ground.

"Easy! It looks like you haven't gotten all your strength back."

A groan escaped my lips trying to get used to the dizziness.

"I'm fine, but what happened to those guys? Is Hyun-su....."

I was scared of what he would answer.

"Dead?" My grip tightened on his shirt tightened by only thinking about Hyun-su being gone for good.

Eun-hyuk shook his head before he sat me back down on the bed and took a seat next to me.

"The guys are gone well except one or two." A frown came to my face.

Did Eun-hyuk and the others kill them all?

How is that even possible? I don't see a lot of them killing them. Maybe Yi-kyung, Sang-wook, and Ji-su if it meant that everyone would be safe.

"When you were unconscious they took Hyun-su to the roof. There, one of them turned against them and killed most of them we took out the remaining ones down here. It turned out that the guy was just like you two. Hyun-su told us that the guy saved him."

Why was he with those people if he was like us? It seems like they didn't know he was a monster or they would have killed him.

"Where is Hyun-su now? I need to talk to him."

I was about to stand up, but Eun-hyuk grabbed my arm holding me back. When he saw the concerned look on my face his grip ended up turning into a gentle hold of my arm.

"I need to warn you."

My eyes went from his hand to his face.

"What? Why?"

Was Hyun-su hurt?

What was Eun-hyuk not telling me?

"When he came back he was different." For a second he paused to think about the right words to say.

"He was more colder and distant to all of us. That guy hasn't left his side. It seems like he is turning Hyun-su away from us." I know that Hyun-su can be a bit distant, but it does sound weird.

"Maybe something happened up there that scared him. You know and he's scared to tell anyone that's why he's distant and stuff or..."

"He hasn't come visit you yet."

My mouth closed when he said that.

"The last time you passed out and he didn't see you when he came back he asked about you in seconds. He didn't let anyone check his injuries and came straight to you. Now, he didn't ask for you. When Eun-yu and Mister Han told him what happened to you he just walked away."

I look away biting the inside of my cheek. It did hurt knowing that he didn't care enough about me to come and see me.

We didn't had a fight before this, but then again the last time we talked was when he went upstairs to cut down the sign.

Before Jae-heon died.

Maybe he's mad that he's dead and thinks it's my fault.

"I... I." I didn't know what to say, so I just shut my mouth and looked down at my legs.

I could feel some tears burning in my eyes, but I didn't let them run down my cheek. It's not like Hyun-su owns me anything.

We were barely friends, maybe not even friends to him.

My hands tighten around the edge of the makeshift bed.

I was probably just annoying him this whole time or he just pitied with me.

"Mi-na, are you okay?" Before looking back up at Eun-hyuk I blinked the tears away, making sure they wouldn't fall.

"I'm fine." His eyes scanned my face knowing damn well I was lying through my teeth.

"So what now?" I whisper out.

Eun-hyuk let out a deep breath.

"Whatever Hyun-su is thinking right now is being influenced by that guy. Maybe if we could separate the two we could talk to him and see why he's acting the way he does. That guy isn't okay, so if you see him avoid him." I nodded my head still staring in front of me.

"Okay, if you say so."

Should I avoid Hyun-su as well?

It's not like he's actively looking for me. But what if that guy plants more stuff in his head?

If I see Hyin-so I'll just talk to him, but I'm also not going to actively go look for him.

Feeling I was better now I stood up making Eun-hyuk's hand fall from my arm.

"Mi-na, where are you going?"

Turning my head to look at him.

"I need to check on Ji-su she was still hurt when I last saw her, maybe you should check up on her too." He stood up putting his hand on my shoulder.

"I already did. There were a few stitches loose, but everything is fine now." I gave him a small smile nodding my head.

I was glad he looked after her.

No matter what happened in the past he still has the best intention for everyone, even though it's not always the correct method the way he does things.

I can only imagine the pressure he has been on his shoulders right now. Even if his only a few years older than me he has so much responsibility for someone his age.

I don't know how he's doing all of this without breaking down.

Before I could hold myself back I brought Eun-hyuk into my embrace. We were both surprised by my actions, but I think we both needed it.

"Thank you," I mutter against his shoulder.

"For taking care of me, us." I continued.

It took him a while, but he eventually wrapped his arms around me. It was a little awkward for him to do so, but he still did it.

I don't think he has given a lot of hugs in his life.

"Not only now in this time of crisis, but before everything went bad as well."

He could have just ignored me and seen me as one of his little sister's friends, but he didn't.

He made an effort to talk to me when I was over at their place. Offer me food and a place to sleep when it was late even though I lived in the same building or walked me to my apartment because he knew that this wasn't the best place to be alone in the evening for a girl.

Waited with me on Eun-yu when she was late. He did all of that even though I was just his little sister's friend.

"It's okay. You make my sister happy, so I'm happy to do all those things." I nodded my head before pulling away.

"Besides you're also my friend remember? I care about you and I don't want you to get hurt." A smile came to my face happy that he said that.

For some part, he reminded me of my friend Ace. He would always look after me when I was hurt. Even when I told him I was fine.

"I don't want you to get hurt as well. I honestly don't think I can handle Eun-yu on my own." He laughs shaking his head.

"To be honest, she probably listens more to you than me. I know that if something happened to me she would be fine with you." I didn't like that he thought that something would happen to him.

I'm here hoping that everyone will survive this.

"We will all survive this, Eun-hyuk. Maybe not all of us will be fully human, but we will survive."

I'll make sure that nobody will die anymore that I care about even if that means I have to kill people of monsters.

Previous Chapter ~ Next Chapter

[dasillypacowaco]

First met.

So, Pim and Hobie actually met 3 times before they start getting to know each other so we're gonna go through all those times bc I'm bored.

The sound of people chattering and doing their things filled the spider society HQ. Pim just got recruited a week ago and was already overwhelmed by how much spider-people there actually are, and he was a bit scared as well.

Pim walked around the HQ, trying to find his way around with confusion when he bumped into someone, or maybe that someone bumped into him, he wasn't sure. But what he sure was that he fell onto his butt while hearing a deep male voice with cockney accent said,

"sorry, mate, my bad."

Pim looked up, but the person seems to be gone already, leaving him puzzled and a tiny bit upset.

An hour and a half... it's been an hour and a half since Pim has been tapping his foot furiously, grumbling and walking around in circles as he waited on something. Or rather someone.

"ugh, where the fuck is that guy!?"

Pim was on a mission, a mission that Miguel has assigned him on with another spider-person. He doesn't know who they are but he knows one thing, he already hated them. Who leave their co-worker waiting for an hour and a half on a mission!? They better have one hell of a good reason.

Then, the sound of portal coming from behind Pim making him jumped slightly as he turned around and ready to see what kind of person made him waited this long.

Jumping out from the opened portal was a tall, lanky Spider-Man with punk style clothing and spikes everywhere. Pim was...intimidated, to say the least. In his universe it was a slight cyber-punk world with an entire different fashion, so seeing some dressed like that was not an usual thing.

"Let just get this over with, yeah?"

The punk guy walked pass Pim. His voice was deep and his accent was thick. Pim, being a none native English speaker, barely made out what the guy said.

"Hey! Do you know how long I've been waiting for you!? Where were you!??"

"I don't believe in time."

...what? Pim was confused, upset, frustrated, and hated this man's gut.

After the mission (which was not a pleasant mission) he found out that the guy he just went on a mission with was Hobart "Hobie" Brown from E-138. He made sure to remember his name and tell Miguel not to pear him up with that guy ever again or he'll quit.

Pim jumped out of the portal, into HQ with a tied up anomaly in his arms and Gwen Stacy, or Ghost-spider by his side. They just finished a mission together and surprisingly, they've become a really good friend despite the fact that they went on only one mission together.

After dealing with the anomaly, Gwen leaded Pim through the HQ to meet her friend. She wanted them to be friends as well since they both are really good friends to her.

"So...Pim, this is Hobie. Hobie, this is Pim!"

Glaring. The only thing Pim gave Hobie was an intense glare. He didn't expect this, and didn't like this at all. Though, he couldn't deny that Hobie was...kinda attractive without his mask but that's not the point.

"Ay! It's you, lad! Little grumpy mate! Been a while, innit?"

"Nope."

Pim decided that he can't deal with this today. He turned around instantly and walked away from the two. Gwen was confused, but Hobie seems to be amused as he scoffed and watched Pim walked away.

"wait- you guys know each other?"

Later date on, Gwen tried to convince Pim that Hobie wasn't as bad as he thinks and to give the man a chance. So Pim started to hang out with Gwen and Hobie, and also Pavitr more. He still hate Hobie's gut though, but admir how he stands up for what he believes in and how he cares about his friends.

If the grammar was messed up or wrong please don't attack me, English is not my first language I'm so sorry

[bringbackmaes14]

Weird things that happened in my French class this semester, specifically relating to my teacher

I will be referring to my professor as Prof W. My classmates will be J and S. (Also for reference not relating to my teacher but the class, on the first day of class there were six students (including me), on the second day there were three of us, and by the fourth week and through the end of the semester, it was just me, J, and Prof W.)

On the first day of class, Prof W walked into the classroom, asked if he was the teacher, left when no one responded, then came back 10 seconds later and said “oh, no, I’m the teacher”

Prof W never had an attendance sheet, he just made us write down our first names on a sheet of notebook paper and that was it

Prof made us buy the textbook off some weird international textbook website I've never even heard of rather than through the school bookstore???

On the second day of class, Prof W couldn’t find the classroom even though S, J, and I were all sitting relatively close to the door. When we pointed out the classroom to him, he said “oh you know, they are always changing the numbers.”

Prof W didn’t know what time class started or ended at for the first week even though he started and ended class on time. To remedy this he started setting an alarm for the end of class every day.

After literally not moving from one spot in the classroom for like, five minutes, Prof W started coughing and said “Sorry. You know I’m allergic to all of this.”

Prof W is not on the “rate my professor” website

Prof W taught us the phrase “pas de soucis” which translates to “no worries” he then started laughing and said there was a funny story behind the phrase. The funny story was that “the French were trying to colonize people in Australia but then the English came and massacred everyone and everyone said ‘pas de soucis’ about it.” That was the extent of the story. Prof W said all this while laughing.

I have no idea where Prof W prints out our tests. There are plenty of perfectly functional printers all over campus. He gave us our first test, and it was so low on ink that the questions were barely legible. By the time I got to the third question, the professor said “oh I should put this up on the screen”, and I realized I had done problem 1 wrong because part of it wasn’t even printed on the paper. (We were having to tell the time on analog clocks but apparently, some clocks had suns next to them and some had moons, so suddenly my answers like “midi” had to be changed to “minuit”.)

Professor W is not entirely fluent in English. There have been a few times where he’s explained things in French and then said “I don’t know if this is a word/phrase in English. Do you say [insert regular everyday words] in English?” This particular day's words/phrases included the word “anecdote” (which is pronounced the almost exactly the same in English and French and means the same thing), whether there’s a difference between the words for kitchen sink and a sink in the bathroom (because there is in French), and the proper grammar and usage of the words “coming” and “going” (which is just... wtf).

On our second test we had to describe where a monkey was in relation to a cube because we were learning directions. The problem was he never taught us what the words for cube or monkey were, so I just had to figure out which was which based on the pictures and the directional words in the question. I almost got 3 of them wrong because of this.

During fall break, Professor W showed up at my job looking for a book (I work in the college library). We talked a little and I mentioned I only have class on Tuesdays and Thursdays (this is relevant for later, it's also relevant to mention this happened on a Tuesday and it was the last day of fall break). I left him to peruse the French textbooks and eventually he found one he liked. He passed me, said goodbye and left. He then came back like 10 seconds later and said "Do I need my school ID to check these out?" WTF OF COURSE YOU DO SIR. So he put the books back because he didn't have it and left again. He then came in A THIRD TIME and asked me, "Do we have class on Thursday?" I was awestruck. Did we??? Apparently he just got confused when I said I only had class on Tuesdays and Thursdays and thought I meant Fall Break extended to this Thursday? And then he said "Okay well let me know if we don't have class." And left???? SIR I'M NOT IN CHARGE OF WHETHER WE HAVE CLASS OR NOT YOU ARE (although I could've just texted J and been like "do you wanna skip class?" and we wouldn't miss anything because he'd have no one to teach.)

Prof W was teaching me how to conjugate verbs with passe compose, and he was doing "er" verbs, which I've learned a lot of (manger, marcher, jouer, parler) and he conjugated "manger" on the board, and then he couldn't think of another "er" verb and he was quiet for another second and then he wrote "tuer" on the board, and said "tuer, which means 'to murder'" LIKE THAT WAS A COMPLETELY NORMAL THING TO FOLLOW UP WITH???? I WAS ALONE WITH THIS MAN IN THE CLASSROOM AND SCARED FOR MY FUCKING LIFE

During the third test in this class Prof W stopped me in the middle of my test to ask me about another student's grades. He asked me if "F" was failing (which... WHAT WHY DON'T YOU KNOW THAT) and then asked me what "FA" was and he gave this whole spiel about how the student has missed a lot of class and he's thinking about dropping out but he'd lose a lot of scholarship money. I then explained that "FA" probably meant "failed attendance". Prof said "oh that's good that makes sense" and then just walked back to his desk

During that same test: the test was only 7 questions and numbers 5 and 6 were exact repeats of 1 and 2 and Prof was like "oh I guess just cross out the doubles". Also these weren't just one part problems like "write a one-sentence response to this question" they were both like 5 part problems. Also when he was looking over the repeating questions he pointed at part of #1 and went "this is wrong you should fix that" SIR THIS IS A TEST I APPRECIATE THE HELP BUT YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO HELP ME

I got to class one day and the door was locked and it's never locked so that was weird. Prof W shows up and his card doesn't open the door. SO HE JUST TAKES US BACK TO THE LOBBY TO HAVE CLASS????? AND. AND. HE DIDN'T EVEN TAKE US TO ONE OF THE TABLES MEANT FOR MULTIPLE PEOPLE TO SIT DOWN AT HE TOOK US TO ONE OF THE TINY COFFEE TABLES WITH ARMCHAIRS AROUND IT????

Also regarding his card not opening the door, he said he would call someone to put the class on his card before he walked to the lobby. And then he didn't for 35 minutes. He sat us down and got us working and only after 35 minutes did he stand up, say "I have to take this", and go call security to open the door.

We had an assignment due on 11/28 at midnight and J and I were both working on it that day, but we got confused if we were supposed to pick 1 of the 2 prompts to complete or if we had to complete both, so I texted Prof W at 1:30 pm for this assignment (which I will remind you was due that night at midnight). Well anyway, he texted me back AT FUCKING 8:30 THE NEXT MORNING and said "you have to do both". I had already done both just to be safe, but Jazmine was not so lucky 

J got an email from Prof W, from his college email AND IT GAVE HER A PHISHING WARNING??? LIKE STRAIGHT UP OUTLOOK WAS LIKE "this guy is a scammer" WHAT

For background, throughout the semester, every week we've had to present a recording of ourselves reciting passages from the textbook in class. What Prof W didn't tell us UNTIL FUCKING TODAY, THE DAY OF THE FINAL, is that we apparently were supposed to turn all of these into the Dropbox each week. BUT HE NEVER FUCKING TOLD US THAT SO I DELETED THEM BECAUSE I THOUGHT THEY WEREN'T IMPORTANT SO NOW I HAVE TO RERECORD LIKE 12 MINIATURE ORAL PRESENTATIONS

He graded the final exam OUT OF 10????? I got a 10/10 so it's fine but WHO THE FUCK GRADES A FINAL EXAM OUT OF 10???

Anyway I love this man and I want him to be my French professor again.

[choerypetal]

Home. Chishiya x Reader

Summary : Chishiya is having a fascination over the reader he thought he could get away from. Only to finding out she was the light to his darkness.

Warning : None (also english isn’t my first language, however I tried my best with grammar error and plot wise)

Enjoy 💗💗

Living in the Borderland has yet to become a nightmare you wished to have never happened. The slight feeling of blood dripping on your cheek, right after pulling the trigger at the right time. Enough for the body in front of you to fall face down, now to be only described as a dead corpse.

Every minutes, turned into an hour before completely turning into emptiness. An emptiness you felt corrupted by sadness, anger and solitude. Such emotions you had never once thought to experience in your life. And yet here you were, gun gripped tightly to your fingers, trembling as your enemies fresh blood dripped lifelessly on your clothes. Leaving you not only in complete shock and pain, but in a such petty way enough for someone to catch your attention.

There he was, standing just a few doors away from yours. Examining every movement you did. Something about you being « new » felt rather to interested for him. For him you were just another toy to play with.

Chishiya was his name, you learned it through Arisu (but never had the chance to get a clear look of his apparence) and who by being protective of you had rather decided to take you with him in order to keep you safe. Sadly, being just as stubborn you were, it didn’t last you enough for you to be lost once you decided to wonder around the Borderland, once escorted.

It didn’t took long enough before you were lost. Of course you did managed to remember about a few places such as the pool and the Hatter’s office but other than that the rest came more vague almost as if every time you passed a new room you were certain something was about to happened.

Thus, taking you by surprise the moment you heard a voice. A voice to cold yet not so friendly to be even thinking of offering whoever’s owner of this room or voice an apology to their privacy and yet out of habit, you did. “I’m sorry, I really didn’t-“

“Bare me your excuses. I am surprised you even got the guts to enter into The Hatter’s bedroom. Let alone Niragi’s, better watch your step next time.”

The voice faded just as the sound of their footsteps did along. However, the moment you were about the discover the stranger, nothing but a dim light flickering and silence corrupted the room before in your turn left the room out of sight.

Having a new face in the Bordeland has become quickly the top’s news. Even the Hatter himself being as frantic as he was, managed to invite Arisu, Usagi and you at one of the first meetings for the new comers.

Feeling rather uncomfortable at Niragi’s constant confrontation and small remarks, you noticed a pair of eyes watching you. It was him. Chishiya and just as he spoke, you were back into reality. The voice back at the Hatter’s place it was his all along. The pair of brown eyes watching you from a distance, all his.

Surprisingly, it didn’t took the both of you however, to start a conversation. His soft yet cold voice of his, intrigued you too much for you to become just as interested as he was with you. He just didn’t liked showing too much emotions.

The militants who worked with him noticed a slight change into his behavior. They noticed the sudden tone on the man’s voice whenever you shared the same room and as subtle as he tried to be. Heck even Chishiya noticed something in him changed.

Either you were to blinded, or just another prey of his.

Niragi of course, being the not so subtle out of everyone, grew annoyed that his very own team mate couldn’t face the fact that maybe. Chishiya’s new distraction became a little more than that.

“You know, if you stand there like a creep. I’m not surprised she would kill you like that bastard who tried to take her beauty away.” He murmured almost sounding like a threat, making a Chishiya rather annoyed.

Days has passed and you were getting familiar with the game’s tactics. How the world was build and how fascinated you become once Chishiya told you more about it.

The both of you grew closer, not wanting to express anymore feelings to make it talked about, you both knew it was for the best. And yet something deep inside felt as if you belong in each other’s arms but such coldness separated this act.

That is when one night, you and Chishiya were assigned for a game. A game you were both against another team, a game of where the heart was trust.

Things were going as told, however you were one tonight’s target. You felt the blade quickly brushing ahead of you just as you could, get away from but it was only a lost cost. Chishiya yelled out your name but it was to late. Your vision felt blurry just enough before for you felt into his arms.

Right before your eyes you knew it was your last days, and yet your mind by faith decided otherwise. You were found in a bed, rather comfortable, your eyes meeting the harsh light from the lamps enough for the people who sat next to you notice your awakening.

The first you noticed was Arisu with a poorly made bouquet of flowers held it to you. You smiled and thanked him. “Don’t forget it was me who chosen the flowers”. Niragi said, mocking Arisu in which you roll your eyes thanking them once again before they reunited in another argument on whom was going to put the flowers in the bowl.

“I will.” A voice too familiar interrupted the little fiasco. Your eyes meeting him once again, thinking that last night was going to be your last. “Chishiya...” You spoken softly received, by a smile you never once thought from such a man as his could.

Niragi taking Arisu knowing a little too much for your liking, left for you both’s privacy and quickly corrupted by a moment of silence before Chishiya walked towards you and said. “Feeling alright?”

To be frank you couldn’t tell. Something inside you was glad to be alive but on the other, felt such emptiness that you couldn’t even comprehend it’s own cause. “I had my better days.”

You both chuckled and as he sat down next to your bed, he gently took your hand onto his, delicately pressing his soft lips on it. Frowning at his quite unusual actions, you questioned him on his behavior.

“What’s wrong?” You decided to ask, feeling such worries in his eyes but also satisfaction to the fact that you were all alive and well.

He chuckles softly as he was sinking into deep madness, thinking how he could live such weird emotions in such quick paste. “Do you ever believed in love?” He asked you and by the tone of his voice, thought to yourself that he also was just thinking how rubbish it sounded. But he insist by repeating : “Have you?”

You looked at him for a few moments, feeling the slight heat coming trough your cheeks, trying to look away before he even catches your blush. Which he on his end showed a soft smile and continued. “It’s crazy how ever since you showed up, I’ve tried to ignore you. I couldn’t technically say why you made such an effect on me and yet for some reasons I do.”

Listening to every words, you held his hand a little tighter as a source of comfort. “You know... I’ve been feeling strange emotions as well, hell even those I never knew I could experience in a life time. I guess by meeting you I could finally say you were like home..”

Home? He wondered through his mind, admiring you as if he knew that maybe loving you weren’t his lost cost into living a little longer into the Borderland and to once you both left... live a life together. For once.

“I love you, Chishiya. As much as I know you want it to push it away, the distraction I’ve caused-“

His lips brushed yours in an instant. Not letting you finish your phrase, you knew what he felt to. Maybe you both needed each other and no matter the cause, the sacrifice you’ll have each other’s side.

“See told you, now give me five bucks.” Niragi’s was heard silently watching the scene with an Arisu whom seemed rather uncomfortable and a Aguni, annoyed by his loss. Thus, making the Chishiya and you turning heads to the scene, with such glare all three new it was time to leave.

[minjix]

Crawford Collins x female reader

fluff + angst

WARNING: mentions fainting & blood !!

summary: when Crawford called you over to film a 'small' challenge, you never expected to jump for 1 hour on a small trampoline for five thousand dollars. But you did.

You could feel your t-shirt cling to your sweaty back. You could physically hear your own heartbeat and you had a difficult time deciding whether that was a bad thing or not.

You had to win this for Crawford. He was already pretty broke and giving away 5k would only worsen his situation, so as the great friend that you are, you accepted the hideous challenge.

After his last video with the girls, the fans were pretty disappointed to not see you participate so Crawford jumped at the idea to film the challenge yet again but with both genders.

"Y/n, you good?" Kian gasped as he jumped beside you. He had already taken off his t-shirt despite Jc’s complaining.

"Yup." You closed your eyes and focused on the small, barely noticeable wind that brought relief to your overheating body. "You?"

Kian only nodded and watched as Crawford went back and forth interviewing everyone participating in the challenge.

You opened your eyes and grew worried at the colors that seemed to explode in front of your very eyes. You looked around to see if anyone was witnessing the same thing but it seemed as though you were the only one.

'Is this what a heatstroke feels like?' You thought to yourself as your head began to feel light and heavy at the same time.

You stopped jumping. Something was seriously wrong. Your tongue felt bone dry and it seemed you had lost the ability to call out for help. You knew you were about to pass out so you tried to step down the trampoline only resulting in your face-planting on the ground.

And then everything went dark.

You found yourself laying on the grass with everyone staring down worriedly at you. Crawford was crouching beside you, pressing a shirt down on your forehead.

"Holy shit Y/n, you okay?" He asked worriedly. Questions were thrown around as everyone panicked but you couldn’t understand why. ‘Why is everyone panicking?’ ‘What happened?’

"W-what?" You had a hard time understanding what they were saying so you quickly grew impatient. Pushing Crawford away from you, you tried to push yourself up but you had little to no energy left in your body.

"Call an ambulance."

Everything looked hazy and it felt like your heart was beating out of your rib cage. You’ve never felt so confused as you did now. Everything was blurring together again and then the worst pain you've ever felt hit you. The pain blossomed from your head and grew down your spine.

You let out a groan from the pain and tears ran down your cheeks and into your soaked hair. ´´M-my head.´´

Crawford's eyes were wide and his face was pale as he and everyone else stared down at you, panicking. ''I-I know, but you'll be okay. All you gotta do is to stay awake, can you do that for me?''

He sounds so scared, you thought as you mumbled out a tired yes.

You continued to stare at him, still not understanding the situation, but it was pretty obvious that it was not good. And despite all your efforts, your e/c eyes rolled into the back of your head.

this is my first imagine, as you can tell lmao. english is not my mother tongue so sorry for the grammar.

this image is basically a trial to see if i'm comfortable enough to keep on writing so don't be scared to request an imagine of whoever.

(might post a part two.)

[just-fan-fics]

Colors

pairing: draco malfoy x reader ; harry potter x reader (barely) 

summary: you see everything in black and white except for the person that you love, them you can see in color; but what happens when the color from your boyfriend, Harry, starts to fade and the color from Draco starts to brighten up.

warning: angst, fluff

italics are memories 

a/n: Sorry for any grammar/spelling mistake English is not my first language. I saw this idea on tiktok (so credits to the rightful owner) and I thought of writing it down. I hope y'all like it :) 

Request are open!

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The colors starts to fade and you can't help but feel guilty. Your feelings for Harry disappearing. You don't have to blame yourself, with the whole issue of who-must-not-be-named he hasn't had time for you. But at the same time you feel bad for that. You tell yourself that this cannot be, you need to be more patient, he has a lot on his plate and you need to be there, supporting him.

Probably what makes you feel more guilty is that the color of Draco has started to brighten up. When Harry started to pay less attention to you, Draco was the first one to notice that you were not doing well, and starting to look at you asking with his eyes if you were alright and that, that was all you wanted.

You just wanted someone to look at you, to ask you if you were alright, to notice if you weren’t doing good, someone that was there for you to share your happy moments and be there for your sad ones. 

You just wanted someone to be there, to care. 

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“Harry!” you say while running to him, a big smile on your face. You just made the quidditch team of your house and you were also chosen to lead the duel team of your house. You are beyond happy and can’t wait to share the news with your boyfriend. 

“Y/n-

“You can’t believe all that just happen to me in just a few hours” you cut him, way to excited to not say anything. 

“Can’t it wait? I have to meet Ron and Hermione” he says signaling with his thumb behind him. 

“Can’t it wait for just a moment? I really want to share this with you” you say, your excitement switching for disappointment and sadness. 

“Sorry but no, I need to talk to them now. I’ll talk to you at dinner” he says leaving. 

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"What's the matter y/l/n?" he says after seeing you upset even though you've won the duel tournament. "Potter didn't come to see his girlfriend?" he says with small smirk.

"Fuck off Malfoy" you say storming pass him.

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“This is the boys bathroom” a voice says, you look up and even with the tears on your eyes, you can see Draco.

“Oh, sorry I’ll leave” you say cleaning your tears. 

“Are you alright?” 

“Yeah” you say passing through him.

“You don’t sound or look alright” he says, chuckling at the end but with worry on his tone. You can notice that he’s trying to cheer you up like he thinks could work. 

“I know. Thank you for noticing, you’re the first one” you say looking at him and leaving. 

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For the pass weeks Draco has been there for you being the first one to actually notice that you were not doing alright. He was there for you when no one else was.

The part of you that feels guilty wants to fight the part that says that is alright to not love Harry anymore, to love Draco instead because is through actions that a person demonstrates that they love you, no through words.

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"May I?" you say signaling the seat in front of Draco.

"Sure, but won't Potter be upset of you sitting with me?" he says half joking.

"He's too busy to notice" you say a sad smile forming on your lips.

"I know that you don't like me but," he scratches the back of his neck nervously "you know if you need to talk, I'm here"

You look at him not believing his words. You though he didn't like you, that he despised you for being Harry's girlfriend but apparently you were wrong.

"Thanks Draco, really" you say with a genuine smile on your lips.

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You need to talk with Harry, you've notice the colors fading.

You know he's busy trying to protect everyone and he's always on the alert of new threads, and probably it wouldn't be that bad if he let you help but he doesn't. You though that maybe is because he loves you too much to put you on harm ways, but it's not the case.

You've seen it, you've seen the way he looks at Ginny, and how he tells her everything about their new 'mission' and let her help. At first you just ignored it, not believing that and knowing that Harry would tell you if his feelings changed but he doesn't talk to you as much as he used to anymore.

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"Y/n" Draco says sitting next to you on the Great Hall. "Yes?" you reply looking at him.

He brushes his hair. "Would you-Would you like to go to Hogsmade with me?" you look at him not knowing what to say "I know that you're with Harry, I just thought we could go as friends"

"I'd like to" you say smiling

---

The color of Draco starts to brighten up everyday a little bit more. You don't think much of it, he's been there for you, making you smile and laugh, something you haven't done in a long time.

You need to talk with Harry, tell him that this can't go on and that you need to go your separate ways to be fully happy.

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"You left me for him?!" says Harry angry and pointing from him to Draco. You look at him, feeling the anger on his voice and you can't stop yourself.

"Yes I left you for him for one simple reason, he was there for me when you weren't, he was there for me when you were too busy fighting the world and you couldn't even take five minutes of your time for me, and the worst it's that you were too busy that you didn't even notice that I was not doing alright and Draco was the first one to notice it. So yes I left you for him because he was there for me and that's all I was asking you to do but you couldn't even do that." tears flooding down your cheeks. "With this I learnt that I'm not important to you, you only care about the next threat" you say as calmly as you can.

Without another word you turn around and Draco wastes no time to embrace you, you bury your head on the crook of his neck.

You look at Harry one last time seeing as he walks away along with Hermione and Ron not looking back at you.

You look at him seeing the remaining colors fade from him and the ones in Draco brightening stronger than before.

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You lay against the tree, the sun caressing your skin, the light wind making the water on the lake move softly. Your hand stroking Draco's hair while he lays on your lap.

You look at the lake thinking back of how much your life has changed in just a few weeks, and how happy you are and feel right now.

“What are you thinking?” Draco says standing so he’s eye to eye with you. “Just how happy I feel right now, with you” 

He smiles brightly something you’ve never seen before and you like it, you like this side of Draco in which he’s relax not worrying about anything but expending time with you, having you in his arms. 

“I feel so happy with you too” he says before closing the distance between the two of you and kissing you. 

[hearts4-robin]

# flying colors - Katsuki Bakugo

# genre - fluffy angst

# pairing - Katsuki Bakugo x y/n (no specific gender)

# warnings - yelling, swearing, inappropriate words, intense arguments, crying, anxiety, trauma, panic/anxiety attack

# ages - Katsuki Bakugo: 16 - y/n: 16

# authors note - I hope you like this short story (: let me know if you like it and send in some requests! <# this story haven't been read through and English isn't my first language so sorry for any grammar mistakes etc.

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# - Thursday - 01.46 a.m. - U.A. Class 1-A dorm building - #

You had forgotten what you were arguing about. But it was heated. It was horrible, the yelling from your boyfriend was driving you crazy. He had just came back from another late extra practice and he had been lacking on giving you any attention. You got that you were both hardworking students but you missed the tingling feeling from when he'd hold you close at 2am while discussing why Mineta is a total asshole.

"You never talk to me anymore!" You voice almost cracked as the words left your mouth. Katsuki's frown sunk deeper, his vein in his neck starting to pulse faster. "Maybe I don't want to pay attention to you, y/n! Ever thought about WHY I always practice so late?" he snapped back. You could clearly see how he was holding back his anger. "Well- no, I haven't-" the thought struck you like one of Kamanari's shocks. "Are you cheating on me?" Katsuki's eyes widened as he watched tears prickle up in your eyes. "What-, no what kind of boyfriend do you actually think I am?" He was yelling. On the brink of screaming at you. "Clearly one who avoids me! Avoids my company! If you're so sick of hanging out with me, why don't you just go right ahead and break up with me?" Now you were yelling too. Holding back wasn't a thing anymore. You watched as Katsuki's hands started releasing small explosions as I his eyes turned darker. You couldn't tell if it was in disappointment, anger or sadness.

"Now why would you say that! Huh? Why?" He was screaming, a hidden growl and sadness under his voice. "Because it's how I feel, Katsuki!" you frowned deeper as your nails dug into the palms of your hands, creating small moon-shaped marks. "I don't care about how you feel, y/n!" You immediately felt a sting of pain in your chest as you watched your boyfriend clench his fist and walk past you and into his dorm room. Well aware that he just woke up half the for building, he slammed the door shut. You covered your mouth with your hand as warm salty tears started streaming down your cheeks. How could he say that to you?

"y/n-chan?-" You looked up, snapping out of the daze you had fallen into. The worried face of your fellow classmate, Eijiro Kirishima, appeared from his bedroom door. "Are you okay? I couldn't help but overhear you and Bakubros argument." He stated as he walked out the door and closing it, revealing himself in a fated red sweatshirt with a big 'Crimson Riot' over the chest and a pair of black pajama pants. You shook your head no at his question as he walked towards you in his big slippers. He frowned worridly as he allowed himself to wrap his arms around you and pull you into a hug. You let out a low sob before you buried your face in Eijiros chest. "H-He doesn't ca-care-, he doesn't care a-about me anymore!" You clung onto Eijiro as he rubbed your back in soothing circles in hope of calming down your mixed feelings. Your chest hurt, your throat was sore and your head was pounding in a quick pace.

"You know Bakubro-, he's not always easy to handle. He won't tell you but he really does love you. He cares for you a lot, y/n." Eijiro looked at you as he lowered his arms around you. You looked at your red haired classmate before he looked towards Katsuki's bedroom. "Give him three days alright? If he doesn't do anything, dump him. I know it sounds harsh but that's the rule I've lived after and it's one of the best decisions I've ever made. Think about it." You nodded at his words before wiping your tears off your cheeks, even though you knew they'd be back as soon as you'd close your bedroom door. "Good. Sleep well dude! I'll see you at breakfast tomorrow. Don't stay up too late!" Eijiro grinned cheekily as he waved at you. He closed his door as he disappeared behind it. Your lip quivered as you slowly walked to the elevator. You weakly pressed the button to summon the elevator. Stepping inside after the doors opened with a low 'ding!' you leaned against the wall. You pressed the button to your dorm floor before the elevator moved slowly. You rewinded the whole argument in front of you, everything passing like flying colors with all the wrong shades.

The elevator once again let out a 'ding!' before the doors slit open. Sniffling, you walked out of the elevator with your head down. "Young y/n."

You looked up with slightly wide eyes as you heard Mr. Aizawa speak. "M-Mister Aizawa-" You got cut off by his stare. It told you everything. You bowed before walking to your room. "I'll go to sleep. I'm sorry for waking you up." You sniffled back a few tears before you closed your bedroom door after you. Letting out a small sob, you feel onto your bed. You felt absolutely miserable. You felt horrible. The pain and guilt in your chest had spread to your stomach and you felt sick to the guts as you broke down in tears again. After almost 6 months with Katsuki as your #1 wingman and your boyfriend, hearing his words hurt you. 'I don't care about how you feel, y/n!'

Those 8 words burned in the very front of your brain while you tried to sleep, escape from the aching pain.

# - Thursday - 05.30 a.m. - U.A. Class 1-A dorm building - #

You had been wide awake for the past 30 minutes, distracting yourself by getting ready. Brushing your hair, getting dressed in your uniform and doing whatever was left to do. Your appetite was small, but your stomach still craved some food. You opened the door and stepped out, rubbing your tired eyes. You followed the other few classmates on your hall to the elevator.

“Good-morning y/n…” You looked to your right to see Ashido yawning, dark circles under her eyes. “Good-morning Ashido-. Didn’t you sleep?” She leaned back and stretched her arms, her shirt rising a little as the elevator continued moving down slowly. “Not much-, Bakugo was throwing around with stuff all night! Mr. Aizawa had to tell him to keep it down and go to bed. Nobody knows what’s going on with him right now.” She yawned again after finishing off. A little sting poked you in your chest as she spoke before the elevator let out another ‘ding!’. The door opened, revealing Katsuki, Izuku, Tenya and Eijiro at the table. You and Ashido walked towards the table, and both sat down. You sat down beside Tenya, as far away from Katsuki as possible, which was odd. Very odd. Katsuki was frowning more as usual before he angrily got up from the table and violently grabbing his tray of breakfast. You avoided eye contact at all costs. You looked at the tray of food Tenya had pushed towards you. You looked up to see everybody at the table looking at you with various different expressions. Worry, confusion and awaiting. “y/n… What happened?” You looked at Tenya as he spoke. You poked to your food, the appetite you had earlier suddenly disappearing. “Nothin’.” You mumbled before standing up, holding your tray with weak hands. You left the table to the kitchen.

You froze in your tracks as you saw Katsuki in his usual black shirt with the white print on. He was holding his empty tray in his hands as the unfinished food was thrown in the nearest bin. He glared at you before tossing the tray on the counter and leaving the room. You looked after him, tears prickling and threating to escape from your tear-bags. You placed your full tray on the counter before walking back to the common area. Those moments that felt like hours in the kitchen was just a few minutes. Within those minutes, Katsuki had left the dorm and just about everyone else was up and eating. Walking towards the shoe racks, you picked up your shoes and slipped them on. You stepped out the door, already feeling the early morning cold from December. You stepped onto the road leading towards the school and started walking.

"y/n! Wait up!-" You looked behind you, seeing, once again, Eijiro running towards you while clumsily putting on his shoes. "Eijiro?..." You voice was sore from barely talking this morning. Usually, you get along with Tsu and Ashido pretty well, Yaoyorozu too.

Eijiro caught up to you as you both started walking. "Did you hear Bakubro yesterday?" He looked at you, adjusting hid headband. You shook your head. "No. Ashido told me about how Mr. Aizawa had to stop it." You were mumbling, you never mumbled around people like Eijiro. "Hm.. He'll get better. How are you feeling today? Did you get sleep yesterday?" You both reached the front of the school. He opened the door for you as you, once again, shook your head. "Hard time falling asleep?" You nodded at his question as he walked in behind you. "Do you need to talk about anything? I suck at advice but I'm always here to listen!" You nodded, smiling a little bit. You truly were grateful for people who checked up on you like Eijiro did. You both entered the empty classroom.

"Where's Bakubro?" Eijiro looked around, frowning in confusion. "I think her went for a walk or something like that. I don't know, he didn't tell me..." You dozed off as you sat down in your seat. "Tenya should be here soon." You stated as Eijiro sat down, leaning back in his seat. "Tenya is so manly! Taking responsibility to keep the class in line!" You nodded as Eijiro continued to ramble about manliness. Soon, the class was filled up, even Katsuki had shown up.

You were laid over your desk, looking up towards Mr. Aizawa as he spoke. Another practice day. The costumes slid out the wall, everybody standing up to grab their case with their costume.

# - Thursday - 08.27 a.m. - U.A. Gym Gamma - #

"Wow, y/n! Did you choose a new color scheme? It matches Bakugo's!" You looked down at yourself as Ashido, Kamanari and Tokoyami admired your new costume. You nodded at their questions. "I did. I don't know if he likes it." You were mumbling again. Kamanari opened his mouth to speak but was cut off by Cementoss.

"Alright, everybody. Pair up in two and try improve your quirks." Everybody nodded and paired up in two. Mezo walked up to you, kindly asking if you wanted to pair up. You nodded as you both walked to one of the platforms. Using you quirk, you made your way up to the platform along with Mezo.

# - Thursday - 10.58 a.m. - U.A. Gym Gamma - #

"T-Ten-... Tentacole-..." You crouched forward, your lungs hurting as you gasped for air. "I-I need a break." Mezo immediately stopped his movements as he noticed your shaking limps. "y/n? Are you okay?-" He runs to you, helping you sit down. "Shit..." Your head started spinning as your breathing became uneven. You could feel Mezo's multiple arms wrap around you to support you.

"LOOK AT ME WHEN WE'RE FIGHTING, SHITTY HAIR!" Eijiro looked away from you and towards Bakugou who was flying towards him. He quickly shielded himself and hardened his arms. "WHAT'S SO IMPORTANT THAT YOU CAN'T LOOK AT ME?" he screamed as he dodged one of Eijiro's hits. He looked away again, Bakugou taking his chance to land a hit on Eijiro. "y/n-" Eijiro fell back as he kept his eyes locked on your small form being supported in Mezo's arms. "y/n? WHAT ABOUT HER?!" Bakugou was furious, letting out all the anger from the night before. He looked around, finding it weird for shitty hair to talk so much about you. His eyes widened as he saw you, knowing what was happening to you just now. He quickly took off in a run. "Y/N!"

You looked up weakly, seeing Katsuki flying towards you. "Katsuki..." You let out a small cry as you tried calming down your breath. Your vision started blurring. "y/n! Squidward get away from her!" Mezo knew better than to talk back. He looked at you before slowly letting go of you as Katsuki ran to you, gently picking you up and into his embrace. "Are you mad?! What the fuck happened-" He didn't look worried but you knew he was. The glint in his eyes showed it. "y/n- breathe. Did you drink and eat? Of course you didn't- you left as soon as you saw me, you little dipshit." He grumbled under his breath as the others started to notice Bakugo screams fading. He picked you up and jumped down, running towards a place to put you down. Cementoss approached you both but you vision was failing you right now.

"What happened?" He looked at the two of you. "She's having a panic attack. Water." Katsuki sat down with you, holding you close. "I'm sorry, firecracker-. I shouldn't have said that-" He held you closer as Cementoss walked out to get you some water. "It's okay-" "No shut up. It's not. Don't fucking say anything." He growls at you as he sits down, leaning against the gym wall and laying you between his legs. He ripped off his big hand gear and threw them beside you both before propping you up against his chest. "Breathe. Breathe you dumb-ass-" he took a deep breath as you tried to follow his breathing pattern. "It's okay. I got you. I won't let anyone, not me either, hurt you." He was whispering now, gently caressing your arm. Cementoss returned with a bottle of water. Katsuki quickly grabbed the bottle and ripped the cap off before gently helping you chug down the water. "We'll wait till lunch. Cementoss, the time." He looked at Cementoss. "It's 11.47. Lunch is in about 15 minutes." Katsuki nodded before he looked back at you. You were blinking slowly, your breathing back to normal now as he lowly talked to you.

"It's okay. I got you. And I'm not letting go of you again, never."

[alexlabhont]

I didn’t mean to fall in love with you

Chapter eleven

Book: Queen B - Choices (Universe)

Pairing:  Poppy Min-Sinclair x Trans!Male MC (Beck Hughes)

Genre: Canon re-write (Because I can)

Rating: Anyone can read it, really

Tags: @dopeyouth @theymakemegayer @save-me-the-last-dance @poppysmc (If anyone want to be tagged in or removed, just tell me)

This is me trying to write by and for the Trans community, specially FTM community, meaning, trans guys, but I actually took the liberty to use They/them pronouns for everyone out there who´s interested (Also, the name Beck was the most neutral one I could find, trying to use the cannon Bea Hughes)

If you have any comment, PLEASE BE RESPECTFULL and patient with me. This is also my first english fanfic and english is not my mother language, so… i’m sorry fo the grammar errors. I also installed recently Grammary, so… hope its worth it.

This chapter contains some sensitive topics about tragedies and sex insinuations, I really didn't want to write it down with details both out of respect. I mean, personally, I didn't want to explain what's "under" in a fanfic, but if you do have doubts or curiosity, ask away in chat, especially if you are starting hormones, there is a lot for you to know about down there because it definitely changes something. Also, this other topic might touch a nerve and I really didn't do it without respect to the victims, so I'm sorry if it feels like that.

Previously

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Staten Island it’s the third-largest borough in New York, but it is the least populated. The northern part of the island is the most urbanized, with some areas of somewhat decayed housing blocks that didn’t attract attention at all. It was… ok? quiet? She wasn’t sure exactly what to say about that place, but what was another thing she wasn’t sure about? Well...

“Are you not going to tell me what are we doing?” Poppy asked once again, feeling irritated as they both walked through the breeze but warm streets. At first, she thought they were taking the bus but Beck asked something to a random guy and started walking for a really, really long time, what was all this about? Beck looked tense, kind of nervous, and that alone made her feel strange, unnerved. "Are you alright?" Poppy asked again, but this time she sounded worried.

"Yeah, I'm just…" They exhaled in an attempt to draw their nerves away from themself. "I'm pretty nervous. I've never done this before." Beck chuckled.

"Do what?" Poppy frowned, curiosity floating in her mind strongly, to be honest, she had never seen them so tense before, even though they were trying to look calm. Beck smirked and took her by the hand.

"Come on, I have to show you something."

"Is it too far?"

"Are you already tired?" Beck replied, mocking her with that sassy smile of theirs.

"Me? Absolutely no." She said, raising an eyebrow. "I could literally go for miles."

"I'll have to prove that myself." Beck winked and she couldn't help but laugh.

"You're a dimwit."

"Yeah" they shrugged. "I'm cute, though.”

“Barely.” She rolled her eyes, trying to suppress a smile but failing in the process so Beck laughed at it. Suddenly an unexpected drop felt swiftly in her nose, making her look up to the sky where a big, grey cloud was still above their heads. Soon, she felt raindrops in her hair, her clothes, her shoes!

“Oh, shoot. This is not good…” Beck said while they both walked faster, reaching out for cover in a shop awning.

“You think? These Jimmy choo are not even in the market yet!”

“Well, we don’t want them to be ruined, don’t we?."

"Of course not! What kind of dumb ques—"

Poppy didn't get to end the sentence, Beck took her by the wrist and started running full speed and nonstop. "Beck!" She screamed, the rain pouring down her body while that asshole laughed like a devilish kid. "Beck Hughes, let go of me this instant!!"

"We're almost there!" She heard them saying without turning to see her.

"Where are you taking me?!"

Beck slowed down little by little until they both stopped in front of a tiny, old, yellow house with barely two floors. Beck took the keys out of their pockets and opened the door, allowing Poppy to get inside the dark and quiet place.

“So… here we are.” Beck spoked turning on the lights.

The place that received them was the living room, but it was not an ordinary living room, it had neon lights currently exposing a purple color, a keyboard piano, a couple of guitars, and an old-fashioned mended couch with a lot of patches over black leather that actually looked really well together. The walls were exhibiting posters, framed cool landscape black and white photographs, and a Youtube silver plaque. She recognized the place right away.

“Wait… this is the place where you record your music.” She asked. Poppy watched Beck’s videos a lot recently at first the blonde was searching for information, then, to find a flaw to criticize with Chloe, but sooner rather than later Poppy found out… Beck was actually a really good musician, so sometimes when she was completely sure she was alone she’d listen to their songs while doing cardio or homework or whatever she was doing. “I was wondering where you found the location.”

“Yes… but also no. I mean, I do the videos here, but I have an audio booth upstairs. It’s actually a quiet neighborhood so it came in handy.” Beck took off their jacket, reaching out their hand to ask for Poppy’s. They both were wet, but not a lot, her shoes survived perfectly because they entered the house before a loud thunder sounded, followed by a deluge. “Damn, we do really dodge a bullet out there.”

“Yeah.” Poppy said, hugging herself. Without her coat, she felt a little cold. “Do you own this place?”

"No, this is my uncle’s." Beck whispered with reverence and a sad smile on their face. "My dad's little brother. He passed away."

"I— I'm sorry, Beck…" she managed to say, clueless about what exactly would someone do in this kind of situation.

"I didn't remember much about him, but my mom says he used to make these guitars out of plastic bottles as gifts for me to play them. She said I would go to the kitchen and play one for her to hear. She also said the sound was awful and she begged him to stop making them." Beck's smile was soft, turning on the heating, proud even though they were chuckling a little, spreading the same smile to Poppy. " 'I'm telling you, this little pal has talent.' he would say."

"Sounds to me like he made it to annoy your mom instead." Poppy said jokingly.

"Totally, he was a prankster." Beck replied, the emotions coming out from their eyes were difficult to tell. "And was one of the few dudes back at Farmsville that didn't want to settle down. The black sheep in every family… and the reason why my parents didn't want me to be here." Beck clutched their jaw, walking away from there to the kitchen. Poppy followed them in silence, feeling like it was something very private for Beck, seeing that vulnerable side of them again, but not hiding this time. "He was murdered years ago here in New York in a shooting. In Farmsville shootings don’t happen, so… They said it was dangerous going out of the farm to the big cities. That he brought this on himself... Took this out of the wrong way." The anger in Beck's voice was palpable in the air.

"Seriously? How can they be so selfish?" Poppy asked, how can someone be so fucking self-centered and dumbass to take a tragedy and blame it on one family member? She thought these things happened exclusively around that bunch of tight-ass people inside her parents’ social circle, but not inside a family farm.

"Back at home is different from here. Is a small town where everyone knows each other. They love routine and hard work and the good customs and shit… So when anyone goes against it… well— it's not funny."

Something clicked inside Poppy's mind.

"But then… How are you here?" Beck smiled but it didn't reach out to their sad eyes.

"Because I almost got killed."

Shock. Poppy couldn't help but feel agitated, her heart pounding loud against her chest and that same protective feeling that almost made her stab Bennett crawled its way towards her own core.

"What?" Poppy babbled, froze. Beck shrugged, with a weird grin as if they didn't know where to start, they caressed their neck, searching for the better way to put the puzzle together. They reach out for Poppy's hand, and she took it right away intertwining her fingers with Beck's.

"Coffee?" They asked. "It seems we will be stuck in here for a while.”

"It sounds nice." The words abandoned her mouth so fast that she even surprised herself, another red alarm ringed inside her mind, but now was not the time, so she ignored it again. Beck smiled and turned on a little coffee maker, bringing two mugs in silence. They both sat down on the surprisingly comfortable couch, Beck’s eyes were attentive at the black drink and the tension was still over their shoulders, she could see it so easily that Poppy wished for someone to take that weight out of Beck, so she took both cups and put them aside, sitting over Beck’s lap and intertwining her fingers with theirs, playing with them. Beck smiled a little and took a deep breath.

"I started to realize something was off inside of me when I was in high school. I mean, ‘till that day I was considered normal. I was the kind of child that played sports, climbed trees, and did hard work gladly. You know, average farm kid." Beck said, but even as they seemed to be calm, Poppy could feel the sweat in their palm, and a little shivering all over their body. "But I grow older and changes came, and puberty and—"

"Hey" Poppy stopped them from talking faster and faster. "You don't have to"

"I want to. " Beck interrupted, begging Poppy with their eyes. "I want you to know my past. I mean… if you want me to tell you, that is."

Poppy could have thought anything at that moment. She could have thought that she made it, that she had accomplished her very goal and knew she was about to have first-hand information to use against Farmsville, that she was spectacular for making it this far. She could have thought that now nobody would take her number one spot from her, or that she loved to have a new puppy to use in any way she wanted. But no.

All in what she could think about was Beck's heart opening up to her, trusting her for real this time. The connection intertwining both of them in a way that made her skin chill. Third alarm, but she muted it again.

"So? What are you waiting for? Go on." Poppy rolled her eyes, Beck had a goofy expression for a couple of seconds until Poppy smiled, squishing slightly their hands for reassurance. Beck's eyes glowed happily in which was the cutest gesture Poppy saw from someone that wasn't a dog in her entire life.

"I managed to handle myself a little for a while, but it definitely didn't last long. I was so afraid, I felt lost, and insecure. I didn’t know what was happening to me, why did I feel that way, trapped in my own skin... I stopped having friends because everyone could see how weird I was and nobody wanted to talk to me, except for this one girl: Bree Matthews."

Beck’s jaw tightened, their eyes wandering all over the place because of the nervousness.

“So, Bree and I started to hang out. Chill some time round. We were close, I mean, really, really close. She was the one who I told about my dysphoria first, and she was totally supportive. She helped me understand what I was going through, sometimes she would borrow her brother’s old clothes to give them to me and helped me pick my very first short haircut. Bree was my safe space in a town where I’d be mistreated just to use a bathroom. I kinda felt for her… so one night into the forest I kissed her. And~ it wasn’t a good idea.”

“What happened?”

“Well~ Daniel and his gang came into the picture and intimidated her, so she sold me as a pervert, a weirdo, among other… awful things. Can’t blame her, Daniel was a wrecked truck whenever he wanted so… yeah. My family found me eight hours after, all beat up from head to toes. I was unconscious and with an actually broken rib.” Beck tried to joke, but it was so bad at timing it actually made it worse for Poppy to hear. “I~ I almost die.” Beck sighed, as if with that they could put all that behind. “Anyway so she apologized to me through a phone call because she wanted to kiss me too but, you know, shit happens; I got better and now I’m in New York doing what I love so… Happy ending, right? It was funny, they didn’t let me use the bathroom but they all thought I was “male enough” to beat the crap out of me ever since.”

Poppy stopped playing with Beck’s hands, making them do the same. They told the end of the story so lightly as if they were talking about a T.V. show they just watched and not some really cruel harassment they went through for a long time. The strawberry blonde was a lot of things, bad things, but the things that beast did to Beck just because of their dysphoria? That was a whole new level that Poppy would never stoop into.

“How can you joke about things like that?”

“Well, I figured I had two ways to address the problem: Being insecure or making the most out of this. That’s why I do music. Yeah, my songs don’t talk about the transgender community directly, but I make sure everybody knows who am I. What I am. I write songs for people out there that feel just the same as I do. Not only transgender people, but the whole LGBTQ+ also needs representation! Folks having their back! And if I can reach at least one soul and show them that no matter how they were born, they can make it… Hell, I could die happily.”

The fire in their eyes, the passion radiating strongly from their body, from their words. It was impossible for Poppy to look away from Beck. Of course, Beck didn’t care about a spot in the T list, or and stupid award. Beck was more into their music, making their voice be heard. That was why they did claim to care less about competition, Beck was climbing their way to the top because of their conviction and resilience. It was curious how the more she learned about Beck, the more she felt drawn to them.

“You are so brave, do you know that?”

“And it only took me a delicate rib and trust issues.” Beck claimed proudly as if it was a bargain.

“Trust issues? Beck, you’re one of the most confident people l know!” They began to laugh, the blonde could feel their laughter below her because of the slight belly-shaking. “It’s irritating.”

“I am really amazing myself.” Poppy rolled her eyes at the flirty smirk Beck flashed towards her. “But I’m not insecure about myself… most of the time. I do have a hard time trusting in people. I mean, Daniel didn’t have a hold on me… Bree, on the other hand…” Beck shrugged. “But I do trust you, Poppy.”

Something inside the blonde felt off, those words accompanied by that good-natured smile made Poppy feel a bit guilty. Like, yeah, she was just trying to archive exactly that for her own benefit, it should feel like a win, right? But no.

“You haven’t done anything wrong, yet.” She said to herself. “For all we know, this is just some casual date.”

Maybe… give up? Maybe actually try and date Beck?

What could possibly go wrong?

“I trust you too, Beck.” She replied without a doubt. So she tossed her golden locks over one shoulder, leaning down to kiss Beck’s lips. She soon felt them kissing her back, sweetly, calmly at first but then it was obvious they both needed more than that. Poppy let go of Beck’s hands to place hers in their Beck, while they grabbed her by the waist. The heat soon took over her body, especially after they responded to it by biting Poppy’s bottom lip, making her moan. Poppy knew right away there was a change in Beck’s behavior, they were more confident, more secure, they actually felt ready and she had to say, that was a very welcome and pleasing development. But they were shaking still.

“What 's wrong? You don’t want to—?”

“No. No, it 's not it. It 's just…” Beck took a deep breath avoiding Poppy's gaze for a second before looking at her pleading while keeping hold on her. “I don’t want you to see me differently when you look at what I have beneath the clothes.” They confessed.

“I won’t. I promise.” She said, caressing the hair in the back of their nape. “This is just you, with all letters.” She smirked, trying to lighten the mood and she succeeded. Beck grinned from ear to ear, relieved, kissing her passionately, hungry and the Poppy did the same, tasting their tongue with hers. The caresses between the two became more intense and she couldn’t stand the fever growing anymore, so she took the edges of their favorite black t-shirt and pulled up, revealing Beck torso for the very first time.

She understood right away what Beck meant. Cutting through their chest there it was a thin, darker line, a scar that was slowly healing, but nevertheless it was there easy to pinpoint. It was strange, she had seen a lot of those mastectomy scars on google but Beck chest looked different somehow, strong, gym crafted, and the scar actually was interesting, sexy even.

“I don’t know what you were so scared of, Hughes. Hell, you’re hot as fuck, I hate you.”

Beck chukled, their confidence coming back.

“Yeah, well… There is not an ugly part on this body afterall.” They grinned.

“I’m going to erase that obnoxious smirk of yours.”

“You will?” Beck grabbed a hold on Poppy’s hair and pulled slightly but demanding backwards, exposing her neck to them to kiss and lick, causing a shaking sigh that turned the heat even higher for both. “Show me then.” They whispered over her skin, their breath brushing bristling her body.

Poppy pushed them down on the couch, kissing them hardly. This was war now, and she would definitely win.

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Next

[suchalonelysunflower]

The Greatest Thing You’ll Ever Learn is to Love (A.I)

Pairing: Ashton Irwin X fem!Reader 

Request: Yes!

Summary: Ashton is trying to propose, but fate’s not putting it easily 

Warnings: Smut, oral (female recieving) unprotected sex in a stablished relationship (wrap it before you tap it, please) Language, maybe a few grammar mistakes (English is not my first language, I’m sorry)

Word Count: 5.3 k

Author’s Note: Requested by the lovely Lizza @iknowyouthinkimbulletproof 💕 is my very fisrt attempt to smut writting (I literally have no experience with this) so please be kind. Reblogs, comments and feedback are always welcomed and encouraged so please, I would love to know your opinion 😊 You can find the rest of my work HERE. Hope you like it and Happy reading  ✨🦋

@iknowyouthinkimbulletproof​​ :  hi, i hope i'm not bugging you (wow didn't know my social anxiety shows so much) , i wanted to ask if you could write some fluffy smut with ash or mikey. maybe they just got engaged or something. lots of love - lizza

Everything was going according to plan. At least that’s what Ashton thought 5 min into the date. 

“What do you mean there is no reservation?” He asked the host, as calmly as he could. 

“I’m sorry, Mr. Irwin. But I have no reservations under your name for tonight” Said the lady, trying to avoid any conflict “I do have one for the 24th but for the next month” 

Ashton wanted to slap himself in the face. Did he really make the reservation and messed up the date?! Tonight, out of all nights, it had to be tonight. His mind was racing like the Lightning Mcqueen himself, trying to find any kind of solution for this inconvenience.He had to find a way to stick to the plan, even if the first step was already ruined. 

“Is everything okay, Ash?” A voice snapped him out of his head. 

Ashton looked at you and his eyes softened when he felt your delicate hand on his arm, he was thankful for this little comforting gesture you always do when you notice he was starting to get frustrated. He gave you a reassuring warm smile as he interlocks his fingers with yours. 

“Yeah,” Ash said, thanking the host and guiding you out of the fancy restaurant onto the busy LA streets. “I'm just an idiot who can't tell June from July appart” He sighed. 

Your mouth became a thin line as you tried to hold back the laughter. “Oh no, baby…” You said, barely holding in the giggles. Ashton rolled his eyes. 

“Okay, let it out” He said as you burst out laughing in the middle of the sidewalk. Ashton briefly stops, but you kept on walking, allowing him to pull on your hand and make you turn around until your chest hit his “Well, now you´re just being mean” He pouted as you started giggling again. 

“Aww I´m sorry, baby” You said pecking his lips “But that's what you get for always teasing me about not remembering dates” 

“Yeah, I guess I deserve that” He sighed “You're not mad?” 

“Why would I be?” You frowned confused. 

Ashton looked at the floor, his hand still intertwined with yours as he played with your fingers. He didn’t try to hide his disappointment. 

“Because! We’ve been waiting for this date for a while now and you spend a lot of time getting yourself all ready and gorgeous to go to that fancy restaurant and I just ruined by getting all wrong from the beginning and-“

“Ash!” You interrupted him, cupping his face in your hands and making him look at you “Nothing’s ruined and the date isn’t over! Maybe it was fate… think about it! I bet that restaurant didn’t even have fries and I’m seriously craving some right now” Ashton chucked “The important thing here is that I get to spend time with you, so as long as I do, I don’t care if it is in a five star restaurant with minuscule portions of overly priced food or in a McDonald’s parking lot” 

Ashton looked at you and all he could see was how your eyes crinkled with your smile. He swears that if he were to die in the next 10 seconds then he would die a happy man, because your smile would be the last thing he’d see. 

This was just a minor setback, he thought, just one piece of his plan that didn’t exactly stick to it, but he still had all night. 

“I love you” He said, smiling as he brought his lips to yours. 

“I love you too, baby” You responded, stepping back and tugging on his hand “But first, fries” 

Ashton laughed, letting you guide the way to the closest fast food restaurant. And as he felt the weight of the small velvet box on his pocket, he knew that you were right, as long as he was with you, then everything would be okay. He only hopes the rest of the night goes according to plan. 

In a matter of minutes, you and Ashton were sitting on the sidewalk in your fancy clothes eating fries and milkshakes, laughing and joking around without a single care in the world. Your head was resting on his shoulder as you both saw cars and people pass, trying to create narratives with complete strangers and laughing at the absurdity that came out of each other's mouths. 

With every passing second, Ashton was even more sure about his decision. He was looking at you while you wondered aloud about the possibility of fate and he couldn't believe his luck. It seemed like yesterday where he got the nerve to ask you out on a date, palms sweaty as he blurted out the words, holding his breath until you smiled at him and said yes. He's hoping that tonight you would do the same. 

Your words drift away in his head as he starts daydreaming about your future together. He can see you standing all in white in front of him, a house with a lot of rooms to let your friends crash whenever they needed to or to fill with toys for your children, oh he can't wait to start a family with you, knowing that that's what you want too, eventually, maybe in a few years. Or maybe not at all? You could´ve changed your mind and that would be alright by him, after all if he has you then that's all he needed. But maybe you don't want him anymore, maybe you changed your mind completely. What would you say then? Is he rushing this? You talked about this before, but you could still say no. Would you say no? You have all the right to do so. Oh God, is he ruining this by asking you? Would you break up with him? Wh-? 

“Ashton?” 

Your voice pulls him out of the trance, just like it did the first time he asked you on a date. 

“Hmm?” He hums. His eyes find yours and it's easy to spot the worry in them, the anxiety of it all is consuming him, but he can't let it show. 

“Where'd you go?” You chuckled, knowing he was in a different headspace. 

“I'm right here” He said, sliding his thumb against your lip to clean a bit of ice cream that was left forgotten,  pressing his lips against yours right after. 

He knows he shouldn't overthink this instead of enjoying this moment with you. He loves you and he knows you love him, that's all that matters, that's all there is to care. You belong together and if fate wants it, then you´ll be together for all your lives and he wants nothing more. He couldn't be more grateful when he's holding you like that, kissing you like that. With you, he feels like home. You are like a dream come true. 

He pulled away after a while, giving your forehead a little kiss and staying like that. You smiled.

“Not that I'm complaining,” You said, lifting your gaze to meet his eyes “But are you okay, baby? You seem… off” 

Ashton just smiled and nodded “I´m good, love. Just thinking,”

“Penny for your thoughts?”

“Maybe later.” He chuckled, getting up from the sidewalk and offering his hand for you to the same “Now, are you ready for step two?”

“Ooh, there's more?” You teased, locking your fingers together as you walked side to side. 

“I want you to have the best night of your life, dear” Ashton said, pulling you closer. 

“I already do! Every night that I have you with me is the best night of my life” You leaned closer to whisper in his ear “Where I can have you all by myself,” You bit his earlobe quickly, wanting to tease him just enough. 

“Careful, princess” Ashton warned in a low voice “Don't want to start something you don't intend to finish. We still have a long night ahead of us ” 

“Oh, I'm counting on it” 

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“Excuse me, what?!” Ashton asked the security guard of the gallery. The man just stood there and shook his head. 

“I’m sorry son, but the exhibition is closed until next week for reparations” 

“Oh no, no no no no no” Ashton murmured, tangling his fingers in his hair “fuck fuck fuck fuck” 

He was thankful that you needed to go to the bathroom, that way you didn’t see him freak out in front of a complete stranger. 

The security guard looked at Ashton like he was crazy. 

“Are you okay, son?” 

“No!” He said loudly, but quickly lowered his voice when he realized more people were staring “That exhibition belongs to one of my girlfriend’s favorite artists, they have this whole collection of couples in different stages in life and intimacy and she just loves it so much and I already plan on asking her to marry me but the restaurant didn’t have my reservation and now the gallery is closed and I’m fully panicking because I don’t know if she’s going to say yes now that I ruined again just because I didn’t ask before coming in here and-“

Ashton was interrupted when he felt two large hands grabbing him by the shoulders and shaking him slightly. 

“Calm the ef down, chief” Said the old man “You are going to have seizure if you keep rambling like that without taking a breath” Ashton closed his mouth and just stared at the man who still hasn’t let go of him “Look, you love this girl, don’t ya son?” 

“More than anything”

“You wanna marry her?”

“Yes.”

“She loves you?” 

“She does” 

“Then why the hell are you so nervous?! If she loves you and wants to marry you then just ask her! Believe me, women don’t care about the flowers or the chocolates or all that bullshit. If you are the one for her and she’s the one for you then that’s all that truly has value” The man gave a small, kinda ‘wake the hell up’ slap to Ashton’s cheek that made him blink in disbelief “Now, don’t be an idiot, puff your chest and stop being a little scared puppy and go ask her!” 

Ashton nodded, kinda weirded out by the whole interaction but still understanding everything that man said. He thanked the man for the pep talk and walked a little too fast over where you were standing. 

You had just come out of the bathroom when you saw your boyfriend walking up to you. You noticed he was a little distressed once again. 

“Hey, Ash. Everything okay?” 

“Uhh, yes? No, yeah. What?” He mumbled, trying to wrap his head on what he should do next “Sorry, it just seems like the exhibition you wanted to see it’s closed for the week” 

“Oh no,” You said in a little disappointed tone that Ashton was quick to catch up, cursing at himself for making you sad, even though it wasn’t exactly his fault “Eh okay, that’s fine. Maybe we can just hang out on the other exhibitions” You smiled. 

“Babe, we’ve seen the other exhibitions like a million times already, don’t you think it’ll be a waste of time?” Ashton carefully asked. 

“Of course not! I love them,” You exclaimed, tugging on his hand and already walking to an isle full of portraits “And besides, time’s never wasted when you’re in good company and I so happen to have the best one there is” 

Ashton returned the smile and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to peck your cheek “I love you so darn much” he whispered in your ear “Why don’t we make this a game? You give me a list of things I have to find within the gallery, since we’ve been here before you need to make it clever so we don't end the game too soon, and I’ll do the same to you. Okay?”

Your eyes lighted up at the idea of a challenge. Both of you were very competitive and you knew this was going to be one of those times where it was all or nothing. 

“What happens if I win?” You asked.

Ashton pulled you closer, his hand dangerously placed on your lower back, slowly traveling lower and lower, making you shiver under his touch “We can do whatever you want, baby” he whispered, leaving a burning kiss on the side of your ear. 

“Mmh, whatever I want?” 

“I’ll be at your mercy, my princess” He smirked. 

You grabbed him by the neck and pulled him into a kiss “Then let’s make sure I win, then” 

You exchanged phones and opened the notes app. The goal was to find ten items, it could be people hiding in one of the pictures or portraits, sculptures or random pieces of art scattered around the gallery. To prove you have them all you had to take a picture next to it or of it. Once you finished writing the list on each other’s phones, you started your search. 

You walked alongside each other, hands laced together as you took in the different kinds of art the gallery offered, stopping from time to time when one of you spotted one item on the list, making one of you take the picture while the other rejoiced in victory. 

“Hold up!” Ashton said as you passed in front of a peculiar painting “If I remember correctly… yes!” He celebrated quietly “There’s the duck with a bow tie! That means I win” 

“This isn’t fair!” You whined after taking Ashton’s picture next to the stupid duck. He had a smug smile on his face as he held two thumbs up to the camera “I can’t find the last item! You cheated!” 

“Aww” Cooed Ashton “Someone’s being a sore loser” 

“Am not!” 

“That’s alright babe, you can win another time” Ashton chucked “What’s the last item?” 

“The lady with the diamond ring” You groaned, rolling your eyes “It’s so stupid! I’ve been here before like a thousand times and I’ve never seen a painting or anything like it with a lady with a diamond ring. Diamond tiara yes, but ring?” You scoffed, clearly frustrated “Are you sure there’s a lady like that here?”

“Well…” Ashton started, but he was soon cut off by a loud, annoying sound. 

Soon enough, droplets of water started falling down the roof. The sprinkles had been turned on, meaning there was a fire inside the gallery. 

You looked at Ashton with fear in your eyes, the same fear you saw reflected in his hazel gaze. He grabbed your hand, ready to sprint out of there in a second when someone started yelling.

“Sorry! False alarm! I fell and pressed the button sorry! There’s no fire!” A masculine voice echoed through the isles. 

Ashton was livid, once again his proposal suffered a step back. How could everything get so messed up? He had everything planned and yet none of that worked. He was always used to having at least some sense of control over things but now he just felt completely helpless. Everything was wrong, everything was-

“Pfft” 

He snapped his face towards you, eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he saw you place a hand to your mouth, cheeks turning red from trying to stifle your laughter. But as soon as your eyes met his, you lost it completely. 

Your laughter burst through the halls, crackling at the situation “You-,” You said through a fit of giggles and snorts “Your face! You-“ You gasped for air, trying to gain some composure but failing miserably “I- we’re soaked! Look!” 

Ashton gaze followed to where your finger was pointing, finally stopping at a mirrored window in front of you. The image of both of your fancy outfits completely drenched, humid strands of hair falling on your faces and your make-up completely ruined except for the waterproof eyeliner was truly a sight to behold.

Ashton’s eyes were concentrated on your reflection the entire time. Even soaking wet you were the most beautiful piece of art he’d ever seen, your laughter filling his ears as a muse’s melody. He couldn’t wait to hear it every single day of his life. 

He joined you soon enough, his giggles resonating along yours, finally accepting how ridiculous this situation was. That’s something you love about him, his laugh. You’d never get tired of it. It was so sincere and pure, you don’t know how’d you spend so much time without that laugh in your life. 

He was truly the love of your life. You knew, as soon as you saw him, that you were done for. You remember waiting patiently for him to ask you on a date, almost giving up and asking him yourself when he blurted out the words one day, thankfully. You are so in love with him it hurts, and to know that the feeling is mutual is just… the greatest thing that could ever happen to you. 

You pressed your lips against his, both of you smiling into the kiss as your hands played with the back of his neck, training the lines of the condor tattoo. His hands quickly found their way to your waist, rounding it as he lifted you off the ground and spun you around the soaked marble floor. 

Ashton broke the kiss when he put you down once again “Wanna get out of here?” He asked, smiling. 

You nodded as you let him guide you outside the building. 

The cold air of the city made you shiver as soon as you stepped foot on the streets, Ashton quickly gave you his jacket, which was a sweet gesture even though it made no difference since it was soaked as well. 

“Let’s head back home” He said, placing an arm around your shoulders. 

“Thought you had a whole night planned?” You asked, not wanting to discourage him.

“Yeah.. but that already went to the dogs. We can’t go anywhere in this state” He chuckled, making you laugh as well “And besides, someone once told me that the most important thing is that we get to spend time together. So as long as we do that, every plan is a great plan, don’t you think?” 

You hummed softly “Must be a very wise person” 

“Very much so. And beautiful. And funny. And hot as hell…”

“Wow, really?” You asked sarcastically. 

“Extremely” 

“I must meet them someday” 

Ashton laughed and pulled you closer to him. Never wanting to let you go. 

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The drive home was peacefully quiet, both of you content with each other’s company, the radio filled in the silence and the traffic lights gave the atmosphere an ethereal feeling. You knew this was one of the moments where words were unnecessary, one of those moments to put away in a little box and opening it for a rainy day. It was a moment of love and peace. A true treasure. 

Once you are home, you open the door as soon as Ashton stops the car, expressing your dire need of a hot shower “Can I join?” Asked Ashton as he took the key out of the engine tab. 

“Always” You winked at him. 

He chucked, making the car keys fall from his grip “Aw shit, go ahead love. The keys are in the pocket of my jacket” 

Ashton heard you mutter an okay as he bent down to grab the car keys from the floor. Realizing a moment too late that there was something else in his pocket that night. 

“Ashton…”

Oh shit. 

“A-Ash, wha-“ you stuttered, holding a little blue velvet box in your hand. 

He rushed to you, quickly grabbing the object from your hands “Oh shit, uuh” he gulped, starting to panic “I-I, fuck. I didn’t- Oh fuck it” 

In a matter of seconds, Ashton fell on one knee. He grabbed your hand delicately as he looked into your eyes. He took a deep breath and gained the courage he was trying to master since the beginning of the evening. 

“I honestly didn’t expect to do this on the porch of our house. I had everything planned. The fancy dinner, the gallery, countless other romantic activities we could’ve done tonight… as you can see nothing went as planned. I tried so hard to find the perfect moment to say this, but there isn’t such a thing. There isn’t because I know that every moment that I get to spend with you is the perfect moment. 

Y/N, I love you. I have loved you from the moment I laid my eyes on you, and I haven’t stopped since. I find myself falling harder for you everytime you smile or you laugh, god I would give anything to make you laugh every single day of my life. You are the smartest person I know and I love hearing you talk about the topics that make you happy, wishing I could be one of them. Y/N you are… kind, you are funny, you are the most patient and resilient person I’ve ever known. Baby, you are my everything and I don’t know… I don’t want to know what I’d do without you. 

I want you with me, always and forever. I want to be yours in more ways than one. I want to cherish you and be able to call you my wife, my love, my world. Everything I have, everything I am is yours. You make me a better person and you just make me the happiest man on earth just by staying by your side.

I’m yours, Y/N. In every possible way. Will you be mine? Will you-“

“Yes.” You said breathlessly through the tears. 

“Yes?” 

“Yes! Ashton, yes! A million times, yes” 

You pulled him up from the floor and wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him like your life depended on it. 

Ashton cupped your face in his hands and deepened the kiss, parting your lips as you both melted to one another. 

“I love you” he said, breaking the kiss to slide the ring onto your finger.

“I love you more”

He chuckled “Not possible” 

You barely make it through the door before you are kissing him again, not being able to stand even a few more seconds without being close to him. Your heart is beating faster than ever, almost bursting out of your chest as you tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling it slightly in a desperate need to have him even closer. 

“Fuck, baby” Ashton groans, cupping your ass and squeezing it as you jump and wrap your legs around his waist “You don’t know what you do to me” he said planting kisses all over your jaw, marking up a trail down your neck. 

You moaned as you felt his lips sucking your sweet spot. Ashton had you pressed against the wall, his mouth clashing with yours, feeling every inch of your bodies as you battled for dominance. You let one of your hands fall and travel to where your lower halves meet, palming his growing erection and earning a low moan from him. With your other hand, you tug on his hair and whispered in his ear “Show me” 

In an instant, Ashton dropped you to the floor and picked you up bridal style, making your way to your shared bedroom. He gently put you down on the bed and kneeled down in front of you. 

He slowly started to undo the straps on your shoes, kissing your legs from your ankles to your knees in an agonizing pace before moving to the other one. 

“So beautiful..” He said, sliding his hands up your body, removing your clothes in the process. 

“Ash..” you whined. Pulling him by the collar of his shirt and disregarding it completely, bringing your lips together. You moaned into the kiss when you felt his fingers brush through your sides, leaving a burning trail of goosebumps wherever he touched. 

“Where’d you want me, baby?” He said, kissing down your body, leaving marks wherever he could, stopping just right above your hip bone. You shivered when his fingers traced along your panties, adding pressure where you needed him most “You’re so wet, my love” He whispered as he hooked his thumbs on the side of them and pulled them off completely. His fingers running up and down your folds collecting your wetness and using them as lube “All of this for me?” 

“Yes” You breathe heavily, moaning as you feel one of his fingers slip inside you. 

“What was that, Princess?” He teased, kissing the inside of your thighs. 

“All for you, Ash. All for-“ You moaned as he inserted another finger inside your hole, setting a pace that already made you see starts “Ash… please” you begged.

“Please what, Princess?” 

“I need you” 

Ashton presses his lips to your clit, kissing and sucking it as his fingers curled up inside you. Your hand made its way to his hair, fingers locking with his curls as you tugged on them, holding him in place. 

You let out a pornographic moan when his fingers brush your g spot, bucking your hips when you felt that tight knot in your stomach, but Ashton put his arm above your hips and held you down. You whispered as you felt him groan against your sex, sending vibration all over your body. 

“You’re close, aren’t ya?” Ashton said as he quickened the pace of his fingers “I can feel you clenching around my fingers, baby. C’mon, let go. Let me hear you, baby” He attached his lips to your clit once again, sucking it hard as your orgasm hit you, moaning his name as you came down from your high. 

Ashton kneeled down on the bed, bringing his fingers to his mouth “Mmh” he moaned as he tasted your juices “Baby, you’re exquisite” 

You quickly sat up as well, smacking your lips against his. Humming into the kiss as your hands started to unbuckle his pants and lowered them down just enough to palm him through his boxers, already feeling the precum leak through the thin fabric. Ashton let out a low moan at your touch, dropping his hand to stop yours.

“But-“

“Later, Princess” He said, bringing your hand to his lips, kissing it softly “I need to be inside you” 

And with that, he pressed his arm around your waist and flipped you over so you were on top of him. You quickly caught his idea as you started tugging down his pants and boxers, taking them off completely, 

“You don’t know how many times I imagined this” Ashton hissed when you speed your legs to each side of his hips, starting to grin on his cock with your bare sex, coating it with your wetness and moaning with delight “You riding me wearing this” He said, grabbing your left hand and kissing your new ring “And only this” 

Your eyes were fixed on him as you stroke his cock and lined it up with your entrance “And how was it?” You asked in a teasing tone. 

He smirked “Just like this” Ashton said, grabbing you by each side of your hips and slowly entering you until he bottomed down “Fucking fantastic” 

You moaned at the stretch, loving how every inch of him filled you up and made you feel whole. Ashton groaned when he felt your walls clench around his cock, letting you adjust to him before you started to move and setting up a pace. 

You started rocking on him, lifting your hips up and down his length as your hands flew to his chest for leverage, nails digging on his skin and leaving marks for you to trace later, a faint memory of the night that Ashton would treasure forever. Your moans grew louder and louder as you started going faster, Ashton’s name became a mantra to your lips as you started chasing your own pleasure. 

Ashton grunted and moaned praises to you, stretching his hands so he could cup your breasts in each one “So fucking right, princess” he said, squeezing your boobs while his thumbs brushed your nipples “So. Fucking. Good. And all mine” 

You moaned loudly at his actions. The feeling of him suddenly becoming too much as he lets go of your breast and grabs you by the hips once more, meeting your thrust and fucking you harder. 

“Say you’re mine” He moaned, digging his fingers into your skin, applying a pressure that will leave bruises later on. 

“Ah- a I’m yours! I’m yours” You said between your panting and your moans. Letting your upper half fall onto him, placing your arms at each side of his face as you let him take control. 

“Yeah, baby... Fuck” He groaned in your ear as he speed up the pace, feeling his release approach with yours “You’re mine. My wife. My princess. My everything.. Fuck” 

“Ashton…” You whined. 

“Come baby, come on my cock. C’mon, I’m right behind you” Ashton said, bringing his lips to yours for a messy kiss, sticking your moans as you came all over his cock. 

You felt dizzy as Ashton fucked you through your orgasm, your whole body trembling against him as he chased his own release. Ashton’s body tensed, his thrusts became sloppier as your walls clench around him, making his cock twitch inside you and filling you with his cum. 

You both sighed heavily, content in your own pleasure as you slowly started making out again. Soft kisses and touches mixed with reassuring words of love filled the room as your post orgasmic daze faded away. Ashton carefully pulled out of you and made his way to the bathroom, bringing with him a small wet cloth to clean you up, peppering kisses all over your body as he did so. 

Once he was done he laid in bed next to you, pulling you to his chest and kissing your forehead.

“You make me the happiest man on the planet” He whispered, not wanting to break the comfortable silence between the two of you “Fuck, baby. I’m so glad you said yes” 

“Was there another option?” You chuckled “Did you really think I would’ve said no?” 

“To be honest, I was a little worried you might” He laughed “It seems stupid now but I was so pissed earlier, I wanted to propose on the restaurant but then I messed up, then I thought that the gallery would’ve been a better option anyways and it ended up beign-“

“One of the best dates of my life?” You interrupted him. Ashton looked at you confused “I had fun today, Ash. I had a great time just being with you and having our own little chaos. And even if you decided to proposed at that McDonald’s I would’ve said yes regardless” You said, placing a small kiss to his lips “Though I’m still pissed about the game” 

Ashton raised his eyebrows “Oh! That reminds me,” He got out of bed and started looking through the clothes that were laying on the floor for his cellphone. Once he found it he came back up and took a picture of your hand with the engagement ring, turning to you with a shit eating grin “I win” 

“What?” 

“I found the lady with the diamond ring!” He said excitedly. You slapped him in the chest “Ouch!”

“So you did cheat!” 

“In my defense I was going to propose right there and there” Ashton said in as a matter of fact way “I was trying to be romantic” 

You rolled your eyes and curled up to him, placing a soft kiss to his chest. His arms wrapped around you and traveled along your back, caressing it softly as you drifted to sleep. 

“Y/N?” He whispered after a while. 

You hummed “Yes?” 

“I can’t wait to marry you” 

You smiled into his embrace “I can’t wait to marry you, either” 

[un-petit-sanctuaire]

Call Your Name

Fandom: Attack on Titan | Shingeki No Kyojin

Pairing: Levi x Petra (rivetra)

Genre: Angst

Rating: General

Word Count: 1400+

Summary: Levi took some time of his day to visit Petra’s family... and Petra.

Disclaimer: The characters and the world of AoT belong to Hajime Isayama. I only borrowed them and added some elements according to my imagination.

Author's Note: This fic was inspired by Hiroyuki Sawano's song, Call Your Name, one of the OST of Attack on Titan. I hope you guys enjoy reading it, as much as I enjoy pouring my emotions to it. ;_; Please excuse any grammar mistake (or point it out, if you don't mind!) as English is not my first language. Sorry if it's rusty, I hadn't written in a while. I'd really appreciate your feedbacks so that I could write better in the future! Last but not least, happy reading. <3

(p.s.: if you could, try reading this fic while listening to Call Your Name for extra feels)

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She lost her brother months ago

His picture on the wall

And it reminds me

When she brings me coffee, her smile

I wish I could be with her 'til my last day

He found himself walking into the living room of a small, quaint house. The fireplace was burning low, casting warmth around the room. Across him stood a slightly wrinkly man with shaggy brown hair, looking weary and somewhat nervous. However, the man flashed a kind smile before he spoke softly,

“We’re honored to welcome you back in our home, Captain Levi. Please, have a seat.”

A woman walked in, carrying a tray of teacups and cookies, and placed them on the table. Her ginger hair was falling behind her back, reminding him of the girl he had once hand-picked as one of his Special Operations Squad members. It happened years ago, yet it felt like yesterday. Like he had just applauded her for her skills yesterday, just fought in battles together with her and his other comrades yesterday, just saw her bringing his favorite coffee into his office yesterday,

just told her parents of her passing yesterday...

“Thank you, Mr and Mrs Ral,” Levi Ackerman finally spoke after what felt like a long silence in his head. “But I couldn’t stay long. I’m only here to give you this.”

He put down a big box he brought with him on the floor. Mr and Mrs Ral glanced at each other apprehensively before making their way towards the box and opening it. He could see that they were shaking, but they didn’t utter any word as they found the things inside: books, clothes, some other personal stuff belonging to her. There was a vase of dried iris, her favorite flower. He knew because he often caught her tending to the bushes on the headquaters' yard on their peaceful days.

Her voice was ringing in his ears and the words she spoke back then were repeating themselves clearly,

“Once everything is over, these iris bushes will grow beautifully, Captain! You’ll see! I’ll always come back to take care of them!”

That was how she had always been. She always cared for others. For her closest friends, for her comrades, for her subordinates... for her captain.

But he couldn’t take care of her in her last moments.

He couldn’t save her.

She said she gave all her love to me

We dreamt a new life

Some place to be at peace

But things changed, suddenly

I lost my dreams in this disaster

“Those are what left of her things that we could retrieve,” he said hoarsely. “... I’m really sorry.”

He could barely hear his own voice. It was as if something was choking him as he saw her parents lay their hands on the stuff inside the box, tears brimming in their eyes.

“Oh, no, no,” Mrs Ral walked towards him and took his hand in her palms. Despite her gentle tone, he could see the pain in her watery eyes. “Please, don’t be sorry... We’re grateful for this. Our Petra... she would love to have these things back in her bedroom. Thank you for bringing some parts of her home, Captain Levi.”

Some parts, he thought. Only some parts got home. She didn’t get home.

Perhaps this was a mistake. Perhaps he shouldn’t have come here and brought Petra’s old stuff with him. He only reminded her parents of the pain and agony that they felt for losing their daughter all over again. And above all those, he reminded himself of his own pain. Of the incredible person Petra Ral was once. Of the shoulder-length, ginger-haired girl who now was so out of reach.

He felt the pair of Mr Ral’s arms embracing him into a hug. “Thank you so much, Captain,” the man whispered in his ears, fighting the tears, “for—looking after her all this time. She—”

Mr Ral began sobbing and had to pull away. Mrs Ral slowly patted her husband’s back, trying to calm him down. But Levi just stood there, frozen, his feet glued to the floor. He wanted to say something, to tell them the amazing things Petra did while she was doing her duty—but no words escaped his lips. Oh, what had he done to this family? After years without her presence, her parents must’ve missed her so much.

And so did he.

People called him humanity’s strongest soldier. But what good would it be if he couldn’t even use his strength to protect his friends, to protect her?

I'm crying

Missing my lover

I don't have the power

On my side forever

He decided to leave the Ral’s house sooner than he thought. Mr and Mrs Ral were trying to convince him to stay for dinner, but he couldn’t bear looking at their crestfallen expression every time they talked about her. He had to excuse himself and told them he needed to return to his office.

But before then, he had to make a stop somewhere.

Despite hundreds of graves, the cemetery that evening was quiet and almost empty. There were some people in a distance, mourning over a tombstone he couldn’t recognize. He ignored them as he walked in alone. On his hands was now a bouquet of iris that he had bought on the market as he passed through on his way here. Yes, iris, her favorite flowers. He almost wished he kept the flowers to himself so he would have something to remind him of her. He even nearly, shamelessly, asked Mr and Mrs Ral if he could take one of her things as a memento. He didn't, though. Perhaps he hoped that they would just read his mind and willingly give something of hers to him.

He stopped and kneeled down at one particular tombstone with ‘Petra Ral’ engraved on it. He stared at the name for a few seconds before laying down the bouquet of iris next to the other bouquets he had left on his previous visits. He knew there wasn’t any body buried underneath, yet he felt that this was one of the places he could be closest to her.

His hand unconsciously touched the engraved name as he leaned closer. As if something was stuck in his throat, he suddenly felt out of breath. He could feel his cheeks were starting to get wet. Was he crying? Was he, after everything he had been through, actually not the strongest soldier, not as strong as everyone called him?

His fingers brushed her name on the tombstone. Lord, he would kill to be in her arms right now. To have her by his side.

Petra, are you there?

Oh, where is my lover?

And I got no power

I'm standing alone, no way

Calling out your name

If life was normal—if life could happen according to his will, perhaps he was sitting in the headquarters now, laughing with his comrades. Laughing with her. No, they probably wouldn’t be soldiers. There would be no Survey Corps. No battles. No war. No titans. And then he might just be a normal man living a normal life. There would be every possibility to see his friends grow old together with him. To see himself surrounded by his closest ones. Perhaps he would even get married and start his own little family... Who knows?

Yet there he was, alone, silently crying over an empty grave.

“Petra...”

Could he save her if he acted fast enough? If there was another universe, could he be with her? Would he be given a second chance to hold her, to spend every minute he has with her? To keep her safe from the harm in this world? To be in peace together? Could they become—something else?

“Petra... Please....”

He didn’t know what he was pleading for. Perhaps he wanted her to come back, to tell him everything would be okay. But he knew it was just wishful thinking. Everything that he thought of was too good to be true. Life was a mess, and Petra was already gone. There was no use to cry like this. It wouldn’t bring her back. It wouldn’t bring everyone back. Even if there was another life, it wouldn’t guarantee that they would be safe. That she would be safe.

Everyone he loved got taken away from him.

Perhaps that’s just how it is.

He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He didn’t know how long he had been crying before he pulled his hands from the cold tombstone. Eventually, he stood up, straightening his shirt and tightened his coat.

After giving the tombstone a last glance, Levi Ackerman then began walking away, out of the cemetery and into the cold night.

I’ll see you soon, Petra.

We don't know what is wrong tonight

Everybody's got no place to hide

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Hi! Just found your blog and it's amazing! Thanks for your works! ❤️ It's first time when i ask about HC, but i hope everything is okay (i couldn't find the request's rules :c) How will main 6 react if MC surprised them with really sexy lingerie (for some holiday or just to cheer them up)? And what type of lingerie would each of them consider the sexiest (colour and structure)? Wish you have a great day! ✨ P.S.: My english is not really good, sorry for grammar mistakes

you dont need to be sorry at all about grammar ever

Main 6 x Surprise Sexy Lingerie MC (w/ Preferences)

Asra

 Asra would have is Wow face and then his Knifecat face and also Blush. 

“MC you look…amazing. Is this all just for me? You’re stunning…” 

After the initial shock passes and the overwhelming wave of emotions about how hot he thinks MC is becomes a manageable amount of emotions, he starts getting playful. 

Asking them to spin around so he can get a good look, asking them to come ~closer~ so he can get a..better…look. 

He loves anything that MC loves, if they feel amazing in it, then thats what he really loves. 

He’s partial to whites and purples and anything with shiny bits though, or if it compliments MC’s eyes. 

Nadia

Whatever thoughts she was having (good or bad) suddenly are gone, one thought and it is MC in lingerie.

She’d get up and slowly, deliberately, circle MC with an inscrutable smirk on her lips. She says she just wants to get a good look, but she doesn’t say if its at their outfit or MC’s ass in it. 

Maybe even gently running her nails along any straps, just to watch MC get goosebumps. 

She appreciates MC’s dedication to her mood and lets them know how dazzling they look. 

In her opinion the sexiest lingerie they could possibly wear is something she picks out for them, esp if they like to feel a little owned, as a treat. 

Otherwise she loves anything sparkly and intricate and revealing. 

Julian

His whole jaw hits the floor and his poor brain cell packs up and takes the rest of the day off. 

Some string of “wow” “ah” “um” “er” “uh” while he sits there absolutely awestruck by how hot MC looks in their new lingerie. 

With any luck he recovers his bravado before he gets a boner, and he hits MC with an “Oh ho ho, do you come here often?” or “All dressed up with nowhere to go, eh? May I offer you a seat? *points to his lap*” 

He’s genuinely touched that MC was willing to go so far out of their way as to buy a new lingerie outfit solely for his benefit.

He gets up and spins them around like they’re dancing, admiring the way they look in their new getup. 

Scarlet red, true black, lace, leather, buckles, chains. Any of those on MC’s lingerie will drive him absolutely wild. 

MURIEL, PORTIA, LUCIO UNDER THE CUT

Muriel

He cycles through the 12 shades of red his cheeks turn that MC has become oh so familiar with whenever he’s flustered.

He tries to get a full sentence out but only really manages a  “Wow…” 

Tries to make conversation and asks if the outfit is new, and being told that it is and its all for him only renders him speechless again. 

Lets his fingers trace gently over the straps of fabric and its textures, not being able to exactly bring himself to /say/ how he’s feeling, but MC gets the picture very clearly. 

He barely lets himself have opinions about scarves, the thought of having opinions on what lingerie he thinks looks sexiest on his partner is a little out of his depth. 

….but he likes things that feels soft or interesting (like lace) to the touch. 

Portia

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MC did this all for her?? Got all new lingerie just to make her happy? Well, it worked. And she’s flattered and delighted. 

Immediately tells them how hot they look, Asks them to turn around in a circle so she can see the whole thing. Her wide grin never leaving her face, whatever her mood was before, she feels EXCELLENT now. 

She gets up close, wraps her arms around them and gives them a few kisses before suggesting that they don’t waste any more time and go put the lingerie to good use. (Her pants are already off)

She loves anything that looks fancy, lace or lace-up or lots of straps or fun patterns. 

(Though she’s a sucker for seeing MC in crotchless underwear)

Lucio

He’d bite his lip and ask MC what they’re celebrating to warrant such an exceptional gift like this. 

He wastes no time in pulling MC down onto the bed with him, marveling at how they always know just what to do to cheer him up, and how incredible they look doing it. 

Briefly asks where MC got the lingerie, if for no other reason than to make a mental note to go there and pick something up for himself too. 

“The only thing better than seeing you in this lingerie is seeing you out of it.” wink wink, nudge nudge. 

(If they tease him about it, saying it comes off only if he’s good, he turns to putty in MC’s hands.) 

Gold, red, white, anything overly extravagant. Pleather is a favorite. Nothing with actual laces though, its gotta be easy-on-and-off. He doesn’t have the patience to actually unlace someone from something when he’s horny.