#the fell asleep sitting next to each other a few sessions back it was so cute and gay

[arty-ffxiv]

I'm sorry to hear that you're struggling, friend, and I hope you are able to rest and relax soon- sending birds, boba and hugs your way ♥

While she's not exactly an Elezen, I created my PF2e character, Delphia, and her crow companion Nox in FFXIV recently.

Delphi is an Aelomic elf- a homebrewed offshoot of elves who grew up in a magically infused city that suffered a great calamity, leaving the city in ruins and it's people scraping out a meager existence on the outskirts of said ruins.

She's a Seeker of the Aelomic Order, tasked to travel Golarion seeking Aelomic artifacts stolen from the haunted ruins, and destroying them so they cannot be used to repeat the destruction wrought onto her homeland elsewhere.

elezen or birds

嗨! Lunar New Year is fast approaching, but I'm not feeling especially celebratory. While I am managing my struggles, my mind is in great turmoil.

As such, I'd like to humbly request a reblog with your elezen OCs, my friends and mutuals. No elezen? Provide a bird pic instead. I happen to love both very much.

All that aside, I hope you are staying hydrated, fed, rested, and at your optimal temperature.

[aramynx]

HANDS ON APPROACH...

KATSUKI BAKUGO X READER

a/n: i just love the idea of handsy bakugo who slowly wiggles his way into your life xoxoxo

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“You’re in my way.” Bakugo scowled, planting a hand on your waist as he leaned over you to grab a glass from the cabinet above you, his chest grazing your nose as he stood straight again and wandered over to the sink to fill his glass with water.

Bakugo touching you like this had become the norm- at first it surprised you that he could even be so gentle, but now it all seemed far more casual. The way his hands would find their way to the side of your waist, fingers rubbing against your stomach, thumb pressed against your back since his hands were so big. Their classmates had noticed this, however, none had the balls to even try and bring it up.

“Move, dumbass.” He would scowl, walking towards his desk in the mornings, always using his left hand to gently tug on your hip to move you out of his path- at this point you had begun standing in the same spot to continue the little ritual you had going.

“You’re an idiot.” He would huff after hard training sessions, planting a warm palm on your cheek as he’d carefully inspect the injuries he had given you- failing miserably to avoid looking into your eyes.

“Don’t cry over something so stupid.” He would complain after begrudgingly hearing about your latest failed date, a semi-reassuring palm landing on your head and rubbing gently into your scalp, “Bastard didn’t deserve to have you in the first place.”

“Thought you said you knew how to cook, dumbass?” He muttered after tasting the food on the stove, “You didn’t even try and season this.”

His arms would reach around you in the dorm kitchen to grab the spices beside the stovetop, selecting a few and generously seasoning whatever food you were cooking- lingering around you for a few moments too long to be considered normal.

Eventually these touches would evolve into more- you leaning against Bakugo on the train and on the bus as he put his arm around you to ‘make sure you didn’t get robbed’. Sitting beside each other during movie nights in the common space where you couldn’t help but to fall asleep on his shoulder halfway through, breathing softly onto his neck. Occasionally, he would also fall asleep, head resting on top of yours as a quiet snore left his mouth (although he insists he doesn't snore), your hand resting gently on his chest.

In the last few months, they had practically become inseparable. Bakugo didn’t know what the hell he was feeling but he knew he needed to be touching you in some way- in any way when he was able to.

Once, Midoriya had rushed over to check on you after you had fainted, lifting your head off of the ground and into his hands until he was disrupted by Bakugo swiftly scooping up your unconscious body and carrying you to recovery girl. Like hell was he going to let that damn nerd lay his hands on his-

Oh.

Before anyone knew it, those simple affectionate touches that they were accustomed to were soon accompanied by simple affectionate words.

“Watch your head.” He would say, hand landing on your waist as he leaned over to pick up something behind you.

“Mornin’ baby.” He would smirk as his left hand guided you out of his way as he walked towards his seat

“You should be more careful next time.” He complained, pushing back your hair and grabbing you by the cheeks to turn your head as he checked for damage after training. “Didn’t mean to blast you right in the face..”

“No need to cry, I’ve got you.” He would reassure, wiping your tears gently with his warm thumb as his other hand rubbed your back slowly. “Too pretty to be crying over those shitty extras, angel.”

“You forgetting how I like my eggs, babe?” He would ask to prompt you to remember to season the things you're cooking, arms wrapped around your waist, face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, perfectly content.

Bakugo fell and he fell hard, he never explicitly asked you out, rather it just sort of happened, and you had mutually agreed upon it, albeit silently.

Then again- Bakugo had never really been one to express his emotions though words. He always did do things with a hands-on approach.

[blackleatherjacketz]

Shadow and Sin: Chapter 5

Elijah Mikaelson, Klaus Mikaelson x Female Reader

Summary: Having just moved to New Orleans, you get intimately acquainted with both Mikaelson brothers, but don't find out who they are until it's too late.

This Chapter: You wrap things up with Elijah and reflect on your situation before Klaus invites you over for a private mentoring session.

Warnings: NSFW, 18+ Only!, Kissing, Dancing, Painting, Brush Play, Groping, Nipple Play, Light Masochism, Praise Kink, Vaginal Fingering, Neck Kissing/Licking, Female Orgasm, Power Imbalance

Word Count: 2.8k+

Read the rest of the story HERE

You spent the next few hours with Elijah that night, allowing yourself to feel worthy enough to take his hand and follow him out onto the dance floor. He took you back in time to the sounds of Cab Calloway and Ella Fitzgerald as the rest of the world faded into a blurry whirl around you. His strong hands grasped at your waist and fingers with such ease as he drew you in closer, you got the feeling that you were always meant to be held by him as that delicate grin idly spread across his lips.

For the very first time in your life, you finally felt the way society had born and bred you to feel around a man, the butterflies in your stomach insisting on lifting you all the way up to the ceiling if he weren’t there to anchor you to the floor. You could hear trumpets in the background, barely audible over the loud thumping of your heart as his hand slithered up your lower back, pressing your heaving chest against his before tilting your torso down in a dramatic dip. Instinctively, your arm reached up and wrapped around his neck, holding on for dear life as the music sped up, his lips grazing over yours. Your halted breath nearly made you see stars, his teasing mouth driving you wild as it mapped its way across your chin and jawline, forcing you to turn your cheek toward his.

He’d quickly straightened your spine back to a standing position, keeping the distance, or lack thereof, between you as your body trembled against his. All thoughts of Klaus had been pushed to the back of your mind as his freshly shaven face brushed against yours, turning toward you until his lips finally tasted the flavor of your desire for him. The kiss was chaste at first, slowly deepening as he held you tighter, his fingers pressed snugly between your shoulder blades to keep you from depriving him of what he wanted all along, of what you both always knew you wanted from each other.

The night, however, had ended shortly after that, Elijah claiming that he was a gentleman who wanted to take his time getting to know you as those butterflies were slow to calm their wings. He had given you his number so he ‘didn’t have to stalk you anymore’ and called you an Uber to safely drive you home. You fell asleep that night secretly hoping that he wasn’t going to be the one to get bored of you before disappearing into thin air.

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A text from Klaus wakes you from your slumber mid morning, telling you to meet him at his studio around eight o’clock tonight, and to be ready to paint. Shit, you’d nearly forgotten about Klaus! You sit up and run a hurried hand through your hair, squinting at your phone to make sure Elijah hadn’t texted you after you told him that you’d gotten home safe, but he hadn’t. This is all starting to get a bit more twisted than you’d anticipated, a small sense of guilt climbing its way into your chest before you take a deep breath and force it out of your system.

Wait a minute, how many men have dated multiple women at the same time until they were sure which one they wanted a relationship with? And even then, how many of them did they keep on the back burner ‘just in case’? How many of them had lied in the process, leading them on until it was too late, or let them believe that they were something more than what they actually were? In comparison to their tactics, you aren’t doing anything vile or deceitful, you’re just… keeping your options open until you know how you feel. You aren’t even exclusive with either one of them just yet.

With all that in mind, you get dressed and go about your day, eventually driving over to the address Klaus had sent you, hoping your session with him tonight could make things a little clearer. With a bag full of paint and brushes on your shoulder, you reluctantly knock on the door of the industrial looking building he’d claimed as his studio.

“I do hope my little protégé is well rested after her rounds at the hospital.” Klaus greets you in a black Henley, streaks of green paint slowly drying on his knuckles as he holds up a glass of wine for you to take. He must have been eagerly awaiting your arrival.

“Well, not all of us are lucky enough to benefit from generational wealth.” You defend yourself, taking the glass of wine from him and following him inside the open concept studio.

Its ceilings are rather high for it being on the first floor, the windows taking up most of the east side as it offers a beautifully vast view of the river and the glittering city skyline. Composed mostly of exposed brick and steel piping with chipped paint, this isn’t exactly what you had pictured for someone like him, but you can’t imagine what you would have dreamed up in its place. “Wow, this place is amazing. You live here?”

“Oh no, this is just a studio I rent to get away from the unceasingly tiresome dramatics of my family.” He walks you past a few paintings of his own, beautifully emotive pieces of different styles stacked on tables and chairs, even a few scattered across the floor. It seems that painting for him is a necessity, a constant itch that he has to scratch in order to keep himself from going mad.

“Your family?” Oh god, is he married? Are you the other woman? You quickly glance down at his ring finger, relieved to find it devoid of any jewelry.

“My siblings, love.” He looks back and winks at you, easing your mind as if he already knew where it was going. “The lot of us still manage to get under each other's skin while living under the same roof, so I’ve had to result to this… barbaric hideaway in order to get any peace and quiet for my work.”

You roll your eyes as he calls this expensive piece of real estate barbaric, secretly glad that you didn’t invite him over to your place to paint. You wonder what eloquent and deeply offensive adjectives he’d throw your way when he saw the tiny corner of your apartment that you painted in, or all of your hand-me-down furniture.

“Well, I like it.” You tell him before taking a sip of your wine.

“Imagine my relief.” He jokes, stopping in front of a blank canvas mounted on an easel as he grabs a half-full wine glass that had been warming on the table next to it. “Now tell me, what gets a woman like you in the mood to paint? What inspires my little Frida Kahlo to create the bold masterpieces I’ve seen? With all that anger brewing inside you, I imagine it doesn’t take much.” He downs his drink and sets it back down where he found it. “But you don’t look very angry now.”

“No?” You raise an eyebrow before taking another sip, wondering where he’s going with this.

“On the contrary, love, you look quite well.” He waltzes toward you, his features shifting from jovial to predatory in an instant. “I was thinking we could work with that, that we could start off with a sort of collaboration. Nothing too fancy, just a way to get those creative juices flowing.”

“Collaboration? I’ve never done anything like that before.” You admit, all of the sudden getting uneasy about your skill set. What if your nerves get the best of you while he’s around, and you can’t deliver? What if he regrets taking you on as his protégé?

“Have you ever tried abstract before?” He pulls his phone out of his pocket and turns on some music, the open space allowing it to echo beautifully around you before he sets it down on the table.

“Abstract? No, not really.” You don’t hate the idea of abstract, but you’ve always just felt that it was sort of… too easy, somehow, a cheat that anyone could do. But you guess you’ll never really know until you try.

“No matter.” He walks around the table ladled with paints and jars full of different colored water, twisting the caps off a handful of colors before squeezing them into individual mason jars, carefully setting them in front of the canvas. His eyes glance up at you ever so often, watching you as if he fears that you’ll sprout wings and fly away if he loses sight of you for too long. “Are you willing to experiment with me?”

Jesus. What a loaded question.

He fills a glass of water and sets it down next to the rest of the paints, his darkened eyes back on you. “Are you ready to toss those inhibitions aside and create something truly spectacular?”

“I’m here, aren’t I?” You shrug your shoulders as if he isn’t aware of the insanely magnetic pull he seems to have on you any time you’re near him. As if he can’t already feel the air between you charge with potential energy, each atom vibrating at an accelerated rate, begging to be pushed into motion by either one of you at any moment. As if he couldn’t see all of that written plain as day, across your face as your features soften for him.

“That wasn’t an answer.” He twirls a clean paint brush in between his fingers as he strides up to you, pointing it at your face before tracing it along your chin and neck, humming to himself as he awaits your reply. His full lips pout as he brings them closer to your face, a habit you’ll never quite get used to, but certainly won’t complain about as the bristles from the brush excite each and every strand of fine hair across your skin.

“I’m ready,” you whisper as your lips remain parted, the muscles in your thighs and abdomen tightening instinctively.

“Good girl. Then let’s start by painting the canvas a color that matches your mood.” He continues to drag the brush slowly down your neck and across your clavicle, his eyes following raptly as it forces your breath to still. “I wonder what you could be feeling right now?”

Goddamnit. He’s really got his claws in you now.

“Excitement,” you start, trying to slow and deepen your breath as it shallows in your heaving chest.

“Excitement? Is that all?” He takes your hand and firmly places the brush in your palm before stepping behind you, keeping contact with your skin the entire time. “I fell in love with your artwork because it was brutally honest about the gruesome horrors of this world, and all you have to give me is ‘excitement’?” He clicks his tongue. “No, you can do much better than that. Why don’t you tell me what feeling makes those pretty little cheeks flush such a deep crimson, what makes that bleeding heart of yours race inside your chest every time our eyes meet.” He feathers his palms over your shoulders and moves your hair away from your neck. “I want to hear you say it.”

You swallow hard as he pushes your buttons, his hands collecting your hair to one side before smoothing their way down your arms, eventually finding familiarity on both of your hips before you finally speak. “I feel aroused.”

God, you’re so bad at dirty talk.

“Well, that wasn’t so hard, now was it?” He guides you toward the canvas step by step, his breath hot on your neck as his hands slink up under your shirt, smoothing their way up your belly until they slip beneath your bra. “Admitting how you feel?”

“No,” you whisper your lie softly, gasping as your nipples harden against his palms, putting any doubt of his intentions to rest. “It wasn’t.”

“Well don’t tell me about it, love, put it on the canvas.” He instructs coldly, squeezing your breasts as you shudder beneath his touch.

“Right.” You take the brush and try to keep it as steady as possible despite his seductive distraction, placing a large amount of red onto the palette before adding a hint of blue, mixing the two together into a deep, moody magenta. A twinge of pain shoots up into your spine as Klaus pinches both your nipples, forcing you to drag the brush across the canvas in a sporadic, diagonal pattern. “Klaus!”

“Don't mind me, just keep on painting.” He kisses his words into the delicate skin of your neck, twisting your sensitive tissue even harder as he draws out a tiny yelp from your lips and an arch from your back.

It takes every ounce of self control you have not to drop the brush and turn around to face him, but you continue to paint the base of the canvas the vibrant color of your desire. Through heavily hooded lids, you finally finish every corner, setting your brush down as Klaus takes the opportunity to pull your shirt off over your head before unclasping your bra.

“See how freeing it is to try something new?” He pushes the straps of your bra down your shoulders, tickling your skin even more until it falls onto the floor next to your shirt.

“Yes,” you whisper, the sudden exposure making you shiver in the air conditioning before the heat of his arms comforts you.

“Now,” he wraps his fingers around yours, guiding your hand to clean the brush in the water as his other hand makes quick work of unbuttoning your jeans. “Let’s really set you free.”

Like a puppet on a string, he has you dry the brush off before the two of you dip it into the black paint, letting it build and collect on the tip before lifting it back up. He takes his time before making you press it against the canvas, allowing it to drip down along its path, splattering onto your breasts and shoulders before leaving a trail of dots and streaks across the magenta background of your work. It’s almost enough to distract you from his fingers that now delve in between your folds, collecting your liquid warmth as if it were colorful paint itself and his fingers the brush, spreading a clear coat up and down your length before pulling up on your clit.

“Oh my god, Klaus” you whisper as he works his magic between your thighs, continuing to zigzag the black, tarry ooze across the canvas until the brush nearly runs dry.

“Look at that,” he nips at your ear, whispering his praise against it in a gravelly tone. “You’re a natural abstract artist after all.” He kisses the spot just behind your jaw, suckling your skin before licking the path of your pulse until he reaches the nape of your neck.

“You… you bit me last time.” You recall out loud, nearly getting lost in the lustful haze he’s so expertly created just for you.

“I did.” He smiles as he tastes more of your skin, thinking fondly of your last encounter as he rubs deep circles into your bud. “And you liked it.”

“I did.” Your breathless reply surprises you both, floating into the air a little too quickly as his fingers send more signals of hypnotic bliss up into your core, forcing you to drop the brush onto the floor.

“I knew it, I could see it in your eyes that night. You enjoy a bit of pain with your pleasure, is that it?” He lets go of your hand and grabs your chin, turning your face toward him.

“Yes.” His gorgeous face only adds to your building euphoria, alighting every neuron beneath his fingertips as he calls you out.

“Well, it turns out great minds think alike.” His blackened pupils expand with his growing arousal, their bluish green tint fading off into the recesses of his eyes. “We’re going to have so much fun together.”

You nod in response, barely able to utter a word as his fingers steal your breath completely, drawing a fuzzy curtain over your field of vision as odd patterns glow and fade over his skin and curls. You watch him grin as your visions intensify, changing colors, dimensions and brightness as he touches you in the perfect pattern to make your muscles clench and spasm in his arms, your toes curling from his deliciously expert precision.

“That’s it, love,” he whispers, turning your head to face the canvas as your orgasm rips its way through you. “See all those colors? All those patterns you couldn’t have even dreamed of before?”

“I see them,” you stammer, a stuttered breath in between each syllable as your heart threatens to break out of your ribcage. “Stars and pyramids…”

“Those are all for you.” He pushes his fingers inside your slick, wet walls, refusing to let your body come down from its chemical high just yet. “I want you to paint them for me.”

[rashomonss]

The valentines request look divine~

I would like to request Threesome with Mammon and Leviathan, or staying quiet with Asmodeus?

It could be done anyway but I just love the prompts, have fun with your Valentines!!

a/n: I’m finally finishing up my v day request and I’m hoping to have them done before the end of march (҂ ꒦ິヮ꒦ິ)

Anyways! I decided to do the threesome one with Mammon and Levi bc it looked fun to me and I’m not even going to lie I had so much fun with this because I just kept writing haha, I do hope it’s to your liking tho!

warning: NSFW (read at your own discretion) , afab MC

“I’m not sharing”

You were originally supposed to have an all night anime marathon with Levi in his room but Mammon decided to invite himself over after you refused to leave his younger brother's room and spend time with him.

“Ugh can you move? I’m trying to explain this part of the story to MC and you’re literally blocking the whole view” Levi groaned as his older brother shot him a glare.

“I’ll move if ya stop hoarding MC” he snapped back.

“I’m not hoarding! They are laying on me, it's mutual” Levi yelled back.

“Shut yer trap you stupid otaku”

“Stop using that as an insult!”

With a groan you curled up into the blanket and Levi as both continued bickering.

“Can you two just relax? It’s not that big of a deal. Here come sit by me too Mams” you finally said causing the second born's eyes to light up.

With a few more minutes of back and forth bickering you were cuddling with the two as the show continued.

Everything remained fine for a few hours and next thing you knew Mammon fell asleep and you were soon getting to that point as well.

Levi could tell as the night carried on so he claimed that if you wanted to sleep he supposed he could allow you too. You thank him you placed a kiss on his lips as you told him good night.

However that good night kiss ended up turning into a small heated makeout session.

As the two of you desperately kissed each other you moved to straddle Levi’s lap, who in turn hesitantly grabbed your waist. You rocked your hips back and forth on his lap as he pulled you somehow even closer than before.

Levi was surprisingly the first one to take action and slip his hand down your pants as you continued to grind on him. There were times you would have to guide him when the two of you would have sex, but you were also always glad for the rare times he wanted to take the initiative.

As your makeout and fingering session with Levi continued the two of you somehow managed to forget there was another person in the room.

Mammon decided to make his presence known again after he cleared his throat and stared at the two of you with a slightly red face.

“Ya realize I’m here right…” he said.

Your face went bright red and Levi practically stopped functioning for a moment. The room went awkwardly quiet until Mammon decided to speak up again, this time with a smirk present in his face.

“Sit on my face” Mammon suddenly said while grabbing your arm, trying his best to pull you off his younger brother.

You looked at him slightly shocked as he manhandled you off of Levi and onto him.

Levi’s flustered face morphed into a scowl as he watched his brother steal away your attention. Sure he caught up in the moment and forgot he was there but he loved it when you two had moments like that. Especially ones where he almost felt confident enough to take the initiative with certain actions. But for Mammon to just swoop in and demand something and your attention when you and Levi were really hitting it off had truly ticked him off.

He watched now annoyed as you straddled Mammons grinning face. Slowly Mammon grabbed your thighs and lowered you down on to him and immediately got to work on tasting every inch of your folds.

As Mammon ate you out feverishly you couldn’t help but squirm and try and lift yourself due to the immense amount of pleasure he was giving you.

“You ain’t going nowhere” he replied as he pulled you back down onto his face, and thought you couldn’t see it you could hear the smirk on his lips.

Levi watched the scene in front of him unfold and something bubbled up inside him that ticked him off more than anything. Jealousy.

There was no way he was just going to sit there and watch Mammon take you when he had you merely seconds ago. Something inside Levi snapped and immediately he made his way over to you and went for your chest.

With a gasp you watched him take your nipple in his mouth and suck harshly as he teased the other with his fingertips.

The two demons sent massive waves of pleasure through your body, to the point that it made your brain feel fuzzy. Levi continued to abuse your chest, which was now covered in hickeys and bite marks. And Mammon had his fun eating you out as if you were the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted.

After a few more harsh sucks and licks to your clit and nipples your first orgasm rolled through you causing you to shudder and cry out on Mammon’s face as he lapped up every single drop. Levi continued playing with your nipples as Mammon helped ride you through your orgasm making sure to overstimulate you just a bit in the process.

Immediately after however, you yelped when his thick fingers were inserted into you. Mammon made quick work of stretching you out and pumping in and out of you as he argued with his younger brother who now wanted a taste of you.

When he deemed you ready Mammon retracted his fingers leaving a lewd pop to fill the room. But he made the mistake of taking his time to get out from under you because in less than a second Levi grabbed you and pulled your hips towards him.

“I can surely do it better than you!” Levi argued as he positioned himself at your entrances.

“As if, ya don’t know the first thing about what they like” Mammon yelled back.

“Shut up” Levi yelled then immediately pushed into you causing a cry of pleasure to leave your lips.

“See?” He scoffed back, with a beet red face as he gestured to the fucked out expression you made when he stuffed both your holes with his cocks. Levi then started out at a slow and steady pace to ease you into the feeling.

Now annoyed Mammon watched as you clung to his younger brother and moaned with each continued thrust in and out of your holes.

He made quick work of discarding his pants and moving over to your face which was currently glued to Levi, your eyes couldn’t help but watch him enter and leave your holes every time.

“Hey just look at me okay? You’re doing great, holy shit you feel so good” Levi stated, then whined as he adjusted his angle and soon found the perfect spot. This causes a few moans to ripple through your lips, thus sending vibrations through Mammon’s cock, making him see stars.

“Don’t look at that weirdo, look at me…that’s it, mhm, just like that MC” Mammon said as he guided your head up and down his cock making sure you were only paying attention to him and him alone.

The longer you looked away the harder Levi pounded into you, and the more you tried to turn your attention back to the third born Mammon would instead make you take his cock deeper.

Both made sure you were stuffed on the top and bottom. The quick pace Levi set had you bouncing on his cocks allowing you to take Mammon deeper down your throat. However when Mammon ran his fingers through your hair to grab a fist full of it you unconsciously tightened around Levi, who gripped your thighs harshly enough to leave a mark.

The way you continued to take both their cocks deeper had the two whining in ecstasy. Mammon couldn’t hold it much longer, so with a slightly harsh grip to your scalp he came in your mouth and watched your surprised expression with a smirk.

Mammon loved the way you looked trying to take all his cum in your mouth. You were on the cusp of an orgasm and you still tried to lap up his cum in the process.

The last thrust finally got the knot in your stomach to come undone causing a wave of pleasure to rush through your body. You buckled your hips into Levi’s cocks and shuddered as you felt him reach his orgasm inside you. His thrusts never stopped though, even with you coming down from your orgasm he still continued at a decent pace, making you squirm as you cried that it was too much.

When you opened your mouth to moan Mammon watched intently as his cum spilled out from the sides. With a smirk he lifted your chin and wiped off the cum that was dripping down your face with his thumb. Then he made sure to immediately stuff his fingers in your mouth after, so you could truly swallow everything.

When the three of you finally came down from your high Mammon grabbed your hip and pulled you towards him. “My turn” he said with a greedy smile.

“No way, I’m going again” Levi snapped back.

Looks like this was going to be a long night…

[harvestleaves]

Seen and Heard

Summary: Tommy likes to think of himself as very observant. So when Buck has an asthma attack while staying over, he takes care of him. Not knowing that was something Buck has desperately needed.

Rating: T, for occasional swearing.

Word Count: 1, 847

A/N: After Thursday's episode, I'm back on my 9-1-1 bs! So here's Buck and Tommy having a soft, tender moment. The fic can also be read here on Ao3.

Tommy was observant, more or less.

Sure, he initially thought that Buck was simply jealous when it came to his friendship with Eddie. But, after he and Buck had started to go on more dates, he was able to pick up on the other man's quirks. Like how he loved to ramble on about some new fact or another, and how he looked almost dejected when others didn't find it as cool. Or how Buck seemed to melt under his touch, and how the softest smile graced the younger man's face every time Tommy pulled back from kissing him.

So after the first few times of being over at Buck's apartment, and seeing more than just the kitchen, of course, he noticed the inhalers. How there was one in the bathroom cabinet when he needed some Tylenol one night. And how Buck also had one hidden in his nightstand. That one he discovered after one of their make-out sessions had started to turn into more and he needed the condoms. Not to mention the one Buck had in his work bag, the bag he usually brought whenever he stayed over.

Despite noticing these important things, Buck still hadn't mentioned his asthma. Not that Tommy would have cared if he did want to keep it a secret. He was allowed to have his privacy. He was just a little surprised though considering how soft Buck always was when it was just the two of them and how much more open and vulnerable he seemed in the weeks that they had been seeing each other.

He shoved that nugget of knowledge to the back of his brain for later though, almost forgetting about it until Buck came to stay the night at his place after a particularly exhausting shift. They both had the following day off, a rare occurrence for the pair, but Tommy wanted to make the most of it, even when Buck fell asleep early in bed, the two just watching a movie to relax. Buck's head was settled on his chest, blinking back tiredness for a solid fifteen minutes before he finally gave in and fell asleep.

Yawning himself, Tommy gently ran his fingers through Buck's hair to relax his boyfriend into a deeper sleep and reached over to turn off the lamp next to his bed along with the TV. Sleep quickly came for him, completely unaware to Buck stirring in his arms.

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Buck couldn't remember when he fell asleep, but the exhaustion from his shift, coupled with the fact that he was pretty sure he caught a chest cold, had made sure he was asleep well before midnight. That didn't explain however why he woke up at 1:30 in the morning feeling like an elephant was sitting on his chest. Slowly pulling himself back from Tommy, Buck reached over to the side table next to the bed, instinctually grabbing for the drawer where he would normally keep his inhaler. Except when he opened the drawer, all he felt was air and then he remembered. He was at Tommy's, and he definitely didn't put his spare inhaler in his jacket pocket last night after he finished up his shift.

Blinking back a few tears that threatened to fill his eyes, Buck moved to sit up and looked over to where Tommy was sleeping soundly and he bit his bottom lip, shakily taking a breath through his nose to calm himself. Logically, he knew that getting upset would do his breathing no good, but he felt at a loss of what to do, not wanting to risk waking Tommy up to bother him.

Tommy stirred as Buck's warm body pulled away from him and he groaned, rolling over to sleepily feel for Buck's waist to pull him back to his chest. He scrunched his face up in confusion as his hand met the still warm bed sheets. Followed by, the leg of Buck's sweatpants? Something that usually wouldn't be up towards the head of the bed.

Opening his eyes to the darkness of his bedroom, Tommy squinted before his eyes adjusted and he saw Buck's silhouette, the shape accentuated by the moonlight as the other's hand came up to press against his chest. Worry creased Tommy's forehead as he moved to sit up, reaching a hand out to Buck's shoulder as his ears finally registered the wheezes and how Buck's shoulders seemed to rise and fall rapidly.

"Evan? Babe, what's going on?" Tommy asked, keeping his voice gentle as he leaned across Buck to click on the side table lamp.

"Sh-shit. I'm sorry, I didn't want to w-wake you," Buck wheezed, his eyes slowly adjusting to the bright light that was now in the room before his eyes met Tommy's unable to stop a tear that worked it way down his cheek at the soft look of concern on the other's face.

"Based off your appearance, I think you should have woken me up. That's a conversation for later though. Do you have your inhaler on you?" Tommy asked, reaching up to wipe the tear from Buck's cheek with the pad of his thumb, before he glanced around for the bag Buck had brought with him and spotted it over near the bedroom door.

"M-maybe one in my bag? I think I left it at home though," Buck whispered, taking another shaky breath through his nose as Tommy nodded before pushing himself up to grab Buck's bag. He had honestly forgotten about the inhaler he normally kept in his bag until Tommy asked, the other man's presence calming him in a way no previous partner had. He felt seen. Taken care of as Tommy set the bag down at the foot of the bed and started going through it with precision, locating the inhaler easily in the small front pocket, almost as if he'd seen Buck place it there.

Giving the inhaler a shake, Tommy sat back down next to Buck and held it out to him. "Do you need my help? Or have you got it?" Tommy asked, not wanting to overstep boundaries as Buck took the inhaler, shaking it one last time before he took a breath.

Buck let his eyes fall shut as he focused on slowing his breathing down, letting the medication do it's job. The feeling of a hand over his own made the tension melt from his shoulders and he gently squeezed Tommy's hand back.

"I'm going to grab you some water. Just focus on your breathing. I'll be right back Evan."

Buck pouted as he watched Tommy leave the room, not caring that his mouth did feel dry from the albuterol, he just wanted Tommy to hold him, kiss his hair, make everything feel better.

Stepping back into the room with a glass of water, Tommy frowned at how dejected Buck looked and walked back towards the bed. He set the water on the night stand before sitting down on the edge near Buck's knees, tilting his boyfriend's chin up to look at him.

"What's going though that head of yours? You look like a kicked puppy," Tommy said, pressing a soft kiss to Buck's forehead, making a mental note of the warmth he was radiating.

The kiss was apparently Buck's breaking point as he felt the tears overflow and he pressed his face against Tommy's neck, the other man's arms wrapping tightly around Buck to hold him close, dropping his chin onto the top of Buck's head to be the steady presence he needed.

Tommy just held Buck, letting him cry the much needed feelings out of his body before the younger man sniffled and shakily pulled back.

"S-sorry for all of that," Buck whispered, his throat even drier from crying as Tommy reached around him for the glass of water he'd set down.

"You don't need to apologize. Not for the asthma attack, and definitely not for the crying. You were scared, it's understandable," Tommy said as he guided the cup up to Buck's mouth so he could take a sip.

"H-how did you know? About the asthma? And where I keep my inhaler? I never actually told you anything," Buck asked after a few drinks of water. His breathing still had a slight whistle to it, and he contemplated taking a second breath of medicine, but he was more curious at the moment.

"I guessed about the asthma after I saw the inhaler in your bathroom, that night I had a headache. And then when I found the one in your nightstand," Tommy explained, gently running his fingers through Buck's hair soothingly as he studied the other's face. "I am curious though. Why didn't you tell me? You know I wouldn't have judged you, or thought anything less of you, right?"

Buck blushed, about to shrug before he changed his mind and bit his lip, thinking over his next words carefully.

"I've never been this vulnerable with a partner before. Had someone treat me with such softness, such care. I didn't tell you because I've never mentioned it to any of my exes and they never asked either, so it felt almost insignificant," he paused, taking another sip of water before he looked back at Tommy.

"But when I woke up just now, unable to breathe, all I wanted to do was wake you up, have you hold me, tell me everything was going to be okay. You make me feel cared for. Wanted."

"And that scares you? Being cared for?" Tommy asked, tilting his head as studied Buck's face.

"Yeah. Because with so many people, it has felt like their love was conditional. Like I'm only worthy if I'm of use to others and can do something for them, fix something. But you just like me for me, and it's scary. Up until recently I had no clue what all of me entailed, and you just accepted it with open arms. Fuck, I'm gonna cry again," Buck sniffed as he reached up to rub more tears from his face, Tommy reaching out to cup his cheek.

"Evan, feeling this way is a good thing. This is what a healthy relationship should feel like. You should feel loved, you deserve to feel loved. You are worthy of love. And I am so sorry that anyone made you feel less than that. I love you." Tommy pressed a kiss to Buck's temple, right over his birthmark before glancing over at the clock, now reading almost 2:30 in the morning.

"We should probably head back to bed if you're feeling ready. Or I can put a movie on if you just want to lay here and cuddle for a while. It's up to you. I move at your pace."

"Movie and cuddling sound great," Buck nodded as he watched Tommy grab the remote, setting his inhaler down on top of the nightstand before he wriggled his way under the sheets again and pressed himself close to Tommy. As the movie started, Buck watched Tommy's face before turning his head to kiss him.

"I love you too by the way."

[maretinelli]

WE WERE THREE ²

Edmund Pevensie X fem!reader

Summary: y/n and the Pevensie's return to Narnia, still missing their son, but something they find ends up bringing comfort to their lives. At least a little.

Words: 2.3K+

Warnings: Narnia, mention of their past, therapy, anguish, a lot of crying, but cute and comforting.

Author: English is not my first language, apologies for any errors that may occur throughout the story. And well, I couldn't wait any longer, I had to do part 2. I cried, but life goes on.

MASTERLIST

Parte 1

A year had passed. The Pevensies and Y/n had returned to England and their routine before the war.

Of course, not completely in the routine, as they still wanted to be in Narnia ruled together. But with each passing day, the bad feeling of having unconsciously abandoned a country calmed down.

Ed and Y/n talked a lot about their relationship and the son they had left behind.

Yes, there were nights when they fell asleep crying remembering Liam. The pain would probably never go away, it would be there, for life, but perhaps less painful every day.

Y/n had to attend therapy groups as soon as she returned from the teacher's house. Her family thought it was because of the war, that her mind was troubling her, but the reality is that every day she blamed herself for leaving Liam behind, and that haunted her mind.

Edmund had accompanied his girlfriend to some sessions. Because he also had that feeling of guilt.

It would be more disturbing for them - perhaps much more so for Y/n. If only she knew she was pregnant with her second child when they got back. The guilt would probably be greater and make the girl do something crazy.

But it was a good thing they didn't know that part. Maybe not knowing about the second pregnancy was a good thing. Because in the reality they lived in, she would disappear the same way.

Susan, Lucy and Y/n were on the streets of London. Lucy had informed Susan and Y/n that there was a fight at the train station, and it was probably one of the boys who was involved in it.

"Excuse me, please excuse me" Lucy said as she tried to get to the fight.

A lot of people were around the boys who were fighting, but instead of separating them, they were giving more support to the fight.

"Peter!!!" Susan screams.

Y/n quickly looks around, trying to locate her boyfriend. But it seemed like he wasn't engrossed in that.

Until someone ran past her and threw her backpack on the ground.

"EDMUND!!" Y/n screams and tries to go down a few more steps of the stairs, but people were making it impossible for her to pass. "EXCUSE ME"

But it was too late, Ed was also fighting with one of the boys, trying to defend his older brother.

Soon the station guards analyze the fight and run towards it, separating the boys from each other and making the spectators run away.

"And be mature!!!" The guard yells, letting Peter and the other boys run away.

Y/n approaches Ed, handing him the bag and shaking her head.

The five walk to the platform where their train would pass, sitting on a bench, leaving their bags on the floor.

Edmundo sat next to Y/n, looking sideways at his older brother.

"No thanks..." Ed grumbles.

Y/n looks at her boyfriend and then at her brother-in-law. That was standing.

"I was winning"

"What was it this time?" Susan, who was sitting at the other end of the bench, asks looking at her brother.

"A bump..."

"And then you hit him?" Lucy had to be sarcastic, but she was too sweet for that.

"No. After the bump they asked to apologize, but clearly they were wrong and I didn't ask. Hence the fight."

"Super mature" Y/n says rolling her eyes, while Ed had her right hand in her lap and played with her fingers. Rotating the dating ring.

"Really? Wouldn't it be easier to walk away?" Susan asks.

"They were wrong. And I'm not a child." Peter says.

“But it seems like it” Y/n grumbles, as she kicked a pebble from the ground.

"But we are children!!" Ed responds to his brother.

Peter turns to him.

"I wasn't always." He pauses. "Seriously, we're back a year. How long does he want us to wait?" Peter refers to Aslan and then sits next to Lucy.

Y/n is a little uncomfortable when they bring up the subject, but doesn't say anything, just plays with Ed's hands too.

Edmund, in turn, looks sideways at his girlfriend, ready to change the subject as soon as he sees her becoming more uncomfortable.

"You have to accept that you live here. You don't have to pretend it's different" Susan looks at Peter.

Everyone remains silent, looking at the floor or the wall on the other side of the platform.

Susan looks back and quickly turns to her brother and sister-in-law.

"Go!! Quickly!! Pretend you're talking to me"

Edmund looks sarcastically at his older sister and smiles.

"But we are talking to you"

Susan rolls her eyes and Lucy quickly gets up from the bench.

"Ouch, someone pinched me!!"

"It wasn't me" Peter says. "OH, STOP PUSHING ME" He looks at Y/n, who was sitting on his right.

"But I didn't push- MY HAND EDMUND" Y/n stands up too.

"What happened?? I didn't do anything" soon Ed gets up too, as he had felt something push against his rib.

"What is happening?" Y/n asks as the train starts to pass quickly, a strong wind hits them and the platform tiles start to fall off the walls.

"It smells like magic!!"

"Quickly, join hands" Susan informs and the five hold hands.

Until suddenly, a light hits their eyes and the train station disappears, being replaced by a beautiful beach at the end of the cave they were in.

Still holding hands with her boyfriend, Y/n puts her hands over her eyes and starts walking until she is completely out of the cave and the sun hits her and the Pevensie brothers.

Susan and Peter look at each other, Lucy, Edmund and Y/n share another look. The five of them thinking exactly the same thing.

"The last one to reach the beach is a rotten egg" Susan shouts, starting to run towards the water.

Y/n laughs happily and gently pats her boyfriend's shoulder.

"It's with you, darling" she says smiling and runs too.

Edmund smiles and runs after his girlfriend, the rest going after the three who were now running towards the water on the beach.

Arriving in the water, they start playing with each other, laughing and having fun.

Edmund grabs Y/n from behind and they both throw themselves backwards, falling into the water and laughing.

"Calm down, let the air go back into my lungs again" Y/n stands up and wipes the water off her face, making the four Pevensie brothers laugh.

"Where are we?" Edmund looked at the columns.

"Where do you think?"

"It's just...I don't remember there being ruins in Narnia" Edmund says.

Y/n quickly turns around and looks towards the hills too, it looked like the place had been abandoned for years.

Centuries if you calculate.

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The brothers and Y/n climbed the hills and reached the ruins. Y/n looked closely at the remaining pillars, Peter looked at the ground and Ed observed everything.

Lucy was looking at the horizon with Susan.

"Who lived here?"

Susan bends down and picks up a gold chess piece from the floor.

"It was us" she says.

With that, Peter, Y/n and Edmund approach the girls, who were watching the horizon a few seconds ago.

Ed and Y/n arrive at the same time, making the girl lose her balance and Ed hold her back.

"Sorry" he laughs.

"It's okay, I stepped on something" she smiles at her boyfriend and then bends down to pick up something.

When the object was in hand, she sees a small sword. It was about 30 centimeters long and had something engraved on it.

"If you stepped further to the side, you could have stuck your foot" Ed says and Y/n turns the small sword around.

The other Pevensies were curiously observing the object as well.

"Whose would it be? It's too small to be ours" Y/n says, and analyzing the small sword better.

Edmund already knew who it was, which brought a few tears to his face.

"y/n..."

"What it was?" She turns to her boyfriend and Ed takes the small sword in his hand, turning it around and showing what he had engraved.

Y/n looks and her smile disappears from her face.

On the small sword was engraved the name of Liam Pevensie.

"Liam..." She says weakly, making the others approach them and see the sword. "It was his..." Now she smiles, without showing her teeth. A smile of longing and pain.

Susan walks over and puts her hand on her shoulder.

"Oh, he loved that" she says and Y/n looks at the older girl, now smiling and wiping away her tears.

"Yes" she laughs. "When Ed was home, he made them spend the afternoon fighting" she smiles even more at the memory.

Peter, who now had the small sword in his hands, smiles and hands it to Y/n.

Lucy also had tears in her eyes. She was very attached to her nephew.

"Here, please keep it" Y/n hands the sword to her boyfriend and he smiles, putting it in the bag he had.

Ed kisses Y/n's head and hugs her.

Y/n always thought that if she ever returned to Narnia, she would feel a sense of pain, abandonment and regret. But now, seeing her son's object, she felt warm, happy and strong. She didn't know how to explain it well, but it made her feel better.

Even though he's not here, waiting for his mom.

The five of them started walking again. Now knowing that they were in Cair Paravel, they were looking for something. Something that could answer some questions they didn't even know they had.

"There are catapults" Edmund says and everyone looks at him. "Cair Paravel was not abandoned, it was attacked"

They are silent. Peter looks to the side and sees a door, soon approaching it.

Ed helps his brother open it, however, it was too dark inside for everyone to enter. Thus making Peter tear off a piece of his shirt to make a torch.

"Ed, are there any matches in your bag?"

"Look...I don't think so, but I have this. Will it work?" Edmund takes a torch out of his bag and smiles at his brother.

Peter rolls his eyes laughing.

"You could have told me before"

They laugh.

With Peter leading the way with the torch, the rest of the people followed him into the room.

Going down the stairs, the girls could see that they had their statues with a chest in front.

Y/n smiles and walks down the rest of the stairs happily, with Edmund right behind her.

"I still can't believe it!! It's all here" Peter says and then everyone walks to their trunk.

Y/n and Ed walked together, as their statues were next to each other.

"I was so tall" Lucy says, everyone looking at her.

They smiled.

"It's just that you were older" Susan says and Lucy smiles.

"Different from now, centuries later and young" Edmund says and everyone laughs at him, because of the war armor he wore. Too huge for his age.

Y/n slowly opens the trunk, and the first thing she sees are her dresses and her sword, which Santa Claus had given her.

"Look, intact!!" She smiles, raising the sword and they smile.

Y/n happy, leaves the sword on the floor and starts searching more, thus coming face to face with a box full of letters.

"Oh, what is this?" She asks and everyone approaches.

"They are letters"

"I don't remember writing any letters in the months before we left here," she says, and takes one in her hand.

She turns the paper over and reads what was written. Thus, he almost choked when he read his son's name.

"It's a letter from Liam...from Liam to us..." she says more quietly now, turning to Ed.

Edmund looks startling, then moving closer to his girlfriend and encouraging her to open it.

Susan and Lucy, who were nearby, moved further away to let Y/n and Edmund read the letter, but she started to read it out loud.

Dear Parents.

Liam is the one writing here, I'm 10 years old and it's been 3 years since you disappeared. We don't know exactly why you disappeared like that out of nowhere, but I hope you're doing well and I can see you again someday. Whether here, or in Aslan's country.

Lilia is taking very good care of me, and Lord Tummnus protects me even more than before. Lilia is starting to teach me how to write letters. This isn't my first, as I love sending letters to the kitchen maids. I keep asking for cookies. But this is the first time I write to you. I had this idea yesterday, when I went out riding, I'm going to start writing letters so that one day you can read them and follow my growth, perhaps from afar. I miss you so much, I wish I was curled up in mommy's arms and playing fight with dad. Maybe someday, I can have that feeling of home again. Cair Paravel is so colorless, the days don't go by and the paperwork is piling up. Maybe I should take the crown, but I'm still afraid, I'll ask Lilia what to do.

I think that's it for today, I love you.

Ps: if you can, read this letter first. I don't know how many more I can write. With love, affection and longing,

Liam Pevensie.

After Y/n read it out loud, they could hear solutions in the room.

Everyone, without exception, was crying. Especially Y/n and Edmund, who were hugging each other while the girl read.

"There, My Aslan" Y/n cries, folding the letter again and putting it in the box, which had hundreds more of them. "Thank you for making our boy write these letters" She wipes her tears. "I miss him" she looks at the Pevensies. Lucy, Peter and Susan. They had tears in their eyes. "Not a day goes by in London that I don't think about him and Narnia. I know it's hard for everyone, but for me and Ed it's been terrible." She puts the box under her arm. "We haven't told you, but we've started joining a support group. Every two weeks we go. We always say we're going to the ice cream shop, but we're going to figure it out. Sorry for being such a pain in the ass and annoying sometimes." , it's been very difficult for me" With that, Y/n's tears return again and she starts to cry.

Edmund hugs her tighter.

Susan looks at the other two brothers and nods to go to them. Thus, making a group hug between them.

"We understand Y/n, and we're sorry for Liam" Peter says, as soon as they break away from the hug.

"Okay..." She smiles and Ed kisses the top of her head.

She already knew that Liam was already dead, centuries had passed since they left, there was no way their boy was alive. But what was comforting was that Liam had been a good boy and had written hundreds of books letters for them to read.

There was something in Liam's heart that told him to do this. And he obeyed.

"Can we go outside so you can read the rest of the letters together" Susan says, pointing at Ed and Y/n.

"Yes, true" Lucy says and Peter agrees with the girls.

Ed and Y/n exchange a look and look at the brothers.

"I was thinking... We can all read it together" Y/n says, a little uncertain about this.

Susan, Lucy and Peter smile friendly, without showing their teeth.

"If that's what you want, we'd love to hear

our nephew's adventures" Peter says and Y/n smiles, relieving all the tension that had been trapped in her for a year.

"Of course" Ed replies smiling.

The five kings and queens from the past sit in a circle and Y/n opens the box, making Ed take out the various cards.

"It says..." he reads on the back of the letter. "For Aunt Lucy" Edmund smiles at Lucy and the girl looks up.

"Oh...can I read it?" She says and Ed nods and hands over the letter.

Lucy reads out loud, making everyone pay attention.

Liam had also written letters to his other uncles, making them read them out loud too.

"Would Aslan accept me taking these letters with me?" Y/n whispers to Ed, while Peter read his letter out loud.

"If you ask nicely, he might consider it" Edmund jokes, making Y/n smile. "I love you. I love you and our boy."

"I love you. You and our boy too"

Author: My God, I loved this. I cried, but I loved😫

[lightvixxen]

Idk if you’re open for it butttttt: ronance x reader fun sleepover night turns a lil spicy? (If not ronance then I’m thinking Nancy)

I’m talking movie night, nail painting, magazine reading and maybe scary movie watching? Orrrr a rom com that has a kiss between two ladies and ronance/nancy & reader get curious 👀

JUST A THOUGHT OK BYE (my Robin fic has me in a sapphic mood lololol)

UGH I LOVE RONANCE SO MUCH

warnings: Robin and Nancy are in an established relationship, teasinggg, I don't really like how this turned out ngl

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It was the typical girl's night, you were planning to watch a horror movie but Nancy had decided on some Romcom. Robin took the floor and sat in front of you, while Nancy took the spot next to you on the couch.

You were hardly paying attention to the movie, too focused on the presence of the two girls next to you. Fantasies of the two of them ran loose in your head. You felt guilty about what you were feeling, not only were they your closest friends but they were also together! You tried to ignore it the best you could, even when Robin's head was pressed against your legs from where she was sitting.

Shaking the thought of her pulling your legs apart from your mind you tried to concentrate on the movie instead of your friends. Which seemed to be the worst possible idea at that moment.

Two of the female leads were locked in a heated makeout session, most likely a dare from their guy friends based off of the scene. But your brain took that and ran with it. You could feel your body run hot at the idea of making out with Robin or Nancy while the other watched, or watching them make out, both were good options in your opinion.

You always did wonder what kissing a girl felt like, and before you could stop the thought fell out of your mouth.

"Hey, guys...What's it like, you know, kissing a girl?" Both Nancy and Robin turned their heads to you, then they looked at each other, nodded, and then looked back at you.

Robin spoke up first, "You wanna find out?" She had a teasing smirk, Nancy turned her full body towards you, Robin following and sitting on her knees in front of you.

"Cause we don't mind stating your curiosity." Nancy had gotten impossibly closer, you could feel her breath on your neck as she spoke. "Just say who you want to kiss..." You were at a loss for words, surely you had fallen asleep, that this was just a dream, a figment of your imagination.

Pinching yourself you concluded that this was, in fact, real.

Your eyes darted between the two girls, and you couldn't decide, You had fantasized about Robin the longest but Nancy's lips looked so plush and soft, You couldn't decide.

"It...it doesn't really matter to me who I kiss so..." You didn't even sound like yourself, you were so quiet. They looked at each other again before smirking. Robin stood up, lifting your head up with two fingers under your chin to look at her, then her lips were on yours.

The kiss was anything but chaste, You gasped and she slipped her tongue into your mouth. She had an advantage from where she had you, she had practically complete control of the kiss, you moaned softly when her fingers made their way into your hair. And she smiled into the kiss at the new information, pocketing it away for later.

"Alright you two, c'mon my turn," Nancy pushed Robin's shoulder lightly and Robin pulled away, and you only got a few seconds of air before Nancy was grabbing your chin and turning your face towards her, Kissing you, she was lot more gentle than Robin was, Her hand cupped your face, while the other found placement on your shoulder.

You gasped when you felt another pair of hands, Robin, behind you, Her hands traveling down to grasp your breasts.

"If you want we can show you what everything else you're curious about feels like with a woman..."

Needless to say...you had two girlfriends by the end of the night.

[creative-mind-write]

Cuddles

This is how I think the Metkayina Characters would cuddle.

Tsireya

I think she is a big cuddler. On warmer days she would face her partner with their foreheads together and arms and legs mixed together. On cooler days I see her laying on top of her partner but her legs are tucked up so she’s in an egg-like position. She is such a cutie!

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"Hello, my love." you greet with open arms. "How was your day?"

"It was wonderful." she answers, sinking comfortably into your arms. "I love watching the kids when they succeed in riding the ilu. How about you?"

"It was relaxing. I finished a bracelet for my mom." you tell her. "Now I can spend time with the best girl on Pandora."

You both spend the next couple hours swimming on a hammock, cuddling and just enjoying the warmth of one another.

Ao’nung

I don’t think he’s a big cuddler, definitely something that would be a progressive thing. If you’re in public he will sit shoulder to shoulder but nothing more. At home he is more relaxed. He will lay on his back and hold your curled up form next to him. He’s gotta keep that tough guy act.

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It was just before eclipse when you went to you and Ao'nung's secret spot. It was an air pocket deep in an underwater cave. Ao'nung was already there, waiting for you as he sat crouched close to the water.

"Were you followed?" Ao'nung asks.

"Hello to you too." you smile hoisting yourself on the edge. "You know I wasn't followed.

"Good. Now I can finally do his." he smirks before tackling you.

Your pined on the ground face littered with his kisses. Both of you just hold each other in the bioluminescent talking and cuddling until it was time to return home. Until tomorrow night when you could do it all over again.

Rotxo

Another cuddle fan. He wants you to baby him and has no shame in his game. If you’re on the beach his head will be in your lap. PLAY WITH HIS HAIR! He is definitely a little spoon. Such a sweet angel please protect the baby boy.

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You were on the beach with Tsireya repairing some saddled when Rotxo flopped next to you.

"How was training?" you ask him, moving your work off your lap.

"I'm exhausted." he sighs putting his head in your lap. "I think the chief went extra hard on us today."

"Well now you can relax while Reya and I finish our work." You smile. You run your hand in his hair for a few minutes until he fell asleep. before resuming you work. "Lo'ak must be coming soon then if training was hard."

"I hope so." Reya giggles. "I've missed him."

Ronal and Tonowari

I love them so much. They are always having cuddle sessions when they finally go home to teach others. Being the leaders of an entire clan and their well being is a lot of work. They don’t have a specific position they go to, they just wanna hold each other. No matter what Tonowari has a hand on Ronal’s stomach.

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Ronal and Tonowari had a long day apart. Tonowari had a meeting with Jake Sully so they can prepare for the coming war with the sky people. Then he had to oversee the training of young warriors. Ronal was busy training Tsireya, Kiri, AND Neytiri on the way of the Tsahik. And with the baby soon coming she could barely keep her eyes open.

"Hello," Ronal yawns when she sees Tonowari enter.

"Hello Ma'Ronal." Tonowari smiles as he lays next to his mate.

"Sorry, I'm very tired." she says. "I don't think I can stay up and talk."

"Then rest, yawnetu." he tells her. Then Tonowari gets into a comfortable position huddled next to Ronal and places a hand on her stomach. "As long as you are near I am the happiest man alive."

Taglist: @shit-i-say-shit-i-think / @im-in-a-pansexual-panik / @heart-an0n

[hellobunny044]

Panels. | Series

panel. in manga art, panels refers to the frame that wraps around one moment in time.

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an original Haikyu AU pairing Udai Tenma (the og little giant)

warning!!: containing some manga content.

word count: 6635

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Sasaki Tsubasa….

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Nine years ago, Miyagi Prefecture

Udai was never good at interacting due to his shy and introverted personality. A few other weaknesses that he had also come to accept.

Udai Tenma was a name that would be called in the classroom and some students would turn their heads to look for who the heck is Udai Tenma with quiet whispers under their breath. When the one sitting in the corner of the classroom raised his head from the desk with his hand raised in answer to the call, they would remember him as the quiet volleyball player or the number 10 of the volleyball club.

In class, when there was no practice, he would spend his time sleeping or drawing. Drawing volleyball doodles on the edges of his textbooks was a hidden hobby when the class became boring, or somehow he also usually ended up escaping to the gymnasium to sleep there.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that other than the people in his class whom he also didn’t know very well, and also the people from the volleyball team, Udai didn’t have any friends to talk to.

One day, on a peaceful day when he was asleep at his desk, someone woke him up and said that there was a beautiful girl waiting for him in front of the class. Then the whispers had become about that the quiet volleyball player had a girlfriend that was one of the members of the girls’ volleyball club.

That wasn’t his girlfriend, but Udai had neither the desire nor the time to explain anything to anyone.

He carried himself through the crowd with ease without regard to the whispers that his ears clearly picked up.

The days at the school passed by just like any other day that started with morning practice, classes, then ended with afternoon practice and individual practice.

Today ended, and tomorrow would come to an end and be replaced by a new day the next day.

Udai’s day consistently continued with a jog early in the morning, school, morning practice, class, and then ended with the club’s afternoon practice session.

Today, as always, Udai’s day would spin out like any other day. Just like that, everything went according to plan except for one thing.

The supposedly quiet time when he returned from the club’s morning practice and walked out of his locker after retrieving his shoes and uniform, became quite noisy with the hurried footsteps of someone, literally running.

Not only that, there were also a few words that accompanied each of those rapid strides, as if counting how much regret in every second missed because of the person’s own carelessness.

Udai wouldn’t care.

He walked out of the lockers’ corridor while casually opening his bag and taking something out when his world was suddenly about how his bag, phone, uniform, and shoes fell down along with some things he didn’t recognize—and someone he didn’t recognize—who was strong enough not to fall down after bumping into him.

His eyes caught how the person who bumped into him apologized in almost an exclaiming manner as she bent herself before him. Uncomfortable, Udai bowed back before he ducked down to grab his belongings scattered on the floor.

The apology flowed smoothly from the person’s mouth like running water, making it lose its meaning. Udai felt it was convenient, a waste of time.

In his head he said I already understand that, so please stop saying that. However, his mouth didn’t move to say anything.

Near his uniform, there was a small pink notebook that was clearly not his. Udai grabbed it and gave it to the person who was also still busy organizing her belongings. It was the last one.

“Oh? There it is.”

The person looked up after confirming that the pink book he handed was hers. Her brown eyes relieved. There was a shadow of a smile in her gaze.

There wasn’t anything about that person, not yet.

“Tha—”

As if remembering the most crucial thing in her life, that person decided to cut herself off from the politeness Udai expected rather than all her meaningless, expired apologies.

“Crap!”

She forcibly pulled the pink book from Udai’s hand and immediately excused herself. For a moment, Udai believed that that person—that girl—would bump into someone else in another corridor.

He spared some time looking over his shoulder.

Udai didn’t care anymore after that. Not until something brought the two of them back together again after that.

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Here, in the present day, Sasaki Tsubasa whom Udai first met on that day, nine years ago, was standing before him.

This looked like the last panel of a manga volume, where two people from an unfinished story were reunited at the most unexpected time. For a moment, just a fleeting thought, Udai wanted this to really be the last panel of a manga and stop everything. But alas, her words connected everything, making this a panel that started a new volume.

“You’re... Udai-san, right? Udai Tenma-san. Right?”

Udai swallowed, swallowing all the feelings that came together in this unexpected encounter, trying to stem them with a little courage to open his voice.

“Sasaki?”

Sasaki Tsubasa, the one who is staring at him with a glimmer of newly flushed pleasure in her eyes. Her smile amused. Her eyes warm. Steadily, not awkward like him, she helped herself to face him properly.

“Oh. It’s really you, Udai-san.”

The time her smile bloomed, his world that once was a black and white panel, turned colorful. Just like when cherry blossoms bloomed during the first day of spring, she was there to color everything again.

“Thankfully, I didn’t get the wrong person.”

“Hmmm.”

Of all the people from the past who could appear before him at this very moment, Sasaki Tsubasa was the first person he didn’t want to meet.

No, it’s not like that. It’s not about any facts that Sasaki Tsubasa is the bad person in his terms. She was the presence that was the very last touch of the warmth of spring in his youth, a presence that he still couldn’t forget, and because of that, she was the first person he didn’t want to meet.

Even though he felt that way, Udai didn’t refuse Sasaki Tsubasa’s invitation when she suggested that they should have a talk. He couldn’t.

Udai felt like time was frozen and everything was happening in slow motion.

Before him, nine years after their first encounter, Sasaki Tsubasa was sitting, sipping the hot coffee she had ordered. That was the first.

The second was, that when they ended up like this, the conversation started. The chance to interact with each other after nine years came. But this time, Udai hesitated about whether or not he should grasp the chance. But as it turned out, settling for indecision wasn’t very helpful either:

“It’s been a while... right?”

Her voice gently swept across her ears. Ringing like the waves on the shore. Her gaze warm like the atmosphere of spring. The smile she curved at him was thin yet warm, like a friendly welcome after all.

“Hmm.”

“I guess… it has been seven or eight years ago, right?”

Their gazes met.

“The last time.”

“Hmmm.”

Udai struggled to find something to reply to her. It felt like he had nothing appropriate to say after not being able to see her since the last time.

“Are you doing well?”

“Hmmm.”

“Glad to hear that.”

“Hmmm.”

Before her, Sasaki Tsubasa smiled.

“Udai-san, are you mute?”

“Hm?”

Tsubasa’s words were preceded by a light chuckle, “You’ve been only saying some hms.”

It was only then that it dawned on him that he hadn’t even said a word and made her look like she was the only one working hard to keep the conversation alive.

“Don’t worry. I was just kidding.”

Her eyes didn’t leave him until the last second before she sipped her coffee.

Udai followed everything. Under her breath, she praised the deliciousness of her chosen coffee while staring at her cup then back up for another sip.

“It’s been... a while, Sasaki.”

Udai finally had the courage to say something after she put her cup back. He felt that if in this encounter, this awkwardness enveloped the atmosphere excessively, then the biggest share would be on him, and later he would not be able to forgive himself if he had to make Sasaki Tsubasa driven away by that awkwardness.

Sasaki Tsubasa’s gaze shifted on him. This time she smiled a little wider.

“Yeah. Time has flown by really fast in the eight years since we last met.”

Udai wanted to ignore that. “Yeah. You’re right.”

“As you said, you’re doing well. I know well enough. You were quite successful with the Zombie Knight Zomb'ish.”

“Well, there you have it. I worked hard.”

“Yeah, right?”

Sasaki Tsubasa smiled and something in Udai’s chest tightened.

Udai’s first attempt to break the ice between them failed. The awkwardness returned. However, unlike him, dead set on this encounter, Sasaki Tsubasa was good at leading them to a way out.

“Got some business around here, Udai-san?”

Udai nodded almost immediately.

“Yes. Um....”

His head worked three times slower, trailing over several things that could befitting as a proper answer.

Fansign. The launch of the 22nd volume special edition of Zombie Knight Zomb'ish. A lunch with his editor and the rest of the team.

“Just like that.”

Udai didn’t have anything good to say about anything, hanging on with a makeshift answer that was not even worthy of a reasonable response. Uncharacteristic. Embarrassing.

He watched Sasaki Tsubasa cautiously, afraid that she might caught him red-handed for being this helpless.

This time, his brain worked faster in findinh something to say, though, he quickly regretted it later.

“What about you?”

“Ah… Just a walk. Spending some time with lunch and a little shopping.”

Udai’s gaze shifted to the paper bag resting on the other side of the sofa where Sasaki Tsubasa sat.

He nodded. When he accidentally returned directly to her eyes, Udai immediately switched to staring at something safer while clearing his throat.

“Well... Are you... alone?”

Huh?

Impoliteness in the first encounter after quite a while was definitely not something he should display.

Udai returned to Sasaki Tsubasa’s eyes that were studying him from earlier when he looked away. He was very bad at this and deeply regretted that what came was worse than what he had expected.

“It’s not— what I meant was— I didn’t mean to—”

“Yes. I was alone.”

Udai stopped. Her voice was able to bring calm into his world that had been momentarily quite chaotic since his second attempt failed. His eyes went down to the pair of eyes staring at him kindly on the other side of the table.

“It’s not that you’ve seen me with anyone since I bumped into you.”

“Oh, right.”

He felt pain when what greeted him was her smile that felt so warm, reawakening his greed to grasp it.

“And you?”

Udai nodded. Clearing his throat before answering. “As you can see.”

Sasaki Tsubasa hummed in response while slowly nodding. Her gaze shifted to something else, stopping on the juice that sat untouched before Udai and smiling.

“A juice, huh?”

Sasaki Tsubasa met his eyes, “Why? Isn’t this a cafe?”

Udai stared at his juice before he returned for a response. “I don’t drink coffee.”

“Oh? Really?”

Udai nodded.

“But why?”

The concerned tone of her question made Udai almost laugh, tickled by the fact that perhaps she felt that a grown man, twenty-six years above what he was worth, seemed to be afraid of the bitter taste that coffee offered.

“I do suppress my coffee dose as much as possible other than when working.”

Sasaki Tsubasa nodded at his explanation.

“Oh. My bad.”

Udai shook his head. “No problem.”

Sasaki Tsubasa nodded. “Is making manga difficult?”

To his question, Udai had many answers.

First: yes. It’s hard. Especially when you have problems making up for your own deadlines.

Second: yes. Very difficult. Especially when you’re a manga artist who has to deal with Akaashi always-demanding-the-best-things-you-can-do-as-a-manga-artist-on-every-volume Keiji-san.

Third: yes. Very very difficult. Especially on those nights where he has consumed enough doses of coffee to stay awake but his brain still won’t cooperate to come up with the one best plot that will preserve his dignity in front of his strict editor and the publication house.

Fourth: yes. Unbelievably difficult. Especially at those times where his brain was being showered with brilliant ideas, but he was running out of chips and his frozen brain was forcing him to stay put and do nothing until Akaashi sent a message to remind him of his deadline. And there was actually a lot more he wanted to say to that question. It was just that he didn’t dare to say anything out of line.

“Just like that.”

Sasaki Tsubasa looked at Udai with a warm smile. “You really hung in there for quite a while.”

Udai did not realize that he was rolling a faint smile at her statement. “Yes. I sure am.”

The conversation in this encounter then lost its direction. The atmosphere was again filled with silence. Udai felt that he really sucked at conversations, realizing that his weakness had grown bigger than he could control.

Udai didn’t miss that after the silence returned to embrace them, Sasaki Tsubasa decided to accept it as a pause to take a sip of her coffee.

Only then did their awkward conversation resume.

“Do you live around here, Udai-san?”

Udai immediately replied, “Hmm.”

He regretted to death that he ended up going back to that annoying answer instead of choosing something more proper like yes or yes, it’s close enough from here.

After that, there was silence that joined them. Udai quickly looked down and drank his juice. Suddenly, the taste of the orange juice was no longer so sweet as in the first sip, mixed with guilt.

“Just now I saw something so crowded on the ground floor, near the bookstore—”

Sasaki Tsubasa was talking; something Udai was looking forward to out of all the things he might be comfortable enough to talk about with her. However, the ringing of her phone cut her off.

Her eyes swept over him for a moment before she answered the call, excusing herself politely.

“A moment.”

While waiting for Sasaki Tsubasa taking call—from anyone who made her smile after seeing the name on the screen—Udai decided to take another sip of his juice.

“Hai, moshi moshi?”

Udai briefly glanced at Sasaki Tsubasa and caught that she was smiling at something the person on the other end of the line said. “Oh? Already?”

Then she turned, searched, and greeted someone on the entrance while holding a cell phone to his ear. It was a man. A tall man with blonde hair, and looking ten times more neat and cool than what was sitting before her.

Just as he expected, Sasaki Tsubasa raised her hand to the man. A smile spread across her face as she welcomed him. Friendly. Friendlier and warmer than what he had gotten some time before.

“You’re really fast.”

“Hm. I just didn’t want to be nagged.”

Sasaki Tsubasa chuckled warmly at the man’s response. For a moment, Udai felt excluded from her world. In a world where he could only be a spectator to the warm and familiar interactions between Sasaki Tsubasa and the man who made her more comfortable.

“Did you fly?”

Udai did not miss that she chuckled, or almost laughing amusedly, before her hand kindly patted the back of the man who was still comfortably standing next to the chair where she was sitting.

“For you, I can fly or teleport.”

“What the heck is wrong with you these days?”

Her brow furrowed. The soft laughter that came afterwards was amused, returned with a friendly smile by the man. His eyes traveled to something that was with Sasaki Tsubasa beside her.

“Is that all?”

“Hmm.”

The man’s hand reached for the paper bag and peered inside. A sigh slipped past his lips, his eyes shifted to Sasaki Tsubasa who was staring at him innocently.

“Why?”

“Did you really come all the way here on the weekend for all this stuff?”

“Hmm.”

“I really just can’t with you.”

Sasaki Tsubasa’s brow furrowed at that statement, but she let him take the paper bag.

“Why?”

“Please grow up, Sasaki.”

With half a heart, Sasaki Tsubasa threw a soft fist at the man’s arm. Her expression was half-fierce as she said, “You just won’t budge and listen to me. I told you to read this. This is really good, you know.”

“There, there. We have to—”

The man stopped himself, realizing that besides them, there was another (almost) forgotten presence.

His gaze was now fixed on another man—clearly unfamiliar—who was occupying the seat on the other side of the table, busy looking down while diligently sipping on his orange juice as if it was a task he had to complete like a game quest to level up. Udai.

Sasaki Tsubasa also realized that she had momentarily forgotten and excluded Udai since the man came.

When her gaze met the man’s, in a low whisper, the man asked about Udai.

“Ah—”

Sasaki Tsubasa smiled, forgetting that the first thing she should have done was to bridge the estrangement between the two people she was with by introducing them to each other.

After that, the first one she called out to was Udai.

“Udai-san?”

Udai, who was diligently sipping his juice, raised his head, finished it in one last straw and then straightened up. His gaze traced the two faces across the table in turn and returned to Sasaki Tsubasa, comfortable looking at her rather than someone he was unfamiliar with beside her.

Sasaki Tsubasa’s hand gestured politely to the man standing next to her chair, still having no intention of sitting down in the vacant spot next to her after the familiarity that had become common knowledge. “This is Hatakeyama Jiro.”

Sasaki Tsubasa’s gaze shifted to the blonde man named Hatakeyama Jiroz

“Hatakeyama, this is Udai-san.”

Hatakeyama Jiro waited for Sasaki Tsubasa’s next words, and so did Udai.

In his head, Udai anticipated how she would introduce him to this man. Would this introduction be titled like he was someone from my past, or something else that might be more specific...

“He was my senpai back in high school.”

“Oh? I see.”

“Hmm.”

“One moment. High school... I forgot the name of the high school you went to…”

“It’s Karasuno.”

“Ah! That’s right. Karasuno High School of Miyagi Prefecture, right?”

Hatakeyama Jiro immediately nodded. His gaze turned to Udai. A smile on his face, he approached and extended his hand to Udai who stared at his hand for a long time.

“I’m Hatakeyama Jiro, Itachiyama graduate.”

Udai was almost shocked at the fact that he almost froze when the man Hatakeyama Jiro extended his hand. Realizing that he looked stupid, pathetic, and impolite, Udai quickly accepted the extended hand. He shook the man’s hand and rolled up a smile, immediately hiding the oddness that churning inside his chest.

“Nice to meet you.” Hatakeyama Jiro’s voice was friendly to him, coupled with a genuine smile.

“It’s very nice to meet you, too.”

After their handshake ended, Hatakeyama Jiro asked Udai another question.

“What year did you graduate from Karasuno, Udai-san?”

Udai had opened his mouth, about to answer the question. However, Sasaki Tsubasa had preceded him to answer.

“2010.”

“Oh?” Hatakeyama Jiro’s gaze returned to Sasaki Tsubasa. “Exactly a year above you.”

Sasaki Tsubasa chuckled, “Of course. I told you he was a Senpai.”

“Really? Then I’ve missed it. Sorry.”

Sasaki Tsubasa sighed, “You grow up, Hatakeyama.”

Having said that, Sasaki Tsubasa chose to exclude herself from what Udai and Hatakeyama Jiro were talking about right after.

“Are you alone, Udai-san?" The question came from Hatakeyama Jiro to Udai.

“Yes.”

“Oh.” The blonde pointed at Sasaki Tsubasa, “I came to pick her up.”

“Oh.” Udai swept his gaze to Sasaki Tsubasa who was busy organizing her belongings, preparing to leave with the man who came to pick her up.

“You seem to know Sasaki quite well,”

Udai did not expect that question to come to him.

“Back in school, were you guys pretty close?”

“Huh?”

“Ah right, what I mean is, for an upperclassman and an underclassman to comfortably have a coffee with each other like this, were you close enough? Are you two used to be in the same club?”

“Huh? Not really.”

“Then... Does Sasaki used to be some kind of evil underclassman who always picked on his upperclassman?”

“Not at all.”

“Oh? Then, you guys are pretty close as an upperclassman and an underclassman.”

“I’m done.”

Hatakeyama Jiro returned to Sasaki Tsubasa. “Oh? Okay.” His hand reached for the paper bag before Sasaki Tsubasa was able to.

Sasaki Tsubasa smiled and said, “As always, thank you, Hatakeyama-san.”

“If you’re really that grateful of me, please grow up.”

Sasaki Tsubasa chuckled. Her hand drifted to pat Hatakeyama Jiro’s shoulder gently, more warm than friendly. After that, only then did her gaze turn to Udai.

“Udai-san?”

Udai replied, “Hm?”

Sasaki Tsubasa smiled, “Thank you for accepting my offer to have coffee.”

“It’s no problem.” Udai hoped that he didn’t actually say that and sound like the jerk that he is.

“Then, I’ll get going.”

“Hmm.”

“Once again, thank you very much, Udai-san.”

“Anytime.”

Sasaki Tsubasa smiled at him, warmly. The warmth in her smile made his chest feel as if it was crushed with a large amount of hot soil that someone had stuffed into his chest. The warmth of her smile seemed to welcome his hand that selfishly reached out for her. Her eyes also warm, whispering that their unfinished past could be reopened.

“Take a good care of yourself and your health, Udai-san. I hope we can meet again next time.”

Udai had never felt failure or despair when he met his deadline when there was nothing in his head that he could pour out to form the panels that would fill the blank sheets of a new volume he had to hand in in no time. Right now, however, that despair came to hold him tightly, leaving him bereft of any better response than a meaningless hum. Remaining the heartless man that he is.

The world protected Sasaki Tsubasa from Udai by not letting their story end. Time opened a branch where Sasaki Tsubasa would flow into a new story that was better than all the disappointments Udai had scratched into her heart, for her escape from the unpleasant ending of their past. Fate had arranged that they would not be finished, so Sasaki Tsubasa would be anchored to someone else. Someone a thousand times better than Udai.

To suggest that they would meet again one day after this, was a lie she should never have told.

Udai, however, felt guilty that ever since that day, he had been leaning on the hope of another encounter other than something as unplanned.

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“Are?”

Sasaki Tsubasa, just realized that her phone was missing this morning after she was busy checking the entire space in her bag to the point of spilling everything on the table.

“Where did I put it…”

Sasaki searched in all possible places. Her bag drawer, her desk drawer, between the sheets of her books, in her pencil case, her shirt and jacket pockets, only to come to the conclusion that her phone was indeed missing.

She broke into the desk, startling the few girls sitting at the tables around.

“What’s wrong, Sasaki?” A girl with glasses asked.

Sasaki turned with a panicked look, “What am I supposed to do now?”

The girl frowned, “What is it?”

“I couldn’t find my phone.”

“Hm?”

Sasaki shook her head, “It’s nowhere here. Not anywhere in my bag or in the drawers.”

“Where did you put it last time?”

“I held it and put it in my bag—”

Sasaki paused.

The accident happened this morning in the corridor when she bumped into someone replaying in her head. She replayed what happened in a slower simulation in her head and began to notice what she had missed. After remembering that she had never put her cell phone in her bag after that, Sasaki immediately ran out of her classroom, ignoring a voice that followed her steps to the front of the classroom, reacting with confusion and worry to what had happened.

Sasaki led herself down the stairs, returning back to the corridor where she had collided with someone she never met before.

When she got there, there was a large crowd of students who were mostly people she didn’t recognize at all, big in stature, body, and overall. In short, the senpai.

Sasaki didn’t retreat immediately, she made her way through the bustling crowd with the various things they were talking about without a care in the world, focusing only on something she might find scattering in a corner of the floor nearby.

“Who is that Udai Tenma?”

“That one. He’s from class 2-3. That little volleyball player. The so-called ace of our school’s volleyball club.”

“Ah! So he’s Udai Tenma?”

“Who else?”

“I never knew that his name was Udai Tenma.”

Sasaki had gone down almost every possible avenue where her cell phone would be stranded, and had even resigned herself to the fact that with the crowded corridor as those senpai passed by it might be trampled, only to return to class empty-handed.

Limply, she returned to her seat while dropping her head on her bag in resignation. Mumbling and declaring her negligence and carelessness today.

“What’s wrong, Sasaki?”

A girl approached, immediately sitting on the empty bench in front of her chair.

Sasaki turned and said resignedly, “I really lost my cell phone.”

“Heee? Really? How come?”

“I dropped it this morning. Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“Then maybe someone stepped on it and threw it in the trash can! Ah! What am I gonna do about this, Matsuda?”

Sasaki straightened her body and whined to the girl sitting before her.

“Oh... Sasaki, stop whining! You’re overreacting!”

The girl, Matsuda, took something out of her pocket. A phone, pink colored, was given to Sasaki. “Use this and call your phone.”

Sasaki was brightened up, her eyes literally sparkling with hope. Then her negative thoughts again embraced her tightly when she said, “But, how will someone pick it up if it’s really in the trash can?”

Matsuda sighed, “Sasaki, you haven’t even tried to do anything with it. Just try calling your cell phone first. It could be that someone is taking good care of it.”

Sasaki looked at Matsuda doubtfully, “You think so?”

“I’m just saying, if you don’t try then you won’t know.”

“Then, if it really is in the trash can?”

“You just need to dissect all the trash cans in the whole school.”

“Matsuda!”

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Meanwhile, the club room of the boys’ volleyball club of Karasuno High School was already crowded with underclassmen coming first to get ready and prepare the gym before the upperclassmen arrived.

The awaited upperclassmen arrived one by one, starting from several second year players, then the captain and the senior players in the third year who were casually but politely greeted by the underclassmen who rushed out to prepare the gym before the afternoon practice began.

“Udai-kun!”

Before Udai reached the boys volleyball team’s club room on the second floor, someone stopped him, half-running up to him. Udai paused and waited for him, greeting when he caught up with him.

The blonde haired man who was much taller than Udai was Tsukishima Akiteru, one of the third year team members.

They walked hand in hand to the locker room, greeting and returning the greetings that came to them as they entered.

Udai went to his locker and took off his uniform and changed into more appropriate training clothes. Instead of a short white t-shirt, Udai chose to wear a black long-sleeved shirt that gave shape to his small body that had healthy muscles.

“Oh! Udai looks so cool in a different shirt from the whole team!” One of the third year teased Udai.

“His arm muscles aren’t bad. It’s kind of cool there, Udai!”

“I think he’s taking extra training outside of the team’s exercising schedule. Right, Udai?”

“Right.”

Udai replied without second thought, not really interested in joining in the chatter of his seniors.

“Oi, cheer up a bit! You’re the ace, right?”

“Well, then. I’ll keep my good spirits up on the court during practice.”

“Oooh!”

“As expected from the ace himself!”

“Way to go, Udai-san!”

The upperclassmen began to riot and Udai sighed.

“Hurry up and move all of your asses, the team’s practice is about to begin.”

The captain’s voice rang out, commanding the members to prepare immediately.

“Udai, Tsukishima, be sure to catch up soon!”

Udai turned his head and nodded, “Alright.”

After the captain left the club room, the remaining third years and a few second years followed immediately with chatter such as:

“Kawada-san is always in good spirits as usual.”

“Acts of a true captain.”

“Always like that.”

The club room door closed leaving Udai and Tsukishima Akiteru who were also still preparing some things.

Udai folded his uniform and quickly stuffed it into a bag, exchanging it for a pair of knee pads.

There Udai was, staring at his bag when he noticed two similar cell phones in the place where he had pulled out his knee pads.

His brow furrowed, scrutinizing them closely. One of them was no doubt his cell phone.

Putting down his uniform and knee pads, he grabbed the two similarly looking phones and stared at them in turn. Simultaneously, he opened them both. Everything was exactly the same. The color, the type, and size, even the default wallpaper used was also coincidentally the same. The only difference was the amount of battery on both devices.

Udai checked the phone he remembered should be his by looking at the call log. Once he was sure it was his cell phone, he moved on to the other one. With a rather curious and puzzled look, Udai examined the cell phone more diligently.

“Udai-kun?”

Tsukishima Akiteru had just called out.

Udai turned to the blonde haired boy who was watching him.

“What are you doing? You’re going to be late for afternoon practice.”

“Ah, right.”

Deciding that afternoon practice was first of all important for now, Udai quickly tidied up the remaining of his belongings, including the unfamiliar phone that had somehow ended up in his bag. For a moment, Udai wondered if it was an unfunny prank from his classmates or something perhaps even stranger or unfunnier.

Closing his locker, Udai was ready to leave the club room when from his locker came a very audible ring that almost made him fall over in surprise.

He turned and carefully checked his locker again. The sound was coming from his bag, but it was clear that his cell phone would not ring.

When he opened his bag, it was true that the one ringing was the other phone. Matsuda Aihara’s name was on the screen, a very unfamiliar name.

Udai answered the call after almost thinking of all the possibilities that might happen.

The first thing he heard was a cry of relief that almost deafened his ears after he greeted the person on the other end. The girl, who was the owner of the phone, stated that she had lost it somewhere and promised to meet Udai at the school gate after the last class ended.

Udai soon followed to the gymnasium to join the afternoon training session, soon joining the others who were stretching with their captain as the leader.

During the break, Udai turned to look at the broken clock on the wall. He turned to someone beside him.

“Kikuta,”

“What?”

“What time is it?”

“Five.”

Udai shifted his gaze toward the gymnasium entrance where two people from the first year had just run out.

“What’s wrong, Udai?”

“Nothing.”

The previous call with the phone’s owner ended with Udai deciding that he would catch up as much as he could as he had afternoon club’s activity, and then the owner of the phone agreed to wait for him after he’s done with everything.

Although he wanted to train more than anything, he would still feel guilty if he made someone wait too long for him. Moreover, he was currently talking about a girl who would wait until he finished at seven or eight in the evening.

Udai put his bottle on the bench and went to the captain and coach to ask permission to use the restroom for a while.

“Why? Is your stomach hurt?” The captain asked in an amused tone.

“Yes. Just like that.”

“What did you eat last night?”

“I ate too much curry.” Udai replied simply, lying.

“Oh, it’s going to be so stinky! Hurry up and leave.”

“Thank you.”

Immediately excluding himself from the training ground, Udai half-ran towards the locker room, took out a phone from his bag and brought it with him to the gate.

There were no longer as many people there as he had expected, except for a girl who would be the owner of the phone he had brought with him.

“Phone?”

The brown haired girl who waited patiently at the gate, immediately turned to greet Udai’s voice. She was confronted by Udai who showed her a red cell phone, with a frown that gradually wrinkled at the memory that was brought back to him after they met.

Sasaki Tsubasa, the brunette girl, had the same reaction to the memories that came back to her.

They had met.

This morning. In the corridor.

That collision.

It was then that Udai started to think of all the possibilities to solve how the cell phone in his hand could ever end up in his bag from the morning until a few hours before through the collision that occurred between them in front of the corridor hallway.

“Ah! It turns out that my phone is with you! Thank you and sorry for the trouble!”

Sasaki caught up with Udai at a half run, welcoming her cell phone with a beaming face.

“Thank you so much for keeping this phone so well.”

“No. I didn’t intend to keep it.”

“Eh?”

Udai’s gaze shifted to the red phone as he said, “It was suddenly in my bag before I knew it.”

Sasaki stared confusedly, not understanding what he was talking about.

“It’s weird. I’m also trying to digest all the possibilities of how your cell phone could have ended up in my bag before I knew it. That doesn’t really matter either.”

“A-ah… Yes. Right.”

Sasaki blinked innocently after seeing how Udai immediately excluded himself after that. Awkwardly, Sasaki bowed her head and once again thanked Udai who half ran out of the gate.

When Udai returned to the gymnasium, a few second years immediately greeted him with teases such as, “Heya! How’s the ace and his stomach doing?”

“Are they both doing well?”

“That’s a warning not to love curry too much, Udai-kun!”

“Did you take it all the way out?”

“Hm.”

“You obviously don’t want to fart while we’re practicing!” One of his teammates giggled after making his point.

Udai was not bothered as he said, “I won’t.”

“Next, Spike practice!”

Kawada’s voice, their captain, echoed out to command the proceedings of their afternoon practice.

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It was over nine o’clock when Udai checked his phone as he towel dried his hair. His brow furrowed when he saw some unfamiliar names on his cell phone that he had just taken out of his bag after a while.

Stupid Face Kanoka. (2)

Mom. (5)

Stupid Face Kanoka. (15)

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Matsuda: How is it Sasaki? Did you finally get your phone back?

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Mori: Did you get a group for Japanese literature? Aizawa asked me if you wanted to join our group

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Udai blinked. Realizing that it was his stupidity that now, his cell phone was switched with whoever the girl who was friends with these girl Matsuda and Mori was.

He sighed. Cursing himself for his ingrained stupidity. About to type in his own number on the dial buttons, Udai stopped when a familiar number called the unfamiliar phone with him.

Knowing that it must be the owner of this very phone who used his phone number calling him, Udai immediately picked up the call.

“Moshi moshi, this is Udai Tenma. Sorry, I may have returned the wrong phone.”

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“Ah, yes. I called several times beforehand to confirm that I might have received the wrong phone."

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“Yes. Coincidentally our phones are the same, so I might be confused for a moment on how to tell the difference. I’ll return your phone tomorrow morning at the gate.”

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“Oh. That’s all right. Thank you very much.”

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“…. Also, I apologize if I’m being rude, first of all.”

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“Eh?”

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“It seems that you should contact someone called Mori and Matsuda. They sent a message that seems important. Also, someone by the name of Stupid Face Kanoka called fifteen times last time.” Udai wrapped it up with, “In that case, I’ll see you tomorrow morning at the gate.”

And so it was that tomorrow morning Udai ended up meeting Sasaki, the owner of the phone at the gate.

“Good morning, Udai Tenma-kun. Sorry for the trouble.” Sasaki bowed in greeting to Udai who stopped and held out his cell phone to him.

“It’s nothing. I’m the one at fault for bringing the wrong cell phone to you.” Udai responded.

After they exchanged phones, this time, both of them made sure that they received the right phone.

“This is my cell phone.” Sasaki confirmed it first.

“Here too.” Udai followed shortly after.

Sasaki smiled at Udai while nodding. She paused for a moment before saying something else, “I never saw you before. You’re a first year, right?”

Udai answered without missing a beat, “Second year.”

“Eeeehhh? Crap! You’re a senpai—“ Sasaki immediately bowed, almost slamming herself into a ninety-degree bow before the confused Udai. “Please forgive me!”

“H-hey, what are you doing?”

“Please forgive me for troubling you, senpai!”

Udai frowned, “T-there’s nothing to be troubled about. After all, from the beginning, it was on me for not checking my cell phone more thoroughly.” Udai sighed, “Get up.”

Sasaki got up and looked at Udai who was almost startled. Udai cleared his throat after his gaze met Sasaki’s

“Thank you very much.” Sasaki said.

“Oh.” Udai replied. “... First year?”

“Hai.” Sasaki replied formally.

Udai nodded and excused himself under his breath, barely audible.

“Thank you so much!”

Udai was almost irritated that Sasaki said something loud enough to make both his shoulders heave stiffly in surprise, not to mention, he had an itch that the girl must have bowed to him again. Yet he didn’t stop or say anything to her and instead quickened his pace towards the gymnasium.

“Thank you very much, Udai Senpai!”

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That’s all for chapter 2 of Panels. That I specially dedicated for The Original Little Giant, Udai Tenma because i think we need to give him more credit for being Hinata Shoyo’s inspiration. Heh heh.

Next chapter coming soon!

[laurafaritos]

HC001. Haunted Comedians Live Show Recap ft. Harpreet Sehmbi & Rena Taylor

On January 31, 2025, Haunted Comedians took over Comedy Lab in Toronto for a night of stand-up, supernatural confessions, and real-life ghost stories—and if you weren’t there, you missed out.

This wasn’t just another comedy show. It was a night of hilarious AND spine-chilling stories from comedians who have seen (or survived) some seriously unexplainable things. From haunted apartments to creepy encounters that defy logic, we laughed, we gasped, and we may have left a little more paranoid than we arrived.

📌 What went down?

Stand-up sets from some of Toronto’s funniest comics

Real-life paranormal experiences shared live on stage

Unfiltered Q&A where comedians opened up about their weirdest encounters

I. The Show Recap

Haunted Comedians wasn’t just a stand-up show—it was a haunted storytelling session.

After the comedians finished their sets, we dove straight into the Haunted Comedians Q&A, where I asked each comic the same three questions about the paranormal:

1️⃣ What is your campfire ghost story? 2️⃣ If you were a ghost, what kind of ghost would you be? 3️⃣ Who would you haunt, and how would you do it?

I have exact transcripts of what went down (scroll to Section IV if you want the full chaos), but here’s a TL;DR:

🧨 Harpreet Sehmbi? Got haunted at an Airbnb in Michigan by an old ghost man who just wanted to be seen. A psychic later confirmed it. She kept her eyes shut the whole time.

👻 Rena Taylor? Grew up in a house with a literal ghost room where a spirit walked out of the closet every night. (A gay ghost?!)

🌚 If they became ghosts themselves?

Harpreet would be a respectful pervy ghost but would always ask for consent.

Rena would be a horror-movie ghost crawling on the floor like the girl from The Ring.

🎯 Who would they haunt?

Harpreet: A Hemsworth brother, obviously.

Rena: Her racist uncle John. (Honestly, deserved.)

III. The Q&A Recap

A. Harpreet Sehmbi: Q&A Recap

1️⃣ What is your campfire ghost story?

Okay, so this one happened last year in August. I went to Michigan for a wedding and stayed at an Airbnb with a few friends. I was sharing a bedroom with two other people.

The first night, I was exhausted from a red-eye flight, so I thought I’d fall asleep right away. But you know when you're so tired that you can't actually sleep? Yeah, that.

At some point, I felt something sitting on my legs. I kept my eyes shut because, you know, if I don’t see it, it’s not real. Eventually, I fell asleep.

The next morning, I told my roommate about it, and she was like, “Nope, nothing happened to me.” I was so annoyed. Like, okay, I guess I'm haunted alone!

The second night, I felt something pressing down on my back. I sleep on my stomach, and it was like this firm pressure. Again, I kept my eyes shut because NO THANK YOU.

Later, I went to a psychic and was like, “I went to Michigan and found a ghost. Was it real?” She goes, “Of course! It was an old man, he just wanted to be seen.” Well, guess what? I didn’t want to see him!!!

2️⃣ If you were a ghost, what kind of ghost would you be?

Okay… I’m not proud of this, but… I love a good six-pack on a man. So I think I’d be a pervy ghost. BUT! A respectful pervy ghost! I wouldn’t touch without consent—I’d be like, “Ooooh, can I touch?” and if he said no, I’d be like, “Alright, respect.”

But yeah. Definitely a pervy ghost. Sorry, everyone!!!

3️⃣ Who would you haunt, and how would you do it?

The hottest guy I know. Or like… maybe just two of the Hemsworth brothers. The tallest one. The blondest one. Yeah, let’s go with him... I love a good Australian accent!!!

B. Rena Taylor's Q&A Recap

1️⃣ What is your campfire ghost story?

Okay, so my grandparents had this old house—over 150 years old—on their property. One summer, when I was around 10, we stayed there to help renovate it.

I always felt something there. My mom never said, “Ghosts don’t exist,” but she was also a bit of a prankster.

She told me, “If you ever feel something weird, just say—‘I respect you, this is your space, I hope you respect that I’m here too.’”

Then, she casually drops, “Oh yeah, there’s a ghost room.”

Apparently, one of my ancestors used to walk out of the closet every night. My aunt had seen her multiple times growing up. The ghost would step out, walk across the room, and disappear.

Guess which room my sister and I were sleeping in? The ghost room.

One night, it was boiling hot in the house, and then suddenly—ice cold on one side of my body.

And then, just a little… boop.

A tiny ghost tap. Like a “Hey, I see you.”

I immediately whispered, “I feel you, I respect you, I know you are here.”

And after that, my mom was like, “Oh yeah, did I mention there’s a ghost in that room?”

THANKS, MOM.

2️⃣ If you were a ghost, what kind of ghost would you be?

I think I’d be one of those distorted, horror-movie ghosts.

Like, you’d just see me crawling across the floor like that girl from The Ring… and then I’d be like:

"Just kidding, I’m a friendly ghost!"

Or I’d stand in the corner of a room and stare unrelentingly at people until they broke.

3️⃣ Who would you haunt, and how would you do it?

Oh, I have a clear answer.

I’d haunt my Uncle John.

That man is an absolute piece of shit.

I’d just repeat every racist, sexist, ignorant thing he’s ever said back to him in ghostly whispers.

"Oh John, remember when you said Indigenous people are all drunks? WELL, GUESS WHAT? I’M RIGHT BEHIND YOU!"

He deserves it.

That was it!!! That was the post!!!! Thank you for reading!!!

If you love horror, comedy, or both, this is the perfect night out. You get to hear firsthand supernatural experiences from comedians who know how to make even the creepiest encounters hilarious. Plus, there’s no better way to bond with strangers than collectively freaking out over a ghost story in a dark room.

🎟️ The Next Show: Haunted Comedians returns April 2025. Will you be there, or will you be the one hearing about it after the fact?????

Stay tuned for tickets—because this show sold out last time, and it’s only getting bigger. 👻🔥

Tchau, tchau!!!

[casspurrjoybell-27]

In a Heartbeat - Chapter 27 - Part 2

*Warning Adult Content*

Vince

'Simon wasn't even the slightest bit scared of Michael, he was scared of me.'

I don't know why that thought was so shocking or why it felt so weird to think about that but it did.

After worrying about how terrified he was in the dream, I felt stupid for not thinking that he would've been more scared of me than Michael.

I thought for sure he would've been more scared of Michael but it seems he'd rather sit next to him.

Next to Michael, Xavier sent a glare.

'Quit looking at him, you're frightening the shit out of him,' he mind-linked me.

"This meeting is now in session," Michael announced.

"First order of business, as some of you already know, Simon has been reinstated into the pack, along with the addition of Sarah's mate, Aspen," he continued.

"Now as some of you have already heard, my brother, your previous alpha, has wrongfully kicked Simon out, accusing him and his family of treason but that was a farce. Simon was never a traitor, never committed treason. In fact, the only reason he was kicked out, was because Vince rejected him for being his mate."

Of course, Michael was going to use the meeting to bash me, instead of actually getting things done.

A few of the members whispered amongst themselves, when one of the older members, George, spoke up.

"If I recall, it wasn't Simon but his father that was accused of treason. His tracks were found near the late alpha's body."

Michael sent him a glare, as others looked around cautiously.

"Simon's father was a part of the hunting party, any of the hunter's tracks could have been there, it doesn't mean he murdered my father."

"He had no alibi, he was out on a run when it happened," George shot back.

Michael huffed.

"That doesn't prove anything. His scent was near the area, he could've strolled through before my father died. There were a bunch of rogue scents there as well. It's all speculation, no one will really know who murdered our father but it's no excuse to murder a family. There was no definitive evidence, George."

"Someone had to pay for his death," George said snidely.

Watching those two fight was giving me a headache, even the other members who had watched them go back and forth were starting to zone out.

I glanced over next to Michael, Simon still sitting there motionless, staring at the table like it held something of interest.

If he hadn't been shaking I would've assumed he fell asleep.

Beside him, Aspen and Sarah were looking at him, mind linking each other about something.

Michael sighed, before addressing all of us.

"Look, I'm not going to go on about why but Simon is to be cleared of anything, including his family. If anyone has qualms about it, George, then we can discuss that later. He's officially a pack member again and I don't want to hear any more excuses. Besides it's been sixteen years, surely that's enough time for us to get over whatever misdeeds you possibly could have over Simon. Isn't that right, Vince?"

I rolled my eyes.

Of course, he'd single me out.

I was actually surprised he hadn't said anything till now.

I huffed before saying sarcastically...

"Yeah. Whatever, Alpha."

We stared each other down for a few seconds, the council members waited with bated breath as if scared to make it worse, fearing we'd be at each other's throats for even the slightest sound.

His jaw ticked but didn't say anything at first.

He stared for a couple of seconds before smirking with that sinister grin.

"That brings me to my next topic, Vince."

"You know I had no desire to be the Alpha of this pack, remember?" he asked.

"Back then, I didn't want that responsibility. Especially if it meant I didn't get to be with David by my side but it appears you've been slacking."

I frowned, not liking where this was going.

Some of the members seemed to want to agree with him but as soon as they saw me glaring they looked away.

"So what, you want the role now?" I sneered.

He chuckled before staring at me coldly.

"No. I still don't want it. I don't like this lavish lifestyle but I'm far more capable of being responsible and accountable for my actions, unlike you," he paused.

"I'm willing to give you back this title, Vince. If you prove to me and the rest of this pack that you'll change, that you'll do better."

"Change what?" I asked.

"Your attitude for one," he countered.

"And your wrongdoings. Take responsibility, Vince. Make things right, apologize to the people you did wrong."

He glanced over at Simon, who had dared to raise his head away from just staring at the table.

He was looking at Michael as if he was trying to tell him something.

Something was up and I was not looking forward to whatever Michael had up his sleeve.

Michael looked back at Simon for a few seconds before turning to me, the corner of his lip raised, the same smirk from the dream, as he continued in a sinister tone...

"Accept Simon as your mate, make him yours and the title is yours."

'What the hell?'

[d3n4sh1aaaa]

November 27th, 2023. 5:04am

i'm working my last overnight shift of the year, well? maybe. I'm not the typical overnight person but it's been relaxing while it lasted. I don't even know where to start off, i guess the best way to describe how i feel is overwhelmed? scared? nervous.. anxious confused? all of them at once. I've met someone, And it is honestly the most pure of interactions i've ever had with someone in my life. Here's the background; we went to high school together but never actually acknowledged each other. During the peak of covid's arrival i selfishly had a Halloween party and he randomly showed up, i was drunk out of my MIND! you seemed cool, but we still haven't interacted with me. Years go by i see you at the bar. Friendly interaction but i put no thought into it. One random day you messaged me asking if you can work with me because you have experience. At this time i was currently going through multiple loses so i didn't put any thought into hanging with you to celebrate getting hired. I'm distant, but i haven't forgotten our planned smoke session and our first time hanging out, to new co-workers! i'm so excited for the both of us. I was working an overnight and seen you as i walked in the team room and you smiled so hard at me despite how sleepy you actually were. This is the first time i'm seeing you sober, not running into you, fully taking in your presence. I can't even explain already the intense spark i felt instantly when i looked into your eyes. i brush this off. A week later goes by and i finally agree to hanging out with you. I picked you up and we smoked in front of my house. I shared all the crazy tea and stories and expectations to have while working at our job. It was nice. After you had asked to hangout with me a few times but i brushed them under the rug, i didn't want too simply. I folded at this point. Here we are, hanging out with our HS friend talking and vibing. It was a great time. I see you again and we go for an L ride. We drove to a pretty view and talked for a little while and smoked. I observed you being very shy, but thats okay. You're quiet, but its not uncomfortable. I can sit next to you without any issue. We drive back home and get stuck in 2 hour traffic on the high way due to a care being on fire, fuck. I look over at you and you're leaned back, both of our phones die at this point. i leaned back and we both fell asleep. As we wake up we laugh at how long it took, i apologized because i know thats not how he wanted to spend his Saturday night, he said it's not my fault and not for nothing, had a great time. We see each other again, and again, and again. Just smoking and talking, getting to know one another. This night was so special for me. You waited for me to get out of work because you needed a friend, and i was there. we met up at a parking lot and you felt so comfortable telling me your problems. We talked, and you drove me to a pretty view. We shared some deep trauma to each other. We both smiled and agreed is stays between us. i did it, i broke your shell. As we're driving you played a lil peep song and it brought me back to my teenage years. I found my peep match. We both get super excited as we exchange songs. We're driving to my friends house to hangout because the night is still young. As we're sitting next to each other we're even more conversive than we ever were. it felt like it was only me and you in the room. We left and drove back to your car and you looked at me like you didn't want the night to end. I gave you a hug and told you to be safe. The next day, i checked up on you and you called me an angel. I'm gathering you don't have genuine people in your life. You've been hurt before. As days go by i see you after work, maybe even before. We talk about nothing and everything at the same time. We've been hanging out every day at this point, and it feels very nice. i enjoy your company. You say little sweet things that aren't flirtatious but out of kindness, and its sweet to me. I notice the little things that make you happy and also put a huge smile on my face. pt 2-

[joshuasearing]

Thursday 20th April 2023

Hey journal so yesterday was good I started the day of by firstly getting up and getting ready for the day then my mum dropped me off to the gym when at the gym I did a push session and it was good. After I finished in the gym I ended up being stuck on the toilet for about 10 minutes straight. Anyways after this me and caitlin met each other outisde the gym once she got there. I quickly went into the cafe and got myself this brownie flavoured chocolate shake. Then after this me and Caitlin went to a couple shops to get some things. As Caitlin needed to get some things. Also in one of the shops both of us got a energy drink called p***y so not a great word but we made a lot of jokes about the drink. Now it just sits at the top of my shelf. Then also in one of the shops I bought myself the original flavour of the tyson fury energy drink as I am collecting them and I have all of them now I think. Then after this me and her walked to my house as she was sleeping round mine. When walking we had an in depth private conversation and sort of explained both are sides of the situation and sorted everything out. Then after about 25 minutes of walking we got to mine. Once we got to my house we relaxed in my bed for the next few hours and watched films, youtube and also just relaxed with each other. At one point we started to watch black widow as I have never really watched marvel and I want to see whether I like it or not. Anyways I ended up loving the film. Anyways whilst we were watching this Caitlin ordered us a takeaway papa johns which was really a nice, and was a nice thing for her to do. We ended up ordering a meat feast pizza, bbq chicken wings and also this massive warm chocolate cookie cut up in 8 individual services. By the end of the food I was in a food coma to say the least I could barely move and It made me feel really bloated and tired. However it was really nice. Also at the end of the night me and Caitlin watched the simpsons which was actually really good, I love the simpsons. Midway through watching one of the episodes me and Caitlin fell asleep.

Today has been ok we started the day of by relaxing, then shortly after we got ready to get the bus as me and Caitlin needed to go places. She needed to go college and I needed to go to the gym. Anyways we ended up getting to the bus stop as soon as the bus arrived it was perfect timing. Then shortly after I got of the bus and said bye to her quickly on the bus. At the gym I did a pull session and it went well like usual. After the gym I went to Icelands warehouse and bought myself these tyson fury caffeine energy gum things. I also bought myself a protein shake strawberry I got it instead here as I realised they sell protein shakes cheaper in icelands warehouse compare to the cafe. Anyways after this I walked home. One I got home I made my documenting my mental health video on tiktok, Wrote in my book journal and also done my spanish on duolingo. I am now on a 52 day streak on duolingo I think when it comes to learning spanish. Anways after all this I went out with my mum and we went to the yard for my dads business. I helped open the container for my mum as she needed to get paperwork out. Anyways at first we forgot the code then after a while we figured it out by looking back through messages on my mum phone from the past. After this we drove back home and on are road near are house their was this pigeon and my mum very nearly run it over as it did not fly out of the road although it had loads of time to see us coming. It left it right until last minute to fly away. Anyways I will speak to you later journal. Bye journal!

[catiescosmos]

a weight lifted

anakin skywalker x senator!reader

warnings: mentions of threats to an elected official, other than that just fluff!

fluffy anakin blurb because i love him and also i would cut off my left arm to be in the galactic senate <3 inspired by the fact that i fell asleep doing policy research for my job a few nights ago :’)

“you should get some rest,” anakin said, as he walked into the sitting room of your apartment. you were curled up on the couch, datapad in hand, attempting to finish drafting a bill you were sponsoring for the senate session next week.

you, padme, and other liberal senators had been working on it for months—a bill to fund female education in the mid and outer rim. you knew that many women in the republic didn’t have access to education, and how lucky you were to be able to attend school and university on your home world.

less lucky, though, was your current predicament. about a month ago, you’d sponsored a bill in support of a tax increase on the wealthiest in the republic—something that wasn’t widely supported on your home planet. this led to some… threatening holomessages to your office, and ultimately, anakin being appointed as your jedi guard.

it hadn’t been bad. you and anakin had grown close over the weeks he’d spent protecting you so far. he was staying at your apartment and there wasn’t often a moment that he wasn’t by your side. you knew everything about each other’s lives. well, almost everything. little did you know, he’d fallen for you. hard.

“i know,” you sighed, eyes straining as you tried to focus on the bill. “i just need to finish—“ you were cut off by a yawn. this wasn’t the first night this week you’d worked well past when the moon rose over coruscant. it was a large project, and time was running out if you wanted the funding in this year’s budget proposal, especially considering the significant amount of debate there would be before the bill, hopefully, passed.

anakin stood by for a moment, as you flicked your eyes back to the plans and budget necessary for the mid rim, sent to you by a group of leaders from various worlds. it was reassuring to know that your bill had support all over the republic, but you worried who you would be letting down if you didn’t get it passed.

“well, can i get you anything?” he asked, after a few minutes of silence. your eyes flitted to the clock on the wall, before you shook your head.

“i’ll be alright. you should get some sleep,” you turned the tables, knowing you weren’t the only one short on shut eye.

anakin chuckled, taking a seat in the chair adjacent to the couch you were laying on. “so stubborn,” he chastised, playfully. after he’d shrugged off his cloak, anakin pulled out his own datapad, getting comfortable in the chair. the room fell into a silence, save for the occasional sigh or the scratch of your stylus on the datapad.

“you’re shivering.” you didn’t notice until he mentioned it, but goosebumps had risen on your skin, the night air cooling your apartment off. before you could say anything, anakin was draping his previously discarded cloak over your shoulders.

“thanks,” you whispered, pulling the cloak closer around your body. the warmth was comforting, but made you all the more tired. you wanted nothing more than to curl up in bed, but knew you had to keep working.

as the night went on, the letters on the pages began blurring together, and the drafts were getting scrambled in your head. anakin could tell how tired you were by the way your eyes drooped, and how heavy the datapad looked in your hands.

he sighed, shaking his head. for the past few days, anakin had watched you overwork yourself to the point of exhaustion. he understood the pressure you were under, better than almost anyone really, but it didn’t make it any easier to watch. he wished there was some way he could take some of the weight off your shoulders, even just for a minute.

but this was exactly what you were meant to do. you were a brilliant senator with the passion and drive necessary to fill the position. and this bill was your pride and joy. it was hard to miss the way your eyes would light up when you’d talk about it. so anakin let it be, as much as it worried him to see you like this.

a few minutes later, he looked up to find your eyes shut, datapad fallen flat on your chest. you looked so peaceful, anakin couldn’t help the smile that crept onto his face. he didn’t want to wake you, but knew you’d be more comfortable in your bed.

as quietly as he could, anakin made his way over to you. carefully, he took the datapad off your chest, clicked it off, and set it on the table. you let out a sigh in your sleep, but didn’t stir from your slumber.

anakin proceeded to gingerly slide his hands under your back and knees, and lift you off the couch. you instinctually curled into his frame, but again, didn’t rouse. he carried you from the couch to your bedroom, where he laid you, still wrapped in his robe, on your bed.

leaning down, he pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead. “i’m proud of you,” anakin whispered, despite knowing you couldn’t hear it. he tucked your blanket around you, with care not to wake you.

you immediately snuggled into it, a soft smile on his face as he took in how small you looked. no one would guess that you were one of the most influential politicians in the galaxy.

to anakin, you were just… you. and he loved you for it.

[ptergwen]

I can't stop thinking about sleepy!peter. This is a request please anything with a sleep-deprived dorky peter

oof i made this kinda long by accident 😭 pls enjoy <3

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“five more minutes, mr. stark. just… five minutes,” peter murmurs to tony and shrugs his hand off of him. after arriving at the tower straight from school, he’d done his usual training session and a last minute cram session for what tony guesses is a history test. he drifted off somewhere in between everything.

if you ever think your schedule is packed, you haven’t seen peter’s.

tony sighs when his protégé still doesn’t budge. he’s at the kitchen table, passed out on a stack of textbooks.

“up and at ‘em, kid. wouldn’t you rather sleep in, i don’t know, your own bed?” tony proposes instead. it earns him a childish pout and head shake from peter. “i wanna sleep in y/n’s. want her cuddles.” he quirks an eyebrow at the mention of his daughter. “oh? you two are in the sleepover stage?” “have been for a while,” peter corrects him, nuzzling his cheek against the textbook.

why wouldn’t you tell tony that? it’s not like he doesn’t know you’re together, and he was bound to find out eventually. you and peter do live under his roof. teenagers and their privacy.

grabbing peter’s shoulder, tony yanks him back into a sitting position. “tell you what, i’ll take you up to y/n if you promise me you’ll get some sleep.” peter begins to protest, and barely gets out a but before tony interrupts. “real sleep. crashing while you analyze the declaration of independence hardly counts.”

peter lazily blinks his eyes open, rubbing the exhaustion out of them while he speaks. “as much as i want to, mr. stark… i…” he yawns his words out. “i should really get back to work.” just like that, he’s awake. tony has to admit that his commitment is impressive. impressive, but not good for him. “kid, it’s late. when’s that test of yours, anyway?” he asks peter, whose shoulders slump. “uh, tomorrow.”

“bedtime it is, then. that genius brain of yours could use a break before the big day ahead,” tony decides and successfully helps peter out of the kitchen chair. “you think i’m a genius?” peter smiles shyly, letting tony lead him to the staircase. “who doesn’t? i doubt you even needed the all nighter you were gonna pull.” his jaw slightly dropping, peter follows next to tony. “how did you know i-“ “i know everything,” he simply insists.

there’s a beat of silence, then tony inquires some more. “except that you apparently canoodle with my daughter every night. since when does that happen?” the two of them continue trudging up the stairs. peter grins once again as he thinks of you. “started before we were dating, actually. it’s nothing bad, though.” he shrugs a shoulder. “we just, like, spoon each other.”

“ah, you’re into the classics. me and pep are the same.” a fond smirk pulls at tony’s lips. “she’s the big spoon.” “i figured,” peter chuckles back, tony scrunching his face up in mock offense. “and why’s that?” “oh, come on. it’s no secret pepper wears the pants,” peter teases his mentor while they make their way down the hall. “you’re much nicer unconscious,” tony remarks.

the two of them reach your room finally, peter letting out a long breath. your door is cracked open, in case peter wanted to stop by. he can see you at your desk with a dim light on next to you. another grin crossing his features, him and tony watch you scribble something in a notebook.

tony knocks on the doorframe and peaks his head into your room. “special delivery,” he announces, you cocking your head to the side curiously. “what is it?” your dad answers by pushing open the door to reveal peter. peter gives you a small wave. “oh,” you bite back a smile, getting up from your seat. “just what i ordered. how’d you know?”

“kid fell asleep studying. the only way i could get him up was to bring him here,” tony explains, clapping peter on the back. “he was asking for you. your cuddles, specifically.” “thanks, mr. stark. i think she gets it,” peter says through clenched teeth. you laugh softly at his forced confession. “it’s okay, pete. i was waiting for you to come.” he rubs one of his pink tinted cheeks.

“we’ll discuss this in the morning, young lady,” tony playfully scolds you. “for now, why don’t you kids head off to dreamland. pete’s got a test tomorrow.” peter presses his lips together, you walking up to him. “i‘ve got him, dad. thank you for being cool about us.” you take peter’s hands with a nod at tony, him ruffling your hair.

“night, y/n/n. hands stay above the waist, parker,” tony meets his eyes for emphasis. “understood,” peter mumbles and threads his fingers through yours. “night.” satisfied in that, tony leaves and closes the door behind him. he sticks around for a few seconds, hearing you chastise peter about fixing his sleep schedule. your dad walks away with a smile on his face.

“you’re supposed to get a good night’s sleep before a test, by the way,” you remind peter while he changes into pajamas. he’s left a few things here for whenever he sleeps over, as tony called it. “which i’m about to do. i have the world’s best snuggler for a girlfriend.” peter pulls up his flannel bottoms, coming towards the bed. you’re sitting at the edge of it.

“you also have to eat a good breakfast. that means no poptarts and chocolate milk,” you beam knowingly, peter flopping down onto his back and your comforter. “they make healthy ones now, y/n/n. bruce just bought them,” he protests and tries to reach for you. you look at him over your shoulder. “so?” “so, he’s a doctor. i trust him.” a yawn slips out of peter. he keeps his eyes closed after this one.

“i wouldn’t take nutrition advice from the hulk, but ok,” you concede and lay down next to your sleepy boyfriend. “how was your day? besides the studying.” your voice drops to a whisper, peter’s arms winding around your middle. “not bad, just busy. i did some sparring with sam.” he pulls you closer to him and hides his face in your neck. “he beat me, obviously.” giggling quietly, you cradle the back of his head with one hand.

“school?” you wonder and tangle your fingers in his unkempt locks. “good, ‘cuz you were there.” he places a few kisses to your skin, and you can feel his lips curve into a smile. your leg drapes around his waist. “very smooth.” “it’s true,” peter whines and tightens his grip on you. “just knowing you’re around somewhere makes me happy.” humming, you keep combing your fingers through his hair. “you’re the cutest. go to bed, petey.”

peter easily gives in. “mm, whatever you say. g’night, lovey.” you kiss his hair lightly in response. his breathing doesn’t take long to even out, and he’s soon fast asleep while cuddled up next to you.

tony was right, as per usual. peter’s genius brain really did need a break.

[xoxo-teddybear]

Nothing But a Bet - Bakugou Katsuki- pt.2

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: Angst, Cursing, Fluff, not spell checked

Summary: Bakugou has been so broken. Nothings been the same for him but he’s been doing everything he can to get you back...but when will it be enough to win you back?

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Pt.1 Pt.2

“Hey..Y/N it’s me...please answer your phone.”

“Hi Princess..I saw you during your training session..you did amazing like always..take care of yourself..And I love you.”

“Hi...I was wondering if you wanted to talk about this whole thing...please?”

“Teddy Bear I’m so sorry for what happened but just please let me explain everything before you make any final decisions.”

“Y/N please come back to me.”

“...I miss you.”

Bakugou sent voicemail after voicemail, text after text, and letter after letter. He tried to call you hundreds of times in the past week but they all went straight to voicemail. He tried to reach out to you through social media but you blocked him everywhere. He was lucky that you didn’t block his number. You were both hero trainees and if an emergency were to happen, you would need every resource available and Bakugou might be one of them so you had to keep his number.

Bakugou’s been so fucked for the past week. When you left him that night, he cried into your pillow. He fell asleep in your room to have some sort of comfort that night but awoke to nobody. He looked around the room and saw the previous night’s disaster date and cried some more. He even waited a few more hours in your room before he came to the conclusion that you wouldn’t return until he left. You probably hated his guts right now and Bakugou couldn’t even be mad at you. You had every right but at least let him explain everything. Please.

“Bakugou, you can’t keep doing this every night man.” The red head said. Kirishima had been walking into the common room when he found his friend on the couch again for the 7th night in a row. Bakugou’s been doing everything he can to talk to you but you’ve always brushed him off. Even so, he still waits for you to get back from training every night just in case you would break one day and allow him to speak to you. Unfortunately, that night hasn’t come yet, and Bakugou still waits to hear your voice speak to him.

“....I’m gonna get her back,” Bakugou said as he continued to stare at the door, waiting for it to open.

“But what if she doesn’t want you anymore?” Kirishima argued.

“She does!...I know she does..she left me because I did something stupid, not because she doesn’t feel anything towards me anymore.” Bakugou took a breather as he felt tears pool into his eyes once more. He shook them off before he spoke again. “..She has to still love me...I won’t be the same if she doesn’t.”

Kirishima looked towards his friend with sad eyes as he heard the slight break in his voice. His friend really hasn’t been the same since the horrible breakup and it’s been worrying him. Getting his dream girl back is the only way to fix Bakugou Katsuki.

After a few minutes, the door opens up to reveal your beauty. You walked in to find another waiting Bakugou and watched as Kirishima left as he knew what was coming. You looked at the blonde with a nonchalant face as he ran up to you.

“Y/N! Hey! ...” he never really knew what to say after that. He was always too nervous to say anything else in fear of upsetting you. You rolled your eyes at him before you attempted to walk away but he ran in-front of you to stop you from going. “Uh..do you need help with that?”

He pointed to your workout bag but you just shook your head ‘no’ as you continued to walk but before you could get far, Bakugou spun you around to speak to you again.

“Hey! Did you know..uh, there’s this great new place that opened up. I wanted to know if you want to...um..go there sometime..maybe we could talk about what happened and-“

Before he could continue you walked away again. Bakugou grew frantic as he didn’t know what to do. This would be the 7th night in a row where you just ignore him and he doesn’t know if he could go through with more disappointment tonight. He could feel himself begin to shake as his heart grew nervous. Out of fear he grabbed onto your hand before you could get away. You didn’t turn to face him but you did allow him to continue.

“Please don’t go...please talk to me and please let me explain everything. I miss you so much Teddy Bear and I lov-“

Your body stilled for a second and you ran away to your room before he could finish that sentence. You couldn’t forgive him. Not yet. You ran with tears in your eyes as you tried to shake away the thoughts filling your heard. You left behind a crying Bakugou as he watched you run away. He didn’t even try to go after you. He knew it wouldn’t make any difference. He dropped his head and sniffled as he allowed the tears to fall. He walked his way back to his dorm and cried into his own pillow when he checked the time. 9:14. It was a school night and he had to get up early tomorrow. He would have to try again the next day. And so again, with a heavy heart, he went to bed without his Teddy Bear in his arms.

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It was morning. Another day another sad Katsuki. The blonde rose out of bed with tired bags under his eyes. He looked horrible and anyone could see that. Shit just hasn’t been the same for him. Not without her. He got up and got dressed in his school uniform and went straight to class. He just had to see you again. The more he saw you, the more chances he got at getting you back.

Bakugou didn’t really have a plan on how to get Y/N back. He just worked and tried everything he could on the spot once he saw you. Once he sat down in his seat, he awaited for your arrival. You always came in pretty early and so the second you walked in he was up on his feet.

“Y/N! Hey!”

You watched as the blonde came up to you. You looked around and noticed there were only a few students in the room. So even though this would probably hurt you in the end, you decided to drop the silent treatment.

“.....Hi..Bakugou,” you said as you both continued to stand. You gave him a quick smile before dropping it and looking everywhere but at him. Bakugou smiled at the sound of your voice and grew excited.

“..Uh- I was wondering..if you wanted to..train after school? You know like we used to?” You looked at him with a raised brow and crossed arms. Did he really think you would wanna train with him?

“It’s just- I noticed you’re reflexes have been a little off,” at that you raised both brows at him and that’s when he panicked and began rambling, “no, no, no, no! I didn’t mean it like that! You’re great! Amazing! You always are dumbass- Y/N! I meant Y/N...yeah..yeah but the point is-“

“Okay, if I say yes will you let me go to my seat?” You quickly asked.

“YES! Ehem, mm, I mean yes. Yes, I’d like that very much and I will let you..take your...your seat...” he said awkwardly but surely. You just nodded your head slowly and walked by him. Bakugou quickly and silently celebrated behind your back but stopped once you looked at him. Seeing him all excited just to hang out with you made you laugh to yourself but you quickly shut that down as you remembered who it was you were laughing at but your smile and laughter didn’t go unnoticed by the blonde. He sat down in his seat and continued to stare at you like a happy puppy.

Soon enough, more students came into the room. The bell finally rang and Aizawa walked in to let class begin. Time went by and eventually, lunch came and you can definitely guess that Bakugou, once again, tried to get you to sit with him. This time, instead of ignoring him, you simply said “no,” and kept walking.

This of course put Bakugou into a mood but he didn’t want to be stingy. You had already agreed to train with him and you always kept to your word. He was grateful but he couldn’t hide the sadness on his face.

He and the rest of the Bakusquad sat at their table and spoke amongst each other but they of course noticed their sad friend. Now everyone knew Bakugou and Y/N had broken up but only Kirishima had known why. So questions came up and Kirishima thought it would be a wise idea for Bakugou’s other friends to help.

“What’s up with McBlasty?” Sero asked, not even earning a snarl from Bakugou at the crude nickname. “Still not over the breakup?”

“It’s not a breakup!” Bakugou countered. “It’s just...a break okay?”

“Right, cuz a break involves her giving you the cold shoulder,” Mina added on. “What happened to you guys anyway? You seemed like the perfect couple.”

Bakugou cringed at her words. They were the perfect couple. And he missed his perfect girlfriend. He looked towards Kirishima to see that he was giving him the same look he always did when it came to the Bakusquad. He wanted him to tell them the truth. Bakugou sighed as he realized it was probably time for them to know.

“Y/N left me because she found out about the bet.”

Kaminari and Sero looked at each other in shock and fear. They remember exactly what happened. They were speaking on their relationship and the bet when they heard Y/N’s door slam shut. They realized she probably heard what they had said but assumed everything would be okay! They didn’t think it would cause a breakup! But who knows!? Maybe Bakugou was speaking of a different bet.

“Umm..what bet?” Kaminari asked but Bakugou only looked at him with a confused face. How could he not remember?

“The bet we made almost a year ago. The bet that ruined my perfect relationship with the love of my life. The bet that you gave me! You know? The bet where you told me to date Y/N and not fall in love with her, which I obviously failed.” Bakugou said as he straightened up at the memory. He noticed how the two idiots remained oddly silent and how they looked like they were cowering (more than usual) at the sight of him. “Why’re you acting like that?”

The boys stayed silent before Sero spoke up. “Bakugou..we have something to tell you.”

At the tall boy’s words, the whole table gave him their attention but Kaminari only looked at him with wide eyes, hinting at him to stop what he was about to do. Sero only punched Kaminari in the shoulder as the electric blonde finally gave in.

“Bakugou,” Kaminari said, “Sero and I are the reason why Y/N found out it was a bet.”

In that moment, Bakugou’s face dropped. His eyes grew wide and silence grew around the table. Bakugou’s face went from extreme shock to extreme anger. He quickly stood up and went to attack the two boys but Kirishima was quick to hold him back.

“Let go of me!!!” Bakugou screamed.

“Bakugou! You need to relax!” Kirishima realized he wouldn’t be able to hold Bakugou back himself and called for reinforcements. “Midoriya! Todoroki!”

The two boys came running and at once glance at the situation, they knew what they had to do. Midoriya and Todoroki grabbed onto Bakugou, hooking their arms under his shoulders while Kirishima stood front. The whole scene grabbed everyone’s attention, including Y/N’s.

“This is all your fault!” Bakugou screamed with slight tears in his eyes. “I lost Y/N because of you idiots! All because you couldn’t keep your mouths shut?! What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Bakugou said fighting against his human restraints.

“We’re sorry! We didn’t know she heard us! It’s not like we intentionally tried to ruin you two! It was an accident!” Kaminari said behind the protection of Mina.

“I DONT GIVE A FUCK! You fucking idiots ruined everything for me!” Bakugou said as his hands began to spark. He sent an explosion their way but Y/N was quick to react and get in the middle. She used her quirk to stop his explosion and everyone settled once they saw her.

“Y/N...” Bakugou whispered out as he stopped fighting. He stood still but the three boys still kept their hold on him just in case.

“It doesn’t matter how I found out or who told me Bakugou. The only thing that matters is that you and Kaminari used me as part of a bet. Do you understand that I felt like I was just a piece of a game?” Y/N explained.

“But you’re not Y/N! You’re so much more than that!” Bakugou argued.

“So then why was I even considered to be part of that bet?” You asked. The entire room grew silent as Bakugou let his tears fall. He had no answer for you. “Right.”

You picked up your bag and walked by the group, Bakugou never taking his eyes off of you. “I’ll see you in the gym later, Bakugou.” And with that, you walked off.

Bakugou shoved the 3 boys off of him as he glared at Kaminari and Sero. The boys kept their heads down as a way of apologizing to their friend but they realized they would have to do much more than that to truly make it up to their friend. As the bell rang and everyone was dismissed, Kaminari and Sero walked out together and discussed their apology plan.

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Bakugou had skipped out on the rest of the day. He didn’t know if he would be able to hold himself back if he saw Kaminari or Sero again. He had decided he would give himself some time to cool off before he had to meet with Y/N in the gym.

At that memory he decided it was best for him to look on the bright side. He got to train with Y/N again. It would be just like old times and who knows? Maybe she’ll finally listen to him and what he has to say. Maybe she’ll take him back. Bakugou had set an alarm for himself and in the meantime took the opportunity to rest up.

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*beep* *beep* *beep* *beep* *click!*

Bakugou woke up from his nap and looked at the time. 1:55 p.m. Just about 20 minutes for him to get ready and meet with Y/N in gym gamma. He got up, changed into a sleeveless hoodie, sweats, and some combat boots. He grabbed his gym bag and went down to find Y/N.

Just as he stepped out of the dormitory he saw Y/N walking his way. Was he still dreaming or is that actually his dream girl walking up towards him.

“Hey, Bakugou, at least wait for me to get ready.” You said while hooking both your arms. Bakugou held a shocked expression as he looked down at where you both were linked and looked back up towards you.

“Uh..H-Hey Y/N! Uh..sorry, did you want me to wait for you?” He said still shocked.

“Uhhh yeah? I won’t take that long, c’mon Blasty.” You said so naturally as you dragged him to your room. Bakugou blushed at the old nickname but smiled as he was quick to walk by your side. On the way to your dorm, he tried to make small talk and this time you actually spoke back! You laughed with him (or more so at his shaky and nervous behavior) and smiled more. He waited for you on the outside to get ready and you guys walked back to the gym. Again, on the way there you both had fun loving conversations. It was almost like nothing changed.

You both entered the gym and began stretching.

“So what exactly is the problem with my reflexes, Blasty?” You asked while stretching. Bakugou froze mid stretch as he realized he lowkey disrespected Y/N by saying her reflexes had faltered. And he didn’t even mean it! He just said it because he didn’t know what else to say.

“Umm...you know...I’m not saying that- that there’s something wrong with your reflexes. You’re perfect!” He laughed out but froze at what he said again. He snapped his head towards you and saw you paused your stretching to give him a look. “No! Not perfect! Your reflexes are perfect! You know? You’re not perfect, your reflexes are!”

Again, you gave him another look and he froze up again. “No, no, no! I mean-“

“You just wanted to get me in here with you?”

“Yup.”

“Mm,” you said as you nodded your head and continued warming up. Bakugou sighed as he dropped his head back and groaned towards the ceiling. He hated how being around you now turned him into a pile of bleh.

You guys finally began a little sparring match. Bakugou may be a mess around you but you can always be sure that he has his head in the game. You were always a calm, cool, and collected person no matter what happened so your fight style never weakened.

You and Bakugou had been going on for awhile. You threw punches, kicks, and quirks and it was 3 to 2, with you in the lead. You guys had several rounds with different rules. No quirks, quirks only, stealth matches, and even a no rules battle.

Finally, it was the last fight and you and Bakugou were clearly exhausted. Bakugou wanted to end it now due to exhaustion and so he ran towards you and pounced. You failed to stop him and just allowed him to drop you. You both ended up tumbling around until he finally pinned you down with his face close to your.

“I-.....I win...” he said with a tired but victorious grin. He stared at your face as you did that cute little nose-scrunch thing that he loved whenever he beat you.

“What-...whatever. I let you win..Blasty,” you breathed out as he just laughed at you. You began to laugh too and you both stayed there for a little until his gaze remained on yours. You both stared at each other in awe and want as Bakugou released his hold on your wrist and placed his hands on the ground at the side of your head. He leaned in a little and you allowed your hands to wrap around his neck. You pulled him in until your lips met and softly danced across each other.

Bakugou slightly opened his eyes to look down at you and smiled as he realized you finally gave in. He closed his eyes once more and just enjoyed the moment. The kiss would’ve gone on forever if the need for oxygen didn’t exist. You both separated with a hazy look in your eyes. A string of saliva connected you both as your heavy breaths grew and a blush covered across your faces.

“..heh...” was all that Bakugou said as he sat up on his knees and allowed you to sit straight. He sat down next to you as silence filled the room. “Soo...that happened..”

You remained silent as the blush on your face remained and you got lost in thought. Bakugou looked at you in concern as he thought you were regretting the kiss until you spoke up.

“...I’ve missed you Katsuki....and...I forgive you.”

Bakugou’s eyes went wide as he smiled. He stood up and brought you along with him. He picked you up and held you in his arms as he spun you around. You squealed in excitement and joy as Katsuki held you tight and once he placed you on the ground again, he gave you a quick kiss.

“I’m not saying I don’t like whats happening but...why?” He asked with a smile and confused look in his eyes. You only smiled at him and settled down before you spoke.

“..Sero and Kaminari came and talked to me. They told me everything.” Bakugou’s eyes went wide at the mention of the two morons who ruined his relationship. But he smiled as he realized they were the reason you were talking to him again. He would have to thank their dumbasses later. “They’ve been telling me how upset you’ve been and how you actually did love me.” You explained.

“Did and still do,” he corrected and you laughed at his reply.

“Right. Anyway, I’m not gonna lie, it was wrong for you to place a bet on me but..you spent almost a whole year with me..and they told me it was only supposed to be for a few weeks. I guess that means...”

“That I really do love you? That I really do want to be with you for the rest of my life? That I do need you in my life as mine to be sane? Yeah, I know.” He laughed as he wrapped him arms around your waist and held you closer while you giggled back.

“Heh..yeah.” You said. Bakugou pressed his forehead against yours as you both reveled in the comforting feeling of each other. You stayed in the loving embrace of his arms as you smiled even more.

“I’m so sorry for doing that to you, Y/N. I should’ve never placed some stupid bet on you but I’m kinda glad I did....it brought me to the perfect one for me. I really, really love you, Teddy Bear.”

Bakugou softly kissed the crown of your head as he whispered loving words to you.

“You’re mine again.”

“Yeah Suki..I’m yours.”

A/N: I’m sorry if the ending felt rushed😖 I feel like this could’ve been better but I think im reaching a writer’s block.