#we'll say he did that just to have a taller more comfortable hand rest

[gyroshrike]

Have you noticed the councilor has been spending a lot more time with that one Hextech engineer lately?

[777gojosgf]

MY LOVE IS MINE ALL MINE…

777GOJOSGF IS TYPING…

777gojosgf: gf!reader x hurt/tired!satorugojo

IN WHERE ::

satoru gojo comes home after a long day at work absolutely tired and bruised, seeking comfort in your arms.

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THE DOOR CLICKED SHUT and you could hear him taking off his shoes. it was another late night when you tried to stay awake to welcome your boyfriend home, but you were yet again unable to keep your eyes open.

he found you curled up on the couch with a blanket over you, but you had woken up by the sound of the door closing and you immediately rushed to his side. “hi, my love—“ you stopped in the middle of your sentence when you saw the unmistakable hurt expression on his face.

something was wrong.

your hands cautiously reached for his face, cupping it. he subconsciously leaned into your right hand, his eyes failing to meet yours and you were immediately able to figure out why. he didn’t want you to see him like this. as if he was weak, as if he had failed.

you said, "hey," in a gentle tone that made him feel calm and at ease. the terrible headache had begun as soon as he made his way to your shared apartment. he was unable to stop thinking about his late best friend's final moments as they continued to play back in his mind. this caused his thoughts to stray and consider the risk he was putting you in simply because you were his girlfriend. he feared he might end up being a burden for you.

“you’re alright now. are you willing to talk about it?” you had secretly hoped that he would agree to talk since you were so curious about what was going through his mind, though it wasn't a hard guess.

however, he mumbled a quiet no, and with that, you nodded courteously and took his hand in yours. guiding him to the bathroom where you pointed at the counter for him to sit. without a second thought, he obeyed your command and took a seat. the much taller and much more powerful man had suddenly seemed so fragile. so, tired.

you took out the first aid kit from one of the cabinets and set it down beside him. after opening the kit, you took out some patches and rubbing alcohol. his head was cocked to the side to reveal the cut as your hand gently made contact with his jaw. considering that he possessed the infinity technique, it was peculiar for him to return home hurt. and if not, he had the option of visiting shoko to receive healing without the need for any ordinary medical attention.

you had no idea that gojo's only desire was to be cared for and to feel your touch.

before applying the rubbing alcohol-soaked patch to his face, you gave him a heads-up saying "this might sting a little." gojo did not make any movement. rather, his hand reached for your hand that was set on his jaw.

once you finished stitching him up, you gave him a soft kiss on the cheek. he pouted at that and pointed to his lips, earning him a soft laugh from you. you took a step forward and delicately kissed him, your arms around his neck. you leaned backwards, your eyes finding his.

"how about you take a shower and we'll call it a night?" you propositioned, your head tilting to the side and a soft smile was displayed on your face.

"are you saying that i smell?"

your eyes widened at that and you jokingly slapped his arm. "no, you idiot. i'm saying that a shower will help you relax and then we'll go to sleep. i know you're not ready to tell me what happened, so we can just wait until tomorrow. you need some rest."

and in this exact moment, gojo realized that he didn't know what he did to deserve you.

he didn't have to pretend around you. he didn't have to put on the act of making silly jokes and pretending to be fine just because he was the strongest.

no. with you, he was 'toru.

your 'toru.

after his shower, you both found your way to your shared bed. he held you so close to him, but you didn't complain. you couldn't. it was the only way gojo was sure that nothing would happen to you once he closed his eyes, and even so, he still tried to look out for you with his senses.

"hey, y/n." satoru said, loud enough for you to hear but also to soothe you to sleep. "yes?"

"would you still love me if i was a frog and there was no way i could turn into a human?"

usually, you would've rolled your eyes at his silly nighttime questions and told him to go to sleep. but this time, you knew that he needed you to answer. because this wasn't just a silly question. no, he was indirectly asking you if you aren't tired of him.

"i would love you. and in every other universe, i would find my way to you and kiss you once more."

"i love you."

"i love you too. now, rest."

[anaargent]

can we get a pt2 for marry my husband where diego and reader become besties (not lovers) and they take more fun revenge until five and lila decide to beg them for mercy and to forgive them.

I disappeared guys, but I didn't die

MARRY MY HUSBAND P2

Cinco Hargreeves X Leitor

Pt 1: https://www.tumblr.com/anaargent/761465037466501120/you-know-season-4-yeah-it-was-bad-and-it-made-me?source=share

If looks could kill, you'd probably be buried under the looks Five gave you every time you interacted with Diego across the table.

After a few weeks of this cat and mouse dynamic with Five and Lila, you had had enough, your witty jokes and arrogant demeanor had run out.

"Where's my desk?" Five suddenly walked into your room. "What did you do?" He leaned against your desk.

"Uh, that old thing? The termites were destroying it, but now you can share it with Lila, you guys have a good relationship, right?" You smile and rest in your chair with your feet on the desk, watching Five huff and quickly leave the room.

"Where are my folders?" Five appears in front of you as you have a nice cup of coffee with Diego. "What? Uh, that paperwork? Diego offered to keep it since he's the leader now, so much paper is bad for your eyesight due to your age, right? I was helping you, honey." You smile sweetly.

"Anything to help you, little brother." Diego smiles and squeezes Five's shoulder before leaving.

.

What was left were lost glances in the hallway at work and an unsettling feeling. It was fun to watch Five lose more and more of the control he thought he had over everything, to see him fall from his pedestal and feel like a normal human.

Until you saw how this was affecting you more than you would ever admit, and seeing Diego trying to deal with the delicate situation of his little family broke your heart.

One day you found him sleeping leaning against the table, dry tears on his face and a photo of Lila with the children in one of his hands. You threw your coat over the unconscious man, and lightly stroked his messy hair while a sad smile adorned your lips.

- you big stubborn guy - you sigh.

That was the break. ...

"You did a good job there," Diego says as you stretch after a long day of work, the cool night wind welcoming you. "Is that a compliment coming from the great and wise Diego?" You laugh as Diego denies it.

"Just an observation," he continues walking in comfortable silence for a while on the streetlight-lit streets. "I thought about what you said... you're right."

"That's vague, I'm always right, what exactly?" You turn around as you see the man's expression become more serious. "I'm going to talk to Lila... I think we deserve a chance... for the kids... for me, for her" he says slowly "try to make things right"

You take his hand and squeeze it lightly, smiling proudly. You knew this decision wasn't easy for him, letting go of everything and trying to start over "I'm rooting for you"

"You should try too" he looks at you briefly "but not because you think you need to... you're already a Hargreeves Y/n, you don't need Five for that. You're already family, one of the best of us, don't do this because you're afraid of having no one. We'll always be here for you, you're my sister"

You sniff softly, you didn't want to show something as foolish as your crying. But Diego pulled you into a bear hug, one of those he gave Gracie when she lost a tooth. For a moment all the hard exterior was gone for something soft and cozy, and you sighed in relief at this validation.

You had a family, no matter what happened.

When you pulled away from Diego, you saw Five. At the bottom of the stairs in front of you, impassively watching the whole scene

You look for Diego, searching for reassurance. With a nod, you began to walk down the long steps of the staircase. Still feeling a little unsure and hesitant, your steps didn’t falter.

Five was still there, waiting for you. You were now in front of him, one step making you taller, so he had to look up slightly.

“I…” he spoke in a broken voice, coughing slightly in a clear sign of nervousness and tightening his tie “I messed up… damn, I really messed up and I’m so sorry y/n. I didn’t think anything could go right for me and so I found a way to push you away, I was a coward and acted like an idiot.

You remained silent, watching impassively as he searched your face for some sign.

“I guess I was alone for so long that I didn’t know how to let you get close… you’ve been with me this whole time, and we’re so much alike that I didn’t know how to let you see me… all the parts, even the ones that embarrass and scare me, I probably don’t know yet. And you are always confident and perfect in everything, that I couldn't dare to let you see..me" Five took a step back, a rare sign of uncertainty, he was scared. This was something you didn’t see every day.

Before he could move any further away, you grabbed his hand, Five froze in place, waiting for your reaction. "I don't know either, but... we can try to find out. Slowly" you look away from Five.

"so..." he clears his throat "would you like to get some coffee?"

"Hm..." you stare at him for a moment, seeing the anticipation and fear in his eyes that you've always seen arrogance and confidence "sounds good"

Five smiles, his lips stretching and his eyes crinkling. You'd only seen that smile when he finally figured out the formula to get back to his family. His eyes glinted childishly and then he gently pulled you down, a glimmer of confidence returning

"So it's a date?"

"Don't make me change my mind"

[dr-trafalgar-law]

Trafalgar Law X CisFem

2

The little pittie's surgery was a success. Her right hind leg was now in a bright teal cast and she was resting comfortably in one of the larger runs to recover. Blood work came back normal and other than a few cuts and bruises she was a healthy pup. That made the fact that no one appeared to be looking for her more confusing. She seemed to have been well taken care of up to being abused by a group of shitty teens.

You had been back to visit her during your break. Still groggy from medications she rested her head in your lap while you rubbed her ears and read on your phone. It was hard to visit her and not be able to call her by name when she didn't have one so you'd started calling her Azul. Shachi and Penguin had heard you - before you knew it they'd changed her cage card* and everyone was calling her that.

Soft steps drew your attention up as they came to a stop in front of the open gate. Those piercing golden eyes glared down at you, his expression stern as usual. Today he was in light blue scrubs and hightop white and gray Nikes. His thick black hair was splayed in all directions after removing his scrub cap. Tattoos on full display from his forearms down.

"Oh, I'm Sorry - I probably shouldn't be in here." you gently shifted her head off of your lap earning a soft grumble.

"Don't bother if she's comfortable," He stated evenly, "she needs to get used to good people."

With that he continued down to the main treatment area. You resettled against the wall and attempted to continue reading, albeit a bit distracted. In two years that was probably the most he had ever said to you that wasn't totally work related.

Did he just say you were a good person?

Weird.

"How's your girl doing?" Ikkaku, one of the treatment techs, asked making you jump a little.

She wasn't much taller than you and had long thick curly black hair. Her black scrubs were accented with yellow paw prints on the pockets and a navy stethoscope with a polar bear printed fabric cover rested around her neck.

"She's not mine," you chuckled.

"Not yet." She added adjusting her yellow headband, "Well I just came to check on her but it looks like you've got it under control. Let one of us know if you want to take her for a walk and we'll grab a sling for you."

"Sure." you smiled up at her just before she made her exit.

When your break was over Dr. Newgate was arriving with a caddy of coffees from Sanji's cafe nearby.

"What great timing I have." you smiled as the tall blonde handed your macchiato over, an order he had memorized after a few years.

"Don't say I never got you anything - yoi." he jeered.

You observed quietly for a moment while he teased Chopper about his afternoon tea. Marco was generally in a good mood. The even tempered doctor was harder to fluster than most, though he definitely had a mischievous side.

"Is there something on my face-yoi?" he asked glancing over at you.

"You're just awfully chipper today doc."

"Got nothin' to complain about." he shrugged.

"Whatever you say." you smiled back.

"I'm going back to my office before F/N starts grilling me-yoi." your boss shot you a pointed look as he stepped away from the desk.

The work day continued at a fairly even pace. A few more surgeries were on the books for Dr. Trafalgar while Dr. Newgate had rechecks and call backs. Before you knew it, it was the end of the day.

After the night staff did their rounds you decided to go say goodnight to Azul. As you made your way back to the runs you heard a familiar voice in a rather unfamiliar tone and slowed down.

"You really are a good girl aren't you?" Law was sitting on the floor in front of Azul feeding her Vienna sausages after setting her e-collar* aside.

He spoke to her with such a bright energy. It felt like he'd been replaced by a more chipper version of himself. You had never truly seen him interact with a patient. The techs always took his patients and clients to the exam rooms and brought them back to the reception desk for payment unlike Dr. Newgate who preferred to do that himself. This was incredibly endearing and admittedly a little redeeming. If he sounded this pleasant all the time perhaps fewer people would end the shifts in tears. You certainly wouldn't mind hearing this voice on the phone instead of his normal low energy melancholy timbre.

"Look how pretty you are," he rubbed under her chin and steadied her head to look over her curious little gray and white face while her tail thumped happily against the kennel wall.

You smiled to yourself.

Seeing him be so sweet to her made you happy for some reason. It was nice to see a softer side to the cold, stern doctor you knew. You almost wanted to make sure no one else got to witness it.

Quietly you backed down the hall and entered the lobby again. Chopper had already left for the day, all you had to do was lock up. Slipping into your favorite black knit sweater, you grabbed your bag and headed out to your car.

________________

"Hmm, I'm not sure that he hates you," your blonde friend placed the sandwich you'd ordered down in front of you, "sounds like he's that way to everyone."

"Maybe he just hates people." His husband muttered, picking a fry off of your plate.

Sanji slapped at his hand, "Damnit Mosshead, don't steal customer's food."

"Relax Waiter," the greenette leveled an amused smirk at his better half before shrugging, "it's just F/N."

"Don't involve me in your lovers' spats please." you chuckled.

"Ew." they said in unison turning back to you.

"Anyway," Sanji cleared his throat, "he hasn't actually been mean to you, yeah?"

"He hasn't been nice." you countered before taking a bite.

"If it's really bothering you, why don't you try to bond with him over something?"

"Or you could just leave him be," Zoro suggested, "you don't have to be friends with everyone."

"That's fair, I guess."

You'd become friends with Zoro and Sanji through Chopper. They were all part of a small group of close friends that had a tendency to pull others into their orbit. It was common now for you to drop by the cafe after work for a coffee or dinner. Before them you didn't socialize much. It wasn't that you didn't want to, your introverted nature just made it easy to be a bit of a loner. They'd adopted you and taken you on a few short adventures. It was exhausting but they were experiences you were grateful for and wouldn't have otherwise had.

After your small meal at Sanji's you made a stop by the grocery store to pick up a few things you needed to bake muffins you wanted to bring into work in the morning. After gathering the things you needed in the baking aisle you turned to see Law looking over the opposite side where the coffee and tea were. While you were still in your work clothes - he was dressed in an oversized black hoodie pulled up to cover his messy hair, dark gray sweats and sneakers that had more wear to them than the ones he wore at the hospital. He glanced over taking notice of you as you stood facing him just a few feet away.

Instinctively you raised your right hand and offered a short wave. His eyes seemed to widen a fraction before he quickly blinked and turned to walk away.

He definitely hated you.

*A cage card is a name tag placed on the kennels and runs in a vet hospital to identify patients

*E-collar - Elizabethan Collar - aka cone of shame

[xunegami]

BenxGwen: Road of Sin

'This one. This is the one. Otherwise we'll be on the road 'til morning.'

Gwen responded with irate silence. That meant it all—she knew he was right, but didn't want to give him the satisfaction of an answer.

Ben took it upon himself to carry all their necessary luggage from the rented —now stolen—car unto the room. He was so tired that all those tiny things that would've made him mad didn't matter anymore, like the thin, gentle raindrops that ended up making all of his clothes wet from going back and forth from the car to the motel's inn. Gwen was already gone mood-wise, anyway, he thought, and their little adventurous plan seemed already doomed, too. They had been travelling for around six hours before they wordlessly decided to spend the night there.

By the time he got into the room, Gwen was already in bed, her back facing the door. Ben knew she wasn't sleep, but that it rather was her way of saying 'fuck you.' Some mean things had come off of Ben's mouth during the trip and she had been silent for half of it. Then again, he was only retaliating for what he thought of as Gwen's casual way of humiliating him, still calling him names like they did since their tweens. He shrugged, put his stuff in the nearest chair and went straight to the bathroom to take a warm shower then leave all of that shitty day behind.

Although he tried to not mind her muteness, Ben would've much preferred being verbally told to fuck himself by Gwen. After all, she had a way with words when it came to cursing, blasphemies and telling people they were being assholes to their own face. And, suffice to say, she could be way gnarlier than him, which was one of the things he reluctantly loved about his cousin. Or, to put it into perspective, one of those things he had started to realize he loved about her, the more they entered their teens and young adulthood. The more, that is, they developed what they now had.

Ben took off his clothes, left a mess of them in the bathroom floor, entered the shower and turned on the left faucet. His thoughts started dissipating as soon as the hot water fell on his troubled head and worn-out body, relaxing all his muscles and giving him the opportunity to take a big breath.

'This was a mistake all alone, wasn't it?' he thought to himself. 'Grandpa must be so worried right now. Or pissed. Or both. We wrote that it would be temporarily, but that's a lie, and he probably knows it. He also probably knows what me and Gwen have been up to behind his back, and...'

The thoughts started dissipating, as they often do, becoming aimless carts on a railway, not really elucubrating as he would if his body and mind weren't so beat up. He closed his eyes, trying to clear out everything, all the words, sounds, visions, all the cacophony of worries and stimulus. A minute, maybe more, maybe five or ten, passed, then he heard the faint sound of the bathroom's curtain sliding to the side. At first he thought he had imagined it while listening to some similar noise, but the comforting aroma of Gwen's apricot body lotion let him know that, indeed, she was joining in his shower session.

Gwen embraced him from behind, sliding her soft hands and interlacing her long, thin fingers around his waist. He had become taller than she had (after all her shit-talking about his height), and now her chin rested on one of his shoulders.

'What are we gonna do now?' whispered Gwen. It sounded as if she had been crying.

'I don't know. You're the mature one' answered Ben, fixated on Gwen's beautiful nails, still remembering their argument from earlier. Her hands were now tied in a wrist grip. 'I'll do whatever you want me to do. That's all I want,' he added, as he started caressing her fingers.

'Then let's do it just like we did it the first time.'

It had been his way of leaving their mutual meanness behind, and her way of accepting the notion with repentance. It was a cycle they had been living through since they first started exploring each other, and it still had the effect of igniting their passion once again.

Her hands escaped Ben's caress and grazed down to his genitals. She started slowly stroking his cock, gently pulling back the foreskin, while using the other hand to lovingly run down her skeletal fingers through his toned hip bones, lower abs, testicles, butt cheeks, taint, then all way the back. Ever since the first time they saw each other naked she was surprised by the sheer size of what she joked would be Ben's 'tiny worm,' (especially its girth), but now Gwen had started loving almost every part of her cousin's body, which was getting more athletic each day. The mere act of exploring all his contours was enough to get her going, but she would rarely admit it to him. However, Ben knew, and she knew that too, but her silence about it kept the fire between them somehow .

Her hands, as delicate as they were, commanded Ben's body to turn over, then she kissed him with slow, tender passion. There was quite nothing for her own arousal like masturbating Ben in the shower while sucking out little moans from him, muted by the way she'd softly keep his mouth shutjust like she liked it. In time, she'd also give out a few moans, like she was tasting a most succulent treat, which in turn aroused Ben, as she could tell from the way his penis would throb in her caressing .

'Remember when... we first started doing this?' said Gwen in the middle of their prolonged kiss, in between little bites, interlacing of tongues and occasional redirections towards each other's chins, noses, cheeks and necks.

'Yes...' answered Ben likewise, gasping from the double stimulation. 'I couldn't believe... the body of a tomboy could be so... soft.'

Gwen stopped. She now had used her free hand to grab the back of Ben's neck. She smiled.

'...asshole.'

Then kept on kissing him, pushing him towards her .

—

The first time they had showered together was an act of spontaneous teenage curiosity, veiled in prideful spite. Ben had come on to the trailer one lazy afternoon, drenched in sweat after exploring the middle-of-nowhere town they were stationed at and joining in a group of fellow teenagers playing soccer. He knew Grandpa was out visiting an old friend of his, and only kind of new Gwen had met another girl at the local library which she had been seeing almost all three days they had been in that place. He was glad their little home was all to himself, and, before executing his plan of blasting some music while playing videogames, he wanted to take a cold bath to refresh .

Ben went directly to the bathroom, not even taking a moment to grab a snack or a glass of water, and, upon entering it, he was surprised to see the shower on. At first he thought someone was in there but he quickly realized it was empty after opening the curtain. Ben thought out loud, 'I guess either Gwen or Grandpa must've forgotten to turn off the shower? Doesn't sound like them. Maybe Grandpa is getting old, or Gwen is getting stupid. I'm going for the latter,' then laughed to himself.

He entered the shower, appreciating the fact that the water was already hot. Indeed, the trailer's heating system was slow to increase the water temperature, and it was always extremely cold at the start, which both Ben and Gwen hated, though Grandpa loved it, so he didn't care about fixing it. Ben closed his eyes while adjusting the water so that it was just at the right point where he could get refreshened without getting frozen. As soon as he found it, his mind starting dozing off, and almost stood there half-awake, half-asleep—a habit that wouldn't die even years later. While standing there, he thought he heard a silent gasp, but decided that it was just a product of his pleasant daydreaming, at least until he actually felt a finger tapping him on the shoulder.

His heart sunk into his stomach. His brain didn't even try to come up with an idea of who it could've been, it just went straight into survival mode. He opened his eyes wide open, turned around, and tried to grab both the hand that touched him and whatever else he could grab on to, without knowing who or, most probably, what —and an alien 'what' at that— was ambushing him, but it turned out to just be two limbs; thin, tender and most likely fragile. His left hand had grabbed a wrist, and the other had grabbed the midway point between a shoulder and an elbow. His eyes registered, no without lesser fear than before, who was in front of him.

Gwen's face was red hot. She had a slight expression of horror, looking at Ben right in the eyes like he was some sort of dangerous beast. She was wearing her pink bathrobe, but Ben's quick reaction and the way he had violently seized her wrist and arm, even pinning her against the bathroom wall, made the robe slightly drift down, showing one of her breasts. Soon enough, her horrified face changed into one of demonic anger. Ben would ways remember how loud and stingy that slap was.

It turned out that Gwen had left the water running on purpose, gone to the kitchen to grab an iced tea, then returned back to the bathroom expecting to find the water nice and warm. She had planned to scare him, after having gotten scared herself once she saw Ben was already in there without even hearing the trailer's door get opened, but his reaction was something she could've not predicted.

After both of them screaming out their respective explanations as to why they did what they did, Ben somehow ended up outside the shower, sitting naked on the toilet seat, while Gwen closed the curtain, still wearing and adjusting her bathrobe. She was livid at the possibility of Ben having seen one of her tits—after all, even though she had a developed body by then, her chest had not become her best feature in terms of volume, nor would it ever.

'This is bullshit,' Ben said as if talking to himself, clearly wanting Gwen to hear him. 'I was already enjoying my shower so much and now I'm all slippery over here.'

'Shut the fuck up, doofus,' was Gwen's biting reply. She was starting to get madder, but having being seen by Ben was not what was bothering her. It was the sole idea of him not liking what he saw. 'If you don't get out of here, I swear to God—'

'What are you gonna do? You think you would've break free if I didn't let you go? Don't make me laugh' answered Ben with a cocky attitude, fueled by the pain in his cheek. Gwen poked out of the curtain, redder than Ben had ever seen her.

'Listen, you shrimp, if I wanted to I'd...' she had to stop mid-sentence. Ben had only put a tiny towel on his crotch. He was basically sitting there naked.

Not only did the general picture shock her, now that she could see his body way more clearly than before, but she had noticed that Ben had in fact was well-toned. His skinny frame made his abs stand out impressively, and she could see his hip muscles all the way to that tiny piece of wool covering his genitals. Gwen felt a tingling on her neck. The redness on her face wouldn't go away, starting to become vermilion.

Some more insults were exchanged, and Gwen closed down the curtain again. Out of spite, Ben did not move away from the toilet. For at least a minute the only sound inside the tiny bathroom was the water falling down, until Gwen broke the silence.

'You really want to take a bath, huh?' she asked as if wondering out loud.

'Yeah, so?' answered Ben looking at the ceiling, unwilling to give out his ground.

Gwen gave out a deep, artificial sight.

'Alright, look... you're already there, I'm already here. Grandpa isn't coming until late at night... Whatever, hop in.'

Ben was incredulous. He thought she was playing with him. Maybe setting him up to punch him in the balls or something. The shower curtain opened.

'I won't look. Don't you look either,' Gwen said. She had already started washing her hair.

He joined her, and, although he was trying not to look, he caught a glimpse of Gwen's waist. He had never seen, nor guessed, how beautifully sinuous she was despite her thinness. There was something graceful about her slender body, like that of a ballerina. He started feeling blood flow down to his dick and got scared. No way he would get a boner from looking at that cootie queen's skinny back. He grabbed the soap and tried to get away from any thought.

But he had to take a peek again.

For the first time, something as innocuous as Gwen's back was suddenly gorgeous to him. She had her arms lifted while rubbing the shampoo on her head, so her spine made a fine and somehow feminine shape from her delts to her lower back and dimples. Not only that—her previously unassuming breasts had become succulent now, hanging like small forbidden fruit, at least just enough for him to see their margins from behind.

A full erection had now developed. Ben could not allow her to see. He turned away, facing the opposite direction, and tried to pretend he wasn't about to bust.

Some minutes later, the two of them were resting on the couch watching some TV, all freshened up.

They didn't talk about it for a week, but they both couldn't stop thinking about it either, nor could they stop trying to find an excuse to repeat it. They were chomping at the bit for Grandpa to go away again for a long period of time, but they had again moved on to another town, and it didn't seem that he had any acquaintances there, until suddenly he received a mysterious phone call and said he'd go away for a couple of hours, and to not wait for him awake.

At least an hour passed. Ben was playing some game on the TV while Gwen was reading some magazine, lying down on her stomach. She decided to move things along.

'I think I'll take a bath,' she said.

'Did you turn the water on already?', answered Ben.

'Yup.' She wouldn't take the eyes off her magazine, trying to pretend and be as casual as possible.

Just like the other time, a minute seemed to pass before another word was uttered between them.

'Well, wanna do it again?' she finally asked.

Ben was already hard. There was something tacit about that invitation. It wasn't a 'Do you need to take a bath too?' or a 'Remember that time when...?', but a straight piercing question about lust and desire, thrown out as the most normal thing in the world.

'Sure, why not,' was the only answer he could follow up with.

They entered the shower, and pretended they were going about their businesses, each looking the opposite way. Ben could not take it anymore, but he didn't want to be the first to do something either. He was also trying his best not to let his boner be obvious, but all of his worries stopped mattering, as soon as he heard Gwen's imperative voice once again.

'Turn around.'

He did, as if he was some sort of marionette. She didn't even let him ask what was the matter—as soon as their eyes met, she kissed him.

Having closed the gap between them, Gwen felt Ben's raging cock against her pelvis—she could feel it pulsating. What came afterwards was of the typical awkward fashion that spurs from two youngsters who, even though they already had had their small sexual adventures with previous partners, still did not have a clear sense of what to do. All that was in there, inside that small bathroom, was arousal, eagerness and the weird acidic pleasure that came from disliking —or thinking they did— each other, along with a catharsis steaming from the fact that they both had started to notice the attractiveness of the other just recently. They had never seen themselves as anything other their annoying counterparts, until adolescence had shown its fruits.

—

Now, in the motel, they had had their humble, though fair, share of experiences, with certain briefs boyfriends or girlfriends, and, every once in a while, each other. They had become their respective comfort zones, every time they had the urge and couldn't find another person to satiate it. Their disdain had not gone away though, but it did acquire a mutualistic tenderness they couldn't find anywhere else. After a point, they decided they wanted to be able to live out their desires away from Grandpa, if only temporarily, and so they had started their impromptu road trip.

As much as they had repeated it, that early passion had not gone away. At least not yet. They still felt like they were opening a forbidden chest and that they had to hurry as much as possible before someone found out. Even the motel receptionist could not know, by any means.

Every time they explored each other's bodies again, it had to be quick and frantic. Even as much as Gwen liked to caress and tend to Ben's toned muscles and girthy cock, there would always be an urgency in her touches. By the time they had come out of the shower and only slightly dried themselves with the same towel, the felt they had a short time window to finish their task. Ben pushed Gwen, rather harshly, on to the bed. She went from being half-covered with their shared towel to being completely naked, all spread, above the mattress. Gwen liked being treated with full force, and she knew she could take it. As such, she gave him a look of defiant desire.

Ben pulled her by the ankles, dragging her to the end of the bed, then pushed his hands on her thighs hard enough to leave marks for the day after. After such brief rapidity, he then slowly brought his hard cock closer and closer to her opened legs. It always had to be like this—a dilated introduction, as if they were still two nervous teenagers unsure of what they were about to do. It was always accompanied by both of them breathing heavily, then giving out deep sighs of pleasure once he'd entered her pussy, slowly reaching her inner limits.

The movement of Ben's hips did not delay itself in changing gears into full speed and force. Gwen started moaning what he always liked to hear, ever since they first did full coitus—'What are we doing, what are we doing, what are we doing,' then some variation of 'Faster, you fucking dweed!' before he'd had to cover her mouth with his hand, worried about being heard due to her getting progressively louder (and progressively nastier, too); but that was the thing—now they had all of the space and liberty to let her yell out whatever she wanted.

'Shove it all in, shove it all in,' she started chanting, grabbing Ben's buttocks. She could not get enough, and they both could not wait for their self-inflicting torture to end in sublimation.

'I said shove it all in and fuck me like you should, you fucking shrimp, you fucking thick-dick loser!!' she finally screamed. Ben accelerated his pace. He felt Gwen's fingers not only holding on to his ass, but also some of them sliding towards his crack, taint and balls.

'Fucking uptight two-faced cunt!!' he yelled back.

Ben went as deep as he could go, letting all of his sperm out. Gwen moaned like a young nun in the middle of an exorcism, her legs spread wide with Ben in-between them, thighs twitching and toes twirling, still grabbing his cheeks, with her mouth opened and an almost blank stare in her eyes. The twitching became spaced, giving out small intermittent moans and an 'oh fuck' here and there, while Ben's cum started dripping outside of her. Ben did some few extra strokes, with as much care as possible, then started kissing Gwen with utmost softness.

Maybe they didn't need to go back. Maybe they could live just like this and never give an explanation. And maybe they could accept their sins and return home, never daring to speak about all of it ever again. Without saying a word, they fell asleep as they were, right there in that moment, him on top of her, embraced by her legs, leaving their decision for the cold morning.

[dragonmasterhiccup]

———

“Why not?” She pleaded, looking at him hopelessly. “If you know where the nest is, you can still help them, just from a different island!”

She was biting down on her lip, hard, trying hard to conjure up a solution, one that would work at least a little bit in her favor.

“Well, we— we could build something permanent on a different island. I wouldn’t be upset about that. I mean, we’ve been running around for a long time anyways, and it could still be close to Berk…”

But eventually she realized that she was not winning this, and she just decided to give up. It was tiring, arguing with Hiccup, even when his idea would always end up ‘winning.’

“…Fine, we can build the hut here. When, when did you wanna start?” It was better to just go along with it right now, she thought. Like she kept reminding herself, Hiccup had sacrificed a lot for her, the least she could do is this is return, right?

"I'm trying to give my dad, and Berk, really, another chance. I can't exactly do that while living somewhere else, can I?"

"I know it's not an ideal situation, but what's the harm in building a hut here? I'm not saying we'll never go anywhere else, it's still very possible. I just need some time here, see how things pan out."

Hand to his chin, he thought about it. It was already mid-afternoon, so today wasn't an option. "Well camp out here tonight, start building tomorrow. But, we should go see Gobber about materials. If I remember right, there should be a separate store of them solely for hut builds and repairs. He'll know if there's enough for us. I'll draw up the plans, get us some rough estimates of what we'd need."

Pulling out his book, he got started, and it didn't take long for a blueprint to be made.

"We'd have our own rooms, but we'd share a wall. Mine will be bigger solely so Toothless will fit comfortably on his rock. There'll be a large common area, and a fireplace for cooking. As requested," he told her with a smile, "you will have a window facing East, so you can always see the sunrise."

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They flew back to the village, dismounting to walk the rest of the way to the forge.

Astrid, on her way back from training, spotted them, her eyes narrowing for a moment before widening in recognition, a gasp escaping her. She'd heard the rumors, but wouldn't allow herself to believe it. Not until she saw proof...and here it was.

She marched forward, promptly punching Hiccup in the arm. ."Aahh--ow! What, what was that for?" He abruptly cut himself off as his eyes met hers. "Astrid. Uh, you know what? I, I probably deserved that..."

Crossing her arms, she nodded, "Yeah. That was for making me think you were dead." Then, she quickly pecked his cheek. "That's for not dying--" and then she punched his arm again. "And that's for abandoning us."

Rubbing his arm, he asked, "Is, is that everything? Because I'd really prefer not to be punched again."

She gave a small nod, taking note of the scar on his cheek, and glancing down to see his prosthetic. "No more punches. At least for now. If you do anything stupid, I can't promise you won't get another."

"Fair enough."

"So, where have you been all these years? You're...you've changed." No longer was he the insecure, stammering teen. She could see how now held himself with confidence, and a hard look in his eye. He had seen battle, she knew that much, from the scars and his missing leg. There was still a softness there though, kindness in his eyes behind that guarded exterior.

It was such a drastic change, she couldn't help but wonder what caused it all.

He shrugged, dodging the subject, "A lot can happen in seven years. But you, you look well." He realized he was taller than her now. Not by much, but enough to notice. "Snotlout's a lucky guy."

She cringed, "Ugh, that muttonhead? No way!" Shaking her head, she nodded towards him, "You look well, too, by the way." she looked down at Danny, offering a smile. "I'm Astrid Hofferson. I'm an old friend of Hiccup's. Welcome to Berk."

That surprised Hiccup slightly. They had become friends only a couple of days before he left. He hadn't expected her to still think of him that way...or at all, really.

[dakotakazansky]

Ghost • Fourteen

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Warnings: 18+, Fluff, Angst, lots of Dumb Bitch Juice, Some Smut Pairings: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x OC & Javy ‘Coyote’ Machado x OC Word Count: 2,043

Kota

It's just after 3 PM and Jake and I stopped at a local gas station before starting our 5-6 hour drive to North Island. With snacks in hand we start our trip deciding we'll stop for dinner once we get into North Island. We roll the windows down, and turn on the local country radio station. With warm California air overwhelming our senses, and country music up loud, we are both in our happy place, being with each other. 

"You know Kazansky, I'd have never pegged you to be the country music listening kinda girl." I chuckle lightly to him, "Well I'm sorry to disappoint." He snaps his head in my direction, "Disappoint? Oh darlin' no, that just makes you that much more perfect." We laugh in unison before I jokingly say, "Ay, eyes on the road cowboy!"

After about an hour of driving and singing along to the radio like fools, I stick my hand out of the window and allow myself to feel the drag of the wind against my hand. I make my hand go against the wind like an airplane and let the wind pull my hand up like a plane taking off. I hear Jake laugh, assuming he looked over to see what I was doing or checking his mirrors and caught me acting like a kid. Without looking at him while being fascinated by the wind I say, "Let me know if you want me to take over driving Cowboy." He places his hand against my knee and gives a soft squeeze, "Will do darlin', but I'm good for now, maybe in an hour or so."

After about another hour goes by I can tell by Jake's body language that he's getting a little antsy about driving. "Hey why don't we stop here at this Historic Park that's coming up in about 10 mins, we can get out, stretch our legs, walk around for a little bit and then I can take over driving the rest of the way?" I watch him let out a soft sigh of relief, "Kota you're a blessing." I nudged his side, "Thanks for finally noticing!" I joke with him. 

We approach Fort Tejón State Historic Park, and we hop out of the truck. We stretch our legs by walking a short way on one of the trails before we return to the truck. I jump into the driver side, while Jake happily gets into the passenger side, but slides all the way over the bench seat to be right next to me. "Sorry Cowboy." I say as I adjust his mirrors to my height. "Next time remind me to get you a booster seat, so you'll leave my damn mirrors alone." He jokes back at me. I push him away, "Damn that's a cheap shot Cowboy! Plus you wouldn't be able to handle me sitting taller than you anyways." I joke back. 

We begin the rest of our drive down to North Island, at this rate it'll be almost 10 or 11 PM when we get there. I've got one hand on the wheel and the other is resting on the back of the bench seat. Jake leans over to lay his head on my shoulder. I start running my fingers through his hair knowing it's something very comforting to him. 

Before I know it he's out like a light. I reach over to the controls on the wheel to turn our loud music down so he can rest easy. I'm glad I'm the one currently driving, because from how quickly it took him to fall asleep, he probably didn't sleep much last night. Did he just not sleep well or could he have been worrying about me too much to sleep last night. I think to myself some more and assume it was because of worrying about me, it would explain why he was awake as soon as I rolled over last night. 

I can't help but adore the man leaning against my shoulder. I think back on everything he and I have been through, and wonder if maybe Tate was right, maybe I should make the first move, or well second at this point. I start to feel him stir beside me, and continue to run my fingers through his hair, sometimes lightly scratching his scalp. I begin to hum along to the songs on the radio, and at some points even softly sing along. Jake calms back down and we finish the drive to North Island. 

I softly shake him after I put the car in park outside of the base housing office, since we both have to go in to get our keys. "Hey cowboy, we're at the housing office, let's go get our keys and head home for the night." He wakes up, and we go inside to grab our keys and get our address, and keys and get back in the truck. I drive us to our new home for the next three and a half months. 

I help Jake into the house, and get him to the bedroom. "Hey, why don't you go ahead and go to bed. I'm not tired yet, I'll start bringing in the lighter boxes, starting with the blankets and bedding." He nods sleepily, and decides to go wash up in the bathroom while I grab the box full of bedding. I start putting the sheet on the bed, and he finishes washing up, and helps me get the other side of the sheet on the bed, I then toss him my pillows from my bed, and my blanket and we get those situated. 

He climbs into bed, "Kota make sure you come to bed soon, don't try to be the hero and get everything unloaded tonight." I chuckle at him, "Don't worry Cowboy, I'll be up soon." He looks at me sleepily, "You promise, because I really want my Kota snuggles." I look down at him, "Yes cowboy I promise, don't try to stay awake just for me, you need sleep." He nods against the pillow closing his eyes. I leave the room and start unloading the light boxes and bringing them into the house. I save the heavy ones, and the unpacking of the boxes for us tomorrow.

I quietly walk back into the bedroom, and look over at the man finally sleeping peacefully in bed, and smile. I go to wash my face and change into some pjs in the bathroom to try not to disturb him with the lights. I crawled into bed next to him and you'd have thought this man was a heat seeking missile, because as soon as I got in bed, while still asleep, he pulled me in tightly to him. 

—

The following morning we woke up, and decided to go out to get some breakfast since all our belongings were still packed up and we wanted to eat before unpacking since we accidentally skipped dinner. We eventually ended up at a little coffee shop near the base, called Clayton's Coffee Shop. Jake and I each order the 2 egg breakfast combo with ham for me and bacon for him. We split an order of the Strawberry Shortcake Waffles. 

Once we've finished breakfast we go back home and start unloading the rest of the boxes from his truck. We spend the rest of the morning and some of the afternoon unloading and unpacking the boxes and getting our house set up. We stand in the middle of the open concept living room/dining room/ kitchen area and just feel proud of ourselves. "I can't believe one how quickly we got all of this done, but two, holy shit we made it to Top Gun." I say to Jake. "Honestly it feels like a dream come true." Jake says back to me. 

"Well should we go explore a little bit around the base since it's only Thursday and Top Gun doesn't start until Monday?" He grabs the keys off the counter, "You don't have to ask me twice! Let's go explore the town of our new home for the next three and a half months!" We both run out to the truck, and begin to just drive around town becoming familiar with where all the grocery and drug stores are, where the NEX's are, and all the restaurant and coffee shops are.

During our exploration of the town, we found where the Hard Deck was and I remember my parents and Uncle Mav talking so much about this bar. Jake and I took a break from exploring to go sit on the beach and just listen to the sounds of the waves. I got a text message from Tate, saying that they'd be here within the next hour. I told her Jake and I explored a little bit and then texted her a photo from where Jake and I were sitting on the beach. 

I sat on the beach hugging my knees to my chest, while I was glad to be here with Jake, I was really saddened by the fact that I had dreamt of this moment with Bradley by my side, we had always talked about one day going to Top Gun together. I guess Jake could tell something was amiss because he wrapped an arm around my shoulder pulling me closer to him, "You okay Kota?" He questions. 

"Yeah I'm okay, just thinking about how being at Top Gun was a dream that Bradley and I had together." I say looking at Jake. 

"I'm sorry Kota, when's the last time you spoke to him?" He begins rubbing my arm softly. 

"Oh, like an actual conversation, many years ago, but I do try to text him for the holidays, or birthdays, or tell him I'm there for him when the anniversary of his parents' deaths comes around." I say sighing, missing Bradley, so I take the photo I had sent to Tate and send it to Brad too, with the caption, ‘Remember when we dreamt of this moment’.

I knew better than to expect a message back from him, he seemed to only message me back on the holidays I guess to be nice. Jake and I sat in silence for a little while longer and just let ourselves for once lose track of time. We were eventually interrupted by Jake's phone ringing. "It's Javy." He said looking down at his phone. "I think we're about to get roped into helping them unpack." I say laughing. 

Jake answers the phone and the conversation went as such: 

Jake: Hello

Javy: Hey man, what  are you and my little  buddy Ghost up to?

Jake: Nothing really, we're  still just sitting  at the beach. 

Javy: Would you both mind  coming to help Tate and I unpack?  Tate in the background: Pleeeeease?!

Jake: (laughing) Only if you guys  buy us dinner and beers.

Javy: Done deal,  I'll text you the address,  we're pulling up there soon.

 

Jake: Sounds good man,  we'll leave as soon  as we get the address. 

Javy: Thanks guys, we really owe you. 

Jake: No problem man,  we'll see you soon. 

—

Jake stands up as his phone goes off again, and reaches out his hand to help me up. We walk back over to his truck and make our way over to Tate and Javy's new place. We savored the ride over to their house, as it would be our last little bit of peace and quiet until we finished helping Tate and Javy unpack. 

I think to myself, come on Kota this could be your chance to tell him how you feel. I try to put on my brave big girl pilot pants, and begin, "Hey Cowboy?" Jake looks over to me for just a second before returning his eyes to the road, "Yeah?" I rub my hands on my thighs to try to calm my nerves but ultimately chicken out of what I really wanted to say, and instead said, "Thanks for earlier, you know, comforting me while we sat on the beach." He reached over to give my knee a little squeeze, "Of course Darlin', I'm always gonna be there for you." 

I melt at him calling me Darlin', I could never get tired of that. We go back to our comfortable ambiance of low volume country music and waves crashing. I beat myself up mentally, Damn it Kota you chicken, you should've just told him.

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[mondaymelon]

never again. (yandere!childe x gn!reader)

warnings! this series will contain yandere implications, mentions of murder, kidnapping, stalking, and blackmail usage.

(a/n) this post contains triggering topics and generally dark themes. please read at your own risk. ^^ requests are open! 2/4✩

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He had let you go once. It had been a foolish mistake. And since then he vowed to never do so again.

To you, he had always been Tartaglia, your always joking around higher-up. The two of you were close, both of you having been from Shneznaya and training in the same working regimen for a little over three years now. Tartaglia had grown to be powerful enough for the position of Harbinger, but you on the other hand maintained as a Fatui general, which was just fine by you. Leading people in battle and going over war tactics was certainly a much easier job than having to give a pep talk to new recruits.

Just the thought of having to be all cheery and go-happy made you shudder. Tartaglia had despised the idea too, but had eventually gotten used to it over the months.

Still, he always tried to make time for you despite his hectic schedule. It was sweet, to say the least. He even invited you to a tavern once and had you try alcohol for the first time. The vodka had been bitter but slightly sweet, and you found yourself to enjoy it in the presence of the familiar man.

However, after he was sent to settle things in Liyue, and you in Inazuma, the two of you had no choice but to part ways. He had cried then, after he had heard the news. The moment he had saw you, his face broke into a teary expression and he had ran over to give you a tight hug.

"I'm going to miss you so much…!" He had mumbled into your ear, still holding onto you with his strong grip. "…I can't even begin to understand what it's going to be like without you."

"You're going to be okay, Taglia. I just know it." You patted the males back, slightly puzzled on what to do next. As he released his grasp on you, he only stared at you with his shimmering azul eyes.

"But I won't even be able to talk to you anymore." The male pouted. "And who'll take your place as my drinking buddy?"

"Oh- I'm sure you'll find someone." You waved your hand nonchalantly, grinning sheepishly at the boy in the hopes of giving him some comfort. "Besides, we'll still be able to exchange letters."

"But no one can replace you!"

"Tsarista's orders are Tsarista's orders, Taglia. We have to leave, but it's not the end."

"Then why does it feel like it is?"

You blinked at the male, startled. He never usually acted like this, so full of emotion or having such a large willpower or opinion on something. It made you… confused, to say the least. "I think what you need is some rest. We depart tomorrow morning, right? Let's say our goodbyes then and not dwell on such sad things now."

"…"

"Okay?"

"Alright."

"Good." Reaching up at the taller male and standing on your tippie-toes, you managed to give him a couple reassuring headpats. "Now then, let's go eat dinner, okay?"

"Okay."

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"You'll watch over them, right?" Tartaglia scanned his blank eyes across the row of kneeling soldiers in front of him, searching for any signs of weakness. If they were to be the people tasked with guarding his favorite person in the whole of Teyvat, he had to make sure they were more than competent.

"Yes, sir." They all responded in unison.

"And you'll make sure they don't get hurt?"

"Yes, sir."

"Hmmm… then…" The harbinger whipped out his bow in a single fluid moment, easily creating a pair of blades that swirled with elemental energy. "Come on then, it's time to test your strength. Let's spar."

"S-Sorry?"

"Did you not hear me the first time? Get up, soldiers, and ready your weapons, for here I come!" With that, the male leaped into a battle stance, eyes glimmering with excitement. A hesitant Electrohammer Vangaurder stepped up the challenge, steadying his grip on his weapon as he stared down the ginger with glowing violet eyes. Letting out a mighty yell, he brought down the load, crackling with electro energy, and split the floor just as the harbinger leapt into safety.

"Too slow. Are all of you this pathetically weak?"

A particularly swift pyro agent speeded through the ranks, disappearing into the scenery as he used his invisibility techniques. Shooting a hand out into the seemingly empty air, Tartaglia caught the man by the throat and lifted him up into the air with a manic smile spreading across his face.

"Weak."

He repeated the word as he brought a swarm of pyroslinger bracers to their knees, clutching their bloody sides.

And yet again as he drove and weaved his blades about the whole of cryo and hydro gunners, the fatui legionares pointing their guns only at empty air before realizing that the harbinger was behind them and already knocking them out with the brunt of his blade.

And he said it one last time as the last cicin mage was rendered unconscious, collapsing to the ground, lamp flickering weakly.

"How will you ever protect my darling when all you can do is be weak? This won't do. This won't do at all." Staring at the carnage that he had made, still figures and splatters of blood covering the floor, he only let out a little laugh.

"That's right. It should be me. I was a fool to trust them. It should be me by your side, protecting you from every danger. I am the only one who can do it. It should be me. Me." He didn't seem to care if anyone was listening, after all, who could stop him? He had seen them, all of them, all of their pathetic little bodies crumpling onto the ground like the fleas they were.

"Don't worry, darling. I'll make sure to get through to you somehow and take care of all the... annoyances in your path. All you need to do is trust me." With that, the bloodied harbinger stumbled away, grabbing his coat off of its rack and readying a steed. "I'm leaving now. Don't send anyone after me." He imparted a few quick words to the guard at the watch tower, deciding to ignore the flitting look of horror on his face.

"We'll meet again soon. I'll make sure of it."

-- end of part 1.

(part 2 coming out 3/7/2023)

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[sihtricfedaraaahvicius]

I have been thinking of ways to make it a fun read for those who want to know about my comic con trip. This is the best I could do.

it was my first time going to a con alone, I have massive social anxiety and am still trying to learn how to live with adhd/sensory overload issues

this was a really, really big deal as I have never done this for any other series/group of actors

At 10AM their Q&A panel started

I was in disbelief seeing Alex, Arnas, Mark and Timothy 

In real life?????? WHAT?????

They are ALL beautiful!!!!!!!!!!!

No, really, so beautiful?? And for what???

also funny as hell

It eased me knowing how good their energy was

After the panel Arnas walked past me

He didn't look at me tho (well my back was turned to him at first)

but I did fuck up the text message I was writing when I saw him so close once I looked up

My first photo op was with Arnas an hour later

Boy I was nervous

Legit thought I would pass out seconds before

He said HELLO

And suddenly I was looking into his eyes

HIS!!!! EYES!!!!!!

I was so flustered because wow????? 

WOW!!

also he looks taller on tv???

But JUST AS BEAUTIFUL IRL

"Do you want to pick me up?" I blurted out

"I? you? SURE!" he stammered

Mans really went for it and picked me up

I thought we were posing already

But lil dude leaned in closer to me

Supported me with his thigh too???

Oh man those thighs….

Whewhhh

Also after the pic I saw my leg had rested onto his leg too???

But yeah so basically he had me in his arms AND in his lap??

He felt so warm

And soft

So comfortable… 

what was I saying

OH, right, the picture so yes

After he put me back on my feet we both looked a lil??? Lost???

And I asked for a quick hug which he gave and HHHHH

I thought I looked really silly in my pic but when I saw it I nearly screamed

I love it

Okay then my picture with Mark and Arnas

I was still nervous but also hyper as fuck at that point (bc my meds kicked in)

You had to wait around a lil corner before your pic got taken

The group pics were taken all together, so Alexander was there and I think Timothy too but honestly I didn't see him because well:

I walked in the booth and did my regular HELLO *jazz hands/deer in headlights*

What was I thinking???? Lmao

And I locked eyes with Alexander and WOW

Beautiful man

But he got shoved away by the staff because I only had a photo with Mark & Arnas

sorry

Mark: wow that was high energy (he chuckled aaaaahhh)

"YOU!!!!" Arnas yelled with big eyes

Mark: do you have a pose in mind?

Me: no, I'm just?????

Mark: okay we'll-

Arnas blurted out(and I type in caps so you understand how hyper he was and how FAST he rambled): I HAVE AN IDEA!!! YOU COME STAND HERE *he pointed next to him* AND WE LIFT YOU UP BY YOUR HANDS LIKE THIS *he grabbed my hand!!!!* IS THAT OKAY? *looking into my eyes* ARE YOU- ARE YOU SAFE????? *he nodded with a lowkey concerned look*

Mans was really double checking if I was comfortable with his idea

Arnas really wanted to lift me up again huh????

They took my hands

Mark placed his hand on my upper arm

Arnas wrapped his hand around my elbow

luckily everything went so fast I could not think about that one fic request in my messages which I almost finished about a threesome with Sihtric and Finan

ANYWAY

I looked at Mark

Who gave me a mild concerned smile????? dude????

"Just don't drop me" I whispered under my breath

And they lifted me up and for some reason everyone in the room went like "ooohhh" admiringly

???? idk why

Probably because they lifted me very graceful and smoothly

Once I was back on my feet again I thanked Mark as Arnas ran to the photographer

Arnas: wait, I think I looked down when you took the photo, let me see??

I froze midway, looking at Arnas, and I shrugged like??? Is the pic good???

Everything seemed fine and I thanked them again and walked off

I like to believe Arnas just wanted to take the pic again so he could lift me up once more HAHA

Just kidding

I didn't noticed during the pic itself but Arnas stood adorably close to me while Mark was more casual 

and MARK'S FACE LMAOOOOOO

I just crack up every time I see the pic

Mark really squished my arm tho

Also why does Arnas look so good?? 

I don't even know what his expression is but yes please

Also, Arnas, clean your sneakers baby boy

AUTOGRAPH TIME (only Arnas tho, I'm a broke girl)

I brought the Lords of the North book for him to sign (first book Sihtric appears in)

Arnas: wauw!!! Lords of the North!! Can I- is that inside?

Me: ehhh I would prefer it if you uhh like on the cover…

(I misunderstood him, I only noticed when I heard our conversation back, he meant if it was really the book inside the loose cover, but I thought he wanted to sign inside the book)

Arnas: just an autograph? or???

Me, feeling confident: you can write an entire poem if you want

Arnas: I can write a poem?

Me: go nuts…

Arnas: Sanne, Sanne… in the sky…. Sanne, Sanne…. Sanne, Sanne, like the sun… this is gonna be weird. Sanne, Sanne, like the sun… shine upon us, will you hon?

hon????????????????

Yeah I died

I watched him write and noticed how he writes like me

Me: I love how he just gradually gets larger handwriting

Arnas: that's my like-

Me: NO BUT SAME (I feared I offended him, I speak without thinking sometimes)

Arnas: No, no, but the people are- they say you have mental issues if you like- if your writing goes like this

Me: no! But it's, yes! But I think it's an ADHD thing, which is what I have

Arnas: you like… like… yeah

Me: And since my childhood they were like "your handwriting is…it's really bad"

Arnas: Yeah! Yeah, I've been, always been told that.

Me: and I can't write like this… I always write every letter together

Arnas: I know! I've someth- when I, if I j-journal I usually do that, but I'm, I'm trying to copy my dad because his handwriting is… *gets distracted by his poem* shine upon us…

Arnas: taking a lot of space. I did write a poem! I don't know, you told me to. I hope I didn't mess it up.

(I reassured him he didn't)

I asked if he wanted to take the selfie after that

Arnas: absolutely! SANNEEEEEEEE!!!! 

Here we just both had the zoomies 

He fumbled with the popsocket on my phone and I lowkey gestured apologising?????

Arnas: I love these. *wrapped his arm around me*. No, no, I just wanna put my finger in this(the popsocket!!). Cause I always, I always rip them off

Me: oh don't do that

Arnas: well, cause, OH

He accidentally took the photo already as he was rambling

He took a few pics

Arnas: give us a hug *he leaned in*

Me: distracted as he had just handed my phone

Arnas: GIVE US A HUG

Me: wAIT of course

*he pulled me in*

Oh my god?????

Me, after hug: I also wanted to tell you that-

Arnas: you smell nice!

?????????????????????

Me: oh thank you! But I wanted to tell you that I recently saw Deadly Code, because my boyfriend is from Lithuania too so-

Arnas: OOOOH I saw you!! You lived there, right????

Me: wait, no, what???

Arnas: because I saw the pictures on instagram! I mean you tagged me and you had pictures of Lithuania, right?

Me, somehow very boldly: were you stalking my page? (jokingly)

Arnas: WELL… you tagged me in something and I was like "who is this girl?" and then I went to your page and I saw the pictures

Please know that I only tagged him in a few of my insta stories about TLK, and I know he only saw the first one I tagged him in, which is nearly two months ago now????? So it had to be that time he went to my page and why tf did he remember

I'm crying

Asdhbfjkhk

He then asked my boyfriend's name and told me to greet my bf in Lithuanian

I thanked him in Lithuanian and he said it back to me, and said something like he'll see me next time again (guess I kinda have to meet him again now huh)

After that I went to Alexander his line, next to Arnas, for a selfie

Arnas looked at me several times again as I was waiting there

It made me nervous so I tried to avoid his eyes LMAO

ALEXANDER

Oh my, so sweet, so calm!!!!

Complete opposite of Arnas his chaotic energy

Such an angel

All of them are angels btw

And then I went home bc tired

Later that night I made a lil insta post about the day and explained to my followers how it went and how I handled it, as they know what big of a deal it was for me to do all this on my own

Then Arnas liked my post the next morning

And he fucking commented: WELL DONE

And now I'm here….

Still smiling like an idiot

Also my bf was legit a bit bitter about Arnas his behaviour and his words to me

oopsie

Anyway

yeah that was it... this post is way too long. I don't have the digital pics yet so yeah this is it

[vorish-wonderland]

So i'm pretty new to this account but your stories bring a lot of comfort. Could you maybe have Azul (is that how you spell his name? Sorry if not) swallowing the reader and keeping them inside him as like a loving gesture if that's possible? I just kinda wanna read something by you where the reader is kept inside to like make sure they're safe from the outside world they came from and in a way as a way to say "i love you" (platonically) with his actions, it'd be cute.

Includes: soft/safe vore, some fluff just for you :)

★✦Without A Contract✦★

☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ☆ﾟ⁠.⁠*⁠･⁠｡ﾟ

Azul didn't expect his life to be changed the day he found a tiny human living in the VIP room...

At first, he thought it was quite silly, the way you begged for your life and such. He decided to keep you around purely out of pity (how merciful he is!)

But now, you two are... friends! He brings you food, and you give him good conversation while he works on private business stuff. And he'll hide you under his hat whenever his taller, more predatory friends enter the room.

You were sitting on his desk as he worked on business stuff.

"Azul, why did you let me live that day?" You suddenly asked. "You could've easily killed me, and my kind are seen as nothing more as pests, so... why didn't you do it?"

"Hm? I..." Azul paused. "I don't really know, (Y/N)... I guess I just felt bad for you."

"...do you think that we'll be the same size in our next lives?" You asked, looking upwards at him. "I'd like it if we were."

"And why's that?"

"Because I want to give you a hug someday." You simply responded. "A real one. Not just hugging your finger, or your wrist, or your face... your whole body!"

Azul gently patted your head with his finger.

"That would be nice, (Y/N)."

Azul grabbed you and brought you up to his face, softly squishing you against his cheek.

"I'm glad I met you." He whispered to you. "Waiting for our next lives will take so long... I could make a growth potion for you if you'd like!"

"You... you would really do that for me...?" You asked. Azul moved his hand away from his cheek, now just having you sit down in his hands a few centimeters away from his face. "N-not to sound rude, but... I-I don't know. I've seen firsthand that you can be... kind of shady with your deals-"

"No contract required." Azul assured you. "Just an agreement between friends. I could even... get you enrolled at my school, if you'd like."

"That's nice of you and all, but I just... I still don't get it..." You sighed. "I don't provide you you anything, so... why? Why did you let me live...?"

Azul simply leaned down and kissed you on the head.

Then, he sucked your head into his mouth. Though, it wasn't aggressive, or scary, or anything like that, it was... very gentle.

It felt safe.

Azul softly pushed the rest of your body into his mouth.

You should probably be scared right now, right...? So why aren't you?

It feels... nice.

And then, Azul swallowed you.

You don't know why you were so calm about the whole thing. Azul could be trying to get something from you, he could be trying to force you into a contract, but, for whatever reason... you weren't scared.

"Let's fall asleep together, ok?" Azul asked as he felt you arrive at his stomach. "I'll keep you safe in there all night. I promise."

Inside it was... warm, and soft... you actually liked how it felt inside of him.

"I'd be ok with that." You said, resting your head against the wall of his stomach. It was nice and comfortable...

Azul suddenly told you something right as you were about to fall asleep.

"I'll make you that growth potion tomorrow, (Y/N)."

The next day, you were amazed. You were finally at the same size as your friend, you were at eye level with him without him having to lift you up to his face.

"Do you like it, (Y/N)?" Azul asked. "If you want me to, I could keep providing you this potion, and-"

You cut him off as you hugged him as tight as you could.

"Thank you so much, Azul..." You whispered, very nearly crying.

Azul hesitated for a second or so, before deciding to return your hug.

"You're welcome."

[reigenhusband]

Psychic Wedding Time!

Art by @/cowboyologist

After months of holding back, we finally tied the ole knot! Me and the conman are officially hitched today September 10, 2021!

This silly little blonde anime man means an awful lot to me and its really more than I can say. These months with him have been a great help.

When I went through some of the roughest things I've ever gone through, I had him to think about for comfort. He is a little part in what keeps me going and I wish I could thank him for everything. He sparks a lot of joy so I think I'm gonna keep him!

I've never been happier and I'm so lucky to call him husband! He's had such a positive impact and I love him so, so much.

Special thank you to my friends and of course our son Mob who carried the rings!

Under the cut is a little fic about getting ready for the wedding. Thanks everyone for your support!

Reigen squinted at his reflection, dark eyes hauntingly focused on a strand of hair that didn't take to the product he put in it. A grunt of dismay rumbled low in his throat.

"Um…Reigen?" 

"Just a second, Serizawa. Almost got it."

The taller man's voice wavered but he managed to hold fast and keep his confidence. Reigen could almost hear his hands wringing. 

"Er...Well. Its just...you've been staring at yourself for a little over 20 minutes now and you haven't moved and…"

Reigen sucked his teeth and pressed his palm firmly to the side of his head. Damned strand of hair! Slick like the rest of it! Don't you know know day it is?!

"What I mean is..! Are you alright?" Serizawa finally asked, his voice heavy with concern. "Since it's your wedding and all I figured you'd be nervous but you seem really on edge. Is something bothering you?" 

The blonde twitched.

 "W...what are you talking about? Of course not! I'm calm and-" He stopped abruptly and slammed his hands flat on either side of the mirror, his eyes wide and bloodshot upon inspection of his suit. A fleck of black thread pervaded his white vest and he looked around frantically for the lint roller. "You thought you could hide but you can't best Reigen Arataka." He muttered as he furiously went over his all but pristine wedding attire. 

His best man scratched his own cheek nervously and looked on with clear uncertainty. "If you're sure." 

Once he was satisfied after a thorough inspection and having Serizawa scrutinize the back, he dropped into a chair. Nearby was a table decorated in what was probably a thousand congratulatory flowers from clients. He exhaled and stared a hole into the arrangement of colors. His heart was pounding. His brow, coupled with his hands, were visibly slick with chilled sweat. His stomach was full of stones. 

He met his own gaze in the mirror again. He looked well kept and yet...disheveled at the same time. Come to think of it, his face was flushed the shade of his usual pink tie. The last 3 days without sleep also hollowed out dark circles under his eyes. His shirt collar began to feel more and more constricting as time went on no matter how much he tugged on it. 

Maybe he really was scared. 

He didn't doubt that he loved Mitty. In fact, he wanted to be with him more than anyone. A case of cold feet wouldn't change that. It was himself he was wrestling with here. 

Spirits, monsters, and deadly espers. He'd faced them all and came out on top. But they were nothing compared to these looming expectations to be a person to rely on. This wasn't something he could bullshit his way through. This was marriage. Mitty was going to see the warted underbelly of when he was Reigen the man instead of Reigen the psychic. His fiancé was going to experience sides of him he only revealed when he was alone. Would he still like him even then?

Reigen was good at a lot of things but this had to be the one that counted most. Could he really be a good partner forever? 

Was he really going to cut it as a husband? 

"Hey, Serizawa?" Reigen asked, not looking at him. 

The man's shoulders lurched at his name suddenly being called. He straightened his back. "Oh! Yes sir?"

"Do you think we'll be good together?" 

Silence sat heavily for a moment. Every second felt longer than the last. 

His friend seemed taken aback by the question but nonetheless looked at the ceiling as though collecting the right words to answer. "Well…"

Another moment passed and Reigen waited with his hands clasped and breath baited. 

"I've never been with anyone so I can't say for certain what a good relationship is but," A compassionate smile spread across the esper's face before he continued, visibly more sure of his words. "I think you and Mr. Mitty understand each other. You always seem to know what the other is thinking. You motivate each other to be better and you seem happy when you're together. And...and you trust each other too. And I think that's whats important." 

Reigen looked at the velveted floor. "Then…"  

"You've become more honest by being with him and he talks like you're really important to him. So please...get married if it makes you both happy! I think you can really be something!" His friend was beaming with 

what Reigen could only say was genuine assurance. 

"I really believe you'll take care of each other." 

His co-worker actually really was resourceful. Maybe someday he ought to pay him more. The uncomfortable feelings waned slightly and his shoulders slowly slacked. Mitty was waiting for him so now wasn't the time to lose it. 

After a few seconds of letting his feelings iron themselves out, he stood and smoothed his hands over his suit jacket. "Well alright then. If thats what you think then I guess there's no backing out of this one." 

Serizawa pressed his hands together in delight. "YES! I've got your back, Reigen!" 

The door into the hallway opened and a set of black eyes peered into the room. "Master, It's starting. Are you coming?" 

The jarring announcement had him scrambling to fix the piece of hair he'd been fussing with. 

"OF COURSE." He jabbed his thumb into his own chest to feign total confidence. "Right behind you, Mob!" 

He held his breath. Alright, let's do this. 

Mitty POV

Teal eyes darted around the room carefully. 

"Hey...Dimple? You there?"

The whizzing of the spirit materializing buzzed next to his ear. 

"Yeah whaddya want? You're on soon, aren't you?" 

Mitty jabbed his right hook into the air where the voice was coming from. "AGH WHAT THE HELL?"

A swift flash of green dodged his reach. 

"HEY, why are you hitting me?! You asked for ME, remember?" The ghost clucked his tongue in disapproval and floated a few inches away for safety. 

"WELL MATERIALIZE WHERE I CAN SEE YOU, YOU BIG BOOGER! I'm on edge!" 

"On edge? What for? You're the one who wanted this, right?"

"W..well….yeah, sorry." He looked at his clenched fist and opened it. "...sorry." He said again more thoughtfully this time. 

Dimple raised a spectral eyebrow. "Whats wrong? Having second thoughts? I mean it's Reigen so who can blame ya."

Mitty scowled while straightening his tie in the mirror. "Hey! REIGEN'S…." His voice softened closer to a whisper. "A pretty good guy. Get off my case. Aren't you supposed to be my support? You're being kinda harsh!" 

"Well kid, something is obviously on your mind so let's hear it. Wedding starts soon right? Yeesh. Once you do all this he's your problem forever." 

"I'm not worried about him!! I'm more worried about...me."

"About you? What're you talkin' about?! You're too good for him!"

"Thanks for the flattery. You still can't have my body though."

"Well I didn't want it anyways, ya bastard. You're weak compared to Shigeo. I'm just being honest here!" 

Silence.

"So? Out with it, What did you want anyways? You're talking nonsense here!" 

Mitty wrinkled his nose in discomfort.  "I just needed to ask something. But you can't run your mouth off like you always do, you old gossip. You're like a knitting circle."

"TCH. like I'd blabber your business to someone. It's all so boring."

"Yeah, yeah just listen, alright?!"

Another few seconds passed. "So? Say it. We don't have all day, you know."

He was looking at his hands again like he was somewhere far off. "Well. D...D'you think I'll be good at this?" 

"Good at what, exactly?" 

"Being married." 

Dimple's form rippled with thought. "You're seriously worried about that?"

Mitty was going to make a sharp remark but his head dropped and his face buried into his knuckles. "Yeah."

Dimple deflated slightly in exasperated defeat. Humans could be so ignorant. 

"Listen. That fraud never shuts up about you. You think you're not good enough? You should hear him talk. It's annoying how you both don't realize things."

"Realize things?"

He sighed and shrugged his tiny arms. "I hear everything whether you like it or not. You two idiots never stop talking and moaning about the other is too good for the other. It's getting old, really." 

"HUH? He says that? No way! But he's always beaten me at everything! I always thought he was way out of my league." 

 "Kinda the opposite actually but...sure. What I'm saying is…! You're both seeing the best parts of each other. Keep doing that and it'll be smooth sailing."

"Yeah but...what if he stops seeing the best in me?'

"You planning on making things hard?" 

"Not really. I just know I can be difficult to deal with." 

"So is he. You really think you got this far because Reigen's all roses and sunshine? 'Course not. You've seen all the stuff he does and you still like him, right?" 

He certainly was flawed, that was for sure. Mitty spent most of Reigen's antics with his eyes rolled up in his head but that didn't mean he wasn't enjoying the moment either. 

"Right."

"Then it's the same for him. Sure it won't always be fun but that phoney won't give up on you just because you're annoying. He's way too persistent. It kind of ticks me off." 

I'm annoying???  That stung but he shook it off.

Reigen was going to have to deal with him for the rest of his life once they said the right words. But if Dimple was right...would it be so bad to annoy each other for the rest of their lives if the other was willing to put up with it? 

Reigen seemed okay with it so far. Mitty would just have to listen to him make a fuss about his coffee table clutter until he died. But really, he wouldn't have that any other way. His voice was kind of cute when he hit that inhuman octave he had when he was in disbelief. 

The door from the hall swung open and a blond clad in what was perhaps the most blinding and loud suit he had ever seen poked his head in. 

"Oh, You're still in here? It's bad luck to be late on your wedding day! Master Reigen is waiting. " He cocked his head to the side. "Or did you need some help with your suit? Its looking a little plain." 

Hanazawa. This kid would try to accessorize his suit in the worst way possible. He put up his hands to wave him off. 

"N-nah, kiddo that's alright. I'll be right there."

Hanazawa, after a few more attempts to get Mitty to let him help retreated back into the hallway. When it was quiet again he eyed Dimple. He was abrasive and unpleasant. He always had a motive for everything and rarely had something nice to say. 

But he came through when it mattered. 

"Hey Dimple?" 

"Yeah? What is it?" 

"Thanks." 

Dimple wouldn't meet his eyes and levitated towards the hall. He didn't want to acknowledge he was helping, he supposed. It was in character for that tsundere blob.

"You ought to get out of here now if you wanna make it on time." 

He stood and dusted himself off. 

"Welp. Here goes everything."

[dazz-linglight]

INCEPTION

Pairing: Werewolf!San x Werewolf!Reader

(should I make this a series?)

Genre: AU Fluff/Smut

Every werewolf knew that when they completed 18 they were ready to find their respective mates. Mates are made for each other, chosen by the Moon to be their permanent love. San was already 21 and had yet to find his and thinks about her everyday, asking the goddess to bring his mate soon and his wish was finally granted on his first day of the second year in college. He was just walking in when a sudden new scent caught him off guard. A strong, sweet and powerful scent in its ability to tug at something deep and primal within him giving urges he had never truly felt until this moment.

You were walking through the campus with a friend when he got hit by the strong scent of cinnamon and coffee coming from you, making him dizzy and euphoric, his heart beating faster and even faster when your eyes met his. He couldn't contain the big smile that occupied his lips, instantly being full of love while you went through the same, falling hard for him and leaving your friend to follow the path until the two of you were just centimeters apart. His scent of honey embraced you all over when he reached to touch your face, wanting to know if you were real or if he was dreaming again.

"My Luna.." When you smiled at the nickname he wanted nothing more than to kiss you and he did exactly that, smooching your cheeks first and then going to your lips, hugging you by the waist while you brought him closer by the shoulders, getting on the tip of your toes to match his height. You separate after a minute to recover the air, keeping close to each other.

"Choi San." He finally presented himself.

"Ah.. I'm ________" You said laughing softly until remembering where you were. "Oh, I have to go to class! Here, give me your number.." You took out your phone and gave it to him, he immediately typed the number and saved it as My Sannie ❤️, soon giving it back to you.

"Can I take you there?" He asked biting his lower lip.

"No, you have class too, I don't want to make you get late. We can get lunch together?"

"Yes! Okay, then you better go, then I can see you sooner." He said pulling your hand to his lips, leaving a cute kiss on your skin and then letting you go.

"See you soon, San!" You said waving at him and going back to your friend, also a werewolf, who was closer watching the whole thing. The two of you went to into the Business building, telling her everything you felt finding your mate.

|••••••••••••••••••••|

During class, San had saved your contact as My Mate ❤️ and sent messages to you, starting a game of questions to get to know you better and you got to know about him too, going back and forth with preferences, dislikes, food, family and friends and so on. At the end of classes, San told his friends and the alpha that he finally found his mate and they were happy for him, a few of them already found their mates and some of them not. On their way out of the campus, San kept looking around trying to find you but you found him first, coming from behind and covering his eyes and he smiled turning around to see you.

"Guys, this is my mate, _____." He said looking at his brothers proudly then back at you, burying his face on your neck to rub his scent on you and you waved at them.

"Hi.." You stand on his side to get a better look at his brothers, still holding San's hand and one of them laughed at San who hasn't stopped looking at you with his gold eyes.

"This is our Alpha Hongjoong, the taller ones are Yunho and Mingi, Seonghwa, Yeosang, Wooyoung and our youngest Jongho." The one who laughed was Wooyoung.

"It's funny to see hyung so whipped." Wooyoung was one of the the boys that didn't meet his mate yet, so he found funny how mates seemed hypnotized by each other.

"I bet you will be worse when you meet your mate, Wooyoung." Hongjoong said laughing at the thought, knowing Wooyoung was already clingy with the members of the pack and everybody agreed. You were happy to see that everyone in San's pack had a light spirit and good sense of humor.

"Well, let's eat? I'm starving." The youngest said between them.

"Chicken!" Yeosang smelled chicken from afar and started walking in front of them. San squeezed your hand and led you inside the restaurant.

|•••••••••••••••|

Finishing lunch you pulled at the hem of San's shirt to get his attention and he immediately looked at you, passing a hand on your shoulder and bringing you to peck your cheek.

"San, will you come home with me?" You asked him quietly, wanting to have time alone with your new found mate, which quickly accepted.

"Guys, we'll be going first." San told them already getting up from his seat and pulling your bag on his shoulder, you following after saying your byes.

"Don't forget to use protection!" Yunho said before you two were far, receiving a slap from Hongjoong and making the others snicker.

San drove you to the other side of the city where your pack belong, holding your hand while you guided him. Your fellow friends were surprised to see you with company, but were quick noticed it was your mate by the way he held you and the cute smile on your faces. Getting inside the house, the two of you left shoes and bags at the door while your inner wolf was screaming for you to pounce on him.

"We have the next 3 or 4 hours to ourselves before the girls come back.. I want to confess something before we go to my room." You said nervously picking on your fingers and San frowned, petting your hair to try and calm you down.

"You can tell me anything, baby" You lay your hands on his chest looking up to his brown eyes.

"I have plushies in my bed.." You broke eye contact to look at his broad shoulders not for long until he held your chin up to look at him again.

"No need to be ashamed for that. Wanna know why?" You nodded at his questions and he brought his face closer to your neck, whispering the next words.

"I have plushies too." He smiled looking back at your surprised face.

"Really?"

"Really, I'll show them to you anytime or even bring them here so they can be friends." He showed his dimples and you smiled too, touching his cheeks with the tip of your fingers, happy to be surrounded by his warmth.

"I'm so glad that you're here.."

"Me too, I've been waiting for so long to find you." He rested his forehead on yours and closed his eyes.

"Please mark me.." You voiced your desire before being able to control your words, your inner wolf excited to finally get into action while San's wolf was also happy to oblige to his instincts, bringing you up to wrap your legs on his waist and followed your scent around the house to find your room. He placed you down in the middle of your bed and you pulled him for a heavy kiss, trying to cease any little distance and soon San was leaning down to kiss and bite your neck, all the clothes coming off one by one until you were both naked and exposed.

"You look so perfect, love.." San kissed down your throat, collarbones, chest and everywhere he could till reaching your core, inhaling your arousal and held your thighs apart, connecting his lips onto you. Every bit of self control he had until now we're thrown out the window as he eats you out, driven by your wetness, moans and the way you pulled on his hair so deliciously. His tongue moved fast and strong, giving you waves of pleasure and he felt delighted for making you feel good. You were almost there and tapped on his shoulder, making him look up.

"San please.. I want to cum with you.." Your legs twitched and he stopped, sitting up and lifted a hand to clean his lips, licking the wetness on his fingers at the same time he stroked his hard on, getting closer to you once more and positioning you in dog style and making himself comfortable behind you on your center. He pushed in slowly to not hurt you and when he finally got it in you listened to the deep growl coming from his chest as he bottomed out and soon his pace speeding up gradually, making you get louder and louder.

"Can I?" He whispered nuzzling under your ear and you knew he was talking about the mark, wanting to hear you say it again.

"Yes, make me yours." He let out a low groan, brushing your hair out of the way and planting his fangs in the space between your shoulder and neck, creating the mark only mates could to seal the bond. It gave you both a rush of adrenaline and happiness that caused you goosebumps, your scents getting mixed in the air, sharing the warmth and fondness of each other and it made you cum faster, squirming under his hold for a few seconds as he continued to thrust in and out until he reached his own climax, knotting you and having the two of you stuck together for the next minutes.Soon he laid you down in a spoon position and pulled you in for a kiss, letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

"This is the best day of my life." He giggled a little breathless, his chest shaking against your back you smile at the feeling, scooting impossibly closer to him.

"I can't believe you're real."

"I'm very real." He squeezed your hip and you hide your face on your pillow with a laugh.

"Do you to go for a run later?" You asked curious to see his wolf form.

"Oh yeah, I bet you're the prettiest wolf ever."

"I bet it's you." You bicker playfully and San covers your face in kisses, tickling your sides.

[herherteartear]

mask on

seventeen: i can't

masterlist

a/n— i hope u guys like this chapter!! this story is almost over and i?? can’t ? believe it?🥺

You chewed on your lip as your eyes flicked downwards to check the watch on your wrist. The same hand with the watch lifted to brush your hair over your shoulder. It'd been a while since you were this nervous. You prided yourself on leading a fairly calm life. A guarded life, too, but calm. In all honesty, you worked hard to ensure you wouldn't get hurt again. That being the reasoning for your quiet lifestyle with no interruptions. Well, at least before meeting Park Jimin. A sigh pushed past your lips.

A customer walked up to the counter you stood behind. They laid down their clothes over the tabletop. You gave them a forced smile. Your eyes twitched down to check the time once again.

"All ready?"

The rest of your shift dragged on. Time seemed to be going slower than usual, but you blamed yourself. You had no right checking the time every ten seconds as if it was going to magically go faster. You weren't even able to relish in the relief that you felt once the time neared of your departure, because there he was. As early as ever with a pig tailed cutie clutching his plump fingers. Jimin was never a late person when it came to important matters. This time it most definitely was an important matter. He hurried towards you, a whole ten minutes early, with a smile.

"Hey, I'm so sorry we're early." Jimin breathed. He was surprised by the amount of comfort he felt finally being able to see you. You two had spent a whopping two weeks without seeing each other. Jimin had felt deprived of you, a feeling he knew all too well.

"Oh, don't worry about it! I'm sure my coworker won't mind if I slip out a couple minutes early." You responded. Your hands flattened down some shirts you were folding. Moving your gaze down to the little girl staring up at you, you waved at her. "Hello. I'm Yn." She gave you a face splitting grin.

"Hi! I'm Sunhee, but daddy calls me Sun and my best friend calls me Soulmate." Her little voice pulled at your heartstrings. She was most definitely Jimin's daughter. Something stirred in your stomach and you had to turn your head to blink the tears away. You saw your coworker walking by.

"Hey, Elaine?" She turned towards you. "Do you mind if I leave a little early?" Elaine snorted out a laugh.

"Go ahead. I will hold these whole 7 minutes against you next time, though." She teased. You shook your head and chuckled. Jimin hadn't looked away from you, wanting to memorize your face to keep in his head for a rainy day. You smiled at the Parks.

"Well, Sunhee, let's get going! What're we doing today?" You asked. Sunhee squealed, fully ready to let you know of the agenda. She took your hand in hers, making it so that she was squished between you two. Jimin glanced at you. A warm feeling overtook him to see the three of you together. He hoped he would be able to right the wrongs he's done to you. This happiness was something he was willing to fight for. This happiness you gave him.

"I have to ask, did you plan this for Sun or for you?" You giggled at the cheery face Jimin had. His smile dropped a little. He quickly composed himself and stood a little taller.

"What do you mean? Sun loves riding her bike! Look at that face!" He defensively pointed towards his daughter. It held the opposite emotions. Much of her face wasn't visible as her helmet was too big for her, but the tiny pout was poking out. You shook your head. Reaching down, you tugged the scarf Sunhee had on a little tighter to her body.

"Daddy, it's cold." She whined. It's true. The weather had taken a bit of a turn. Jimin wasn't anticipating it to rain. You three stood outside of Jimin's house; Fully ready to go bike riding.

"C'mon, baby, it'll be fun!" He tried to convince you two. You flinched as the rain started up again. You drug your lip in between your teeth.

"I don't know, Jimin. Maybe we should just stay in? Don't want anyone getting sick." You suggested. You hugged yourself tighter. Jimin frowned down at his bike. You breathed out a laugh. "We can go bike riding another day." You rested your hand on Jimin's elbow. His eyes lit up.

"Okay, okay. We can watch a movie inside then." Jimin entwined your fingers together after picking Sunhee up with his other arm. Thank god for the cold weather; Otherwise, the bright red that danced across your cheeks wouldn't have been easily explained. The little girl blinked at your clasped hands.

"Are you my Yumi?" Sunhee asked. Jimin's eyes widened two sizes their usual size. What? You tilted your head in confusion.

"Yumi?"

"Myungie has Yumi. Will you be my Yumi? Not really, you'll still be Yn and I'll still be Sunhee. You know?" Sunhee explained further. The same knot in your stomach tightened. Only this time, you couldn't tell if it was in fear or in love.

"Sun, why don't you go into your room and take off all your coats? We'll wait for you here." Jimin interjected. She ran off the second she was placed on the floor. Jimin quickly turned to you. You were taking your jacket off, very slowly, deep in thought. "Yn, I'm so sorry. She's been hanging out with Myung a lot and– well–"

"Can I ask where Sunhee's mom is?" You wondered out loud. Jimin was ringing his hands in nerves. Not because he didn't want you to know about Mira, but because, well, it's you. It was time, though. It was time to come clean.

"Sunhee's mom passed away." A hand flew to cover your mouth. Jimin paused. "Mira was in a car crash a bit after Sun turned two." Your tear filled eyes searched Jimin's. His were solemn, but there was something else. Jimin would always miss his Mira, but after two long years, he can finally say he has healed. He misses her, he loves her. Mira will always be apart of him, but Jimin has mended himself.

"Jimin, I had no idea."

"It's okay, really. We've worked hard to get here. To get to a place where Sunhee can finally ask for a mom without feeling bad, because she shouldn't. Mira would want her to have a mother figure." Jimin chuckled. He sat down, patting the spot on the couch next to him. "That's why she's asking for a Yumi. I think she sees Myung with her and, well, she wants it, too."

You swallowed thickly. There was no doubt in your mind that you loved Jimin. You truly did. You fell for him faster than you probably should've, but he made it so easy. Jimin was everything and more.

"Is that why you didn't tell me about her? Because I said I didn't want any kids?" You whispered. Jimin nodded with a sigh.

"Either way, it was wrong of me to do that. I understand if you never forgive me. But please don't think I'm using this as an excuse–"

"Jimin." You stopped him. He met your eyes. "I don't know if I can be what you want me to be for Sunhee." You choked out. Jimin quickly stood up. He walked to stand in front of you and held onto your shoulders.

"I'm not asking anything of you. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do." Jimin implored. His deep brown eyes poured into yours. You couldn't hold it in any longer.

"I'm so sorry. Jimin, I can't be her mother. I just– I can't." You cried. Before he could stop you, you rushed out of his house. Jimin wanted to run after you, to stop you, to get an explanation. Before his feet took off after you, Sunhee's shrill call stopped him dead in his tracks. Jimin cursed. He stood in his spot for a moment longer, basking in his mixed emotions. And just like that, he was deprived of the one he loved all over again.

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[erismerald]

𝑰 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 (Jacob Frye x reader) 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 2

Hello creed, I bring you here the second chapter of my Jacob Frye fanfic, I hope you like it and maybe I would like to remind you that my requests are always open in case someone is interested!

Without further ado, stay safe, and happy reading!

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 1

𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: Fluff and a bit of teasing ;)

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 3953

𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝟏𝟖𝟔𝟖

Your head hurt a little, and your vision was blurred, you felt moving but you were still, you looked around, the environment you were in was different from the wet and scary street, with a little more effort, you tried to look for details that would help you identify where you were, you were on a train. ... but how? the room you were in was well decorated, you knew that style well, your nanny was doing her best to decorate every part of the house with the rustic and elegant theme of the Victorian era, so none of that had been a dream?

You sat up in bed, feeling your body weakened, you took a deep breath and gained strength to pull yourself together, the clothes you were wearing were different, it was a nightgown, made of cotton, all black with gold details on the sleeves, after all you had really traveled in time. ... but how was that possible, one moment you were with your friends and the next you were alone in the world, flash all the memories of last night had burst into your mind, the dark street, the rain... the man who tried to abuse you, and your savior, who was he? was it him that brought you here? doubts hovered empty in your consciousness, you looked at your wrists small black marks tinged your skin, you felt pain when the palm of your fingers ventured to touch them, without realizing it you let out a 'auch', you couldn't control the fear you felt, you were alone. You wanted your grandmother by your side to calm you down, you grabbed your knees and pulled them up to your chest, and laid your head down lightly letting the tears run down your face, feeling them fall on your hands, you felt small, you felt abandoned.

Suddenly the bedroom door opened revealing a woman, still quite young she must have been in her early twenties, she smiled sweetly at you, no matter how hard you tried to hide under the blanket, that smile warmed your heart and made you smile back.

"I see you're awake at last" She approached with a tray of food that she set down on top of the couch where you were lying "My name is-" she was interrupted by a man, you recognized him, he had been the one to save you, your heart pounded hard when your gaze met.

"Ahhh finally, I'll be able to sleep in my room again" he laughed sitting down in the armchair opposite you, you bowed your head in shame

"Jacob! The girl just woke up, and you're already being a real jerk, I can't believe you're my brother sometimes" The girl said turning her attention back to you " Dear ignore him, he's just a jerk, how do you feel?"

"I... I'm confused just... I feel sick and hot" your voice came out shaky, you were nervous.

"It's because of the fever the doctor said you would feel like this for a few days, but that you would be fine, what's your name?" The girl asked meekly, sitting down in front of you, your gaze shifted a little to the man sitting in front of you, he seemed asleep.

"M-my name is Y/n L/n" again your voice betrayed you, as you said your name the girl looked shocked but interested in you.

"Your family is a great help to our brotherhood, it is an honor to have you here with us!" The girl said with a gentle smile kissing her lips, a feeling of hope embraced your body, would there still be a way back home? But in a flash, you recalled what she had said.

"M-my family? how do you know them?" you asked pulling your body forward-facing the two people sitting in front of you.

"The L/N family has always been a great help in training young assassins" Assassins? What? you didn't want to believe what you heard, all the memories were joining the truth about your family, the story your grandmother told you and you preferred not to believe was really true? It wasn't possible, but why now? why now that you had decided to find out who you were? Why now that you have finally traveled to London? And who were the people in front of you? The girl stood up and stretched her hand towards you "My name is Evie Frye, and that idiot over there is my twin brother Jacob Frye" the words that came out of her lips were like glass tearing your mind, you felt dizzy as if you couldn't breathe right, was all that true? Wasn't it possible? Was it? But how did you end up in their time? Was your grandmother right, weren't they just children's stories?

"How is it possible?" you whispered, both brothers looked at you curiously, " No, it can't be real, I must be dreaming... "Your gaze was fixed on your hands resting on the thin cloth that covered your body, crystal clear tears came out of your eyes, Evie seeing your reaction to finding out who they were hugged your body and pulled you in, you hid your face to her shoulder, letting the sadness leave your heart.

A few minutes passed, but it seemed like hours, your body was still weak from crying, in 18 years of life you had never cried so much, you took a deep breath, hugging Evie's body tightly.

"I know very well who you are" you finally said, Evie knelt down beside the sofa looking puzzled at you.

"How do you know us, love?" Jacob said getting up from the armchair and staring at you, he was much taller than you, and you felt a little embarrassed to feel his gaze fixed on yours, in one small movement you looked away from Evie, you took a deep breath and gathered your courage to expose your whole story.

"My name is Y/n L/n but I am not from here... in fact until a few minutes ago I believed that you two were part of the stories my grandmother used to tell me when I was younger... "I know well who my family is, I just didn't know their true position in this brotherhood, my grandmother used to tell me stories of the Frye twins and the adventures of the assassins to free London from the grasp of the Templars, but I always believed that you were a lie, I am not from here, nor from this time and I honestly don't know how I got here," you said between sobs, raising one of your hands to your face wiping the tears that were falling "I don't even know why I came here, for one second I was in 2020 and the next I traveled back in time to here. .. BUT I DON'T KNOW WHY! I WAS JUST TRYING TO FIND OUT WHO I WAS, WHY DID I HAVE TO VISIT LONDON AND IGNORE ALL THE WARNINGS MY GRANDMOTHER GAVE ME? WHY DID SHE LET ME COME? DID SHE KNOW THIS WAS GOING TO HAPPEN?" Your crying turned into anger, you felt like your body was going to collapse, you felt dizzy, everything was becoming blurry but something broke your fall and held you tight, with the tremendous effort you looked up to see what had happened, the next thing you knew you were in Jacob's arms, he protected you from falling or passing out, you wanted to talk but all you could say was 'ahh' or 'I...'.

"Okay love I know it's a lot to process but you're not alone here, you have us now, we'll take care of you," Jacob said stroking your hair and holding you close to his body, the beating of his heart helped you calm down. "Now what do you mean 2020? We can tell you're not from here but did this happen? Evie?" Jacob called his sister's name they both looked at each other, and after a few seconds, Evie had an idea.

"Let's wait for you to recover so you can tell us everything straight so we can understand what's going on, but..." Evie stopped sighing "Until you can get back home we have to make you unnoticed, we have to make you mix with the people of our time, only then you will be safe, and since your family is a big influence here in London we can visit them and try to ask for help, what do you think?" Evie smiled at you and you smiled back, you felt your eyes grow tired, and without much effort, you fell asleep.

Your eyes opened slowly, it was hard to sleep with the storm of thoughts that rambled through your mind, occupying every neuron, it was still night, you looked at the clock on the desk, it was 4 am, still so early and you were already so awake, you couldn't deny that you felt anxious and nervous with what was happening, Your body moved from side to side on the sofa where you slept, the rain hit the glass loudly, the sound of the wheels on the rails, the wind whistled lulling your body, but you couldn't sleep anymore, the stress, the fear, the frustration of not being home, it was agonizing, you stared at the ceiling, thinking, those memories were still very fresh in your mind, it would take a while to accept.

With a little effort you pushed your body up, sitting down and crossing your legs, the window above your head was splashed with raindrops that slid with speed, the landscape was beautiful, the city lights in the background made your heart beat faster, Even in another epoch London was still London, still a beautiful, attractive city, without you realizing it, a weak smile broke out on your lips, it was ironic that you wanted to visit a place so much and when you did it was as if it vanished through your fingers.

You observed the room and noticed your bag lying on the side of the sofa, with one hand you pulled yourself towards you and took out your drawing notebook, you appreciated the picture sticked on the leather cover, it was your grandfather who had made it, he made a dozen of them just for you, every time the pages of one finished, another one came on the scene, with canvas for more adventures and emotions, since you were very young that writing and drawing were a way to represent your emotions and represent the world you lived in.

With a few gestures you let your hand flow across the white page, drawing and sketching empty emotions but full of comfort, looking on the bright side, when you return you will always have something to show your grandmother, a memory, the sound of the pencil scratching the sheet of paper, soothed your heart so full of bitterness, 'so this is what it's like to discover who I am? Is this what you wanted me to see grandma?' you thought to yourself, is this the destiny that was destined for you?

You sighed and let your hand fall on your thigh, you looked forward, and saw Jacob's coat resting on the back of the armchair in front of you, a wave of warmth and embarrassment invaded your chest, you felt strange every time you thought about him, he was mysterious but gentle and protective, when you felt his body wrap around yours it seemed that they had connected to each other, and all the negative energies and scary thoughts disappeared, your heartbeat as he did, your breath calmed down as you felt his fingers tangle in your hair to comfort you, without a second thought, you began to draw his face on that once white page, you remembered every detail of his face, the two scars, his unshaven beard, his hazel eyes, his lips. ... he was an attractive man, you would never in your life think of meeting him, but now that you know him, he was something you didn't want to forget, you put the notebook against your chest and smiled like a little child, feeling butterflies playing with your belly.

But something interrupted the moment, that moment when you were no longer present on earth, you were lost, hidden in a world of thoughts:

" Rough night?" A voice coming from behind you, scared every inch of your body, you put your hand on your chest letting the notebook fall to the floor, you recognized the owner behind that hoarse and funny voice, Jacob laughed a little "I didn't want to scare you, love, I just came to check if you were okay and since I saw you were awake I decided to come in" Jacob said sitting next to you, his gaze crossed with yours. "How are you feeling?"

"I-im okay, and don't worry you didn't scare me, I was just lost in my thoughts and didn't even see you coming...." you replied shakily, like a leaf in the middle of a storm, his smile was directed at you, you could feel your face getting warm, it was obvious you were nervous, but why?

Jacob sat in the armchair in front of you, he looked tired, but more importantly, he was completely flushed, your gaze was fixed on his body, his hair was dripping, his breathing was racing, your heart was beating unregulated as if you were in a sprint, your breathing became heavy for a few moments.

"Do you like what you see love?" Jacob teased, bending his body forward, you jumped a little when hearing his voice, and quickly looked the other way, the rain was still beating strongly on the window, but the train had stopped, maybe because of the bad weather? "I was just messing with you, I just came from a mission, and well... since you are sleeping in my room and my stuff is here, I came straight to you." He laughed a little, his laugh was wonderful.

Even not looking directly at him you could feel his smile, unbelievably you were feeling calm again, your breathing was quiet, but you felt Jacob's gaze on your body, something captivated him about you, but he still couldn't know what it was, maybe because you were exotic? Because you were new to him, his gaze was fixed on your neck, the necklace that belonged to him was now adorning your neck.

"I wanted to thank you, Mister Frye, thank you for saving me from that... you know, I wanted to thank you earlier but, I've been busy with my mind-" Suddenly you felt his fingers slip up your neck to your jawline turning your face to face his, his curious gaze was focused on the necklace, he smiled.

"How funny I have a necklace just like that hanging around my neck, matching aren't we" Again his laughter filled the room, you couldn't contain yourself, and a small giggle broke out from your lips "Oh you do laugh too, you have a very adorable laugh" Your face flared, a pink color graced your cheeks as you heard his voice, he was so close. ... his scent intoxicated you, as if you were drunk on his scent alone, you felt your eyes getting heavier, but something woke you up, a fallen drop of Jacob's hair fell on your cheek.

"Shouldn't you take off your wet clothes, or at least dry yourself? Mister Frye you might catch a cold" the words escaped from your lips, the concern was explicit on your face, Jacob found it adorable, but he laughed a little, confused you looked at him pouting, you were just trying to help and he still laughed.

"Darling, my clothes are all here and if you haven't noticed, you're here, it would be inappropriate to undress in front of such a delicate lady, besides I'm used to it, after missions I usually go to some pub to celebrate with my rooks but Evie asked me to keep an eye on you, and I didn't want to leave you alone either," Jacob said sitting back in the chair.

You blushed but nodded, he was right, it wouldn't be appropriate, but something wandered in your mind, he didn't want to leave you alone? Jacob's watchful eyes noticed your notebook lying on the floor, he reached out to pick it up, you felt a wave of embarrassment and shame hit you like a stone, no, a bunch of them.

His fingers slid across the pages looking at the drawings, especially the one you had done the day you arrived in London, he looked like a child watching a cartoon on TV, he was mesmerized.

"Ahm Mister Frye, may I ask you something?" you asked as he looked at your notebook, he nodded without saying a word. "What was this mission you went on?" his gaze was still focused on the drawings, but he took a deep breath and answered finally.

"Y/n you know what an Assassin does right?" He asked, you nodded, waiting for his answer to continue "I was assigned to kill templars and free London from the disgusting and profiteering clutches of theme, today I helped rescue some of my rooks who were taken hostage in the middle of one of their rounds when they warned me,

I ran immediately to save them, they are like a family

family, and I as their leader have to help and protect them.

His words were like melodies, he sounded just like the way your vein described, ruthless, brave, gentle and playful, fearless, you smiled, was it possible for a man like that to be true? Was it even possible that your childhood hero was right there in front of you watching your drawings? Was it really true that after many years of hearing about him, you were having a conversation with him? You felt so confident that for a few minutes you forgot that you were stuck in 1800.

"You are really brave Jacob..." Finally, you said, slowly removing the necklace from your neck and holding it between your fingers, circling it from side to side. "You know I spent years adoring you... wanting to be like you and Evie, my grandmother spent years telling me about your adventures, I remember when I was younger and climbing up on the roof, jumping from window to window pretending to be you, pretending to be with you, and well. ... years later here I am in front of you, talking to my idol, and I still don't know how to react to this situation" You laughed a little sarcastically. You were nervous but you knew you could trust him, when you looked ahead again his gaze went through every detail of the drawing you had made of him, he seemed excited.

"I thank you Y/n, for idolizing me when you were younger, it must come as a shock to you, finally meeting me hum?" He said with a tinny smirk on his lips.

"W-well it is but I think you can even exceed my expectations Mister Frye" You laughed nervously, you tried to avoid looking at him, you were afraid you wouldn't know how to react.

"How do you feel about your family belonging to the brotherhood?" He questioned you as he put your notebook down on the desk next to him, you sighed, honestly you didn't even know what to say, or what to think about it, of course, you knew for many years that your family came from a long line of assassins but, you preferred to believe that it was a lie or just another story invented by your grandmother to entertain your creative mind during the most starry nights, you never imagined that they were real, and you still thought that taking someone's life for the sake of a brotherhood or to protect others was wrong, and you didn't want to be associated with that, so you forgot that story, and went on with your life, but now that you knew that they were real, you were a little afraid to confront them.

"I... honestly I don't know how to answer you, when I was younger, I heard the stories told by my grandmother over and over again, but I never thought that they were real, and even when she talked about the brotherhood I... preferred to ignore it, in my view, it isn't right to kill someone, I thought that the assassins were cruel monsters who had no feelings, so I never really wanted to know that part of the story, but I confess that I am afraid to confront them tomorrow..." Jacob seemed to understand what you were feeling his eyes were downcast, you could hear his heavy breathing, you felt a little worried, would you said something wrong, but something surprised you when his gaze met yours you could see a little fear and sadness in his gaze.

"Do you think I'm a monster?" Jacob asked getting up and walking towards you again, you felt your body harden like a stone, your heart was beating uncontrollably, you couldn't think of anything to answer him, he knelt in front of you, still with his gaze fixed on yours, you couldn't even think, he was very close to you, his hand wrapped around yours and took the necklace you were holding between your fingers "Your grandmother gave you this didn't she? and by some fluke of life you came right to me... tell me Y/n even after I saved you, do you think I'm a monster?" His voice was husky, his touch made you sensitive, his smell made you dizzy, you are hypnotized.

"N-no, I don't think you're a monster, I... just didn't know much about.... I... and by some fluke of life you came right to me... tell me Y/n even after I saved you, do you think I'm a monster?" His voice was husky, his touch made you sensitive, his smell made you dizzy, you are hypnotized.

"N-no, I don't think you're a monster, I... just didn't know much about.... I..." Jacob's hand moved closer to your neck his fingers slid across your skin easily, you sighed deeply as you felt his skin in contact with yours, Jacob smiled, it was funny to see your submissive reaction to him, with a small gesture, he placed the necklace around your neck, caressing the back of it, but before he left, his breath-focused on your ear and with a whisper, he made your world crumble.

"Don't take this necklace off, so I'll always know why you're here"

He stood up and grabbed his coat, you were completely paralyzed, you were blushing, your breathing was heavy and panting, your gaze seemed glazed on him, he smiled and walked towards the door, but before disappearing into the darkness his voice echoed once again in the room "you better get some more rest Love tomorrow we have a long day, it was nice talking to you miss L/n". And with that he left you there alone, your heart pounding, panting, and nervous, your only thought was his voice softly caressing your ear.

You let your body fall back, staring at the window, and the rain sliding on it, you didn't realize that the train was moving again, you just let your mind wander, what would have happened if he stayed here?

Feelings and thoughts left you awake for the rest of the night, before you knew it the birds were already singing, the first rays of sunlight illuminated your smiling face.

[marsbutterfly]

I’ll Stand By You

Note: This is a direct continuation of a previous story called Letters to You. It's also the ending of a trilogy I wrote for Hanji. I'm so happy to finally be able to share it with all of you. I hope you enjoy it and if you feel comfortable, let me know what you think!

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Summary: No matter the amount of research you've done in your life, with Hanji or by yourself, nothing could have ever prepared you for the sight that greeted you.

"What in the world is going on here?"

You look at the destroyed castle ahead of you. Fear runs through your veins as you notice the titans storming the premises.

The sun barely shining from behind the walls, you notice the damage around you is far too great for it to have just started.

By the looks of it, the cadets have been fighting for at least a couple of hours.

"But that's not possible. Titans have never shown any signs that they could walk at night!" You think to yourself as you gently tap the sides of your horse, making it go faster.

You get ready to draw your blades when you lay your eyes on the five teenagers standing on the roof. They are too far away and screaming would be pointless.

Until you notice someone jump off the roof and before you know it, bright lightning comes falling from the sky, much like when Eren transforms.

You decide to slow down for a few minutes while the 3-meter class titan takes down several of its kind before getting its hair pulled, making it hard for It to move. From afar, you hear Krista's voice:

"If you're going to die protecting this tower, forget about it! Tear it down!"

You can feel your heart skip a bit, Maybe I misheard her, you think to yourself. Is it possible that this small, big-headed titan is one of them?

From all your research and theories, you did come across the possibility of other people having the same power as Eren and Annie, but you didn't realize there could be another person in such close proximity to you with this ability.

As the teenagers now rest on the floor, surrounded by all the debris and dead titans, you switch onto your gear preparing to kill the remaining titans.

"Are you guys ok?" You ask, striking the first one. They all smile at you, the relief on their faces is undeniable. That brings a smile to your face.

"Holy shit, I have never been so happy to see you, Y/N!" Connie says before putting his hands on the back of his head, you can see a few tears coming down his cheeks as they run after Christa.

Before you have time to do anything, you see a titan in front of her, about to grab her small body with its hands. As you prepare to kill it, you see a figure fly past you and strike one blow to the titan's nape.

You smile at the black-haired girl standing on top of a pile of rocks.

"Mikasa!"

"We'll take it from here. Come on, Y/N"

You nod at her before taking off, killing at least 3 titans on the way.

.

Once the Scouts ensure that all titans are dead, you use the cloud of smoke to go check on the person who emerged from the now decomposing corpse.

Ymir lost a leg and an arm, not including all of her internal injuries. Christa is already by her side while everyone else seems to take a step further away from her.

You feel two hands grabbing your waist and someone's head resting on your shoulder. A smile appears on your lips once you smell her perfume so close to you.

"I'm so glad you came!" Hanji whispers in your ear, her voice bringing chills up and down your skin.

"Of course I did!" She turns your body around and you take the opportunity to wrap your arms around her neck, giving her a quick kiss. "You asked me to!"

She smiles at you before turning her focus to the injured girl on the floor. Steam is already coming out of her wounds before Hanji even has time to take a closer look.

As you are about to kneel by her side, you pay close attention to Christa's next words.

"My real name is Historia."

The small, blonde girl looks at you right after Ymir closes her eyes once again, you flash her a gentle smile, in a way of telling her everything will be ok before starting to move the taller girl onto the stretcher.

With Hanji and Moblit's help, you finish tying her body up in place, not only trying to prevent her injuries from getting worse, but also to give the other soldiers a sense of security. Some of them seem too scared to even be around her, even if she's not awake.

You watch as her body gets lifted from the floor and makes its way towards the top of the walls.

Before you have time to use your own gear, you feel Hanji's hand wrap around your torso and your feet suddenly aren't touching the floor anymore. You let out a startled scream as she brings you up towards the top of the wall with her own gear.

Once she places you on the floor, you feel your legs shaking slightly.

"A warning would've been nice!!!" Your body falls on the floor as you try to catch your breath, your heart pounding in your chest.

She sits next to you, moving your hair away from your face so she can get a better look at you.

"I'm sorry, I wanted to surprise you." She smiles at you, you try to stay mad at her but the heat rising to your cheeks clearly proves you won't be able to.

You lean closer to her, softly brushing your lips against hers but as you are about to kiss her, you hear Christa's voice calling her name.

"We'll continue this later, I promise." You say and Hanji looks rather disappointed by the interruption but finding out what happened before the Scouts got there is the priority.

You can hear the two of them talking and the blonde girl explains how Ymir took the knife out of Connie's hand and jumped, transforming into a titan in midair.

"Ymir is an ally of humanity!"

A smirk takes over your features, Ymir is not the nicest person you know but, when it comes to the girl she loves, she would do anything to keep her safe.

You look at your favorite girl walking away by Christa's side and you decide to follow closely behind, paying attention to every word they are saying.

"Historia Reiss, as in the Royal Family Reiss?" You say before a few seconds of silence. She only nods and looks at her feet. You touch her right shoulder as Hanji touches her left, and at the same time you both say,

"Nice to meet you, Historia!" Followed by a warm and gentle smile.

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As you get closer to Ymir's body, Historia runs and kneels by her side. You look at Moblit, who seems a bit surprised to see you, but still pays more attention to the current issue.

"She's still in a coma. She has, however, stopped bleeding and steam continues to come out of her wounds."

The three of you start to walk away, talking about which course of action will be the best but before you get too far, Hanji suddenly stops walking.

"Y/N... we don't know this for sure but we are almost certain that Bertholdt and Reiner are the Colossal and Armored Titans." She says, quietly. In a state of shock and denial, you simply let out a laugh, hoping it was just a sick joke.

"You cannot be serious right now." You take a deep breath. Hanji gets closer and places a hand on your shoulder.

"Have I ever lied to you?"

You look behind you to see Eren and the other two boys talking. You can only understand parts of what they are saying, but as soon as the red flag on the wall is ripped from its pole, everyone goes silent.

All you can hear is Reiner's confession.

"Reiner, are we doing this here? NOW?" You can hear the despair in Bertholdt's voice but also a hint of excitement. You see a silhouette pass by you and slice both boys. Reiner's arm and Bertholdt's throat.

As Mikasa is about to finish the tall, brown-haired boy off, Reiner pushes her off the wall.

You can see bright, yellow lights around them as you run back towards Eren. Armin yells telling him to run away but it's too late.

Everything happens too fast. The lightning strikes both boys and an explosion pushes you all away from them.

Your body gets flung against the boxes containing equipment and as you open your eyes, the Armored Titan and the Colossal Titan stand before you.

Reiner holds Eren in his hand as he goes down the wall and Bert slowly extends his arms grabbing Ymir and one other soldier.

The heat coming from the Colossal Titan plus the pain from your unhealed wounds are enough to turn your vision black before you can even realize it.

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You wake up a few minutes later, the blue sky finally showing up from behind the dark gray clouds. You let out a grunt as you sit up, looking around you to access the situation.

You see the massive titan still attached to the wall and steam coming out of its body. From the looks of it, he's been sitting in this exact position for at least 20 minutes. You can't see any skin on his face, just his bones.

"Y/N!" Historia's voice enters your ears right before you hear a loud roar coming from the ground. You look at her, waiting for some kind of explanation but she looks just as confused as you.

"Was that the Armored Titan?" You try to stand up but the pain in your head forces you to lay back down. Another grunt leaves your throat as you frown in frustration.

You can hear Historia giggle softly.

"Don't break any more ribs, Y/N." You look at her, your mouth hanging wide open as you start laughing at her statement, but before you have time to go off on her, the wall starts shaking and the Colossal Titan's body starts to detach from the wall, making its way towards the ground.

As his body hits the floor, you can see the intense cloud of steam coming up and multiple soldiers screaming, you can recognize Hanji's voice as one of them.

Your heart skips a beat and you quickly get up on your feet, completely forgetting about your own pain. You see dozens of soldiers being flung in the air and among them, you notice Hanji.

As the hook of her gear detaches from the wall, her body begins to fall and you realize she's unconscious. Somehow finding enough strength, you run towards her, jumping over the bodies of other soldiers who suffered the same fate as her.

You position yourself underneath her falling body just seconds before she hits the floor. In a miraculous matter, you manage to grab Hanji without further injuring yourself or her.

You walk closer to the injured soldiers with her body in your arms, right before placing Hanji down on the spot you were once resting on.

Gently, you place her head above your jacket and remove her glasses to have a better look at her injuries, making sure your touch won't cause her any more pain.

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Five hours go by and most soldiers are still passed out. The ones with minor injuries start waking up and getting examined by those who weren't caught in the explosion.

Eren and Ymir have been taken away by Bertholdt and Reiner but there is nothing you can do. With the horses on the other side of the wall, waiting is your only option.

"Hannes." You call the blonde man standing by your side.

As you make eye contact with him, you tilt your head towards Eren's best friends. "You should go give them something to eat." While you hand him three rations, he nods and starts walking towards the teenagers.

Mikasa wraps herself with the scarf and for a second you can see tears in her eyes. You let a sigh, feeling bad for not being able to chase after Eren.

"Y/N?" You hear Hanji's voice by your side. You quickly look at her before leaning down her face, trying to get closer to her but not enough to worsen her injuries.

"Are you alright?" You ask.

"I've been better" She lets out a weak laugh, you shake your head and smile at her. Even when she's in pain, Hanji tries to make you smile.

As you start playing with her hair, you hear Commander Erwin's voice coming from behind you.

"I'll be right back." You say as you watch her frown. Once you're standing up, you blow her a kiss as you walk towards the commander.

You quickly salute before he gives you a look and nods. He asks you and Moblit if the situation remains the same but suddenly you feel a hand wrap around your boot.

Looking down, you see Hanji crawling towards the tall, blonde man standing in front of you. As she manages to find the strength, she looks up at the three of you.

"Bring me a map." She says, before collapsing on the floor yet again.

As the newly welcomed squad uses the lifts to switch the horses from one side of the wall to the other, Moblit quickly hands Hanji a map of the area. She stares at it for a few seconds before pointing at one specific spot.

"It might be a long shot, but there's a giant forest here." She says. You can notice how her hands shake slightly and your heart sinks for a moment. "It's not like they can hide the Armored Titan's footprints but I think that's where they are headed."

Someone standing behind you asks why she thinks that, but you can see how it hurts her to talk. The steam from the Colossal Titan probably got into her airways and burned not only the external part of her body but as well as the inside.

"It's a gamble." You say, all eyes now turn to you. Hanji nods gently with a smirk curling up on her lips. "Even if they can still transform, the titans outside the walls are still a threat."

Erwin clears his throat before starting to explain his plan. The soldiers who were badly burned are to stay here and rest but anyone who can ride a horse was to follow him after Eren.

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You watch as the horses gallop away, leaving behind only dust and the support of their comrades. As you turn around to talk to Moblit, you watch Hanji crawling around and struggling to move.

You arch your right eyebrow as Moblit shrugs his shoulders, both of you try to find out where she's trying to go.

"Hanji?" He asks, tilting his head.

"Get me a horse!" She blurts out before collapsing on the floor again, you notice how she's struggling to breathe so you kneel next to her, gently placing your hand on her back.

"My love, where are you trying to go?" You ask, giving her the gentlest of looks.

"To the village where they captured the titan that couldn't walk." She says, tears forming in her eyes.

You sigh before looking at Moblit and shaking your head, she's in no condition to walk, much less ride a horse.

"Do you mean Ragako?" He asks while a confused look takes over his features. He then proceeds to look up at you, who now stares at him, daggers coming from your eyes.

You shake your head repeatedly, trying to quietly tell him not to indulge her.

"I need to see it... with my own eyes!" Hanji gives you a pleading look, almost as if she's silently begging you for permission. Before you can even reply to her, Moblit speaks again.

"Don't say something so ridiculous!" He blurs out. You widen your eyes at him for this is the first time you've ever seen him speak to her in such a manner. He takes a deep breath and nods. "All right. If you have a hunch then I'll go there on my own."

Before she can argue with him, he sprints towards the edge of the wall. "You just stay here with Y/N and pass out or something!" He says before gathering with other soldiers.

Hanji grunts and her body once again lays against the floor. You look at her, feeling bad for not being able to protect her. In a second, she uses the last ounce of her strength left to lay on her back as she stares at the now bright, blue sky.

You stand up once again, determined to move her closer to another soldier, so they could apply medicine on her burns. She proceeds to look at you as she tries to find an angle where it doesn't hurt to breathe.

In an instant, you lower your body and pick her up in your arms. A loud squirm leaving her throat as she wraps her arms around your neck. Hanji smiles at you brightly before shifting her lips, inviting you for a kiss.

You happily oblige and carefully lower your body once again so your lips can meet hers. It's a quick and gentle kiss but filled with love nevertheless. You take a few steps forward before placing her down again.

The black-haired soldier comes to examine Hanji but as you are about to leave and go check to make sure Moblit was able to leave the wall safely, you feel a hand wrapping around your wrist.

"Don't leave me." Hanji says. You know it took all of her strength to ask you for this small favor. With a warm, bright smile, you sit behind her, crossing your legs and gently placing her head on your lap.

She lets out a satisfied grunt and you laugh gently, trying not to move too much as not to cause her any extra pain.

After a few minutes, the soldier hands you a small container filled with a mix of herbs, recently mushed into a paste.

You silently mouth the words "thank you" at them before changing your focus to the brunette laying on you.

Her eyes are now closed as she rests on your legs. Not wanting to startle her, you touch her shoulders as gently as possible, barely shaking her body.

As she looks at you, her lips curl into a smile.

"I'll rub some medicine on your face, ok?" You whisper into her ear as you stroke her hair. She quietly nods and closes her eyes again.

You dip two of your fingers into the paste before gently rubbing them against her face. Her features suddenly change and you know she's now being painfully reminded of the burns on her face.

Tears stream down your face onto the tip of her nose, the last you want is to inflict more pain on her but the wounds need to be treated.

"I'm so sorry" You repeat over and over again until there's nothing left on the container.

Once she opens her eyes, she fully takes in the sight of you crying over her. She quickly raises her hand, touching your cheek. You nuzzle yourself against her touch, letting out a sad smile.

"It's ok, I'm ok!" She says, trying to sound as enthusiastic as possible but right after finishing her sentence, she starts coughing.

You place your hand on the center of her back, carefully helping her stand up. Once she finds enough balance to sit on her own, you hand her a small bottle of water.

As she drinks, you use the back of your hands to dry the tears that roll down your cheeks. Hanji finally puts the bottle down and wraps her arms around your shoulders again.

The smell of her skin mixed with the herb is enough to calm you down.

You bring her body closer to you, paying attention to your movements. As your hands rub up and down her back, she places a soft kiss against your cheeks.

"Thank you for staying." You say, moving her hair so it won't come in contact with the medicine. "I know you wanted to see that titan, but your well-being comes first."

She sighs deeply, clearly annoyed but a smile still on her face. "Yeah, yeah, I know."

"There will be other titans but.." You say, trying to finish your sentence but Hanji rolls her eyes at you.

"But there's only one of me, yeah." You both burst into laughter, simply not being able to hold it in. Suddenly, you hear a voice coming from the body existing next to you.

You shift your head, making eye contact with Sasha.

"God, shut up!" That is all she says before covering her face with her hands, an attempt to stop the sun from hitting her eyes. You make eye contact with Hanji and she simply shrugs her shoulders.

"Maybe we should just give her something to eat." She whispers, trying to avoid yet another burst of anger out of the poor girl. You simply nod, using your right hand to dig through the bag standing by your side.

You place an apple on the floor and roll it away from you, aiming for Sasha's hand.

As soon as the fruit comes to a stop, her eyes go wide and you can almost see her inhale the apple.

Hanji starts laughing once again before resting her chin on your shoulder. Once she stops, both of you just stay in silence until you decide to speak.

"Thank you for the letters." You say with a smile on your face. She looks confused for a few seconds, but once she realizes you are talking about all the notes she has left for you before previous missions, the brightest of smiles appears on her face.

"You are very welcome!" She says, touching your face with her right hand. "I wrote them with so much love!"

"Can you please explain to me how Christa is.... I mean Historia is part of the royal family?"

"OOOOH YEAH!" She screams excitedly. She repositions herself, sitting on top of your thighs as her legs wrap around your back. "Get ready, because this is wild!"

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"Holy crap." You say, trying to process all the information she just told you.

"I know, right?" Hanji says, putting her hands above her head. "It's insane!"

"Do you think she knows something we don't?" You question while staring at the sky.

"That's what we hope." Hanji says while holding your hand.

You stay in silence for a few minutes, just enjoying the fact that you are both alive. Not well, but at least alive.

As you wait for your comrades to return, you let your body go, falling backward onto the floor. You look at the sunset and raise your hand up to the sky.

"What is it, Y/N?" Hanji asks before joining you. A smile appears on your lips before you kiss her forehead.

"Even if things take a different turn now," you say, still looking up at your hand, "I'm just glad I have you here with me to deal with all of this."

"Thank you for coming." She whispers against your cheeks before turning your face with her index finger, making you look at her.

"Of course!" You say before giving her a peck on the lips and the two of you went back to staring at the sky. "I'll always be by your side!"

Even if you don't know where to go from now on, at least you will always have the certainty that Hanji will be there for you. Maybe the two of you should focus on healing before falling headfirst into a new mission.

But just for now.

[yeonjunsgoodgirl]

Eclipse

Chapter one: at first sight

Tamaki Amajiki x reader

Attention: this isn't a one-shot, but a story with chapters. I'll post one chapter every week!

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«GET OUT OF MY WAY, YOU BASTARD HALF AND HALF! PISS OFF!»

Y/N turned, her right eyebrow arched while was looking at her friend. «What do you want, Bakugou?»

   «I wasn't speaking with you, but with Shoto!» he screamed again, looking almost possessed.

She grabbed her twin by the sleeve of his uniform, pulling him aside to let the blonde boy pass by and enter the class first.

   «Remind me how did you become his friend?» Shoto asked with his usually serious expression.

   «Don't ask. I don't know either.» she just answered, entering the class.

She took her seat, which was not so far from Shoto's at the bottom of the class. She was just like her twin, at least physically: hair half white and half red, an eye light blue and the other one brown, but without the big scar on her left eye. However she had a little one on her right cheekbone. It happened when she tried to help her brother the day their mother threw the boiling hot water to him. Some of that splashed, hitting her and leaving that little scar.

She was a little bit shorter than Shoto, maybe around 5'6". But their personality was different; Y/N used to show her emotions, her feelings unlike her brother. She didn't care about their father, or better, she couldn't stand him due to his behavior, nevertheless she wasn't moved by grudge and anger like Shoto. She just used not to consider Endeavor.

   «You should be more talkative and make some friends in this class...» she whispered, looking at her brother. Shoto hadn't integrate himself with the rest of the class yet. He preferred always stay aside and usually alone. The same was for Y/N at the beginning of the school, not wanting to leave her twin alone, but day by day, she'd become friend with Jirou and Mina, then with Kirishima, who introduced her to Bakugou and Kaminari, but Shoto kept going to be alone. Such a stubborn brother sometimes.

   «I don't care.» he just answered, making her snort.

Y/N didn't care about what Endeavor did to her, but she kind hated him into her heart's depths to what he did to Shoto. She hated him because her twin lost his happiness, never being able to get back what he had lost in his childhood. He was like an adult into a teenager boy.

   «Get your hero costumes. We'll meet at Ground Beta.» said professor Aizawa, catching their attention. «Today, training.»

Y/N stood up, catching the small suitcase containing her hero costume. It was different from Shoto's. Her costume wasn't planned considering just the ice quirk. She had red shorts, comfortable and fireproof, black long boots –till half thigh-, a red crop top and a black short-sleeved jacket.

   «Hey Y/N!» Mina called her with energy as always. «Wanna team up if we'll do a team training?!»

Mina has always been kind with her.

«Yeah of course! We're probably going to-» she was cut off, crashing against someone in the hallway towards the exit. Y/N rubbed her forehead for some seconds before looking up to see who's the person she crashed against. In front of her there was a boy, taller than her. His face was a bit covered by the dark purple hair, but she could notice the red on his cheeks and the way his eyes were trying to avoid hers. He was fuckin' cute, but she could bet she had never seen him before; perhaps the boy was a senior.

   «I'm so sorry, I had to pay attention-»

   «F-forget about i-it...» he quickly said, walking away at a fast pace.

She followed him with her eyes, being a little bit confused, then looking at the boy's friend, still in front of Mina and her. «D-did I say something wrong?» she asked worried.

The boy with blond hair and a tuft upwards smiled politely shaking his head. «No, you didn't. Forgive Tamaki please, he's just too shy to talk with anyone, don't even mention pretty girls...»

   «Oh...» she whisper, looking down and shifting foot to foot.

   «Don't worry. Anyway, I'm Mirio Togata, nice to meet you.» the boy said, bowing slightly.

She quickly did the same, introducing herself. «I'm Todoroki Y/N. she's my friend Mina.»

   «See you around girls, have a nice lesson!» he greeted them, following his friend, disappeared along the hallway by now.

   «Pretty~» she said nudging her a little, a naughty smile on her face.

   «Which one?» asked Y/N, walking quickly once she realized they were late because of that little 'accident'.

   «The one you crashed with!» she exclaimed enthusiastic.

   «Yeah...pretty.»

*

    «Tamaki? Hey, Earth to Tamaki!»

Mirio made a little paper ball, throwing it to his friend who was sitting in front of him. The professor wasn't arrived yet, and he absolutely wanted to ask something to Amajiki.

The poor boy jump in fright when the sheet paper hit his head, waking him up from his thoughts. Mirio noticed he was really, really absent during the last lessons' hours. As if he wasn't able to focus.

   «What's wrong, Mirio?» he asked quietly.

   «You're lost! I mean, you always seem lost, but now you really are!» he said, pointing at him, that smile never left his lips. «What's wrong? You're overthinking!»

   «I-I am not...» he whispered, avoiding his gaze.

Mirio knew him very well and he knew there was something on his mind for sure. He was too lost, it wasn't like always, when he seemed not interest in something, this time it seemed more like he was lost because he was interest in something...or someone. Mirio opened his eyes wide, thinking about it: someone.

   «Wait! You thinking about Y/N?!» he exclaimed standing up swiftly. Mirio moved from his desk, encircling Tamaki's and stopping in front of him with a huge smile on his lips.

   «Who?»

   «Y/N! the girl who got against you before!» Mirio clarified, remembering they'd introduced themselves when his friend was gone.

Tamaki seemed lighting up a bit. «Is her name Y/N?»

   «Yeah, she's Todoroki's sister. Endeavor's daughter.»

Hearing those words, Tamaki's face became darker. She was Endeavor's daughter...her father was the hero number two in the whole Japan. What kind of possibilities he had?

    «Tamaki? Ta-ma-ki!» the blonde guy waved his hands in front of his eyes, trying to waking him up from his paranoias.

   «I'm not thinking about Y/N anyway.» he tried to close the discussion quickly, but Mirio wasn't the person who gave up.

   «C'mon, just tell me! She's pretty and seems really, really kind.» he smiled. «You've never tried to have a girlfriend, giving up still before even try! C'mon man, just try to become her friend...maybe then you could have the chance to ask her a date!»

   «You're going crazy. How am I supposed to do all of this? I'm not comfortable making friends, you know I'm too introvert.»

   «And what if she'll do the first move?»

   «Then I'll think about it.»

Mirio brusted into a laugh. «You just admitted you were thinking about her.» he said, making his friend become redder and redder for the shame and embarrassment.

Tamaki thought she was just beautiful. She was younger than him, but seemed so mature and 'older' than her classmates. He'd never thought about a girlfriend, actually he'd never taken interesting in them, convincing himself he wouldn't be able to do the first move, thinking about himself as too pathetic and less than what a girl would expect.

Little did he knew how wrong was he. 

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