#why am i still HERE GOODBYE MWAH

[ahollowgrave]

-- home sweet home.

I have been thinking a lot about Selenite's apartment and the vibes. She likes to keep the overhead lights off as much as possible, there is almost always some old sappy romance playing on the TV, a door open for friends to wander in and out as they please. She doesn't like to be alone too long!! But it is also her home and she will be comfortable. A bonus shot, just for you:

[kingkat12]

chasing sleep (roman godfrey x reader)

WARNINGS: 18+, piv sex, morning sex, attempting-to-stay-quiet sex, Roman loves tits (oops), reader on top, dub-con elements, needle-gate is back lol, dark!Roman returns, fluff, angst, and reader is fucking brainwashed cause girl stand up for yourself wdym

summary: everything seems to be going perfect for you-- you've got the guy, after all. however, you're still haunted by the life you gave away to be with him, and specifically, the girl you left behind. will Roman ever fully trust that you won't leave him?

word count: 11,308 (merry christmas tihi)

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11

a/n: celebrating 700 followers AND christmas with this monster of a chapter!! I love all of you, thank you once again for your amazing support, I LOVE YOU!! this fanfic is nearing the end now, so... hold on tight for what's about to come;) ENJOY, MWAH<3

"You didn't say goodbye, and now a part of me believes that means you're coming back,"  

Over and over again, those words echoed in my ears. I had read it in a passage somewhere, probably in the new romance novel I had picked up a few days ago, and now it truly haunted me. Latched onto my guilt, my love, my very being-- I wasn't sure whether I was capable of letting it all go, despite how happy Roman made me. 

Was that maybe why I ended up right here, right now?

"Do you think it could work again?" Letha echoed, turning to me. Her legs were dangling off my roof as we sat by the edge. A soft breeze moved her long, blonde hair away from her shoulders, and just like that, I was reminded of how truly beautiful she was. It must be a genetic thing for all the Godfreys to be breathtaking. However, the look in Letha's green eyes told me something was wrong, but I couldn't put my finger on it. It was almost as though I was looking back at her with a grey-ish filter, like my vision was making it seem like we were sitting in a cloud of fog. None of this looked real. 

"What could?" I asked, turning to check my surroundings-- yeah, this was definitely my roof. Why were we here?

"Us," Letha's gaze awaited me as I faced her again, and it was heartbreakingly sad. "You and I. Our friendship."

It felt like I had dipped the tips of my fingers in cold water. "Letha... Come on," I reached for her hand, placing mine above hers with a sigh; "This ended a long time ago. I don't think we can salvage this--"

"But what if we could?" Letha's voice was so painfully sweet, so insistent. "Do you think it could work again?"

"What could?"

"Us," she breathed, turning her hand to intertwine our fingers with an unusually hard grip. It didn't feel so sweet anymore. "You and I. Our friendship."

The red lights in my mind went off like police sirens-- something was off. With my next glance at her hair, it was no longer that same warm shade of blonde. Now, I could argue it was actively turning white before my eyes. 

This wasn't real. "Letha?"

"Yes?"

"... Am I dreaming?"

Letha's eyes softened as the green in them dulled down, bordering a bleak color of grey. "Yes," she said. "I'm looping it until you're honest."

"What do you mean?--"

"You'll wake up when you tell me the truth. If you want to help your subconscious let go of the guilt, you should do it,"

My heart was actively breaking. Looking into Letha's blank eyes, I realized it reminded me of the look she had on her face when I first told her about Roman and me. "Ask, then,"

I could see her emotions clutching her soul like an unforgiving fist despite this only being a dream. My head didn't have any problems conjuring the image of her as a kicked, wounded puppy. She spoke; "Do you think it could work again?"

I indulged with a soft sigh; "What could, Letha?"

"Us," she said, allowing tears to well in her eyes. "You and I. Our friendship."

I felt it truly, brutally, that I didn't know what to say. I didn't know if it would break me to be honest. "I can't leave Roman for you," I breathed. "I won't. So I doubt you and I could be friends again as long as I'm still with him."

Letha nodded, turning away to look up at the full moon above us. The hand she had in mine was starting to turn cold. "Do you think it could work again?"

Oh, she was asking again-- was my answer maybe not the truth? Not the right answer? Did my sleeping subconscious know? "What could?" I echoed, growing tired of the loop we were caught in.

"Us," Letha closed her eyes as her chest raised and fell with her shallow breaths. "You and I. Our friendship."

I decided to give it less thought-- that was the key, sometimes. Roman had taught me that. Could it? Could it truly? "Honestly?"

"Honestly,"

It didn't take long before I realized tears were threatening to spill from my eyes too. I had missed the smell of Letha's sweet perfume. It smelled like home and a comforting hug hello. "Yeah. I think it could work," It was weird to hear me say it out loud; "I was always in love with Roman, but you... You taught me how to love in the first place. If we could both forgive each other, I think we'd have a chance. Yet... I don't think I ever can. Fully."

Letha didn't open her eyes, barely moved an inch. She opted for a short, melancholic nod as her lower lip gave in to a tremble. "I'm afraid I'll miss you forever," she whispered, mostly to herself. 

And suddenly, I couldn't feel the weight of her hand in mine. My gaze darted down to what was previously our union, only to find that she wasn't there anymore. I looked up to find a slow line of evaporating smoke, similar to a trail coming from Roman's cinnamon cigarettes. 

With my next heave of air accompanied by a lonely tear rolling down my cheek, I allowed my hand to reach out to touch the fog. It was thick, and it prickled the tips of my fingers to the likes of a cactus-- my sorrow clouded my instincts, and I didn't retract my hand. I hadn't allowed myself to feel any of this, after all. I had been so wrapped up in Roman, so wrapped up in the new feelings that washed over my body, that I had buried all the old ones. 

However, Letha kept her promise-- I was released.

Released from the loop, but with one foot remaining in the quicksand of guilt.

And as I awoke, it felt like I had been thrown into a cold pond. With a quick breath, I arched off the bed, gasping; "Roman!"  

Frantic beyond words, I heaved for air, blinking rapidly to wake myself up. The morning sun shone through Roman's curtains with soft rays, and I was hit with the smell of a burnt candle. Still hyperventilating, I put a hand on my chest as I tried to turn around, but to no avail.

Why couldn't I move? Was I maybe still stuck in the dream? 

Oh, wait-- It was at this moment that I realized I had a heavy arm around me, keeping me still with my back pressed up against human warmth. 

I let out a shaky breath, a relieved smile spreading across my lips-- Roman. 

My panic gradually subsided, washing away with calm waves as I turned my head to look at him. The sun did him good. Roman's hair was a very specific shade of brown, but in the sun, it had twinges of orange and golden hues. If I were to ever bring it up to him, I know he'd protest and say he was nowhere near ginger. He wasn't, and I was aware of that; as usual, he wouldn't get the point.

After some careful maneuvering, I managed to turn in Roman's heavy embrace, facing him. His plush lips were gently parted, and his long, brown lashes weighed over his eyes-- he also had a rather hefty case of bedhead which I couldn't help but find beyond endearing. Up close like this, completely still, I could see the nearly invisible freckles painting the apples of his cheeks, study the curve of his upper lip, and the scar-like indent on his right cheek. I dared to trace my thumb over it, feeling the softness of Roman's skin against the pad of my finger-- this was beauty unmatched.

He was so beautiful. 

And he was mine.

With the gentlest of pressures, I leaned forward, barely brushing my lips across Roman's. I didn't dare to fully kiss him. I wouldn't dare to wake him up. If only we could lay like this forever, undisturbed and alone.

Forever.

Memories of last night swarmed my brain, pushing out all the memories of Letha's sad, green eyes. I smiled as I realized the ache between my legs hadn't subsided-- the sting remained. It had actually happened. I hadn't made it all up. And I would've stayed engulfed in my cloud of complete and utter awe if Roman hadn't nearly scared the living crap out of me with the following.

His voice was raw with sleep as his eyes remained closed; "It's rude to stare,"

I practically arched right off the bed again. Had Roman not had his arms around me in a deadweight hold, I was sure I'd have flown right down to the floor. "Christ!" I hissed, shocked. How had he known? "Sorry... Did I wake you?"

Roman seemed too sleepy to grant me a proper answer, and he settled for a short grunt; "Sleep," 

"It's already morning!--"

"Don't care. Sleep," With his next breath, he pulled me even closer, until the tips of our noses were touching.

I was almost glad Roman's eyes were closed. At least he didn't see the hefty blush creeping up my cheeks. It dawned on me that he maybe had a point-- we had never had the pleasure of having nowhere to be, with no one to wake us up, or school to go to. 

There was one thing I wanted to say, but I was scared he'd get upset at my use of words-- no, fuck it; "You're so pretty," I whispered, reaching up to brush my fingers over the tips of his long, long lashes. "You can't expect me not to stare when you look like this."

Roman's brows drew together, yet he allowed me to do as I pleased in his sleepy state. "I'm not pretty,"

Knew it. "Yeah, you are,"

"Just go to sleep,"

"You're unbelievably pretty,"

"... Please just sleep,"

I was aware that I was annoying him, but something about the way his voice got all harsh in the morning made me want to hear him more. Roman's breath fanned over the skin at the tip of my nose with the gentlest breeze as I sighed against his lips; God, how I loved him. "I don't want to sleep... but I can lay here with you, if you want,"

Roman hummed, the dark rumble in his chest nearly vibrating the bed in the process. "Just don't go anywhere,"

"I won't,"

"Ever,"

"I won't,"

With Roman's next breath, I knew he finally believed me-- finally. It hit him for the first time last night that I wasn't lying when I said I wasn't going anywhere, and it hit him again now. Forever was a dead serious plan of mine, and I was intent on making him understand that no matter what. "You're prettier," he eventually said, nudging my nose with his. "You're like the first pleasant sip of water after you've recovered from a sore throat."

"... Specific,"

Roman let out a short, annoyed groan; "Sleep,"

I didn't want to sleep. I didn't want to possibly face Letha again. With my palms against Roman's soft cheeks, I placed a loving kiss against his parted lips, feeling him sigh into me. "Good morning, Rome,"

He smiled, fulfilled, as though he couldn't hold it back anymore; "Good morning, baby,"

"Did you at least sleep well?--"

"Sleep!"

"... But I really don't want to,"

With another sigh, Roman stirred, pulling me closer to press a lazy kiss to my jaw. "Either you go back to sleep, or we fuck. You gotta give me something to work with, here,"

I stilled. "That's... not a bad idea,"

Roman's classic smirk illuminated my morning. "Turn around, then,"

"Huh?--"

"Trust me,"

Sometimes, when I was lonely, before everything with Roman, I used to kiss the skin between my knuckles and imagine someone else was kissing me. The small sounds, and the tingling sensation pooling in my stomach, would distract me from the unbearable feeling of loneliness. The reality of it.

Which is why, when Roman brought my hand to his mouth, pressing his lips to my knuckles before turning me around, I knew I wasn't alone.

Actually, it wasn't just that that showed me I wasn't-- the repeated strokes of Roman's cock filling me was certainly reminder enough.

It was that sort of lazy morning sex I had only read about in those odd novels my mom would hide around the house, or heard about from my friends which I no longer had. This was a different type of sex from yesterday's, which had been so highly connected and emotional-- and this was not to say that this right now wasn't both connected and emotional, but it was... comforting. Like we were taking joy in being able to do just this. To enjoy one another in a sleepy, slow form.

Roman's grip around my throat wasn't hard or choking-- it was more of a hold to keep me in place as he let out a breathy grunt against my shoulder, sinking into me with slow, lazy strokes from behind. "We should do this more often," Roman murmured against my ear, listening to my small whimpers. "Isn't this fun?"

I could hear his stupidly pretty smile. Fucking Romy Schneider. "What, sex?" Obviously?

Roman's deep laugh against my ear nearly had me shuddering; "In the morning," he purred.

"That's gonna be-- hard," My last words were cut off by the hitch of my breath. This felt too good. "Parents and-- and all." It was true, though. How were we supposed to do this with our parents in the house? I doubted Roman's mom was out on business trips all the time, anyway.

With a small huff, I was pulled even tighter to his chest, almost as a reprimand-- I had no idea why it made my cheeks burn. "You'll learn to be quiet," Roman breathed, kissing up the shell of my ear. "Right?"

"I--"

"You'll be a good little girl for me and be quiet, hm?"

And just as I was about to protest, to remind him it was probably a little rude to have sex with other people in the house (I had no idea actually, was there no etiquette to it?), the hand Roman had around my waist slid between my legs, coaxing them further apart. All my thoughts of having a proper conversation went out the window the second he pressed two fingers to my clit, circling it as his kisses moved to the skin between my ear and my jaw.

It was impossible not to give in to the feeling; Roman was intoxicating. I whimpered with the next brush of his cock against my sweet spot, the different sensations dulling my brain with every thrust-- "Yeah,"

Roman let out a hum of approval; "Just for me?"

"Only-- Only you,"

I could practically feel him melt against me. "That's my girl,"

It was an oddity how much Roman enjoyed the sound of it. How much he enjoyed knowing he finally had a companion in the world. I could feel his cock twitch inside of me with the reminder, with the need to become one.

Because at the end of the day, that's what we were now.

We were one. 

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The next day at school was the easiest day to handle in a while. It didn't matter that people were staring, that my reputation was still tarnished, because I finally felt the stream of love floating my way that I had been craving my whole life.

"You need to start zipping this up," Roman huffed, reaching for the zipper of my jacket. He pulled me closer to the railing he was sitting on by the school entrance, shaking his head. "It's getting cold. Don't be stupid." This was a new level of intimacy. The quiet moments, the small, shared moments of care. He was almost annoyed that I hadn't done it myself, that I hadn't thought to take care of myself, thoughtless little girl. 

I loved it when he got protective like this. Absolutely adored it. It only reminded me of how much I loved him, and consequently, how I couldn't tell him. 

I glanced at Peter, who sat next to Roman, and held back a snicker. I could bet about a hundred dollars that he had never seen his best friend so ridiculously protective before. "She's not twelve," he tried, nudging Roman's shoulder, earning a displeased grunt. 

Oh, of course Peter didn't get it. Roman Godfrey, sweetly zipping up my jacket-- the simplest of all things. Nonetheless, it brought a twinge of scarlet to my cheeks as I spotted a group of cheerleaders passing us on the way to the school entrance; the looks of seething jealousy in their eyes only brought me joy. A part of me wanted the sight of Roman being sweet to leave them with a feeling of pure agony. I wanted them all to suffer. Always. For their heads to be bashed in like Jasmine nearly did to herself into her locker; I wished it upon them. On them all. 

... I needed to snap out of this.

Roman had been right-- it was getting chilly in Hemlock Grove. I shivered when he finished buttoning my buttons, smiling down at him where he sat with Peter, glad none of them could read my thoughts. I wondered whether Roman would be horrified or... comforted by the fact that I was capable of wishing cruelty upon others, just like him.

It didn't matter. None of it did. Especially not now that he was looking up at me with those big, green eyes of his with his hands tucked into his jacket, looking handsome as ever. From this angle, Roman's shoulders were almost broader, and the more I thought about his physique, the more I thought about last night when he was completely undressed.

Completely undressed, on top of me, loving me. 

... Loving me. 

If only he did.

Fuck-- I couldn't think about that right now. The need to draw him in and have him all over again would overcome me soon, and I needed to push it down. It would be quite unfortunate if I started acting like a cat in heat every time I saw him from now on. "I need to get to class," I said, keeping my hands to myself despite how much I wanted to run them through Roman's hair. 

His eyes softened as he scanned me, jacket fully zipped up and all. "What do you have now?" he asked, now toying with the fabric of my pockets. 

"Math, sadly,"

Peter looked like he couldn't wait to escape the tension that ensued the two of us being in such close proximity. "Oh, right," Peter muttered, clicking his tongue against his palate as he sat back on the banister. "Math, second period... With Letha, right?"

The name was enough to make me freeze, and just for a second, it felt like the air got colder. I was sure I might've even flinched. The image of Letha in my dreams, white as though drained of blood, clouded my vision as my heart started to thump painfully. Why was I reacting like this? 

Also, Roman looked like he had been greatly offended by something. With furrowed brows, he sat back and sent Peter a look of what the fuck. "How do you even know that?" he muttered, reaching one arm forward to drag me closer by my waist, his eyes not leaving Peter's to scan his every minuscule reaction.

I was relieved by Roman's touch-- my fingers dipped into the short hair at the nape of his neck, unsure what was happening. 

On the other hand, Peter seemed to have a hard time recovering from what I could only guess was a slip-up. "I don't know," he said, shrugging as his eyes shied away. "I just remember it, I guess."

Roman snapped; "Why?"

Okay-- I didn't want to be here for this conversation. I couldn't hear more about Letha, not after my cryptic dream. It didn't make matters any better that Peter was right, and that I would see her in my next class. I stopped playing with Roman's hair, placing a short kiss to the top of his head; "I'm heading off," I mumbled, nodding shortly to Peter before excusing myself. 

Having got a quick whiff of Roman's heavy, intoxicating perfume, I closed my eyes and clutched my books tightly to my chest as I walked to class. The sheer smell of him, the softness of his hair, the kindness of his gestures-- it all made my head wander back to last night. The way it felt to have him inside me, how he took care of me, and how good it all felt. Allowing the memories to float back into my mind, I didn't realize I was walking around with a bright smile on my face until I sat down in math class and got a few odd looks from the other students around my seat. I wasn't usually this cheery, I suppose. 

Life felt good. When I thought about Roman, everything felt great. I made myself comfortable behind my desk, feeling my tummy tingle with my reminiscing of last night; I wanted him more than ever. Now that I knew we could be together like that, I wasn't sure how I was supposed to be able to detach from him. And just as I thought I was about to explode into a burst of butterflies, I stuck my hand in my coat to reach for my phone, only to find what felt like crumbled-up paper. 

Confused, I unfolded it;

i miss the look on your face when you cum. miss you miss you miss you. let's find a quiet place somewhere and get very very noisy after school, what do you think about that? do tell. i want to know your every thought, actually. what makes you tick, and so forth. know that i'm probably thinking about you right now. always. 

- your favorite (hopefully)

Oh, Roman and his notes. When had he managed to put it in there? A few minutes ago, when he toying with my pockets? Sneaky. I was dead sure my cheeks had turned a peculiar shade of pink by the time I felt someone put down their bag in the empty seat next to me, and I was too drunk on the euphoria to glance at my partner for today's class. How I loved Roman-- I loved him to the point where the tips of my fingers burned when I thought about him. And knowing he was probably in class now as well, thinking about me too... no, it was almost too much to bear.

However, when something much harder to face suddenly sat down next to me, I would've loved to get sucked right back into my tingling cave of Roman-comfort. 

Letha. 

Letha was here. 

Letha was sitting next to me, gazing back at me with those trademark green Godfrey eyes. 

Fuck. I immediately crumbled up the note, stuffing it down my pocket to hide the content of it from her. Knowing Letha, she'd probably barf at the sight of the first sentence. "What are you doing?" I hissed, glancing around to scour the classroom for empty seats. "There's a free table two rows down--"

"I like sitting here," Letha's face remained free of strong emotion, and she turned away to unpack her supplies. "It's close to the window, and I need the natural sunlight. It helps the headache I get from the lamps in here, don't you remember?"

She said it so matter-of-factly, and for a second, it felt as though I had been teleported back to two months ago. I didn't know how to act around Letha anymore. "Sure," I mumbled. Just my luck. 

As class started, I would glance over at Letha every once in a while. She seemed so peaceful, undisturbed by my presence, and I wasn't sure why that annoyed me to this extent. Was it perhaps the fact that she sought out forgiveness from me when she refused to give me any in return? That she was seeking acceptance about the situation only when it suited her? 

It was odd to look at Letha and see her in colours. After my dream last night, I could only see her in her undead form, dead to me.  

To my dismay, Letha leaned over to my side of the table a little later that class; "Do you have a pencil?" she whispered.

A Godfrey asking to borrow my pencil? It usually led to no good. Still, I handed her one--

"Thank you,"

"No problem,"

This was so weird. It felt too normal, yet it was agony to act that it was. However, the situation only worsened when the teacher asked us to work in pairs and solve an equation on the board. I held my breath, daring to glance at Letha; she was already looking at me. "You have no clue how to solve this stuff, do you?"

I shrugged. She knew me too well. "You've probably already solved it in your head,"

Letha's smile was kind, genuine. "Want me to show you how to do it?"

"Nah," 

"Do you even do your homework anymore?"

I knew her question was coming from a good place. I could feel it. After all, I barely managed to do my homework when Letha and I had regular study sessions at her place. Just thinking about it made me remember the sweet smell of her sheets, which never mixed well with the incense she was always burning for 'good karma'. "Roman has a guy that does them for him, and I write my answers off of his," I mumbled.

I expected the mention of him to put her off-- yet Letha simply nodded, raising her brows in a conniving look. "He's corrupted you,"

"I've let him,"

"I know," Letha's green eyes shimmered with words untold as she echoed; "I know."

It was odd to face her like this. For her to know my feelings for Roman, and not walk off this time. This was the first conversation we'd had in months where we weren't at each other's throats. And suddenly, Letha took the leap I wasn't allowed to take-- she leaned in closer as she dared to whisper the forbidden words; "I miss you,"

Oh no. "Letha--"

"You never said goodbye, and now a part of me believes you're coming back,"

I let out a shaky breath as I moved my chair further away from hers. What she said had been too close to the words in my dream last night. It was chilling. "Of course I never said goodbye," I hissed back, feeling my emotions boil to a simmer. "You didn't let me." There it was, laid out in the open. "You cut me off, Letha." She had. "And you left me for dead!"

Letha held her breath high in her chest as her mouth formed a tight line. It wasn't until she moved her chair closer to mine and gripped the table harder that she allowed herself to breathe; "I left you for dead because you basically fucking stabbed me!" 

"I didn't mean to!"

"And you think I did?" Letha hissed. "You gave me no choice!"

"That's not true! I came clean to you, and the least you could've done was to!--"

"Yeah, well, I'm sorry!" 

We stared at one another in silence. There it was, my apology, served on a silver platter. I had heard it once before, but Roman wasn't here to control the outcome of it this time. Something within the bounds of my soul was relieved of anger and tension, and I couldn't halt the result of it; "I'm sorry too,"

Letha froze for a good second or two. Her lips parted in disbelief as her grip on the table lifted, and she sat back in her chair with a slow nod. It gradually dawned on her what this meant for us. 

"Do you think it could work again?"

I indulged with a soft sigh; "What could, Letha?"

"Us," she said, allowing tears to well in her eyes. "You and I. Our friendship."

It was easier to breathe, all of a sudden. I knew that an apology wasn't enough to mend our wounds, but it was a start. I nodded along with Letha and watched as the corners of her mouth tugged upwards into a smile-- I caught myself mirroring it.

"So..." she tried.

"So..."

"Did you hear that Brooke Bluebell bought a big needle from a pharmacy?" 

I grimaced; "What? No, why?"

"To get her revenge on Roman," Letha held back a laugh, biting down on her lip as she turned to write down the answer to the math equation. "From a few months ago, if you remember the whole ordeal."

"Oh," I breathed. "Needle-gate?"

"Needle-gate,"

Despite how concerning the big needle sounded, it was a funny reminder of the past; "I've gotta tell Roman," 

"Yeah, you better. I think he's blocked me, so I'm out of the picture," Letha sat back in her chair after finishing her work, and she glanced back at me as she tapped the pencil against the paper. "You've gotta tell him about prom too."

"... Prom?"

"Yes, prom," Grabbing her bag, Letha rummaged around for a few seconds until she found a flyer. It was purple, super lavish-- "It's in two weeks, I think. Kinda short notice, but I have a feeling he'd secretly want to go. He's into the classics, so I'd suggest you indulge him."

I felt my cheeks turn red as I kept my eyes on the flyer. Just the thought of me in a dress, Roman in a suit; it made me warm. Uncomfortably warm. "I think he'd rather die, actually," I mumbled, handing it back to Letha. "Are you going?"

"Meh, don't think so," She stuffed the flyer back into her bag and sighed, reaching for her phone. "The guy that I'm into says he doesn't want to go, so I'll stay home."

It hit me that this was the first time I didn't know who Letha had a crush on. Previously, she would tell me all about them. There was a Tyler, there was a Scott, and then there was a third one who had a really peculiar last name. And just as I was about to scour my brain for more names, a particular one popped up on Letha's phone as she turned it on;

Peter: I think it's time to...

That was all I was able to see, as she needed to click on it to read the whole message. My eyes widened as I sat back in my chair, sending Letha an odd look. It was clear by her body language that she hadn't intended for me to see that, and she immediately flipped her phone. 

... Was something going on?

Letha cleared her throat and turned back to me with the same smile, yet it felt disingenuous. "That's a different Peter," she said, a somewhat panicked squeak to her voice. "It's the neighbour. He might be complaining about the amount of cars my dad has parked on our street, cause they don't fit into our garage anymore. It needs to be discussed, apparently. It's time, or whatever."

That seemed like a typical rich-kid problem. I could somewhat buy it. "Is it a Godfrey thing to be crazy about cars?"

"Just you wait until you hear about the cigarettes. Dad's a real chain-smoker,"

"... Don't tell me they're cinnamon-flavoured?"

Letha sighed; "Sadly, yeah. The garage smells like a goddamn gingerbread house,"

The laughter that followed wasn't intentional, and it blended in with the ring of the bell. 

This was nice. To see the smile on Letha's face felt good, like a warm soup when you have a cold. It was a comfort to know that we could finally be normal around each other, despite the fact that we would possibly never be friends again like before, or even forgive one another. I doubted that I ever could, fully. 

However, just as I was about to excuse myself, I spotted a silhouette by the door which made my blood run cold. 

Fuck.

Roman. 

I saw it in his eyes immediately. The confusion, which quickly morphed into something darker, anger-like. My laughter died down in an instant as my body kicked into a fight-or-flight response, suddenly scared out of my mind to be caught laughing with Letha-- she seemed to catch on momentarily, but remained in her seat as she watched me shove all my supplies and books into my backpack, hurrying to get to Roman.

I had forgotten that he wanted to pick me up after class. I had forgotten my promise to not fraternise with the enemy-- fucking stupid. 

Hoping to conceal the slight tremble in my hands, I put one of them on Roman's arm when I caught up to him in the doorway, smiling up at him with an anxious breath stuck in my chest. "Hey, you," I tried, giving the sleeve of his shirt a gentle tug as I always did, a plea for him to bend down and kiss me. It was impossible to reach all the way up to his lips without it, anyway.

But Roman's attention hadn't left Letha. His eyes had narrowed, glaring at her with fury apparent in the way his jaw clenched. Had telepathy been a real thing, I'd have thought they were yelling at each other through their minds. I almost wanted to butt in and say Letha wasn't bothering me, that we were having a normal conversation-- however, I knew that would only make it worse. 

"Come," Roman said with a low growl, unlike anything I had heard from him before. With one last scorned look at Letha, he gripped my wrist and started marching down the hallway; I didn't expect to be yanked from my place the way I was, and I was sure my legs were fully in the air for a microsecond or two; "Roman!--"

"This day just keeps getting worse," he muttered, not waiting for me to find my balance as he continued to drag me down the hallway. 

Roman's grip around my wrist was hard. "Slow down!" I tried, grabbing his arm with my free hand. "It's not what it looks like! It's not-- " Everything about this made me dizzy, and his sudden anger made the familiar feeling of dread pool in my stomach. It only got worse when he pulled me into an empty classroom, slamming the door shut behind us.

I took a few steps away from him, waiting for the bomb to explode. My breath came out in short, ragged motions as my hands remained clenched by my sides in anticipation. It felt like I was five years old again, waiting to get reprimanded for having drawn on the walls. "Roman, I--"

"Shut up," Of all the things I expected, it wasn't this. Not at all. Because suddenly, my body was pressed against the door of the classroom with Roman's arms around me, and his lips pressing needy kisses to my neck. My bag dropped to the floor-- What the...?

"Not here," was all I managed to say before my breath hitched, and my hands automatically flew up into his hair. "Roman, please, wait--"

"No," He was more dismissive than ever-- I wondered why I sort of liked it. Why it made my stomach tingle, why I wanted him to do whatever he wanted to me. Was it possibly after what had happened last night? "No more bullshit." 

I closed my eyes, hoping we'd have a few seconds to disperse if someone walked in on us right now. With the force of Roman's weight against mine keeping the door firmly shut, I was sure of it. My head lulled against the door as I felt him latch on a particular spot on the side of my neck, marking my skin with his possession. I knew I was screwed-- you can't get more screwed than this. 

I was sure I disassociated for a few seconds, because suddenly, Roman's lips brushed against my ear, and I had to suppress a shiver. "We're gonna have a damn serious talk," he said, keeping me still against the door. "We need it. I need it."

Something told me we wouldn't be talking much if he continued kissing me like this. "Let's-- Let's talk, then,"

When Roman pulled away, I could finally see the frustration on his face. The way his brows were drawn together, how high his breath was in his chest, and the narrow glare of his gaze. Still, I didn't think it would result in this; it took me a while to realize his hands were no longer at my sides, and that they were now unzipping my jeans. 

"What are you doing?" I breathed, grabbing at his wrists. "Don't--"

"You think you can outsmart me?" It was as though someone had ripped the curtains off its hinges, now revealing what was always hidden behind them. Roman's breath fell heavy against my cheek as a small twitch of his upper lip revealed his inner turmoil; "You think you can tell me one thing, and then do the opposite when I'm not looking?"

My anxiety grew as I realized Roman's strength was unmatched. There was nothing I could do to fight him. "What are you talking about?" It was hard to come up with a cohesive sentence when I was this stressed. 

"Peter told me, y'know," Roman continued, a low growl in his voice prevalent in ways it had never been before. "He told me the obvious, of course. That Letha is trying to reconcile, that she misses you... But then he told me the part I didn't know. The part you probably didn't want me to know."

It was with his last ominous words that he managed to dip his fingers past my waistband, past the hem of my underwear, and placed two fingers on my clit. The unexpected touch immediately made me squirm against the door, squeezing my eyes shut. "Why-- Why are you doing this?" was all I managed to stutter out, my hands still locked around his wrist. He knew I didn't want this. He knew. "I don't-- don't know what you're--"

"Talking about?" Roman rubbed rough circles around my clit as he placed his forehead against mine, pressing my head further up against the door. "Oh, so you're not gonna tell me?" His voice got more patronizing, as though this was fifth grade and he was teasing me in the courtyard-- "Is my good little girl gonna be real stupid and not tell me? You wanna act dumb with me, huh?"

Something about his tone made my cheeks burn. His tone, his words. This was not a good way to find out about a possible kink. My mind dulled with the stimulation against my clit, and it didn't take long before I eventually felt my arousal pooling. In all ways of the word, I felt like my body was betraying me. "Not here," I echoed, breath hitching. It felt like he was pressing a button on me, like I was a toy, thoughtlessly repeating it over and over; "Not here, Rome-- N-Not, here, please--"

"I'll stop when you tell me,"

"Tell you what?" I cried, squeezing his wrists as my hips bucked into his hand. Roman knew how to touch me, even if it was at my disadvantage. My mind was racing; someone could walk in, someone could see, someone could--

"How Letha helped you get us back together," Roman's breath was so warm, so angry, against my face, it felt like he was drawing my scorching red blush on my cheeks. "How you went and asked her for advice on how to decrypt me? Maybe you don't know me at all, is that it?"

I didn't want to think about this. I didn't want to be present. I didn't want to think about the fact that Roman had gotten the information all twisted, that Peter must've had quite an extensive talk with Letha to even know parts of this story, and that Roman couldn't find another way to talk it out than to do it like this. Forcefully. Because right now, it felt too good. It felt way too good. The sensation of his fingers rubbing circles into my clit, running them between my folds to gather up my slick, only to return to my bundle of nerves to make my legs shake with a mix of anxiety and pleasure, felt too good.

"That's not true," I tried in between heaves of air. What would it make me if I came like this? "That's not-- not true, Rome--"

"I won't ever be enough for you, will I?" 

"No-- no, you're everything!--"

"Because the end of the day, you'll go back to Letha," Roman's voice was tight, restricted, as though he was holding back a heap of emotions. "No matter what I do, how gently I fuck you, treat you, you won't want to be with me forever. No one does."

If only he knew. If only he knew that I loved him. My hands let go of his wrist, and I placed my palms against his chest, forcing some space between us with a push. That seemed to do the trick-- Roman's fingers slowed down as our eyes met, and he was faced with my watery gaze. "I didn't lie last night," I said after finally catching my breath. "I've never lied to you." An unnervingly big part of me longed for him to rub me through my high, which was not too far away from the horizon, but the sane part of me knew I had to put an end to his venture into the dark ways of his past. 

Roman's mouth pulled into a straight line; "Peter wouldn't lie to me either,"

"I'm not saying he is. He just got the story wrong,"

There was a long silence, and I knew this was my moment-- I reached for Roman's wrist again, and with careful, slow motions, I got his hand out of my underwear. "Letha heard us fight, and she came over to ask about it afterwards," I started. "There was no plotting. No decrypting. The only thing she told me, was to look for a bigger picture when it comes to fighting with you. I didn't ask for it! And what you saw just now, was us being friendly. Not friends. We will never be again, after everything that happened!" 

"But... you were talking on the stairs," Roman echoed, as something in his gaze faltered. "I saw you when we were leaving the party."

Letha's following words were almost icy to the touch, hollow to the ear; "Was I right?" 

It felt as though my world stilled. Time stilled. Just for a second, I felt as though I could wade my free hand through the coldness of her phrase, and I could wave away the mirage. She was concerned, curious. Had she genuinely wanted to help me get through this fight with Roman? 

"Yeah," I breathed. "You were. Thank you." 

Letha's face softened as a relieved sigh escaped her, nodding her head slowly. It had been a long time since the last time she had heard those words from me. "Any time," 

The memory was as fresh as day. "You were right next to me, Roman. If I was hiding something, I wouldn't have talked to her in front of you," I let go of his hand, letting out a shaky breath as he took another step away from me. I could sense that his mind was cracking itself in half. "I don't need Letha to tell me how to fix things with you. Contrary to what you were thinking, I do know you. And I know you well enough to see that this isn't you being angry with me, but rather your fucking abandonment issues surfacing because you haven't dealt with them yet!"

It was clear that Roman didn't expect me to raise my voice, but hell-- I was so done with this behavioural pattern of his. 

"It might be good for me to not have the worst relationship with all the girls at this school, have you thought about that?" I said, feeling my fists clench at my sides. "That Letha and I being friendly and not at each other's throats might be good for me? And that it might also be good for your relationship with your cousin, mind you, who you've seemingly blocked?" 

Roman remained silent, at a loss for words. 

My breathing had yet to calm down, along with my arousal. "You will always be enough for me," I said, softening my tone. "You're all I've ever wanted. I'm not leaving you. But it doesn't matter how many times I tell you this unless you trust me." I zipped up my pants, huffing as I picked up my bag. It felt as though my knees were about to give out-- I could feel my slick dripping into my underwear. This was a feeling I never wanted to revisit again. Ready to storm off, to slam the door behind me with a bang and leave Roman here to wallow in whatever he was feeling at the moment, something else hit me like a blow to the head; "Wait, how did Peter know?"

It couldn't be. It seriously couldn't be.

Roman cleared his throat, no longer meeting my gaze. I could see it in the light pink of his cheeks that he was embarrassed about his outburst. "He said they talked at the party," he mumbled under his breath. "Briefly. Just for a second."

"Ah, is that right?"

Roman caught my tone, glancing up at me through his brows. "Why?"

"Don't you think it's odd?"

"... Maybe, I don't know? I was busy getting laid that night, don't ask me,"

I would've laughed had I not been so pissed off. I could see the lack of reaction on my face getting to Roman, and he gave in to a slight shiver. Finally, the roles were reversed, just for a second. "Rome?"

He looked relieved to hear me use his nickname-- "Yes?"

"You will never do anything like that to me ever again,"

Roman tucked his hands into his pockets, head hanging low. "I... really don't know what came over me--"

"Never," I snapped, biting my teeth together. I was afraid I'd start yelling. "You will never."

I wondered whether anyone had talked to him like this. If this was the first time in history that Roman had gotten a boundary imposed on him. Maybe by his mother when she was scolding him as a child, but after that? I somehow doubted it. He remained silent, eyes fixating on his polished shoes.

Finally getting the opportunity to look at him this close, I spotted the vial of my blood still hanging around his neck, poking out from beneath his shirt. In the back of my mind, after having read that stupid book on upirs, a huge part of me thought he was getting affected by it. That the constant smell of blood right underneath his nose was activating dormant senses, dormant thoughts. 

But upirs weren't real. 

Not.

Real.

Roman's silence made me feel unimaginably guilty, as though I had been the one to force myself upon him-- he looked like a kicked puppy. I hated it. So, I gathered my next breath; "Could you at least say you're sorry? Then I'll feel better about inviting you home for dinner later,"

Roman's eyes lit up as they met mine, surprised I'd even offer. "You... still want that?"

"I can barely breathe when we're apart, what do you think?"

He let out the breath he had been holding, falling apart; "I'm really sorry,"

I didn't want to dwell on it. Didn't want to think about the fact that the scared look on my face would probably get him going for months on end. That he'd think about it at night, when he woke up, and especially when he got off at the thought of me. The scared look in my eyes. 

No. I didn't want to think about it. 

Roman was the first to approach, slowly daring to tilt my head up with two fingers underneath my chin and kissing me with the utmost gentle touch. No tongue, no urgency-- just a small, soft brush of our lips against one another, creating sparks that went all the way down into the tips of my fingers. 

Letha had been right when she first warned me about him, all those months ago. Roman was the epitome of an asshole. A core so rotten, it was impossible to carve out all the bad. You could try, you could dig, you could pray, but all of it would never go away. It would forever fester in his bones, infect the very basis of his DNA, and course through his veins.

But... when he kissed me like this, I could forget it.

I could forget.

When he kissed me like this, I only loved him more.

I knew I would love him forever. 

And as the kiss deepened with the sweetest pressure, I reached for the vial of my blood around Roman's neck-- he didn't notice the way I twisted the capsule, figuring out which way to turn it so it would screw itself off. I had a feeling I would need to know this information in times of crisis. 

Just in case.

Just in case. ｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ

The rest of the evening went on as normal. Weirdly enough.

Roman had fully snapped out of his rage, and he had turned into a version of himself I hadn't seen before. He wasn't joking around. He wasn't making dirty jokes. 

He was... calm.

Assured. 

I knew this was probably a form of keeping on the low, to not take a wrong step and blow up in the minefield he had made himself. Roman laid still in my bed with his hands behind his head, watching as I scoured my closet. If there was going to be a prom, I had to look for a dress, right? 

"What are you looking for?" he asked, yawning. "Need some help?"

I shrugged, hoping to brush his question off. It was a bit embarrassing to be talking about this, seeing as he hadn't asked me to be his date or anything. "Just looking for a dress... Wondering if I still have the one I'm thinking about,"

"What do you need a dress for?" Roman sat up in the bed, watching me like a puppy would.

"I... like dresses. Need to wear them more often,"

"But it's getting colder, don't you think it's better to wear something warmer for the season?"

What was up with this obsession of his lately? He had to keep me warm at all times, supposedly. "You sound so polite," I mumbled, wading through my clothes. "Stop looking so guilty, please."

Roman let out a sigh, running his hands through his hair. "I feel bad,"

This was intolerable. It gnawed on my heart. "I told you we're fine, so please don't," I turned to him with one hand on my hip, hoping to stare some sense into him; "I even wore this crazy top to make your mood better, look!"

Roman's eyes darted down to the hot pink crop top I was wearing, and he bit down on his growing smile to stay neutral. Nonetheless, I could see it on his face that he remembered exactly where I had gotten it, and possibly the feeling he had back in that closet when he came into the soft fabric of it. "I'd rather you wore my sweater, like usual,"

"It's in the washer. And this top is fucking iconic," I pointed to the words which were stretched out across my chest. "See? 'Rock on', in big, black letters. You need to rock on more, Roman."

His smile immediately cracked, and he propped himself up on his elbows as he leaned down on the bed. "I've done enough rocking for today, that's for sure,"

I finally saw a way I could turn his mood upside down. With a smug smile, I walked over to the pink speaker I got for my seventeenth birthday and connected it to my phone. "Rome, baby, who's big in rock these days?" 

Roman chuckled, rolling over on his side to follow me with his eyes. "Depends what type of rock you're looking for,"

"Anything,"

"I don't know, then. Anything from Nirvana to Blur, I suppose," 

Bingo. I guessed that Roman was going for bands he thought I had heard of, and he had hit jackpot. With a click of a button, the intro to Song 2 by Blur started playing through the speakers, which earned me another laugh from my boyfriend. It was a typical rock song-- it started out rather quiet until it broke out into complete chaos. 

I crawled back into bed, kissing my way up Roman's stomach, which only made his breath hitch. The giggles brewing in his chest resonated through my body that was pressed up against his, and I joined the laughter as I kissed his rosy cheeks. It was intimate, it was sweet. I loved that I could do this with him now, that he was comfortable enough to be put in a position like this, and that he allowed me to pull stunts like these.

And after all, I decided I would show my love through action, as I couldn't tell him about the extent of my feelings. I knew he'd get up and bolt right out the window like something straight out of a cartoon.

Roman caught his breath, placing his hands on both sides of my face-- all the emotions he couldn't tell me either were on display in his big, green eyes, roaming around the galaxies in his dark pupils. "I trust you,"

"... What?--"

"I keep thinking about what you said earlier," he tried, stroking his thumbs across the soft skin of my cheeks. "I promise I trust you. And I'm sorry that I get in my head about it, because you don't deserve that. You deserve so much better than what I can give you, yet... I want you to stay with me. I really, really want you to stay with me."

This was a rather deep conversation to be having with loud rock music in the background. I should've definitely picked something more mellow. With a sigh, I leaned down to kiss the tip of Roman's nose-- "I told you I'm not going anywhere," I breathed. "I'm yours forever, if you'll have me."

Finally, Roman's eyes lit up. Lit up like fireworks painting the sky. "Forever sounds nice,"

"It does, doesn't it?" It was impossible not to smile.

"It so does," 

It was a relief when he pulled me tightly to his chest and kissed me. It was the type of kiss I had dreamed of having in my bed on a lazy afternoon, the type of kiss which made my heart swell as it beat against his. The type of kiss which I had only ever seen in movies, the type of kiss I could never imagine would feel this good.

No one ever told me that making out with your boyfriend was such a thrill. To be tangled up as one, to be a heap of bodies coming together, to be a mess, and that it would make my whole being vibrate with joy. Roman's lips were so gentle to the touch, yet his kisses were so hot, all-taking, that I wanted nothing more than to melt into him and become one. 

It didn't take long before he rolled us over-- I knew he wouldn't be the type to like anyone on top except for him. My hands were in his hair, tugging at the tips of his dark locks to make my fingers busy, as Roman's tongue licked a stripe up my lips; it was so soft, a feathery touch, and it drew out a shaky moan. 

I didn't know any of this was possible before I met him. I really had no idea, silly me. 

My mind didn't register the meek whine that escaped me, possibly to protect my psyche, as Roman pulled away. A thin string of saliva connected our lips as we simply breathed down at each other, gazing into the other's eyes-- I was sure mine widened a little when I felt something hard pressing against my lower abdomen. 

Fuck, that was still damn hot. 

It certainly gave the words rock on a new meaning, no?

"I need to ask you something," Roman breathed, followed by a sigh of relief when he heard the song was over. "But don't freak out on me, okay?"

I nodded, eager to have his lips back on mine again; "Sure,"

"And before you judge me, I'm not the biggest fan of this idea myself, cause I think it's kinda lame. Keep that in mind,"

"Okay?"

"So... Heh," Roman let out a soft, nervous laugh, nudging my nose with his. "You might actually want to find a dress for this to work, though."

My fingers traced circles into his hair; "Rome,"

"Yeah?"

"Stop rambling, please,"

"Oh,"

"You were saying?"

"Oh," Roman cleared his throat, placing a short kiss to my lips. "Do you want to go to prom?"

Had I not been trapped beneath him, I would've shot right out of the bed. My eyes widened as I pulled him in for another kiss, hoping to suppress the squeal that threatened to escape me. 

"Wait, wait--" Roman's words were muffled against my lips before he raised himself up, still not done. What else was there to say, though? "So, you're going?"

"... What?"

"With friends, or...?"

"Roman, what friends?"

"Ah, right," Once again, he cleared his throat and got all serious again; "So... would you want to go with me?"

It took a second for it to dawn on me that Roman had been genuinely confused. That he thought I would be going with anyone else but him. That he thought, even for just a second, that there was a possibility that I would tell him no. "Are you crazy? Of course!"

Oh, how I loved him.

I loved him to bits.

And here I was, squealing about going to prom. Roman had made me a puddle of girly with his heartthrob-ways. It would've made me sick, had we not immediately gone back to making out, but this time, with bright smiles on our faces. Kissing someone while smiling was definitely in my top three of all things possible on earth. 

Second place was being picked up like I weighed nothing, oddly enough. That was one of the perks of having a tall boyfriend, after all.

And the first place was a no-brainer. It was definitely sex. 

Oh, and who would've guessed-- we'd end up having sex a few minutes later, believe it or not. When your boyfriend is this hot, it's impossible to resist. It was the type of sex that made up for his behavior at school today, the type of sex that made me melt into the mattress with joy and pleasure. 

The cursed hot pink crop top was quickly discarded, and so was my sanity. Roman's kisses grew firm against me, muffling the sounds of my moans as his fingers dug into the soft flesh of my thighs, pinning them down and folding me into submission. It was official-- there seemed to be no etiquette to sex, and my parents being in the house was an obstacle that was easy to deal with. 

Just... shut up. Keep your mouth shut. Right?

But it was so damn hard. Especially as Roman angled his cock right up against my sweet spot with the help of the pillow beneath me, making me whine in pleasure against the kiss he had locked me in to ensure my silence. It was impossible. It made my toes curl, made my vision blurry, and made my mind go into complete lockdown. I entered a phase where I almost didn't care, where I couldn't care less at all, and where the only important thing was for Roman to do whatever he wanted to me. 

"Fuck-- me," I rambled, my hands skimming the muscular range of his broad back as I felt my need grow insatiable. 

Roman let out a huff against me, the smile on his face a visible contradiction; "What am I doing, then, gorgeous?" He was so secure, so confident, that it was impossible not to let him do whatever his heart desired to me. I trusted him with my whole being, even as his grip around my thighs started to make them ache. My lower lip quivered; "Lo--"

No, no!

"Love this," My rambling needed to end, stat. 

Roman smirked into the kiss that followed; "Me too," He seemed to be catching onto my overstimulated state, and the second I let out a sigh of relief when he let go of my thighs and the pounding against my sweet spot relented, he came right back with a move I didn't expect. Roman wrapped his arms around me, pulling me up into his lap with his cock still throbbing inside me. 

I suppressed a surprised yelp. "Rome!--"

"Shh," He guided my legs around him as he watched me adjust to the new feeling-- he was deeper than ever, now, and it freaked me out a bit. "Stay quiet for me, okay?"

I was on the brink of tears. It felt like my thoughts had short-circuited and left me for dead. My breath tensed in my chest as I draped my arms around Roman's neck, grabbing a fistful of his hair to ground myself, just as I knew he liked it. "Let's try something new," he purred, hands traveling up my thighs to grab my hips, lifting me up along his shaft as I gasped into his open mouth. 

Even when I was on top, Roman needed to have control. Perfect. That worked out well for me, actually.

The way he was looking at me made me feel like I was on fire. The green of his eyes etched into mine, watching me with unmatched amusement-- his lips were upturned into the usual smug smirk which made my heart dance in my chest, and in vulnerable moments such as these, it also resulted in my cheeks flaring up with an embarrassing shade of pink. 

It didn't take long before we found a rhythm, and before I got used to practically riding him. It was different like this, especially when Roman's hands were simply a weight on my hips, and I could fuck myself on his cock. It felt like a permission of sorts, like he was telling me he was all mine, that I could do whatever he wanted to him-- like an exchange of submission. Although, of course, Roman would never fully submit to anything in the world. 

It was easy to keep quiet when the soft pillows of his lips muffled the sounds of my inevitable moans, but when they left me, it became a fight against my conscience. A small gasp would escape me here and there, along with a loud hitch of my breath, and it eventually balled on into a breathy string of ah ah ah's-- staying quiet was an impossible task. I prayed to all the Gods above that my parents wouldn't hear the mess their dearest Roman was making out of their daughter.

They had no idea he could be like this. None. He was such a sweetheart at dinner, he'd always make sure to help my mom set the table, and he'd talk sports with my dad-- they had no idea. I could see it in Roman's eyes that he found the sight of me beyond amusing. That he got off me unraveling more than anything. He only made it harder for me to stay quiet as he pressed the heel of his palm to my clit, keeping me steady with a hand on my back as his kisses trailed down my body. 

"A-Ah, Rome--" I was done for. I was done for. 

"Shh, just a little more," Roman's lips had stayed at my clavicle for long enough to leave a mark. It dawned on me that he was leaving a trail of hickeys, and my fist in his hair tightened as my legs quivered. This was too many sensations at once. "A little more... You can take it, right?"

I couldn't utter a cohesive sentence. The pressure on my clit, his wet, eager kisses, and the way I could set the perfect pace as I slid up and down his cock made my brain buzz with static noise. I was sure my eyes had morphed into the shape of hearts as I let out a shaky, quiet moan, filling myself up with Roman's cock over and over. The best feeling in the world. 

"That's my girl..." he cooed, grabbing my waist with his free hand. "Fuck yourself on my cock, it's all yours..." His pink lips parted with pleasure as he watched me sink down on his length, enchanted by the sight. It was a delight to watch the way his perfect up-do came undone, and the way his hair fell over his forehead in messy strokes. He looked unreal, godly. 

Roman's words were enough to make my hips buck into his abdomen, but my state only got worse, deteriorated, as his mouth trailed down to my breast. The moan I had to suppress when I felt his tongue against my stiffening bud was unmatched-- I was sure I started panting as he took it into his mouth, suckling it swollen as I whimpered. 

I wanted to let it spill past my lips; I love you, I love you, I love you. In that sense, sex was dangerous territory for me. However, how was I supposed to resist when it felt this good?

My lips ghosted over the parts of him I could reach, his ear, his cheek, and I let my breath hitch against his skin as a familiar feeling pooled in my tummy. Aware, Roman only drove the heel of his palm harder into my clit, making it so that I was grinding up against him with every lift of my hips against his length. I gave into a tremble, unsure how to stabilize myself in this position-- "Rome," I cried, pleading for him to kiss me. I wasn't sure I'd be able to suppress the sounds that were threatening to spill past my quivering lips when my high washed over me.

Roman's free hand remained at my breast, pinching my bud between his pointer and his thumb in a firm hold which had me wincing in pleasure. He kissed up my body, my shoulders, my neck, my jaw, my cheek-- yet he hovered inches away from my lips, the smirk still prevalent. "You lost," he whispered.

Lost what?

It was as though he read my mind; "You can't stay quiet, can you?"

I really wished I could. I was trying with all my might. But I was so, so damn close, and I shook my head, hoping he'd take pity on me. 

"It's okay," he cooed, his breath falling hot against my cheek as he tilted his head as though to kiss me. "You were never meant to win."

And so I crumbled. Completely. Utterly. Euphoria tore through me as I fell apart in Roman's arms, and it didn't take long before he simply wrapped his arms around me, laid me back down, and fucked me through my high as I suppressed my sobs of pleasure into his shoulder. 

Honestly? I didn't remember what happened next. Completely zen, relaxed, and thoroughly fucked, I considered myself logged off for the next ten minutes or so. However, I had to run over to my mental keyboard as Roman's hand, which was previously toying with my hair, pointed to my nightstand-- "What's that?"

With a small grunt, I raised my head from his bare shoulder. Fuck. My eyes sprung wide open as I spotted The Avoidable Vampirism on display, uncovered and everything. "Uh..." How could I have left that abomination out in the open? I gulped, turning to Roman with a doe-eyed expression that I knew worked well on him. I was sure my next words would put him off his incoming queries in an instant; "It's the sequel to Twilight. Vampire erotica, the usual. Edward is gay in this book, Bella is dead, and there are tons of scenes where, uh... men kiss men. And suck each other off. Super interesting."

Unsurprisingly, Roman was immediately disinterested. "Girls," he mumbled, rolling his eyes before he pressed a short kiss to my lips. "Stop thinking about gay sex, go to sleep."

"I'm not thinking about!--"

"Sleep!"

a/n: thank you for reading this monster of a chapter!!!! as you see, Roman's going absolutely nuts... I wonder whyyy (oh we know why, don't we? don't dangle a carrot in front of a donkey or whatever they say). there are a few chapters left of this book which will be packed w shit I hope will melt your brains, but before that, I wish you all a lovely christmas and a happy new year!!! MWAH, THANK YOU!!)

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#9 with Lewis!

coming right up! ✍🏾🫶🏾

From the Quick Prompt List: 9. “Can you come pick me up?”

word count: 0.5k

pairing: reader (she/her pronouns) x lewis hamilton

warnings: mentions of alcohol, club and a bit of tooth-rotting fluff.

It was past midnight, Yn's friends were somewhere in the middle of the club drinking and dancing, and she was way too tired and tipsy to bother leaving the bar. Her body was achy after working all day and she only agreed to come because it has been forever since they went out together, but right now, Yn was starting to regret not going home.

She watched as the lights flicked again, the neon hurting her eyes and making her dizziness worse. Her phone buzzed with a random notification that lit up her screen and she stared at the picture of her boyfriend and his dog, her favorite picture of them, her lock screen.

Yn didn't think too much before getting up and dialing his number from heart while walking to the back entrance where the sound of the loud music was muffled.

"Hi, Lew, can you come pick me up?" she mumbled pressing the device closer to her ear. It wasn't common for Yn to ask him favors, although Lewis would hardly consider it a favor, but the fact was: Yn did not like to ask Lewis things, she did not like to "be a bother" and it doesn't matter how many times he would tell her that she was not bothering and that he would gladly do anything for her, she still would take forever before giving in. That's why he was confused when she asked him to pick her up, because she was out with friends in a club located 40min from his house.

"Yeah, babe, I'm on my way, but is everything ok?" he asked, already grabbing his keys and wallet.

Yn nodded but then remembered he couldn't see her.

"I'm fine, just not really in the mood to party. I'm too tipsy and there's too much light and too much noise, I just wanna get home to you and Roscoe," she explains.

Lewis stops for a second once again, because that was another first. She was referring to his house as "home" and she wanted to get back to him and Roscoe. His heart pulsed faster.

"Do you want me to stay with you on the line? Are you sure you're safe?" he asked, getting inside his car and starting the engine.

"I am ok, but if you could stay on the line I would appreciate it."

"Anything for you, gorgeous," he answered and she smiled lazily. "I'm making it there in 20 ok?"

"But it's a 40min drive," she stated.

"I'm making it in twenty," he repeated, and sure enough in twenty minutes his park was outside the club. Yn found her friends on the dance floor and bid her goodbye before running to her boyfriend. Lewis was leaning against the car, arms crossed, eyes cast on the door as if waiting for her to show up, and when she did his face lit up in a small grin.

"You're absolutely the best, I am so sorry for-"

"You won't ever bother me, Yn. I would pick you up in hell if you asked me to, I love you," he whispers.

Yn smiles hugging him closer and tighter. She was already home although they were still 40min away from his house.

Hope you guys like it -insert here messsage about liking, reblogging, ranting on my inbox, letting me know your thoughts etc etc etc- byeee *mwah*

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Babys Breath, v

pairing: bob floyd x seresin!florist!reader

summary: Bob stumbles into the nearest florist to the funeral he’s attending and, unknowingly, charms Jake Seresin’s sweet younger sister with all the anxious charm he possesses.

warnings: everyone calls reader “sunshine”, fluff!!!, protective older brother jake??, horrible descriptions of the navy, warnings will differ depending on chapter, no use of y/n or description of reader, not proofread 

word count: 1441 words

authors note: because i love you guys, you get it a day early!! a bit juicier this time!! how do we think the rest of jake's reaction is gonna go? bob + sunshine forever and ever!! as always, please enjoy!! mwah!!

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“You don’t believe me? And why the fuck not?” You held the phone between your ear and your shoulder, trying to close up the shop and interrogate your brother at the same time.

“You’ve given me no reason to trust you, Sunny. I told you not to text him.” Jake responded, voice laced with annoyance. You were sure if you could see him his eyes were halfway in the back of his skull and a hand was on his hip in that sassy pose he did.

“Oh my god, Jake. Am I not a fucking adult? Even if I did text him, which I fucking didn’t, why does it matter? He’s not Javy or Rooster who just want to fuck me and add another notch to their belt.” You snapped, scrunching your face in annoyance. The over-protectiveness he was exhibiting was eating at you, your nerves were hanging on by a thread.

“It doesn’t matter, I told you not to do something. It shouldn’t take all of your self control not to go against me. I’ll see you at home. Goodbye.”

With that he hung up, the tears of frustration welling in your eyes at his words. The universe just wanted you to fail, how could you not respond to the text? Just last week the sweetest man found his way into your shop and now you’re supposed to simply act like he didn’t exist?

hey bobby, I know this is a long shot but i need some saving

can we go get something to eat?

You locked the door to the shop and looked at your phone one more time before frowning and putting it away. The last place you wanted to be was your house, the argument with Jake would just escalate and you weren’t ready for that. Not right now at least. You’d find solace in the one place you shouldn’t. With Bob. You sat on the steps in front of the building, waiting for a response before deciding if you should just go home and face the Seresin wrath.

Every time your phone went off you hoped it was Bob and it never was. You figured he was busy, probably had other plans and didn’t want to hang out with you. 

“Is anyone sitting next to you?” The voice caused you to look up and locate where it was coming from, a smile spreading across your face when you saw who it was.

“Hi Bobby.” You pat the spot next to you, ushering him to sit on the steps next to you. 

“I was around the corner, figured you’d rather see me in person than a text.” He spoke softly, pushing his glasses up a bit and looking at you as he sat down.

“I appreciate it, I was waiting for a text. Can’t lie, I was a bit disappointed to not get one.” You chuckled, laying your head on his shoulder and breathing in. He smelled so good, especially after having worked all day.

“I hope you’re not still disappointed.” He teased, poking your side and laying his head on top of yours. He wasn’t going to pry and see what was bothering you but he couldn’t lie and say he wasn’t relieved that you came to him first about it. “I’m sorry you had a shit day, where do you wanna eat?”

“I don’t care, just not the hard deck.” You responded, closing your eyes and enjoying the softness of the moment.

“I know a spot, c’mon.” He stood up and offered you his hand, intertwining your fingers and leading you to his car.

He drove to a small diner on the outskirts of the town, intentionally so you didn’t have a chance to run into your brother. He assumed the bad day was because of your brother, and that was why you asked not to go to the nearest bar with some damn good food. The place was small and obviously family run, Bob had been here a few times before and would highly recommend it to anyone.

The two of you got a small booth in the back corner, away from the commotion of the rest of the diner. It felt more personal this way. A sweet older woman was your server, she acted like she’d known the two of you your whole lives. Once your food came she left the two of you alone, letting you talk and joke around.

“Phoenix paid me a visit earlier.” You stated, putting a fry in your mouth while he connected the dots.

“Oh my god, that’s where she went earlier. Sorry for that, I’m going to assume she came on pretty strong.” He apologized and it wasn’t even his fault, taking a bite of the food in front of him.

“Yeah, she kinda scared me a bit at first. She gave me her number though, soon I’ll have all of dagger squad.” You joked, covering your mouth as you giggled

“You know the dagger squad?” He tilted his head to the side, furrowing his brows as he tried to figure out where you would know that from unless your brother actually was in it or Phoenix told you.

“Uh, yeah. So, if I tell you this. I need you to swear you won’t speak to him about us, or anything hinting towards me.” You put your pinky finger out, the ultimate swear.

“Okay?” He hesitantly shook pinkies with you, becoming even more confused than before.

“Jake, or Hangman as you would know him, is my brother.” You let go of his pinky and took a sip of your drink while he processed the information, he rubbed his forehead as he thought about it.

“I guess I’m just confused why you kept it from me? I won’t say anything to him, I promise, I’m just confused?” 

“I get a lot of navy men at the shop and I always ask Jake about them, just curiosity I guess. You were the one man he basically swore me off of, told me I couldn’t text you back and we got into a huge argument about it.” You explained, picking at the skin around your nails anxiously. This could go horribly and blow up in your face or he could be completely understanding about it.

“Sounds exactly like him, I should’ve known the second you said he was an asshole. Hangman is the only asshole I really work with, makes everything so much harder. So he doesn’t know?” Bob asked, fiddling with the food on his plate.

“I’m not even sure anymore, he texted me earlier that you had a girlfriend. Which, I didn’t know we had taken that step.” You teased, winking playfully. “But then he said he didn’t believe me when I said I hadn’t texted you back. Which, yet again blew up into a huge argument-” 

“Which is why you called me.” He finished your sentence, shaking his head in understanding. “Phoenix started it!”

“I’m sorry for bringing you into this, Bobby.” You chewed at your bottom lip, frustrated that you brought him into the middle of this because you liked him too much.

He assured you it wasn’t just your fault, it was equally his fault too and he made sure you knew that. For the rest of the meal you explained how the initial argument with Jake went down and how you ultimately decided to say fuck it and do it anyway. Bob was appreciative of that fact and understood why you kept it all a secret. He even promised to continue keeping it a secret from your brother for as long as you wanted, even pinky swearing on it.

“We should probably get going.” You groaned, stacking the dishes from your food and paying the bill as a thanks for him saving you. Although, you both argued over it for a good few minutes.

The ride back to your car was filled with lots of laughs, you told him a ton of stories about your childhood with Jake. How you were constantly telling others he was your real brother and how you got your nickname. He called it an honorary callsign, you giggled and said you’d never call it that. He praised you for being able to live with Jake and dealing with him all the time. You walked hand in hand with him to your car, stopping in your tracks when you see the person leaning against it.

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” Jake exclaimed, pinching the bridge of his nose and doing a double take at the two of you holding hands. “Are you sure you didn’t text him back, Sunshine?”

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if you don't feel comfortable reading, this is basically a notice saying that for now i am still on a break from posting but when i return, i think that my posting schedule will be changing from 3-4 to 1-2 fics/requests a week or random until further notice

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!!TW!! E.D!! (eating disorder)

hi my lovies ♡ so you've probably already noticed by now if you have been following me for awhile that my posting schedule has shifted sporadically over the past few months and i post fics much less regularly than i did when i started out

if you have followed me recently then this will probably not affect the speed you see my fics in, this post is primarily so that my older followers know why i have been slower in releasing my series', wips, requests etc

i love posting for all of you and hearing all your positive feedback and comments but unfortunately my eating disorder has resurged and it's just not possible for me to prioritise posting over fixing this and my wellbeing as i've had a lot of not nice thoughts biting their way in again. i also don't think anyone will be surprised when i say that this fandom has also driven in some stress and discomfort recently so i need a break away from that as well even though so many people have been so nice to me on here

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i will still be posting as often as i feel comfortable with so this is not a goodbye and the longest i think i will be gone might be two weeks at longest (i'll put up another statement if it does end up being longer than that)

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Klaus mikealson x reader Instagram au 5 [masterlist]

dam0nsalvat0re Y/n the entire time we (me mostly) tried telling her about the original nut job:

@unofficialenzo HAHAHAHAHHAHA GOOD ONE

@stefaNN18 Not funny Damon…

@dam0nsalvat0re It’s a joke come on

@bonboniee too soon!

@yourusrname It’s alright—he was right so I guess…

@gilbertelenaaaaa It gets better alr? :/

@yourusrname I know!!! it’s fine really

@carebarre can you even try to be A LITTLE sensitive???

@dam0nsalvat0re That’s exactly what I’m doing! I’m joking about it so she doesn’t cry about their breakup all the time! That’s me being sensitive!!!

@carebarre I have no words

yourusrname Well just me again

@stefaNN18 Why don’t you stay over at ours for a few days?

@yourusrename I seriously don’t mind being alone but thank you mom

@unofficialenzo Ah the Great Depression…

@gilbertelenaaaa I’m coming over

@carebarre Twilight marathon?

@bonboniee GIRLS NIGHT IT IS

@dam0nsalvat0re Are you for real??? You could be out drinking your liver off meeting new people and you’re still dreading?

@yourusrname you’re right….

dam0nsalvat0re no one knows how to deal with a break up better than a Salvatore best friend (steffan excluded)

@bonbonnnie Y/n??????? She didn’t pick up any calls she wasn’t responding to any texts and you didn’t answer either?

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@unofficialenzo I was the sober company…for 20 minutes

@gilbertelenaaaa THANK GOD she’s alive

@carebear_ WHERE THE HELL DID YOU TAKE HER?

@yourusrame you stupid fucking moron I woke up on a footpath this morning

@dam0nsalvat0re I dropped you home?

@yourusrname you dropped me two blocks down my home ON THE FOOTPATH

@dam0nsalvat0re At least you’re not sad anymore look how happy you look in the photo

@yourusrname I was high. On some really really really really really low quality coke.

@stefaNN18 I am cool with break ups stop lying

@dam0nsalvat0re oh yeah playing monopoly and going to bed at 11 instead of 10 is a great time

@unofficialenzo Don’t forget the self help book suggestions

yourusername Under the same moon I guess

@gilbertelenaaaa you’re going to be okay❤️

@carebear_ We’re going to find you someone MUCH better alright?

@dam0nsalvat0re Dear god you’re STILL not over it ???? Do you want to go for a party somewhere again??

@carebear_ It doesn’t work like that and ABSOLUTELY NOT

@yourusrname Yeah I think I’m gonna pass this time

@bonbonnnie Girls night?

@yourusrname Please yes🥲

@gilbertelenaaa omw

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@yourusrname I don’t mind it sure :)

klaus.mikealson. Perhaps it was too good to last. Goodbye, Mystic Falls.

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HI HI sorry yes it’s been a long time since I’ve posted and there’s so many people in my inbox telling me to continue so here it is I promise I’ll post more frequently 😭

Sorry if this ep’s sad or whatever it’ll turn around dw

Drink water and stay hydrated mwah <33

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[blue-jisungs]

jealousy…?

summary. sunghoon’s ego boosts when he notices that you’re sliiiiightly jealous over the attention he’s giving to the kids you’re babysitting

you scoffed and rang the bell as sunghoon put his hand in yours with a handsome smile.

you told him not to go. "you’ll be bored", "they are loud", "they are going to pull your hair", "you should rest" and all that talk. but the more you convinced sunghoon not to go with you, the more he wanted to.

so here you were, standing in front of the door of your parents friend’s house. you were supposed to babysit their 5 year old daughters for the whole night.

"oh, hello! y/n you’re here! oh and that’s…?" the door swung open, the parents of kids already dressed up nicely.

"sunghoon. nice to meet you" your boyfriend said with a shy smile and greeted them.

"come in, come in. the girls already ate, their bedtime is soon so you don’t have much to do" their mom laughed and hummed, trying to recall if she has to say anything else "in any case food is in the fridge. they are not allergic to anything… you know, if anything happens just call us"

"we’ll be back in the morning" their dad added, nodding and then looked at his wife lovingly "let’s go, dear. we’ll be late–"

"okay but the girls– SUMMER, WINTER COME GIVE MUM A GOODBYE KISS!!" she yelled and you heard little footsteps rushing towards the mom. sunghoon grinned and you just shook you head. why he’s so excited?

"bye bye! listen to y/n and sunghoon, alright?" their mom kneeled and the girls pecked a kiss on her cheek, one on one side and the other one on the other. "mwah, good night!"

she placed a quick kiss on top of their heads and stoop up, sending you a comforting look. in a blink of an eye they were gone and you looked at the girls.

"winter, summer, long time no see!" you grinned, kneeling down to their level. you saw them last time like three months ago and you were proud to say that they liked you. "cmon, you’re not going to give your favourite aunt a hug?"

but they were staring up at your boyfriend, literal hearts in their eyes.

sunghoon just chuckled and waved.

"hello, girls. how are you?" he asked with a charming smile and you knew what was going on. he just wanted to impress you with his babysitting skills.

they just giggled, looking at each other.

"alright, alright. he's a boy, girls. remember about what he talked last time? ew, boys. am i right?" you looked at them. winter smiled shyly and came up to you, tugging your shirt. you sent a victorious smirk to sunghoon.

"can you make us a snack?" she mumbled, eyes still glued to sunghoon. you let out a sigh and she finally looked at you. her big, shiny brown eyes were just too much. especially when she tilted her head like that and-- "please?"

"please, y/n! you're our favourite auntie!" summer joined and you moved your gaze to look at her... and she already approached sunghoon.

"okay, okay" you nodded and ruffled winter's hair as you went to the kitchen. something wasn't right - obviously they weren't hungry since their mom said they just ate...

you turned around to see your boyfriend kneeling and smiling at them.

"let’s watch something!" winter decided and they were off, dragging him by his hands. sunghoon sent you a playful smirk before he disappeared.

you sighed and cut some fruit into fun shapes. you decided to give them a cup of water as well.

while entering the living room, you saw them whispering something to his ear. sunghoon laughed nervously and nodded.

"of course. but you can’t tell her" he grinned and you frowned.

"can’t tell me what, hoon?" you asked, emphasising his nickname. apparently it worked, because winter opened her mouth in shock and summer frowned while pouting.

"noth–" he started, shaking his head

"he said we’re prettier than you!" summer squeaked and grabbed his neck with her tiny hands.

"oh?" you rose an eyebrow and stepped closer to them. "is that so?"

"no it’s not like that" sunghoon laughed and summer whined. you sent him a playful smile and he sighed noticing you’re not mad.

"i’ll deal with you later, hoon. now, what are we watching?" you asked and sat down, placing the fruits on coffee table.

"frozen!" winter grinned, grabbing sunghoon’s hand. your eyes widened and summer leaned away to yell loudly.

"barbie!"

"no, we watched it last time y/n was over!" winter whined, tightening her small fingers on sunghoon’s bigger ones.

"girls–" he started but they didn’t stop bickering for a moment

"so what! i like barbie more! i bet he does too!" summer pinched sunghoon’s cheek. you grinned as you noticed that his plan of showing off his babysitting skills are failing.

"hey–" he cleared his throat and suddenly winter sat on his lap.

"no, he looks like a frozen guy! y/n likes frozen too!" she said with a smile and summer was desperate to sit on his lap too.

"hey!" you rose your voice slightly yet it wasn’t a yell. they looked at him shocked "don’t look at hoon. he won’t help you. look at me, girls"

they obediently listened and you sent a victorious gaze to sunghoon.

"what do we do when we can’t decide?" you asked grabbing the tv remote.

"vote?" winter asked quietly.

"yes. or we think about a movie that everyone likes, not just us. do you like tangled?" you asked, knowing the answer already. smiled grew on their faces.

"yeah!" summer threw her hands in the air. sunghoon watched you with his mouth opened, impressed by how you handled the situation "can we watch it?"

"hoon?" you asked softly, looking at him. sunghoon cleared his throat and nodded

"yeah it’s alright. do you want to watch it?" he asked, frowning his brows.

"thank you for asking. and yes i do" you hummed and turned on the movie. "are you comfortable?"

the question was aimed towards your boyfriend but the girls nodded energetically. and sunghoon just tightened his lips into a line. welp.

you grinned and sat next to them. as the movie played you tried sneakily grab sunghoon’s hand but every time he kept on moving it closer to you, winter was grumpy.

you gave up and crossed your arms, focusing on the movie you have seen thousand times.

you got to admit, seeing sunghoon with children made your heart flutter in some kind of way. but on the other hand, unfortunately for you, they got his attention.

"y/n–" he whispered after a while and it made you turn your gaze from the movie "they fell asleep–"

"finally" you sighed and stood up. "i’ll take winter and you carry summer, alright? just please don’t drop her–"

"are you underestimating me?" sunghoon teased and watched you swoop winter from his lap. he blinked twice and stood up with summer. how did you pick the other sister so effortlessly? and how are you holding her normally? poor summer, the position she’s in right now is definitely not comfortable…

"yes" you hummed and showed him the way to their room. you gently put winter in her bed and tucked her in. sunghoon looked at you and did the same.

after you left the room, sunghoon put the empty dishes to the dishwasher and you plopped down on the couch and turned off the tv.

"so what now?" he asked, sitting next to you.

"i don’t know. but that was… interesting" you sighed, shaking your head "i was their favourite, you know? and the thing with who’s prettier? cheap trick, hoon"

he scoffed and shrugged.

"well i had to waltz into their hearts somehow" he leaned closer to you.

"as if you haven’t already" you rolled your eyes. he licked his lips, frowning.

"oh y/n…" sunghoon laughed, grabbing your hand. you looked at him suspiciously "… don’t tell me you’re jealous"

"what?! i’m not! what made you think that?!" you yelped and sunghoon started laughing. in one swift move he towered over you, pining you to the couch.

"you’re so jealous. over two little girls? come on" he smirked and you just slapped his arm.

"i literally said i’m not!" you whined, covering your face.

your boyfriend chuckled and placed a soft kiss on top of your head.

"it all makes sense now why you didn’t want me to come" sunghoon shook his head and sighed, laying down next to you as a big spoon "c’mere"

"shut up" you mumbled but melted into his touch.

"you’re my jealous little thing, hm?" hoon hummed, placing his chin on top of your head "don’t worry, i love you and only you"

"you better be" you scoffed.

in a matter of time you two fell asleep, deciding to take a short nap. it turned out that in a meanwhile the girls woke up and joined you two on the couch.

the next day, when their parents returned, they couldn’t help but smile at that sight. and obviously, they took a picture.

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[chimielie]

lay all your love on me

summary: Sakusa Kiyoomi x Reader. The “good” ending to 1:37 P.M.

word count: 1.2k

cw: angst to fluff, a little bitter, mostly sweet.

a/n: we love communication! we love working things out. i would not do it but we love it. much love mwah

“Am I too late?” He asks, and you open and close your mouth, speechless. “Please,” he says, and you’ve never heard him sound so miserable in your life, his voice hoarse and cracking with desperation. “Tell me I’m not too late.”

The front door is still open, swinging back and forth slightly from Kiyoomi’s dramatic entry. A finger of the breeze brushes over you, blowing your hair away from your face, always a sure signal that the wind would slam the door one way or another. You duck past him and sprint for the door, trying to mitigate the scuff on your wall or the damage to the doorframe. He goes for it, too, and you find yourselves standing at the side of the open door, clutching it tightly in slightly sweaty palms. One of his strong arms is lifted above you, and you can nearly feel the heat radiating from his side. You exhale a laugh, leaning your forehead against the door. He does the same with a thunk and a sigh.

“Why are you here, Kiyoomi?” You step away from the door and towards the kitchen, taking a seat on a stool at the counter and leaning on your elbows. You angle your neck to look at him, and after shutting the door carefully, he walks over to take a seat beside you.

“Shouldn’t it be obvious?” He says. His tone is calm, but you don’t miss the way he’s gripping the edge of the counter or his panicked eyes, the way he blinks back tears that keep returning seconds later.

“No,” you say, and your voice is quiet but your words are angry. “It’s not, because for the last few months you’ve acted like you don’t want to be in a relationship with me, and yesterday you barely reacted when I broke up with you, and now you’re here. And truly, I don’t understand why.”

“I think me showing up here shows that I reacted pretty fucking strongly,” he says.

“Language.” It’s meant to be sassy, but a part of you does feel that cursing at each other will only make this departure worse. He looks down briefly.

“I’m sorry,” he says, and when he looks into your eyes again there are tears tracking down his face. “I was really upset when you texted that because I knew I’d been wrong, leaving you, I wasn’t thinking straight when I texted back. I couldn’t find the right words to text, so I called you, and you didn’t pick up, and I knew if I wanted to save this I had to prove to you that you’re a priority in my life. That you are my life. If anything,” he says sadly. “I wanted to say goodbye.”

“But what is this?” You press. “What are we even—” you choke on a sob, and you realize belatedly that you’re crying again. “What are we fighting for?”

“You’ve been fighting,” he says, and you can’t believe how good it feels to hear him acknowledge that. Your shoulders relax. The tears in your eyes are flowing faster.  “I haven’t, and I’m sorry. I love and appreciate every part of you, every part of our relationship. I know I might not have given you enough to fight for, but I’m fighting for…”

He trails off. In the ensuing silence, or rather the absence of words: you’re still sniffling, and although you can tell he’s trying to regulate his breathing and calm himself down, the inhales and exhales are still irregular and jagged. As you watch him struggle to form words, your dam breaks.

“You can’t even say it! You don’t even know what you want from me, I know,” you sob, and then you’re toppling from your seat forward into his chest and he’s catching you, strong and warm and solid, and the two of you fit together perfectly. Absurdly, it’s like puzzle pieces, making a sad picture. You wonder mournfully how you could live without this, without him.

You stay like that for a moment, crying into his chest while he inhales the scent of your hair and holds you tightly.

“I love you,” he murmurs into your ear, just for you to hear, no one else, never anyone but you. “I love you, I do, I love you so much.” He gathers you up in his arms and takes you to the couch, laying you down and fetching the both of you a glass of water afterwards.

“Thank you,” you croak, and clear your throat. “Mm. You didn’t need to.”

“I did,” he says, sitting down beside you, hands folded. “There are a lot of things I need to do.” A pause, and you simply look at him with watery eyes. “If you’ll let me.”

“Figure out what you want,” you say. “I know what I want. I’ve told you before.”

“I know what I want,” he says, and his usually perfect posture is slouched, his nose red from crying. You offer him a tissue, silently. “I want to lie by your side every night and I want to take you places you’ve never been so I can watch you fall in love with a new view and I want to make you happy, as happy as you make me. I want to make things better with you. I want so many things that it all boils down to that I just want you, whatever way you’ll have me.”

You think back to your conversation on the phone yesterday and your chest aches as you remember all the ways he’s failed your relationship.

You think back to waking up without him, to hot scented showers and the bathroom he’d gotten customized to your taste, to the first time you’d kissed him on an impulse and the only time you’ve ever seen him truly flustered. You remember all the acts of service he does for you, angry or not, the little ways he’s always tried to reassure you that he loves you, he’ll love you forever. You look at him and you see all of the good times and all of the bad times.

You find that the bad times can hardly measure up.

Seeing Kiyoomi now hurts your heart, curled in on himself as he is, drowning in guilt and fear and a strange sort of acceptance. You’ve never seen him like this. You know (you’ve always known) that he’d do anything you asked of him, including let you go.

You won’t ask that much.

“I’ll have you if you’ll have me,” you say, your vocal cords feeling so strangled that you wonder at first if he heard. You can tell he has, though, when his head jerks up, his lips parted and astonished. He makes an aborted movement toward you, almost afraid to touch you, and you close the gap, arranging yourself in his arms while your hands come up to play with the baby hairs on the back of his neck. “I know,” you stumble over your words. “It wasn’t just you. I’m sorry for whatever hand I had.” He shakes his head, his curls tickling your face and neck.

“I’m sorry,” he murmurs into the junction between your neck and shoulder, and you can feel saltwater dripping onto your skin. “I’ll never treat you with so much disrespect again.”

“I know,” you say, burrowing further into him. “I have full confidence we’ll work everything out.”

When he kisses you, slow and emotional and full of so much love you can taste it, flooding your senses, you know that while everything isn’t quite alright yet, it will be.

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: F Boy (again)

Debut: Super Mario Land 2: Six Golden Coins

It feels so strange to look back on my very first post for this blog! It’s so... dry! Where’s the passion? Back then I really had no idea what I was doing and was just kind of imitating Mod Chikako hoping nobody would notice... but thanks to all the love this blog has received, I think I can write with a lot more confidence now! Not to get all sappy on the first paragraph, but I really appreciate everyone who reads this blog with all of my heart. And that includes You!

But if I’d known I’d spend several years using the moniker “Mod F Boy”, I probably would’ve put more thought into the name I picked, huh? I’m not even sure I’m a boy anymore! I just thought the name was funny and that was that! But given how indecisive I can be, maybe it’s a good thing it was so spontaneous... Like it or not though, I am more attached to the concept of “F Boy” then I was three and a half years ago, so it’s only fair I give F Boy the post he deserves and write a whole lot more about him! 

Believe it or not, F Boy is a fire enemy! A single flame with dot eyes, the classic design they’ve been using since Fire! I’ve expressed love for them in the past, but this little dude is a little different... it isn’t found in a lava or castle stage like you might expect, but the spoooky scaaary stages, AKA Pumpkin Zone! Why’s that?

Enter the hitodama! Literally using the characters for “human soul”, these ghostly wisps of fire from Japanese folklore are probably something you’re familiar with even if you don’t know it! The Litwick Pokémon line, the flames on Jibanyan’s tail, the little flames around the boy from the toilet anime, or even the Embers from Paper Mario... that’s really just a couple of specific examples off the top of my head, but they are in basically anything associated with Japanese ghosts! 

Though... all this time I’ve always called them hitodama, but I should probably specify they aren’t the only kind of ghostly fireballs! Onibi (demon fire) are often described similarly, and I’m not totally sure what the difference is! I suppose they would be more demonic hence the name, and probably less of a good idea to get close to. Also, if they're made by fox demons, they’re kitsunebi (fox fire)! Isn’t that neat! But there are no foxes to be found here, so F Boy definitely isn’t that (Unless it stands for Fox Boy...?).

However, you might be more familiar with the concept of will-o’-the-wisps, a similiar kind of legend from Europe- in fact, a whole number of cultures around the world have stories of ghostly lights and flames! There’s two explanations for this, either that it is a misunderstanding caused by some chemical reaction (boring, lame) or that hitodama are real and really exist for real (fun, exciting)! I encourage everyone to go outside with a net and catch as many as they can. 

Even though hitodama can be red or orange in some traditional accounts, they’re mostly described as blue and most modern media sticks with that! Which makes it quite weird that F Boy... isn’t! He is a rather fetching orange of course, and without the added context of spooky old Pumpkin Land you wouldn’t be mistaken for thinking he is a lava enemy that just got lost or something! 

Now, moving on to a completely different topic, something else that is great about F Boy is his little cheeks. Have you seen them? Here is the picture one more time in case you forgot after all that. He doesn’t have one in the sprite, so isn’t it quite weird to give a fireball enemy such distinct little cheeks? I want to squeeze them, even if they are probably intangible. 

And finally, we come to the part we’ve all been waiting for- the name! You were thinking it, I was thinking it, it’s probably the only reason I chose to write about him in the first place! Because F Boy is a funny name for an enemy! I think it’s just quite silly to describe a fireball as a “boy” in the first place, as a term of endearment. It is just a boy! A little guy! He’s not hurting anyone! 

But then they add to that name- one letter. That one letter, F. It changes everything. All of a sudden, there’s a question floating in the air- what, pray tell, does the F in F Boy stand for? 

If you’ve been following our blog for a while, you might remember we added an addendum to the original F Boy post, saying the mystery had finally been solved- the English version of the Super Mario Bros. Encyclopedia lists his name as Fireball Boy, which is a pretty definitive answer right?

But since then, it’s been more or less exposed that this translation took a bunch of unsourced and conjectural names from the Mario Wiki, leading to something of a controversy and a Mario Wiki page that is essentially just roasting the whole thing! If even the Wiki doesn’t accept this book as an official source, I wonder if there’s any merit to the name Fireball Boy at all! Either way it’s odd how this is the ONLY name they changed... do they know something we don’t? I dunno! 

My next evidence to present to the court is something that isn’t really related to F Boy at all! Rather, in Super Paper Mario, the Lava Bubble enemy has a tattle that reads the following:

It's a Lava Bubble. This fiery magma boy loves the heat... Max HP is 1 and Attack is 4. Obviously, it's quite immune to fire... It pops out from below when people approach, so take care when jumping over lava...

Fiery magma boy! The chances of this bit of text being intended as a reference are very very slim, but what if, you see? What if? It’s still a fun coincidence, but what if though??

But of course, my favourite possibility is that it isn’t a word related to fire at all and is actually something completely different! I looked up a list of adjectives beginning with F and I’d like to highlight ones I want F Boy to have. Fabulous! Friendly! Faithful. Fantastic. Fascinating! French? Fresh! Fun, and Funky! Faultless. Fetching. Feminist! Festive. Formidable. All these and more describe the complex soul that is F Boy. 

After all is said and done, that is F Boy! Who would’ve thought that a little monochrome fireball enemy from a Game Boy game could have kicked off so many months of writing for this blog? I said in the first paragraph that I would not get too sappy, but now we are in the last one I can be as sappy as I dang well please! This blog has brought me such incredible joy and friendship that you can’t even imagine, and my only hope is that I can convey these feelings to even one person who reads these silly posts. If you are reading this? I hope you have a wonderful day! I hope you have a wonderful life! I hope you never forget to be passionate about the things that really don’t matter at all, because no one else can decide for you what is worth caring about! Mwah! A kiss goodbye. I’m not sure how to end this post. 

[mymegumi]

cross my heart

pairing: iwaizumi hajime x gn!reader

genre: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort

word count: 1.0k words

warnings: selene plays fast and loose with past tense and present tense because some things are flashbacks and some arent (flashbacks are now included in italics for ease) no idk wtf is happening in this fic: also i don’t really condone what reader does in this fic pls do not follow in their footsteps

note: i’m probs gonna write a few fics based on SOUR and this is just the first one giggles <3 mwah love y’all

There’s a hole in your heart, you think to yourself as you stare at the sky. A suspiciously spiky haired hole that seems to cave and crash and carve itself into your skin with every second that passes before your eyes.

You remember a lot of your youth, unfortunately that means that you remember a lot of the stupid shit you’d gotten into before you had decided to get your act together and pick your feet up off the ground when you walked, instead of scuffing them and leaving your mark in the world. You remember the way you answered his every beck and call, the way you were attached at the hip, and the way that you had done anything to just be someone that could stand at his side.

It’s pathetic, really, when you look back at it now. There was something about the way his laughter would bounce against the walls of your room that made you want to hold him in your hands, to never let him leave. When he smiled at you, teeth showing and the slightly chipped front tooth from when Oikawa had thrown a football at his face, it made you think of sunrises and sunsets on a warm summer night.

“Do you think,” he had started with his head turned towards the star-speckled sky, “that we’re going to make it out of this town?”

The thought had made something close to hope blossom in your chest—the notion that it was a we and not just a me.

“I think, as long as the two of us stick together,” you responded, eyes tracing the curve of his nose and the slide of his cheeks, “we can make it anywhere.”

Looking back at it, Iwaizumi had looked forwards, towards the sky and towards what else the world had to offer him, while you had kept your gaze on him. It was always, ever on him.

When he left your small town, left the safety that the village offered to you and to the future you’d have, you weren’t surprised. You had been more surprised that he hadn’t even thought to take you with him.

You twirl a dandelion stem in your hand, watching the white puffs fly off of the stem. In a perfect world, where he had promised to love you and cherish you for as long as you both lived, you’d be sitting here with him at your side. Yet, you’re stuck in the small town you’ve grown up in, trapped and suffocated in a world that was too small for the both of you to flourish.

“Still stuck in this town?” Hanamaki had asked you, hand curled around a coffee cup. “Surprised, you seemed like you were too big and bad for us.”

You laughed into your own cup, one hand holding it up while the other one rested one the table lightly. If he noticed your fingers twitch, he said nothing of it. “Well, sometimes I think I’m still here because I’m waiting.”

“Still playing guessing games?” His eyes were filled with mirth, one eyebrow raised as he tilted his head towards you slightly. “I’ll bite, though—waiting for what?”

The look of amusement morphed into something softer around the edges, a bit more pitying and the sight of it makes your stomach turn. Turning your gaze away from him, you tapped your nail on the table as you sighed. If there was one thing you hated the most, it was the look of pity when people asked why you stayed.

“What I was always waiting for, Makki. I was waiting for him.”

You’re glad Hanamaki made it to the city. He’s too big, too bright to let the country life damper his shine. You think somewhere along the line, yours had been tamped out with a harsh foot, unforgiving and cruel in its hubris. As if mocking you for the want you felt in your chest, taking the hope in a careful hand before it crushed the life out of it.

The sun setting brings a different level of cooling, the breeze an effortlessly calming effect on you as you sit out on the porch in front of the house you’d inherited from your parents. All you could hear was the sound of your own heart beating, and the cicadas’ song that was the backdrop to the otherwise peaceful atmosphere.

The crunch of shoes on gravel isn’t even enough to pull you from your quiet reverie, instead content to let your head tilt back towards the full moon showering you in her love. The stars surrounding her twinkled, as if trying to let you in on a secret you couldn’t understand yet, and when Iwaizumi’s familiar weight made the porch creak and moan beside you, you start to think you have an inkling of what they were whispering to you.

“Hi.”

His smile is brilliant, as efflorescent and as breathtaking as the day you had said goodbye to him. The years had weathered his boyish charm, instead turning it into a rough sort of handsomeness—the fat of his face had faded to jagged edges and sharp lines.

“Hi.” You respond, turning away from his smile, for fear of being sucked back into him—back into the person you had been in your youth, that had followed him to the ends of the earth and back for a lick of attention. “Welcome home.”

“I think,” he starts, head turning back to the star-lit sky in your peripheral view, “that I finally am.”

There’s a lot being unsaid—years of miscommunication and radio silence, and yet now, you think there’s more of a chance than when you were a kid. A chance for something, anything more than the one-sided relationship you’d allowed to consume your youth. You’re older now—more worldly, if you will—and you think that instead of just giving, just offering all you have to Iwaizumi, perhaps this time there would be take as well.

For now, you’re both looking at each other, as opposed to the moon herself.

[amphxtrite]

five am drives // c.d

First blurd for my 500 follower celebration, this one was requested by the lovely @oldschoolkiddo mwah, hope you enjoy!

summary: nothing like an early morning drive and a dance down empty roads to rid of the end of summer blues.

word count: 927

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As summer fades to fall, the sense of summertime glee seemed to fade from Cedric’s cheerful demeanour, it left him with a rather sour personality, especially in the last few days.

But while Cedric was bitterly saying goodbye to the warm months, you were not about to let him sulk his way through the remainder of summer vacation when there was still so much to be done.

“Darling? Darling wake up.” You coo gently, peppering kisses on Cedric’s sleepy face.

His eyes cease to open, but his nose begins to scrunch as he is slowly probed awake.

“Y/n? Bloody hell angel what time is it?” Cedric murmurs, attempting to ignore you by worming his head back under the covers.

You roll your eyes and pull the blankets back again, pressing more kisses against the brunettes skin.

“Five o’clock Ced, now wake up I’ve got a surprise for you.” You giggle, attempting to lift your huffy boyfriend from the bed.

“Angel when I said I wanted to wake up to your kisses I did not mean at five in the morning.” Cedric groans, biting back a yawn and fighting the urge to lay back down.

“Please darling? It’ll be worth it I promise!” You pout, turning on the charm as Cedric looks at you with a torn expression.

“Don’t look at me like that. You know I can’t say no.” He sighs.

“Maybe that’s why I’m using it dummy, now get dressed and meet me in the car.” You smile, sitting up and grabbing Cedric’s hoodie.

“What’s wrong with me going shirtless?” Cedric smirks sleepily.

“Oh hush and get ready you flirt.” You laugh, throwing a t-shirt so it lands with a ‘thump’ on Cedric’s face.

“Alright you got me, now what?” Cedric yawns as he steps out of your shared bedroom, stretching his arms and gazing expectantly at you.

“The surprise isn’t here.” You huff, tugging on Cedric’s arm for him to follow you.

He eventually obliged and followed you down to the front door for you to jump into your car and smile.

“The car darling? Listen I know I’m a wizard but I’ve seen ours a hundred times.”

“Just get in the bloody car. You’re making this extremely difficult Ced.” You groan, gripping the steering wheel in a tight, agitated grasp.

“Alright, Alright I’m coming.” Cedric mumbles, stepping into the passenger seat in mock surrender.

You roll your eyes at the brunette’s cheerless demeanour and attempt to lighten him up.“Don’t be like that Cedric, the sky's awake and we need to say good morning to it!” You sigh contently, sticking your keys into the ignition.

“It’s still dark love, we shouldn’t be waking the sky up so rudely.” Cedric smirks to himself as you shoot him and ‘really?’ glare.

“What?”

Once you’ve gotten Cedric to quiet down by promising breakfast when you get back, you begin your travels down the dark roads towards the outskirts of town. You hum along to the songs on the radio as Cedric watches the street lights flicker in the streets, but his eyes return back to you as your drive takes you up an empty country road.

His eyes flicker from your eyes to your lips with a hidden, dopey grin on his face. His tired eyes droop and fall as he absent mindedly begins murmuring your name. The smile does not go unnoticed by you and your bite your lip to hold back the fit of giggles, threatening to push past your lips.

The car is rather silent other than the sound of tires on pavement and the quiet hum of the radio playing a muggle band. You nod to yourself as you stop the vehicle next to an open field with no other cars around and turn to the sleeping hufflepuff.

“Ced wake up. We’re here.” Your whisper, gently shaking your boyfriend's arm as his light snores fill the car.

“W-what? How long was I asleep?” He sighs, rubbing his eyes and glancing around.

“Only a couple minutes, come on!” You laugh, opening your door to step out and run to Cedric’s side.

“W-We’re on the side of the road-”

“Your point?” You question, dragging him out by his hands and hugging him around the waist.

“You’re not planning on murdering me are you?” He chuckles, hugging you back and resting his chin on your head.

“Way to ruin the moment Diggory.”

“Just doing my job l/n.” Cedric chuckles, pulling back a bit and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“You’re forgiven. Now!” You smile, reaching over into the car to the radio and turning up the volume of the soft song playing.

“Care for a dance love?” You whisper, pressing a kiss on Cedric’s nose.

“I thought you’d never ask, angel.” Cedric smirks, resting his hand on your waist and pulling you out into the centre of the road.

You laugh as he begins twirling you like you were at the yule, but jumping about like you were children in a bouncy castle.

the smiles never leave your faces as you dance around the road in the light of your headlights and the slow rising sun. Puffy clouds replace the twinkling stars, the sun begins its slow ascend into the sky as the sleepy moon slowly fades away.

All seems to disappear as you sway in the arms of your lover, even the tune of the song becomes white noise compared to Cedric’s beating heart and soft breath lulling you into a dream like state.

“Hey love?” Cedric’s soft breathy voice chuckles next to your ear.

“Yes Ced?” You smile, nosing yourself closer to Cedric’s neck.

“Thank you. I’m glad we did this.” He sighs, planting a kiss on your cheek.

“I told you Diggory, the sky's awake and we needed to say good morning.” You giggle, removing yourself from Cedric’s neck and tapping him gently on the nose.

“Yes and what a wonderful morning it is.” Cedric sighs, nuzzling his nose to yours and taking your hand into his again as you sway in the rising sun, with nothing on your minds but the gratefulness for each other.

[curseofaphrodite]

guess which bitch is back

✨me✨

lmao sorry for not being active lately. moving on w shitty life story i fell down the stairs while coming from tuition yesterday. my back hands and legs hurt like a bitch. i think i traumatized the guy who was behind me. bc he was like "bitch tf you did??" he was literally shook deadass was in trance and he stared at me like i'm some alien (probably i am-) me 🤝 traumatizing people since 1989 bc yes i told my guy friend about it and he was like "shit why wasn't i there pls can you fall tomorrow too? xoxo" BITCH OK I THOUGHT WE WERE FRIENDS BUT CLEARLY NOT he was joking i hope for the sake of our friendship

SYDNEY SWEENY IS SO BEAUTIFUL 😍

today we had "blessing ceremony" and nyasa and my other friend ditched left me alone to deal w tina #sad but i j said her hi and then ignored her so hehehe girlboss

anyways i don't need alcohol to be chaotic moi makes bad decision without drinking 🥱💅‼️

i brought a teddy bear and it's pronouns are he/they. he's name twins w nyasa s teddy both of them are called andy 💗👼✨ ofc they're named after the loml andrew garfield just remembered i never told you my pronouns lmao i use she/her and i'm a raging bisexual you can tell i'm a ✨material gworl✨💅💋

ANYWHORE MY BF IS SO HOT LIKE WHAAAAAT???? we were randomly hanging out in his room my family is friends w his family since like forever so they don't care if we're alone in a room or not #coolindianparents itna trust i could never- moving on out of no where he's like "garmi ho rahi naa?" (translation: it's getting hot in here?😼" and he proceeds to remove his t shirt and omg so seggsy?? mf was shirtless (he does gym mf has abs but not very muscle-y? my mans a skinny legend lmao do you get what i'm saying probably not) and j wearing *drum rolls* *dramatic pause* 🥁🥁🥁 ✨GREY SWEATPANTS✨ istg he'll be the death of me

i think i'm in my ✨bridgerton✨ brothers phase antony and benedict omg so hot

i love you tori mwah mwah

goodbye lover i swear i don't do drugs

🔮(pretty emoji)

girl you need to be cellotaped to a human sized pillow. i do not trust you with walking anymore. omg yes stop traumatizing the poor dude 😭😭 hehe your friend better be joking or im taking out my knives. jjk.

AAA SHE IS SO FUCKING BEAUTIFULLL. omg noo not tinaaa. GOOD FOR YOU THO SCREW HER SHE SUCKS.

believe me bestie i know. still i dont think alcohol would help w your decision making either djsk 😩😩 [ jk we're getting drunk together 4 years from now when im out of uni w hopefully a job ]

HAHA YOURE NOT JUST A RAGING BISEXUAL YOURE A CHAOTIC BISEXUAL. dude i love the teddys gib one to me 🔪🔪

OMGG GOOD FOR YOU ISTG HE DID THAT ON PURPOSE HE WANTED TO GET A COMPLIMENT OUT OF YOU THAT SMOOTH FUCKER.

i still need to watch that show and i oop. i should probably start likr ern.

AA THATS SO BEAUTIFUL

i love you more

omg i dont have any color pallette coordination fml.

GOODBYE LOVE YOU SURE YOU DONT DO EM??? WHO KNOWS ANYMORE

[lettrespromises]

KUROO, AKAASHI AND ATSUMU - TAKE MY HEART WITH YOU.

@luveranime​ wrote : ❝ Heyyy! Could you do one where kuroo and akaashi and atsumu are leaving to another country for volleyball purposes and they have to say goodbye to their s/o?🥺🥺 ❞ A.N :  ❝ Dear reader,  this is my first request and i’m nervous as heck, i’m trying really hard not to scream right now. anywhoopsie! i tried to make these both sad and fluffy because all my posts are kind of angsty and i don’t want to be pinned as a heartbreaker. i had so much fun writing this so thank you so much for requesting, sending lots of love and kisses your way! mwah!  Sincerely yours, Nikki ❞ Genre: Kinda sad, kinda fluffy. Warnings: Bits of crying, mentions of sex but no actual smut (post time-skip for Atsumu).

Kuroo is the type of person who gets emotionally attached slowly, but once he’s attached to you, there’s no going back. His passion is unmatched (yes I may be writing this because he’s a scorpio and so am I), meaning that he will pour every ounce of love he possesses into your relationship.

He loves hard and will always put you before anything else. As a matter of fact, you were the one who had to force him to go abroad to study new volleyball techniques and come back as a better, more experienced player.

It took forever to convince him though. He felt guilty for leaving you behind and as stated before, you come before anything else, including volleyball. (Lucky you, he’s putting his first love after you.)

As much as he is excited to meet new players, learn new ways to be a more efficient middleblocker and discover a new country, his excitation counterbalances with the thought of leaving you. He’s both looking forward and dreading leaving Japan, and you in the process. 

The latter causes him to lack slumber, he has terrible insomnias because his emotions are tearing him apart. Thankfully, you’re here to whisper sweet nothings to him and secure him in your embrace to make him fall back asleep (although, the few nights leading to his departure often result in him squeezing the life out of you when you’re sleeping, send help.)

The atmosphere of the ride to the airport is very close to pure denial. You’re both singing until ripping your vocal cords, his palm has found a permanent place upon your thigh, sometimes he squeezes your flesh to print this sensation into his head because deep down he knows this is the last time he gets to see you and touch you before a long time.

At the airport, you’re the kind of cliché couple to melt into each other’s embrace amidst comforting silence. You both feel like you’re all alone in the airport, like there’s nobody else there.

Your hands grip his Nekoma jacket hard, as if your life was depending on it, but after all, you just needed to keep this feeling with you at all costs- the feeling of your boyfriend’s toned arms around your waist, squeezing you like there’s no tomorrow while you keep your eyes shut.

Kuroo, on the other one hand, runs his digits through your hair in a comforting manner and delivers occasional pecks on the crown of your hair. 

However, you both know it’s time (although you might have been trying to purposefully make Kuroo miss his flight), which results in Kuroo saying “Kitten, I know it’s hard but I have to go now.”, cue your cute self looking at him with pleading eyes. “Don’t give me this look, baby, I hate this as much as you do.”

He envelops your cheeks with both of his gigantic palms and presses one final kiss upon your lips, it’s everything you wanted and represented Kuroo so well- passionate, caring, both soft and rough on the edges. His thumbs wipe away the tears crashing down on your cheeks, once he pulls away due to the lack of oxygen, he doesn’t miss to slap your butt because... Kuroo...

Upon leaving, he puts his Nekoma jacket upon your shoulders while flashing you his toothiest smile : “I’ve always thought you rocked it better than me, kitten.” 

As he makes his way to the main hall, he looks back at you and mouths a very touching “I love you, I’ll be back to you soon.” and blows a kiss your way, you stare at him and squeeze his jacket against your chest, at least you have a new cuddle buddy as a replacement.

Ahh, Akaashi, or as I like to call him: agASHEHHHH.

It’s safe to say that he is the polar opposite of Kuroo regarding display of affection. Love with Akaashi echoes to comfortable silence, but that certainly does not mean he wouldn’t get the moon for you if you asked.

Akaashi becomes unconsciously a bit more distant and a bit more silent the week leading up to his departure. He thinks that gradually separating himself from you will hurt you less once he’s gone, he just wants his absence to cause you as little pain as possible.

You, on the other one hand, get quite frustrated with this semi-silent treatment. He doesn’t come at your place as often, he cuts the conversations short and says he’s too busy with Bokuto-san to hang out with you. 

The truth of the matter is, he’s hurting so much from the inside, and this idea of his is just eating him alive. It eats him alive because you’re away, and he’s the one blocking you off. He absolutely hates the way he’s acting.

Hence why, the day before of his departure, he crashes at your place with takeout, a bouquet of everlasting flowers and all the good stuff to have the perfect movie night.

Needless to say, you’re shocked once you see him and all these things he brought specifically for you. He takes time to carefully explain why he chose to bring you all of this: he ordered this peculiar takeout because it’s your favorite, he got you this bouquet of everlasting flowers so you can have a permanent proof of his love for you and the full ‘movie night’ equipment to light up the mood of this fatidical night.

Although he doesn’t really initiate any kind of affectionate touches, this night is the total opposite- he delivers pecks everywhere on your face, envelops you safely into his embrace, plays with your hair while you’re watching the movie and whispers a few “I love you so much.” in the crook of your neck.

Eventually, you both fall asleep and he carries you bridal style to your bed where you both spend the night together, comforted by each other’s embrace.

Akaashi insisted on going to the airport alone, the will to cause you as little as possible still embedded in his brain. Thus, he leaves you while you’re sleeping and admires you one last time before delivering a sweet peck on your forehead and whispers “I’ll be back before you can say it, dove.”

Once you wake up, you pat the other half of your bed only to realize you’re alone and Akaashi has already left. However, there’s a curious bag next to your bed. As you open it up, you realize it’s filled with Akaashi’s clothing and his signature smell is locked in within the fabric, there are also a bunch of neatly handwritten notes for each day he’s gonna be without you. All of them are reminders of your qualities, how much he loves you and memories of your dates with polaroid pictures.

 Upon seeing all these precious things specially prepared for you, you go back to sleep, hugging his pillow close to your chest with a soft smile on your face, Akaashi’s favorite smile.

Oh well, now this is a wild one.

Dating a professional volleyball has its pros and cons, and needless to say, the biggest disadvantage of dating Atsumu is how often he needs to go abroad to play against a foreign team. 

Now, of course you’re his number one fan and rightfully so and Atsumu asks you to come with him all the time but you can’t just leave your professional life aside, hence why it’s always bittersweet when he has to leave.

However, if it’s bittersweet to you, to Atsumu, it’s the best occasion to tease the hell out of you because you pout every time he brings up the fact he has to travel to another country. Cue the inevitable “Aw, is somebody gonna miss me or what?” and the obvious wink sent your way.

Teasing you is a way to make you crack a smile or laugh, which indirectly makes you forget about his trip for work or at least it makes it less painful because you’ve been laughing so much with your boyfriend. And to Atsumu, it’s the perfect way to capture a few candid pictures of your beautiful grin so he can admire them all once he’s far away from you.

Now, I hate to state the obvious but when I said that Atsumu is a wild one... I meant it. Hence why the night before his departure, he always makes sure to please you in bed and make you scream him name, because God knows when he will be able to do it again and hear such a sinful melody coming out of your mouth.

He does insist on you coming to the airport with him, and there again, he’s a wild one : Atsumu has no shame in making out with you right there, right now in the airport in front of the incredulous looks of the passengers around you.

He won’t hesitate and honestly has no shame regarding public display of affection : open mouthed kisses, trails of kisses left on your neck, a hand adventuring on your derrière, hell, even hickeys if he’s feeling like it.

Atsumu takes pride in leaving a few love bites, it’s a literal physical reminder that even though he’s not here with you, you know who you belong to. And nothing makes him smile more than imagining you staring at your reflection in the mirror once the bruises have healed up.

Nonetheless, the full make out session is broken by none other than the MSBY Black Jackal team’s obvious coughs, you know, a way to say “Hey, lovebirds, we don’t actually want to assist to the creation of a baby live in an airport and we kinda have to go.”

Both you and Atsumu know it’s time to part ways... But not before he plants a series of kisses on your plump lips and whisper a succession of “I love you so much, babygirl” or other “I’m gonna miss you so much, you have no idea”, orrrrr “You drive me crazy, baby.” and eventually the obvious “I can’t wait to make you walk weird for three days straight once I come back, princess.”

Eventually, you wave at Atsumu with a shy grin plastered upon your face, now that everything he said to you has sunk in, in return, he blows an obnoxious kiss your way. 

Once he returns to the team, Kiyoomi keeps his distance, even more so than usual because, I quote, “Do you have any idea of how many bacterias are shared in a kiss, Miya? 80 millions, which gives me 80 millions to stay away from you.” cue Atsumu replying with a smirk “I don’t regret a single one of these bacterias you’re talking about, totally worth it.”

[iris-westallen1]

SETTING BOUNDARIES

After Barry came home telling iris everything that happened while she was sick and about the pregnancy test they went to bed holding each other with iris reassuring Barry they still

have time and they are still trying not every pregnancy goes on the first try. But what Barry didn’t know was that iris was seriously mad at Cecile and plans on talking to her the next day.

‘’good morning beautiful’’ Barry says to a groggy iris as he presses kisses on her face

‘’good morning to you to’’ hmm ha-ha ‘’ Barry what has gotten to you this morning’’

‘’ can’t I just want to kiss my wife a beautiful good morning’’

‘’ But seriously this is me saying thank you for the encouraging words last night they really meant a lot’’

‘’ any time babe it's what I’m here for besides’’ iris nudges his shoulders with hers ‘’ we are in this TOGETHER okay’’ she says as she kisses him softly

‘’okay’’ Barry kisses her again

‘’So, what do you have planned for today’’ Barry asks iris as he sits up to yawn and stretch

‘’ Uhm so I wanted to talk to you first about this ‘’

‘’ what about’’ Barry said with his head forming confused lines

‘’ it’s about Cecile I really want to talk to her about showing us some respect and boundaries’’

‘’ Yeah, I was actually going to talk to you about that today we really need to set some rules with her’’

‘’ I totally agree first she shows up at the house completely unannounced saying she has a file to drop off for me and she didn’t even call me to find out if I was home, then wither using her powers to find out what you’re feeling so unprovoked, asking you what’s in your bag that was just doing too much’’

‘’ exactly the way she just went into my mind because I was in a hurry and wouldn’t let her come in and because she spotted your computer bag instead of her to just take the hint and leave, she decided since he won’t tell me I’ll just go snooping in his head for information that has nothing to do with me’’

Iris had already come out of the shower and getting dressed ‘’ that’s right so now I need to go talk with her because this can’t keep going on’’

Iris walks over to Barry to kiss him goodbye

‘’ I love you’’ iris said into the kiss

‘’ I love you too’’

Later that morning after getting her jitters breakfast she called Cecile

‘’ morning Cecile, I need you to come to my office this morning please’’ iris spoke as sharp as she could

‘’ Uhm okay I’m on my way, are you sure you’re okay I can sense that your feeling tense, annoyed-‘’

‘’CECILE just get here NOW’’ iris hangs up the phone quickly trying to calm herself from the oncoming anger from that phone call If this is how she feels with that short call I wonder what it will be like when I actually talk with her

file:///C:/Users/pearl/Downloads/iphone-VnXE.png (this is a text between Barry and iris I didn't know how to post the pic on here)

Cecile enters ‘’hey sweetie you wanted to see me’’ before iris even had a chance to reply

‘’ oh, is this about the negative pregnancy test don’t worry you guys are still young it will be happing in no time, I didn’t even know you guys were trying.’’

Iris keeps balling her fist trying to calm down but Cecile had to make it worse

‘’ sweetie why are you feeling angry just looking in your head I can feel all that anger it's just blocking everything else- ‘’

‘’ ENOUGH CECILE ENOUGH GODDAMMIT WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU’’

‘’Woah iris calm down’’

Iris took a deep breath trying to reel in that anger ‘’ I called you here today to talk about the disgusting/ inappropriate behavior why is it that you find the need to go inside our heads to find out things without our permission? HmMM? You’ve been doing this for a while and we decided to keep quiet about it but yesterday you crossed the line going into my husband’s mind to find out we were trying for a baby and that I might be pregnant is not okay’’

Cecile at least had the decency of looking ashamed and that made iris anger decrease just a little

‘’ My husband went to the privacy of his lab to find out if we were pregnant something that intimates that was between him and me and you intruded on them and now you come here saying my husband and I didn’t inform you we were trying for a baby. Who gave you the idea that you deserved to know that nobody knew except Chester who caught us in the moment.’’

‘’ *gasp* you told Chester before me how could you’’

‘’ are you even listening to yourself we didn’t tell Chester but Chester being the good respectful friend didn’t say anything to anyone, didn’t bother us or invade Barry’s privacy but you did, you don’t need to know when my husband and I are going to try to have a baby nobody needs to know until we tell them, are you part of my marriage demanding intimate knowledge that doesn’t concern you.’’

‘’ and what made this worse is that you willing went with Barry to go get my testing done when he didn’t need you there at all. What if my test had come back positive huh? You would have been comfortable knowing I was pregnant before I did like who does that. That was supposed to be an intimate moment between Barry and me NOT you, me, and Barry this isn’t a throuple you aren’t in our relationship.’’ Defeated iris just seats back on her chair.

‘’ honestly Cecile this has got to stop I know for a fact you and my dad had this problem when you first got the powers you kept going into his mind you can’t keep invading people’s privacy. This was supposed to be a surprise that you get to be mama Cecile but you almost ruined that and it sucks that I’m grateful that the test result came in negative when I should be sad about that news not happy that I’m not pregnant and it's so unfortunate so what I need from you is space right now give me and my husband space don’t come near us just keep your distance when we get pregnant you can come back around and after that if you ever and I mean ever go into our heads without our permission we will cut you out of our lives regardless of if your my dad's girlfriend or not do I make myself clear’’ iris said with so much steel and certainty in her voice

Cecile gulped she hadn’t meant to cause this much trouble she just wanted to know ‘’ yes iris I understand and I am truly sorry for all of this’’ with that said Cecile turned around and left iris office.

Iris took a deep breath and let herself think again because she had to block those because of Cecile and she didn’t trust her right now but getting some distance from her right now is for the best.

Iris picked up her things and packed her bags no longer feeling up for work today she contemplated on calling Barry to fathwoop her home but she decided against it

Closing the door and putting her key on the table iris called out to Barry ‘’ honey? I’m home’’

‘’ hey sweetie’’ mwah Barry kisses her deeply ‘’ so how did the talk go’’

‘’ uh it was stressful ‘’ iris walk to go sit on the couch ‘’ but I think I got through to her, I also told her to distance herself from us until we conceive then she can come back around us I would have made it to last until we found out about the sex and if we were going to share it but since we already know I just told her until I get pregnant, she should keep her distance so yeah’’

‘’ and how do you feel about that’’

‘’ look I care for Cecile but at the moment I don’t trust her and its tiring to hide my emotions and thoughts around her all the time just because she can’t be a dissenting person and mind her business so I think this is for the best and I hope she learns her lesson from this’’

Barry sits next to her and pulls her feet to his thighs massaging them ‘’ I am sorry you have to go through this its meant to be the happiest days of our lives and I’m sorry she ruined it for us’’

‘’ We are going to be okay’’

‘’ yes, we are’’

‘’ thank you for being the best husband ever and for always listening to me’’

‘’ you, are very much welcome’’

[jibakuganjas]

“like a ghibli movie.” | hitoshi shinso

well here i am! @happynoodle​  i hope this is as exciting for you as it is for me. and i’m sorry the universe cursed me with a sickness, but i hope we can still be friends.

i tried my best, this is my first ficlet, my first time writing and first time posting for hitoshi, but this is my offering for you noods. i’m vv scared to post this but mwah

parings: hitoshi shinso x reader

warnings: slightly suggestive if you squint really hard, possibly ooc soft

You had learned early on to accept any extra time with your boyfriend graciously.

Hitoshi Shinso was one of the busiest people you knew. Between school and his extra-curricular activities, he barely had enough time for necessities, so you had no idea how there had even been enough time to get to know each other. You had scoffed when he told you how early he got up to exercise, spending the day in class before training with Aizawa for hours after school every day. And with how many times you’d seen him cram his homework in at lunch, you knew he barely had enough time to do much outside of showering and sleeping after that. Thankfully you knew what you were getting into before he had asked you out, being friends before, so it was something you had gotten used to. Now you used your power as his significant other to encourage him to eat, or take naps, or even take a bath because sometimes it looked like he didn’t have enough energy to stand in the shower. While you didn’t agree with how he ran himself ragged, you respected his goals and aimed to encourage him. He had told you early on in his relationship what motivated him to become a hero, and you admired his drive.

With that being said, when he texted you early in the week about meeting him outside the school the following Saturday, you were overwhelmed with excitement, a pep in your step every day leading to your mystery date. Saturday rolled around slower than you would’ve liked, but you made up for it by putting a little extra care into your routine by putting on an outfit you know he liked and styling your hair differently. When you two met it was clear you had impressed him.

“Is this all for me?” He asked, his gaze making your skin prickle. You hadn’t done much, trying to stay casual as he said, but the fact that he acknowledged it made your stomach flutter with happiness. You made a show of striking a pose and doing a little twirl.

“We can talk about sharing after graduation.” You teased, laughing when he shot you an unamused expression, telling you to watch yourself as you walked side by side to the uber your cabbage had booked. The car ride was nice and other than trying and failing to pry the location of your date out of him, it was filled with a bit of idle chatter about your day. Within the hour the three of you were sharing polite goodbyes before the driver pulled off.

“It’s a little bit of a walk from here, but it’ll be worth it. And I can’t have you ruining my surprise, kitten.” He was able to get it out before you could mention how cliche it was, his lips curling into a smirk at your pout. You took a moment to take a look around, trying to gain any hints from where the car had dropped you off. Hitoshi had taken you a few minutes before the outskirts of the city, in a sparsely populated part area. There was absolutely nothing around for you to take your guesses on, and with a deeper pout, you allowed him to tie the fabric at the back of your head. He led you carefully, making sure you didn’t trip on anything, keeping you distracted by asking you about your day, and listening to you ramble off about your classes, and all the funny moments in between. After what felt like forever, he finally steadied you to stop, untying the blindfold and pulling it away from your eyes.

You were currently standing in a field of flowers, more types, variations, and colors than you could even process at the moment. But of course, you could recognize some of your favorites, their colors seemingly shining the brightest. It was so beautiful it hardly seemed real. The sun was low in the sky and cast a warm glow over you two. His hand found yours as he watched you from the corner of his eye, his expression softened as he took note of the awe on your face.

“You like it?” He asked, his tone more expressive than he was used to. The way you made him feel was bittersweet. He hated being vulnerable, and he wasn’t used to someone showing him the type of affection that you did, but he’d be lying if he told anyone that you didn’t deserve every ounce of love and admiration he had for you. You put up with him, and he would always be thankful for that. So showing you even an ounce of that appreciation was well worth it.

“Of course ‘Toshi, it’s perfect.” Your eyes focused on the white sheet strung up between two trees, lightly decorated with fairy lights in the branches. A thick purple blanket laid on the ground in front of it, a few bags of what you assumed had food and other snacks sitting like this out. “I didn’t think you had it in you to pull off something this sappy.” You couldn’t help it, looking over just in time to see the pink on his cheeks.

“I may have had some help.” He said, leading you over to the blanket by your intertwined hands. “Midoriya’s pretty good with looking this type of stuff up, and y’ know, he has Uraraka.” The two of you sat side by side, as he pulled a battery-powered projector from on top of one of the bags. You waited patiently as he unpacked them, setting out the food and drinks that he had prepared for you both, unintentionally cooing at the fact that it was all your favorites. You asked him why he settled on this, and with a shrug of his shoulders, he explained. “I remember watching one of those movies with you, the ghibli movies. You talked about how beautiful the flowers were.”

“You remembered that?” You had told him that long before the two of you had started dating before he had transferred to the hero course, even before you two were close friends. The fact that he remembered that made you stomach bubble with warmth, and you leaned over to plant a soft kiss on his cheek. “Thank you, Toshi.” You said softly, your tone a bit softer than his heart could take at the moment.

“We can talk about expressions of gratitude after we graduate.”

[shigarakis-fifth-hand]

Hi ( ꈍᴗꈍ) my gay heart would like to request some wholesome Momo x fem!reader-ness. Complete with pining, love letters, and everyone is so done with them dancing around each other they're just screaming at them to get together but they still oblivious. It would just brighten my day and stars. Thank you so much, love ya, you're amazing.

So sorry that it took forever for me to get to this! Your gay heart deserves all the love in the world and I love you more!! And you’re amazinger~ mwah

Momo and Y/n... the two of the prettiest girls in the school, yet totally different.

Momo Yayorozu, known for her family name, intelligence, and sophistication. She was very tall, had black hair, and was very modernly pretty. Her dream was to become a pro hero, and once a mother to children. Then she would continue until she was old, and then retire. Hopefully along the way she would find someone to love, and someone to help make her life less boring. Because honestly, she didn’t like her life.

She didn’t want to become a housewife, she didn’t want to be so sophisticated, and she didn’t want a husband. She wanted Y/n L/n, and yes. Momo was secretly a very lesbianish lesbian. She wanted to learn how to party, how to let lose, and how to be crazy... like Y/n.

Y/n L/n was the absolute opposite. She had long red hair and vibrant blue eyes . At first, everyone had been convinced she was Todoroki’s sister. But no, she was not. Y/n was loud, crazy, did homework and assignments last minute, and was known for being an amazing singer. She did basketball, cross country and skateboarding. But even after all that, she was an amazing student and an even better student. 

That’s one of the reasons that Momo had first became obsessed with her. After seeing her act crazy, stay up late, and go absolutely wild all night, yet she was the top third in the class as of grades. She was an even better hero though, and had gotten recruited by Hawks for her work study, and went on them with Kirishima since they always patrolled the same route daily.

Momo sat on the couch with Mina and Todoroki, watching the fifteenth tv show of Stranger Things in a row. “What time does Y/n and them get off of work again?” Momo asked as Mina ran her fingers threw Momo’s hair. Todoroki and Mina glanced at each other, smirking happily. “She’ll be here in half an hour, don’t worry.” Mina assured her friend as Momo rolled her eyes. Mina didn’t give as good scalp massages as Y/n.

“Don’t worry, I bet your girlfriend is missing you too.” Denki teased as Momo blushed. “No! We are not dating! We’re just friends!” Momo protested as Bakugo looked up from his spot in the kitchen. “Oh please! I saw you checking out her ass yesterday in training!” Bakugo argued as she sighed. “Fine, but that doesn’t mean we’re dating. Why would she like me? I’m boring...” Momo became sad, causing everyone in the room, even Bakugo, to feel bad for her.

“Don’t say that! What about the time that she got you roses for Valentines day! Or you two danced at the dance that one time? That was cute.” Denki tried to make Momo feel better, but she just sank into the blankets, waiting. “Why don’t you just ask her? That’s what I did with Shitty Hair.” Bakugo played on his switch while talking, not even looking up. “Bakubro, I remember that you two got waisted and then made out on the kitchen floor.” Mina exclaimed as he just sighed, turning away.

“Maybe that’s my best bet. Y/n’s just so not like me, there’s no way she’d have feelings for me. At least not near the amount of feelings I have for her.” Momo sighed as Mina hugged her tightly. “Trust me, you just have to put yourself out there for her to realize. Trust me, it works.” Mina advised her as Momo nodded before closing her eyes. She was sleepy, and ready to cuddle with Y/n like she had been lately every night.

“Call Aizawa!” Everyone heard as they looked through the doors to see Kirishima and Denki helping Y/n walk. She was bloody, bruised, cut up, and only half awake. “Oh my god!” Momo exclaimed, jumping up and running to Y/n’s side as Denki and Mina ran to the phone. “What happened?!” Bakugo asked, looking at his bruised and beat up boyfriend. “FatGum left us to grab something at his agency when we got a call from Denki that there was a villain.”

Kirishima sighed, looking down at the beat up girl. “The villain’s quirk was to harvest energy for an hour when he cuts a limb on your body, and then he immediately got both Kirishima and I.” Denki nodded, wiping tears from his faces as he looked down at Y/n. “I’m so sorry Y/n! I’m so sorry! This is my fault! This is my fault...” Denki cried as Y/n looked up at him, shaking her head. “I had to save you...” She whispered as Momo began crying, seeing the girl so vulnerable and sad. 

“It hurts...” She murmured, before looking at Momo, her eyes lighting up as she started at her beautiful crush. “So Y/n had to fight to save us. She killed the villain, and FatGum and all of the police had to be used to restrain him. The ambulance was going to take seven minutes, so we just ran her here.” Kirishima explained, grabbing Y/n’s hand. “Aizawa, All Might, and Recovery Girl are on their way!” Mina yelled, running to their side. 

“Hold in there bitch, you’re going to be okay. Where does it hurt?” Bakugo asked his friend, worried about her. Y/n had been one of his first friends at UA, and he was very worried, but he would never say that out loud. “My arm hurts, and the cuts hurt so much. He cut really deep into my right arm, and my forehead hurts. I can’t feel my leg, and I’m so tired. I don’t feel good Bakubro...” She murmured, unable to talk loudly.

“You saved us Y/n. We would have been cut up in a minute if you had not of been there. He wanted to kill us.” Kirishima smiled at the girl below him. She had gotten hurt because of their mistakes. “It’s going to be okay Y/n. Hang in there, Aizawa is going to be here any minute. You’re going to be fine.” Momo gripped her hand tightly, a single tear falling down her face. 

“Momo, I need to tell you something before I go.” Y/n began speaking before Aizawa rushed through, followed by All Might, Present Mic, and Recovery Girl. “Oh my god kid, what did you do?” Aizawa sighed, leaning down next to her. “My arm and leg feel broken, and my entire body is aching.” She explained as Recovery Girl kissed her cheek. “If your leg is broken and she’s bleeding majorly, she needs to go to the hospital.” Recovery Girl explained as everyone’s eyes widened.

“Don’t worry kids! You’re friend will be just- Oh my god she needs to go to the hospital!” Present Mic pointed to the large red spot on her upper chest, blood bleeding through her hero suit. “I will fly you to the hospital Young Y/n! Do not fret! Say goodbye to your friends dear!” All Might picked up Y/n and began walking out. “Wait, Y/n! You need to tell me what you meant to say!” Momo began to chase them before All Might jumped off the ground, leaving her.

“No...” Momo murmured to herself before walking inside to see all of her depressed classmates. Mina sitting on the couch, wrapped in a blanket burrito, Kirishima and Denki being stitched up and healed by Recovery Girl and Present Mic, who really was just putting the Band-Aids on them, Bakugo sitting on the kitchen counter with the switch in his lap, except he was just staring at the wall. Aizawa was just sitting there, looking up at the sky in a train of thought.

Everyone was sad, and worried about Y/n. “You wouldn’t believe how cool she was. We turned the corner and he cut both of us. She managed to pull us off to the side of the alley for safety, and then managed to take him down, even with her entire arm not working. He was passed out when the cops arrived.” Kirishima smiled at the thought of his friend being such a manly female hero, and that she would always be able to protect herself and others.

“When the cops and heroes got there, they were so impressed. They saw how beat up she was, but she was still standing, and they were so impressed. FatGum came and literally started complimenting her left and right. The police said that if she hadn’t been there, he would have killed us...” Denki smiled, shaking Kirishima’s shoulder to try to shake him out of thought.

Momo began to walk to her dorm when she was stopped by Aizawa. “Yayorozu. I am aware that Y/n doesn’t have any close family that she is still in contact with. Am I right?” Aizawa asked as Momo wiped a tear from her cheek again, trying to put herself together for her teacher. “Yes Sensei. She’s not talking with anyone except her aunt who sends her money every month, and they’re not close by far.” 

Aizawa sighed sadly, putting his phone back in his pocket. “Poor kid. Anyways, since you two are close, I would hope that you would feel alright helping her. All Might is at the hospital with her, and she’s going to have crutches and a broken arm, so if you could help her for a month that would be wonderful. You would have to get up earlier and help her walk to school and all of her c-” Momo jumped up, her eyes wide and full of glitter.

“I’ll do it Sensei! You can count on me, I’ll make sure she’s one-hundred-percent alright!” Momo smiled before running to the elevator and going to her dorm. ‘Strange child’ Aizawa thought before walking back to the main room. Momo sat down at her office, taking out a piece of paper. She was going to follow Denki’s advice for once, and follow her heart.

She got out a long piece of paper and began writing. She was going to write a love letter to Y/n, and it would be the best letter in the world if it killed Momo. She set the pen to paper, and signed it anonymously with Your Secret Admirer.

Momo rolled up the letter, put on her puffy jacket, Uggs, purse, and did something she thought she would never do. She snuck out of the dorms after hours. Momo did her best to quietly make her way out of the building, even if the elevator dinged louder than she would have liked it to. She walked out, and made sure to run once she could. If she was going to date Y/n, she would have to be more badass like her.

Running down the sidewalk and avoiding all the security, Momo found her way to the hospital Y/n was staying at. Using her sweet girl and innocent charms, Momo was easily able to get the old lady at the office to give her Y/n’s room number. As she walked down the empty, poorly lit halls that seemed like they were from a horror scene. 

As she got to room 231, she stopped hesitantly before throwing the letter under the door and running out of the hospital, seeing the light inside of the room turn on in response. Momo ran the entire way home, not stopping until she was in the elevator. She sighed, letting herself lean on the wall as she thought about how she had been so secretive. That was until the elevator door opened to reveal Iida, Mina, Denki, and Kirishima all standing there with smirks on their face. 

“I can let this time slip once Yayorozu… if you tell us where you were.” Iida smiled softly as Mina and the others grinned, winking and smiling at her cheesily. “I... didn’t go to see Y/n if that’s what your thinking. I just... went to the hospital.” She explained as they smiled, looking at each other as if they didn’t believe her. “Alright. Now everyone, goodnight!” Iida yelled out as everyone scattered back to their dorms, Momo included.

As she entered her room, she couldn’t help but feel so excited for Y/n’s return tomorrow. What would she say? What would she do? Momo didn’t care, but she was exhausted, and excited. All she wanted to do was make out with Y/n at that moment, but she would have to wait. She could only hope that everything would go okay tomorrow. As Momo slept, she felt happy and exhilarated as he began to dream.

The next day, Y/n’s return couldn't come soon enough. Denki and Kirishima happily got movies ready, Bakugo and Mina cooked, and Todoroki tried to comfort Momo as she waited on the couch for hours, just waiting. When All Might walked in, followed by Aizawa and Midnight walking with a Y/n on crutches. “Welcome back!” All Might yelled, before Y/n was almost knocked over by Momo jumping to hug her.

“Oh my god I missed you.” Y/n whispered, hugging her back tightly. “Me too. I talked to Aizawa and I’m not leaving your side until you’re 100% better!” Momo exclaimed as everyone in the class smirked at each other. The two girls were totally shipped together, yet oblivious to each other’s feelings. “Anyways, we have movies set up for you and food and everything ever! I also cleaned your room and did your homework for this week!”

Y/n and Momo ended up being surrounded by everyone as they ate Bakugo’s food and watched movies. Momo and Y/n ended up cuddling the entire time, receiving looks from their classmates the entire time. Of course everyone was almost too supportive, but it was hard to believe that those two weren’t making out by now. It was obvious they were into each other big time.

By the end of the night, Y/n was beyond tired. “I’m going to bed.” She murmured as Momo looked up, almost offended that she would end their cuddle session earlier than curfew. “Let me walk you to your room! What if you fall?” Momo began to get up before Y/n pushed her back down. “No, you need to relax. I’ll see you bright and early tomorrow.” She winked before walking away, leaving Momo blushing.

As soon as Y/n was out of her sight, she jumped up and ran to her room, going to get the second love letter than she had written that morning when she had been feeling poetic. As she walked out of her room, and to Y/n’s room, she looked behind herself to see everyone watching her, thumbs up and all. She sighed before walking to the room and beginning to slide the letter under the door.

Suddenly, Y/n opened the door to see Momo with the letter, smirking. She was in just her bra and athetlci shorts, and Momo couldn’t help but stare. “I knew it was you Mimi.” She smiled, grabbing Momo by the shirt and pulling her into the room, closing the door behind her. “W-what are you doing Y/n?” Momo asked, her face a whole cherry. “Well we wouldn’t want those nosy people to see us, would we?” Y/n asked before pulling Momo into a hot kiss.

Cute!!! Loved this!!! So sorry that this took forever for me to get to!!