#you ever just think about your dad and realize you’re slowly forgetting him and it makes your chest ache

[milo-is-rambling]

My nails are grown out again. I feel like I just cut them. June melts into July which melts into August and September. You’ll be dead again soon enough. Just in time for a haunting. Halloween to Thanksgiving to ghosts of Christmas past. New year same ghosts around the corner same monsters under the bed same skeletons in my closet. It’s hard to think of you as anything other than dead. There will be a day where I have lived more without you in my life than I have with you in my life and that thought seems oddly comforting. I make myself sick. I miss my father but do not fear the memories leaving me. My children will ask me why I’m crying on Father’s Day and I’ll have no way to explain the guilt. I feel it in the soles of my feet. Every step I take is leading me further away from who I was then. Leading me to who I will be. Will you be a haunting? a memory? Will I make it to 36? Is this even worth writing about? I guess only time will tell. I’m welcoming July with open arms and trying my best to remember you as alive.

[french-goodbye]

To Be Alone With You

Pairing: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Summary: Steve’s parents are never home, until they are. You learn to deal with it.

Warnings: Kissing; fingering; oral (m receiving). MINORS DNI, 18+.

Notes: This all started because I kept thinking about giving Steve head. That’s it, that was my motivation. Part of the same universe as In The Low Lamplight, but can be read as a stand alone. Also title from the Hozier song To Be Alone. MINORS DNI, 18+.

Steve’s parents are not really nice people. It’s a fact of life, kinda like how the sky is blue or the trees are green, it’s something Steve himself has come to slowly accept over time and that he’s learned he’ll never be able to change.

One of the few good things about Steve’s parents, however, is how often they travel. Especially considering Steve’s dad is a husband who can’t be trusted not to cheat on his wife, Mrs. Harrington just accompanies him everywhere. Which basically leaves Steve with a huge house all to himself and no one to reinforce the “no sleeping over rule”.

The “no sleeping over” rule was established early on in your relationship with Steve, his dad dictating that you can’t sleep over at their house, ever. Apparently he’s afraid you’ll get pregnant as if you 1) aren’t on the pill; 2) can’t fuck his son literally anywhere else, any other time of the day. Alas, you both obey the rule - at least when Steve’s parents are around.

Despite the Harrington household rule, you have gotten pretty used to breaking it and regularly stay over at their house. Some of it has to do with how obsessed you are with your boyfriend, but also with how much Steve hated it, coming home to an empty house and cooking a meal for one, only to wake up to a silent house and do it all over again, until he met you. So now, instead of coming home to a ghost house, he comes home to find you sitting pretty on his couch as you wait for him or you in the kitchen badly singing along to the songs in the radio or you haunting his bedroom even when he isn’t there.

Sometimes though, out of sheer (bad) luck, his parents will come home to stay for a while, no trips in sight. They usually only stay in Hawkins for a week before they travel again, but this time it goes on for what seems like a long time. Forget about his parents’ nagging, Steve can handle that, has handled that his whole life, what Steve can’t handle is not being around you for that long.

Of course he’s seen you since his parents got home, you went on a movie date ast Saturday, you visited him at Family Video on Monday and the two of you even snuck in some alone time on Tuesday night near Lover’s Lake in his car. So it’s not that he misses you per se, it’s that he’s so used to being in your orbit that he just misses being around you. He misses the shared showers and the cooking together and the falling asleep together. He misses the domesticity of it, of knowing that even when he’s not home, you’re still in his space.

All that being said, he manages to get by just getting glimpses of you in the meantime. Sometimes he’ll give you a ride to and from work, or you’ll sneak to Family video so you can have lunch together and he cherishes these moment like a man starved, like he haven’t been waking up and falling asleep next to you every day and night,

He’s getting through it until he realizes it’s been a whole month since his parents got home and they have absolutely no plans of leaving. That’s when he gives up on trying to at least pretend to follow his dad’s stupid rules and sneaks you in through the back door after his parents go to sleep. He’ll sneak you outside again the next morning and pretend you’ve just arrived or something, it’s not like his parents are that attentive or concerned about what he does.

You’re both giggling like teenagers by the time you slip into his bedroom, unnoticed. He’s barely locked the door behind himself and you’re all over him, pushing him into bed and climbing on top of him to kiss him silly.

“God, I’ve missed you” he says when you finally pull away, his lips red and spit wet. You start pressing kisses to his neck, like a girl starved, your hand tugging his hair to tilt his head to the right to grant you more access.

“Missed you too” you mumble against the skin of his neck, pressing open mouthed kisses there and sucking a pretty little mark at the spot where his neck meets his shoulders, next to one of his many freckles.

Your hands start to wander then, letting go of his hair to sneak down his chest and lower and lower. You’re about to slip your hand into his sweatpants when he stops you, his hand tangling with yours midway there.

“Come on, Stevie. Do you not want this?” You pull away until you’re sitting up, still straddling his hips and watching his mussed hair and red lips, a familiar heat climbing up your stomach at the sight.

“It’s not that I don’t want it” he explains, making his hair more of a mess when he runs his fingers through it.

“Then what is it?”

“My parents are totally gonna hear us”

“Their room is on the other side of the house, there’s no way they can hear us”

“I don’t think you realize how loud you can be” you huff on top of him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Are you serious? Why did you sneak me in then?”

“I told you… I missed my girl” he says softly, his sweetness chipping away at your annoyance over not getting laid. Just a little bit.

“You’re too sweet on me” you laugh happily, cradling his face in your hands. You lean down again and he pulls you closer by the waist to kiss you, kiss you, kiss you until you’re lost on the feeling of it again, his tongue in your mouth and his fingers in your hair and his half hard cock rubbing against you through your jeans. You’re moving before you can stop yourself, slowly grinding your hips against his when he stops you again, digging his fingers on your waist through the fabric of your top.

“Babe…”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry” you drop your head dramatically against his chest, shaking slightly on top of him when he laughs underneath you and hides his face on your neck. You can feel the warmth on his cheeks as he hugs you tightly to his chest and you gently card your fingers through his hair.

“Fine” you sigh, gently pushing him away and getting up and away from him.

“Where are you going?” He asks with a frown as you start digging through his drawers until you find one of his t-shirts you can put on.

“I’m changing” you answer as you pull off your own top and jeans. His eyes travel the length of your torso to your legs, not being particularly subtle in his staring.

“Why are you so far away?” He whines in complaint, rubbing his hands across his face.

“Because you said you don’t wanna have sex with me?” You say like a question, throwing him a confused look over the collar of the shirt you’re pulling through your head.

“I didn’t say that”

You throw your balled up clothes onto the floor next to his dresser, instantly making a mess of his otherwise organized room. He can’t even be bothered to complain about it, missing even the mess you leave in room, as you crawl towards him and balance on top of his thighs again.

“You kinda did,” you interrupt him before he can argue. “But that’s okay. I’m a big girl, I’ll get over it”

“We could make out a little bit” he suggests, his hand creeping up your now bare thigh.

And that you do, until both your lips are swollen and his neck is bruised and his hard cock is pressing against the thin material of your now wet underwear.

“We should stop” you breathe out when he’s sucking your earlobe between his teeth, hands on ass and definitely coping a feel in the meantime.

“Why?” He asks, still not stopping.

“Because I really wanna fuck you and we can’t” you complain, not exactly pulling away, but just tugging on his hair to keep his mouth on your neck.

“Wanna fuck you too. Missed feeling this pussy around my cock” he groans against your neck, and you can feel yourself clench around nothing, wishing it was his cock instead.

“Okay, we’re done” you push on his chest until you’re sitting up again.

“We don’t have to stop” he complains, still gripping on your thighs to keep you on top of him.

You press a kiss to his cheek and he tries to chase after you to kiss your lips again. You push him away giggly and climb off of him, laying next to him and looking at his pretty face as he lays on his back, face turned to watch you.

“We do have to stop because you’re a tease and I have no self control”

“Fine, we’ll stop. But when my parents are gone again…”

“You’ll have me all to yourself, handsome” you assure him confidently. He presses a quick peck to your lips before you can complain again, pulling away smugly.

“It’s a deal”

“Now come on, I haven’t been sleeping well without you” you tell him, turning your back to him and tugging on his hand until his chest is pressed to your back. He tries to keep his hips away from yours, as if you weren’t literally straddling his lap seconds ago.

“You haven’t?” When you shake your head in reply, more concerned with wrapping his arm around waist, he continues. “Shit, I’m sorry, sweetheart. I wish you could stay here without having to sneak in like a teenager but-“

“Hey, I know. I don’t you to get in trouble because of me” you link his hand with yours and brings his knuckles to your lips.

“I really missed you” he says in a sweet and sticky voice, his face sinking in your hair.

“I missed you too”

“Goodnight, sweetheart”

“Goodnight, Stevie”

Despite the recent late nights reaching through empty cold sheets for your boyfriend who isn’t there, you can’t fall asleep. Steve’s hips are pressed against yours, his hard cock wedged between your bodies and you can feel he’s still awake too, his breathing still too quick behind you.

You take a deep breath and squirm a little as you try to get comfortable, his arms almost too tight around you. When you’re finally settled, you close your eyes and just will yourself to fall asleep, despite the uncomfortable wetness pooling in your underwear and your boyfriend’s hard cock on the curve of your ass.

Barely five minutes have passed when you feel Steve sigh loudly against the back of your neck.

“Fuck”

You huff out a laugh, “what’s wrong?”

“I’m hard” he complains, adjusting behind you and accidentally making his cock drag through your ass and both of you sigh at the feeling.

“It’s your fault”

“How’s it my fault?”

“You were the one saying we should make out”

He huffs this time, pulling you closer to him.

“Not my fault you’re irresistible” he mumbles, hiding his face between your shoulder blades.

You can’t help but laugh again, despite the sigh of pleasure that escapes you and turn your head slightly to see his big brown eyes watching you over your shoulder.

“You’re horny, pretty boy?”

He leans over you, almost squishing you to the mattress to press his face to your neck, “don’t say it like that”.

You giggle and place your hand on top of his, moving your ass against his cock deliberately, all bad intentions. You feel his breath hitch in his throat and his fingertips dig on your hips to guide your movements.

“What did you say before? How I’m too loud?”

“You are” he mumbles against your neck, biting you there almost too hard and rutting against your ass.

“Doesn’t seem to bother you when you’re telling you love the sounds I make”

“I do love the sounds you make, just not when- fuck” he groans quietly against your ear when you hold tightly to his hair.

You keep moving your hips backwards, both of you trying your hardest to keep quiet. One of his arms wrap around your body, and the other start slipping underneath his borrowed t-shirt to move teasingly through your tummy, skimming the edge of your underwear.

“Steve…” you sigh when his hand hand starts creeping lower and lower to mess with the elastic band of your underwear.

“You gotta keep quiet, pretty girl. Can you do that for me?” He whispers near you ear, his lips barely leaving your skin as he speaks.

“Yes, just please touch me” you beg, clinging to the arm holding you and digging your nails there.

His hand finally slips through your mound and finds you, soaking wet and so, so warm, his cock twitching between your ass cheeks at finding you so ready for him. He slides his fingers through the wetness in your entrance spreading it all the way to your clit and you have to hide your face in the pillow under your head to keep from moaning too loud.

“Right there?” He asks unnecessarily, because he has fucked you enough times to know by heart the way you like it, just to tease you and feel you nod against him.

“Right there, baby. Keep going” you plead quietly, moving your hips to feel his cock behind you and his whole body surrounding yours.

He swirls his fingers around and you keen underneath him, sinking your nails on the arm of the hand touching you to get him to move faster. He keeps going, rubbing small circles in your clit in a dance you’re both so familiar it’s almost painful to imagine being away from it for so long. Suddenly he stops and you whine, he shushes you and dips his fingers lower until you they catch on your entrance. You moan against the pillow when he finally slips his finger inside and his hand leaves your waist to roughly grab the inside of your thigh and spread you open.

“Fuck, you feel so good” you mumble against the pillowcase, following the movement of his finger with your hips. “Missed your fingers”

He finally slips a second finger and you jut your spine, his cock digging between your ass cheeks.

“Gonna fuck you so good when we’re alone,” he murmurs somewhere around your ear, so quietly it’s almost like he’s talking to himself. “Gonna fill this pussy up the way she deserves, just the way you like it. You want that, baby?”

You nod dumbly, clenching around his fingers at his words. “Can I have another finger? I’ll be quiet, I promise”

He slips a third finger in and even if it’s not the same as his cock, you feel it stretching you open. It’s all you can think of as he fingers you, you imagine how his cock would be stretching you out in this position, how fucking full you’d feel, how he’d fill you up with his cum.

His thumb shifts to flick against your clit and that’s all you need to get there, hurling to your orgasm in a way only Steve’s ever been able to give to you. You release a particularly loud moan before you can stop yourself and Steve’s free hand’s there, quick to clamp over your mouth, his other hand still fucking you and rubbing your clit through your orgasm.

You moan loudly against his hand one more time, the sound distant and muffled before you gently touch his arm to signal him to stop. His hand slips from your underwear and from over your mouth and he fixes your panties for you as you calmly try to catch your breath, his cock still digging on your lower back.

“Oh my god” you pant, feeling a gust of air on your neck when he laughs. “You’re amazing, Steve Harrington. I can’t believe I still haven’t gotten used to that”

You turn in his arms to see his face, his wet hand digging on the knobs of your spine. He’s still laughing, almost smugly so.

“You wouldn’t say I’m amazing if you ever saw yourself cum”

You’re giggly as you slip off your underwear, now sticky and wet against you and climb on top of him. You pick up his hand and bring his still wet fingers to your mouth to suck on them, tasting yourself on his skin. His eyes darken almost instantly, watching you avidly as you suck it and pull away with a wet lewd sound.

He’s pulling you in before you can tease him or say anything, his hand cradling your face in his hands, his spit wet fingers on your cheek as he kisses you deeply, tasting you on his tongue. You pull away when you notice he’s getting too into it, his hips jerking underneath you, rippling off his t-shirt.

“Babe, we can’t fuck. They’ll-“

“Yeah, yeah…” you wave him off, now proceeding to get rid of his sweatpants and underwear all in one go, his cock bouncing up and hitting his belly button. You eye it sinfully, almost drooling in your desire to get your mouth on him. “We’re not fucking. I’m gonna go down on you and you’re gonna be quiet for me, is that okay with you?”

“Babe-“

“You never let me go down on you” you complain with a whine, resting your hands on your own thighs.

“Because I always blow my load like a teenager when you blow me and it’s fucking embarrassing” he complains, gripping your hips and pulling you until you’re laying on top of him.

“Well, I think it’s hot” you pout, resting your hand on his cheek and giving him a lingering kiss. “Let me go down you,” you kiss him one more time, “please, handsome?”

“Fine” he sighs dramatically, like you’re ask him a huge favor.

“You know, a lot of guys would die for a girl who likes to blow them” You complain matter-of-factly, sliding down his body to straddle his thighs as his cock prods your stomach.

“Well, I like it a little too much” he answer shakily, as you press open mouthed kisses to his chest, his ribs, the spot above his bellybutton. His hands rest in your head, to pet your head lovingly and you manage to find it in you to forgive him.

“You look so hot like this” you comment against the skin of his hip, sucking a mark there and thumbing it gently. “Gonna make you feel so fucking good”

“Jesus, just… go slow okay? It’s been a while” he stammers, still petting your hair softly. You glance at him skeptically, raising your eyebrows.

“You’re telling me you didn’t jerk off once this whole time? We were literally on the phone the other day-”

“I didn’t say that…”

You snort and spit on your palm, getting it wet and watching the pre cum pooling at the slit of his cock. “You’re so full of shit”

“Hey-“ he cuts himself off with a groan when you lick the pearly liquid on his tip, one of your hands wrapping around the base to jerk him off slowly.

His fingers tighten their grip on your hair as you lick around around his tip and continue to move your hands around him, reaching his base and going all the way up again. Your free hand rubs against his upper thigh, occasionally scratching him lovingly.

You spit on it and lick along his length, following a vein back to his tip, trying to him as wet as you can, just the way he likes it.

“Fuck” he pants when you finally take him into your mouth, widening your lips so you can reach the middle of his cock as you work the rest of him with your hand. You gulp around him, breathing through your nose as you progressively take more of him, working your way up his cock so you can reach his base with your mouth.

You’re starting to get into the rhythm of it, the way his cock feels in your mouth and the slightly salty taste when he gently pulls a strand of your hair to catch your attention.

“H-hey, slow down or I’m gonna cum” he warns.

You pull away from his cock heaving, still stroking him in your hands slowly. “Isn’t that the point?”

“Wanna enjoy this” his hand finds your cheek, rubbing the skin with his thumb and you press a kiss to his palm. The gesture’s almost too soft for the moment, but it’s always been like this with him.

“Whatever you say, handsome” you agree, pressing a single kiss to his tip. Your hand still stroking him slowly as you lean down to press kisses to his thigh and suck another mark there.

You keep jerking him off as your free hand slides down to fondle his balls and you spit on them too, for good mesure. You finally suck one of this balls into your mouth, your hand still massaging the other one.

He groans loudly above you and you pull away with a muffled moan of your own, reluctantly pulling away.

“Remember what we talked about, handsome?” you remind him, stroking him torturously slow now. He nods absent-mindedly, eyes still focused on the movement of your hand. “You have to be quiet or I’ll stop”

“Baby, please don’t stop, please” he begs, his hand gripping your head to keep you close to him.

“Don’t be loud and I won’t” you promise.

“I promise, I promise”

You go back to sucking on his balls and his hand meets yours where it rests on his hip, squeezing your fingers tightly between his. He looks like a mess above you, hair sticking to all side from running his hands through it, cheeks red and his eyes so sharply focused on you it’d embarrass you if you hadn’t done this before.

You lick around his tip one more time, sinking your mouth to the middle of his cock and working the rest of him with your hand until you finally manage to reach the base of his cock, the trimmed hair surrounding the base tickling your face.

He releases a muffled groan above you and glance up to see he’s biting his fist. His eyes meet yours and his hand finally forces you to gag around his length, a moan of your own leaving your throat.

It doesn’t take long for him to come after that, between gasps and muffled moans and random babbling, he warns you he’s gonna come and you keep your mouth around him, gagging around him until you feel his cum shoot into your throat, salty and not particularly good but so Steve, you swallow it eagerly.

You keep your mouth around him until he’s too sensitive and pulling you away by the arm almost roughly. You let him and he guides you to lay on top of him, kissing you forcefully.

He tastes himself in your mouth and you both groan at the feeling. He keeps kissing, kissing, kissing you until you’re breathless and pliant on top of him and he’s all loose limbs underneath you.

“I’m never going that long without seeing you ever again” he pants, his fingers massaging your scalp where your head rests on his chest.

You huff a breathless laugh as you draw nonsense shapes on his skin, “no complaints from me.”

“Good, you’re totally staying over tomorrow night” he decides, still relaxed underneath you.

“We can try your shower,” you point at the closed door of the bathroom connected to his room. “They’ll definitely not gonna be able to hear over the running water”

He freezes beneath you for a second, and then he starts laughing. “Can’t believe we didn’t think of that until now”

“Add that to list” you mumble tiredly against his chest, finally slipping into the best sleep you’ve had in weeks.

[caelisblade]

¡! JUST A LITTLE BIT … | zhongli, alhaitham, neuvillette

inspired by isabel larosa's unreleased song, older and the tiktok edits with my favorite men <3 | three separate fics / drabbles

… think i need someone older.

zhongli x reader

tw: age gap (not specified how much, but min. 20); (fem!-)reader is younger, no specified age but at least 19; daddy kink; pet names (sweetheart, love, angel), overstimulation

“oh, sweetheart”, zhongli couldn’t help the groan escaping his throat, the pure bliss coursing through his body when he felt your folds engulf his cock. he couldn’t help his instincts and just leaned down, burying his face against your neck as he bit down, leaving his mark on your skin as he smiled and gently kissed it.

“you look so pretty with my mark. i want to cover you in them”, he groaned, his hands gripping your hips as he slowly pulled out before he buried his cock inside again, the soft whimper you let out, closing your eyes to a squint in pleasure as you felt a little knot form in your tummy, moaning in pleasure as he kept on moving his hips against yours.

“mhm, daddy”, you whimpered, “you feel so good. you make me feel so good.”

“do i, love? you’re so gorgeous when you fall apart on my cock”, zhongli let out a grunt in pleasure, feeling himself get closer to his climax. “i’m so close, sweetheart. you always make me feel so good, angel.”

just as he felt the coil in his stomach explode, he pulled out, shuddering at his own denied climax, grinding his cock against your drenched cunt. he was groaning as he watched the spurts of cum spread on your pussy and some drops on your tummy. zhongli couldn’t help the little feel of embarrassment as he realized he just ended up cumming like a horny teenager from how you made him feel.

“oh, my sweet baby, you look so pretty when you’re covered in my cum. what would my innocent daughter think of her best friend if she saw you like this, angel?”, he mumbled, trying to distract himself from his embarrassment, scooping up some of his cum with his finger, and spreading it over your clit, smiling as your tiny, body shuddered at the sudden stimulation, hips twitching up and you let out a soft sob.

the thought of his daughter, your closest friend in college finding you being screwed by her dad scared you. but in that moment, you were simply unwilling to think of it.

“please, daddy. i don’t care how she’d think of me. just make me feel good”, you whimpered, your soft and gentle voice reminding him that the pleasure of his sweet angel was a much bigger priority to him than his own. or thinking of his daughter in this moment.

zhongli aligned his tip against your entrance, smiling as he teased you. “god, i love you so much, baby”, he mumbled against your neck, slowly pushing his cock back in as he had you whimpering in pain and pleasure. “let me make you feel good, angel. let me make you feel heights of pleasure nobody of your stupid college ever was able to. hm? how does that sound, baby? nobody ever would be able to make you feel as good as me, right?”

he clicked his tongue in disapproval as he watched you nod, unable to speak up at this point. the pleasure made your eyes glassy, brain hazy from him making you cum at least three times before you started to lose count.

“please, daddy. please, make me feel good”, you whined, clinging onto his shoulders as he increased his pace out of nowhere, the sounds of skin slapping against skin growing louder by every single thrust, making you cry out in pleasure. “please, i’m so close.”

“oh, you’re close, angel? well, let’s speed things up, shall we?”, he smirked, circling your clit with his thumb in an increased pace as he continued fucking you hard, rough, absolutely unrelenting.

the moment you finally came around him, you cried out his name, forgetting about his rules of only addressing him as daddy when you were in bed, mind too blurry and hazy to remember after so many times of intense, earth-shattering orgasms.

“oh, angel”, he whispered against your neck, “you’re so beautiful when you come around me. look how much you came on me, what a mess you made of the bed.”

“i’m sorry”, you whimpered on auto-pilot.

“oh, no, angel. i love it when you make a mess of me”, zhongli then shushed you down gently, “you did so well for me, love. took me so well tonight. you’re incredible for keeping up with me. i know i can be too much at times. unfortunately, though…”, he continued as he drew random shapes on your body. “we’re not really done yet, angel. i got so much more to do to you right now. i want you to be a completely dripping mess, love.”

… just a little bit colder.

alhaitham x reader

tw: frustrated alhaitham, degradation??, name-calling (slut), doggy-style

pressing your head against the pillows with one hand as he fucked you, holding your hands firmly pinned against your back with the other, he sure as hell was not playing around tonight.

before you could even ask your boyfriend how his day was when he came home, you noticed from his facial expression that he was not in the mood for joking around. it was so clear he had a rough day and was angry at something or someone that wasn’t you.

it simply meant he just needed his stress relieved by fucking you into oblivion.

“oh, fuck, god, you’re so fucking tight, relax a little bit, you fucking slut”, he groaned, “you’re squeezing me in so tight, love. i need you to relax a bit.”

you tried to lift your head a bit to catch a breather, trying to relax your body from the intense pleasure he always managed to make you feel. “baby, i’m so close”, he groaned, hips snapping against yours in a rough and hard pace. “you’re going to make me come so hard. where do you want it, baby? inside? on your back? god, i’d love to paint your back in my cum. you’d look so hot, angel.”

he was blabbering as the pleasure blurred the line between his ability to think rationally and the need to just shut down and not care about anything else. “on my back, please��, you beg, voice muffled from how he was pressing your face against the pillows.

“oh, you fucking cumslut. you love that, don’t you?”, he groaned and just as he felt his climax, he finally pulled out and jerked himself off to finish off, his sticky cum covering your back in little lines. “fuck, you look so gorgeous covered in my cum. but don’t worry, hun. i got more of that. i’ll make such a fucking mess of you until you’re not only covered in my come but you’re dripping with it.

“please”, you whimpered, lifting your head finally after he let go of your strands of hair, finally able to catch a proper breather. “need more.”

“oh, you’re so needy, angel. thought this was about me getting out my frustrations on you?”

just before you could reply, he buried his cock inside of you again, moaning as you felt so full of him, hips shuddering in pure pleasure as you finally came around him, covering his cock in your creamy slick, more and more with every thrust he delivered as he let you ride out your climax.

“fuck, baby, you’re so incredible. i don’t even remember what i was mad about”, he chuckled, planting a soft kiss on your shoulder. “you took me so well, angel. i’m proud of you.”

take the weight off your shoulders…

neuvillette x reader

tw: stressed out and emotional neuvillette, oral (m receiving), he calls you his pretty wife, unprotected sex, breeding kink

“are you okay, neuvi?”, you asked your husband, noticing how deep in thoughts he was as he sat on the couch after a long day at work. “you’re so lost in thoughts. a penny for your thoughts?” you gently massage his shoulders, planting a soft kiss on his head.

he chuckled slightly. shaking his head.

“i had this… discussion with navia today. you remember her?” he proceeded once you nodded.

“she was the daughter of the previous president of the spina di rosula, right?”

“yeah… she was in my office today. and we discussed her father’s passing. and… it was like a reality check. it made me realize how cold our laws here in fontaine are. i always knew there was something odd about her father’s case. i never acted upon it. i should have. but i didn’t”, neuvillette explained, sighing, trying to hide the fact that tears were burning in his eyes.

“listen, dear. yes, you could have acted upon your instinct. but you are not the one who killed him. this would be an entirely different conversation if you did”, you went around the couch and kneeled down in front of him, holding his hand gently. “i’m incredibly proud of you for always handling these cases so professionally just to let lady furina have her five minutes of fun in court.”

“but–”

“no buts. listen to me, neuvi. you’re working so hard to make life in fontaine so easy and full of order. you shouldn’t be that focused on what could have been but what is coming. let me help you distract yourself a little bit from all the stress you’ve been feeling recently, love.”

you slowly unbuttoned his pants as you pulled the fabric down, slowly pulling out his cock from his boxers as you softly plant a kiss on the tip, smiling as his cock twitched. you couldn’t help a little giggle at each twitch, before you had your lips around his tip and sucked slowly.

“mhm, fuck, take me in deeper, love. i know you can”, he groaned, fingers burying into your hair as he slowly moved his hips up. it was rare for him to lose his composure like this but it made you incredibly happy to know that he was indeed distracted for once.

“mh, no. i… need you. more than this. please”, he mumbled, pulling you up from your kneeled position as he pulled off your shorts and panties before he pulled you onto his lap, aligning his cock with your entrance and having you slowly ease down, groaning as he felt your wetness engulf him.

“fuck, you feel so good, my beautiful wife. always know how to make me feel good, don’t you?”

you whimpered as you felt him thrust up as you rode him like your life depended on it.

“so, tell me, angel, where to you want it? inside? of course you do. you want me to breed you full, don’t you? just fill you up with my cum over and over until i have my baby fucked into you, don’t you? oh, fuck, honey, you’re going to make me cum so hard”, he groaned, body tensing up just before he relaxed again, finally coming buried deep inside of you. “come on, baby. come for me. you want it so bad, don’t you, angel?”

it wasn’t long until you felt the coil in your tummy snap, hips shaking uncontrollably as you finally reached your climax, shuddering in pure pleasure.

“fuck, baby. you’re so fucking beautiful when you’re so full of me. i need so much more. can you handle it?”

[rivatar]

Neteyam who?

(Pt. 2 to Good Luck Finding Better)

Based off this request!

Pairing: Dilf Jake Sully x fem omatikaya reader

Warnings: HEAVY SMUTTT, darkish Jake?(rougher than the previous part), p in v, oral, spitting in face, dom Jake, creampie, a lil face smacking, lots of dirty talk, think that’s it but lmk if I missed anything

W/c: 2.8k

A/n: hey y’all, sorry this took longer than I wanted it to but schools been kicking my ass. I hope you all and the anon who requested this enjoys!! Dilf Jake is my guilty pleasure 😈😈

As the sun rose the next day, you slowly blinked your eyes open. You immediately felt soreness in your muscles, especially in a particular region between your legs. Then the realization dawned on you and you remember what happened last night. You wondered if it was a dream or if it really happened. You gasped as you noticed the cum seeping out of your hole onto the bed and decided that was enough evidence to confirm you weren’t dreaming.

You stayed alone in your hut for 2 hours, refusing to go into the village and overthinking last nights’ events. What were you gonna say to Jake now? Or Neteyam? Nothing would ever be the same! You fucked your Olo’eyktan, a whole married man! And he was your best friends dad, to make matters worse. You felt shame and wished you knew what to do.

By now you were hungry and it was well past breakfast time. You had to leave sometime, you couldn’t just stay in here forever. So you begrudgingly got yourself ready and tried to clean the mess between your legs. You were fearful everyone would be able to smell exactly who left their seed in you. So you tried to cover it up by dabbing your strongest smelling oil that you had on your inner thigh. It would have to work.

Just as you were about to walk out of the door and face your fears, a familiar face appears. And speak of the devil, it’s Jake.

He was smiling mischievously down at you, and you just looked up at him angrily and crossed your arms.

“Get out of here.” You demand sharply.

“Excuse me?” He scrunches his eyebrows in confusion and tilts his head to the side, scanning you over with his intense gaze. Part of you wants to cower but you kept going.

“Last night was a mistake,” you explained, “I was in a vulnerable state and you knew it.” You said as you poked his chest hard with your pointer finger. “And now I’ve probably lost my best friend because of you.”

“Woah, woah, woah,” Jake holds his hands up to stop you. “If I remember correctly, that skxawng rejected you and I came to make you feel better. To which you had seemed to thoroughly enjoy,” he cockily smirked and you blushed, looking away with a pout. “Why are you mad at me and not my son?”

“Because he means more to me than you do! You’ve ruined everything!” You yell at him without thinking.

He suddenly grabs your neck with one hand and brings you closer to his face. Your breath caught in your throat and you struggled to balance on your tippy toes.

“Watch your tone, girl. Don’t forget I’m still your leader” he lowly speaks, his hot breath was fanning over your face and causing your thighs to clench together.

“Fuck you.” you manage to spit out.

He lowly chuckles and seems to be amused. “You already did that, honey.”

You bare your teeth at him, it made you so angry he was taking this so lightly and nearly mocking you like this was some kind of joke.

“Let me the fuck go!” You choke out harshly, still barely touching the ground with your tip toes to hold you up, both your hands gripping his arm to help hold you up so you wouldn’t actually choke.

His smile grows bigger. He seemed to like having so much power over you.

“I don’t know, sweetheart,” he faked like he was actually thinking, “I think you look so pretty like this.” You fought and wiggled as much as you could, but it was to no avail. “You’re a feisty one, ain’t ya? I never knew that about you.” He muses.

Then something came over you as you decided you’d heard enough of him, and with no thought you spit in his face.

You surprised yourself more than you surprised him it seemed like. Your jaw drops at what you just did and he just blinks once. Most of it landed on his mouth and to your absolute horror he licks it up and groans in appreciation.

“Mmm you taste so good, baby.” He tenderly smiles and you look at him in disbelief. The bass in his voice and his vulgar display lights something inside of you.

He gathers the rest of your spit off his face on two fingers and puts it to your mouth, beckoning you to open and pushing his fingers inside.

“Suck.” He demands, still holding your neck with his other hand but he sets you lower so you’re back on your heels now at least.

You didn’t know why you listened to him, but you did. Maybe it was his authority, or maybe because you felt yourself heating up and loosing your resolve.

Once you sucked your own spit off his fingers he pulled them out. He was making intense eye contact with you to the point you couldn’t force yourself to look away, almost like you were hypnotized.

“Good, now swallow.” You did as you were told with no hesitation. It was like your body answered to him before your mind could tell you not to.

You stuck out your tongue to show your empty mouth. “Good fucking girl,” he said while lightly smacking your cheek a few times.

“You still wanna go talk to Neteyam?” He asks, feigning innocence and mocking you.

You shook your head no, the desperation in your eyes from him getting you riled up was obvious to him but he liked teasing you.

“Good. Get on your knees” he demands roughly.

You were a little surprised at his straightforwardness but you obeyed and sank down to your knees before him.

He gracefully unties his loincloth and his full erect cock springs up right in front of your face. You didn’t get to see it this close up last night but now you’re noticing how pretty it is. Long and girthy, sprinkled with tiny bioluminescent freckles all the way up to the dark purplish tip.

“Open up for me, pretty” he rasps while rubbing his thumb across your bottom lip.

Once again you do as your told, your body fully submitting to him. You stick your tongue out and he places his dick on it, tapping it a few times. You lick and swirl your tongue around his tip as he lets out a pleased sigh while his body relaxes. You close your lips around him and he places his hands on your head to tug you closer and take more of him.

“Think I need to fuck this pretty mouth, how’s that sound?” You moan in response and he pushes your head hard, making you take almost his entire length and you gag.

He chuckles while you choke on him. “Yeah, this bratty mouth just needed to be stuffed with some cock, that’s all” He groans and tosses his head back while feeling your tight throat sucking him in.

You were already a mess, spit running down your face and neck, and tears welled up in your eyes. He picked up his pace and now held your head in place as he thrusted himself into your mouth. You couldn’t do anything but just take it. You focused on breathing through your nose and relaxing your throat, trying not to gag.

“Oh fuck-“ he whimpered and bit his lip trying to suppress his moans. “Shit that’s good. You’re doing so fucking good for me,” he praised as he felt himself coming near.

Your nails were digging into his smooth thighs and your throat was stinging at this point but you honestly couldn’t get enough of him. Your lower belly was warm and had butterflies.

“Gonna cum in your throat and you’re gonna swallow it all, okay?” He panted.

You felt his body stiffen and his cock twitch before you felt the warm ropes of cum spilling in your mouth. It felt warm and smooth like honey and you greedily took it all.

He pulled out of your mouth once he finished and smiled proudly at you.

“Good girl, that’s what a good slut does. You learn so quick,” he said while grabbing your face and placing a sloppy smooch on your lips.

He graciously grabbed a small towel to wipe your tear stained face and the sticky drool off your body. You smiled deliriously up at him.

“Don’t worry baby girl, I haven’t forgotten about you,” he grins. “Bet that lil pussy feels so neglected right now, huh?”

You nod your head and could hardly wait any longer.

“Nuh uh, need to hear you say it. What do you need?” He asks while petting your hair as you were still on your knees.

“Need you! Need you and your cock, please” you outright begged like he wanted.

“Please what?”

“Please.. sir?”

“Mhmm. Atta girl,” Jake praised.

He crouched down to your level and started crawling to tower over you. Your eyes were glued on his lips and he seemed to understand since he connected your lips in a heated kiss. He felt warm and tasted sweet and earthy.

He guided you to lay all the way down and you felt his rough hands start exploring, first just on your arms but then he couldn’t help himself from touching your tits.

Slipping under your top he kneaded one of your breasts, still holding himself over you with his other hand. He slightly moaned into your kiss at the contact and then pinched your nipple, making you break the kiss.

“Mmm” you hummed and threw your head back in pleasure.

“Yeah? Is that it?”

You bit your lip trying not to sound too desperate but still shook your head yes, begging him with your eyes. He took that as more than enough permission to keep doing it how you liked. He shifted to balance on his knees and his other hand wasted no time by going to knead your other breast that was left out.

“So, so perfect,” he whispered admirably.

Then with no warning he ripped your top off, beads flying everywhere. Normally you would’ve been upset about the damage of your precious clothing but right now you couldn’t care less.

“This needs to go too,” he said while yanking off your loincloth. It kinda hurt, but again, you weren’t in your right mind at the moment. And he was clearly getting impatient.

“Fuck” he breathed while eyeing your form. “Pretty. So fucking pretty” he rubbed your leg gently, quite contradictory to his former display of roughness.

Deciding to take the lead now, you opened your legs up for him. You were propped up on your elbows so this position was picture-perfect, and Jake did indeed wish he had a camera for your pornographic pose.

He was practically salivating over you but he wasn’t gonna let you get the upper hand. Snapping out of it, he looks at you devilishly like he was gonna devour you whole. You notice his cock is already fully hard again. Fuck, he’s good you admitted in your head.

Your pussy was a mess, your juices coating your lips and running down your ass.

“Jake, please” you begged.

He stopped ogling you and practically pounced onto you. He stole your lips in a hungry kiss and God, you loved the way he tasted too. You fought for dominance with your clashing of tongues but of course he wins with his larger mouth. He was shoving his tongue far into your mouth trying to get everything he could take from you. And you let him.

You whimpered as your heart rates increased and the thrill was like no other. Yeah, you loved Neteyam as your best friend but Eywa, his dad made you feel like you were flying.

All that could be heard was heavy breathing because neither of you wanted to stop. Then you felt his five-fingered hand slide down to rub your inner thigh and you thought you could almost cum right then. It was dizzying and made your body feel fuzzy.

He finally stopped teasing around the area and touched you where you wanted him the most. You both gasped at the contact.

“Damn,” he breathed while coating his fingers in your slick, “Needy little thing”

He pushed his middle finger in your sopping cunt and it slid in easily. You moaned and looked at him.

He started finger fucking you and gained a rhythm, then slid in another digit to add to the stretch.

You closed your eyes shut and were making so many little sounds that he loved. He also loved the sight of you squirming in pleasure.

“Watch it” he gruffed

You obeyed his request and turned your eyes to the sinful scene. He had you spread wide open and was pistoning his two big fingers into you like there was no tomorrow, hitting all your sweet spots so perfectly. It was so good you were struggling to get any sounds out as your mouth stayed open in a silent scream.

You felt your impending orgasm coming quickly. He seemed to have picked up on this as he started rubbing your clit in circles, making your climax rip through you.

“JAKEEE” you screamed and arched your back as it wracked through your entire body, toes curling and grabbing his dreads for support.

“Fuck yes. Fuckkkk yes!” he praised as he kept pumping you with one hand and lightly spanking your clit with the other, prolonging your orgasm.

You slowly came down from it, panting and a bit dizzy. Your eyes looked heavy.

“Don’t fall asleep on me, I ain’t done with you yet, babe” he said while manhandling you to flip you over on all fours. You could barely hold yourself up on your arms as you felt tired so you slumped down on your face, ass up in the air.

“Now ain’t this a pretty sight,” Jake chuckled from behind you. You felt his tip prodding at your entrance that was still soaked from your arousal and orgasm.

With no warning he slammed himself inside.

“OH!!” You shot up, the intrusion catching you off guard.

“Had to get you awake somehow,” he laughed. “Now take this cock until I cum in your little pussy”

Before you could say anything he slid all the way out and slammed back in. Your eyes were almost popping out of your head at the fullness. He had to be in your stomach, you thought to yourself.

He grabbed onto your ass cheeks for leverage to pull you back onto him, setting a brutal pace. The skin slapping could probably be heard from the village.

“You feel so good.. such a good slut for me”

You clenched around him at his degrading comment.

“Oh yeah? You like being a lil whore? That’s all you are, hm?” he growled clenching his teeth, already lost in the feeling of your pussy wrapped around him.

You moaned and whimpered below him, taking every inch of his dick.

“Bet you’d probably like Neteyam to see you getting fucked again” he taunted and you once again squeezed him tight as confirmation to his statement, “Yeah, I know,” he laughed, “it’s funny, ‘cause you try to act all innocent for everyone else. If only they could see you now”

You were hearing every word but truly didn’t care. Not right now, not when his dick was blissfully pounding your cervix and you feel another orgasm rolling in.

“Pleaseee” you whined.

“Please, what? One cock not enough for you?” he teased and smacked your ass.

“It is! Just please don’t stop!”

He sped up and thrusted harder into you.

“You gonna cum? Yeah you better cum for me,” he panted, feeling himself approaching his own high.

And just like that the coil in your lower tummy snapped. You cried out in ecstasy and he ate every bit of it up, boosting his ego.

“That’s it, baby” he cooed.

Then he felt his rip through him. “Gonna fill you up- fuck!” He whimpered “you won’t ever be able to get my smell off of you,” he promised while riding his out, his groans and little whimpers between words.

“This pussy is mine,” He made sure to milk out every last drop of his seed inside your pussy. He wanted to own you and mark you as his, so no other men could have you. He slipped his dick out carefully, making sure to not overstimulate you.

You were both fucked out beyond belief so you laid limp and he grabbed another towel to clean you up first, and then himself.

You smiled weakly at him and he smiled smugly in return. “So you gonna take back what you said earlier about wanting me to leave or do you like my company now?” he teased.

You rolled your eyes and scooted back against him where you were laying down. “Shut up” you yawned.

Taglist: @neteyamssyulang @professional-yapper @bambithewriter @nonamevenus @jakesullyfatjuicypeen

[angsthology]

Pay Attention to Things That Most People Ignore ☆ LS2

logan sargeant is most definitely not most people. it was time he started learning how

characters/pairings; daughter of poseidon!reader, chiron, mr. d, son of apollo!logan, theo (oc), son of athena!oscar.

warnings; monsters, typical pjo-type violence, logan is hopeless but that’s okay! some chb innacurracy sorry i havent read the books in a while, err very rushed writing im sorry, LAWD this is a mess i tell u 😭 perhaps i hate it — 3k words.

a/n; is the title... an all-american bitch lyric? yes. why? im not good and titles and i went to that song in instinct... for no reason. also this was based on a request — though i do admit its a little bit different as i would (hopefully) be making a part 2 hehe. by now im realizing how this title prob has nothin to do with the story

Over the years, she’s come to accept her life. Did it hurt when it felt like her entire life ended? Of course. Does it still hurt when she turns on the television to see them basically rubbing it on her face? —Whatever.

In theory, she probably could’ve gotten away with it had she not been a daughter of one of the big three—thanks a lot, dad. —but it was proven one too many times that it was not safe for her or any of the other kids. If it didn’t put anyone else’s life at risk, she would’ve disobeyed her mother, she really would (she was a child, she really hasn’t grasped the full concept of what other people would feel).

But, you know, oh well.

It’s sixteen years later and she still has that lingering grudge in the back of her head as the screen plays another Grand Prix — another Grand Prix she could’ve probably been a part of.

She tried, she really tried so hard to forget about it, to let go of it, but again, it was proven to be way too hard to let go of something she had an actual chance of, an actual good chance.

Though it might be hard to let go, she couldn’t really complain much about the life she actually had now.

Sure, it gets pretty lonely sometimes being a forbidden child, there weren’t exactly much of them (that are known and living at camp). But she had everyone else, despite practically being an only child at camp, to her everyone else there were her little siblings—of course, that probably has something to do with the fact that she was the oldest camper and the one who has been there longest.

When she heard a set of the all-too-familiar clops her heart dropped from its current fast-paced beating.

She quickly closed your laptop shut, cringing when you heard how loud of a sound it had made. That was it. She didn’t even try hiding her disappointment in herself. She slowly emerged from under the blanket with her lips tightly-wound shut, bracing herself with whatever the Centaur will have to say, her mind playing a quick telepathic farewell to her laptop.

“Hello, Y/N.”

She sighed, “Chiron.”

“Where and how?”

She swallowed the pre-existing nerves in her throat, “Mr. D.”

He hummed in response, so she continued.

“A pack of Heineken and two bottles of Jack Daniels.”

“Hm, good picks.” She responded lowly under her breath with a small ‘yeah’ as Chiron walked closer to the head of her bed near the bed-side table—his hooves making clopping noises each step.

The silence was taking too long to her liking so she just went to get it over with, “So, you’re gonna take it away from me?” she paused, then mumbling under her breath for herself, “—it’s probably another Red Bull win, anyway.”

Apparently, it was loud enough for the Centaur to hear, making him chuckle.

Surprisingly, he didn’t mention anything else about the laptop, “Who do you support?”

Hearing the question quickly made her look up from her fidgeting hands to see the smile on his face, she screwed her brows in confusion as she continues to look at Chiron for—something. Then, realizing that he was still waiting for an answer, she shook her head.

“Uhm—well, uh—”

“You think that Lando will ever get a win?”

That seemed to loosen her up, “Ugh, Gods, I hope. I’m getting exhausted over here—you know, sometimes I really wish I could ask the Oracle about it.”

He chuckled then which made her crack a smile.

When it died down, Chiron looked at her smiling face. He couldn’t help but frown a little, he knew how she felt about racing, he knew how she still feels about it.

“Y/N.”

She looks up at him, “Yeah?”

“So, I am aware that your birthday is nearing…”

“I mean… why wouldn’t you be? I’m here all-year-round.”

Chiron cleared his throat at her interruption, giving her a look.

“Sorry.”

He acknowledged and continued, “I am also aware that it lines up with a certain event…”

She raised an eyebrow it that, almost guessing what that said ‘event’ was.

“So,” he stopped, initially had her thinking he was just pausing but when he left out the door of her cabin she raised her hands as if saying ‘what gives?’

Seconds passed and it seemed like Chiron wasn’t going to come back any time soon so instead she stumbled off of her bed to quickly catch up to the Centaur that was headed to a building—the girl almost caught up to him, almost following him into the building but he was already back out in a good few seconds, stopping her right in front of the set of stairs, raising both her hands in question once more, “You just left. ‘So’, what?”

“I have it arranged that you will be attending the Miami Grand Prix.” He smiled as he handed her a lanyard.

She swore her eyes looked like it could’ve popped out of their sockets in a matter of seconds. She couldn’t believe what she was holding; a paddock pass. She couldn’t believe Chiron had done this for her considering how careful of a man (well, half-man) he is especially with her being a forbidden child. This was about to turn into the best birthday yet.

When she looked up to the smiling Chiron, her mouth still hung open in shock but her arms immediately wrapped around the man’s body in a bone-crushing hug.

She didn’t know how many ‘thank you’s that spilled out of her mouth but next thing she knew he was hugging her back with a chuckle escaping his lips.

After a few more ‘thank you’s from her, she pulled away smiling at him, “I thought you’d rather keep me here forever, why now?”

He cleared his throat, “Well, you are turning twenty-one, not many of you reach that kind of age—don’t tell them I said that—so I’d like to make it a bit more special.”

Still smiling, she looked at the paddock pass in her hand again, “You don’t know how much I appreciate this, Chi. Thank you, again.”

Being there felt… odd… unnatural.

She always thought if she were ever walking through the paddocks she would be walking as a driver.

What was even more odd was she felt her senses tingling, like she was being watched.

It was a bustling crowded place with many more interesting people compared to her, so it was weird to her that she felt like she was being watched of all people.

But alas, she brushed it off. It didn’t feel like anything bad—if it were, she would know—so she’s just going to have to save that thought for later.

She had to remind herself why she’s here; daydream in real-time of what could’ve been.

Yeah, she weren’t really keen on letting that go.

That is, until she was into her head she failed to notice the person—and group of people that came with said person—she was running into.

Before she knew it, a strong arm was holding her back with too much force for her liking, the action itself almost kicking in her self defense instinct until the person she did bump into pushed the hand away.

He was now talking to her, she assumed, but she was too focused on the person who had pushed her away.

Something about him felt… off. He was what she would count as freakishly huge for a normal human being, her eyes couldn’t help but recalculate the large man over and over until eventually the person that has been trying to get her attention snaps her out of it.

“Sorry, that’s Theo, he’s like that. I swear he doesn’t mean any harm.”

The scowl she hadn’t realized that made it’s way to her face slowly dropped as she slowly move her gaze to the person that was talking to her.

When their eyes met, she swore she saw a flash of something pass by his expression.

“Yeah,” she finally let go of this ‘Theo’ person and found her words, “Sorry I bumped into you.”

“That’s fine.” There was a brief silence across them until he cleared his throat, “I’m Logan, by the way.”

“Yeah, I know. You drive for Williams.” She replied flatly.

He cleared his throat again, scanning her for the shortest moment, “Do I know you?”

She looked to his eyes again with a small squint. “Most likely not. Good luck, bye.”

Before he could say anything else she was already speed-walking away. And for some odd reason, Logan found himself watching her walk away before getting pulled away himself just in the same time as the girl turned around to give a watchful eye.

It was getting annoying. This was supposed to be a weekend to enjoy but she could not help but feel that uneasiness creeping up on her. Over the years she had somewhat mastered the ability—well more the ability mastering her—of sensing bad things, whether that was events or creatures alike.

So, to simply put that together, that’s how she found herself sneaking around the Williams garage. Not hospitality, garage.

From years of quests here and there, many hours of weapons training, and not to mention capture the flag schemings with other campers, she had mastered the skill of being sneaky. It really did work well in her favor.

What she didn’t expect was to be completely entranced the moment she got into the busy garage; it was the first time she was seeing a real life-size F1 car in real-time.

Everything was so enchanting to her, it felt like she was reliving her childhood dreams all over again. When she had gone through with her plan, she didn’t really register the fact that she was going to go face to face with an actual working Formula One garage.

She really tried to stay focused on the task at hand but it really was in her blood to be unfocused.

“Hey!”

Somehow, just somehow, she had heard his voice over the loud noises around her and just somehow, she knew he was addressing her.

Immediately, she tried to hide or duck behind something—anything just so she didn’t have to face him.

Before she knew it a hand was gripping her upper arm and pulling her somewhere quieter and she was met with green eyes that looked at her with suspicion.

“Are you like a fan or something?”

She was taken aback by his words.

“…what?”

“Are you following me?”

“What—no. I mean not you specifically—why did I say that.” she whispered the last part to herself. If she was being honest, she hasn’t really been brushing up her skills in socializing with anyone else that weren’t the campers.

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing! I—”

Their conversation—if you could’ve called it that anyway—was interrupted by the same man she had been suspecting from earlier.

“There you are.” It was the first time she was hearing his voice and just by that she already knew that they were going to be in big trouble. His voice was low and unnerving, saying the words as if he’s been searching for them not for worried purposes rather unfortunate ones.

Logan didn’t seem to have the same feeling as her as he looked more relieved among other things to see the man. “Theo!” he greeted while throwing his hands in the air, “What’s up, man?”

Fortunately for Logan, Theo wasn’t exactly paying attention to him instead looking at the girl in front of him instead.

When he noticed he tried to interfere, “Oh, no, don’t worry about her, she’s not harmful.” He then realized he didn’t exactly know this girl so he looked at her with questioning eyes, “You aren’t, right?”

Except her focus didn’t waver from the big man that looked at her with a stare that tried to kill.

Logan, still clueless, looked between the two back and forth in confusion until Theo said something that really caught his attention.

“Daughter of Poseidon.” Theo growled.

Logan’s head couldn’t snap towards her faster.

“Shit.” She mumbled under her breath.

Before they knew it, she had grabbed a hold of his hand and running away with it, Logan still very much in shock at this new information he attained.

Through empty places and crowded ones, the girl forgot that the man she had ahold of weren’t just anyone but a very real and hard-to-miss Formula One driver. Sure, he was a rookie but a driver nonetheless.

But she couldn’t care less about the attention she was gaining; she was far too busy running for her life than think about cameras and the public.

“What the hell was he talking about? Poseidon?!” she didn’t answer his panicked question so he continued instead, “Are you a half-blood too?”

The ‘too’ in his question was what finally caught her attention but still, she didn’t answer him, only cursing herself for not noticing one when she saw one.

Just when she thought they had lost them, the monster once disguised as Theo was standing there at the end of the opening, she and Logan had slipped in.

Next thing she knew she was fumbling around trying to fight off the apparent Giant that was Theo.

“What the hell are you doing there, mind a little help over here?” she yelled over at Logan who was pretty much… useless in the corner.

He continued to panic, looking for anything he could use to get the Giant off of her.

Suddenly, while she was struggling to get the Giant’s grip off of her, the force stopped as a cloud of mist poofed where the monster was once before. She quickly scrambled herself up and was met with a figure in McLaren clothing holding a gold-dust colored weapon pointing at her.

“Oscar Piastri?!”

He didn’t answer her, dagger still pointing at her direction, “Who are you?”

Putting her hands out in defense she explained herself, “I respect that.” she commented, “I’m Y/N L/N, I am the daughter of Poseidon,” then she cautiously pointed at the Australian, “I’m assuming you’re a half-blood too.” she nodded at him, “Who do you belong to?”

Oscar then slowly lowered his weapon, his trust building by the minute, “Athena.”

Then both of them turn to Logan simultaneously.

“No!” he got defensive immediately, “I want to know what just happened!” he pointed accusingly.

All of a sudden, it just finally hit Oscar, “Poseidon?!”

The sea god’s daughter made a face and ignored the Australian, “What do you mean what just happened? Typical demigod stuff!”

The look on his face made her double-take, “You… do have occasional encounters with monsters here and there… right?”

When Logan’s expression doesn’t change, she turns to Oscar.

“I have this for a reason.” He said slowly, showing her the dagger. “—and, well, if I’m being honest, that has never happened before.”

“Shit.” she shakes her head in disappointment then pulling out her phone, “I need to make a phone call.”

She left the two men by themselves and went ahead as the line rings a couple of times before getting an answer.

After a brief conversation—that will continue later for details—the girl locked her phone and walked towards the two drivers.

“You’re coming with me this summer. It will not be up for debate and don’t worry about your… duties, I have it covered.”

Logan was quick to stop her explanations, “Wait—what—no! At least explain what the hell that phone call was about. You can’t just drop all that on us and expect us to be okay with it.

She rolls her eyes, “I’ll explain later, right now, you two have a job to do.” They didn’t object to that, the three of them walking out the pretty-hidden space the Giant had decided to corner them before.

Oscar stopped just outside, “I can take care of myself if anything else decide to come out and attack me, you should probably go with him. And uh, I actually need to talk to you,” he pointed at her, “—later. Not exactly letting you off the hook that easily.”

She didn’t complain.

The two walked in silence, every once in a while getting stopped for a picture and such, until Logan speaks up.

“Apollo.”

She turned to him, eyebrow raised.

“My dad.”

“Oh.” She paused then comments, “Fitting.”

He didn’t know what it was in her voice, it didn’t sound exactly like a compliment but he wasn’t sure if it was an insult.

Whatever, he shrugged it off.

After that, they both went into their own train of thoughts.

Without noticing, they both sucked in a breath in unison.

“I’m sorry for—”

“I think you should—”

The two quickly stepped back from whatever it was they were going to say, heat rushing up their necks. They kept walking on the awkward silence that fell upon them until Logan re-focused his attention and remembering what she had said—well, what she almost said earlier.

“Wait—‘sorry’? What were you apologizing for?” he turned to her who was now ducking away from his eyes, her own focus stayed on her fidgeting hands.

She made a noise before finally finding her words, “It’s just—this always happens, you know. I’m a forbidden kid, I attract the worst kind of trouble there is for half-bloods. And earlier; I had brought it to you and Oscar.” he was going to say something to ease her guilt but she beat him to it, “I’m just glad that monster didn’t hurt any of you.” She threw her hands in the air, “I mean, it’s qualifying day for Gods sake! —maybe I shouldn’t go to the race tomorrow.” She mumbled the last part to herself, though not quietly enough that the driver didn’t hear.

Logan was taken aback by her statement, giving him an opening on his almost-offer.

“What—no! Why not?” he asked.

“Look, it’s bad enough that there’s two demigods in one place; adding a forbidden kid in the mix won’t really make it any better. I still want everyone to have a safe race. Who knows what kind of other monsters I could attract.”

From every point of view Logan could gather, it was simply a fact that this girl knows about their world far more than he did, far more than Oscar did, so he couldn’t really be the voice of judgement in whatever she had to say. But… he wanted her to stay.

It calmed him down for some reason, knowing someone shares the same—if not, worse—fate as you.

So, he tried to find a reason, a good reason to make her stay. Of course, he wasn’t a pro at this half-blood thing so he offered something that he was familiar with. He gave her a more… human reason.

“I think you should stay.” He blurted.

“Logan—”

“Dude—is it alright if I called you that?”

“Uh, go nuts.”

“You deserve to have some fun, watch a race! I’ll even have you as an official Williams guest!”

She hummed with a smile creeping up.

“And if you’re worried about trouble, that’s fine. We can always handle trouble! We are all trouble-bound any way, better face them now than later! Plus, I think it’d be good if you could teach us the basics early.”

She felt the warmth spread through her chest. It’s been a while since she felt someone so welcoming that wasn’t anyone within Camp Half-blood. It was nice. He was nice. Almost made her forget that she was in the place she was meant to be in.

Her heart felt wholesome, but didn’t make it show, her mouth couldn’t stop the comment from escaping her mouth instead.

“You really want me to stay, huh?”

[wroteclassicaly]

Having a baby with best-friend Gator and he’s scared to meet and hold his baby for the first time.

Boots make noise as they drift down the hallway slowly, his palms sweaty as he swipes them across his camo, jugular constricting upon a harsh swallow. When he comes into the room, he takes off his hat immediately, peering, brown eyes wide and scared, and he sees you nursing her. You look up at him, not having expected his appearance so soon. Roy had him out of town and he was on his way back as fast as he could be, last you heard. He admits relief it took a while, but guilt because of fear.

And you say it’s okay. He cautiously brings a chair up by the bed and is terrified to look. You reassure him.

“You know me. I mean, there’s a new girl here, but she has your eyes, she knows your voice, so… Nothin’ we can do about that now. She’s pretty chill though.”

This causes a smile to quirk his lips. His hands are trembling, watching you gently maneuver the swaddled bundle into a little jostle, patting her butt lightly as she continues to feed. “Gator, you don’t need to be afraid of her. She’s just a baby. She’s your baby.”

Pain prickles across his chest, beneath the layers he wears. What if he looks at her and feels hollow? What if he’s made of the same dead nothing as Roy? What if he can’t hold her right, hurts her? What if she gets scared in his arms?

You sense this, however, interjecting. You reach with your free arm, grasping his wrist. This gets him to tilt his glance a little more. Your voice is gentle, calm. “Hey, you’re her dad. You’re not yours, do you understand me?”

At that moment your daughter chimes in with a little whine, stirring in your arms, her tiny fist popping free of her blankets. Gator has no choice but to look now. And when he does stare at her, it’s not fear. You watch the mossy embers in his eyes mist over, his nose crinkling. You whisper in encouragement.

The moment that brown eyes meet brown, Gator feels something overwhelming happening, something he isn’t sure he can ever name, ever know if he’ll be able to handle sanely. He realizes in seconds flat, that it’s love for an extended part of him, something he made with the most important person who has ever been in his life. He loves his child. And you, you’ve never been more in love with him than this moment of watching him realize what he’s truly capable of feeling.

“She’s so pretty,” he says, gently letting a hand reach out and a finger brush along her soft, chubby little cheek. “She looks just like you.”

Your heart flutters at that, both of you sharing this immeasurable look, as he glances up at you. But a soft fussy set of cries break it apart. She’s let go of your breast, most likely needing to be burped. Gator looks distressed.

“What’s wrong with her? Did I scare her?”

You chuckle lightly, reaching on your beside for the burping cloth your nurse had left behind. “No, I think she just swallowed too much air and needs to burp. Don’t you, little girl?”

“Oh.” He’s nodding. “Do you… Should I go?”

“Please stay?” You answer automatically, your own chest feeling the pressure. “I just need some time with my family.” You let it slip out and don’t realize, but Gator does, and he won’t forget that.

You work to get the baby over your shoulder with the rag, but neither shoulder calms her, and switching positions to burp don’t work either. You begin to feel anxious, frustrated with yourself, calming down in time for Gator to ask you, “Can I try?”

You’re awestruck, but automatically grant him with a yes. He jumps up first, a slight panic to his tone. It amuses you. “Wait! Let me clean my hands first.” He gets back to you after (throughly) scrubbing his hands.

Then reality sets in. Oh, shit. He has to care for a human? Will he know how to? You’re bringing him back into the room when you scoot over a little and ask him to sit beside you in the bed.

He’s more gentle than you’ve seen come from him, watching as you hand him the rag, following your instructions to place it over his shoulder, and you’re lifting a tiny little body with his nose and his eyes, placing it into his massive hands. An imagine forever seared on your mind. She’s crying in quicker paces now, and he almost forgets how to breathe, but you’re still there.

“Over your shoulder. One hand on her head, support her body with your spare. That’s it. Jesus, your hands are insane compared to her head, Gator.” He gently eases her chin over his shoulder, keeping her head secure with one massive palm, letting it glide down to support her body, the other starting to pat her back at your insistence.

There’s about a minute more of her fussing, stretching over him, and then she lets out the cutest little sound you’ve ever heard. Gator laughs, patting her through the burp, bringing her away, his hand under her tiny head, his forearm lying beneath her small body, spare palm keeping her cradled and balanced to his chest. She calms down almost immediately, blinking up slowly at him, her little tongue poking out between her lips.

“Look at you. You’re scaring the shit outta me right now, but we’ve got this, I think.” Another baby noise comes from her, as if she’s responding, and his thumbpad caresses her tiny ear, astonished confidence clear in his voice. “Yeah, we’ve got this.”

And what you’re thinking right now?

Baby number 2, baby number 2. When? Gator is a dilf now. I made him a dilf.

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

Peter comforting Tony's daughter at the funerals please I need this

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No one who was present will ever forget the horrific scream that came from you when Pepper told you the tragic news: your father, Tony Stark, was dead.

You hadn’t been able to say goodbye to him. He had already taken his last breath when you arrived on the scene. All you were able to do was crumble by his side and cry all the tears in your body until someone forcefully took you away.

A few sleepless nights later, you stood by Pepper and Morgan on the wooden deck, watching the wreath floating adrift on the water. Proof that Tony Stark has a heart, it reads.

Beside you, Morgan didn't seem to understand what was going on, why everyone was dressed in black and watching an arrangement of flowers float away. Mostly, she didn’t understand why her dad was not there. It was sad to see.

Happy was right behind you, followed by Rhodey and Steve, then May and Peter. Peter. He was holding his tears, pained from losing his mentor.

When the wreath was no longer in sight, people slowly dissipated, heading back inside the Stark residence. You stayed, unable to move your feet, your eyes were glued on the water before you. Why did you leave me? Why did you sacrifice yourself?

You didn’t hear the footsteps behind you as Peter approached. You and him hadn’t spoken since the last battle.

He cleared his throat. ‘’Hi. I know you’re probably tired of hearing this, but I’m sorry for your loss, Y/N.’’ You didn’t turn around, but Peter knew you were listening. ‘’Your dad was an admirable person. I’m not talking about his sacrifice. He was— He’s been an excellent mentor to me. And, in a way, a great father figure in my life.’’ Peter breathed in. He was about to tell you something he hadn’t told anyone. Not even his best friend Ned, who he always tells everything to. ‘’I was with him when he died. He told me—'' Peter stopped himself, feeling choked by the emotions in his throat.

When you arrived on the scene, you didn’t acknowledge Peter or anyone else around. Your eyes were focused on your father laying on the ground, unalive.

''Want to know what he told me?’’ Peter continued, not waiting for your answer. ‘’He…he said to go to you and feel the feelings he once forbid us to have.''

After a lot of deep thinking, Tony had come to the realization that forbidding your relationship had been wrong of him. He didn’t like it, but Peter was a good guy. He was kind, caring, honorable and very protective of the ones he loved. If there was anyone Tony could trust to take good care of his daughter, it was Peter.

Slowly, your eyes traveled to Peter. They welled with tears again, but this time Peter was there to wrap his arms around you, pull you against him and provide you comfort. You buried your face in his chest, staining — and ruining — his shirt with your mascara-tears, but it was the last of his worries.

Your slim fingers grabbed his white button up, clutching at it as you cried.

Your father’s words meant so much to you — you and Peter. You remembered the look of rage on his face when he caught you kissing in the lobby. It had just been a simple kiss goodbye, but Tony reacted like he had caught you doing something compromising in bed. He had yelled at Peter and banned him from the tower for weeks with a threat of kicking him out of the Avengers if he were to kiss you again.

Like any angsty teenager, you told him you hated him and blasted Taylor Swift’s Love Story in your bedroom.

You never thought he would change his mind about Peter, but Tony Stark was a surprising man.

Peter kissed the top of your head, holding you tight. 

—

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Best Friend Pt.2🍂

Summary: Being best friends for years turned to y/n being left wondering if she did something wrong, why Seth left her alone after all their years of friendship

The glowing yellow eyes stared back at me and I didn’t know what to do, it’s eyes were wide with what I hoped was shock and not hunger

It walked towards me until it was so close I’d be able to reach out and rub its fur, it sniffed me and it’s tail swayed behind, it was happy and I was glad I wasn’t going to be a chew toy tonight…hopefully

I slowly reached out and ran my hand through its fur and it allowed me as it laid itself down with me following quickly

“You’re a big boy aren’t you?!” I said as it laid its huge head in my lap, I’ve never seen a wolf this size here before but he was beautiful

I continued to run my hand all through his fur feeling comfort, it’s warmth reminded me of Seth and all the worries returned, tears brimmed against my eye line

“I miss him, I don’t think I did anything wrong…maybe he realized how much better bella was and got sick of being around me” I sighed as I laid my body over his trying to calm myself

“I know you don’t know what I’m saying,I know he’s not sick though, whenever he’d be under the weather before I’d always got over and help so why would this time be different, and it hurts the most today, you see…every Friday we have a movie night and we’ve never missed it once…ever, and now here I am alone with a wolf in the woods” I cried just missing my best friend

I heard the wolf whine under me, maybe the wolf could sense how I was feeling he was like my support wolf in a way I suppose, he was making me feel better, getting all these emotions of my chest

I started feeling tired and the next thing I know is I’m seeing the trees above me and the dark night sky swaying above me then I was drifting off again

•*•*•*•

I woke up in my bed confused, last time I checked I was in the forest and now I’m here

I walked down stairs to see dad and Bella eating some breakfast which was rare to see from Bella

“Hey do you know how I got to my room last night?” I asked as I poured myself a glass of water

“Ya Seth came to the door last night carrying you, he said he found you asleep in the woods, he brought you up to your bed and left” dad said as he sipped on his coffee

“Oh really? Weird” I said as I left to go change in my room before school

•*•*•

School was a drag and thankfully it was finally over, I decided to go back out to the woods and maybe I’d find that wolf again and he’d help me forget Seth

I knew he was lying, if he was sick why would he be out in the woods and be able to carry me home

I dropped my backpack off when I got home and headed straight through the woods to the cliffs only to find Seth and a bunch of other people like embry, Jacob, Sam and more

“So you weren’t sick” I stated and they all turned to me

“Y/n…I….just let me explain”

“Seth you left me, alone, you missed our Friday night, did I….did I do something wrong?” I asked

“No you did nothing wrong and I’m so sorry, it’s me…I couldn’t see you things have changed” he said walking up to me he looked like a sad puppy

“What do you mean things have changed? Did you meet someone? Is that the reason?” I said feeling my lips quiver

“Oh god no, it’s just…” he turned to look at Sam and he nodded but I was confused at the interaction

“I’ll tell you but you have to promise not to freak out okay?”

“Um okay”

He stepped back and took off his shirt then his shorts

“You remember all those stories I’ve told you, about the ancestors of our people?”

“Ya I do”

“Well they are true” he said then he shook and the next thing I see is the wolf from last night and everything made sense

I threw my arms around his neck and buried myself in his fur

“Seth why didn’t you tell me”

“He couldn’t, it wasn’t safe for him to being around others at the start, plus I told him he couldn’t see you and he can’t disobey” Sam said

“But why are you telling me all this”

“You’re his imprint”

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Part 3?

[justmeinadaze]

Take It Out On Me Part 13 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

Warnings with some notes: Daddy Steve/ Sir Eddie and Plus Size sub Reader and all that implies (I regret nothing!), Smut, fluff, with slight angst. Steve has a confrontation with his dad in the beginning (dad insults reader and her appearance), near the end reader tells the boys about a bad past relationship (him hiding her and humiliating her).

Her experience with an ex is very similar to something I went through with mine. Never forget that all of you are beautiful and deserve to be seen and appreciated <3

Word Count: 5415

“Shit.”

You three pause what you’re doing as you listen to the front door of Steve’s house open and slam shut. 

“Neither of you speak, ok? If he wants to say something he can say it to me. Baby, can you grab a couple of the shirts there and I think we’ll be good to go.”

“Ok, Daddy.” As you turn to do what he says, his hand tugs on yours as he brings your lips to his own. Steve softly smiles as he caresses your cheek before letting you go. 

Throwing the last of his essentials into his suitcase, Eddie takes it and allows his friend to lead as you both follow close behind. 

“Well look who finally decided to come home.”

“I’m not home, dad. Just grabbing some of my things before we head back to Wayne’s trailer.”

“Ah, so still standing by the slut?” Steve dropped the bags he was holding as he turned to face his father. Your hand shot out to pull on his arm, silently begging him to let it go. “Leave it to you to find one you can’t even properly use.”

“What does that even mean?”

“She has no connections or ties to better opportunities for you. She has no money. She’s definitely not arm candy. I mean look at your mother. She’s a gorgeous, powerful woman—”

“That you cheat on.”, he interrupted. “Y/N is a gorgeous, powerful woman and I’m sorry you can’t see that.”

“Hm. Look, don’t come crawling back to me when you realize you’ve made a mistake hitching your wagons to this horse.”

“And don’t let me ever hear again how you’re shaming her and calling her names to anyone that will listen.”

“Excuse me?!”

“You heard me. She’s going through a lot after what you did.”

“Good. I’m not going to be silent about some whore brainwashing my son—”

Steve took determined strides forward till he was almost nose to nose with his father. “Call her something else. I dare you.”

Your panicked eyes meet Eddie’s before he slowly steps towards them and tugs at Steve’s arm. “Harrington. Come on, man. Let it go. Who gives a fuck what this asshole thinks.”

After a few moments, Steve finally turned grabbing his things along with Eddie and heading towards his van. 

#########

“Wow. You three are mighty quiet.”, Masie mused during lunch that following day. 

“I’m tired.”

“Mhmm. Fun fact, gentlemen. When Y/N says she’s tired that’s code for ‘I’m overwhelmed.’”

You playfully stick your tongue out at her as Eddie grins at you both. 

“It’s been a long couple of weeks.”, you sigh as you lean against her shoulder. 

“I know, honey. I, um, I may be asking a stupid question here but are you three going to prom?”

Both men glanced at you as you shook your head. “Still no? Y/N, come on. Before you said you didn’t want to go because you wouldn’t have a date to dance with. Now you have two!”

“Do you want to go?”, Steve asked. “We can get the tickets and everything.”

Your eyes met Masie’s before scooting closer to her. 

“Ah. It seems Harrington, little miss here feels guilty about us spending money on her.”, Eddie chuckles as he takes a bit of the food from his lunch bag. 

“Why? I haven’t been cut off yet. Knowing him that will take a while. My dad may be pissed at me but I’m still a Harrington. He’s still hoping I come crawling back.”

“Then…maybe we should save that for an apartment…”

Both boys laugh under their breath and your best friend watches with amusement as she studies the dynamic. 

“Y/N, do you want to go to prom? Yes or No.”

“I…”

“Come on, sweetheart. Don’t revert back to shy you. Be open and honest. It’s us remember?” Eddie’s foot extends out to rub your leg. 

“I want to go, I just don’t want to be around these assholes.”, you gesture towards the student body. “They’d ruin it, not just for me but you guys to.”

“Fuck them.”, Steve chimes in. “Fuck these people.”

“Oh please, Steve. I like the movie ‘Carrie’. Doesn’t mean I want to live it!” That makes them genuinely laugh as you smile. “I’m going to grab another drink. Does anyone want anything?”

Everyone shakes their head, watching you as head back towards the lunch line. 

“I have an idea, if you two would be open to it.”, Masie grins mischievously. 

They lean towards her, listening as your best friend begins detailing her plan. Eddie shakes his head when she finishes. 

“Seriously, how have I never met you before? You’re so fucking badass.”

Without thinking, he leans over the table to give her hug, startling her before she grins and returns his display of affection. 

#########

“Maze, what the hell? Why can’t I keep my eyes open?”

“Because, honey, this is how surprises work. Now shut up and smile in 3…2…1.”

Her hands lift from your eyes and you giggle as you allow them to adjust before falling on a beautiful dress laid out on her bed. Stepping forward, your fingers trace the black silk of the garment as your eyes trace the white sleeves. 

“Masie…what—”

“You said you wanted to go but not with the assholes at school.”, she interrupted. “The guys and I thought we could have a prom of our own.”

“Maze. You…I…” 

Your best friend cut you off again, gently placing her palm over your mouth. “Y/N, they will be here in an hour so let’s put on our dresses and let me do your hair. I’m thinking floofy like Farrah.”

****

“Hey! You must be Edward and Steven.” Masie’s dad extends his arm out to enthusiastically shake each boy’s hand. “I’m Kenneth but you can call me Ken. The girls will be right down.”

“Uh, yeah, thank you, sir.”, Steve politely smiled slightly taken a back. 

“My wife and I had made plans tonight because Masie said she didn’t want to go to prom but when she changed her mind, we made sure to at least be here to take pictures of her and Y/N! God, I still remember when they were in Kindergarten and Y/N would come over to spend time with her. Always a sweet girl that one. I swear—”

“Dad! Stop pestering them.”, Masie scolded as she ran the rest of the way down the stairs. 

“I’m not! I’m just telling them about you and Y/N being best friends.”

“Oh my god. I’m so sorry.”

They didn’t hear a word either of them said. You had followed your friend down and shyly glanced their way before opening your arms a bit to display your dress. Their eyes constantly raked across you from head to toe. The dress was actually sleeveless, the white parts resting on either side of your biceps as the top part of your outfit both hugged and displayed your breasts perfectly. It was bit snug around your curves making you a bit self-conscious but they barely seemed to notice. 

To them you were always beautiful but in this dress with your hair flowing down your shoulders the way it was, you looked like an angel.

“Uh oh.” Masie waves her hand in front of their face. “Gentlemen! Is that a good stare or a bad stare? Do I need to fix something or…?”

As your friend stepped forward, Steve stopped her by reaching for her arm. “No, don’t do anything. She looks gorgeous.”

“Perfect.”, Eddie followed. 

“Thank you.”, you blush. “You guys look handsome.”

The metalhead reached for your hand as you descended the rest of way. “Why thank you. We bought these tuxes without me once agitating Harrington by getting frustrated with all the pieces and buttons at the store.”

“Apparently my friend has never even worn a suit, let alone a tux.”

“I’ve worn a suit! In 5th grade…”

You and Masie laugh at them as her mom comes out to take pictures, promising she’ll get copies so everyone can have them. As soon as you guys step outside, you gasp when your eyes land on the limo. 

“Don’t say anything!”, Steve smiles in your direction. “We already know you think we’re doing too much.” 

Both men hold the doors for you and your friend as you two climb in the back. “So where is the dance being held.”

You whine when your vision is suddenly blind folded by what you assume is Eddie’s bandana since it smells strong like cigarettes. 

“That will be the next surprise!”

***

“Oh, wow, boys. I’m impressed, Eddie Munson.”

“Thank you, Masie Collins.”

“Excuse me! I still can’t see.”, you smile. “I know we’re at Eddie’s trailer because I hear the dog across the street.”

Your blind fold is removed and you blink as your eyes adjust, Steve backing up to stand near the other boy as they watch your face. You were at Eddie’s trailer except there were white Christmas lights strung together across the yard to create a makeshift dance area. Off to the side was a table and a BBQ pit beside it already smoking. Eddie’s stereo was hanging in the window and above his front door was a banner that read “Hawkins High 1984 Senior Prom.”

“I guess Wayne started our food for us.”, the metalhead headed that way to make sure everything was ok and together. 

“Do you like it?”, Steve asks as he sticks his hands in his pockets nervously shifting.

“Like it? Oh my god. I love it!”

##########

“Eddie, these are really good. I didn’t know you could cook anything.”, Masie compliments with her mouth full. 

“I mean, not much to this, besides flipping a burger.”, he laughs. “But thank you.”

“Y/N, since you’re finished, do you want to dance with me?” Steve reaches under the table for your hand when you nod.

“Op. One second.” Eddie quickly stands and runs to his stereo before jumping up and loudly smacking the play button. You giggle, wrapping your arms around Steve as “I Wanna Know What Love Is” by Foreigner begins to play. 

“I told him to add anything he thought they would play at a prom. I’m starting to think maybe I should have listened to the tape beforehand.” The man laughs with you as he pulls you closer to him as you both begin to sway.

“Please, like you can’t dance to this.” Eddie gives him a big grin as he runs back to the table. 

Your eyes beam at him as his smile grows. “Are you have a good time, Daddy?”

“I am. What about you, baby?”

“I love seeing you both so happy. It’s been so long since I’ve seen you two smile like this.”

“It’s because of you.” You roll your eyes before you lean your cheek onto his chest. “I’m serious. Just to see your eyes light up when you got out of the car or the way you glowed when you came downstairs… that makes us happy.”

Eddie and Masie grin at you guys as she finishes her fries. “So, it really doesn’t bother you? Seeing her with him like that?”

The boy shakes his head with no hesitation. “I know she loves us both. She’s as much mine as she is his.”

“Fascinating.”

“I know, right?”

“Masie Collins, would you care to dance with me?” Steve extends his hand to her and she dusts off her own before taking it. “Your dance partner, sir, is waiting.”

Eddie grins as he heads towards you and you immediately pull him into your arms. “Time After Time” by Cyndi Lauper begins to play and he chuckles when you throw your head back and laugh. 

“Hey. If they aren’t playing this at prom then I don’t know what kids are into these days.”, the metalhead insists. 

“I love it. I love you, Sir.”, you smile. 

“I love you to, sweetheart. Are you enjoying yourself?”

“Yes, I am. Thank you both so much for this.”

Steve spins Masie and she laughs as she grips his hand again. “What about you, Steve Harrington? You don’t get jealous at all seeing her kiss on him?”

“No ma’am. It’s…hard to explain. It just works. I’ve never met anyone like her before.”

“Now I do have to ask…when did that change occur? You’ve had classes together before but you never bothered to talk to her.”

“That’s fair. I always thought she was beautiful. I just wanted to impress my dad more I guess and be who he wanted me to be. I was an asshole.”, he laughs. 

“Yeah you were and should you ever revert back to that asshole and hurt her I will kill you; both of you!”

You giggle at her threat as you pull Eddie closer to you. 

##########

“Are you sure you don’t want us to come with you?”, you ask as you walk Masie to the limo.

“It’s fine, Y/N. There would be no point in you guys coming all the way with me just to drop me off and come back here. I’ve never been in a limo before tonight. Riding alone will make me feel famous.” She strikes a pose making you laugh. “You look beautiful. I had so much fun.”

“Me to. Thank you…for helping them put this together.”

“Of course. You’re my best friend. I know you’d do the same for me.”, she grins as she climbs in. You wave as the vehicle drives down the road and disappears over the hill. 

As soon as you turn around, you’re blinded by a flash of white light. “Jesus, Daddy! “, you giggle. 

“I’m sorry. You just look so damn good; I want to remember this forever.”

You pose as he takes another picture. “Is there a way you can remember this moment without all this crap.”, Eddie whines as he tugs on his outfit. Bouncing giddily towards him, you help the metalhead remove all the uncomfortable pieces of his tux till it’s just his white shirt and slacks. “Thank you, baby. Thanks for NOTHING, Steven!”

“Hey, I got you into it. She can get you out of it. Smile!”

The boy rolls his eyes sticking out his tongue as you laugh. Steve was chuckling to as he turned mid picture to look at you two. 

“Aw, I love that one. I’m going to frame it and put it near the front door of our apartment.”

“We can go looking this week after school if you want to.”

“That sounds like fun.” Your smile faulters slightly as you sigh. “I need to look for a job to. Maybe something on campus.”

“Honey…” Steve pulls you to his side and kisses the top of your head. “Let’s not worry about that right now, alright?”

You both jump at the loud sound of thunder. “Are you kidding me?! This really is a Stephen King book. Baby, get inside and Steve can you help me move this stuff under the awning.”

Standing by the front door you, watch them as they quickly try and move everything before the rain comes. Just as they shifted the final piece of furniture it began to pour. You were in such a good mood you couldn’t help but stand in the middle of Eddie’s front yard with your arms open, letting the water fall pleasantly onto your skin. 

You saw the flash of white light again, turning to see the metalhead holding the camera this time. 

“You looked so beautiful…I had to freeze this moment.”

##############

Your back smacked into the wall as Eddie shoved you against it, his lips passionately kissing your own. He grinned against your mouth when he felt your needy, desperate hands fumbling with his belt before sliding your palm down the front of his pants to rub his growing bulge he had begun grinding against you. 

You two stumbled into the kitchen, his arm reaching behind you to clear off the counter and knocking trash onto the floor. He turns you around so your back is against his chest but as he tries to push you down onto the furniture in front of you, you cling your arm around his neck as your lips kiss any part of him you could reach. 

Eddie’s fingers roughly tug the bottom of your dress up over your ass before aggressively pushing your front half onto the countertop. One of his strong hands presses into your body holding you flat as his other yanks down your panties. 

Steve’s damp frame leans in front of your face, his lips capturing yours when you feel the other boy kick your legs further apart. You whimper into his kisses as the metalhead slides his cock into your entrance. The palm between your shoulders come around to cling to your belly as he begins thrusting into you. 

“Oh my…god.”, you pant.

“Does he feel good, honey?”

“Yes, Daddy. So…so fucking good.” 

Steve grins as he jumps onto the counter in front of you and undoes it pants just enough to free his dick as he holds the base, bringing the tip to your lips. Your arms lean against his thighs and he groans, biting his bottom lip as you envelope him into your mouth. 

“Fuck, baby. There you go. Our beautiful girl.”

Eddie grunted behind you as he placed his hands on your shoulders, clinging to you tightly as his pace slowed and he slammed his hips into you roughly. Each stroke pushed you lower onto Steve causing you to gag around him. A ring laced hand suddenly took hold of your hair, forcing your mouth further down the other boy’s cock as he began pumping into you faster again but not any less hard.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. That’s it, pretty girl. You can take it.”

After what feels like forever, Eddie tugs firmly on your hair, forcing your head up to look at Steve. You placed your palm around him, continuing to stroke him as you moaned. 

“Are you about to cum?” When you nodded, he lightly smacked your cheek. “Say it.”

“I’m…I’m gonna cum, Daddy.”

“Don’t you—mmm—don’t you dare stop stroking my dick. Even when you cum. Do you hear me?”

“Ye-yes, Daddy.”

“When you do cum, you should thank him. I think…your Master deserves it for how-how good he’s making you feel.”

Eddie’s chest fell against you as he rolled his hips, wrapping his arms held you tightly. Your body started to shake as your head flew back and you came.

“YES! Fuck me. Thank you, Sir! Thank you.” You repeated your last sentence over and over as you rested your forehead against his sweaty cheek. A strangled groan left his lips as his rhythm  sputtered and you felt him warm your insides as he aggressively pumped his release into your core.

Steve hopped off the counter, capturing your lips with his own. As soon as his friend pulled out, he was guiding you down the hallway towards the metalhead’s room. While you unbuttoned his shirt, he tried to fully remove his pants, failing as he tripped over them and fell onto his back on the floor near the bed taking you with him. 

“Whoa! Everyone ok?”, Eddie asked.

You grinned when you saw Steve’s nose scrunch as a silent laugh rippled through his body. 

“You alright, baby?”, you giggle as you tenderly run your fingers through his hair. 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Oh my god. I think I landed on my pride a bit but—” You cut him off with a kiss, mewling when you feel him grind his hips against yours. “Are you ready for me, honey?”

“I’m always ready for you, Daddy. I’m yours.” You turn your head to find Eddie who was leaning against the door frame. “Both of yours.”

The boy beneath you grips his cock, groaning as you slowly slide down onto it. As you gradually grind your lower half, the metalhead comes up behind you and delicately lifts your dress the rest of the way off your body. While you crane your neck to kiss his lips, Steve sits up to nibble on your throat as his hands roam all over you.

Eddie stretches out on the bed above you both, occasionally reaching out to play with your hair or caress your face as his friend starts pumping his hips up to meet yours. 

“You’re so beautiful, princess. I love watching you like this. I love the way your body moves and the pretty sounds you make. I love you.”

“I—mmm—I love you to, Sir, so much. Th-thank you…both of you.”

“For loving you?”, he chuckles. “You don’t have to thank us for that.”

You shake your head, trying to form your thoughts into words but it’s so hard with Steve roughly hitting all the sensitive spots inside of your pussy that drive you wild. 

“What-what are you…trying to say, baby girl?”

“I can’t…please…please Daddy. Make me cum.”

He grabs your cheeks, bringing you down with him as he lays on his back. Your hips bounce back to meet his thrusts as you pant heavily into his face. The coil in your belly snaps and he grunts as your pussy tightens around him. 

“Thank you! Th-thank you, Daddy.”

Steve strangles out a breathy fuck as he quickly follows after, his spend coating your insides.

“Thank you both…for being you…”

It takes them a minute to understand what you’re saying. 

“Hey, crybaby.”, Eddie grins as he playfully taps your arm. “You don’t have to thank us for that either.” You smile softly up at him as he rises to his feet, lifts you off his friend, and carries you into the bathroom. Right as the shower begins to steam up, there’s a loud clap of thunder and the power goes out. “Shit. Harrington!”

“Yeah! I’m coming!”

“There’s a candle on the dresser and lighters…everywhere.” You giggle when he nonchalantly waves his hands at the last word. A deep sigh left his chest when he felt you lean forward and place soft kisses on his skin.

A flicker of light illuminates the bathroom as Steve comes in and hops up on the counter now donning his boxers. Eddie guided you under the water and went to work cleaning your body. 

“Daddy, you should take a shower to since you were out in the rain. You don’t want to get sick.”

“Eh, I think I’ve been through worse.”, he smirks.

“You can tell him ‘I told you so’ when he he’s rubbing snot all over my stuff.” The metalhead grins when you laugh at his joke. “Can I ask you something, princess?”

“Oh, that was weird.”

“What?”

“Misters I-don’t-ask- I-take asking me if he can ask me a question.”

“Well, excuse me for considering your feelings and shit.”

“Aw, don’t pout, Sir. You can ask me anything.”, you beam up at him.

“Do you remember last year before that last week of school when we snuck into your room?”

“How could I forget?”

“Yeah, yeah.”, he chuckles as he reaches behind you to turn off the water and holds your hand as he guides you out. “Steve asked why we had to put a label on our relationship and you said because you had been burned before. Is that why you always feel the need to thank us the way you do?”

Eddie couldn’t see your face as much as he wanted to but with the minimal light, he saw enough to know that your eyes became a bit glassy as you time traveled to a moment in your past. 

“You don’t have to answer but I’ve been kind of curious myself. You don’t really talk about any exes but neither do we so…” Steve saw the same look the metalhead did and it made him worry. They didn’t want to ruin a perfect night by making you sad. 

“Do either of you have a yearbook from last year or even before?”

“Fuck no.”

“I might.”

Their answers made you laugh as you wrapped the towel around your body and headed for the bedroom. As Steve searched through his things, Eddie put a shirt over your head and helped you into some comfy shorts. 

The man made a tiny aha noise when he found junior year’s yearbook and jumped onto the bed beside you before handing it over. The metalhead climbed in next to you as well, shining a flashlight over you so you could see. 

When you found what you were looking for, you sighed before pointing at one of the photos. 

“Christian Wexler? Why does that name sound familiar?”

“He’s the douchebag from the theater club who always needed to be liked.”, Eddie rolled his eyes. “Last I heard, he moved out of Hawkins because he pulled some stunt that made some…parents…angry.” His chocolate irises met yours as he slowly came to realization. 

“What happened, honey?”

“I had the biggest crush on him for years but I was always so scared to say anything. One day he asked me out and I was just so elated. I dressed up in this really cute outfit and did my hair all nice. On our first date, we didn’t go anywhere. We stayed at his house to watch a movie. We dated for six months and we only ever went out once. He took me to a movie an hour away and we still ran into people he knew. Christian told them I was his friend.”

Steve’s hand reached out to rub your leg comfortingly as Eddie pushed your hair behind your ear so he could see your face better.

“That night I told him, he needed to tell people the truth or we were over. He said he would take me to a party one of the upper classman were throwing. Made a huge speech about how he would get on a table and tell everyone we were together. After two hours of waiting for him, I went to the party by myself and found him making out with one of the cheerleaders. He told the kids around him that I was obsessed with him and he ‘did me a favor’ by taking me to a movie but he realized I was too gross and ugly for anyone to date.”

“I’m gonna fucking kill him. Where does he live now?”

“I was at that party.” You and Eddie turn towards Steve. “I didn’t hear any of that or see it but I do remember seeing you run out the front door. I didn’t think anything of it. I was—”

“Making out with Karla Thomas.”, you nod. “I remember that because it made me leave quicker. The last thing I needed was Carol and Tommy being themselves.”

“What got him to move?”, the metalhead asked. 

“Timing essentially. When I got home after that my mom happened to be downstairs and saw me crying. I broke down and told her what happened. She went to his house and screamed at his parents who in turn signed him up for military school.”

“Well, I can’t say I feel bad for the asshole.”

“That was a couple of months before I got detention.” You meet their gaze as you watch full understanding come crashing down in their eyes. Why you originally wanted to be left alone. Why you were afraid of the feelings they made you feel and your fear of being hurt by them. Why you had that strong need to be seen and to identify what your relationship with them actually was. Why you constantly thanked them for everything they did like taking care of you, telling you that they loved you, and not suddenly changing into people you thought they weren’t. 

“Y/N, I’m so sorry.”, Steve reached up pull your lips to his. 

“We would never hurt you like that. I swear, sweetheart, you’re safe with us.”

“Thank you.” You giggle when Eddie playfully wraps his arms around you and squeezes you into a big bear hug. 

############

“Hey there, Mrs. Y/L/N.” Masie flashes her a polite smile when your mom opens her front door. 

“Hey, honey. It’s nice to see you. Did you want to come in?”

“Oh, no, I can’t. I told Y/N that I would go with her to look for some jobs near the university. I did want to swing by and give you these.” Your best friend hands her an envelope as she thanks her. “My parents made a ton of copies so… I, uh, I know you guys aren’t talking to her but I thought you might like to see these.” 

Maze turns to head for her car, stopping to look at your mom again. “You guys missed a big moment in her life. I hope that those photos convince you to not miss another.”

“Who was it?”, your father asked as his wife came back into the living room. 

“Masie came to bring us some photos.”

“Of what?”

She opened the envelope and pulled out the photos from your prom. Grinning, she flipped through them, slowly absorbing every image. You looked so gorgeous in your dress as you posed with Masie in front of her house. Even though they were technically your dates, Eddie had positioned your best friend next you with both boys on either end as you guys were mid laugh. 

There were images of you in the limo leaning your head on Steve’s shoulder as he held your hand. Another of you straightening up the metalheads bowtie and jacket as he looked down at you fondly. She didn’t start to tear up until she got to the pictures of you dancing with the boys. You gave off a different energy that she had never witnessed from you before. It reminded her of when you were a toddler and you would dance on your father’s toes as you giggled. 

Her head hung when she got the final photo. Masie must have set a timer on the camera and ran to be next to you guys. As the flash went off, both men had leaned in to kiss your cheeks. Your eyes were closed as you smiled, scrunching your shoulders up as you blushed. Masie was on one knee, throwing her hands in the air like she had seen the cheerleaders do numerous times. 

Your mother rose to her feet and tried to hand the photos to your dad who shook his head. “I don’t want to see that.”

“I think we made a mistake. We should call her and hear her out.”

“Fine. You go call her but nothing she says is going to make me think this isn’t wrong.”

“Why is it wrong? Look at her.” She holds up one of the images and he promptly looks in the other direction. “She looks…happy. She looks like I did when you took me to prom.”

“Don’t. Don’t do that, honey. It’s not the same.”

“Baby, I’m not saying I understand it all either but let’s give her chance.”

Your father’s lips formed into a hard line before shaking his head. You mom huffs in frustration as she heads up stares towards your room.

***

“Uh, sweetheart.”

Eddie tries to get your attention while you are play fighting with Steve. You were trying to help him study for the final exam but he was trying to distract you by tickling you when you focused too hard on the questions on the paper. 

“Y/N.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Your mom is on the phone.” You and the other boy freeze as you turn to look at him. “You don’t have to talk to her if you don’t want to, babe.”

“No, no I do.” A nervous sigh escapes your lips as you scoot closer to him and take the phone from his grasp. “Mom?”

“Hey. Hey, Y/N. How are you doing? You, um, you doing ok?”

“Physically I am.” Her sad sigh on the other end makes you feel immediately guilty. “I miss you.”

“I miss you to. Masie gave us some pictures of your prom. You looked so good…you and your dates.”

“Thank you. We had so much fun.”

“That makes me happy, honey.” She pauses for a long while before finally speaking again. “I understand if you don’t want to see me after what happened but I’d like to have dinner with you sometime. Maybe we could talk about Edward and Steven…”

You glance up towards them to find them both watching you intensely. 

“O-Okay. I’d like that.”

###########

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"Age doesn't matter" 17

Dad!Bakugo x F!Babysitter!Teacher!Reader

Part 16

Your week went by unnoticed. Probably because you were too occupied with the things happening at your job, taking care of Kazui, and what happened between you and Katsuki.

Of course, you were attempting to forget about it. But every time you see him arriving home, you’re always a disaster. Like how you always turn red-faced whenever you prepare dinner. And boy let me tell you, the arguing was still present. He just wouldn’t shut up about you cooking dinner. He always tells you to order something. But as usual, you end up victorious all because the food was already there, and he can’t do anything about it but eat.

Katsuki on the other hand was grateful, alright? Since you were always buying groceries with the cash he left, purchasing food was out of his task now, which annoyed him. It made him look like he’s slacking off as a father now that you came. He must admit though, he feels comfortable around you. Way too comfortable if he may add. But he’s not leaning too much about that for he doesn’t want to get attached, yet there are his unexplained feelings.

Confusing, am I right?

It was Y/n’s break. Rest day. Day off. Whatever you want to call it. She’s relaxing inside her small apartment. All curled up in her living room carpeted floor with a blanket covering her entire body, while watching the random movie she put on. Her center table was pushed aside where a cluster of snacks was. She was dedicated to rest today and she won’t let anyone destroy it for her.

You can say she’s been there ever since she got home from shopping. Boy, she was glad she got two jobs because she was able to buy more food that would last her for 2 months.

“This is the break I needed.” You murmured to yourself. “No interruptions, no emergency paperwork, and nothing to think about.” You yawned before checking the time.

It was 3:45 after midday.

You realized you haven’t taken a bath. But who cares? No one’s coming over today and you’re living alone. I guess it’s fine if you didn’t today, right?

Yes yes.’ You nod, agreeing with your final decision while an enthusiastic smile slowly approaches your lips, and your eyes suddenly sparkle.

Ring ring ring

But that noise made those go all away.

…

After Mitsuki insisted Katsuki bring Kazui to them saying that,

“You never bring our grandkid anymore! You brat!”

Katsuki immediately took Kazui and left him with his parents. Not without a bonk from his mom.

Now there he is, driving way to his house peacefully.

Maybe he can take a nap as soon as he gets home? Since Mitsuki wanted Kazui to stay with them for a while.

Speaking of his mom.

Katsuki couldn’t get his mind off of what his mom told him.

Mitsuki found out what happened to his ex-wife, thanks to the news. He had no choice but to tell everything and how it happened.

“Katsuki,” Mitsuki called out to him before he could get in his car.

Katsuki paused his movement and straightened his posture before looking at his mom. He knew the tone she used.

“Your father and I watched the news.” She simply said before continuing. “We knew what happened.”

Of course, he saw this coming.

Katsuki looked away in response.

“You’re a smart kid and we support whatever your decision is,” Mitsuki stated staring at her son.

Katsuki grunted before speaking. “Of course, I am.”

“We can take care of Kazui while you handle that shit,” Mitsuki said.

“Don’t worry about him.” He answered. “Y/n already got it.”

“Y/n?”

“His babysitter,” Katsuki said shortly.

“A girl?”

“Yes.”

“In your house?”

“Only when I’m at work.”

“When will you introduce her?”

Katsuki’s head immediately turned in his mom’s direction. “The hell are you saying, woman.” He exclaimed. “There is nothing going on between us!”

Mitsuki smirked all of a sudden making her cross her arms over her chest. “Why are you so worked up?” she teased. “I only wanted to see her. I didn’t say there’s going on between you two.”

Katsuki’s lips turn into an angry pout.

“Is there going on between you two?” Mistuki leaned forward with a knowing look.

“Fuck off I’m leaving.”

Mitsuki only laughed. “You know, people think you’re smart, but I see you as my idiot son,” she said between laughs. “Don’t pick Kazui for days. We want to spend time with him.”

“Yeah yeah. Don’t feed him too much sweet.” Katsuki said finally getting to his car and starting the engine. “I’m off.”

Mitsuki watched Katsuki drive off with a smile on her face. She’s so gonna tell this to Masaru.

��

As soon as he got home, he went straight to his bedroom and sat on his bed.

What an uneventful day.

It was his rest day after all. What does he expect? Maybe he’ll definitely just take a nap.

The house is clean, with no laundry at all. His agency is fine. He just needs to speak to the few new employees they hired days ago. That isn’t urgent though.

“Ah, fuck that.” Katsuki groaned and lay down to take a nap. But before he could doze off, his phone started ringing, waking him. He was so wrong thinking everything was fine.

Groaning frustratedly, Katsuki stood up and grabbed his phone from his working table. Checking the caller ID made him groan more. It must be important, so he clicked the answer button. Not without running a hand over his face.

“This better be important, nerd,” Katsuki stated as he placed his hand on his hip.

“O-oh. Are you busy?”

“Spill it out.” Katsuki barked.

“W-well,” Midoriya paused. “The other wanted to know if you’re available today since they w-wanted to see Kazui-chan.”

“And who’s these others you’re talking about, hah?” Katsuki asked scowl deepening.

“O-ochako wanted to see Kazui. As well as Momo. So, we thought we could go over so that we can visit as well. Not that I don’t want to see Kazui. I do! It’s been a while as well. Maybe we can buy snacks. Oh! What would Kazui want-"

“Shut up.” Katsuki was so over this call.

“S-sorry. I was rambling. Haha,” Midoriya nervously laughed.

Katsuki can even hear Shoto’s voice in the background.

“Fortunately, he’s not here. So go elsewhere.”

“O-oh. That’s sad.” Midoriya’s voice drops.

“We can still come over, after all, it’s been a while since we last seen Bakugo.”

“Agreed. We can all catch up.”

“Mhm. It’s been a while since I last saw my friend.”

“I’m not your fucking friend, Icyhot!!!” Katsuki yelled through the call and quickly ended the call.

…

“Ah… He ended the call.” Midoriya's sweat dropped and he placed his phone in his pocket. “Change of plans?” He questioned.

“Let’s still come over!” Momo smiled. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”

“Is Kirishima and the others on patrol today?” Ochako asked as she looked at Midoriya.

“Huh. I’m not sure. We can call them if you want.”

…

You glared at your ringing phone on the table, too lazy to pick it up. Someone has to ruin it, of course. But you took a quick mental note that if it’s your boss, you can just let it ring all day long.

Too idle to reach your arm for the phone, you used your legs and pushed it until it reached the edge, making it fall from the table. Once the phone lay flat on the floor, you used your toes to inch the phone closer to you and accidentally pressed the answer call.

As fast as you could, you panicked and grabbed the phone, putting it to your ear.

“Moshi mosh!” You answered too enthusiastically.

“Ms. Y/n!!”

You blinked as you recognized the voice.

“Kirishima?” You’re confused.

“Heya!” Eijiro laughed. “I’m sorry I had to call you. I asked Bakubro for your number, I am glad he gave it.” He chuckled.

“That answers my question.” You giggled. “Why’d you call? You could’ve asked me for my number instead.”

“Eh. Hahaha. It’s kinda embarrassing. But hey, we’re talking now so that’s fine!” Eijiro laughed once again.

“Yeah. Haha,” You laughed along.

“Anyway, I just wanna ask you out.”

Part 18

Here you goooo! <3

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“you really thought i wouldn’t remember what you like? please, give me a little credit.” from the trope prompts...go wild...

Title: it’d be so nice, right? Tags: Human au | exes to lovers | early-twenties gustho A/N: this is sooo heavily inspired by “skinny dipping” by Sabrina Carpenter Word count: 873 words Prompt: Tropes

Gus certainly wasn’t planning on running into his ex on Valentine’s Day of all days. Really, he’d hoped to never run into Matt Tholomule at all if he could help it. He was still trying to get over him almost a year later, and sure, Gus thought he was just being stupid when every little thing reminded him of Matt. He couldn’t even walk into a hardware store without thinking about his ex’s job, or the sets they used to build together for the theatre department at school. 

So when Gus’s head snapped up when he heard the barista call a “double espresso over ice with light milk for Matt,” he wasn’t expecting it to actually be his Matt. He just figured maybe a lot of Matt’s had a terrible taste in coffee. 

He wasn’t so lucky.

Matt caught Gus’s eye, having noticed him from the spectacle he’d put on when the barista called his name. He grinned that stupid lopsided grin that Gus remembered too well. There was a small scar on the right corner of his bottom lip. His left cheek dimpled with his smile. Gus gulped and tried his best to put a hamper on his emotions when it became increasingly clear that Matt was approaching him. 

“Hi, Gus.” Gus’s insides tensed up hearing Matt’s voice saying his name. It felt so right. It felt so wrong. 

He smiled cordially at his ex, trying to hide all of his true emotions so Matt wouldn’t be able to tell how much seeing him was affecting him. 

Somewhere in his mind, a little animated Augustus was stomping on Matt’s stupid heart and his stupid face, Lizzie McGuire style. 

“Hi,” he said back. Then, before he could help it, “How are you?” 

“I’m good! It’s been awhile. You look really good.” 

Gus felt his face begin to flush. “Thanks,” he said awkwardly, looking anywhere but Matt’s eyes. 

“So, How’s your dad?” Matt asked, changing the subject.

Gus shrugged. “He’s alright, still working too hard.”

“Yeah,” Matt laughed. “My folks, too. Hey, how’s grad school going?”

Gus was a bit alarmed by the small talk. Matt was supposed to know all of these things about him already. He was supposed to be by his side. It was weird there were gaps in his knowledge about Gus. Though Gus realized that, in nine months, anything could be different with Matt. He wondered briefly if Matt was seeing someone new, if he’d already replaced him. Gus hadn’t been able to move on, hadn’t gone on any dates or tried to meet any guys–much to Skara’s dismay. It was Matt, his heart belonged to Matt, it always had. Right now, back in Matt’s presence, he was forgetting why his heart ever stopped belonging to Matt. He couldn’t seem to recall any of the ways they had self-sabotaged their relationship, their fights in Steve’s garage, Matt’s commitment issues. 

“Grad school’s going well, I’m pretty much all geared up to graduate in the fall.” Gus said, smiling a bit. He was proud of the hard work that he had accomplished.  

“That’s awesome! You’re gonna be the most bad-ass librarian, man. I’m still at my job and working slowly on my bachelor’s. I’ll probably graduate next year.”

“That’s great to hear, Matt!” Gus couldn’t be certain right now, but he was pretty sure Matt’s six-year long and counting degree in architecture had been one of the wedges in their crumbling relationship. It really had been a long time.

Matt suddenly looked around where Gus was sitting. “You didn’t get a drink yet?”

“Oh,” Gus said lamely. “No, I was, uh, waiting for Skara. She was taking pity on me on single’s awareness day.”

“Skara running late? Neeever.” Matt laughed. “Can I get you something though, while you wait, I mean?”

Every alarm bell in Gus’s head was screaming no. “Yeah, sure.”

“Venti upside-down caramel macchiato with oat milk?” Matt asked, pointing at Gus to confirm his order even as he started heading to the register. 

Gus sat back in pure shock. “Yeah,” he nodded, eyebrows knit together as he stared at Matt hard. 

“What? You thought I wouldn’t remember your order?” He grinned that dumb lopsided grin again. “Please, Augustus Give me more credit than that. After all, you remember mine too.”

Gus felt his cheeks flush with heat as Matt went to order his drink. 

He came back a few minutes later with Gus’s sugary, caffeinated drink in hand. “You know, this has been really nice. Maybe we should do this on purpose sometime.”

Gus blinked at him. “What, like a date?”

“Maybe,” Matt grinned. “Doesn’t have to be. You free Friday? We could go to Antonio’s like we used to.”

“You don’t think there’s too many memories attached to that place?” Gus chuckled nervously.

“Not if we don’t sit at our old table,” Matt shrugged. 

And Gus couldn’t fathom anything wrong with that. It was just dinner. It didn’t even have to be a date, Matt said so. And he missed Matt. So, so much. 

“Friday it is,” Gus smiled. 

They could just have dinner, it’d be that simple. They’d avoid their old table. There’d be no baggage. They could just exist. 

Matt smiled back. “See you Friday!”

[neuvistar]

AWWWE NOO 😭😭 imagine blade’s daughter finding out about her dad’s past and how his white hair that she has now in the present carried so much memories blade wanted to forget and now thinking she’s a burden all because of it THATS SO SADDDD NOOOO

sweet sweet girl she is. when she found abt blade’s past ++ the fact her hair brought back many memories to him, sweet girl broke down in her room, stuck in deep thought as she feels like such a huge burden to blade and feels as if she was a mistake or something :(( thinking abt how maybe if you didn’t have her she wouldn’t have stressed her dad out like this, thinking abt how maybe she was the main root for unravelling blade’s memories back to him, AND SHE FEELS SOOO BADDD. she feels so bad for her father n feels terrible for herself, was she rlly that much of a burden?

i feel like she would slowly grow deep hatred for herself and her hair, blaming herself for being such a burden to u and blade, doing everything in her power to get rid of her hair so her papa wouldn’t think abt those memories again :((

AWW I FEEL LIKE IF BLADE EVER FOUND OUT ABT HOW SHE FEELS, HE WOULD BE ABSOLUTELY DEVASTATED :(( who taught her how to think this way abt herself?? her? a burden? why was she thinking of such absurd things, who made her jump into such ridiculous conclusions?? his daughter doesn’t realize how much he loves her, with or without white hair, he doesn’t care, she’s his little princess! he’s just glad she inherited one of the traits he had.. carrying bits and bits of pieces of memories from the past, he would reassure her that she was never a burden and she has no right to think she is, bc she rlly isn’t :((

“who taught you how to make such preposterous assumptions like these?”

“n—no one pa..—“ she sobbed into his arms, hands clutching tightly around the soft fabric of his clothes. “i just thought.. i was the reason why you were having a hard time, and that i was the one who practically forced you to unlock those heavy memories again.. i thought that maybe.. i was a burden to you and mama.”

blade’s heart dropped at her words, embracing her body as he pulled her closer to his chest planting a small kiss on her temple. “if you were, i wouldn’t have been holding you in my arms right here right now. quit thinkin’ about such absurd things, sweetheart. you’re not giving me a hard time, never. you’re not a burden to me and your mother either, i want you to keep that in your head, okay?”

[adore-mimy]

Hey guys. I finally have this written part of Floyd’s introduction plus a bit of part 1 of his story

Warning for cussing.

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I saw my brother, much older than I thought but it’s like that when you haven’t seen him in 20 years. I want to hug him. I want to hug him so bad. Branch…but I know I don’t deserve to. Branch stood there, facing me, his stunned look slowly shifting into anger. He dropped my mask and got up and walked away from me.

I saw the pink troll walk towards Branch. It looks to me that she knew he was angry cause she put her hand on his shoulder. I assume that they were close. I got my mask and got up off the ground only to groan in pain because of that damn kick to the gut the pink troll gave me earlier.

John walks to me surprised. I didn’t want to talk to him right now. Not ever actually but a conversation started up anyway. “How are you here?! I thought you trapped in a diamond prison?!” John said. “Diamond prison ?!” Branch and the pink troll said in unison. Shit I’m in for it now. “I escaped.” Quick response.

“How” John continued

“I…broke it.” I replied

“How did you break it without the perfect family harmony?” John continues his questioning

“I don’t remember…” I responded, hesitantly.

I really don’t remember how it happened. I just escaped from Velvet and Veneer and was just walking in a diamond for weeks and then a moment after that, I was out of the diamond an it was broken into pieces on the ground. That’s it. At least that’s how I remember it. I used those pieces for my weapons. Damn, my weapons, that’s what I forgot. How could I forget something like that and I’m traveling in the forest full of shadow monsters?

“Floyd!” I heard John yell. I didn’t realize how deep in thought I’ve gotten. I looked at him, with a slight annoyance because I came here to get resources not to chit-chat. “What?” I asked.

“Did you feel different after you broke out the diamond?” John asked

“What?” I asked, looking at John like he was stupid. I Mean how else would I feel after breaking out of something and not remembering how? Happy?

“Just answer!” John said.

It took me a moment but I finally remembered seeing my hand but it was more bigger and furry. “Yes, I guess I did feel a bit strange…”. There was silence for the moment then I looked at him again. “Why did you you ask me that?” I asked, now getting suspicious.

“Cause I know how you ‘broke’ out the diamond.” John responded, itching his head. He’s hiding something.

“What do you mean ‘you know’”? I asked, sternly this time.

John continues to itch his head and looked away. “I don’t really know how to explain it..”

I wasn’t in the mood to question him more. I looked at Branch and the pink troll that was with him. “How you’ve been doing Branch?” I asked. I wasn’t expecting an answer.

“Tch, I don’t know…you tell me.” Branch glared at me with piercing blue eyes. “Oh yeah, I forgot, you can’t, can you?”

I should say I wasn’t expecting a ‘nice’ answer. I hate the sarcasm. It reminds me of myself and….dad. Dirty old man.

I sighed. “Look, you’re mad at me and I understand that. I’m mad at myself for leaving too. I should’ve known better than to leave you by yourself with…grandma.” I hesitated towards the end.

Branch’s glare turned confused. “Why did you hesitate saying ‘grandma’?” He asked.

Do I really want to tell him this? That I’ve saw what happened to Grandma and thought he was dead all these years? My head hurts thinking about this.

“Hello?” Branch spoke again. “What’s wrong with you? You never spaced out this much before.”

He’s right I haven’t been doing that a lot. “I’m just trying to find an answer to your question.” I responded. That was a lie. I didn’t want to find an answer to his question.

Branch sighed roughly. He was getting annoyed with me. “I don’t want to know anymore.” He said turning and walked away from me.

I shook my head. That wasn’t a great start of the band getting back together. What a letdown. The pink troll however, walked up to me and greeted me with a smile.

“Hi, I’m poppy, Branch’s girlfriend. I’m sorry for kicking your side before.” She said. Poppy? As in Queen poppy?

“You don’t happen to be the Queen of pop, are you?” I asked

“Oh yeah! I’m the queen of pop! But I not much for titles! Poppy is just fine!” She responded.

Holy shit. My brother is dating THE Queen poppy? I wasn’t there to see it happen… damn my fourteen year old heart for wanting a solo career.

“It’s such an honor to meet you.” I said. I was unsure if I should bow down or not.

“It’s fine!” Poppy said. She started looking ate my stapled stomach. This is gonna be fun to explain.

Earlier…..

“Ugh! This is pointless! We need all the brozone members, Veneer! You only got one!” The mount Rageon known as Velvet said. I can’t believe I’m captured once again. And by teenagers at that. I thought Bergens were the worst things ever. These teens are the death of me. Literally. “I know! I know! This one was the closest that I could get Vels! He was lonely looking.” The other mount Rageon know as Veneer spoke. They were arguing again for about the fourth time about them only having me. It’s giving me a headache. “Why are you guys doing this?! I know you’re upset for not having strong singing vocals at the moment but that’s all what practice is for!” I spoke, really hoping they would get my point. “Oh hush up troll! You don’t know what it’s like not having a talented singing voice!” Velvet spoke again.

“You’re right, I don’t know what it’s like, but I do know how to help you in getting to that point.” I said, leaning against the diamond I was caged in. Velvet looked down on me and scoffed. “ Like Hell, I would let a troll teach me how to sing. Please!” She laughs. Veneer looks at me softly for a moment until Velvet shoves him a bit. “I hope you’re not letting this troll get to you, right ?” She asked. Veneer backed away from the diamond and shook his head rapidly,

“Of course not! Why would I want to consider that obviously stupid idea?” Veneer spoke.

“Good! For a second there I thought you were. Besides why practice when we can take the easy way?” Velvet spoke happily.

“Easy way?” I repeated

Noticing my confusion, Velvet had picked up my diamond cage and started to spray herself. I started to feel pain in every ounce of my body. I groaned in agony as I fell to the side of the diamond. Almost passed out, I all of sudden heard a beautiful and powerful singing vocal come from Velvet. Right…how could I forget

“See? Easy!” She said, singing that last part of her short sentence. “I feel better already! Your turn?” Velvet pointed me towards Veneer. Veneer hesitated. “I’ll probably wait till the show. That way I’ll be ready as I go on! Since we only have this one troll.” He said.

“yeah, if this troll could just spit out the information on where his other brothers are!” Velvet said.

“I already told you, I don’t know! I haven’t seen them since we broke the band up…” I spoke. Now I’m thinking of something that I didn’t want to remember. Now all I can see was the sadness on Branch’s face when I left him. I looked at my faded hands and feet. I’m starting to think this being captured thing is something that I deserve.

“Ugh, whatever. Since the first encounter with, when Veneer caught you the first time and you played dead, we’re really gonna keep an eye on you now!” Velvet spoke.

“Great.” I said sarcastically. Hold on…they’ll keep a closer eye on me? That means they’ll check on me a lot.

I have an Idea.

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Hope you enjoyed the reading (it’s been while since I written this much so hope you enjoyed it and I hope I didn’t have many spelling errors 😭)

[scarlet-shakedown]

Midnight Suns - Chapter 3

Summary: Johnny wakes up, being held captive by Marc, Steven, and Layla.

TW: Language, Dark Themes, Mentions of Alcohol & Addiction

My eyes opened slowly. They felt heavy, making it hard to keep them open for long. My throat was dry. I tried to swallow but there was no moisture in my mouth. I needed to drink water, or anything. I tried to get up from the bed I was laying down on, and quickly realized I was stuck. My arms and legs were chained to the mattress.

“What the fuck?” I muttered under my exasperated breath.

“What are you?” A woman asked me who was sitting in the corner of the room with a bag of popcorn in her hand.

“No, who are you?!” I snapped.

She quickly responded, calmly and casually, “No, you’re chained up. My questions take priority.” She paused for a moment and ate a piece of popcorn. “I was told your head was on fire. That sounds pretty painful.

“Jesus.” I sighed and laid my head back. “So that wasn’t a dream.. did I hurt anyone?”

“No, fortunately so. Hold on, have I seen you before? Your face looks familiar.” She said before continuing to snack.

I looked over at her, “I- yeah. I was the lead singer of Johnny Blaze and the Wastelanders.. with me being.. Johnny Blaze.” I winced at the stupid shit I just said.

She looked like she was thinking a bit before replying, “No.. no that’s not it.” She thought for a few more seconds before pointing. “Wasn’t your dad a stunt cyclist?”

I smirked a bit. “Barton Blaze and His Stunt Cycle Extravaganza. You know if he was here, he’d already have started writing an autograph for you.”

She let out a chuckle, “Oh wow. I was never really a fan but my dad loved that stuff.”

“Anyways, you know who I am now. Can I ask your name?” I asked again.

She paused for a moment while looking at me before responding, “I’m Layla.”

I responded softly, “Well, it’s nice to meet you, Layla.”

“You don’t seem like the angry, flaming monster I was told about.” She curiously stated.

“I wasn’t in control for most of last night.” I stopped and looked at my bindings. “It’s actually probably a good idea that I’m tied down.”

Layla tilted her head down and looked up through her hair. She sighed and asked if I wanted anything to eat. I was getting hungry but I couldn’t accept. She left the room soon after.

A rush of guilt and regret flooded over me. I didn’t want to hurt anyone, and the lack of control scared me.

I didn’t know what the thing living in my body was, and in a moment of desperation, I whispered under my breath, “Who are you? What do you want with me?”

I waited for a response. Then I waited a little longer, even though I knew I wouldn’t get one. I stared at the ceiling and spiraled about choices I’d made in my life. I knew this day would come since that day that snake took over my life, and I’d hoped he’d forget about me and I could move, but that was never going to happen.

The Devil himself, has had his grasp on me, and my entire family, for nearly my whole life. It all started with my father. One day he was a famous stunt cyclist, and the next, he was forgotten. He’d tried to make a deal he couldn’t come back from. But the Devil didn’t want his soul. He’d already lived most of his life. So the Devil offered that fame back to my father for the price of his sons’ souls instead, and my dad agreed. After an accident during a stunt left my dad unable to work ever again, my brother secretly took to illegal street racing to earn us some money. He was always a good rider, just like our pops. After months of doing that, he’d gotten into a fatal crash during a race. I still remember when I found out. I was inside watching cartoons. Our doorbell was rung and my dad yelled at me to answer it. That was the first time I met him. A tall, well-fed man in an expensive looking black suit stood in the doorway.

“Hello. You must be little Johnny.. I’ve heard a lot about you. Can I speak to your daddy please?”

I remember my dad stepping outside to talk to him. I watched through the window the whole time, trying to make out what was being said. When the conversation was over, he stumbled back inside and told me about my brother. I was devastated, like any kid who just lost their best friend would be, but it completely broke my father. Before my brother’s death, he would only drink at night. Afterwards, I never saw him without a bottle in his hand.

One night, when he was especially wasted, he’d called me over to talk. He was sobbing, with tears and snot rushing down his face. I tried to ask him what was wrong, but he just grabbed my shoulder hard.

“I’m so sorry, Johnny.” He gurgled. “I let that man take your brother.. and he’s gonna take you too and there’s nothing I can do.”

He spat out other gibberish before he laid down and fell asleep on the couch. I stayed by his side for a while unable to move. I knew. I knew the man he was talking about right away. Less of a man and more of a monster even when he wore the face of a man. I tried not to think about these things often, but being chained up after turning into a flame monster kind of made it the obvious thing to be reminded of.

I heard a knock on the door after a while of spiraling and the man I’d fought walked in.

“Alright, we’re gonna talk.” He paused for a moment. “Well, no. I’m gonna talk, and you’re gonna answer me.”

“Ahh.. you must be Steven.. with a V.” I chuckled under my breath.

“No. I’m Marc.” He responded quickly, not seeming to find anything about this funny.

“Okay.. Marc… what do you wanna talk about?” I snickered back at him.

He answered quickly with a straight face.“You know what. Why were you hunting that werewolf? What are you?”

“Well.. to answer both questions at once, the Devil told me to.” I smiled a bit knowing he wouldn’t appreciate that response.

“Alright, you gonna be a jackass this whole time? Because I’m not very patient and I’m definitely not opposed to wiping that smug look off of your face.” Marc was getting visibly frustrated before he whispered to himself, “Fine. Take over.”

I could see something change in his posture. He was slouching a bit and looked a lot less pouty.

“Hey, mate. Johnny, is it?” The man now spoke in an English accent.

I responded quickly, “Yep. Johnny Blaze, pretty famous musician. So you must be Steve.”

“I prefer Steven, but yes. It’s good to meet you properly, without your skull head scaring the living bejesus out of me.” He said kind of chuckling a bit, but still a little uneasy.

“Yeah.. I definitely still prefer my ugly face over the skull too.” I joked back.

He got back into the conversation Marc was trying to have. “Do you know why that whole monster thing happened by the way?”

I replied, being more honest than I thought I’d be, “Yeah, my pops sold my soul to Devil and that’s somehow not anecdotal.”

“You mean like.. the biblical one? That guy?” He sounded a little baffled.

“Y’know, I didn’t ask him if he knew Jesus but I’ll make a point to next time.”

“Well.. I guess it’s not totally out of the realm of possibility. Marc and I serve the Egyptian god of the moon.” He paused thinking as I raised my eyebrows showing interest. “You told Layla you didn’t have control but you remembered my name was Steven. You were at least conscious then, right?”

I nodded, “Well, yeah. It was different though. Most of the time it feels like I’m in the driver’s seat… but last night, it felt like I was watching what was happening from the back while that thing was driving my body around. It was scary.”

“Hmm… that’s kinda how it feels when Marc has the body. Except it’s not scary anymore.”

We sat for a few moments in silence before a blood curdling scream could be heard from what seemed to be outside.

Marc immediately jolted back into control, and yelled “Layla!” while running out of the room.

“Wait! What’s going on?!” I yelled with no response.

My head starting pounding with pain while the voice of the spirit shook through all my thoughts. “That traitorous witch.” I felt those words almost personally without knowing what they meant.

“Come out here now, Zarathos!” A woman’s voice yelled with booming intensity from outside.

The second that name was spoken, I could feel the chains that bound me becoming looser, and the closer I felt to being unchained, the less I felt in control. The entity in me was breaking out, both mentally and physically. Before I knew it, my skin was melting away again. It was happening quicker than the last time, and less painfully too. Was my body acclimating to it?

I was free, and it was in the driver’s seat once again. It sped out the room and outside with murderous intent. The chains were still dragging from its arms. As it stumbled outside, I saw both Marc and Layla on their knees, pinned with ground with red energy. Standing behind them was a woman in dark red clothing. She stared at me with her piercing, red glowing eyes. She felt powerful and gave the impression that she knew she was.

She tilted her head slightly while maintaining eye contact, and with overwhelming clarity, she spoke, “You’re supposed to be in Hell.”

[dilfgmancoolatta]

I JUST FINISHED READING YOUR FIC (UN)FORGETTABLE AND I NEED TO JUST YELL ABOUT IT FOR A MINUTE BECAUSE IT WAS SO GOOD

I think it’s very funny that Gio turned out to be Gman, I did not suspect that at ALL it was such a jumpscare but like absolutely AMAZING

I loved the recreation of the scene where Benrey interrupts Gman while he’s talking to Gordon but with Gordon being the one to do the interrupting, oh my GOD I did not expect that to be recreated at ALL but it was SO GOOD

I found it very funny every time Benrey and Forzen interacted because if it had happened in the original stream it would have just been Scorpy talking to himself LMAO but you did a really good job distinguishing their characters despite there only being a couple minutes of Forzen content

Just all of the general nods and recreations of scenes in the original story were so good I stimmed SO HARD every time it happened oh my god!! Gordon teleporting behind the door into the test chamber and asking Benrey for ID. Benrey arguing with Gman over Chuck E Cheese being an entertainment center or restaurant. I cant think of anything else right now but oh my GOD it was so funny

I also like how in character they were even outside the context of previous RTVS bits, and it was still HILARIOUS. Benrey and Gordon fucking around with Gman in the tram scene absolutely FLOORED ME I was reading it at like 2 am when everyone else in my house was asleep and I was dying trying not to laugh and wake everyone up

Also I find it very funny that the video game was like “yeah Gordon so I’m gonna trap you here for 6 years and leave your entire family to wonder if you’re dead and slowly take all of your memories one by one until you forget even your sons name” but then it realizes he’s trans and is like “oh wait. I gotta hook him up with T tho.” LMAO

I also liked the genuine mystery of not knowing if that’s Benreys Gordon or not. Like, I had kinda a feeling but there were so many red herrings that it was genuinely a shock to find out that he had been finger spelling Joshua!! The twists!! The turns!! And it makes perfect sense that Benrey wouldn’t recognize Gordon after 6 years of being fucked up by a haunted video game, T, and depression!! My man’s tortured!! And the idea of the game slowly replacing Gordon’s memories with Gordon Freeman’s makes SO much sense oh my GOD

The fact that Gordon became physically less and less human over this time makes so much sense too. I mean bro has been exposed to so much Xen radiation and shit over the years it’s a miracle bro didn’t grow a third arm

Benreys struggle of trying to keep the fact that nothing is real from the ai was also so interesting?? Like everyone had such an interesting arc over the course of the story it was just so well written holy shit!!

POOR JOSHUA!! My little man got his bio dad taken away from him and now his other one- the chapters centered around him broke my fucking HEART. I wanna see him get reunited with them again so bad but I get not being able to finish the fic, life gets in the way you know and honestly it’s impressive you were able to write as much as you did!! You wrote a fucking novel-length fanfic with interesting plot, characters, and story completely for free??? Like what the hell?? You’re incredible and I hope ur proud of your work!!

Thank you so much for writing this incredible fic, I had such a fun week or so reading this before bed. I actually clicked on it by accident while looking for Ultrakill fanfics in someone’s bookmarks haha, but thank god I did!! I don’t think I’ve ever been this pulled in by a fic, and it was so satisfying to see it mostly finished!! Thank you so much for your work, I hope you have a wonderful day :]

Oh my god you’re gonna make me cry!! Thank you so much!!!! I’m gonna keep this screenshotted 5ever ok

[runerosen]

Ruins of Rune: Chapter 3

Ruins of Rune: Chapter Three, A Nightmare or a Memory?

“YOU’RE NOTHING WITHOUT MY LOVE! NOTHING!” Mother Dearest’s voice echoed as she screamed the same thing, over and over.

I woke up in a cold sweat, gasping for air. Looking around, I recognized my surroundings as I was in my bedroom, and slowly curled into a ball while sobbing.

Those dreams...they always keep me awake at night. You can get nightmares out of memories if you hate them enough. In my sleep I replay most of my childhood and even my teenage years. Additionally, even after a suicide attempt, medication, and a lot of therapy, I'm still stuck in this metaphorical bind 12 years later.

Asuga looks up to me and her dad. We both had a hand in raising her after her mom died. Yuki was a virtuous woman. Mean, but a perfect match for Hisashi. She said hurtful things, I’m sure, but I’ll never forget the way her words made me feel. I’m not sure if those words will ever come back to mind, but I do remember her actions and how she made others feel.

You know, she tried to talk Hisashi out of appointing me as his chosen woman. I was chosen because, even though they are both of Japanese descent, they wanted to have a modern wedding to better suit their tastes. Some things didn’t change, though, like Ms. Hinato’s melon mochi recipe. Other aspects did, like my ability to love.

I curled into a ball on the floor, crying. My world started to break in so many pieces, I knew I wouldn’t be able to pick them up by myself again. The anguish. The pain. 

There comes a nervousness with knowing the truth, and an unspeakable pain with the confirmation of said knowledge. Words hurt more than physical pain. Yet, in that moment, all I knew was that there are times when actions speak louder than words, others when actions mean more than words.

It’s not his fault, I simply liked to put the blame on others when my world feels like it’s crashing down (happens more often than one might think). She knew of my secrets, of my affection and admiration for him. Yet, she’s a much more beautiful personality than my own, and it goes without saying how truly gorgeous she is--appearance wise.

She was the ideal girl for him. That was one thing I clearly understood. However, while I did not understand my naivety in trusting her, in trusting myself, I knew that they were a match made in heaven.

One thing I will never have. And I’m completely, without a doubt, totally fine and accepting of that fact. Totally.

At least, I am until I have to wake up and realize that my dreams of him and I being together were exactly that; dreams. I love him, and he will always have me to stand beside him. His silent supporter, the one he can come to when she’s pregnant and can’t quite keep it a secret, who will be the one to give them everything the child will ever need.

That’s the funny thing about love, though. If you love someone with all of your heart, you make sure that they are happy, because that’s all that matters to you. For if they’re happy, then you’re happy. The strongest of us can accept that fact and embrace it. The bravest of us can cry every night over it and still find happiness in their loved one’s smile.

He stood upon my arrival at our table, as she followed his lead. I was introduced to her by him as he placed his hand on her waist. “Rune, I’d like to introduce to you my girlfriend of two months and three days, Jessie.” I gave a tight smile, knowing that I was introduced as the lower in rank, and opened my arms for a hug. “Hi Jessie, nice to meet you. Since we’re practically family now, may I extend a warm welcome?” She looked me up and down, before looking up at him. Suddenly he got the message she was giving off and turned to me to say, “sorry, Jessie doesn’t do a ton of physical affection. I told you that before you got here, Rune. You know better than to impose.”

She frowned, grabbing his arm. “She is not doing such a thing. Rune just wanted to properly welcome me, that was all." I smiled slightly; she wasn't as terrible as I thought she would be. He pressed a kiss to her temple and sighed, whispering to her. However, I had better hearing than some, and it wasn’t a loud restaurant, so reading his lips was fairly simple. "I wished I had held off longer on telling her. She’s taking this too seriously. Do you want to make up an excuse and go home early?" Her slight nod was enough for me. I knew when I was not wanted, and this was just mockery.

Standing up, I shook hands with both of them before leaving money on the table to cover my drink. “Apologies for any inconveniences caused by my arrival and or behavior. I wish you both the utmost success, so please, don’t be afraid to reach out for anything you might need. There’s a reason I live in an apartment, after all.” Upon an inquiring look from Jessie, I gave a wan smile. “I’ve not enough soul to fill up my former home by myself, not after…anyway, I’ll be heading out now.”

Grabbing my purse and sliding out of my chair, I walked away, stopping to look back at him. “You’ll be there for me next week, right?” I let my emotions show on my face, showing just how desperate I was for him to go like he does every year.

“Of course I will. I’ve never not been there.” With a satisfied smile, I continued on my way.

Exactly seven days later was the anniversary of the day my aunt died. Six years ago, approximately six years after she had taken me in, I received an audio message from her moments before she died. That audio message was her final message, and I still have it saved somewhere. Simply put, it was a joyride turned terribly wrong. Two females, who were presumably dating, were smoking weed when they suddenly decided to embark on a joyride in their Honda. That, combined with some drinking on their part, led to my aunt being T-boned at 170 miles per hour at an intersection when said couple ran a red light.

The two barely lived after that accident, and were sentenced to two years probation. While my aunt was supposed to die on impact, she lasted long enough to send me a 78-second long audio message of her last words and breath. Her last action before giving in was hitting send, and then…she was gone. I will never forget how devastated she sounded over the fact that she wouldn’t be there to see me when I graduated. I’ll never forget looking for her during my graduation only to find one, singular, empty seat in the middle of the congregation, with a sign that said ‘reserved’.

So, we made it a habit to, on this day, go to her grave and clean it. I made sure it was by the ocean, one of her favorite places. He would let me cry on his shoulder, talk about my memories of her with him, and would allow me to relax and drink my worries away. However, he would still take me home, tuck me in, and lay on the floor by my bed while holding my hand at night. Then, when the morning of the next day comes, we make breakfast together. Right before leaving, he gives me the hug that’s reserved for when I need to recharge.

He understands me, and it’s with genuine belief in it that I say that. He’s always there for me, and I for him. For 5 years, we would meet at my aunt’s grave at 8:00 in the morning. Today, I was there on time, with our traditional donuts, and he was nowhere to be seen. After 30 minutes of me eating my six donuts in silence, I started to clean her grave, choosing to believe he was late. He promised, and he never breaks his promises.

And so, I cleaned my aunt’s grave for four hours; it usually only takes two, but he wasn’t here yet. Half past noon, I sat and waited for him while thinking of my memories of her, knowing that he was the one to bring lunch. But lunch traffic must have been rough, because I waited another hour and he still wasn’t here. Nevertheless, I stared into the horizon while thumbing over the pendant on the necklace she gave me, the one with the picture of me, Hisashi, my aunt, and him. When the sun started to set, I let myself cry over her death once again as I listened to her heartbroken voice in the audio message. Eight o’clock came, and so I left, walking to that one bar as traffic became sparse and I realized he could finally be with me. That bar was empty except for two people, including the bartender who noticed my arrival and brought our drinks to our seats, as well as myself. Sitting at the bar, I drank both of our shots, and the bartender just sat there as he continued giving me more, up until five minutes before the bar closed, at 2:00 in the morning. Leaving him enough for a 50% tip and to pay, I walked out of said bar with an empty wallet and heavy heart. For though I prayed that he would be there when I came home, there was only a long-abandoned house that haunted my soul.

I still had hope he would come in time for his recharge hug, and grabbed a bottle of water before passing out on the couch. A hand never came to hold mine, leaving my dreams plagued with memories that weren’t mine and glimpses of what could have been.

When I woke up in a cold sweat at 10:00 AM, I still, for some foolish love sick reason, searched for him throughout the house while yelling his name only to find he wasn’t there. There wasn’t a warm breakfast in the kitchen, there wasn’t a shoulder to cry on anymore. When I realized that there was no hope left to give, I let out a bitter, hysterical chuckle.

He never came, even when he promised. After finding my phone, I started to type out a message to send to him, before deleting it. He didn’t want me around, so communication wasn’t worth the effort.

The following week was rough in more than one way. In the absence of any communication from him, I sat alone in the house of haunted memories. I spent the week cleaning, dusting, sorting through boxes of familiar clothes and letters that still smelled like the perfume my aunt would wear.

On a Saturday morning, I was tending to the flowerbeds at the front of the house when a shadow was cast over me. Turning around, I saw him standing there with a smug smirk, looking down on me as if I was the one who should apologize. With a rude hand gesture over my shoulder, I reverted to tending to my orchids, as they were overrun with weeds.

Perhaps they would leave if they knew I preferred it that way, that I was supposed to be alone. That I didn’t want people in my life who hated me, wanted to be rid of me.

Nonetheless, we all die in the end, alone and crying of the eternity sleep. I'm just starting the process earlier than usual.

A/N: This is the last of my completed chapters. Please let me know if you want to see more!