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derww · 22 hours

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since lifesteal s6 applications period is over, i watched most of the apps (i need a fucking break) and want to hightlight some of my favorites.

spoilers to a bunch of videos!

(screenshot is from winsweep's showtime smp lore interwoven chapter 1: its your choice")

disclaimer: in the case of some authors, I don't know anything about them and have no context, or have only glimpsed or heard something. I don't have a complete picture, and in some cases, I judge only by the application. and, of course, I'm biased.

if someone is not on the list, it does not necessarily mean that I do not like their video or that I would not like to see them on the server, I just want to highlight those who I would like to see the most personally.

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mixiku_: the montage is good, the shots are pretty, the plot is interesting, and the animation is amazing. love the character, its always cool when the author is telling you a two-level story.

kaboodle: kab kab kaboodle she s so good in what shes doing i love it. her video is awesome, and this is not an exception, i loved gaslighting, a very important skill on the minecraft smp. also: love splitapart!kaboodle, it would be very interesting to write about lifesteal!kaboodle with such a background.

manepear: had a strange ambiguous dynamic with his teammate on levels, definitely suitable for ls. /joke

i had watched his "deleting netherite" video before and loved it so much – the way he built the story really hooked me up. his application video is also good. very funny as manepear being paranoid for 30 minutes for clown to just say "man i have nothing against you we are teammates bruh".

salem: i like this man's storytelling. he seems very interesting. dont know how hed be in a more lore-y environment, but definitely worth trying.

burssty: an exemplary video. funny, not too repetitive, with interesting visuals and a good pace. not surprisingly felt like watching hbg bac streams in a most positive way. just very good video in general, she is so good in this, and id like to see her more now. low tps slowing down the world feels like such a great lore concept, i should think about it more.

pheeabee: they did great! united people, gathered info and fought against a common enemy. i loved the video and how it was made and she seems to be a really cool person to have on a server. also, i remember them from levelz and really liked her playstyle there. and they are a streamer! bonus points!

winsweep: i have no idea how this man wants to be on four (?) servers at the same time, but i need to know what he will do in lifesteal enviroment. he seems to suit the ls so well: streamer, good fighter and man of the lore. his showtime lore is little messy, but very lovely and violent, one of my obvious favorites. application itself is very funny, lightheaded, and committed at the same time. its just a great video, albeit not quite smp content.

kantje: yipeeeee main showtime loreboy made an application! big fan of his lore and plot in general, he is so considerate with it. his video is a 2.0 cut, and 2.0 is very good, albeit, i think, a little strange without context. as a streamer, kantje is very good. also: hi mark bormethius go and commit all possible crimes good luck!!

tjthings: tj is a very sudden here for me, but his video and dedication are very nice. and he is a streamer. very productive one. id like to see it.

allrich: bro finally came back home with milk! great and very funny video. awesome way to frame nations event. loved every moment.

dumb: wow. this is. wow. storytelling is so good. like. i mean. wow. i really have no words.

arcn: a very well-thought-out story with a good balance between action and melancholic breaks. and: streams.

also want to mention:

project rift has very cool animation and premise.

i love ryan's video so much, but i think he doesnt count since it was published before apps were announced.

yungwill: THE FUCK U MEAN IT WAS HIM ALL ALONG 😭😭😭 I BELIEVED ARCN WAS JUST NOT ABLE TO SPEAK BC OF THE TIMEZONES 😭😭😭😭😭

stevelocks does some insane things in his adventure map. so cool!

asgardz made a really interesting work playing in the bedrock realm. plot is a little inconsistent and dsmp exile inspo is noticable, but i def see the vision.

sharooh video left a big impression on me with beautiful music and cool shots.

scrawsy: there is nothing new in concept of making a cool team through trials, but the way he did and brought it is cool and very entertaining.

kirbs428: hi funny man from split apart! veeeery cool visuals. love them so much. and a lot of violence never hurts (haha).

i looved falconu's video. at this point, i saw so many povs of this war, but he did great.

napa napa napa napa napa napa(rizel)

lezy: i love just how paranoid he is. it gives his character a really great characterization, which works perfectly with a measured and little melancholic montage. welcome back, soulbound!

ratrick: i love his attitude. and still have to watch 90% of gensmp2 vods...

somenapa: man went to a grind to post the app in time. deserves respect.

tai: something in the video was surprisingly beautiful. cant put it into words.

cogmented cogmented cogmented

#d.thoughts #lifesteal

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jaybleu25 · 1 year

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Part 4 of: Experiments

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After Mario asked the question, Professor E. Gadd said he was more then happy to let the brothers leave. However, there was an important question he had to ask before they even attempted it. "Can you stand, Luigi?" Surprisingly to both the professor and Mario, he could indeed stand. However, it took a few moments for him to do so. Almost a minute to be exact. The process of getting up was challenging; it felt as if there was a heavy weight placed on him keeping him down. However, the moment his feet properly touched the floor, he felt slightly better. It wasn't as painful. The only downside to it was that he felt slightly lightheaded. He still felt exhausted from the machine. Once the brothers got the okay from E. Gadd, Mario helped his brother walk their way through the lab to the exit. Unfortunately, for the green plumber, his sense of balance was way off. It was hard for him to walk in a straight line, but Mario helped him through it. A few times during their walk, Luigi had to take a break since he started to feel dizzy, but Mario stayed by his side no matter what. He was patient. "The exit's not that far," reassured Mario. "We're almost there." Soon enough, after a little while (it took them almost 30 minutes to get to the exit, as opposed to it normally taking 5-10 minutes), the brothers both managed to make it to the exit. However, after opening the door and looking at the outside world, they soon realized another problem: they still needed to walk home. Luigi gave a slight groan upon realizing this fact, but Mario started to try and think of an idea. Eventually, he would get one. Mario kneeled down. "Come on bro," said the older brother. "You sure..?" timidly asked Luigi. "Yeah, it's no biggie, we've done it before," responded Mario with a smile. Luigi would then climb onto Mario's back and would get on his shoulders, and Mario would stand back up. Despite the obvious height difference between the two of them, Mario had no issue with carrying Luigi. It got a little harder to do as they got older, but with the many adventures Mario has gone on, he got stronger, which made something like this a piece of cake. By the time they got outside, the sun was just rising. A few citizens of the kingdom were awake already, but not many. During their walk back home, Mario made sure not to go too fast to make Luigi dizzy again. He went at a comfortable pace. While enjoying the scenery the kingdom had to offer, Luigi had a question pop in his mind. "How's the princess doing?" asked Luigi. His voice has been slowly getting better. "The princess?" said Mario. "I don't know...I haven't seen her in a little while." "Really?" responded the curious brother innocently. "You visit her a lot, I'm surprised." "I haven't really left the lab until now," answered Mario. "Maybe we can go visit." Luigi would be taking that information in. "Wait...what do you mean you didn't leave?" asked Luigi as concern started to slowly rise. "You said I was out for three days right..?" By this point, Mario stopped walking. The brothers were now next to a small pond. "I didn't want to leave you there on your own," confirmed Mario. "I couldn't just leave you there. What if you woke up, and nobody was there?" Luigi looked down at his brother with a sad look on his face. He didn't want to be the reason for Mario stopping his normal activities. Even worse, he hadn't gone out and talked to anyone. Mario could sense something was wrong. "Don't worry about me, alright?" reassured Mario as he looked up at his brother. "Let's just focus on getting you home safe." "Okay..." said Luigi sadly. "But we can go visit her right?" "Yeah, we can do that," Mario responded as he smiled at Luigi. "One thing at a time though, bro. You still need rest." After discussing their future plans and catching up with each other a little, Mario then continued to walk while carrying his little brother.

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Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/jaywiriamusu/720501148836134912/experiments-wip-ive-never-really-posted Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/jaywiriamusu/720574933093236736/part-2-of-experiments Part 3: https://www.tumblr.com/jaywiriamusu/720650757219696640/part-3-of-experiments

#mario #luigi #tw injury #angst #e gadd #super mario

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honeyphobia · 8 months

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A Good Girl’s Guide to Murder review (so SPOILERS SPOILERS SPOILERS!!!)

I guess this part isn’t really a review but is my reaction towards some parts throughout the story(also I tried to label which chapter but I got lazy, sorryy)

andie’s dad using past tense??

pippa impersonating Chloe 💀 lowkey would’ve done the same if I had to

WHO THE FUCK WAS WATCHING THEM WHILE WHY WERE CAMPING?!

THE NOTE?!

SECRECT OLDER GUY?

“that’s why her hair is so big it’s full of secrets” that’s literally andie

naomi is a little sus

I thought andie didn’t have a connection w mr ward why would she be calling him an asshole? maybe dress coded her or smth?

what if Elliot Ward is the secret older guy 😨😨

The note nat put in andie’s locker??? she’s def a new suspect

why are adults messing around w Highschooler andie 🤨😨

noo sals Interview kinda makes him look sus 🙁

hippo pippo 💀

jason bell is so ew

yooo are are andie and max so close? 🤨

drink spiking? hmm suspicious

not andie cheating on Sal 😔

why does max have that photo of andie 😨

Ravi staring howie down and lowkey funny and cute at the same time

RAVI BEING PROTECTIVE OF PIP AWHH

NOT ANDIE SELLING DRUGS

Pip and Ravi breaking and entering 💀

ANDIE BEING AT THE INN A FEW WEEKS AGO?!?!

nevermjnd false alarm

chap 24 - MAX KNOWS HOWIE?! BRO GETS MORE AND MORE SUSPICIOUS AND ITS HIS 2nd TIME LYING

THE PHOTO?

SAL IS INNOCENT SAL IS INNOCENT SAL IS INNOCENT!!!

AWHHH RAVI’S REACTION

THE NOTE ON PIPPA’S LAPTOP?!

I CANT BELIEVE IN SAYING THIS BUT WHAT IF IT WAS HER MOM OR DAD

BARNEY NOOO BARNEY

AWHHH PIP I FEEL SO BAD

I FEEL SO BAD FOR RAVI TOO

YAYY RAVI CAME BACK

PARTNERS IN CRIME ARE BACK IN BUSINESS

ANDIE WRITING DOWN NAOMI’S SPARE SIM PHONE NUMBER?! It’s a clue but also kind of useless

the beginning of chapter 39 was a literal jump scare 💀

Cara did it, it was her she likes Butterfinger that’s all the evidence you need

MR WARDS PHONE NUMBER?! BROOO

MR WARD.

pip you’re so smart i aspire to be you

Omg if andie is still alive that would be so much worse

pips going to the house rn so anxious

mr ward finally got arrested

but the girl upstairs didn’t andie so what happened to andie? did she go back home and die there or smth? fucking max I knew he was suspicious

WSIT SO DID BECCA KILL ANDIE?

BECCA OMG GIRL

SO IT WAD HER WHO WENT TO THE INN?

aint no way she drugged pip

SHIT UP IS PIP GONNA DIE

well obviously not because the series has 2 more books 😭💀

why is page 377 so beautifully written

I KINDA FEEL BAD FOR BECCA

“And don’t tell them the only reason you started this project was because you fancied me. You know, think of a more noble reason.” omg ravi 😭😭

”I’m ravishing. Get it? Ravi-shing. Ravi singh.” that was lowkey kinda smooth though

okay review time

Once I got this book in my hands and started reading it I swear, it was one of the best wild roller coaster experiences I've ever had. Still unsteady, blubbering without nails, baffled, and lightheaded, but yet smiling and thrilled!

FANTASTIC CHARACTERIZATION, FAST AND HEART THROBBING PACING, GREAT-SATISFYING ENDING, GREAT STORY TELLING, AND ATTENTION-TAKING PLOT!

While reading, I had too many questions rushing through my mind.

Who actually murdered Andie? Or is Andie truly dead? Did she earn her fate? For the reason that as soon as we find out more about her, we realize that she is a bully, drama queen, drug dealer, and blackmailer! I wanted to punch her for all of her wonderful traits(sarcasm if you couldn’t tell).

Who allocated Sal the blame? Or did Sal actually do it? He is a picture of a kind, modest, and heavenly man. We think he has been hiding something, though. His friends refused to serve as his alibis and changed their testimonies regarding his whereabouts and when he left from their location. Where hence was he when the murder happened?

Who was threatening Pippa with texts to prevent her digging?

Well, I read the book quickly, and my spider senses didnt work properly until the last few pages, I was unable to identify the murderer or murderers. always being five steps behind the author

It was moving, enjoyable, nail biter, mind bending, surprisingly exciting, satisfying read. I enjoyed every page, every clue, every thrilling moments of this book. I highly recommend it!

#a good girls guide to murder #pippa fitz amobi #ravi singh #tpq

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sirthisisa-wendys · 2 years

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Hiii, may I please request some Quality Angst like you write so well: a scenario of Mucho breaking up with his s/o who he's been with for a while, not because he wants to but because Izana ordered him to when he told him to betray Toman and join Tenjiku (no distractions, absolute loyalty and all that). Extra bonus points if he was planning to make things right after getting out of juvie but then... You know. Thank you, have a nice day!

Initiation: Yasuhiro Muto x Fem!Reader

wc: 843

tw: angst

masterlist

Izana tosses the thieved phone at Mucho, his lips turned up in a smirk. Mucho gapes internally at the man across from him, trying to think of an excuse. Any excuse.

"You've put this off for too long, Yasuhiro." Keep calm, keep calm. "Call her right now. Tell her it's over. Or else you'll wish you had." Mucho picks up his phone slowly, feeling a sickening, gut-wrenching emotion tear through him.

"Call her." He glances at Kakucho as he raises the phone to his face. The half-blind man gives him an apologetic look; even Ran and Rindou seems to have a second-hand embarrassment on his behalf.

The dial tone buzzes endlessly.

"She's not picking up," Mucho mutters, thankful.

"Call her again.”

"What if she's at work?" Rindou offers, but Izana gives him a withering glare.

"Try. Again."

On the fourth try, everyone begins to feel somewhat relieved.

"She's not going to pick up."

"Yes, she will,” Izana smiles. It's nauseating to watch him transform into a sweet, seemingly docile person when Yasuhiro knows he's anything but that. Ran pipes up suddenly.

"Her shift ends at what time, Kakucho?”

"Five-fifteen," he echoes softly.

"Then I'll wait with Mucho." Ran offers. "I'll make sure he does it."

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Mucho's never been afraid of the Haitani brothers. And they've never been afraid of him. But Mucho's sweating and almost lightheaded at the present, his eyes glued to the cell phone in Ran’s hands as he wills it not to ring.

“I know this sucks,” Ran whispers, leaning over the back of his chair and grunting. “Sorry that you’re the one he’s taking his frustration out on.”

Mucho grunts in response.

“You know, I had to do this, too,” Ran laughs a little. “Really fucking sucked to tell my ex that she had to go… But I got over it.”

Is that why you’re the way you are? Mucho wonders to himself, making note of the way the elder Haitani seems to have a new fling every other week. But he doesn’t ask the question out loud. He really doesn't care.

“You know, it’s almost five-fifteen.” Mucho flinches.

Please, please, please…

“Almost like a goddamn gang initiation,” Ran chuckles. “You would probably-–” Mucho’s phone buzzes fiercely in Ran’s hand. Ran looks down at the screen and blinks once. “Scam caller.” Mucho sighs in relief, his shoulders slumping ever so slightly. Ran looks from him to the phone, then quirks his lips. “It would be a real shame if your phone just shut off for the rest of the evening.”

Bzzt, bzzt, bzzt.

Ran glances at the phone again, then turns it around.

"Damn. Sorry, bro."

The elder Haitani tosses him the phone and Mucho instantly presses the answer button.

"Yasuhiro," he hears, and your voice sends him into a spiral he's not sure he'll ever stop.

"Hey," he answers gruffly.

"Is... is something wrong?"

"We need to..." The words stick in his throat. "We need to..." You're silent on the other end, and Mucho feels the words bubble up like vomit. "We need to break up. I can't keep living this life with you."

Mucho hears the shaky breath and then the soft sigh. "Are you serious?" Your tone wobbles, and he can tell you're about to cry.

"I don't want to hear from you ever again, understand?" Tears prick at his own eyes as he leans over, trying to hide his face from Ran.

"Y-Yasuhiro, why--"

"I'm hanging up now."

The deed is done once Mucho hangs up. He gathers himself once more and straightens up, looking Ran in the eye.

"You're cold-hearted," Ran huffs, smiling a little. "I guess you're in now."

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Things are going to get better.

Mucho stands at the gates of the prison, hands gripping the bars without holding them too tightly. Thoughts flitter through his head like sand running through an hourglass, never stopping, never ceasing. But this time has made him harder, made him less susceptible to the whims and fancies of those surrounding him.

Yes, he'll get out of lockup someday soon. He never looks at the date, he only lets himself feel each second slip by him, each second that he can use to think of a way to make things right. You'd written to him twice while he was there, but after he didn't reply, there wasn't much else.

Mucho closes his eyes to try and remember what you looked like the last time he saw you. Each day the memory fades a little more, lines get less defined, and the sound of your voice becomes more muddled. His fallible memory haunts him day in and day out: were you wearing blue socks or black ones? Were you smiling?

It doesn't matter now.

Mucho knows that much. You'd undoubtedly changed. And he'd have to catch up to you in that regard. There was no doubt about him winning you back - it would just take time and patience. More patience than time, but it wouldn't happen overnight, that much he knew.

That much he hoped.

#yasuhiro muto x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #yasuhiro muto

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shorkbrian · 3 years

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Man I am so freaking horny

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You don’t understand why you feel so flushed and warm the longer dinner goes on. Thighs almost trembling with how they’re twitching as you struggle not to rub them together to stimulate your dick. Mom and dad and Kiri are all here with you - you weren’t going to touch yourself in front of them no matter how hard you got.

But you also couldn’t get up and go take care of your problem in the bathroom, they’d see your little cock pressing against your basketball shorts, begging for attention. They might even see the way it throbs as it fills even more full with blood, hot to the touch and begging for attention.

You’ll have to wait for mom and dad to finish, for Kiri to finish.

“We’ll clean up, won’t we bro?” A boisterous voice breaks into your thoughts of how it’ll feel when you can finally touch yourself later, and you flush deeply as you bring your attention back to the conversation.

“Um...” Is there a way for you to get out of cleaning? You don’t know how much longer you’ll be able to stand keeping your hands away from your lap. You’ve started sweating. Hopefully nobody will notice.

“Yeah, we’ll clean while you and dad go start that movie you’ve been talking about. We don’t mind.” Kirishima smiles when your unfocused gaze finds him across from you at the table.

Mom and dad take so long leaving, chatting about this and that and the other, dad taking so long to chew, the pair of them deciding to suddenly break out wine to take to the living room with them.

Kirishima’s already up and moving around the table, gathering plates and cups as he slowly begins to clear it off.

The second dad and mom disappear through the doorway, you make a break for it.

“I’ll be right back, gotta go use the bathro-” The napkin you have clutched against your front is tugged away, Kirishima suddenly so much closer than he was before.

“Look at how hard you are, that’s so cute.”

“Wha-Kir-Hey!” A yelp escapes your throat as your stepbrother reaches into your shorts, followed by a low groan as his hand makes contact with your swollen cock. Fuck, your hips twitch forward as soon as you feel his fingers.

“Boys! No fighting!”

Slitted red eyes are focused on your face, watching you close your eyes and pant as the redhead starts to slowly stroke you, up and down, thumbing over your tip, chuckling a little. “Yeah, no fighting. Just let that shit flow through your system. It’s workin’ real nice so far.”

Did he.... did he drug you?

Maybe that’s why your skin is so hot. Why you don’t mind your stepbrother’s hands working over your cock. Why your hips keep humping forward, why you’re falling against him until he practically has to hold you up as he chuckles darkly.

“C’mere.” You feel like whining when his hand retracts from your shorts, leaving you with a hard-on that almost hurt, but then he’s tugging you forward, pushing your shoulder so you’ll bend over the table.

You don’t want to bend over the table, you want him to keep touching you.

But everything’s so foggy, and you’re so weak compared to the beast that is Kirishima - it’s easy for him to manhandle you into place and pull your shorts down to your knees.

Hands cup your balls and you gasp, melting into the touch as the hand travels upward to pull your dick so it’s no longer trapped between your stomach and the table top. Now it’s pressing against the edge of the table, heavy and flushed between your legs and you’re struggling not to wiggle - you want to cum.

You want to cum so bad that it no longer feels like a want, it feels like a need.

“Kiri, kiri please.” Everything’s burning hot, and you’re going to cry if he doesn’t touch you again, you need to cum so bad you’re humping the table like a stupid mutt, dirtying mom’s tablecloth.

“God, that’s so hot.” And then Kirishima wraps a hand around your dick, and starts jacking you off with intent.

He’s got a solid rhythm, hard and fast and you can’t stop the ragged little pants coming from your mouth, the raspy, tiny moans you can’t keep inside as you writhe. He’s going so fast, you’re gonna cum, oh, fuck, you’re gonna cumfeelssogoodkiri-!

Kirishima pulls your orgasm from you so fast that it leaves you lightheaded, arousal still pulsing through your stomach even as you shoot your load onto your basketball shorts, where your stepbrother is pointing your dick.

His other hand starts playing with your balls.

“That was fast. ‘S okay though, this little guy-” Here he flicks at your exposed tip, and you sag against the table with a flinch, knees knocking together. “Won’t be going down anytime soon. We’ll have all night.”

The sound of an exaggerated explosion floats in from the living room, followed by gunfire. The reminder that mom and dad are barely a room away makes you bite your lip, eyes squeezing shut even as you start humping against your brothers hand again.

“What did you-what did you do to me?” And you sound so pathetic, like a child, but you can’t help the way you’re whining. His hand feels so good, not doing anything but rubbing idly at your cock, other hand fondling your balls.

Kirishima leans over you, licks at your ear. He’s hard, you can feel him against the side of your ass, erection prominent through his jeans. “I’ll fuck you in front of mom and dad, wouldn’t that be so hot? I’ll tuck you under a blanket and finger you open while we watch that movie with them, and then when you’re all stretched out? I’ll pull you onto my lap and start grinding into you real slow, slow enough so that they won’t notice.”

No, oh no - he’s wrapping his fingers around you fully again, starting to squeeze at your cock.

“I’ll show you how to cum without touching your dick. Won’t be able to give you a handie with our parents right there, y’know? But ‘s okay, I’ll find the right angle and rub against your prostate and crush it, milk you real good.”

Your hips stuttered forward and you whimpered, clawing at the table. You couldn’t control yourself, entirely subject to the whims of your overly-aroused body.

Kiri huffed out a laugh at your desperation.

“First though, you’re gonna blow me while I’m doing the dishes, alright? You can touch yourself as much as you want to while you do though, I don’t mind a little show. You like jerkin’ yourself off real fast? You came so fast the first time.”

One, two, three, four quick strokes of Kiri’s hand left you reeling, choking on air as pleasure dropped into your tummy like a rock.

“Or you like it slower? Build yourself up to it for a while?”

Your brother slowed his pace, fully relishing the slick, wet sounds his hand was creating as he leisurely fisted your dick.

“Wait, ‘m gonna-gonna-” You tried to babble out a warning, but it was too late.

But Kirishima stroked you through it, rubbing the tip and giving it extra attention just to see you writhe that much more before his hands finally left your body.

You felt like you could barely breathe.

Kiri reached down, pulled up your shorts for you and snapped the waistband against your skin, completely oblivious (Or did he do this on purpose?) to the fact that your cum was pooled on the inside, wet and gross against your skin.

“I guess you like both, but hey, I don’t judge. You look so hot when you’re cumming though, all shaky and desperate and cute like that.” The praise made your ears heat up with shame.

“Grab the dishes off the table on your way into the kitchen, okay? Mom and dad won’t like it if we slack off.”

In a daze, you simply did as you were told, picking up the dishes before slowly following beside Kirishima.

He smiled down at you, shark teeth on display.

Kirishima was a pervert.

#kirishima #male reader #perv kiri #stepbrothers kiri #tw.dubcon #tw.aphrodisiac #tw.dark content #kiri #kirishima x reader #Kirishima smut #kirishima imagine #Kirishima Eijirou #eijirou #eijirou x reader #eiji #kirishima eijiro x reader #Kirishima eijiro

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isagisyoichi · 3 years

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PINKY STAR (RUN) :｡･:*:･ﾟ’★,｡･:*:･ﾟ’☆

SYNOPSIS: isagi as your boyfriend

CHARACTERS INCLUDED: isagi yoichi my boyfriend of many several years

WARNINGS: swearing? i think idk i forget also yah pretend they all go to the same school and stuff. also horribly self indulgent if u couldn't already tell

A/N: if you remember my old one delete it from your memory it was literally so bad help anyways the re-up because my boyfriend deserves better. also i really like this one and i feel like it’s more in character for him :P lol i've had this in my drafts for like, ever <3 but also my last post for a while because i have ap exams and my sat soon :P

FOR: the anon that asked me where my original isagi bf hcs went :’)

after the initial awkwardness of being in a new relationship fades and you two become comfortable with each other, a relationship with isagi would be like dating your slightly awkward best friend who you make out with sometimes.

like, i don’t really see isagi being high maintenance, so i feel like a relationship with him would definitely be on the relaxed side, but still romantic, you know?

isagi’s inner monologue is so funny and he definitely lets his thoughts out to you. it makes you laugh to see your usually friendly-to-all boyfriend have his moments, too.

you guys are one of those couples that give each other a look when someone’s doing something weird in public #telepathicconnection <3

but, isagi’s really such a sweetie with you. i know user isagisyoichi may be slightly biased when they say this, but believe me when i say that isagi’s 100% boyfriend material.

walks you to class whenever he can. always either holding your hand as he listens attentively to you complaining about school.

writes down things he feels are important about you in a digital note entitled “y/n 💗,” so he can remember them in the future.

isagi's used to talking to all kinds of people, so even if you're not the most talkative, he can adjust with no problem.

and he’ll always entertain you about whatever stupid conversation you wanna have.

kinda basic with pet names. babe, baby, dork (he would, i don’t wanna hear it), are his usual rotation.

randomly compliments you/says these really romantic things out of nowhere because he can’t control himself and often blurts things out.

“yeah, of course, when we get married, i’ll-”

“when we get married?” you inquire as you cut isagi off. you two have never discussed marriage, just but the thought of isagi wanting to spend the rest of his life with you is enough to make your head spin.

isagi’s eyes go wide when he realizes what he’s said. damn his mouth that moves faster than his mind.

swallowing hard and taking a breath, isagi says, “y-yeah, when we get married,” further affirming his statement with a nod, albeit a bit of a nervous one.

now both of you guys are flustered LOL.

likes to sit his head in your lap and have you play with his hair, while you two talk or just sit in silence.

such a good listener, perfect person to rant about anything with. he’s very understanding, he’ll hold you if you need him to, wipe your tears if you’re crying, give you advice if you need it, just overall so sweet.

also always knows when you're sad because of his intuition. isagi encourages you to open up to him, but ultimately doesn’t force you, just lets you know that he’s always there for you <3

(that's kind of lie because isagi does pry a little LOL, but he means well)

takes care of you! nags you a little, tries his best to make sure you're not doing anything stupid, and if you are, that someone responsible (him) is watching you, looks after you when you’re sick, etc.

gives you his jacket when you’re cold (he’s been waiting to do that his whole life bro LMAOO), carries your things, always texts you good morning and good night, just overall sooo good to you.

but as soft as he is for you, isagi does have this tendency to get these random spouts of confidence, so sometimes he’ll say or do something really bold out of nowhere.

like, he’ll suddenly grab your waist and pull you closer to him, or he’ll kiss you out of the blue. the flustered expression that rests on your face for a change always makes him smirk *heart eyes*

in general, though, isagi's still kind of awkward sometimes regardless and does say or do things that make you go "???" and make him be like "why did i do that" LOL he's so cute though <333

he’s pretty basic with dates, usually opts for things like restaurants, walks in the parks, movie nights, or stuff like that, but they’re still really fun!

but, if you ever want to do something out of the norm, he wouldn't be opposed to it, either. but, you do have to tell him ‘cause he's not a mind reader lol.

(okay but, one time, isagi tried to watch a scary movie with you because he wanted to do that thing where he wraps his arm around you during the scary parts, but HE ended up being scared instead 😭)

isagi’s the type to put your name with a heart emoji or the date you guys started dating in his instagram bio LOL

y/n 💓 IHS Forward #10 ⚽️ *insert some soccer quote about grinding*

it’s a bit middle school, but you let it slide because you know he just wants to show you off <3

study sessions are normal between you two but, you guys always get bored or distracted halfway through and start watching youtube or something LOL.

it’s canon he’s a thigh man lol, so if he ever sees you wearing an oversized shirt, especially one of his, with shorts, isagi will literally short circuit in real life.

he keeps his hand on your thigh when you guys cuddle that day, tracing patterns on your skin, or just squeezing it every now and then.

in general, though, isagi likes poking at and playing with them whenever they're out <3

once, isagi wanted you to do that trend on tiktok where he sits between your thighs and stuff, but he had no idea how to bring it up LOL

so, isagi just watched tiktoks of it in front of you and hoped eventually you would get the hint 🙄

and you did, thanks to his incredible lack of subtly. he doesn’t even care when you giggle and tell him how bad he is at being slick, isagi got your thighs around him, he won!!!!!!

takes a picture (or two or three) to savor the moment.

(even though he could literally just ask you to do it again in the future, but whatever, i guess)

when you’re dating isagi, the team comes with him too LOL

they’re always snapchatting you pictures of isagi when they’re hanging out without you, with stupid captions like, “look how sad your boyfriend is without you 😞”

isagi’s not even sad in the picture, he’s just confused as to why they’re shoving a camera in his face 😭

isagi one hundred percent attempts to get you to run the mile with him during gym if you don’t already.

“babe, just try!” isagi pants, as he catches up to you and your friends, as you guys are still on your second lap.

admittedly, the effort is cute, but beloved, i hate to break it to you- i will not be doing anything of the sort.

he will sit down or walk around with you after you finish the mile, though. if he’s not already playing soccer lollll.

when he does choose to go with you, expect exclamations from the team about how isagi “abandoned us for his little relationship” 👎

isagi’s receiving love language is words of affirmation (also basically canon LOL) so, he really values the compliments you give him with his whole heart.

you could tell him how his hair looks nice in the morning, and isagi will think about it all day.

whether it be about how cute he is, or how talented of a player he is, isagi really is happiest when you praise him <3

speaking of soccer, isagi has this tendency to get lost in the moment and talk your head off about some soccer related tangent that probably makes no sense to you.

his eyes light up and his voice is just oozing with passion for what he does as he goes into detail about how he made this crazy goal at practice while you stare at him with the biggest heart eyes ever, adoring his dedication.

and of course when isagi realizes he was rambling, he apologizes profusely for “boring” you, like the gentleman he is.

but when you reassure him that he could never bore you and that you want nothing more than for him to go on, isagi begins to feels lightheaded due to his adoration for you <3

if you're the type to go all out when it supporting isagi at soccer- like make one of those corny signs, yell from the crowd, wear his spare jersey to games, isagi will physically have to withhold his heart from jumping out his chest.

he's a little embarrassed that you're doing all that for him, but the effort means soooo much to him.

and speaking of soccer, it would mean a lot to isagi if you not only supported him at games and stuff, but expressed an interest in learning more about soccer as a whole, too.

you know, learn a little more about the game on your own accord, ask him to teach you how to properly play, or even challenge him to a one on one, do stuff like that, and he’ll literally be head over heels for you. well, more than he already is.

(he always goes easy on you on your guys 1v1's and he thinks your efforts are adorable, no matter how much you may or may not suck)

he'd repay the effort and try to get interested in whatever your hobbies are!

also, you can get him to do almost anything if you pout and beg hard enough, you’re literally so hard to say no to in isagi’s eyes <3

isagi’s the type to not realize when other people are flirting with him LOL

he just thinks they’re being nice (unless they’re being straight up) and i don’t think he would really process it because he’s so focused on you romantically, if that makes sense.

once he realizes you’re jealous, isagi apologizes earnestly, reassuring you over and over again that you're everything he could ask for and that he would never intentionally try to hurt you and all that jazz.

although, i will admit, sometimes isagi’s kinda smug when you're jealous, especially when it’s over a dumb reason 👎

however, when he’s jealous i feel like it could go one of two ways-

on normal days, isagi would just stand there to “intimidate” the other person, maybe cough a little for emphasis until they go away lol.

but on days where he’s already mad/filled with adrenaline/or someone’s really not taking a hint and you’re visibly uncomfortable- oh boy, it’s like a switch flips in him.

has those same fiery eyes he has during the climax of a game. the energy he’s exuding is dead serious, and that alone is enough for the person bothering you to go away. not bad for a man that’s only 5’8 🥰

adding on, isagi doesn’t take any shit about you, ever. even if it’s from his friends. usually isagi’s very neutral and doesn’t actively try to start conflict, but there are some things he’ll always defend and you’re one of them.

isagi always listens/watches/reads/etc whatever you recommend him (on that note, please recommend him good anime because isagi’s out here willingly telling people his favorite anime is darling in the franxx), even if he doesn’t necessarily like it LOL

you could show isagi objectively, the worst song ever and he would be like “yeah, it was good babe!” (it was not)

also does the same thing when you bring him shopping with you, like he's absolutely NO HELP 😭

you could try on the ugliest sweater known to man and he’d like “you look nice 🙂” pls be honest isagi, you can say it’s hideous!!!!!!

but isagi’s also being somewhat truthful in his statement because he does genuinely think you look nice in everything <3

also loves when you wear his clothes- always feels a mixture between pride and slight shyness?

kinda lol idk but overall, isagi really is sooo happy you wanna show him off that much, especially when you're wearing something of his around his friends :')

he says “i love you” first, no doubt.

he’s a bit nervous when he does because he doesn’t know if you’ll reciprocate, but he really does love you and he feels like he physically can’t hold it in anymore.

“i promise you don’t have to say it back!” isagi reassures anxiously. “i know it’s a really big commitment, and if it’s too early for you right now-”

“i love you, too.”

#queued #blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #blue lock headcanons #bllk headcanons #isagi yoichi #isagi #isagi blue lock #isagi x reader #isagi yoichi x reader #isagi headcanons #isagi fluff #isagi imagine

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wizkiddx · 3 years

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hiiiii i love your stuff - could u do one where the readers ill but they have stuff to do and tom has to look after her. maybe if they were just friends before too but both pining? thankuuuuuuuuu

should I be writing this instead of revising? clearly fucking not. Did I make this little blurb req ridiculously long purely to procrastinate? Of fucking course.

but also this was v cute! I assumed u meant famous!reader, sorry if that's not what u were after at all anon x

summary: Tom Holland turns into the readers knight in shining armour when they get ill during promo

warnings: fainting / feeling ill

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It couldn’t be today. Of all days, why today? You’d been at home for two weeks doing absolutely nothing, before this trip. And yet it’s when your itinerary is packed to the brim, people moving heaven and earth just speak to you. Two weeks of unrelenting press for Marvels next big ensemble movie.

Your manager was speaking to you, reeling off a run down of todays activities but instead of listening you nodded along blankly - head rather cloudy with this heavy mist that was not shaking off, no matter how hard you tried.

“You got that Y/n/n?” Lucy pointedly spoke, eyes almost physically knocking you backwards as if her eyeliner was battery rams. Fumbling with your thoughts, your answer wasn’t particularly cohesive earning you just a disappointed head shake.

“I um… yeh I think. Who-who did you say I was paired up with?”

“Y/n please for the love of god. Tom, like I said the past fifty times.” And to be fair to Lucy she wasn’t wrong. It was the first major major promo tour for the both of you and after just two days so far - you were both exhausted. She was more than allowed to be a bit short tempered.

“But we-we hardly know each other? The chemistry won’t be there and-“

“As I said, I tried to re-jig it but Kevin is of the mind that acting is your job.” Her tone was sharp but as she glared across the opposing seats, in the little mini van Marvel had hired for you as transportation, her eyes softened. Lucy had been so wrapped up in her own stress she may have overlooked quite how gingerly you were sitting. By the time she had arrived at the hotel, your stylist had already managed to half save your ghoulish looking face, with sunken under eyes and tired skin, so it wasn’t so blatantly obvious how crap you were feeling. “Is everything okay with you?”

It felt pretty puny to say that the jet lag from flying to Tokyo had been weighing you down further than you wanted, or that the local cuisine top chefs had kindly prepared for you last night wasn’t siting well in your stomach. To be honest, even you thought it was just your body being a bit overdramatic. So in response, you put on your best happy-go-lucky face feigning a smile.

“No no I’m fine, just want to give the best interviews I can and you know…. I’m awkward as hell as it is, then pair me with the most talented actor that I share about two minutes of screen time with…it’ll be interesting.”

The way Lucy reacted with a weird slow nod, eyebrows furrowed, meant it was quite apparent you had perhaps overplayed that one. Had you not been so over the day before it even began, you would’ve tried again to give a more believable act. But as you were, you turned your attention back out to the bustling streets of Tokyo and the high rise buildings bordering each pavement.

You didnt have a problem with Tom, far from it in fact. Tom was hilarious and the times you had met him, you’d both built up this weird and sarcastic competitiveness with each other. It was a game of who could get the last laugh, each of you pushing each other with the Mickey taking just a little further. Of course, not in a malicious way, just the way you’d both lived pretty similar but parallel careers - when everyone drew comparisons between the both of you, it was nice to make it a joke.

Like Tom you’d also started out on stage, had a ‘big break’ movie as a kid and then spent your teenage years on and off film sets - till marvel happened. Then everything blew up to epic proportions, changing your life forever. Actually, it was so similar to Tom’s story, plus the fact you were also from the south west of the UK. It was bizarre your paths hadn’t crossed more - He probably could’ve been a useful ally in the the whole ‘becoming famous’ thing.

And yet, you could probably count on two hands the amount of conversations you’d had with him.

Now that, that was the issue. Right from the beginning you learn what the press want and when you are publicising a movie you cater into it too. They’d all be asking for the insider scoop on set; what pranks you’d pulled on each other; what was the most annoying thing about each other. Which is hard if you’d only had 5 or 6 days actually on set together.

By the time the cab had wormed its way through the Tokyo traffic and you arrived at the PR hotel, it was already 9:30 - making you 15 minutes late (blame it on the traffic). Instantly then you were ushered straight to the interview room for the evening, no chance of green room chat or grabbing a drink before. The place was stuffy, everything was draped with black curtains except the poster board that Tom was already sitting infront of.

He’d scrubbed up well, no doubt about it. He was wearing statement-ish burgundy suit trousers, teamed with a black knitted but collared shirt thing - that was clearly tailor made for the man. As soon as he noticed you scurry into the room, his face broke out into a warm smile, jumping up to greet you in a friendly hug. It was brief, and as you pulled back you accidentally bumped your head on one of the overhanging lights. No doubt someone had spent a ridiculous amount of time configuring them so they were positioned perfectly, which you had just ruined with your big head.

“Oh shit!” Tom just laughed in response, shaking his head slightly as he lead you the two steps across to your pre-positioned seats.

“Making an entrance as always I see!”

“Yeh, you know me, a bit of chaos just to keep everyone on their toes.”

“Oh is that why you’re ‘fashionably late’” With a playful wiggle of his eyebrows, you just rolled your eyes, fidgeting on the chair to find a position that didnt aggravate your stomach so much.

“I’m ready now though! What did I miss? Just having to pretend to be your friend for 15 minutes?” You stressed the words as though the thought of conversation with Tom was the absolute worst thing in the world - which you definetly didnt think. Scowling like you’d insulted his dog Tessa, it was almost visible how the cogs were turning in his head looking for a comeback. Unfortunately for him though, he was quickly shut up but the organiser bringing the first interviewer in .

For what would, no doubt, be a long day.

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Everything had started off so well, the banter was flowing between you and Tom, no major spoilers revealed that meant Marvel would have to make the journalist disappear. It was once you hit an hour of back-to-back interviews that everything started to crack bit. Because yes, it had only been an hour but that was enough to exhaust you on this particular day. When Tom joked around you got slower and slower, similarly the energy was zapped from your own answers. It’s not very compelling when someone says ‘you have to watch this movie’ in a monotonous voice with sullen eyes.

As the interviewers were swapping in and out, Tom actually lightly nudged your shoulder.

“Everything alright? We’re trying to sell tickets and you’ve got a face like thunder.”

“Oh no-no sorry I just, I-um.”

“You want some water?” Now looking at your with more concerned eyes, as if he was just nervous he’d actually offended you for calling you a boring bastard. And you would’ve picked up on it and alleviated his concerns, if it weren’t for the fact your eyes were glued on the water bottle he was holding out to you. You were thirsty. You knew that, that wasn’t the conundrum. What you weren’t so sure about was whether your stomach would accept it, or more violently reject it. In a very non ‘we’re-trying-to-sell-a-movie’ style.

But the lightheaded fogginess in your brain won out, as you nodded jerkily, taking the bottle and taking a little swig - too cautious to take anymore.

Now concerned with how Tom thought you were being a Debby-downer too, you managed to perk yourself up for the next four interviews. They were easy, asking questions without any activity and though you did rely on Tom beefing out and adding to your answers, it was okay. Then the next interviewer came in, who you recognised as being from the BBC, Ali Plumb, that had interviewed you a number of times. From the way Tom jumped up to give him afirendly bro-hug, you guessed he also was familiar with him. As soon as he took a seat the cameras were already flashing with the red light, demonstrating his 7 minutes had already started.

“Guys! It’s been a while.”

“How are you Ali?” You started it off with the pleasantries, Tom echoing, before the speccy dirty-blonde asked his first question.

“So the last time I spoke to you guys the universe was in chaos, Peter Parkers on the run and Aurora Blake was trying to strip her own powers, so I guess my first question is how are you both doing? We can use this as a therapy session if you guys need.” His very typical nerdy joke made Tom laugh, nodding as he leaned forward and repositioned a bit.

You didn’t share the same humour though, more focused on this invisible blanket of stuffiness that seemed to have been thrown on top of you. It made you feel groggy, incredibly hot and so unbelievable nauseous. The lights weren’t helping either, it felt like you were pouring with sweat from your forehead. You thought Tom was answering Ali, even if you couldn’t really hear - everything had merged into a deafening roar. Adrenaline coursed through your veins, unconsciously making you fumble yourself to standing, desperate to get somewhere with fresh air. The last thing you saw before your vision tunnelled into darkness was Tom, reaching out to try and catch you.

Because next thing you knew, you were on the floor, wires from all the cameras and lights digging into your back as you looked up to see Tom on one side and Lucy on the other - both wearing a similarly panicked expression. You knew you hadn’t been out long, seconds if that, going by the fact everyone else was in the ‘oh my god’ phase of panic. It was a bit weird how calm you where, but then again all your life you’d been the ‘class fainter’. Waking up on the floor was something you were long since used to.

“Y/n? You awake?” Rather stating the obvious Tom asked the question as you bent your head up - allowing you sight of all the concerned facing oggling you. With a defeated sigh, you flopped your head back.

“If this is a dream then it’s a real bloody nightmare.” This time Tom didnt seem to appreciate your joke, looking at you without almost dumbfounded eyes, as you blinked repetitively and groaned.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Lucy appeared to want to lecture you, which to be honest wasn’t the most time appropriate. You were still on the floor, legs crumpled up under you, so ignored her. Instead you pulled yourself up into a sitting position, taking a moment to blink away the blotchy haze that threatened to takeover your vision once again, whilst the pair above you both cautiously rested their palms on each of your shoulders -trying to be useful. The room still felt cramped and stifling, as everyone around were no doubt looking at you.

It took a few minutes but your body seemed to get over itself, sitting up normally and trying to make small talk with Ali - who, by the way, was still sat awkwardly in the chair. Still nestled on the floor, your back up against the chair you had been siting on as you raved with Ali of the Harry Potter theatre show. In a natural lull in conversation, Tom perked up - from the door where he’d been muttering with the organiser as Lucy bit her nails nervously.

“Y/n you need to go home.”

All of you knew what Tom said was impossible. Not being egotistical, but you were too important. Although you hadn’t been paying masses of attention for Lucy’s run down of your itinerary - you knew it was packed.

So you just looked up and rolled your eyes at Tom, earning yourself a strong glare, before locking the organiser in eye contact.

“How many have we got till lunch?”

“Um this gent here” He gesturned toward Ali, who was almost squirming in his seat now “then two more.”

“And then lunch?”

“Yes, then you have a personal appearance at a dinner, so transport will be coming to pick you both up.” This poor guy seemed obsessed with the clock and his timetable, looking at your with a mixture of panic and frustration. You should know this stuff, you should’ve listened to Lucy.

“How fars the drive?”

“At this time probably an hour and a half.”

The plan was clear in your head, you’d sort yourself out in the car and be fully fine by the afternoon and evening engagements. Plus you felt almost fine now. So with a sigh, you hauled yourself up onto the chair, patting for Tom to sit back down.

“It’s half an hour and then I’ll sort myself out at lunch - come on their waiting.” The way Lucy pouted showed she disagreed somewhat, except a stern look kept her from protesting, as Tom walked toward you.

“Are you sure you don’t loo-“

“Let me stop you before you insult my appearance.” Snickering slightly at his worried face, you laughed it off , knocking his side with a gentle murmur of ‘don’t worry about me’.

In fact after that little episode you did feel a little recovered, which meant you were properly noticing the change in the boy sat next to you. Throughout the remaining three interviews he’d done a complete 360 from earlier. Rather than trying to get little digs at you, he had become fiercely protective - jumping in if a questions wasn’t particularly appropriate or relevant to the movie ( meaning when an awfully crap man asked what underwear you’d been able to wear in your suit) ; taking the heat of the conversation as well as just watching you like a hawk. Each time you answered his beady brown eyes were watching you from the side, you got the impression it wasn’t only just because of the risk of spoilers.

Quite remarkably, you survived the rest of the day pretty well, after a power nap in the car on the way over - even if it was a bit difficult when you had your manager watching you like a hawk from the seat across. It was as if Lucy had never seen anyone ill before, she seemed concerned that you were going to spontaneously stop breathing and die at any point.

Though by the time all the official business at the dinner was done, your body and willpower had reached the end of their tether. You and Tom were both on a round table, surrounded by 6 CEOs and execs of what seemed to be a multimillion pound business enterprise. With the language barrier meaning you had to speak through the two people on the table who were fluent in both japanese and English, the conversation was already pretty jilted. Though to be fair, the six did seem to be enjoying the evening - something you werent able to reciprocate. Thankfully, five minutes after the main course dishes had been collected, Tom spoke up from his position opposite you.

“This has been lovely and we really appreciate your time and generosity but me and Y/n have a really early start tomorrow so I think we should probably get back to the hotel.” You swore in that moment you could’ve kissed him, and it looked like Tom could tell - by the way your shoulders sagged and you let out an exhale of pure relief. Apparently even if you’d managed to convince the hosts you were enjoying the evening, Tom easily saw through the performance. After some hurried goodbyes, Tom led you out of the hall with his hand hovering over your lowerback, trying to make sure your exit was as discreet as possible.

Away from the bubble of chatter and activity, in the deserted hallway, Tom stopped you - lightly holding both hands on each of your arms.

“Wheres your team?”

“Um Luce is back at the hotel, she was trying to see if she could reschedule any of my stuff tomorrow.” You winced at the way he sighed, realising you were all on your own in some random business event hall in Tokyo.

“Harry -my brother- is waiting in the car at the front - is that okay?”

“No Tom, don’t worry abo-“

“Yeh well I am and I think you feel ten times worse than you’re letting on.” He spoke harshly, like a school teacher telling you off - except the hint of a kind smile at the end was a dead giveaway.

“You sure?”

With a relieved nod (Tom had thought you might be a bit more stubborn - you obviously were really really ill) he wordlessly shrugged his suit jacket off, wrapping it round your shoulders. He muttered something about not wanting you to catch a chill but to be quite honest you were a bit distracted by the woody cedar smell of Toms aftershave that enveloped your senses. Maybe it wasn’t so bad being fussed on by him? To be fair he wasn’t wrong either, you were in a strapless evening dress - you would’ve preferred to be in joggers, but Marvels press team had other ideas.

After a quick pit stop at the toilets, the two of you managed to make an unnoticed escape out the building - into a big SUV which had seconds prior pulled up onto the steps. You literally melted into the nearest window seat, body hunching over as you probably crumpled Tom’s jacket beyond belief. 2 seats along from you, a frizzy haired boy gave you a sympathetic smile, which you returned weakly whilst muttering a ‘hi’. Meanwhile, Tom pulled the sliding door shut, sitting across from you.

“Oh Y/n this is Harry and Harry this is Y/n.” In unison both of you replied with an ‘I know’ eye roll. Your response was somewhat more shocking to both Holland boys, you could tell from the way they had this whole nonverbal conversation with their eyes - they were very clearly brothers. Needing to explain you continued. “I like to keep tabs on my castmates, I’ve seen you on Toms instagram.” That had both boys smirking, Harry presumably just because you knew who he was; Tom more smugly, you’d just given away you slightly stalked him on instagram.

Silence reigned for a moment, as the driver put his foot down slightly.

“How you doing?” Tom asked.

“Mhm…” you thought for a second, how to eloquently describe the sensation.

“shit.”

Both boys chuckled a little and even though you had closed your eyes in an attempt to dull the throbbing behind your temples, you could feel the eyes on you.

“You want the music off?” Harry asked, referring to the indie-rock coming quietly out the speakers of his laptop, which was resting on his lap. With a shake of your head you refused, even if really silence probably would help your head, you were already causing the two Hollands enough trouble - no need to bore them during the journey back into central Tokyo, especially when you weren’t the most enthusiastic company ever.

Thankfully the music stayed on a low volume, whilst the car seemed to settle into a comfortable silence. With a long exhale you fluttered your eyes open, seeing Tom focused on his phone, before you rested the side of your head against the black-out glass. Taking some relief from the cool glass, you huddled further into the corner of the car against the door.

Floating in the space between sleep and wakefulness, you were kind of aware of your head occasionally bobbing and jerking about - but really didn’t have the energy or willpower to do anything about it. Instead, the thing that perked your attention was hearing some supposed-whispering from inside the body of the car.

“I know she said she didn’t care but she was clearly lying-“

“Like you know! You’ve been desperate to try and spend some time with Y/n- maybe you poisoned her just so you could be all knight-in-shini-“

“Turn. The. Music. Off.” Tom sounded scathing now, and with a grumble from your other-side the cheery drum beats ceased.

“Happy now?” …and Harry was sarcastic.

“Swap places with me.”

“What?”

“Just do it.”

“Why?”

“So she can lie down.”

“Well no because you would still be in the way if we swapped.”

“Yeh but she can lie on my lap idiot.”

“She can lie on me.”

“She doesn’t know you!”

“Well for 1, barely ten minutes ago she said she did know me. And 2, she doesn’t know you any better!”

If this was their version of whispering, you would love to hear what volume ‘shouting’ was. There was no reply for a short while, you imagined the two brunettes locked in some intense staring match.The next time Tom spoke he sounded more defeated - almost begging.

“If I admit you beat me at the driving range the other day will you-”

“I KNEW IT!” Harry yelped, the volume making you jerk, eyes flying open before reflexively closing because the light was too bright. There was a little mutter of an apology, then silence again.

Once agin you must’ve drifted off because it felt like absolutely no time had passed when a firm but gently hand on your shoulder nudged you awake.

Sure enough the boys had swapped position, Tom now sitting along the seat from you, Harry looked a little sulky from across the way. It was Tom who was reaching over, a gentle and peaceful smile on his face.

“You wanna lie down? Don’t want you to strain your neck.” He wasn’t wrong, adding to the throbbing headache, the cloudiness in your brain and the unsettled feeling in your stomach… now your neck hurt. Just bloody great.

Had you been your normal witty and perceptive self, you might’ve teased Tom as to why him and his brother had done a switch - but everything hurt and all you wanted to do was sleep for a hundered years. So with squinting eyes you jerkily nodded, missing how Tom chuckled to himself. The guy undid your seatbelt, then sat back to let you balance the back of your head on his thigh, looking up at the roof of the SUV. Already your eyes were closed again, you kicked off your slip-on heels and bent your legs up to lean against the backrest - occupying the position you had been sat in before hand. You felt his hands reposition the jacket, pulling it round so it was now like a blanket tucked under your chin.

To be fair it was much more comfortable than sitting up and you weren’t even aware of how quickly you dropped back into sleep.

Though it wasn’t quick enough to miss Harry’s very sulky sounding comment, presumably meant only for Tom’s ears.

“Still think you’re being fucking creepy bro.”

<33 lemme know what u think! (would make me feel less guilty for not doing all the work I rlly should be doing aha)

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bubsdolan · 3 years

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2 & 4 with Grayson 🥺

“Please don’t scare me like that ever again.” & “As long as you’re breathing, standing here with me, nothing else matters.”

“y/n is so fat.”

“grayson can have any girl he wants and he chose her?”

“she doesn’t deserve him.”

instagram comments, dms, tweets and even tiktoks made about you where becoming increasingly harder and harder to escape from. every social media platform you owned was filled with hate comments, people pulling apart your appearance and belittling you, all because you fell in love.

you were thankful grayson had been taking a well needed break away from all socials and he therefore was completely obviously to his so called fans ripping you apart for so much as breathing. you knew how he would react if he found out, knowing how passionate and protective he was with anyone important in his life and you weren't willing to give your haters even more ammo to hate you by getting their idol to turn on them.

the only person you had confined in was kristina. knowing she would be able to relate to you on a personal level having been through exact what you’re facing right now and knowing she would help guide you thought this tough time. you have her one solid rule- do not, under any circumstance, tell grayson.

los angeles is well known for its scenenic routes, its tranquil views and idyllic sunsets, something grayson always made sure you got to see first hand whenever he had a spare evening to spend and worship his girl. taking time off meant the twins had even more time to flourish in their personal relationships, meaning grayson spent every waking moment by your side and he had truly never been happier.

trecking through the trials of beverly hills, the hollywood sign in plain view as you listened to the laughter of your family who had last minute decided to accompany you on a sunset hike. ethan and kristina only a few steps in front, hands swinging chaotically between them as they teased each other over the smallest of things.

grayson’s hand had a firm grip in yours, his smile so bright and prominent as he failed to take in the in the view of his homeland but instead taking in the view of his home- you.

his eyes so blatantly unaware of the mental battle you were sacrificing yourself to, hiding your struggles from him and everyone closest to you as you never wanted to feel a burden to anyone. however, it was soon to all come crashing down around you- literally.

it all happened so fast, grayson’s hand let go of your own for a spilt second as you reached the top of the trail after ethan and kristina had requested a couples photo to show off not only their love for another but the sunset they managed to spot just in time, but in a matter of seconds, your weak and tried body crashed down to the floor.

feeling lightheaded the entire of the walk as a result from starving yourself over the cause of a few days, your fragile state caught up with you. your knees buckled under the sheer strain you were putting your body under then everything went blank.

in a fanatic state, grayson was by your side in seconds. dropping to his knees in fear, his fingers tracing ever so softly across your cheek bones, his eyes filling with tears as he repeatedly called your name, trying anything he could to bring you around.

“baby- y/n, sweetheart open your eyes for me. c’mon pretty girl, let me see those eyes.”

“gray, give her some space bro.”

“e-ethan help, she's not breathing! ETHAN SHES NOT-”

it was all a blur, one minute your on a hike and the next you find yourself in the back seat of the tesla. your body wrapped up in grayson’s panicked arms, head resting on his lap as he ran his fingers through the matted ends on your hair, the other hand resting over your heart. a reassurance more for himself that you were in fact breathing. you were alive.

“gray-“

“hey hey hey, im here im right here.” grayson reaches for your hand that was rubbing the sleep from your eyes. he straightens his posture to help make you more comfortable and adjust to your surroundings.

“i- i don’t know what happened-“

“kristina told me,” grayson didn’t mean to blurt it out, sighing heavily when he saw you shift away from his lap to sit up straight and avoid his eye contact. still needing to have some sort of psychical contact with you, to help calm his nerves down and feel your delicate skin under his trembling fingertips, he rested a hand on the inside of your thigh. thumb tracing soothing circles, a way of communicating to you that he wasn’t angry, more afraid and hurt you never told him.

“please don’t scare me like that ever again.”

grayson kept his voice low and sincere. his eyes pleading with you to open up and let him in, he was fighting this with you, not against you.

sighing in defeat you lift his hand away from your thigh and bring it up to your lips. kissing each and every knuckle with feather like pecks, not having the energy to respond or the willpower to discuss something so intense, so soon.

reading your body language like his favourite book, grayson pulls you back into his side, kissing you forehead and keeping you protected. knowing you will open up to him when you were ready. he’ll wait as long as it takes.

“as long as you’re breathing, standing here with me, nothing else matters.”

grayson never left your side for the rest of the evening. he constantly had to be touching you, listening to your heartbeat and watching your every move. his fears that your body was still weak, his mind racing with the possible of losing you especially after scaring him so deeply today, something he never wanted to comprehend.

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just-the-hiddles · 3 years

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Few Words | Adam x Reader

A/N: My last little smut drabble. And of course I end on my man, Adam.

Pairing: Adam x Female Reader

Summary: Adam needs you. All of you.

Warnings: Smut, sex, mentions of biting and blood.

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“Baby?” Adam called out from the sofa to the study down the hall where you were working. His tone soft and unassuming. You knew what that meant.

“Just one a moment darling and I’ll be there.” you responded, picking up your pace. Adam wouldn’t stop badgering you until you came in there. You found it in your own best interests to get things done quickly.

Another five minutes passed, and another call from Adam. You sighed as you shut your laptop and switched off the light. It was dark in the living room. Adam sprawled his long body between the sofa and the coffee table. You stepped over the crumpled up pieces of paper and stand on the other side of the table, hands on hips.

“What is going on, Adam?” Your shoulders slumped, seeing his sad eyes staring at you. “What’s wrong?”

He shifted his weight, wiggling his butt against the sofa. “I need you.” His eyes shot down. “It’s too quiet. And too loud.” You understood what he meant. Centuries of living has the tendency to make your inner voices more opinionated and boisterous than the average human.

“Need or want?” you questioned, already knowing the answer. You moved around the table and sat next to him.

Adam’s nose nudged along your cheek before he buried his face into your neck. “Both.” His voice muffled against your skin.

His fangs scraped along your neck. You twisted to the side to find his empty glass.

“All of you.” Adam sucked hard on your neck, leaving a dark mark.

You silently pushed his shirt off his shoulders. The two of you rose and undressed each other. A silent dance without only the hum of Adam’s amp to punctuate your movements. It was not the first time he had gotten in one of these moods. His lips kissing as he exposed your skin, shedding your layers of clothes since Adam didn’t see the point of central heating.

Before long, the two of you laid bare before each other. You laid down on your back, head propped up on the sofa. Adam crawled onto of you. You moaned at the heavy weight against you, his erection teasing along your wet folds.

“Now.” Adam growled as he pushed inside you, slow.

“Yes!” you groaned as he bottomed out. Your legs fell open to accommodate his hips pressed against you.

Adam laid there buried inside of you, holding still. He savored these moments. The feeling of you enveloping him. The smell of your perfume. Your heart beating fast against his chest. In those moments, he felt… well… almost alive.

After a while, you whimpered, and he rocked his hips into you. The sofa creaked as he thrusted. His strokes long and languid, hitting all the right spots inside of you. He grunted as he pushed one of your legs onto the back of the sofa, opening you up even more.

Your fingers weaved into his hair as your release drew near. Adam sensed it and sped up.

“Come.” he commanded with a low guttural growl.

You came with a scream, breaking the silence in the room. Your walls squeezed around Adam’s shaft and he gasped for air as his own release drew near. He buried his face into your neck, his lips finding the scar. And as he spilled into you, he bit down, tasting you, drinking in how sweet you always tasted after making love.

You gasped and writhed as he drank and drank. You soon grew lightheaded and he released from you with a soft, wet pop. His body slumped against yours.

You wrapped your arms and legs around him and slowly swayed in the embrace. Your breathing turned to normal as your afterglow faded into the shadows.

Adam sighed and placed his head on your chest, listening to your heart.

“Better.” he whispered.

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thishintoflove · 3 years

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"Bad Blood" - A Bloodsucking Bastards Fanfic

TSwift Songfic Week Day 7 (we made it, ya’ll!)

Pairing: Max Phillips x F!Reader

Warnings: Mature but not explicit (still 18+ though please). Language, Non-descriptive mentions of sex, Blood drinking, Non-consensual vampirism

Warnings: You and Max were in a happy, established relationship until one night he accidentally goes too far... and you wake up as a vampire.

A/N: I actually had a lot of fun writing for Max, I hope he’s in-character enough! As a current MBA student, I’ve definitely experienced guys with his same “business bro” vibe.

You were going to be angry at him for the rest of eternity.

How many times did you tell him that you weren’t ready to be turned yet? It felt like a million times. You needed more time, you wanted to think about it more, it was a big decision…

And then he messed up. He made a mistake. It was an “accident”.

That didn’t mean you weren’t still pissed at him.

Did you think we'd be fine?

Still got scars on my back from your knife

So don't think it's in the past

These kind of wounds they last and they last

The night of “the incident” started like any other. You and Max have been dating for a couple of months at this point and you’ve established a regular nighttime routine. He’d come over after work, he’d watch you and distract you with kisses as you made dinner for yourself, you’d settle down together on the couch for a show or movie, and then he’d fuck your brains out until midnight.

It was a good routine and it worked well for you both. You didn’t mind that your boyfriend was a vampire, which meant you could never actually share a meal together. You ate your dinner at a normal hour, and then later in the night, Max would have his. Sometimes he’d leave your bed and go out on a midnight hunt but other nights... you let yourself be the meal. At first you were wary of letting him feed from you, but he promised he’d be gentle and he was. Working it into your sex life was just a bonus. It actually felt good most of the time. The venom stung at first but as soon as it worked its magic, it spread a numbing, calming sensation through your veins. Vampires wanted compliant prey, so you figured it made sense.

Tonight was one of those special nights. Max loved it, obviously. He swore your blood tasted better than any other human he’d tried so far. For your part, you were just pleased to see your boyfriend so giddy. You loved watching his face light up like a kid on Christmas when you responded ‘yes’ after he asked permission.

“You’re so good to me, baby,” he muttered, sucking your lower lip between his teeth as he kissed you. You moaned into his mouth and shifted your hips against his pelvis as you writhed beneath him on the bed. He had one leg between your thighs and your arms were wrapped around his shoulders and back, desperate for as much friction as possible.

“You feel so good,” you hummed, wanting to feel him everywhere. He pulled back a little and grinned down at you,

“Not as good as you, baby,” he replied. He trailed kisses along your jaw before moving down to your neck. You gasped and gripped the hair at the back of his head as he zeroed in on a particular spot. He devoted his entire focus to this new area- kissing and licking it until your entire body was covered in goosebumps.

His lips closed around the spot he was nuzzling and suddenly his teeth were sinking in. His tongue prodded at the raw spot as his teeth sunk beneath your skin, pulling a soft whimper out of you. The way he attacked the wound made you wince, all of his slowness and caution gone. The effect his feeding had on you was unsurprisingly intense-- one moment you couldn’t catch your breath, the next your breath came too fast.

Your teeth caught on your bottom lip but that did nothing to stifle your gasp as his hand slid to your thigh as he fed. The sound seemed to encourage him. All he did was suck-- suck the whole area dry of any moisture, and that suction was so hard it hurt but your body went flush with warmth and pleasure just the same. You always felt a little ashamed after, a little bit twisted and guilty when you recalled your enjoyment of this process.

Suddenly you felt more lightheaded then usual, and one of the last lingering threads of your rationality screamed at you to stop this. Max didn’t typically feed for this long- usually it was a couple of swallows and then he pulled back… but he wasn’t stopping this time.

“Max,” you gasped, knowing you couldn’t take much more-- you could feel your limbs going dangerously numb. “Max...stop...”

Your calls were soft, more pleading than insistent, and they didn’t seem to reach Max. He growled, the possessive sound echoing through your body. You could sense a wave of darkness crashing over your consciousness, and you realized that you were going to die. You were too weak to do anything, but you let out a sigh as the darkness took you. At least if you had to die now, you could say you died in the arms of someone who loved you.

***

But you didn’t die. Not really.

When you came back to yourself, Max was still there-- sitting as still as a stone statue at the end of the bed, watching you closely with wide, worried eyes.

You felt different. Everything seemed loud and bright, as if all your senses were supercharged. And your body… it felt… still. As if everything inside of you had just stopped, but your mind was still active. You finally realized what happened: you were dead. Or more accurately, you’d died and now you were a fucking vampire. A look of horror must have crossed your face because Max quickly reached for your hands and pleaded,

“I’m so sorry, love, please…. I didn’t mean to, you have to believe me-”

“Get. Out.”

Your voice was raw and strained. You couldn’t believe it. How could you have let this happen? How could he have let this happen? Max promised he’d always remain in control with you, but he didn’t. He couldn’t control himself and now you were a monster. Just like him.

“I never meant for it to go this far, but at least I stopped myself before you went dry!” Max babbled, desperately trying to meet your eyes but you remained frozen in place, staring at the wall. “You’re not dead, you’re just… like me now. That’s not so bad-”

“I said, get out, Max!” you yelled, ripping your hands away and standing from the bed. You crossed your arms across your chest, trying not to cry when you realized you couldn’t feel your own heartbeat. Then you realized you couldn’t cry either.

Max didn’t move to touch you again but you heard him stand from the bed- your new senses giving you a clear image in your mind of what he was doing even though your back was turned. “Baby, please listen-”

“Don’t make me say it again. You’ve done enough. Now leave me alone.”

He sighed, but he didn’t argue anymore. You remained frozen in place as he gathered his things and left your apartment. You didn’t move until you heard his car driving away down the street.

And when you did move, finally, you went hunting. Because the only thing you could focus on, besides your intense anger at Max, was your extreme desire for human blood.

Now we got problems

And I don't think we can solve them

You made a really deep cut

And baby now we got bad blood

You took two weeks paid vacation after Max turned you. Getting the time-off approved was easy since your boss was also your guilty (potentially ex) boyfriend.

When you did come back to the office, the other vampire employees welcomed you with open arms. You felt a little more like your old self as you jumped back into your regular work routine, but on your second day back Max called you into his office for a private meeting. You’d been avoiding him for two weeks- ignoring his texts, calls, and emails- and you braced yourself for the awkwardness of having your first conversation happen at the office.

“Glad to have you back,” he said, standing up behind his desk and gesturing for you to sit down.

You frowned at his casual tone. “Yeah. Well. Even vampires have to pay the bills, right?”

You thought you noticed his perfect grin falter for a moment before he quickly shook it off with a chuckle.

“That is so true. I’m glad to see you getting back into the swing of things.”

You merely hummed in response, eyeing him warily as he slowly circled his desk and came to stand right in front of you. His business smile slowly melted into a sultry smirk as he leaned forward towards you,

“So… is it safe to assume that you’re here because you’re ready to pick up where we left off?”

“Oh Max, I know you’re not that stupid,” you grumbled, glaring at him as he reached out to card his fingers through your hair.

“What do you mean?”

You responded by grabbing his hand and easily flipping him over your shoulder using all your new vampire strength, so that he landed hard on the ground behind your chair.

“You’re not forgiven. I’m still mad at you,” you growled, turning to look at him on the floor. He wasn’t actually injured, obviously, but he looked hurt and confused.

“Baby pleeeease, I miss you!” he whined, giving you a pouty face that you used to find adorable before he’d accidentally turned you into a damn vampire without your consent.

“Stop it. I told you I need more time.”

“Fine.” he pouted, standing up and smoothing out the wrinkles in his dress shirt. “I can wait. You’ll forgive me eventually.”

“We’ll see about that,” you said with a roll of your eyes.

“You will. You’ll realize that this is actually a gift. And I know I shouldn’t have done it so soon, but I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

You stood up from the chair and shook your head as you prepared to leave his office.

“Whatever you say, Max…”

Now did you think it all through?

All these things will catch up to you

And time can heal but this won't

So if you come in my way, just don't

“I have a surprise for you!”

Max’s sing-song voice interrupted your peaceful lunch break. As a vampire, you obviously had no need for human food, but you still preferred to take a break at lunch time. You were currently alone in the break room, reading a magazine and enjoying the silence. You frowned at Max as he waltzed into the room.

“No need to frown, baby! I brought you a treat.”

He was grinning and holding something behind his back. You carefully shook your head and lay down your magazine. “I’m not your baby anymore, Max.”

“Not right now maybe, but you’ll take me back after you see what I’ve brought you!”

“Fine, I’ll bite,” you replied with a roll of your eyes, “What is it?”

Max pulled the object from behind his back and held it out to you. You tilted your head, trying to figure out what it was, before you realized it was a blood bag. A hospital grade, completely filled, blood bag.

“I know you don’t like the idea of ‘getting messy’ during work hours-”

“You mean I don’t like committing murder and sucking people dry during work hours? Yes, you’re correct,” you interrupted, rolling your eyes again.

“Well… I found a solution for you. Easy, portable, delicious blood on-the-go!”

You frowned in disapproval. “You can’t just steal blood from donation centers!” you told him incredulously, not caring when his face fell at your disappointed tone, “Where did you even get this? The Red Cross? The hospital? There are people who really need this stuff!”

“Who cares?” Max replied, looking genuinely confused, “They’re all going to die at some point anyway.”

You shook your head, “This is why I wasn’t ready to be turned. You’ve lost your humanity and I’m not ready to jump onboard the ‘fuck the whole human race’ train yet. I know you thought you were being sweet, but this is wrong.”

“Oh. Well if you don’t want it…”

A growl rose in your throat as those words left his lips. As much as you disagreed with his methods, your new vampire instincts were screaming at you to snatch the blood bag from his hands and gulp it down until you were finally satisfied. The scent of the blood called to you, sang to you in the sweetest tone, and it was taking everything you had not to completely lose it right now.

“No, I’ll take it,” you said a little too quickly, reaching for the bag, “Just don’t do it again.”

Max smirked as he handed the blood bag over.

“That’s what I thought. I remember what it’s like to be a new vampire”, he said quietly, stepping closer to you, “how hungry you are before you’re able to improve your tolerance and time between feedings… I’m just trying to help you.”

He leaned forward and placed a small kiss on the top of your head, but you snarled and pushed him back. He merely chuckled as he watched you rip open the blood bag and begin to suck it down.

“That’s my girl,” he murmured. He backed away and casually leaned against the door frame. If you were thinking straight, you’d feel annoyed and even embarrassed to have him watch you sink into a feeding frenzy but your human mind was long gone. So you sucked every drop of blood from the bag as he stared in admiration.

Oh, it's so sad to think about the good times

You and I

'Cause baby now we got bad blood

As much as you were still angry at Max, you really did miss him.

Things were going really well in your relationship before he made the fatal mistake. You had a lot in common. You were both focused on succeeding at work, you both hated whining and incompetence, and you shared a similar sense of humor. But you weren’t sure how you were supposed to forgive such a major breach of trust.

Rationally you knew it was a mistake and that you’d agreed to him feeding from you in the first place, and accidents happen… but the irrational side of you wanted to stay mad at him. It was easier to have someone to blame. It let you off the hook as you tried to grapple with your new reality and decide if it was something you really did want. Being a vampire really wasn’t that bad, once you got used to it...

“You heading home soon? It’s past six.”

Speak of the devil…

Max’s voice interrupted your thoughts and you glanced up at him. He was hovering at the edge of your desk, his briefcase in one hand and his jacket over his arm. He gave you a small smile but his eyes were cautious, knowing that you were still mercurial around him.

“Yeah I’m just wrapping things up. I have one more report summary, and then I’ll go.”

“Okay,” he said, nodding, “Keep up the good work then. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He was letting you go, and something about that made your non-beating heart soften. He was already walking toward the door when you called out,

“Or I could head out now…”

He slowly turned, and you knew him well enough to recognize that he was desperately trying to hide a smirk.

“Great, I’ll hold the elevator for you.”

You smiled and grabbed your bag. You weren’t going to let him off the hook just yet, but you knew you’d be able to forgive him someday. After all, you had all of eternity.

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hale-13 · 3 years

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Enterobacter

By Hale13

For the Summer of Whump Day 2 - Food Poisoning

Being Spider-Man sometimes means that Peter has to eat on the job and eating in the job means eating a lot of fast food. Some of his favorite stops are new and local food trucks since most of them give him free food for the obvious influx of business he brings to them. And Peter loves Thai so much he just HAS to try the new truck that opened.

Words: 2339, Chapters: 1/1 (Complete), Language: English

Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies)

Rating: Gen

Relationships: Ned Leeds & Peter Parker, Peter Parker & Tony Stark

Characters: Peter Parker, Ned Leeds, Tony Stark

TW: Vomiting

Read on AO3 or below the line break.

Before the Bite, Peter was a staunch and vehement hater of warm weather. He spent every spring and summer feeling overheated and sweaty and gross and May and Ben would always joke that he ran hot which, Peter supposed, wasn’t completely untrue. He had always spent most of his falls and winters sleeping with the window by his bed cracked to let in the cool air and under a light blanket.

So November through about March was great for him. The rest of the year however? Awful. Miserable. Abhorrent. Just… any terrible adjective you could think of would work as a descriptor. The city heat was always so overbearing that their tired little AC unit couldn’t keep up and would, inevitably, give up and the Parker family would spend half the summer every summer without the blessed cool air flowing through their apartment. And the humidity! Peter felt like he was trying to breath and walk through soup – the heat wouldn’t be nearly as bad without the humidity.

One might think that, with the loss of his ability to thermoregulate well, the warm weather might be easier for him post-Bite but all it did was give Peter new things to worry about. For example: getting heat stroke for doing nothing more than sitting still in his bedroom and doing homework on a hot day.

Yeah. Peter really hated the warm weather.

Which explains why he wakes up on a Thursday in mid-May already angry and irritated and sweating through the ratty tank top and boxers he wore to bed about three minutes before his alarm for school is set to go off.

“Seriously,” he groans, rolling over onto his back and draping one forearm over his eyes in the perfect picture of teenage angst. His stomach twinges a little as he does and he bites back a grimace – probably shouldn’t have tried that new Thai truck while patrolling last night he thought. It didn’t help that he got it super spicy either, he supposed, but the delicious taste would more than make up for the irritability of his bowels later.

His phone started blaring a bright tone and Peter groaned louder, flopping out a hand blindly to snatch his the device up from where it was charging on his nightstand and shutting off the alarm, dropping the phone into the mess of sheets he had bunched up into a corner while he slept. He gave himself another couple seconds for his pity party before rolling off the bed and grabbing the towel he had draped over the end of his bed frame – intent on taking a cool shower to bring his body temperature back down to a reasonable level and wash off the sweat he could already feel drying over him.

“May?” Peter called as he walked out of his room. The apartment was almost eerily quiet for what should be May’s day off and Peter furrowed his brows in confusion – May normally attempted to cook breakfast on Thursday mornings before giving up and making them both bowls of cereal. Towel over his shoulder, Peter wandered into the kitchen and frowned at the fluorescent pink sticky note on the counter next to a fresh box of Lucky Charms.

Got called in to cover ER – twelve hour swing, home after ten.

Eat your breakfast!

Love You!

Peter crumpled the note and tossed it in the garbage. He was looking forward to grabbing ice cream after school with May at the new shop that had popped up the month previous but it looks like they needed a rain check on that one. His stomach bubbled again and Peter wrapped his arm across his abdomen in discomfort. On second thought, maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing to miss out on ice cream today.

The cool shower was refreshing but Peter, somehow, felt worse after. His stomach was straight up cramping now as he pulled on a light pair of shorts and a t-shirt, forgoing his usual layers and just hoping that the bagginess of the shirt would cover up his muscles. He frowned and swallowed down the sour, burning taste of stomach acid in his throat. He didn’t usually have a problem with acid reflux but maybe the spicy food was messing him up? Choosing to ignore it for now, Peter gathered up his books and homework to shove into his backpack before leaving the apartment to walk to school.

The subway that morning was absolutely vile. The smell that he could already barely handle on a good day was worse since it was simmering in the heat and Peter’s sensitive senses didn’t appreciate it. He had to choke down a couple of gags, which was not normal and hadn’t really happened to him before despite the offensive odor. He was used to the smell, it came with using public transportation in one of the busiest cities in the United States. The only good thing that came out of the nauseous feeling was the extra leg room when the other passengers sidled away from him with disgusted looks on their faces.

His relief (and that of the other passengers) was palpable when he was able to stagger off the car and onto the platform outside Midtown, though the temperature didn’t improve much since there wasn’t a good breeze that morning. Moving quickly, Peter made his way across the field and driveway to enter the blessedly cool school building.

“Dude,” Ned said, eyebrows scrunching, as he met Peter a couple minutes later by his locker. “You look like shit.”

“It’s hot,” Peter told him a little defensively, slamming his locker door just a touch too hard. Ned didn’t look impressed.

“No like, you’re really pale and a little green. Are you sick?” Ned asked, squinting his eyes at Peter.

Peter frowned, all he felt was a little overheated. Well, yeah, his stomach was still bubbling and cramping but that was just from the spicy food. He was fine. It was just the heat.

“I’m fine,” Peter protested, brushing past Ned to make his way towards their home room class. He wobbled just a little, lightheaded.

“Did you eat breakfast?” Ned questioned as he steadied his friend, still looking concerned, pushing them out of the foot traffic of the hallway and back up against the cool metal of the locker bank.

Peter’s mouth filled with saliva and he swallowed down the acid again before shaking his head ‘no’. There was no way he could stomach breakfast that morning – it would be like asking for disaster.

“I think you should call May to come get you,” Ned advised, still gripping Peter’s elbow and frowning deeper when Peter shook his head again in protest.

“She had to pick up a shift in the ER today so she’ll have her phone off and, anyway, I’m fine Ned!” Peter shook his arm a little, trying to dislodge Ned’s hand and not succeeding.

Ned bit his lip but released Peter’s arm. “You could call Mr. Stark?”

“For what?” Peter asked, frustrated. “I’m fine, I’m just hot and have a little stomach ache from eating at that new Thai truck.”

“Wait, you mean the one that normally parks off fifth? The green and purple one?” Ned asked and Peter nodded in confirmation. “Bro do you not look at the news? They had to shut it down late last night because some of their food was contaminated with E. Coli.”

Peter’s stomach twisted and grumbled ominously and his hands dropped to grip at the loose shirt covering his abdomen. “Oh,” he said slowly before abruptly turning to race through the near-empty hallway toward the closest bathroom. He barely made it into a stall, not bothering to close it, before he vomited up everything he felt like he may have eaten in the past week. He vaguely heard the door creak open as Ned entered but paid it no heed, doing his best to stay standing and hunched over the toilet so he wouldn’t have to touch it or the disgusting floor.

A few minutes and a round of dry heaving later, Peter didn’t care about how disgusting the floor might be and was just thankful to slide down the wall of the stall to rest, panting and dizzy, on the tile as he tried to keep anything that might be left in his stomach where it belonged.

“Peter?” Ned asked, peaking around the door to survey him. “Are you okay to walk? I’m going to take you to the nurse.” Peter moaned and leaned over to vomit another round. “I’ll take that as a no,” Ned sighed, his own face a little pale from trying to keep from being nauseous himself.

It took at least ten minutes after round two before Peter thought he’d be able to stand without falling over but Ned still insisted that Peter sling his arm over his friend’s shoulder so he could have support for the short walk to the nurse’s office.

“Oh Peter,” Ms. Shelly, the nurse, said sympathetically as she took in his pale face and trembling limbs. “You look awful honey.”

“He has food poisoning,” Ned told her, depositing Peter into one of the closest chairs and shoving one of the emesis bags on the table into his hand just in case he needed it. Peter gulped and nodded his head shortly in thanks, gripping the bag so tight he thought he might tear it.

“You can go on back to class Ned, I’ll make sure he gets home.” Ms. Shelly made a noise of pity and took his temperature before clucking her tongue in disapproval.

“Feel better buddy,” Ned told Peter with a pat on the shoulder before hastily making it out of the room so he could catch the tail-end of his home room, accepting the excuse note that Ms. Shelly passed him.

“Do you have a preference on which contact I call honey?” Ms. Shelly asked from where she was crouched down to eye-level in front of him and Peter let out a groan and squeezed his eyes shut in misery. May was at work which meant his only option was…

“Mr. Stark please,” he muttered, eyes downcast. Ms. Shelly raised a brow in obvious disbelief before she schooled her features. Peter was just glad she didn’t question him like most of his classmates and some of his teachers had taken to doing once the rumor about his internship had spread through the majority of the school.

“Let me just pull your chart and make the call okay? There’s a cot through the door if you want to lay down,” she gestured to the open door across from him before making her way to her office to pull up his digital chart.

“Thanks,” Peter said, seriously considering how nice it would be to just lie down again. This pleasant thought was interrupted by his stomach clenching again and he hung his head over the emesis bag, dry heaving but not managing to get anything up which was almost worse. He let out a little whine that he was glad Ms. Shelly wasn’t around to hear and stumbled into the single person bathroom in her office, sinking down onto the floor and gagging.

A light knock on the door sounded a few minutes later and Ms. Shelly’s soft voice called, “Peter? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he called back as loud as he dared before swallowing compulsively. It did nothing for the bile climbing up his esophagus and he leaned back over to vomit again.

“Just call me if you need anything sweetie. Your emergency contact will be here in about twenty minutes.” Peter let out a grunt of assent and let his eyes slip closed as he leaned back against the wall. He must have dozed off at some point because he woke up to the sound of the door creaking open and a low whistle.

“Looking a little rough around the edges kiddo,” Tony said, head leaned around the door to peer into the room. Peter, feeling tired and sick and embarrassed, let out a groan and felt his face heat up.

“This is the worst thing that has happened in my life. Ever.” Tony snorted as he entered the bathroom fully and crouched down on knees that popped and clicked to squat in front of Peter.

Peter closed his eyes when Tony reached forward to rest his cool hand on Peter’s forehead and hum. “Running a little warm too. The nurse said food poisoning?”

“Ate Thai that had E.Coli,” Peter said and then gagged at the thought, hanging his head back over the toilet to spit out bile. Tony moved his hand to rub up and down his back and made an empathetic noise.

“Just get it out buddy. Brucie’s waiting for us back at the tower with some anti-nausea meds for you and some fluids to help hydrate you.” Peter moaned and gagged again but nothing came up.

“Think I’m done,” he said a second later, wiping the tears of effort out of the corners of his eyes and letting Tony pull him to his shaky feet. The room spun briefly but he was able to keep most of his balance by leaning heavily on Tony’s arm. The walk to the car after signing out with the stunned secretary was a little blurry but soon he was ensconced in the darkness of the Roll’s that Happy favored driving lately.

Ignoring everything around him, Peter let his face fall to the cool, supple leather and he let out a sigh of contentment. He heard a chuckle before the emesis bag was pushed back into his slack grip with instructions to “Use that if you need to Bambino,” but Peter thought he might be done for a while.

Finally cool and mostly comfortable, Peter fell into a light doze, looking forward to spending the rest of his day cuddled up in a blanket under an AC vent in the penthouse sleeping and watching bad movies with his mentor.

#summer of whump 2021 #Prompt: Food Poisoning #spider man #irondad #summerofwhump #summerofwhump2

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dance me into love

(ao3) a warmup i wrote before i tackle my bigger wips. 1k of soft flirting haha

Dex’s moment of clarity comes to him mid-kegster, of all places. And although it’s slightly ironic, he’s not surprised. There’s something mystical about kegsters– a certain magic in the air that can only be curated by the mix of free-flowing alcohol, the liminality of midnight hours, and music that your body feels more than hears. If anything, he almost gets more drunk on that than the tub juice.

He’s just past tipsy, slightly more sober than Nursey, and they’re both swaying to the upbeat pop song that’s blasting through the speakers. Dex barely has to lean in for Nursey to hear him, and the proximity is intimate in a way he never thought possible for the two of them, and yet. Here they are.

“You’ve got a pretty good sense of rhythm,” Nursey is saying over the music, “You know. For a white guy.”

Dex rolls his eyes and shoves him playfully. “You’re not so bad yourself, for a klutz.”

It’s a million times lighter and friendlier than anything he ever directed at Nursey their freshman year, and also a million times fonder. The realisation makes Dex smile.

“I was kinda expecting better moves from you, Nurse. I mean, you have had three years to get on my level,” he continues, then grins before moving his body in the most embarrassing ways he can think of.

Nursey laughs then schools his face into as serious of an expression as he can. His lips are twitching, though, and there’s a glint in his eye that Dex recognises from all the times they’ve chirped and challenged each other. “You think you’re a better dancer than me, bro?”

Dex scoffs and doesn’t even try to fake his smugness. “I know so.”

“Oh, you wanna go?” Nursey says, wiggling his eyebrows and grinning devilishly. “Dance-off, bro. You, me, right now.” Then without breaking eye contact with him, he brings his hands up to his armpits and slowly sticks out his head, before frantically flapping his arms and kicking his legs back.

Dex dissolves into laughter. Nursey’s jerking his head back and forth and spinning on the spot in a frantic imitation of a chicken, and Dex is shaking so much he has to hold himself against the wall to breathe.

“Stop!” he gasps. “Stop! This is a crime against dancers everywhere!”

Nursey just grins and shakes his head. “Chill, Dexy, I gotta let the world see these sweet moves,” he says before starting to punch his arms out into the air.

Dex starts to protest some more, but then he hears an indignant, “That was my fucking face!” which only sets him off again. Trust Nursey to hit some poor stranger.

“Oh, shit, my bad,” Nursey says, and the music drowns out the rest of his apologies. Dex has to wipe a tear from his face, and he’s laughing so hard that he loses his balance and stumbles backwards. Thankfully he doesn’t hit anyone and catches himself against the wall.

“Who’s the klutz now?” Nursey muses as Dex brushes himself off.

“Fuck off, Nurse,” he says without bite. But then he makes the mistake of looking at Nursey.

He sees his eyes shining with mirth, softer around the corners with laugh lines, his lips caught between words of exasperation and suppressing a laugh, sees the fondness he’s seen whenever he’s managed to make him smile.

But it’s then, God, it’s then– that Dex realises: it’s the same fondness he’s seen on Chowder. And Bitty. And his mom, and Jack, and Farmer, and Shitty and Lardo, and–

He almost stumbles again.

Nursey catches him by the arm. “Woah, steady there,” he says, “Do we need a Dex patrol now, captain?”

Dex barely registers his words, still processing the millions of thoughts racing through his mind. He stares at Nursey in shock. “Oh my god,” he says softly. And when his brain finally catches up, he says it again. Smiling, this time. “Oh my god, you’re in love with me.”

Nursey blinks. “What?” he says. He looks just confused and happy enough that Dex almost misses the panic in his eyes. But he doesn’t, and he knows Nursey heard him.

“You’re in love with me,” he says to himself, a little dizzy, a little giddy. He shakes his head and looks at Nursey. He can’t stop staring at Nursey.

"What?" Nursey is saying, and the panic is still there but so his smile, and it's growing, because Dex’s is too. "What?"

Dex reaches a hand up to Nursey’s neck and gently tugs him towards him. Nursey’s eyes go wide. But he goes willingly, and Dex’s chest goes warm. “I said,'' he starts, close enough for Nursey to hear, but far enough that he can still take in his whole face, “You’re in love with me.” He might be blushing, but he’s never been so sure of something, and he can’t look away from Nursey. Funny, clumsy, beautiful, loving Nursey, who’s stuck halfway between mortified and hopeful.

Nursey swallows. "No, I'm not," he says, but they both know he's lying.

Dex feels his smile grow up to his ears. “Yes, you are,” he says matter-of-factly. He brings a hand to Nursey’s waist and pulls them closer together. Nursey braces himself against the wall and Dex grins wider. “Face it, Nurse, you’re in love with me.” He’s lightheaded from the realisation, and he has to stop himself from yelling it to the world. Because each time he says it, his chest tightens and he’s almost full to bursting with love. “I know you’re in love with me.”

Nursey sticks out his chin defiantly, staring at Dex full-on. “So what if I am?” But his eyes are shining, and he tentatively puts an arm around Dex, bringing them closer until their noses brush.

“That’s embarrassing,” Dex says, leaning towards him ever so slightly.

“You’re embarrassing,” Nursey says, but the chirp falls flat because Dex has long since learned to recognise his blushing.

He pulls him closer until his lips are hovering just an inch away from Nursey’s. “Hm, eloquent.”

Nursey laughs a little breathlessly. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” And Dex laughs too.

“You know what, Poindexter?”

“What, Nurse?”

“You can go fuck yourself.” Then Nursey kisses him, and the world around them melts away. They meet in the middle, and where Nursey is touching him, Dex’s skin is aflame.

Nursey pulls away to breathe, looking every bit as flustered and giddy as Dex feels. “Okay, maybe I am in love with you.”

Dex kisses him again, and he’s smiling so much it hurts. “Good,” he says against his lips. “I’m in love with you too.”

And the smile that Nursey gives him is so blinding that Dex has to kiss him again. And again. And again.

#li writes #omgcp #nurseydex

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sweets-r-cool · 4 years

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Domestic Bakugo x reader- Fight

I’m in the mood to write angst- so- i want to write fluff one day tho

In which Bakugo finds that he messed up in the way he treated his wife and children...

The one big thing you regretted about this, was that your kids had to watch.

Katsuki sat there, looking as uninterested as always as you yelled. You told him so many times in a regular time, but it never meant anything to him. Everything was so much harder because you’d had kids at a younger age then you thought.

You loved them, no matter what, it was just so unexpected and new. You weren’t prepared and neither was Katsuki.

In the end, you had to do everything. Take and pick the kids up from school, make all their meals, attend all their parent-teacher meetings, make sure they were okay. Hero work became almost more like a hobby then a job for you. You’d only do it when they were at school and the rest of your day would be spent for them and with them. You loved it, but you also needed help.

What was the point of having kids with Katsuki if you were raising them all on your own? You didn’t even have dinner together, he’d either be out drinking with his friends, already ate before coming home, or didn’t feel like and would go straight to bed.

You were sort of used to it at this point, but your kids deserved a father too. They deserved to know that you both loved them. You hated when they’d be asking when Katsuki was coming home, or when and if their dad was gonna have dinner with them.

You thought maybe a dog would make up for the missing love in their lives, and maybe a cat would let them get used to the tsundere trait.

Yet, that only added more to your plate. You loved the animals like your own children, just now you had more to clean up after and a dog to walk at least every two days.

You realized maybe the animals were for your sake too.

You began losing sleep, which was fine because you’d do anything for your children to be happy and you used to enjoy hero work, both paper and physical.

However, you could only take so much.

You asked Katsuki to pick your kids up since you got caught up with a villain, only to find out later around 5 pm he had yet to pick them up. You didn’t even find out from Katsuki, you found out from Katsuo, your 12 year old son. You ended up getting them both phones that day.

Katsuki had left Katsuo and your daughter, Asami who’s only 6 years old, at school until 5 pm.

You asked him why, and all he said was, “I was busy.”

You were really being pushed over the edge. All you did was glare and tell him, “Okay, well, maybe you could’ve told me so I could’ve got someone else to pick them up.”

He just grunted in response and went to bed.

The bottles of wine in your house began to look a lot more appetizing and tempting, but still, you refrained for the sake of your children. You settled at your desk, seeing Katsuki’s lump of a body buried under the blankets.

You turned on the dim lamp that sat on the desk beside you and began filling out paper work on the villain you apprehended earlier that day. It wasn’t long before you heard a grunt from the only other person in the room.

“Y/n,” Katsuki groaned, squinting his eyes, “turn off the lamp, I can’t sleep.”

You sighed, and reached for the lamp. You picked up your laptop, papers, and moved to the living room. You gave in to the temptation of the wine, but just a glass.

After an hour or so, you were finalizing a few parts, the cat rested up beside you after finally knocking off it’s annoying way of gaining your attention, walking all over your laptop.

Your son came in looking very tired with bags under his crimson red eyes. His spiky h/c looking even more messy than normal. He rubbed his eyes to see if it was actually you and it wasn’t just how sleepy he was, “Mom? What are you doing?”

Your gaze snapped up to him and he noticed the state of the bags under your own eyes. “Oh,” you smiled tiredly at him, “just finishing some work is all.”

At that he frowned, “Can’t you do it in the morning? And why out here, it’s always cold?”

You gulped, laughing nervously, “Well, I’m just busy in the morning.”

Katsuo wasn’t impressed, “Why doesn’t dad help you?”

“Well you know, Katsuo,” you gestured for him to come over to you, glad he was such an affectionate mommy's boy. “Your father is busy too, he’s a hero, he needs his rest.” You said as he sat beside you and you hugged his head, smiling about how you knew he cared.

“Yeah, but mom, you’re a hero too, and dad is always busy. When’s the last time you stopped for yourself,” Katsuo said, his frustration that had built up was clear.

You pet his head, smiling as he looked up at you. “Katsuo, I’m your mother, so no matter how much pressure I’m under, I’m gonna make sure I’m there for you. I don’t want to go to work if you guys are hungry or need help with your homework.”

Katsuo had snuggled into you and by the time you realized you’d been combing through his hair, you also realized he had fallen asleep. It wasn’t long before you did too.

The next day was a weekend, so after moving Katsuo to his bed, you let him and your daughter sleep in. On the other hand, Katsuki was up and you had it, so you were going to get him to listen whether you had to yell or not.

You did start off quiet and calm, but it seemed like your point wasn’t getting across but the fact you were about to breakdown was. “Katsuki, do you understand- what it’s like,” you began having to breathe more often as the tears rolled down your cheeks, “to have to tell your children that their dad loves them... because he can’t?! Except you can! It’s not like you’re not here anymore! You’re here physically but you’re not here for the family!”

Your head was pounding just like your chest. Everything felt so hot and so freezing cold at the same time.

He tried arguing back, saying you weren’t the only one sacrificing things for the family, and where else would you get the money to provide for your children.

“All I’m asking is you need to be more considerate! I never know if I should save you a plate or not because I don’t know when your coming home and if you’ll even want to eat! Katsuo and Asami don’t know if they’ll even get to see their father each night!” you scoffed, trying to catch your breath, “It doesn’t even matter if you ignore me, but our children deserve a dad who they know they can go to. Your presence shouldn’t be a privilege, it should be normal!”

Katsuki remained quiet, only sighing every once and a while and shifting in his seat.

“You don’t go to any of their school events or performances. You don’t even... you don’t even pick them up or... or say goodnight!” you ran out of space to say anymore words, only able to cry, falling into a small balled up mess of tears on the floor. “You... you...”

“M-Mom?” Katsuo’s voice snapped you out of it, taking your red face out of your hands.

It left a cold, sharp bitter taste in your being for him to see you like this. Asami was an extremely deep sleeper and she was only six, so you were a little glad she wasn’t.

That didn’t change the fear in Katsuo’s face and the heavy pounding in your chest. You felt so lightheaded, so nauseous. You basically stumbled to Katsuo, cupping his cheeks between your hands with the best smile you could muster at the moment. “Katsuo, I need you to... t-take care of your sister, alright? Th-this won’t be the last time you see me, I promise, just take care each other, alright?” you sniffled and hugged him when he nodded shakily. “C-Call me if you need to.”

You stood up, and grabbed you keys walking to the door.

Katsuki’s voice rang out from behind you, “Y/n, where are you going?”

“I don’t know, just not here right now,” you said, swiftly walking to the door.

“Don’t drive when you’re like that,” he called.

You turned and furrowed your brows, tilting your head with your hand on your hip. “Fine.” you agreed, just because you didn’t want your children worrying that bad. “I’m calling Ochako,” you pulled out your phone.

Katsuki sighed, staying silent for a little while before speaking up, “She’s out of state on a mission.” He knew because she was in the same agency as him.

You sighed, frustrated, “Then I’ll call Deku, or Shouto, whatever. I’m leaving.”

You turned back around and left, slamming the front door behind you.

The next day, everyone at the agency could tell Ground Zero was out of it. Stumbling over air, mumbling incomprehensible words, and spacing out. Not to mention, the look on his face wasn’t a scowl, but rather a face of fear and maybe... regret?

During his lunch break, Katsuki found himself huddled, crouched over, at the back of his hero agency’s building, his head rested against his arm on the wall. The explosive hero was scrolling through old photos of you and his kids, he realized how much he missed all of you, how much of an ass he was, and how bad the feeling on regret weighed on his shoulders. He sighed, turning and sliding down the wall rubbing his temples with one of his hands, the other clicked on Kirishima’s contact.

“Bro.” Kirishima greeted from the other side.

“I fucked up.”

“Yeah, you did.”

#domestic katsuki bakugo #bnha bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo x reader #bakugo x reader #my hero acadamy #mha #bhna #boku no hero academia #angst #reader insert #Bakugo fucked up

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