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runicarbiter02 · 11 months

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Helllooo! Request are open and I'm running over here. Can I request hdc for alejandro vargas and ghost, being jealous because there crush is a little bit touching with another men. Thank youu honey.

A/N: This is definitely an interesting one! I'd be happy to write these for you, since you specifically specified them, I'll just do them for this one. :) I hope you enjoy, darling! I'm still learning how to write for Ale, so I apologize if he's a bit OOC! Also, thank you all for over 1,000 notes on my first headcanon request! I am so, so happy you all are liking the post! ~ Hannah

ALEJANDRO VARGAS

I imagine with Alejandro, this would be a slow burn friends to lovers sort of situation. You, Alejandro, and Rudy have all been friends since you all joined up together. Alejandro has always been on the flirtier side with most people, which is why whenever he flirts with you, you don't tend to think much of it. That's just who he is, right?

Los Vaqueros had just gotten a new member, a young, handsome man in his mid-twenties. He's conventionally attractive and funny, which some of the other women definitely admire, but your thoughts are elsewhere. Unfortunately - or fortunately, if you look at it a certain way - you were assigned to show him around the base and get him up to speed.

Cut to the both of you in the mess hall on base, chattering away. Alejandro sees the both of you, and his blood boils. Who does this hijo de puta think that he is?

What really pisses him off is when the young man leans in, saying something that makes you laugh and you playfully shove him away with a coy smile. Alejandro quickly storms out, furious with the young man, but furious with himself for getting so upset.

He doesn't realize you follow him out until he feels your hand on his shoulder.

"Ale? What's wrong, hermano?" If only you knew how much he hated that nickname coming from your lips.

When he turns, one look at how concerned you are, and all his frustrations come spilling from his lips. He's just about to brush it off as him being silly when you don't respond right away before a laugh is erupting from you.

"Ale, he's not into me. He's just friendly. I thought he was flirting with me earlier, but he let me know that he's no even interested in sexual stuff. He's ace," You reassure, and suddenly, Alejandro feels ridiculously stupid. But that falls aside when you stand on your toes and brush a kiss to his cheek. "Now come on, cariño, you need to eat." His eyes follow you as you return to the mess hall, and he's stunned into silence.

Maybe he feels a little less bad about getting jealous.

SIMON "GHOST" RILEY

This man hates his jealousy. Despises it.

But, it's a part of him nonetheless, and it's something he has to live with.

I imagine it as quiet, little things around base that really gets to him: you're a medic, a really good one at that, and the men absolutely love you for how kindly you treat them all. You have patience, but you aren't afraid to bark orders at them if they're acting out of place.

"MacTavish, if you rip your stitches one more time, I'll kick your ass into next fucking week." "Captain, I don't care if you have more paperwork to do, get your ass in bed before I drag you there myself." "Hold still or I will personally strap you to this cot myself, rookie."

Your feisty nature and take-no-shit attitude is absolutely what drew him to you initially. Cue almost a year of pining on his end, and on your end, but not to his knowledge.

The final straw that ultimately cracks his resolve is a young sergeant that is trying to flirt with you while you stitch up a bullet wound on his side. It's obvious you're just being polite as you accept his compliments and hum in response at his attempts at flirting, but it still rubs Simon the wrong way.

Simon's jealousy is quiet, boiling, settling in the center of his chest. Every touch of yours against the sergeant's skin merely stokes the flames, but he does nothing, continuing to brood in the corner. He waits until you're done, shooing the young man off with a half-assed threat of harm if he ruins his stitches. That's when you finally notice him.

"Ghost, what have I told you about lurking in my med bay?" You tease softly before taking note of the hard look in his eyes. Slowly, you put two and two together, chuckling softly. "Ah, I see. C'mere, big guy."

He isn't mad. Not at all. All he can think about is that young man, who has all he doesn't: charm, good looks, youth, and the blessing of a childhood unscarred by a demon of a father. Simon isn't so lucky.

He can't stop himself as he follows your instructions, stepping into your office and taking a seat at your desk as you close the door. You sit on top of your desk and smile down at him before you hold out your hand expectantly. He furrows his brows but gives you his hand anyway, grumbling something about how he "doesn't know where your filthy mitts have been."

As soft kisses are pressed to his knuckles, however, he goes quiet. "Silly, jealous man. Can't even see that I look at you the same way you look at me. Eyes of a hawk, my ass," You tease.

He turns every shade of red beneath his damn balaclava, and you're damn certain to tease him about it as he melts back into the seat.

Hijo de puta - Son of a bitch

Hermano - Brother

Cariño - Honey; dear

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parmmykitty · 4 months

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I'm genuinely so excited to write this! I've been thinking about how this would play out for days! I was thinking about posting a ghost per day and posting the ending on Christmas to follow the story.

The R.P.D. Christmas Carole

Scrooge!Wesker x Secretary!Reader pt.1

Whispers filled the R.P.D. as Albert Wesker walked into work. As he made his way to his office many of the new hires this year were being warned about his behavior. While for the majority of the year Wesker could be described stern, but during the holiday season his mood seemed to sour dramatically. Even those who could claim to be friendly with Wesker tended to leave him be during December. However, with today being Christmas Eve his mood couldn't have been any worse.

"Seriously, don't mess with Wesker today. You'll just add gas to the fire."

"Avoid him at all costs, Rookie. Or else he'll make you work tomorrow."

"I feel so bad for his secretary. Poor thing has been forced to work on Christmas for the last 5 years because of him."

Wesker glared at the gossipers as he passed by. His mood slightly worsening with their audacity to not even hide who they were talking about. Wesker picked up his pace to his office in hope of some peace and quiet.

As Wesker opened the door to the S.T.A.R.S. office his frown only deepened. Christmas decorations were everywhere. Not only was their a wreath on his office door but also a vintage ceramic Christmas tree on his secretary's desk. The other members of S.T.A.R.S. at least had the sense of mind to hide their candy canes and cookies that they were sharing with each other. "And who put this on my door?" Everyone quieted and acted like scolded children. "Well?" He crossed his arms.

"That would be me, sir." Wesker turned to your desk. At first he couldn't believe that you were the one to put that thing on his door, but your eyes showed a little regret. As he looked at you intensely you started to nervously rub your hands together.

Silently he turned to his door and without looking at you, "all these decorations better be gone in 10 minutes. Including your silly tree." He closed his door for a reprieve from his coworkers.

As his door shut everyone let out a sigh. Usually, Wesker was viewed as almost the dad of S.T.A.R.S., but Christmas brought out the worst in him. Anything that the S.T.AR.S. did for the holidays had to be almost undercover. If Wesker even sensed something festive near him he old shut it down immediately.

"I told you he would hate it," Chris collapsed on his chair and pulled his hot chocolate from under his desk. The others moved back to their own desks to get out their own holiday snacks.

You let out a sad sigh before getting up take down the wreath. "I know, but I hoped he would be better this year. He seemed to really enjoy Halloween and liked the Thanksgiving food."

"'Enjoyed'? Did we see the same Wesker? He sat in the corner and didn't even have a costume." Taking the wreath off his door and hiding it behind your own desk. "I mean don't get me wrong I love the guy, but he really doesn't do holidays." Jill walked over to help you take out the plastic ornaments from your ceramic tree before putting the tree away in an empty filing cabinet.

You shrugged at Chris, "at least he showed up. That was kinda a first. Usually he doesn't."

Suddenly the door opened and in came and a man walked into the room. "Hello, how can I help you?" You sat down at your desk to greet him.

"Hello, may I speak to your captain? I would like to ask for donations for Christmas gifts to the Raccoon City Orphanage." Almost everyone in the room winced.

"I can ask for you, sir. I'm not quite sure he's in the best of moods right now." You heard Jill say something under her breath that sounded awfully sarcastic before the man replied, "Oh no! I have to be the one to ask. I have mastered at tugging on people's heartstrings." You let him into Wesker's office before sitting stiffly back at your desk.

"Poor guy." You all shook your heads before turning to the window into his office. Everything was quiet for a few minutes before the man calmly walked out of the room again.

The man seemed to be trembling in his winter boots before he calmed down. "I'm so sorry sir. Please, let me donate some under his name." He walked over to you relieved. "The captain is a little testy this time of year, so please, don't think less of him." You pull out your wallet and give him a twenty. "I know its not much, but have a good day." The man thanked you for your kindness before leaving.

"You're too nice to Wesker sometimes, you know." You look over at your wreath before shaking your head.

"He's probably so mean this time of year for a reason. And he's my friend; I've known him for years. If I don't have his back, who does?"

The rest of the day went by as slowly as every other Christmas Eve spent at work. As the day went by everyone had gone home leaving you alone with Wesker. For the whole day he had only left his office a few times before quickly going back in. When 10pm came around you shut everything down and got ready to leave for the day. You knocked on Wesker's door before letting yourself in.

"I'm leaving for the day, sir." Wesker continued to work without looking up at you.

"Leaving? Already?" You rolled your eyes since he wasn't looking at you.

"It's ten o'clock already, sir. My shift ended two hours ago." He put his papers and pen before finally meeting your eyes.

"Alright. Be here tomorrow at 10." You could've cried right then and there. Yet another year of Christmas at work. There was no way you were going down without a fight.

"Tomorrow is Christmas, sir." He started to collect his things and put on his wool trenchcoat.

"Yes. That's why I said 10 instead of 8." You both walked out of his office and he locked his door. You went to your own desk and got your things together. If you looked at him you would start crying, so you kept your eyes down.

You heard the door close behind you and you finally let a few tears go. Of course, you were expecting this but it still hurt.

As you left the R.P.D. you tried your best to let everyone's cheer that you passed on the street to pick up your own mood. Walking to work was always hard in the winter, but always lifted your spirits with all the decorations and carolers you would pass by. As you got home you hoped tomorrow wouldn't be too bad.

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starglitterz · 1 year

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serendipity. (i)

─── chapter 1 ! ~ a fresh start (and a terrible first impression)

summary; when you, a waitress at the local coffee shop, are paired up with the new recruit scaramouche, you’re pretty sure both of you are going to get fired within a week. he’s just quit being a social media influencer and after being forced to work here to make ends meet, he’s ready to let everyone there know how much he hates it. the worst part? you can’t shake the feeling that you know him from somewhere. but as he slowly warms up to you, scaramouche realises that having a fresh start isn’t that bad after all, and perhaps the two of you meeting like this was pure serendipity.

a/n; tumblr doesn't let me fit 6 million pics per post so everything is collaged :) it reads in the direction

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it’s been a pretty relaxed day at komore teahouse, with a steady stream of customers who weren’t anything you and yoimiya couldn’t handle. dusk has already fallen, and you’re all closing up the shop while also preparing to meet the rookie. to be honest, you’re pretty surprised ayaka was the one brought up hiring someone new; komore rarely took in new recruits, and the business was small but well-run as proven by its popularity, with all the employees treating each other like family. hence the reason for your excitement, as the only reason ayaka gave you for the sudden decision was a cryptic explanation of ‘a friend called in a favour’.

the familiar chime of the entrance doorbell reverberates throughout the empty cafe just as you finish wiping down the last table. yoimiya turns to you, eyes lighting up at the sound, “he must be here!” ayaka and thoma both rush to the front as well, with ayaka smoothing invisible creases from her perfectly ironed skirt and thoma dusting off crumbs from his apron. he beams and gives you a thumbs up, “nice work today,” to which you smile and return the gesture, “same to you, i swear the desserts smelled even better than usual.” “shush, he’s coming in!” ayaka hushes the both of you like a mother reprimanding her noisy children, and yoimiya can’t help but snicker, prompting you to shoot her a joking glare.

the man who appears in front of you is nothing like what you imagined. to be totally honest, you yourself aren’t sure what was your first thought when ayaka mentioned a new colleague, but it certainly wasn’t this. his shockingly purple hair is cropped right above his ears, and his eyes are outlined in red. his outfit is stylish, and you think you recognise some of the clothes from a fashion magazine you were browsing a while ago, which begs the question; if he’s rich enough to afford those, why is he working at a cafe? what shocks you the most, though, is the slightest hint of displeasure on his expression, with his lips already downturned into a frown as he scans the room. you think you might just be reading too much into it, he probably just has an rbf.

his gaze travels uninterestedly over the three of you before finally settling on ayaka, “you must be the one in charge?” the way he phrases it comes off as more of a statement than a question, as if he hadn’t even considered the possibility that he may be wrong. that already rubs you the wrong way, but you try to convince yourself not to let your opinion of him be swayed too quickly - maybe he’s just awkward. though you’re quite sure ayaka is surprised by his demeanour too, she manages to maintain a warm smile and reply, “yes, i’m kamisato ayaka, the owner of komore teahouse. and you must be scaramouche, our newest recruit. welcome to the family!”

the three of you echo the sentiment with matching grins, but his fiery stare stops you short as you’re about to introduce yourself. “i have no interest in being part of this…” he waves his hands in the air to illustrate his point, “so-called family.” to say your jaw drops would be an understatement. “i’m only here because i need a job. i will do what my contract requires and collect my payment, that’s it.” his continuation only serves to make you more confused, but also lights a fire in you. this stranger has no right to come into your cafe and act this selfish and entitled and rude and- you already have a long list of choice adjectives you’d use to describe him.

yoimiya is gaping openly at him, not even bothering to hide her shock, and so is thoma. you’re not sure what you look like right now but you’re pretty certain you’re mirroring their expressions. ayaka is the only one who still remains calm and collected, the very picture of demureness. “understandable. we all have bills to pay,” she smiles, but it doesn’t meet her cold eyes, and her tone is edged with ice beneath the friendliness, “but i expect you to do this job to the best of your ability, or you will be dismissed. you will start from monday.” he tips his chin up, jutting it out slightly as if to grudgingly accept her win this time, “fine.”

without another word, he turns around sharply and walks out, exhibiting not even a hint of hesitation. as the doorbell jingles once more to signify his exit, the entire quartet is so quiet you could hear a pin drop. until yoimiya, the bravest among all of you, breaks the silence with a “what on earth just happened?”

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kettlefire · 2 years

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Chapter 2 for my story based on this post by @rainybyday ! The story isn't finished yet, but I figured I'd post chapter 2, but any further chapters won't be posted on here.

I've uploaded the story both on Fanfiction.net and Ao3, linked accordingly.

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Danny isn't really one to complain. It's not like he doesn't have things he wants to get out, but he knows there isn't really anyone who could complain to. Everyone has their problems, and issues that they are dealing with. So why would he unload his own problems onto someone else?

So, he doesn't. Every time he's friends ask him how he's doing, it's always the same answer. Just fine. It's not like he really wants to, Danny never really has the urge to vent out his feels. So, it makes it easier if he just hides it from people. He didn't want to questions, or the probing, if he's having a bad day. He had enough of it his first year as phantom.

He settled into an easy routine. Working through the new life of being the Ghost King, keeping an eye out for any straying ghosts causing havoc, and trying to balance it all with his home life. It's not like his home has changed much in the last few years. Jazz was stressing about college, about to graduate and be off to one of her dream schools. His parents, however, have only gotten worse.

He assumed the changes he's implemented as king would help ease the Fenton's stress and worry, but it only made it worse. Jack and Maddie seemed more frazzle as every, building new prototypes on a daily, and mumbling about something big. What it could be, Danny had no clue. It was weird having a tighter leash on the ghosts, fewer interruptions during his day, but his life didn't settle down.

Not with being King. Not with his parents. Not with the few ghosts who only wanted to end of the world.

"Be home right afterschool, we don't want you wondering about with all these out of towners."

Maddie didn't like Vlad's events. It always rubbed her the wrong way that all these people that don't live there, or plan to, were occupying the streets for about a week. The way she regarded the business-men was to similar to the way people regard teenagers evading their state for spring break.

Not that Danny really blamed her, a lot of the men who came through hated Amity. They were there for one thing, appearances. They hated the small town for all it's oddities, and they didn't exactly treat the citizens with much respect. Thing was, they aren't dangerous. They aren't dangerous to your average civilian, so they weren't going to be dangerous to a super-powered being.

Jack, on the other hand, viewed it as an opportunity to get their name out there. It never worked.

"Danny, we still on for movie night?"

That was kind of the only times they hung out these days. Sam and Tucker still helped him sometimes, but Danny wasn't going to pull them into his supernatural world when they had other things to worry about. Sam was already prepping her college applications, looking forward to being accepted to a variety of colleges. NYU being her top favorite.

Tucker was holding off until the start of his Senior year before focusing on colleges. Even though he was doing plenty of extra-circulars that would look great on his application, it wasn't what he was aiming for. He was just finding things to fill his time, to engage in his love for tech.

Danny on the other hand, if he wasn't home, he was in the Zone. If it wasn't those two places, it was one of the few movie nights they have. He can't say he really minded. The few things he was passionate about he would just do when he was stuck at home. He didn't want a club, or group, to explore it with.

"Sorry, mom has me on a tight leash right now."

Stuck to a schedule isn't as bad as it might seem. Danny liked having more structure in his life, especially compared to when he first became Phantom, or when the ghosts started coming. The first two years were hectic. It was a good change that his third year was more relaxed. Less all over the place, he expects the trouble he ends up being in. He had time for the things he loves.

Like he's favorite pastime. Nightly meetings with Cujo.

It took some work, a lot of training, for Cujo to finally understand he couldn't come bursting into Danny's life whenever he missed him. They settled a compromise. Every night, at the same time, Danny would meet Cujo at their spot. Deep in the park, away from the streets, even with the unspoken curfew you could never be too safe.

After a taxing day, it was nice to know he had a chance to relax. To play with Cujo, and watch the small ghost light up when he arrived. Exacted and barely able to contain his powers.

If anyone asks, Danny didn't adopt Cujo. Cujo adopted him. Every since the first time they met, Cujo has always wanted to be around the halfa. Not that Danny minded, it was nice. Cujo was the only person in Amity Park that loved him for him. The puppy didn't care about Danny being a halfa, or his king status, all he carried about was making Danny smile. Being there for the human, his human.

Cujo was all Danny needed to get through his day. That was until the Cape Crusader.

Danny remembered the anxiety he felt when Batman first arrived, mostly scared that his secret was out. The justice League had found out about him. The relief he felt when he realized that wasn't the case was overpowering.

Then he realized, the hero was nothing like he expected.

Sam and Tucker had gone on hour-long debates and rants about the Dark Knight. He's friends were massive fans, and Danny was left to hear all about their findings. It was always a nice experience, watching the way his best friends could light up, and actually agree on somethings. However, because of this, he had a preconceived notion of what the vigilante would be like.

It wasn't what he found.

It wasn't a man who tried to stifle his laughs or smile. Someone who regarded Cujo with as much gentleness as one would approach a puppy. It was nice. It was comfortable.

Danny found himself relaxing in those moments.

He wouldn't want to admit it, but he was pleasantly surprised when Batman showed up the next time. Settling on the ground next to him, and greeting the hyper Cujo. It was strange how the night seemed to go faster with the older hero there. Danny found himself smiling more than he'd expected. Seeing the smile under the cowl was more than a surprise.

Then it kept happening.

Every night Batman would be there, arriving only moments after Danny settled down.

"No Cujo?" Danny glance up, smiling at the vigilante.

"Oh he's here, just fetching." Danny waved off in the distance. Cujo seemed a lot more energetic, Danny had settled for playing fetch.

Batman simply nodded. It was only their fourth night meeting up, and Danny already felt at ease with the man being there. It was nice to talk to someone who didn't know you. Didn't see you as the freak, or phantom, or a screw-up. All Batman saw was Danny, and he didn't seem to hate what he saw.

Why else would he keep coming?

It was comforting, unburdened. Batman never asked him about the strange things that occurred in this town, and Danny never asked him about his life in Gotham as a vigilante. They settled for easier topics. Danny would ask Bats about his family, if he had any kids, and life outside of his suit. Pulling back if he felt like he hit something he shouldn't.

Bats would ask him about school, his friends, and his family. Danny didn't realize how nice it was to have someone focus on you. Really focus on you. Notice when they are broaching a topic they shouldn't.

"I'm kind of worried I won't graduate."

Danny wasn't sure what spurred it on. Before he knew it, he was telling the man about one of his biggest worries. To be more specific, his biggest worry about his normal life.

"Why?"

Danny swallowed, glancing at the man. He wasn't met with what he's used to. Everyone at school, even his parents, always looked at him like he was an idiot. Like he's grades reflected his intelligence. Sam and Tucker used to always tell him that grades were stupid, they didn't mean anything. Thing was, they wouldn't get it. They'd get a very similar look when they tried to tutor him in something that was considered easy.

Tests, homework, all those things were just hard for him.

"My grades aren't great, my GPA is basically in the trash, and I'm in so many remedial classes that it's unlikely." Danny explained, picking at the grass as Bats took over fetch duty. "I'm thinking of just getting my GED, I'm not great at tests, but I think I'd rather take that ten times that redo senior year when the time comes."

When Danny looked back up, Bats was regarding him with a small smile. Completely open and understanding. In any other situation, Danny wouldn't be surprised if he teared up. But he didn't. He couldn't.

"I might have exceled in school, but plenty of my children didn't. Statistics and grades don't mean much when it comes to what you really do. You don't have to graduate to be brilliant. In this small time, I already know you're one of the smartest kids I know."

The way Danny's core hummed in his chest was almost deafening to his ears. It was strange, but completely comforting, to be able to do this. Talk about mundane things and not be greeted with judgement.

The amount of times he tried to mention it to others, he always felt judged. If it wasn't the question of how he was the stupid on of his smart family, than it was why he was so worried about it when he was a king. Halfa or human, Danny didn't want to drop his normal life. He didn't want to be absorbed into being a full-time ghost king until the day he finally died. Completely and wholly.

Danny didn't want to analyze why he felt strange when he left that night. The way his core thrummed in a different way the further he got from the vigilante. He didn't want to dissect any of it, because he didn't want to taint it. He has a large problem when it comes to overthinking things. He could twist things every which way and screw up a good thing.

He wasn't going to do that. Not this time. He knows Batman's time in Amity park was going to come to an end. Vlad only hosted for a week. It was already night four, and he expected the crusader to head back to his home. Danny knows obligations, Gotham was the place Batman haunts. Just like Danny haunts Amity Park.

Even as he settled into bed that night, he's mind was mostly on one thing. The destressing he got the past few nights. The long hours of just talking away as if the world didn't exist. As if they didn't have obligations, or reasons to step away.

He didn't feel like he was talking to a vigilante. Even when Bats choose his words carefully, not reveal too much about himself. Even when Danny caught himself just before he slipped a detail. It didn't feel like he was in the presence of a hero who has saved the world plenty of times.

It felt like he was just talking to someone else. Someone who wanted to get to know him. In a way a lot of people don't.

When Danny awoke later, just as his alarm blared, he didn't think about Batman. Instead, he actually thought about how he was going to hand school. He had input from someone who had know clue where he was in life, or academically. He actually felt like he had the strength to sit his parents down and tell them. Tell them that it was likely when his senior year rolled around he wasn't going to have enough credits to graduate.

The idea of taking the GED seemed a lot less daunting.

Danny wondered if Batman would be interested in playing tutor. The man had mentioned being relatively well in school, graduating from one of the golden universities. Mentioned having homeschooled a few kids, helping them with homework. If the vigilante didn't mind, Danny might propose the idea.

Thing was, Danny didn't feel scared to ask for help from Bats. Not the same way he felt when he had to ask his parents for something, or when he had to go to Jazz. He didn't feel like a bother. Not with the smile he was greeted with whenever he mentioned something, or asked for advice.

He felt easier getting through his classes knowing he had a back-up plan. He didn't have to stress that his life would be over the day he was denied his diploma. At least not for him. He still felt apprehensive of how he's family was going to take it.

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mewguca · 10 months

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1 and 22!!

1. Could be a lot of characters really but I guess the main two are both good candidates here

though of course everyone's interpretations are gonna be different and headcanons influence that a lot too!

I think a lot of people tend to write off the depth of these two though, and not necessarily on purpose...

A lot of people think of Moon as being the sweet type who's secretly scary when mad and super strong blablabla but...like

she wasn't able to stand up to her own brother until it was too late...She's a very passive person. She kept trying passive means of getting him to stop until she finally forced a communication that just resulted in him getting mad at her and blaming her for ruining everything...as an admin over Pebbles she realistically had the power to try to stop things much sooner or more forcefully

but she just isn't really a forceful person...she isn't secretly really powerful and strong and someone you shouldn't mess with...she's just tired and sad and irritable and frustrated and hurt but trying her best to be happy and live as well as she can

She tries really hard to be kind and good and fair and do her job properly and be helpful...

And maybe that's good enough, idk...it makes me feel better at least

That maybe you don't have to be secretly really strong or whatever for people to take you seriously and respect you. Maybe it's okay to be weak and kind. idk

And Pebbles...he has a lot of remorse for his actions. The guilt is literally eating him up from the inside. He's not just mean and angry and hates everyone!!!! He just is incapable of asking for help. He's too prideful. But he's prideful in the sense that he cannot stand anyone looking down on him or pitying him...and he can't admit he was wrong. So he just kinda gives up. He resigns himself to his fate without even trying to reach out to his local group again and apologize...

He is clearly very pained thinking about what he's done. Even in arti's timeline, he remarks he hopes that [the rot] won't spread to moon. He's generally concerned about how she is doing, but he doesn't have the courage to ask. He's very scared, I think. He tends to internalize things and withdraw into himself. It makes the rot really fitting lol...

By the time he is able to accept asking you for help, his structure has started collapsing. It takes him a REEAAALLLY long time to overcome that flaw of his.

But I also really don't like the idea that he's some helpless little baby or whatever...it kinda diminishes the inner turmoil he is experiencing and the weight of his guilt. He did this. He hurt himself and his sister. He damaged things irreparably. To try and absolve him of his sins rubs me the wrong way. Pebbles is such a great character because he is flawed. Because he is not a good person. Because he does bad things and hurts others. Because that's how real people act. The exploration of his feelings of guilt and how he represses his emotions to try and cope with them would be far less interesting had he not done something substantial enough to warrant this sort of reaction...

So please don't try and take his agency away!

Of course I havent played saint yet (though ive read somewhat about it) and I can't always remember all the dialogues off the top of my head so take it with a grain of salt haha...

everyone will have different headcanons and views and stuff though haha once again...

lemme make another post for the other one...

#rambled eggs #talkstothemoon #sorry if i got anything wrong its um. kinda off the cuff here #and again just MY personal feelings n stuff yknow #pls dont take anythinf personally btw #it is very difficult to convey nuance in a couple of drawings or posts about a character #thats just kinda how it is

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Can I just say a lot of the complaining about Natalia really rubs me the wrong way? Like NO, nobody has to like her just because she’s a Female Character. YES, people are allowed to simply not vibe with a character. But… what is there to vibe with, one way or another? Across the episodes she appeared in, we learned her name, and her profession. That’s it. It’s genuinely part of what’s frustrating about the decision to tie her and Buck together for the ending. It makes the intended message that much clearer. They didn’t give her even two minutes of dating-montage things you might learn about a person. She’s an utterly blank slate, because she only exists to hammer home the hetero message. I can neither like or dislike her because we know nothing (and it’s not a fact of being a side character, we learned more about the lady whose husband died last ep in just a couple minutes). That’s kind of what’s so insulting about it all.

All opinions are welcome (as long as people leave the hostility at the door, which can be a big ask, apparently). I get where you're coming from, and I think it's probably in line with the majority opinion because MOST of us can separate actress just doing a job that she was paid to do vs. what her character brings to the story. No one HAS to like Natalia. No one HAS to hate Natalia. What people should be able to agree on without infighting (if the assumption/expectation was for the season to end with hope for Buddie) is that her presence had the opportunity to MEAN something. It should not have been used as an excuse to bring up Buck's relationships to/with other women because if you're gonna introduce this character as a POTENTIAL SERIES ENDING LOVE INTEREST she deserves to be given the kind of attention we saw devoted to TayKay even if there were only a few episodes in which to do it. Where was the conversation about Buck's anxiety/uncertainty surrounding death? Where was there a date in which they actually TALKED rather than Natalia learning things off screen (the first time) or by accident (when Lucy, TayKay via TV, and Kameron popped up)? Where was there even a line from Buck before the catastrophe where he told someone about not reaching out to Natalia after Kameron showed up unannounced (because if someone hadn't read the synopsis, adding her name to a scene would have at least left a little crumb to get back to later in the hour)? This is not, and should not, be a discussion about whether Natalia is likeable, and I've already got posts detailing the subtle differences between the s6 interaction and the one from s4, so no, it's not as simple as "a carbon copy of BT" - take, for example, that 6x18 being a possible series finale (vs s4 when the show was secure) meant Buckley-Diaz content was nowhere to be found. Because the takeaway was not supposed to be about that relationship. Just the ones the guys had found with other people. Other women, to be more specific. This is about the show putting out a product they ASSUMED the general audience (the millions not tumblr or twitter or even Facebook) would be okay with, yet they still somehow screwed it up by not actually putting in the proper effort along the way. People have spent YEARS complimenting 9-1-1 for being "above" such shoddy story telling. There's your proof that they are not. And just as an aside, though this ask was specifically about Natalia, if the worst thing you can say about Marisol is that her chemistry with her brother creeped you out, you don't actually have any kind of argument to make. How the show runner and directors interpreted that scene is not the fault of the character or the actress that was instructed to do everything that ended up on screen. And who knows, maybe she doesn't think it's weird either because not everyone automatically makes things sexual when talking about SIBLINGS.

#anonymous #tina speaks #tv: 911 #tv: 9-1-1 #bucktalia #buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley

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darkfire359 · 6 months

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the way Ed's plot was written in season 2 felt like a fanfic that I'd start to read but stop halfway through because I thought his character felt too different compared to what we know about Ed from season 1. So many missed opportunities and scenes played the wrong way. They wanted a lovely romance between two main characters who we love and instead turned a lot of people against them for various understandable reasons. I don't personally hate ed now but his character did rub me the wrong way in scenes, like I was expecting more of the type of person he was in season 1, but with some progress or hope of progress to his character and state of being after he'd regressed to the depressed state he was in. Instead he felt too different in certain aspects that were so important and understood during the first season. Was it that so much progress was as skipped over and done off screen? Maybe that's part of it. But if so there was a lot of very important work done off screen. I think it just didn't happen, really, and that's worse. While I think everyone moving on and repressing what happened is fine, it should still be addressed as a big issue that needs some resolving. Ed feeling awful about what he'd done was played way too insignificant. He had one talk with Fang and that's really it. If Ed feels so bad and doesn't want to be a pirate because he dislikes the life it leads, we should SEE that like we did in season 1. We should see guilt and shame and a want to become better and not immediately come back to the crew with a scripted speech for the funnies and barely show his remorse throughout the rest of the show. It's like there was too much to address and so little time, but I have doubts that they would have addressed it given more time. I think they wrote the season as they wanted it and it just so happened that it was in a way that was really disappointing to me.

Agreed. I think they could have kept the flippancy of the response to the Kraken era if they would have dialed down the impact of the Kraken era—not having Ed take the extra toes and shoot Izzy, not having Lucius end up on ships that assaulted him, not having the crewmembers have literal PTSD flashbacks, etc. Plenty of people wrote post-S1 fanfic where they skipped right over it and magically had everyone hanging out happily as a crew again, because sometimes that's just what you want to focus on. And they could have kept the intensity of the kraken era if they similarly focused on the aftereffects of the kraken era.

Instead they mixed the two and it just feels dissonant.

#edward teach #ofmd #ofmd season 2 spoilers

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strawberry-barista · 6 months

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{Concerning this new post, I figured I would talk a little bit about Decaf and Espresso and why they feel the way they do about each other.}

There was a series of non-canon events that took place in which Hope of @hopeful-hugz was injured. Not fully understanding the events that took place and having only witnessed the damage after the fact, Espresso formed a grudge against Hanekoma, insisting that Hanekoma purposefully didn't help and was incapable of protecting the ones he loved. While Hanekoma was hurt by these comments, he chose not to engage with Espresso about it and would simply deflect if ever caught in a conversation with him. This would further enrage the Composer and make him hate Hanekoma even more.

It came to light in a multiverse chat that Espresso had gotten everything mixed up, and very quickly and without much ceremony the whole issue was dropped, never to be brought up again. There was no sense of closure for Espresso, and the last he heard from that situation was that he was wrong and everyone was mad at him for being wrong. He apologized and the situation got dropped, and he never spoke to anyone about it again after that.

But since that's the case, he hasn't really had a chance to come to terms with that or make amends with Decaf. And there's still resentment lying there that comes off of all of the bad interactions they had with each other and how anticlimactic the whole apology situation was. He hasn't really had a chance to sit down and clean up his relationship with Decaf, so he still kind of hates him.

And while he accepts the fact that he really shouldn't be angry with Decaf anymore, since he can't move on from this either he still secretly takes pleasure in ruining his day, one way or another. He no longer actively attacks him in a public setting or goes out of his way to humiliate Decaf in front of others, but if he sees an opportunity to hurt Decaf, he will take it.

Espresso holds such resentment towards Decaf that he would actually go against his own policy and sleep with Eanas casually just to be able to rub it in Decaf's face that they'd been together. This is how deep his hatred runs.

Decaf on the other hand doesn't really hate Espresso at all, but he does get really frustrated with these kinds of antics.

#anonymity annoying me ⤙ooc⤚⚄#few lines of the sentence lie ⤙hc⤚⚄#is this a place to shine? ⤙post neo⤚⚄#expectancy supremacy ⤙composer verse⤚⚄#mentioned: hopeful hugz #mentioned: dandybarista #suggestive tw

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dimiclaudeblaigan · 11 months

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A moment of silence for the golden deer girls...

jk jk! Personally I don't really hate any characters (even Edelgard, but I DO hate her stans LOL )

so to sort of reframe it.. As a writer (and in your personal opinion) how would you improve Bernadetta and Marianne as characters?

And how did Hopes do better in regards to Bernadetta?

NGL I was pretty surprised when I found out how popular they were. Though I can see them working for the JP audience moreso than the Western audience.

Like I can see why some may not like Bernadetta and Marianne when they both have passive personalities , can be extremely pessimistic, and are so wrapped up in their own anxiety and trauma to the point they don't have the capacity to deal with everything else that's going on (That and the writers 100% treat Bernadetta as a joke). Whatever the reasons are it's valid, sometimes characters just dont work for someone!

With Marianne she improves if she survives to post time skip.

With Bernadetta it kinda does and doesn't? though I think she improves in her supports with Raphael and is much more tolerable (in general) in her supports with Leonie.

This is super old and I forgot to finish replying to it but! Look! I'm replying to it now!

Yeah see when it comes to EdeIgard I actually hated her but like... not with the same vitriol I do now because of the stans. I already found the writing for her to be bad (must I once again mention for the unknown amount of times: Ashnard lol), but then the way the stans who go far beyond "I like this character" shove what you already didn't like down your throat? Yiker pikers on a stick. It's one of those things where I didn't like her, but then the fans just made it so much worse. :/

I'm definitely not a fan of the GD girls lol. I mean like I probably said in the last ask response, I don't hate Lysithea or Hilda, but I don't have a strong attachment to them. Really it's GD in general I'm not that fond of, because the only characters I care about from that house nowadays are Lorenz and Claude, with a side of Ignatz lol. That is, I'm not big on Ignatz but I do like him and he'll always have a special little place in my heart for being my very first recruit in my very first playthrough.

For Bernadetta, I posted about her in response to this ask here.

With Marianne, it's not so much that I like, actively despise her. I don't like that she's just... extremely aggravating. She does get better post timeskip for sure, but pre-skip is just awful for me.

I get having anxiety and being afraid and all that, but she takes it too far. Her insistence that "something bad will happen" is used so much that it begins to feel like a poor excuse. On the writers' part, this is irritating because they could've written a character who had anxiety and just... had anxiety. Instead they gave her the whole backstory of thinking she's cursed. I feel that she would be more relatable if she was just a normal person with anxiety.

Because of the supposed "curse", she behaves rudely to people and cuts them off to "yell" at them (not literally yell, but I think you get what I mean?). People seem to give her a pass for usually saying "I'm sorry" before leaving, but it's so abrupt and someone will just be trying to talk to her and/or be nice to her, but she makes them feel bad for talking to her and trying to be nice.

I don't know that it was meant to be intentional on the writers' part, but it comes across as disgustingly manipulative, because that's what people do irl who are trying to garner sympathy. They play the woe is me part and apologize and all that, but it leaves their conversation partner feelings badly toward themselves for doing nothing wrong.

Typically conversations with Marianne are one-sidedly complimenting her and being super nice to her with nothing in return. She makes them feel bad about talking to her, then they compliment her and are still all nice to her. It rubs me the wrong way.

The thing about Houses' supports is that even if you get to the timeskip, if you have C and/or B conversations left, the characters' personalities will still be their pre-skip personalities. Even if she's grown in her timeskip personality, I still end up having to get through supports of her pre-skip personality during the second half of the game. It makes feeling better about her growth a lot more difficult.

And like I said, I don't straight up hate her... but her attitude in the first half of the game is definitely something I wouldn't be able to put up with if I knew her irl. It also gets to the point of being so over exaggerated that I don't feel sorry for her at all anymore. At first you're like oh poor girl, but then it happens so often and with so many characters that it just gets annoying and irritating. It's a boy who cried wolf situation.

I do think she was handled better than Bernadetta in the sense that she was definitely not played for laughs, but I think that's also because there's a huge gap in understanding between the mental illnesses they have. Anxiety is much more commonly understood nowadays, whereas agoraphobia isn't taken seriously and is usually written off as lazy people who just don't want to bother going out. Since it's also become a trope, whereas anxiety is seen irl as a more serious mental illness that is almost always coupled with depression (which makes it even more extreme), it's used as lol look I know that trope, rather than actually diving into what makes people behave like that.

Marianne has some similar problems that make me not like her as Bernadetta, but they're not entirely as bad, she does get much better development, and her situation isn't meant to be funny. I don't mind her being passive and pessimistic - I mean hell I'm super pessimistic irl, thanks society! - but it's the way she treats the people around her and uses the woe is me excuse every single time.

She doesn't want to feel responsible for something bad happening, so she instead puts those bad feelings onto everyone else so they instead feel poorly and she gets to feel better knowing "nothing bad happened". It's like, oh wow, now I feel so much better since I don't have to feel responsible if they die, even though now they're upset because they think they did something wrong when they didn't. It's extremely selfish and while sometimes being selfish isn't a bad thing, imo it kinda is when someone else gets hurt for the sake of oneself feeling better about the situation.

I agree that some characters aren't for everyone! While you don't have to hate the characters to not like them, there can be some that irk you and some you just aren't interested in (I mean take Raphael for instance. I don't care for him either way. He's a sweet guy and I wouldn't want him to die! I just don't have an interest in that type of personality for a character, and also because it's so immensely tropey with little else to him that I'm just very eh about him).

So yeah, Marianne is more along the lines of I can't stand her pre-skip but I can definitely tolerate and appreciate her post-skip. The supports just make it a lot more shaky because like I said, the way they work in Houses just makes the part of her I didn't like come right back instead of me getting to see just the development.

#DCB Ask

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tomanyships69 · 13 days

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Part 9 of my 911 watch through, had to take a break for a minute. I should have stayed off of 911twt tho.

Starting off with Abby narrating, I'd like to say that 911 twt pointed out she is 42...I knew Buck was 26, I thought she was supposed to be in her mid 30s. So I feel significantly more uncomfortable about their relationship.

Moving on to this poor guy that just wanted out of the rain. Like he's not going through enough already.

I hope he's okay.

And he is! Alive anyway, hopefully he has a speedy recovery.

Carla my beloved, and abby is there...

"Go be young while you still are" Carla sweetheart god bless you.

Damn these ladies are pretty (Hen and Athena) also I hate hen's ex more than I dislike hen right now. Like I love Hen but I have trouble forgiving cheating.

Athena is gettin some, good for her!

This kid is 18, barely out of high school and his mom is being such a bitch, and yet he still loves her, only if she feels the same.

Touching moment, all it took was a near death experience to open up. Who needs therapy.

Buck needs to stop trying to drown himself. Oh mom is still a bitch never mind. I need to write an AITA post from her perspective.

Oh dudes got a thing for the uniform apparently.

She has such a pretty colored bra, I need one.

Ijbol, these bitches cuffed to the bed smh.

She called abby to call Buck to call hen.

Hen is losing her mind it's so good, fantastic scene no notes.

Buck is adorable like always and clearly the writers don't want this to work either because they can't get through one date without a problem.

God damn it buck is so disappointed, how dare she exist just to hurt him.

Bobby and Buck scene

"When she makes fun of me, it doesn't make me feel bad."

God I hate claustrophobic scenes.

Buck just got home aloned

The dude is blind but has a house full of booby traps wth.

Chimney getting some screen time woot woot!

These poor men, they could have a hell of a yard sale.

Gross a broken leg, never mind didn't crack as loud as I thought it would. Glad that ended on a positive note.

I can't describe what it is about how Abby acts, but something just rubs me the wrong way. Bad vibes, also buck is such a whiny baby this episode. You can really tell how immature he is, which is why she should do the right thing and stop seeing him.

He's not great at speeches but his heart is in it...

Thank god storyline change, Athena save me.

She's 50??? I call bullshit!

Anyway at least she knows what she wants, and isn't stringing him along.

This bitch ass ex again, Hen was destroyed by this woman.

Damn she hit her with "MY SON"

Oh we are actually getting follow ups on the people this time. The son got an apartment, still don't like his mom tho.

Trigger warning: death in the family

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I hate crying but there is nothing worse than losing your family.

I did hospice for my grandfather and found him just like she did. I sat there checking for a pulse and crying hysterically.

On a lighter note I wish they would have given that storyline to someone besides Abby, and maybe add a little more depth into it.

I'm now emotionally wrecked and have no clue when I'll recover enough for the finale.

#911 abc #911 fox #my thoughts #long post #episode breakdown #Kat reacts #season 1 episode 9 #911 1x09 #Trapped #evan buckley #abby clark #Patricia Clark #death in the family

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tertiaryunit · 1 year

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hope it's chill to throw you an ask that isn't part of the themed ones, but how does Lawrence react if he's around people that put two and two together --likely not the details, but like just that he's going thru something? Like "Oh my god that man is miserable and reactive, clearly something's wrong." Does anyone at MJ12 seem like they feel for him in that sense at all? Does it make him hate them as a defense mechanism? Or is there a part of him that appreciates their concern?

Hello! Absolutely no worries, I love questions! (I mostly use "Ask" meme posts as ideas for people to send me stuff, I find all questions I get interesting and will reply accordingly ❤)

Oh Lawrence will go into full denial mode, regardless of how many details the other person knows. You could genuinely question him about obvious physical signs of trauma (like skin rashes, especially after shower, because he... Rubs with the sponge a bit too hard and insistently in an attempt to "be clean") and he would dismiss the worried person's claim of him going thru something.

Of course, it also depends on who's doing 2+2: in the story itself, for example, Sam obviously notices there's something wrong (he adopted him when he was a few months old, he knows his kid very well). The first times, Lawrence's reaction is to smile and deny everything but he progressively starts to distance himself from his father (this being due to Simons' gaslighting as well). He prefers Sam to think what's going on rather than confirm his fears.

If the person guessing is someone he doesn't care about he just... Laughs it off. He would talk his way out with some excuse like "it's called stress. It happens when you actually do your job" 💀 Lawrence has an image to "keep", he can't show himself to be ""weak"" before the eyes of those below him.

(This is a very toxic mindset obviously, but it's how the MJ12 instructed him to be. Sam always told him the opposite, to just... Talk. Not to stay silent)

Within the MJ12, I would mention Adept 34501 as they used to be friends when they were young kids (before both were separated). She still has some feelings and can feel for him to some extent. Another person would be Manderley, despite Lawrence bossing him around and ultimately being the person charged to kill him upon JC's defection. It's a really bitter moment though, because Manderley outright tells him he feels pity for him and causes Lawrence to mentally break down. (I actually have this in the WIP folder and is meant to be an extra chapter in the story, so I'll try to hurry up and finish it)

Non MJ12 example, but: Jaime Reyes. He's his doctor (for the non-Psychic related stuff obviously) and the two are friendly with each other. He's a smart man, so he'd have at least a hint of what's going on during physical exams. Lawrence actually appreciates all the concern, even if he does his best to not make it show. His brain just "decides" isolating himself is the best response (at least until the very end of the "good path" of the story), but deep down he knows the people who *do* worry care about him.

#anonymous #ask #asks #The Crusader [Lawrence Carter]

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saeransangel · 2 years

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You Bring Me The Rain

Anonymous asked:

HI!! Could you please write a post war levi x reader in which levi is feeling really down and he feels useless but the reader helps him bathe himself by washing his back and hair while he sits in the bathtub and he's just so in love with them and he gets really emotional? TYSM!! Levi Ackerman x Reader

A/N: Listened to Live or Die by Noah Cyrus while writing this <3 i think it fits the vibe perfectly. I hope this is what you were looking for, lmk and I can change it!

Summary: After the war, Levi and Y/N try to enjoy a peaceful life together. They deserve it. Y/N takes care of Levi because he deserves it.

CW: Angst + comfort, nudity (not sexual)

WC: 1.8k (not proofread)

The day was peaceful but melancholy. It was only a few weeks after the war and everyone was still recovering mentally and physically. While it was extremely difficult for you, and traumatizing; there were still others worse off than you. Levi Ackerman was one of those people.

His injuries were critical and he was near death. Thankfully Hange found him and kept him alive. But even to this day he was still healing. Levi knew his physical injuries would heal, but his mental scars would last a lifetime.

Over the years that it took you to form this relationship with Levi, you managed to get him to open up to you. You thought after the war you would have to start over in trying to get him to be vulnerable again, but you were wrong. He leaned on you more than ever now. In a way, him being so open and vulnerable made you fall more and more in love with him each day. Though he was opening up about all the darkness he kept buried away, it made you feel needed and loved.

Today was one of the many days that he just needed you. He didn't want to do anything. He just wanted to lay with you in silence and feel safe and comfortable.

So that's how you spent your day. You held his hand, rubbed his arms and his back. You read to him, you talked to him about anything you could think of, not caring if he only wanted to listen and not respond, and then there were moments were you just layed with him in a comfortable silence, holding him tightly.

When you finally noticed the sky turning a deep bluish purple you decided it was time to get reader for bed.

"Let's get ready for bed, yeah?" You smiled. He nodded, placing his book down on the table next to the bed.

You walked over to the bedside and helped Levi into his wheelchair. After he was comfortable, you wheeled him into the bathroom and ran the bath. As you waited for the water to warm up, you began undressing him. You started with his shirt, taking your time to be as gentle as possible undoing the buttons. Once the water was at a warm enough temperature, you helped Levi to his feet. He weakly clung to you as you carefully moved his legs to step out of his pants. When you looked up at him you gave him a bright smile. You knew in moments like this he felt extremely weak. He was once humanity's strongest soldier, the most respected captain and a force to be reckoned with. But now he's out of commision for good. He struggles to find his purpose in the new world. To you, he is still humanity's strongest soldier. Especially after everything he's endured. You try to remind him of that every day.

After he was fully undressed, you lowered him into the warm water. He sighed and relaxed into the warmth.

"That feel okay, my love?" You asked as you reached for a small cloth.

"'s perfect." He states simply. You smiled again.

"Okay, so what kind of soap do you want today?" You asked as cheerfully as you could, hoping to brighten the mood. "Sage or lavender?"

"What's the point of asking me? You know I don't care." He snaps.

"Levi..." You warn. You knew he was getting into one of his moods that comes out when you have to take care of him. It makes him feel like less of a man when you have to constantly aid him in everything he does and he hates it. He doesn't mean to take it out on you and you know that. So you're patient with him always.

"Sage is good." He says meekly.

"Thank you." You sigh, holding back a laugh. You scrub the cloth against the bar of sage scented soap and then wet it in the water. Placing a gentle hand on his back you begin to scrub him down, wiping away at all the dirt and grime on his rough skin. As you continue to wash him, your eyes are scanning the rest of his body, checking all his wounds. They all seem to be healing properly, the stitches are dissolving and leaving behind minimal scarring. Bruises still are scattered all over him though, ranging from greenish yellow to dark blue. Your clothed hand ran over each bruise with tender love.

The two of you found yourself in another comfortable silence as you bathed him. Until Levi became angered out of nowhere.

"What's the point of helping me when you know I'm not going to get better?" He hisses. "Don't you understand that this is going to be your life forever? Always taking care of me."

You could feel your heart break a little. You thought you had heard it all. All of his insecurities and intrusive thoughts. This one was new.

"Because I love you, Levi." You say after a moment. "I know you're frustrated right now but-"

"Of course I'm frustrated!" He shouts. "A crazy man almost blasted me to pieces and now I can't dress myself, or cook for myself, o-or do anything for myself." He takes a deep breath in before continuing. "And this whole time, my friends are off rebuilding the new world and I'm stuck here with you!"

You stared at him in disbelief. Stuck here with me? How could he say that after everything? It only took you a moment to realize that he hadn't meant it. His wide, dark eyes stared right back at you with regret. You saw right through his harsh words. It's not that he didn't want you by his side, it was that he didn't feel like he deserved to be taken care of because he had given up on himself.

"That came out wrong. Y/N, I'm so sorry." He says frantically, burying his face in his hand.

"It's all right, Levi. I can't imagine how difficult this is for you." You grabbed a small bucket next to the bath and filled it with the warm water from the tub. You tilted his head back gently and poured the water into his dark hair. You ran your fingers through it a few times and placed a quick kiss on his forehead. "You want to talk about it?" You asked.

"I am trying to figure out why this happened to me, but none of it makes any sense. I'm tired, Y/N, I'm so tired." As he finishes you noticed the change in his breathing and the change in his tone. Your hands reach to cup his face, bringing him to look at you once more.

"Levi, I know you feel alone right now. But I promise you that we will get through this together, okay?" You paused for a moment, making sure he was processing everything you said. "I'm not going anywhere. No matter how hard you push me away, I will always be right here. You did your best to protect humanity, so I'll do my best to take care of you. No matter what."

"You deserve it."

Those were the final words that broke him. He let out a strangled sob as you held his face. He shook his head back and forth trying to free himself from your grip, but he was unsuccessful. You leaned over the edge of the tub, disregarding the fact that you were going to be soaking wet, and wrapped your arms around his bare figure. He buried his face into your neck and continued to let out loud, uncontrollable sobs as you rubbed circles in his back.

"I don't feel like I deserve it." He heaves. "I feel weak and useless now. I just-I don't know who I am anymore."

Your eyes fill with tears as you pull him in for a deep kiss. Your heart was breaking for him and all you wanted to do was take his pain away. You kissed him as if you were begging him to release his pain into you. He pulled away with a shaky breath, a slight pink blush spread across his scarred cheeks.

"I want you to listen to me, okay?" You asked quietly. He kept a low gaze as he nodded his head. "You are the strongest man I know. I don't know anyone who would have been able to survive what you did. What you're going through right now does not make you weak; It makes you a survivor and I promise you that if you hold out a little longer, there will be more to life than just surviving."

His gaze softens and he reaches up to hold your face as well. He pulls your faces together so your foreheads touch. Both your eyes flutter shut. "Do you really believe that?" He asks with a shaky breath.

"Of course I do." You say softly. He hums in response and pulls away.

You take a deep breath to compose yourself. He takes time as well to slow his breathing and process everything that you both just said.

After a few minutes you quietly start to wash him again, scrubbing the soap into his skin and his soft hair, occasionally pouring warm water over his body. The two of you didn't speak, but it was comfortable. You both had said all you needed to say. He knew that if he needed to get anything else out, you would be right there with open arms.

When the water started getting cold, you helped him out of the tub and gently dried him down. You quickly grabbed some comfortable clothes from his wardrobe and dressed him. After placing a kiss on the top of his head, you wheeled him into the bedroom and helped him into bed. Once he was comfortable, you got changed into what you wanted to sleep in and crawled into your shared bed with Levi.

His arms snaked around your waist as he pulled you into his chest, resting a hand on top of your head. He loved holding you this way. It made him feel so secure feeling your weight pressing into him with his arms around you making sure you didn't go anywhere.

"How you feeling?" You asked him quietly.

"I'm okay right now." He sighs, deep in thought.

"Hey," You press a finger to his chin, causing him to look at you. "I love you."

He kisses your forehead and gives you a small smile. "I love you too. Thank you for tonight." He says.

You smile back and curl deeper into his chest, exhaustion washing over the two of you. Within minutes you and Levi are fast asleep wrapped in each others arms, ready to take on the next phase of your lives together.

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tendousthoughts · 3 years

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HQ Boys Thinking Their S/O Left Them Pt. 4

Character(s) included: Kenma & Suna

Requested by: My sibling who doesn't read my work lmao.

Warning(s): Cursing, Mention of alcohol [Kenma]

Song of the day: Tired by Beabadoobee

A/N: First off please check out my announcements post. It has a lot of important Information in it and I would really enjoy it if you checked it out! Next this is requested by my wonderful sibling. Hopefully you all enjoy- also how's my new stuff..? Tell me if its ugly lmao.. I recommend having the palette/theme set to Goth Rave for the best look- I might make a few things a darker purple though! This might be the last part to this series unless anyone wants a few more!

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Kenma

Things were rough after Kenma landed his dream gig. Being a full time gamer had always been and always would be his dream. But now it was reality. He finally made it in the big league. He was finally there. It was perfect.. but soon enough flaws started to appear outside of his career. Which soon turned into flaws in the relationship. Kenma was known to be smart, calculated, and quiet. Even though all those seemed nice at times it was hard. Like any relationship things didn’t always work out. One of those being the communication. To be frank, there was no communication. At all.

You liked to drink and party. Hang out with friends and just live life to the fullest.. but even if you did like that, you loved just to cuddle. Which luckily you and Kenma shared. As time grew and his career finally branched into what he hoped it would, your time of physical affection shortened. Which sucked.. you loved physical affection. It was your love language. You couldn’t help it, whenever you saw him you just wanted to lay and be with him. But now that you couldn’t, you slowly branched out to others for what you couldn’t have. When that worked.. you just stuck with it. Getting drunk with friends and cuddling until one of your more sober friends called up Kenma and told him to pick you up. Kenma hated it. He really hated it. He hated to see you holding on to someone else, it didn’t matter what they looked like, what they identified as, or who they were. All that mattered was they weren’t him so they had no right to be that close.

Kenma likes to play games and stay home. He liked to be somewhere quiet and such. So every week when he had to go to pick you up, he sorta wondered if he didn’t pick you up what would happen..? Of course he wouldn’t do so though.. you had so many people eyeing you.. you were popular with everyone and extremely kind. So if he did leave you.. it would be as easy as it was for you to get a new cuddle partner as to get a new place to sleep. He trusted you.. well he kind of did. He wasn't good at expressing how he felt especially when it came to you or something you liked.

You got black out drunk the night before and when you walked into the kitchen you felt the heavy atmosphere. “Good morning baby..” you muttered rubbing your eyes. Your lips felt dry and your throat was raspy. Maybe you were screaming or something.. whatever it was fun.

“I don’t want you calling me that at the moment.” He stated. Which caught you off guard. Looking up your eyes were met with his. Clear confusion all over your face. “What? Did you really get that drunk to not remember being all over your friend last night..? Calling them baby and shit. If that’s a name you just throw around please just refer to me as my name..” He muttered.

“Oh you know I didn’t mean too baby.. I love you and you know that.. you're the only one who makes me happy… but right now I'm having a headache so do you mind passing me the coffee..?” you muttered brushing everything to the side which only made him more frustrated with you. you did this every time. You pushed everything that wasn’t in your interest to the side.

“Look at you doing it again. You always do this,” he looked at you annoyed and frustrated. “Pushing everything to the side. Do you not understand how annoying it is to get a call at three in the morning that you're drunk. Not only that but that you're all over someone else. Do you not understand or do you just not care because seriously it's getting hard to think that you are just that, your heads just that blank.”

You were caught off guard. Of course you were, he never responded roughly like that. He never acted so upset with you. To be honest you never really thought about how he had to pick you up and stuff. You never thought about what happened the night before to be frank. You were a party drunk. You liked to sing and dance and cuddle and such. All the things Kenma couldn’t or wouldn’t do with you, you did with anyone else when you were drunk. It wasn’t that you wanted to blame being drunk on acting that way, so you just waited till you did get drunk. It was more, when you were sober you tried to get Kenma to do those things with you. Which most of the time ended badly because you would just be shut down again. “You know I don’t mean to do those things.”

“You don’t mean too?” He looked upset, really upset. You saw him upset often, frustrated with how the game was turning out and such, but this was different. He looked more hurt than anything. “You do it every week. Every single week you go out and drink you go out and party and sing and dance and have the fucking time of your life okay? Then when your all tired and cuddled up with a friend. I get a call to pick you up. When I get there you're either on their lap with your arms around them, on their side and holding them tight, or in between their legs as they cuddle you from the back. Not only that but when I try and help you up you more then half the time push me away, and then say you wanna go home with your ‘baby’! I’m getting sick and tired of it. You wake up the next morning and act as if the whole night you were just thinking of me and how you just wanna cuddle and all this shit. I am so fucking sick of you this. I’m so sick of you drinking. I am so fucking sick of you.” He was shouting. He was pissed and of course he was. But this time he just blew up. He didn’t even wait for a response to anything. “I’m going to go stream don’t fucking bug me.” He walked away walking into his streaming room. Once they slam the door leaving you in utter shock.

It took you a moment to take in everything. You messed up. It was your fault. He was hurt. Your lover was in pain because of your stupid actions. You grabbed your stuff, shoving it into your pocket and walked out. It was hard to think of anything but Kenma right now. Slowly you walked to the park. The leaves fell from the trees, when you looked around you saw couples wearing matching scarves and such. The smell of chai and pumpkin in every corner. Meeting your gaze you saw Kenma’s favorite bakery. Slowly you walked over opening the door and you immediately noticed this pie section. You made your way over biting your lip and you looked up at the sudden voice.

“Y/n.. is that you?” As you eye’s met the other you immediately recognized Bokuto.

“Oh hey.. nice to see you again.” You smiled weakly. Unfortunately your eyes were wet and glossy as soon as you walked into the bakery, and you didn’t know if you could handle pushing down the tears anymore.

“Where’s Kenma..? Are you okay..?” He asked softly, gently rubbing your back as he seemed to be alone at the moment. You didn’t wanna cause any more issues but you couldn’t help it, immediately you started to cry.

“I messed up, I really messed up..” you mutter as he gently leads you to a seat.

“Hey everything will be okay.. just tell me what’s wrong. I know you can work through it okay..? We can do it!” he smiled. He had always been a big brother to you. He knew just what to say to calm you down.

“I got drunk again and this time I just was a mess I guess.. and Kenma seems to be getting tired of me and me doing this. Doing all this dumb shit and messing around. But I just.. I don’t know. I wanna cuddle and hug and go on dates. But Kenma just got his dream job and I don’t wanna fuck it up. I know its so fucking selfish. I shouldn’t do this to him. I know I shouldn’t. I deserve to get yelled at and stuff I mean seriously.. he has to pick me up at three every fucking week because I’m to stupid to tell him how I feel and how I just want to be held and stuff. I just wonder sometimes.. Maybe I am not as perfect as I thought I was for Kenma. He needs someone who can be there for him all the time and I know I just know that I will keep fucking up..” You were shaking. “I mean seriously.. I am not even able to tell him I love him much less tell him about how his job is bugging me. It’s the one thing he wanted to do. The one fucking thing he really wanted to do. I just wasn’t able to support him.. I couldn’t.. I just keep hurting him..” tears were rolling down your face.

“Y/n.. hey it's okay, but he will never know anything if you keep holding it to yourself. Kenma has always been like that. He gets bugged by things but won’t say anything until he is at his limit. He never understood the importance of communication.. and he never ever takes the first steps okay? I understand that you're frustrated but you knew when you got into a relationship with him what type of person he is. You knew he was hard to understand. You told me you did. But I don’t think that you would give up this easily. You and him are the same, there will never be an understanding between you too if you guys don’t talk it out. Okay..? I suggest you get some pie and walk back to talk it out with him. I mean to be honest his stream today seems to be a mess. So it must really be bugging him and it would be better to figure it out sooner don’t you think..?” He smiled softly as you nodded. “Good. I have to go but look if you ever need to talk just message me okay? I’ve got your back!” He smiled, getting up and walking out.

You got up and bought two slices of apple pie and started to walk back. It was going to be tough to do this but you needed to. You knew you needed too.

Kenma couldn’t stay concentrated so the stream only lasted ten minutes before he turned it off and went back out to the living room. Which is when he found out you had left. Sadly his first thought was that you had gone drinking so he called up one of your friends to ask. When he found out you hadn’t he was even more worried. He looked around for a moment before he sat on the couch and held a pillow waiting. Hoping you would come back home. He wanted to fix this. He went too far. He knew he did. He knew he did of course he did. He knew he blew up, he always did and he tried not to but it was so fucking hard.

When you came into the room you immediately saw him lying on the couch cuddled up and crying. “What have I done..” You whispered softly as you made it next to you gently placed the pie down and looked at him. “I am sorry..” he looked up to you a bit and immediately his face changed.

“Oh thank god you're okay..” he whispered softly, “I didn’t me-”

You cut him off, “I messed up. I knew I did and I just want you to listen okay? I love you and I know I rarely say it. For a matter of a fact I can count the amount of times I’ve said it with one hand. I know I need to say it more okay? I know I shouldn’t drink but it is just really hard sometimes.. I just wanna go on dates and hold you and shit and I know it sounds so fucking stupid but sometimes I just get worried that if I do you will get sick of me faster okay..? So I just thought it would be easier to do it with my friends and stuff and get drunk and try to not bug you. You just got your dream job and I just don’t wanna fuck anything up more but I clearly have. I know I’m stupid and inconsiderate and I will think about it more.. just please don’t leave. Please. I will be better I swear.” You tried not to cry but you couldn’t help yourself.

Slowly he pulled you to him and held you tight. “I wasn’t planning to leave you anytime soon.. It is my fault I always don’t pay attention and It ends up hurting you and I know I should try and think about your feelings more. But I get scared to ask about it because I think if I do then you will think something is wrong but clearly that doesn’t work. So I will try to open up more okay.. I love you so much babe.. I love you.” He whispered softly, kissing your forehead.

“I love so so much too.. I love you..” You whispered. It would take time but soon everything would be perfect.. everything would be okay again.

Suna

It was hard to believe that Suna was still playing volleyball. It wasn’t a problem to you at all, to be frank you were glad that he decided to do something he loved. You were glad he wasn’t stuck at a desk all day. It just sucked when he came home all tired and unable to hang out. But maybe it would be the same either way. It just bugged you when he didn’t come home till like twelve and blamed it on practice. You didn’t wanna think that he was lying to you but you never really knew much about volleyball. It could be easily right but it just ticked you off that he came home so late. Claiming that he already had dinner and stuff. But there wasn’t anything you could really do about it. This was his passion. He loved to play volleyball and all you could do was give him your undying love and support.You worked hard, enjoying your job. Though it also got frustrating when your schedules conflicted so you couldn’t hang out but that was just life. There wasn’t anything you could do about it, and that was okay.

Suna got home late again. It was the middle of the night when you heard the shower start. He didn’t even say hello. He knew you were up. He had to know. You always were up when he came in. Mainly because you wanted to make sure he was okay when he got back. You wanted to make sure he got back. You were worried easily but it was going to be okay. Of course it was. You just had to tell yourself everyday and it would be true.. right?

When Suna walked into the room he slowly slipped next to you. “Sorry about the wait angel.. I promise soon I will have time off okay and we can hang out.” He muttered softly as his warm, soft arms wrapped around you. The smell of cherry blossoms radiated off of him. He used your hair wash sometimes, he claimed it made him feel like you were with him all the time and that made him happy. His wet hair touched your back as he held you close.

It was hard to be mad at him when he got like this. He was so soft when he was tired. He always made the same promise. At the beginning you believed him, you waited for it to happen but at this point you just tried to forget that he even said it because it just hurt you more. Of course it did. You were holding on to this stupid hope that he will get more time to hang out. That hope that soon everything would be okay. “It’s okay baby.. get some rest okay..?” You muttered softly. You turned your head slightly, kissing his head as you faced the front again. Closing your eyes you hoped everything would be okay once more.

The morning came quickly. The sun shone through the blinds, then the feeling of coldness hit as you turned over to the empty bed. Heh. What were you thinking? Did you really think that he was going to wait for you..? God sooner or later you really had to realize this relationship was more one sided then anything. That this thing was going to be a forever relationship. But god fuck, this was just as real as a fake relationship. It was only one when it was a relationship when it was convenient. It sucked but none of his teammates even knew about you and him being in a relationship. It sucked to feel like you were being forced to be hidden. It almost felt like he was embarrassed of you. It had gone on long enough. You were so fucking done. This was too hard to hold on.

After packing a bit you got up and grabbed your stuff. Getting up you headed out taking your car to one of your only friend’s houses. It was hard to have a conversation with him let alone try and explain how you felt. So you decided to take a night off from seeing him, and try and clear your head. You didn’t wanna break up, fuck that was the last thing you wanted to do. You decided not to leave a note.. secretly kind of hoping it would make him a bit worried or something. So you knew he actually noticed.. or actually liked you. Suna always had a ‘I don’t give a fuck’ additude and that was one of the big reasons you were drawn to him. He was always so free, he didn’t care what people had to say about him.. Something you wished you could have but it really didn’t matter because he had you back, back then.

After a few hours of hanging out your friend took your phone away from you, being that you had been waiting for a call from Suna. They powered it off and placed it on a shelf gently slipping next to you. They smiled. You and them were alway close. They had been with you for every break up and to be honest you even tried dating, though it didn’t work out it was a great experience and you would still have done it to this day. When night struck instead of waiting for Suna you actually were kind of relieved the fear of him not coming home kind of slipped off your shoulders as you laid down next to your friend. Closing your eyes you hoped for everything to get better. You wished that he would be able to get some free time and such.

On the other hand when Suna came home he did what he always did, take a shower and head to bed. But this time you weren’t there, you weren't waiting for him. He looked around almost instantly running to check if your shoes were there, which they weren’t. Now a bit shaken up he took a deep breath and walked over to check if anything else was missing. Once he did it kind of hit him harder than expected. Running to grab his phone he began to call you. It was too late out and it was pitch black, fear had settled in as he realized what could have happened. All the things that could have happened, might have happened. He immediately put on his shoes, his hair still wet. God even knows he can hear you to dry his hair before he leaves, in hope he won't get sick. He unlocked his car calling you for the third time, unsurprisingly he heard the same voice mail.

“Hey this is y/n! It seems you are trying to reach me. At the moment I might be busy or have missed your call! Please try and call again or leave a message. I promise to get back to you as soon as I can!”

It had been a wet month as the rain hit the floor but Suna didn’t seem to mind. So maybe he was being over dramatic but you never have been away from him during the night from the day you guys started dating. So for you not even to mention that you weren’t going to be home was fucking with him. He did the next best thing, calling your best friend. Lucky for him they picked up. “Hey is y/n there.. they're not picking up and I really wanna make sure they're okay..” he muttered his breath was loud. Almost as if he was having trouble breathing and such.

“Ya, do you wanna pick them up they seem to be having trouble sleeping.. and it seems like you guys need to work through a few things so maybe it would be best if you did..'' They were surprised that he called. It wasn’t that he didn’t love you or anything, it was just that it didn’t always seem like he was that interested in you, as if being convenient to them and such. So for him to call up your friend was quite unexpected.

When Suna arrived he got out and knocked on the door after being met with your friend, “I’m only telling you this once so listen to me. Y/n loves you okay? If you're not interested just let them be okay? There are a bunch of people who would kill to be with them. If you do not have the time for them please just let them be, so they can find someone who can take care of them when they need someone too. Y/n is quiet about their feelings but that doesn’t mean you can only be with them when it is convenient to you, let alone only at night. If you don’t want to step up please just step down and let someone else fill your role for you. They are hurting to much because of your actions and you don’t seem to ever fucking care. Please just let them go if you're done.. This game has been over a long time ago. You won okay. You always will be against y/n..” they moved to the side letting the startled Suna in. “They're over there, if you don’t wanna carry them it is okay just call me over because I don’t want them to be woken up.” Suna shook his head gently. How fucking dare they assume that this was all a game to him. How dare they assume that he didn’t actually love you..? Why did they assume those things..?

Suna picked you up gently, gently you clung to him and his warmth. It was cold in the room and Suna seemed to be the only solution to it. It surprised Suna quite a lot, finding out that you were clinging to him. Being that at night he always hugged you, but you just wanted to give him space so he wouldn’t be bored of you. “Hey angel sorry for making you wait all these nights.. I promise I will be there okay.. please don’t move on I really do love you.. your my everything and I know it is stupid of me to talk to you while your asleep but sometimes I get to nervous to talk to you and I just want everything to be okay with you. Your friend is right though.. There is no excuse for what I am doing to you. I am so sorry.. angel trust me I really love you. I would be so fucking lost without you.” he muttered holding on to you tightly as he grabbed your stuff and carried you out. It was still raining as he tried his best to shelter you from the rain running to the car as he placed you in the front. It took him a moment to get you comfortable or at least that what he hoped was comfortable. He had placed a blanket on you and buckled you up as he moved to the front and started driving. It was a good thirty minute drive, and he knew soon you guys had to go back to go get your car but at this moment all he was worried about was you. “God angel.. I can’t compete with everyone else after you.. why did you choose me.. why are you still with me..?” he muttered. He gently held your hand as he looked out. You were always so cold. Suna on the other hand was like a walking heat source. Maybe because he was so big that he could hold you tight and stuff and it just made it feel warmer or something but it worked better than you could imagine.

It took a bit of time but soon you had arrived, sadly the rain hadn’t eased up. Suna got out first picking you up as he wrapped the blanket around you so you wouldn’t get cold or wet. You shifted around in his arms. “mm..” you muttered your eyes fluttering open with the feeling of his arms again and the feeling of movement. You held on tightly to Suna, “Baby..?” you grumbled softly confused where you were and what you were doing. Why was he here? More importantly, how did he find you.. did he really care? God it felt great to think that he did.

“Ah I’m sorry for waking you angel.. close your eyes I’ve got you now.. that house was too cold. I’ve got you now. We are home so you can be nice and warm again okay..? Don’t worry I’ve got you now so everything will be okay. I am going to take a break from practice for the week okay..? I am going to ease up on the practice so you won’t have to worry. I love you so much. I know I haven’t been a good boyfriend and I know I need to step it up. Will I be okay? Don’t worry I am going to be better for you okay. I am sorry about everything I’ve done to hurt you and I am going to do my best to make you feel better.. and if it doesn’t help I will let go okay. I’m going to finally let you breathe but please just give me just one more chance. I know I love you, and I know I don’t show it but I promise I do. If I didn’t please tell me what was that pain in my chest when I didn’t see you, I know I sound stupid I know I do but I know I really do love you. Hearing what your friend said and I know they're right but it just hit me. I am not ashamed of you.. you know that right..? I just don't want my team to know because last time when word got out I was dating someone the pressure was to muc. on them and the new articles and stuff and I just don’t wanna pressure you. I don’t want us to end because of that. I want everything to be perfect. I know I come home late, I just.. I don’t know. I know it is too much on you and I don't want that I just don’t everything to be over because of an argument that could have been avoided if I just you know.. not came home or something. I know it is no excuse but I am telling the truth please believe me. I can’t live without you.. I love you so much please baby.. fuck. I keep rambling. I am sorry angel. get some rest we will talk about this in the morning..” he muttered softly walking inside and gently placing you in bed as he walked and changed coming back as soon as he could.

You were wide awake.. but you just wanted to wait so you knew he would still be there when you woke up. So you knew he wouldn’t be gone before anything. So you knew he wasn’t lying anymore. “Night baby..” you muttered as his arms wrapped around you.

“Good night angel.. I love you so much..” He muttered, closing his eyes.

When the morning came you were surprised when you felt his body tight around you. “Morning my angel..” he muttered. “Did you get some good rest..?”

“Good morning.. mhm.. thank you for staying.. you don’t understand how worried I was that you were going to leave before I could say anything.. But thank you. I love you so much okay.. and I don’t what my friend said but please ignore him.. I only love you.. I will only ever love you. Please try and stay home more. It is getting hard to handle and I know it is selfish but I just want you to stay longer sometimes. I know you want the best for me but please.. it makes me feel like you actually don’t love me and I know it is wrong but I get scared and I don’t want to be.. please believe me when I say that I can handle it.. I just wanna be with you more. I just want to be what you want. I love you so much..” You were trying not to cry but you were.

“Angel… I love you so much. I will tell the whole world.. I want to. Will I be okay? I will stay with you till you wake up and eat Breakfast with you. I will come home sooner so you're not scared anymore.. I’ve got you and everything I’ve ever wanted so please don’t cry.. I love you so fucking much angel..” he whispered kissing you. This felt good.. refreshing, you felt okay for the first time in a while. You felt happy. You were going to be alright now, he was going to keep you safe and you would do the same thing. You loved each other and that's all that would ever matter because you two were made for each other.

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animensfw-smut · 3 years

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Hi! Can I get Bakugo x Midoriya's little Sister

And/or Shoto x Reader, where Endeavor doesn't allow them to be together?

Absolutely! I’m assuming the Bakugo x Midoriya’s little sister is fluff and the shoto x reader one is angst? But I’m gonna make the shoto x reader have a fluffy ending if you don’t mind. If it was meant to be nsfw for both, please feel free to message me again, and I’ll redo it. 😅

I’ve decided to do both of them which means they may be a bit shorter, but i hope you enjoy!

The Shoto x Reader oneshot is further down the post.

WARNINGS: None.

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BAKUGO X MIDORIYA’S LITTLE SISTER! READER

*Third pov*

No matter where he looked, his gaze always rested on her face. The way she smiled brightened up his day, though he refuses to admit it. Why should he feel this way for Deku’s sister? He hated it.

There were many moments (y/n) found Bakugo to be cute. He was such a tsundere that she couldn’t help but smile when he did so many things just for her yet always said it was because she was being annoying.

“BAKUBRO!!! You definitely like (y/n)!!!” Kirishima declared as he hung out in Bakugo’s dorm.

“Shut up. I don’t.” He looked away with an angry expression, but Kirishima knew better. His arm wrapped around Bakugo’s neck, a grin adorning his face,

“Don’t lie to me! I know!!! .... If you don’t make a move soon, Monoma may steal her away...” At this, Bakugo looked to Kirishima,

“What do you mean Monoma will steal her, Shitty hair.” Kirishima wore an all knowing smile,

“Well, I’ve heard from Tetsutetsu that Monoma plans on asking (y/n) out so...”

“WHEN?!”

“He’s planning on confessing to her today.” With that, he was up and out of his seat on the bed, dashing out the door. Kirishima chuckled,

“Knew it.”

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Bakugo ran, searching for (y/n). No way will he let Monoma be with (y/n). He remembered how (y/n) had mentioned to Deku that she will be going to the Class B dorms to hang out with Kendo.

In a panting mess, he arrived at the dorms, seeing (y/n) being confronted by Monoma in the kitchen.

“(Y/N)!” Monoma’s eyes widened when Bakugo grabbed (y/n) by the wrist, exiting the building.

“W-Wait, K-Kacchan...!” Her other hand grasped at his arm and he took a deep breath before sitting down on the steps. He looked at (y/n) and she took the hint, sitting down next to him.

She constantly glanced at him as he stared out at the sun. It was setting, turning the sky into a deep orange. Her eyes focused on the way their hands were intertwined. His hand was warm, but not to the point where she wanted to separate their hands. It was a nice feeling to be held by Bakugo.

“So, did you aceept?” She raised a questioning brow,

“Accept what?”

“You know... With that extra just then.”

“Oh, Monoma? Yeah i accepted, i don’t see why not.” Bakugo grit his teeth, his hair shadwoing his eyes,

“R-Really...” His hands slipped away from hers as he started to walk away.

“Hey, Kacchan.”

His heart skipped a beat when she held him, her arms wrapping around his waist from behind. Her face was buried into the firm muscles of his back, her fingers pressing against his stomach.

“Why are you upset, Kacchan?” He bit his lip as tears started to form in his eyes,

“I... Guess Monoma is a better match with you...”

“What do you mean?”

“He asked you out, didn’t he?” Confused, (y/n) turned Bakugo around, her hands framing his face and wiping the small droplets trailing down his face.

“Nope. He asked me to help him with his quirk...” She gave a smile, rubbing under his eyes to stop the tears,

“Kacchan, you’re so cute.”

“Shut up.”

His lips captured hers in a sweet kiss. A long awaited kiss...

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SHOTO X READER

*Third pov*

“Leave him. You are not worthy of him.”

The words echoed in her thoughts, occupying her mind 24/7. Endeavor had said this to (y/n) during the UA sports festival when he had found out that she was dating Shoto.

Yes, (y/n) truly loved Shoto and would never break up with him, but it still bothered her to think that that was what Endeavor thought of her. The meeting was kept a secret from Shoto as she didn’t want it to be another reason that got in the way of them mending their relationship.

“(y/n).” A soft whisper of her name brought her back to reality. She was currently hanging out with Shoto in his dorm. It was their ‘lazy Saturday’ where they stayed indoors for their date.

His arms were wrapped around her waist as he snuggled against her on his bed.

“What are you thinking about?”

“Oh... Nothing much.” Shoto knew when there was something wrong with (y/n), he could just tell instantly. He knew that there was soemthing off about her by the end of the sports festival, but he didn’t want to bother her with his questioning.

“Did... My father tell you anything?” She gasped at the accuracy. He gave a sigh,

“Sigh... Don’t mind him... And, don’t keep anything from me anymore, okay? I’ll sort this out for you.” He nuzzled his face against her neck, breathing in her scent,

“He doesn’t even know how much you mean to me.” Unconsciously, a smile slowly spread on her face at the reassurance he gave her. Nothing could ever separate her from him.

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“Father.”

Endeavor looked up from where he had been working at his desk.

“What is it you wanted?”

“Leave (y/n) alone. It’s my business, not yours.” Shoto glared down at Endeavor as Endeavor’s eyes bored into his soul.

“It is my business. I need to know who you get into relationships with and if they’re powerful and worthy of you.”

“It’s not your business and never will be. Just... Don’t bother her anymore.” With that, Shoto left his office.

Endeavor looked at his back with wide-eyes. In his fury, Shoto had iced most of the room. Endeavor gave a sigh before using his quirk to restore order to his room.

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“Hey, calm down.” I pressed a soft kiss to his forehead, brushing his fringe away from his face.

“It’s fine, you didn’t have to go to your father’s office... Though i appreciate what you did, Shoto.” I peppered his face with kisses before settling on cuddling with him. He seemed to have calmed down from when he first came into his dorm.

“Mm.” He hummed as he brought me to his chest, kissing the top of my head.

“Ah, i always feel so calm around you...” Shoto muttered, bringing the blanket over both of them.

(y/n) traced over Shoto’s features, her fingers grazing over the scar as Shoto relaxed in her touch. Leaning up, (y/n) pressed a kiss to his left eye.

“(y-y/n), s-stop doing that...!” He covered his scar with his hand as a blush rose to his cheeks.

“Mm, why should i? You’re pretty, Shoto.” He gave out a few incoherent murmurs before pressing (y/n) against his chest again,

“Just sleep...” (y/n) hummed, obliging and snuggling up to him again.

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AHHHHH, I hope this one was good enough!!! I’m not really that good at writing fluffs and all that, so i hope you all enjoyed it!!!

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A Fool of Me

A/N: Hey guys! This one’s a request from @peachylemasters. I hope I did it justice, I had to tweak some details to fit the plot but I think I hit all the notes. If you like this and wanna read some more of my stuff check out my Masterlist, or my series, I’m On Fire.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Summary: When Spencer runs into a toxic ex-girlfriend at an event a kind receptionist saves him from himself.

Category: Equal doses of smut, angst, and fluff

Warnings/Includes: smut, graphic descriptions of sexual acts, unprotected sex, semi-rough sex, spanking, alcohol consumption, brief descriptions of panic/stress, please let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed!

Word count: 4.7k

Request: “Hey good morning or afternoon I heard you were taking requests. I thought of an idea we're Spencer Reid goes to a party and meets his ex. Things start off smooth and knows if he goes back to her, he will revisited bad and the good moments he had with her. Until a hostess see's Spencer going insane because he's talking to his ex. She helps him out and they start to know each other. Things get out of hands between them. So that was an idea. Don't know if I made it confusing. Have a great day✨❤”

Spencer had had enough socializing for one day. It was enough that he had to attend panels all day, which really, he didn’t mind that part. He just hated having all the conversations afterward.

So his battery was really draining by the time the post-convention event was supposed to take place in the hotel’s ballroom. It was supposed to be a time for all of the people who’d spent the whole weekend working to finally blow off some steam. Have some non-work related conversations.

But Spencer hated parties. He didn’t like being surrounded by so many people, or having to have the same little nothing conversations over and over all evening. At least he was put up in a hotel this time around so he could retreat to the quiet of his room for a little while in the middle of the day, but that could only last so long.

She’s the very first thing he notices as he walks through the doors to the ballroom. Rachel. Perched on a high stool at the bar, hair cascading down her back, in perfect contrast to her dress. It was red and hugged her perfectly, like it always did. He’d seen her in it before a few times, he knew it made her feel confident.

He has no idea if he wants to talk to her, part of him wants to race over and give her his room key without a word. The other wants to turn on his heel immediately and bolt out of there. But he doesn't get to make the decision, she’s spotted him in the doorway and is more sure of herself. Beckoning him over with a wave.

He takes the stool next to her, and already he doesn’t feel great about it. She had this way of bewitching him, over and over he’d end up lying next to her in bed and waking up to an empty space in the morning. They couldn’t seem to keep their distance for very long.

When he sits she’s already ordered him a drink, and it’s his usual, and he hates that she remembered it. Or he hates that he likes the way it makes him feel warm inside. That it wasn’t just him who held onto some of their shared memories. So he takes a sip.

—

It’s been a slow night on the reception desk, so when Y/N sees him walking down the staircase into the lobby she can’t help but gawk. His suit is navy and impeccable, it fits him so snug on the shoulders that it must’ve been made for him. Which is a funny juxtaposition next to his hair which looks like he ran his fingers through it at best, curly, and unruly on top of his head. But it suits him.

She follows him with her eyes from her perch at the desk, watching him until he stops abruptly at the doorway to the ballroom. There’s a swarm of people gathered inside so maybe he was just the kind of person who was nervous around crowds. But that doesn’t feel right, the look on his face is all together terrified until it softens and he walks inside.

She has to move along the desk a little so she can see where he ends up once he makes it inside. And of course he’s next to a woman, a beautiful one too, in a tight dress. So that solves the mystery of why he looked so nervous. But that does little to actually satiate her desire to keep her eyes on him. On them.

Something doesn’t feel right about it, as thought it might not even be a date, like maybe this guy really didn’t want to be there. It must’ve been the way he looked at her, or the way he sat so awkwardly in his seat, his body language betraying him.

—

Spencer lets himself take her in for a moment, his eyes raking up and down her figure as she takes a prolonged sip from her wine glass. She might actually look better than the last time he’d seen her.

It had been a whole year. And they’d already been broken up, and back together, and broken up a few times over at that point. So it really was his fault that it happened again, they’d slept together, and she’d promised him more, and left him again. Like always.

He knew, he really did, deep down he knew she was bad for him. But she was magnetic.

“Do you like my dress Spence?” she asks, sultry and smooth. And she already knows he does, he’s told her before.

“You look very nice” he tries not to give too much away.

“I seem to recall you thinking I looked a hell of a lot more than nice in this dress?” she leans in a little as she speaks and it makes his heart flutter in his chest. But it somehow makes his stomach drop in the same instant. She turns her body towards his completely. Leaning in even closer now, and she puts her hand on his fucking thigh, and for a second he forgets how to breathe entirely.

“As a matter of fact” she coos, “I think I remember you telling me to keep it on while you fucked me, what was it, a year ago now?”

“372 days” is all he can force out. And he wants to lean into her touch, he wants to melt into her, let her do whatever she wants with him for as long as she wants to. But he knows it’ll just break him all over again. He wants to pull away but he just can’t, and he’s absolutely transfixed on her fingers squeezing his leg when they’re interrupted.

“Sorry, are you Dr. Spencer Reid?” the woman enquires, glancing at his little hand written name tag. He just forces a meek nod, “There’s a call for you if you want to follow me?” she motions for him to stand up and so he does, pulling himself from Rachel’s grip.

His immediate feeling is of overwhelming relief. He knew he was out of his depth from the moment he’d sat down. He was silently thankful for whatever case was about to whisk him away from this stupid convention.

He followed behind the woman, she led him out of the ballroom and down a quiet hotel hallway until she just stopped in her tracks in the middle of it, leaning against the wall. He could only look at her confused.

“The uh? The phone?” he tries to ask.

“Sorry,” she forces out a deep breath, “there actually wasn’t any call, I could tell— you looked like you needed some help?” she chances, “I’m really sorry if I overstepped, or misread that”

He lets out a huge sigh of relief, “Oh thank god”

“So I read it right?” she asks, relaxing against the wall now.

“So so right, you’ve got no idea” the relief only lasts for another moment before his eyes blow wide and he starts to pace frantically in the hallway.

“Dr. Reid? Are you okay? What’s going on?” she asks, trying to decipher his sharp change in mood. He starts to breathe in short panicked bursts and he seems like he’s really about to freak out again. She ushers him to take a seat in one of the plush armchairs that litters the hallway. So he does, and he immediately braces his head between his knees.

“Can I ask what’s wrong? Do you want me to get you some water?” He just shakes his head, his breathing unsteady and ragged, she recognizes it well.

“Spencer” She says it firm and commanding to get his attention, but soft enough not to startle him, “I want you to breathe in through your nose for me, we’re gonna do that for 4 seconds” she counts down for him, “now hold that breath for 7 seconds” she counts again, soft and slow, “then I want you to breathe all of that out through your mouth this time, and we’re gonna do that for 8 seconds.” He sits up straight and nods at her.

She counts out the cycle for him again and again until Spencer can feel his heart rate fall, settling into a steady rhythm of breathing until he feels calm again. And in this state he can finally take a good look at this girl. She’s crouched down next to him as he sits, with one of her hands resting against his knee. And instead of earlier, her hand feels comforting, grounding. It feels nice in an entirely different way than Rachel’s hand.

He looks down at the little gold name tag pinned to the lapel of her dress.

“Thank you Y/N” he says softly, and she smiles up at him.

“Do you want to tell me what’s wrong?” she tries again, gentle, not prying, just hoping.

“I left my jacket in there” he rubs his eyes with his hands like he’s in pain, “It’s got my phone and my wallet, but I can’t go back in there. If I go back she’ll suck me in again and I don’t want— I can’t!” she tries to soothe him, gently moving her hand along his leg.

“Don’t worry about that” she encourages, “Have you got your room key?” He quickly fumbles and pulls it out of the pocket of his slacks, and nods, awaiting further instruction.

“What room are you in?”

“407?”

“Great, you go on up, splash some cold water on your face and relax. I’m going to go get your stuff. I’ll tell that woman that you had an emergency and had to leave. Then I can can bring your jacket up to you. No problem” she says it like it’s obvious, and Spencer can barely contain his relief, all of the tension leaving his shoulders.

“Are you sure?” he asks,

“Positive” she confirms with a soft smile and a pat on his shoulder as she stands up.

—

Once Y/N’s confident he’s making his way back up stairs she heads straight to the ballroom. Now that she’s actually about to talk to this woman she’s nervous.

“Sorry ma’am” she starts, and the woman turns to look at her, and she’s so intimidatingly beautiful up this close, “your friend had an emergency and he’s got to leave. He asked me to send you his apologies.” her perfect face falls, unable to hide her disappointment. Y/N takes his jacket off the back of the chair and drapes it over her arm.

“Can you give him a message for me?” the woman asks, gripping Y/N by the elbow just as she makes her move to leave, she nods politely.

“Just tell him that I’ll get him next time” she says it like it’s some inside joke he’ll understand, but Y/N knows what she means and it honestly makes her feel a little sick. As she walks away she’s already decided she’s not going to tell Spencer anything.

—

Spencer’s been pacing around his room for the last 17 minutes. Y/N shouldn’t be taking this long, he wasn’t entirely sure why but he was getting himself worried again, working himself up over nothing. But his body relaxed when he heard a soft knock against the door, he all but sprinted over to open it. To her standing right there, his jacket draped over one arm and a room service platter gripped in her hands.

“Thank you” he exhales, pulling open the door so that she can could walk inside and leave both items down on the bed. He points to the platter, its contents covered by a large silver dome. “What’s…” he’s not really sure what to ask.

“I hope you don’t mind, I stopped by the kitchen on my way up, thought you might like some comfort food?” as she explains she pulls the dome off the tray, showing him the plethora of desert she’d taken from the kitchen.

“There was no need” he starts but she cuts him off.

“Nonsense! The guys in the kitchen don’t mind. If there’s nothing you like here I can have something else sent up?” she says it in a polished ‘customer service voice’, sickly sweet. And all of a sudden he feels a little silly that he hadn’t noticed it sooner. She was just a good employee, going the extra mile for a customer. This wasn’t about him.

“No, god no. You’ve done plenty already, and besides, I’m sure you’ve got to get back to work?” he tries to give her an out as they stand awkwardly looking at each other.

“Actually I’m good, I wont be missed” she begins but stops her train of thought, of course this was overstepping, she was probably freaking him out, “But you probably want to relax, I’ll get out of your hair” she nods politely and starts to make her way back to the door.

“Unless” it rushes out of him and he's not sure where it really came from, “When your shift’s over would you maybe want to— This is an awful lot of food—“ he just gives up on his original sentence and tries it all over again, “When’s your shift over?” her asks plainly and it startles her. But she can’t really do much to contain the grin that spreads across her cheeks.

“What time is it now?” she asks, pointing to the watch on his wrist.

“Uh, 11:43pm?” he offers.

“So 43 minutes ago” she feels silly saying it out loud now. That she’d gotten carried away watching him while she waited for her co-worker to take over the desk, and she just couldn’t stop herself from intervening the second her shift was over. But he doesn’t look freaked out by her admission, he looks genuinely happy for the first time since she’d laid eyes on him.

“You— You’ve been off this whole time?”

She gives him a little nod, bashful, “You looked like you needed help” she shrugs, trying to play it off.

“But I— You should’ve gone home, I would’ve been okay” no sooner does he get the words out than he realizes they’re a blatant lie, “That’s not true” he confesses, “If you’d’ve gone home I’d probably have already made so many stupid decisions by now and I’d be having my heart broken as we speak”

“Would you maybe want me to stay with you for a bit? Just to make sure you don’t go doing anything stupid?” she asks sultry, and it’s the first time she’s overtly flirted all night. His eyebrows shoot up in surprise as he nods wholeheartedly.

Admittedly he knows that if Y/N stays he’ll probably just make a different kind of stupid mistake, but he can allow himself this one.

“I’d like that a lot”

—

They sit cross legged on his bed for a while, sharing a slice of chocolate cake. Spencer had started trying to explain what his relationship with Rachel had been like but decided against it. She wasn't going to get to ruin any more of this night than she already had. Instead he changes focus in the only way he knows how.

“Did you know that chocolate can actually affect your mood significantly?” he says as she scoops a forkful of cake off the plate between them, “A key chemical in cacao stimulates the brains level of naturally occurring endorphins and increases the production of serotonin?”

She chews thoughtfully for a moment, “So that’s why cake makes me feel so good?” and he giggles, nodding enthusiastically, “Got any more genius?” she asks with a grin.

“Did you know that chocolate contains the amino acid L-arginine which can be an effective natural sex enhancer for both men and women?” he can already feel his face start to flush, why did he start saying this, “It increases nitric oxide and promotes blood flow to the sexual organs” he finishes the thought and feels like crawling in a hole.

She’s got no idea if he’s just passionate about facts and chocolate, or if this is just his version of putting on the moves, but what has she really go to lose here. So she takes the opening.

“You got me.” she says with a coy smile, “That was actually my plan all along, to ply you with chocolate” she scoops some of the chocolate icing from the top of the cake with her fingertip, popping it in-between her lips and sucking it off slowly, deliberately. She looks over at him and his eyes are fixed on her lips and the finger caught between them. When she removes it to talk she feels confident that she’s got his attention now.

“Did it work?” she almost moans it and his breathing pretty much stops.

Working on instinct he moves his body so that he’s right next to her, leaning right in, and he presses his lips to hers. She opens them right away and he can taste the chocolate that’s lingering on her tongue and it’s perfect.

It doesn’t last for long, but when they break apart she picks up the plate between them and places it safely on the nightstand. With the bed clear she sits up on her knees so she can move closer to Spencer, throwing her legs either side of his and straddling his lap. The skirt of her dress hiking up in the process to expose the smooth skin of her thighs.

Spencer’s hands fly straight down to them automatically, digging his nails in and pulling her closer, further up his lap. Her hands end up tangled in that perfectly messy hair of his, making it worse, but even more perfect at the same time.

They stay tangled like that for a while, grinding against one another, mouths moving frantically, hands squeezing, pulling. Desperately seeking contact.

It’s when she can feel him start to get hard beneath her that his mood seems to shift, changing his position so that he can flip her over completely. Laying her flat on her back on the bed, one of his hands pinning both of hers above her head as his other hand moves up the hem of her skirt. Inching further and further until he reached her panties, grazing the damp patch between her thighs.

“Fuck Spencer” she moans out at the contact, encouraging him, and he seems to appreciate it. His mouth attaching to her neck, sucking and biting in an attempt to leave his mark on her.

He lets up a few moments later, releasing her hands mostly so that he could begin to undo the buttons along the front of her dress, taking his time to unfasten each and every one of them so that it would fall open, exposing her to him.

“You’re so beautiful” he moans out, his hands starting to roam along all bare skin he could see. And she could feel every little touch, but she needed to see him, to touch him too. So she sat up as best as she could and began to undo the buttons of Spencer’s dress shirt. With his help they were both lying on the bed together in nothing but their underwear. Lips ferociously working against one another yet again.

“What do you like Spencer?” it comes out as a breathy moan when she can finally remove her lips from his for a second, “What do you want?”

He’s caught of guard by the question, Rachel never cared what he wanted. He looks down at her, the erratic rise and fall of her chest, the way her lips were slick and a little swollen, and the pure kindness behind her eyes. For a second he thought he might be in love already, but he knew that was silly. He had to think for a moment before he found the answer.

“Control” it escapes him before he realizes why. He’s never had it before, not in his love life, not in his sex life. But now, now he feels safe enough to ask.

“You want to be in charge?” she asks and he nods his head in confirmation.

“Okay” she smiles, “So tell me what to do” her eyes lock on his and he swears he can feel his heartbeat all over his entire body.

“Turn over” is the first thing he thinks of, and so she does.

Flipping over beneath him, her face tilted sideways so he can still see her as she lays on her front on top of the crisp white linen. He plants a soft kiss at the base of her neck and slowly snakes down along her spine, coming to a stop around her hips. He places his hands either side of her, gripping her hips with probably more force than necessary.

“Up” it’s just shy of a growl, and she complies, lifting her hips up off the bed, bending her knees beneath her. “No” he breathes out against her ear, “Just your hips” she adjusts her position a little and can hold it just long enough for him to slide one of the fluffy hotel pillows into the gap between her and the bed. Tilting her hips ever so slightly. “Perfect” he groans right against her ear.

He continues to move back down her body, once he reaches the swell of her ass this time though he grabs it roughly, his nails scratching the delicate skin as he paws at her. She can’t keep her moan contained as it rushes out of her.

“You like that?” he asks, his voice absolutely dripping with lust.

“Uh huh” she whines into the pillows. He takes that as a sign of encouragement, taking his hand off her before coming down swiftly on her ass cheek, she could feel the heat of it right away, the sharp sting of pain it left behind felt way better than it had any right to.

“Ah fuck” her moan rips through her without warning, so he does it again, a little harsher this time. And the noise echos throughout the room, followed by the filthiest moan Spencer’s ever heard in his life. It gets a little muffled in the pillows but he can still hear it.

“Harder” she lets out, and it’s such a small little voice.

“What was that Y/N?” he teases, leaning over her grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her face out of the pillows with it.

“Ah, harder, please” she begs this time and it makes him feel so, so good.

He returns to his position behind her again, raising his palm and letting it come down again in the exact same place where a raised handprint was starting to form already. The noises that escape her are pornographic and he had no idea his cock could even be this hard.

He takes some time to remove her panties, hooking his fingers into them on either side and peeling them down along her legs. The first thing he sees is how incredibly wet she is, dripping down the inside of her legs already.

“Oh you really liked that” he teases, “You’re fucking soaking wet from just a little spanking” she whines beneath him.

“Want you so bad” is all she can manage to say. He moves her legs a little further apart fully opening her up to him and he bites his lip at the picture in front of him. Taking two of his fingers he brings them right to her entrance, sinking them in slowly, curving them against her walls as he works in and out of her at an agonizing pace.

“Fuck, Spencer, oh my god” her breathing is frantic already as she squirms from the stimulation.

“Good girl, you think you’re ready to take my cock?” he asks, pushing in a third finger as deep at they’ll go, her back arches into his touch, forcing her ass further up against him.

“Yes, Spencer! Please!” she rasps as he drifts his thumb over her swollen clit.

“Okay baby” he pulls his fingers out of her, leaning forward again he brings his fingers up to her, and hooks them into her mouth, pulling her face up out of the pillows so he can hear her little whines. She sucks on the fingers in her mouth, tasting herself on them and at the same time she can feel Spencer’s cock pressed up against her ass.

Once she lets his fingers go he’s bracing himself above her, an arm either side of her torso, and his legs between hers. He takes some time to line up properly, before teasing at her entrance. When she’s practically begging beneath him he sinks in slowly.

“Spencer” she moans out uncontrollably. He’s not even fully inside of her yet and already she feels full.

“So fucking tight, so wet for me Y/N” he gasps, the feeling of her warm and clenching around him is almost too much. After she’s gotten used to the feeling of him he starts to pick up the pace, each thrust deep and deliberate, hitting right against her walls every single time.

She’s nearly crying at the stimulation, getting fucked into the bed, his cock pushing into her impossibly deep each time, hitting spots she didn’t even know she had. And there’s the added pleasure of the way his hips slam right up against her bruised ass each time he thrusts into her that just makes it all the sweeter.

She can tell he’s getting close now, by the way his movements are growing faster and a little less controlled by the second. But she wasn’t far off either, she couldn’t take much more.

“So close Spencer, feels so fucking good” she mumbles out.

And then the does the unexpected he changes his position, leaning down closer, so he was nearly flush against her back, almost pinning her down with his weight but not quite. The angle he hits her from now is definitely something new, she’s pretty sure he’s hitting right against her g-spot with every motion and she can’t contain herself now.

“Fuck! Spencer! Gonna cum” she’s pretty much screaming into the pillows and he continues to fuck into her. He’s releasing himself a moment later, his head coming to rest on her shoulder as he spills inside of her. Riding it out for another moment to two.

They stay like that for a little while, collapsed in a heap on top of one another, completely spent. When he does pull out he’s so careful, making sure she’s comfortable, racing to the bathroom to grab a washcloth and whatever lotion the hotel had.

He takes some time to clean her up before any of the mess they’ve made can dry between her legs. Then he takes some of the lotion and smooths it gently on the skin of her backside, taking care not to irritate it. He puts on a fresh pair of briefs and grabs her a t-shirt from his suitcase for her to sleep in, and her heart softens at the gesture.

When they both snuggle up under the covers, completely exhausted, she takes him in her arms, cuddling up to his back and spooning him. He needed to feel in control earlier, but she could tell what he needed now was comfort, safety, and reassurance that she wouldn’t be gone in the morning.

“Spencer?” she whispers against his ear,

“Y/N?” he responds in kind.

“Are you free for breakfast tomorrow?” she asks, and he knows she can’t see it with his back turned but he can’t contain the sleepy smile that he breaks out in. He’s only known this girl for a few hours and she was able to read him like a book.

“Absolutely”

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