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theamityelf · 3 months

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(Takes place in this Yandere AU.)

Ideally, the moment when Makoto remembered everything would have come at a time when he was alone, so he could process the information and collect himself. Instead, the pieces all came together in his mind in the middle of dinner. He was sitting right across from Izuru, who was watching him to see his always-rapturous reaction to the food.

And he remembered. The little recollections he'd had of a stoic girl, of a room that seemed to be his, of laughing with friends, clicked together. He remembered dating Kyoko, going to school at Hope's Peak, befriending Izuru, gently rejecting Izuru, hearing about the Tragedy, living in the school for a year, and then...

He dropped his fork.

"What's wrong?" Izuru asked.

"N-Nothing." His heart was racing, and he tried to keep the revelation, the horror, from his expression. He remembered Mukuro knocking all of them out, Junko...Junko and Mukuro were the Ultimate Despair, and Izuru had-! He quickly averted his eyes, shoveling food in his mouth to hide his reaction.

Izuru lied. He lied he lied he lied he lied he lied-

He could feel Izuru's gaze still locked on him. "How is it?"

"It tastes great!" It did. Izuru's cooking always tasted so good, it made his eyes water. But he didn't want his eyes to be watering right now. And he didn't want his voice to be shaking.

He needed to leave. He needed to...get to the school? To his friends? Just to get away from Izuru and the threat posed by his willingness to do something like this?

Makoto forced himself to meet Izuru's eyes and smile. "It's really good. Maybe even better than yesterday."

Izuru's expression was normal. Makoto hoped that meant he was convinced by the act. "I'm glad you like it."

Makoto let himself break eye contact, lowering his head to keep eating.

The Tragedy. There had been rumors going around that Izuru had caused it. That he'd killed the Student Council. Izuru himself had vanished after it happened. Makoto...he'd insisted that it must be a misunderstanding. Izuru wouldn't do that. He was their friend.

But now...too much started to make sense- horrible sense -if it was true. But what did he want with Makoto? Junko and Mukuro had seemed to have plans for them all, when they'd knocked them out. Why was Makoto alone with Izuru? Was there something that came next?

He needed to not think about this. If it came to a physical struggle or race, he could not hold his own against Izuru at all, so he had to make sure his reaction wasn't obvious. Just get through dinner, and once he was alone, he'd sneak into the garage. That must be where Izuru was keeping everything useful; it would explain why he told Makoto not to go in there.

"I, uh..." Lighter. His tone needed to be a lot lighter. "I don't think I can eat another bite." He forced a laugh. "It was really good, though! I'm just full. I think maybe I'll take a shower and get some rest. My headache is back." Please work, please...

"Your headache?" The words seemed to have the desired effect, based on the furrow in Izuru's brow. He got up from his chair. "I'll get your bed ready. If your headache is back, you should have a bath instead of a shower. I'll take care of that, too. Wait here."

He could feel his heartbeat in his throat, as Izuru left the room. He waited until the footsteps had made it all the way up the stairs before he got out of his chair as silently as he could.

Okay. No big deal. He just needed to sneak out on the Ultimate Ultimate, figure out where he was, find his family? Find the school? As if he could get inside, after everything they'd done to secure the place.

What could he do? What could he do? He had to do something.

He reached the door to the garage. Deep breath. He had to open the door silently; if Izuru heard him opening it, he could be back downstairs in two seconds. He turned the doorknob. Silently. Silently. Please, silently...

He pushed the door open. There was a faint creak at the hinge, and he winced, but he didn't hear any footsteps. He entered the garage and turned on the light.

His heart skipped a beat.

The contents of the garage...First of all, the wall where there should have been a large door to let cars in and out was replaced by a sheet of solid metal, making his prospects of escaping this way dubious. In the corner of the room was a desk with a computer and other devices whose names Makoto didn't know. A sleek black moped leaned against the far wall.

But most of the room was taken up by some kind of machine. It looked a little like an MRI scanner, but what it most resembled was a more compact version of the device he'd seen after being knocked out by Mukuro...and before losing his memory.

The door suddenly closed behind him, and he whipped around and saw that Izuru was here. He didn't look angry. His expression was calm. But he'd closed the door, cornering Makoto in a room with no other exits, and one of his hands was hidden behind his back.

"You are a bad liar," he said mildly.

"Izuru! I was, uh...I just...Sorry, I was curious."

"You remembered something." Izuru took a few steps closer. Makoto managed not to back away. It wouldn't make a difference if he did, anyway, save indicating to Izuru that they were no longer on the same side. "Or dreamed something. If you tell me what it was, I can tell you if it was a memory or a dream."

Those words, and the casual way they invoked the trust Makoto had placed in Izuru for the past few weeks, teased at the outrage he hadn't consciously felt building inside him. "I remembered the girl's name," he said heatedly. "Kyoko Kirigiri."

Izuru's expression remained very still. After a few seconds- enough for Makoto's anger to settle back into dread -he replied, "Yes, that was her name. She was the Ultimate Detective."

Makoto's heart faltered. "Was?"

A head tilt. "Are you worried about her?" Izuru took another few steps closer, and this time Makoto couldn't stop himself from backing away. He didn't have time to think past the reflex. "Is that why you snuck in here? Because you're worried about her?"

He couldn't focus on any pretense of ignorance he might have kept. Not with that critical "was" demanding his attention. And not with Izuru's gaze holding his so coolly, the memory of their past friendship, an awkward rejection, and their recent closeness looping through his mind. Why was he here? Why had Izuru taken him here?

"You're shaking," Izuru said. "You don't have to be afraid. I'm not angry at you for remembering; you had no control over it. Matsuda's procedure was flawed in the first place. I've been working to improve on it for a while now."

Makoto glanced over at the weird machine. No...

When he looked back at Izuru, he was closer. And the hand that had been behind his back was now visible. He was holding a syringe.

"W-Wait!" Makoto said, though Izuru had already stopped moving. "Please, what happened to everyone? My class? Kyoko? Are they okay?"

Izuru flicked at the needle. "I almost wish I could tell you she's already dead, but I haven't been keeping up with Enoshima's game. You are a much higher priority."

Those words. So callous. How could he say something like that so casually? "What game? I don't understand!"

"And you needn't. Don't worry. Next time, you won't regain the memories at all. The improved process is much more precise. You will forget only what I want you to forget, and there will be no more dreams. You'll be happier once she's been burned from your mind. And the process won't hurt. I've made sure of it."

"No!" Makoto ran, and Izuru didn't stop him; there was nowhere to go. He already stood in the way of the one door. All Makoto could do was scurry aimlessly, just focused on putting enough distance between them that it felt like Izuru ceased to be a danger. "You can't take my memories! They're my friends; I can't just forget them again!"

"You won't miss them." Izuru was approaching slowly. "They don't miss you. She has forgotten you exist. You just need to reciprocate. This way, everyone will be happy."

"Izuru-"

"Weren't we happy before? Today, yesterday? You were happy."

"Izuru, I promise, I won't try to leave-!"

"I promise you," he said, backing Makoto into the wall. "Only happiness." He covered Makoto's mouth with his hand before more begging could come out. "I promise. Do you understand? You brought me from a state of despondence and disinterest, I will cure your excessive loyalty to undeserving people, and everyone will be happy. Now, I don't want you to go in upset. Can you relax for me, please?"

#danganronpa #yandere kamuegi #yandere izuru kamukura #makoto naegi #izuru kamukura #kamuegi #memory kidnapping au #my fanfic

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sanccharine · 10 months

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13:29 | mm

pairing: assassin!momo x handler!reader

summary: good speakers are good liars, too bad momo is neither. co-written by @eternallyghosting chapter summary: momo shows a knack for hiding

word count: 0.8k

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You were rudely awoken from your nap by loud EDM blasting from who knows where. As you tiredly got out of bed to close the windows, you realized the music was coming from your own house. Just what exactly was Momo doing?

As you made your way downstairs, she was nowhere to be found. “Momo!” you called out, hoping for a response. None came.

Sighing, you made your way around the house, calling for her in every room you stuck your head into. Seriously, where was she? After an entire round trip through your home, you padded into the kitchen. Maybe she was in here, attempting to cook?

For the sake of your kitchen, you hoped not.

She wasn’t in the kitchen either.

You thought of giving up and calling her phone, but just then, you noticed it discarded on the sofa. Classic Momo, you thought. As you headed into your pantry to pull out one of the ciabatta loaves you’d baked the other day, you noticed one of your cabinet doors slightly ajar. As you moved close to push it shut, your ears picked up on something rhythmic—soft and slow.

Breathing.

In an instant, you straightened as much as you could without making noise. Your pantry was devoid of any actual weapons, unless you were willing to sacrifice your loaves.

Your hands would have to do.

A second passed, you had something of a plan in your mind. You were in no advantage for a full-on brawl. Disorientation was the way to go.

You slammed the door shut. The sound echoed through the pantry.

You had been ready to drag out whatever or whoever was in there, but instead, you were greeted with a familiar yelp.

When you opened the door, Momo dropped out clutching her ears.

"What—Momo? What are you doing?"

Momo stumbled as she pulled herself back while you tried to calm yourself down.

"Was that necessary?" Momo whined, rubbing her ears.

No, it wasn't. Paranoia had set in far too quickly. You'd secured your location multiple times. You know Momo had too. You were safe.

"I didn't know you had woken up already."

Logically, it couldn't have been anyone other than Momo... You should not have jumped to conclusions.

"I’ve been up for a while," you sat down in front of her, legs crisscrossing underneath you. "I called your name throughout the house, Momo."

"Oh," Momo said, her hand falling from her ears to rub the back of her neck. She sent you a sheepish smile. "I didn't notice. Sorry."

You were safe.

“What are you even doing here?”

She smiled at you as though hiding in a pantry cabinet was a perfectly normal thing to do. “Oh, didn’t you know? This is my meditation space. I’m meditating.”

“Meditate what?”

“You know when you take like deep breaths and stuff—”

“Momo, please,” you held up a hand, “I know what meditating is, but why here? And what do you even need to meditate for?”

She blinked.

“So, I was playing a very intense round of DDR, but I kept losing! So I needed to calm down. Hence,” Momo gestured at the cabinet, though she couldn’t wave her hands around much. “The meditation space.”

To say you were still confused would be an understatement. Momo seemed to sense this as well.

“Do you want to join me?”

“Momo, I do not want to join you—”

“No, no, come, you need to experience this!” Momo grabbed your hand and pulled.

“Momo, I’m not joining you! There’s no space—!”

“There’s so much space, come on,” Momo pushed herself to the side and brought her knees to her chest. “See!”

You mimicked her pose, with your head hanging low so as to not bump it. You were knee to knee, toe to toe, facing Momo. How she could wear such a big smile even when you could barely move was beyond you. She’d even managed to still hold onto your hand and let it rest above your knees. It wasn’t comfortable, but Momo was content.

“Isn’t this nice? Isn’t it relaxing? Calming?” If given the chance, you were sure Momo would mention every word synonymous with meditating.

“It’s cramped,” you deadpanned, sending a glare. She remained undeterred.

“A small price to pay,” she took both your hands in hers and held them over your knees.

A silence settled over you. Momo didn’t look away from your conjoined hands, consciously tracing lines on your knuckles.

“Momo,” she hummed in response. “How often do you come here?”

She considered her answer for a second, a sombre look passed over her face. “Quite a bit, every now and then, usually when you’re sleeping.”

Momo was a mysterious woman in many ways, and even after knowing her for so long, you were still learning new things about her.

“You’re right,” you said. Momo finally looked up at you. “This is relaxing.”

She smiled, bringing up your joint hands to kiss them. After staying there together for a while, you helped her up from where she was crouched onto the floor and led her out into the kitchen.

“Come on, I’m making sandwiches.”

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taglist: @someone-who-likes-broccoli

#a game of hide and seek #mala's collection #sanccharine #indigo's archive #eternallyghosthing :]#momo x reader #twice x reader #momo fluff #jype twice #twice imagines #momo imagines

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sane-omblog · 5 months

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9 Days of Solomon— Day 3: Knife

Purgatory Hall gang in the kitchen.

-I can't think of any warning but if there is plz let me know!

“Okay care to explain yourself, Solomon?” The angel towered over the said sorcerer who kept his face down yet with smile. “What did we talk about you in the kitchen?”

“Is not allowed,” he laughed to himself faintly.

“Because?”

“I might 'accidentally' cast a spell or misplaced some stuff amd that make you and Luke confused.” Solomon stated it clearly that's what the two angels told him. He continued before Simeon could ask “I just want to help you said you're going to be busy tonight so..”

Simeon seemed to not pleased by what he just heard but his expression didn't fallen. That's the scary part of his It's soften though, angels like him are kind regardless. “I appreciate your generous intention, but the fact that you break our promise is still there.”

Solomon pulled out his guilty face, made the angel sigh “Another reason is: I'm afraid for your safety, understand?”

That made the human even more confused, he had make a several dishes and meal by now, plus he can protect himself why that should be a problem now “it's not my first time cooking, you know? You need not to worry”

Simeon sighed again, he noticed the little angel walked in the room behind him and asked about what happened and why he is now sitting on the floor. The older angel gesture him to stand up right, and he was thankful of it he didn't think he could sit like that any longer.

“All right, you can help with this dinner but why don't you show Luke how you grab the knife so he can understand.” He looked not so sure about his own decision but Solomon didn't wait for his second thought and grabbed the knife.

Suddenly, Luke was hid behind his guardian with a shock expression. “I have to admit your way of holding knife is kind of.. weird, it's not so friendly let's say that”

Luke, sheepishly, words out “You looks like that scary guy in horror movie Leviathan make me watch with” Solomon thought he must meant the murderer from some B grade movie, but he hold the knife just fine he sure, it's not like he will drop it and harm anyone “It's like you about to stab someone, with that smiley face of yours”

The human gasped, no one ever told him it gave out that vibe, or again no one really saw his cooking process. He let out a faint ‘oh’ then looked down at his hand and tried to recall how Simeon hold it to follow but couldn't do it perfectly.

“I think we can use this opportunity to teach you how to make it less.. dangerous? So that at least you can help us chopping some ingredients ” The angel said after a short while he trying.

That's the first time ever someone offer him a chance to help in cooking-a chance after once banned, normally it's permanent so this is first- of course he gladly accepted it “Sure thing Simeon”

Simeon taught him since the first step not just to hold a knife but he started from how to wash the vegetables to how to place his hand on the things to cut, what the size of the ingredients should be, and so much more. But hey he enjoyed it, and he could see Luke listen to it as well since, much to his displeased, he was too young to concern with sharp objects and the older angel forbid him from them. He promised to teach him when he older though.

“It's not fair, Simeon always chop them for me when I want to bake...” He could hear the little angel grumbled and he couldn't stop the urge to tease him

“ haha guess you have to be patient, kid ” and wow how much that work to provoke him, Luke exclaimed loudly. If only he wasn't got slight smack in the arm from Simeon he would continue.

“Why don't you try to keep your pose properly instead?” that smile was telling him that Simeon was just play along as well with light force he put in that smack. But if he didn't do as he said and joke more, it would turn into something not joking at all. That's why Solomon agreed easily, he was scolded once and didn't want twice.

They let the cozy and warmth of kitchen brought them into comfortable and little chat while cooking. Stew's smell in stock pot, the knife was put back in shed, plate set on the table. He sat at it with glass of water in hand, he didn't made the whole meal for them but making it with them is nice too.

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I think it would be funny if not only Solomon do everything just like the recipe said and it still turn out.. yknow but he have a strange way to hold stuff and with it is something dangerous like knife our angels would never let it slide when they know (start from polite excuse to keep him away from kitchen tho)

I may be add picture if I have time!

#9daysofsolomon #obey me solomon #9 days of solomon #fanfic #obey me shall we date #obey me #obey me simeon #obey me luke #purgatory hall gang

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asmutwriter · 7 months

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You Saved Me (Part 8)

DESCRIPTION: (Season 8) You get invited to a birthday party. Needing some help you call the first man that comes to mind. Dean Winchester

WORD COUNT: 2460

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WARNINGS: swearing, single mum

DISCLAIMERS

- This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

- Not been proof read

A YEAR LATER

"Honey"

"No mum"

"Hand it over" you have your hands up in a defence pose, sowly holding one out towards you youngest daughter. SHe shakes her head

"Mumy no"

"Lydia. Please just give me the spoon" she giggles, licking the end of the spoon. Smiling as the chocolate icing hits her tongue. SHe giggles as you smile, tackling her and tickling her "Thats it little miss"

"Mummy no!" she squeals as you tickle her, wrestling the spoon from her hand and placing it on the side. You pick her up. Body facing away from you as you hold her. Arms wrapped around her as you move. Going into the living room. Anna looks at you, going over she smiles at her younger sister

"We have a prisoner Detective Anna. The Infamous 'spoon theif'"

"The crime?" she stands up, coming over and placing her hands behind her back.

"STealing spoons used halfway through cooking some food and eating from the utensul"

"Hmm. You know what the punishment for that is, correct?" she smiles. Grabbing her sisters feet and tickling the soles of them "Tickle torture" more enjoayble squealing

"Mummy!" she squeals. Wriggling in your grip and kicking. A grin accross her face.

"Ok" you say, Anna stopping her torment "I think shes learnt her lesson" she nods, putting her down she folds her arms. Glaring at you both as an unaplogetic smile is plastered on her face.

"Youre both horrible to me"

"Hey you knew what the penalty was for theiving food before its ready" you smile "Im going to go continue cooking. STay in here ok? Both of you" they both nod, slight evil grins on both their faces. You turn around, playfully looking over your shoulder as you go t the kitchen. Continuing decorate the cupcake you were icing. Using a fresh and unlicked spoon however. You place the cake into the container. Pushing it to the far back of the counter. Going back into the living room with your hands behind you back. You see the two girls sitting on the floor. Both of which seem to be colouring.

"I made the cakes. Now they're for tomorrow so please dont have them before we go to the party ok?"

"Ok mum" you smile "thankfully for you" you pull out the two cupcakes from behind your back "I made a couple of extra. Just for quality control" they both smile. You hand one to each of them as they unwrap and eat their sweet treats.

"The rest are for tomorror. Got it?" they both nod, grinning with mouthfuls of cake causing you to chuckle.

Th rest of the day goes by as normal. Doing the chores, putting the kids to bed, having a shower, going to bed, getting up in the morning, heading to the party. It was one of Anna's friends birthday. You were quite friendly with the mum so she had asked you for some help with the food. You were on cupcakes. You drive up, parking outside her house.

Yu go inside. Your oldest going and playing with her friends. Your youngest clinging to your leg as the mum of the birthday boy comes in. She hugs you in greeting "Rose! Im so glad you coul make it"

"Sarah its nice seein you" she smiles, moving away and taking the cakes from you. Placing them on the counter with the other stuff. She smiles and crouches down

"Yo must be Lydia" she says, smiling as she nods. Hiding her face into your leg as you both let out a soft chuckle. SHe stands up, smiling at you "Come on. Let me introduce you to the other parents" she smiles. Motioning for you to follow her as she leads you to her garden. She introduces you to two couples. Going to introduce you to the next couole she gets distracted

"Honey no- Im sorry Ive got to- honey please dont eat that. Thats not edible" she runs over to one of the kids. The two couples laugh slightly

"SO wheres yur husband?" you shake your head "Wife?"

"No. Im not married"

"Oh..." the look they give you. One of disgust. Just as your phone tings. You take it out of your pocket. A new message from Dean. Just one asking how you and the girls are. But it gives you an idea.

'Meet me at this address. Come alone. I'll explain when you get here'.

You smile at the couples as they judge you. Saying to Lydia to go and grab some cake. Just as your phone dinged again

'Be there in 20'

"Sorry I need to go and talk to Sarah for a second" you say to the couples as they nod. Watching as you walk away. You hear scoffing behind you. "Hey Sarah" you smile as you find her in the kitchen "Im so sorry. I didnt think he'd be able to come but he just texted me saying that hes gotten off of work early and he can come to this party and I didnt think youd mind bu-"

"Woah slow down Rose. WHos he?"

"My boyfriend. Sorry I thought Id told you" you smile at her as she shakes her head

"Hes coming here?" you nod "Oh my god. I get to meet one of your partners. They normally only last a week so this is pretty big news. WHat did you say his name was again?"

"Dean" she nods. Grabbing a pen you snatch it from her hand "Do not write it down. ANd please act semi normal when you meet him. Please? Dont want to scare him off" she nods, hugging you tightly

"Im so happy for ypu" you chuckle slightly, patting her back before she moves away "you deserve this Rose. You deserve to be loved"

"Ok thats enough of that sappy shit. Come on" she smiles, letting out a small squeal before putting on a straight face. Nodding as she heads back to her party. You go and stand in the doorway to the garden. Watching one of your kids eating her way through the varius cakes. The other pkaying some sort of balloon game with her friends.

You jump as you hear a knock at the front door. Going and answering it. Dean looks at you. Panic in his eyes as he looks at you. "Are you ok? Where are the girls?" he takes your shoulders, checking you over to make sure you have no injuries.

"Im ok" you take his face between your two gabds. Making him look at you as his hands automaticly go to your waist. "Me and the girls are fine. Completely"

"Then why am I here?" you move away from him sligthly, rubbing one of your arms as you look down

"So there were these people and they were just... disgusted almost by the fact that I was a single mum. And you texted me so I got an idea and I thought that if you're free you wouldnt mind pretending to be my boyfriend to prove those bitchy parents wrong. I know I shouldve rang you to explain or sent a less criptic message but I was annoyed and I just didnt want to be judged by my friends posh friends. Or not judged that much anyway" he nods slightly, looking down as a soft chuckle leaves his lips

"I thought that you and the girls had been captured. Were being horrifically totruted. So Im glad that it turns out to be that you just wanted a date to the prom" you smile, bringing your hands up near you face.

"Youre going to stay?"

"Do I get to eat the free food?" you nod "The I'll stay" you suqeal, hugging him tightly.

"Thank you so much" you kiss his cheek.

You update him on his back story as you link arms with him. Heading to the garden. Anna runs over to you. Grinning as she hugs you. Lydia closely following behind. Gripping her older sisters sleeve.

"I dont mean to brag but me and Lydia did pretty good in the treausre hunt" she holds up a goodie bag filled with sweets and chocolate

"Oh wow you did do well"

"Lydia got shy about doing the hunt on her own so I told her we can share when we get back"

"Thats very kind of you" you smile as she nods, looking around at the other kids still finding stuff

"It meant I had a good excuse to pick up twice the amount of candy" she turns and grins at you again. Looking at Dean she smiles at him "I didnt realise you were coming to this party" he nods

"You're mum asked me to come for emotional support" she nods slightly. Lydia pulls Annas sleave. She looks at her younger sister. Following her poitned finger. Nodding

"We're gping over to the bouncy castle, ok?" you nod, smiling as you watch them go over

"I swear they get bigger everytime I see them" you smile, folding your arms slightly as you watch them "you've done very well at raising them. They've both turned out to be quite lovely young ladies"

"Well I dont know about that. I walked in on Lydia eating an entire jar of peanut butter not to long ago" he laughs as you smile, facing him as you watch the sides of his eyes crinkle from laughing.

"That wasnt a comment I was expecting. Not going to lie" you chuckle slightly "Seriously though. Ive seen people whove been through less shit then you and those girls have had to deal with. ANd they turn out to be real dickbags. The fact that you three are genuinly kind human beings. Id take that as a win" you nod, smiling at his words

"Thanks Dean" he smiles

"No problem Kat" he looks around. Seeing the buffet table "Iim hungry. Lets go get some grub right?" he points over to it, walking over to it you follow him in his stride. Grabbing a plate his fingers do an almost dance before he starts piling the food onto it. You grab one of the small sandwches and strt eating it. Turning as you watch your kids.

You feel a hand on your shoulder. Making you jump. You clutch at your heart as you see Sarah standing next to you. Chuckling as you lean over slightly "jesus christ dont do that".

"Sorry love. I was just wondering where your new fella was" You nod, turning to look at the green eyed man next to you. Who curretnly has what appears to be some sort of savoury food in his mouth. You look at the ground and let out a small chuckle

"Honey" you gently touch his arm. He turns to face you. Covering his mouth slightly as he looks at you, then Sarah "this is my boyfriend, Dean. Dean, this is my friend Sarah" he smiles at her. Swallowing his food before speaking

"Nice to meet you" he motions at the food on the table "this is delicious by the way" she smiles

"Thank you. I made most of it myself" he nods, eating some more of the food. She asks the typical questions. How did you first meet? How long you've been together? What proffesion does he have? Thankfully you both stuck to relatively the truth. Met 10 years ago as you had some informatoin about a case he was working on. Been friends since then. About two months agp you got up the courage and asked him out on a date. It went well and youve been together since.

As youve fnished answering all the questions Lydia runs over to you. Tears in her eyes. You kneel down. "Sweetie whats wrong?" she holds up her pinkie finger. Sniffing slightly as you see a small cut on the end. "Oh baby" you take her hand between yours. Kissing her fingers. "Is that better?" she nods slightly, hugging you. You wrap your arms around her before letting her go. STanding up as Sarah smiles at her

"Do you want me to go get you a plaster?" she nods, giggling slightly as she hides in your leg. SHe smiles "shall we go get you one?" she holds her hand out. SHe shyly takes her hand. Her smile goes to you and Dean "It was lovely meeting you" he nods and meets her smile with his own

"It was nice meeting you too" she smiles, walking out to the kitchen. He turns to you slightly, whispering at you as he continues to have a smile on his face. "That was the most terrifying interigation I've ever had" you laugh, covering your kuth as Lydia runs back out. SHe holds her hand up to you. You smile. Taking her hand as you admire the plaster.

"Its got a unicorn on it" she says to you as you nod, smiling

"Id say its a plaster truly worthy for a princess" she giggles. Running off to contunue playing. You and Dean chat whilst the partyt continues. The occasional parents comes over and chats to you both. Then its time for you to leave. Its a Sunday so the guests leave early. Wnating to get ready for work and school the next day. You go outside. Dean following shortly behind you as you help your kids into the car. Doing up Lydias seat belt. Double checking Anna has hers put on as she suts in the front. You shut the front door, turning to Dean.

"You are welcome to come back to mine if you'd like. I imagine you want to get back to your brother though" he smiles at you, putting his gaze onto the two kids in the car before looking at you again

"I should go back to Sam. I kind of left ubruplty. I dont want him to worry about me" you nod, hugging him as you wrap your arms around his neck. You feel his arms go around your waist, his head going into your shoulder. You stay like this for a few moments before he kisses the top of your head before moving away from the hug. He looks through the open window of the car "it was lovely seeing you girls again" Lydia waves enthusiasticly to him as Anna turns to face him

"It was nice seeing you Dean" he nods and smiles, putting his fist out for a fist bump. Anna chuckles. Meeting his fist bump. Causing him to smile as he waves at Lydia.

"Bye" he whisper speaks to you before heading to his car. You get in the drivers seat. Waving as Dean drives past you. Anna watching the both of you as you smile at each other.

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New Fic!

Realized I hadn't posted it on Tumblr, so here ya go! This one is a time skip back to when BJ just got back, before he's "settled down". Also my first foray into Barbara's POV! Heaven help me.

Summary: Beetlejuice is officially back in the Deetz/Maitland house! However, despite apologies all around and Rules, it's not all sunshine, holding hands, and singing kumbaya. Barbara especially is having a hard time warming up to the new house demon, and Beetlejuice isn't making things easier. But not to worry, because Lydia has a plan. What could be better for bonding than a bit of mayhem?

EXCERPT: Chapter 1: A New Perspective

Lydia came into breakfast with Beetlejuice floating behind her on his back, lounging with the same relaxed sprawl as a man on a swim lounge. Barbara, busy cooking breakfast, watched the demon with more than a little wariness as she nudged the sausage around the pan.

Beetlejuice had been officially “back” for a week, and she couldn’t help the swirl of discomfort whenever she saw him. His reintroduction had been rough: two weeks of baffling family pranks followed by one gigantic prank played on Lydia’s school… with Lydia’s full knowledge and gleeful participation.

Barbara still wasn’t sure how to feel about Lydia’s deception. Lydia, amazing girl that she was, could be a wild card. Barbara also realized that Lydia had yet to say hello, the girl’s full focus on the demon. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that either.

“Are you going to actually sit and eat breakfast like a normal person today?” Lydia asked the demon, her voice still slurred with sleepiness. Like most teens, she was not a morning person.

Beetlejuice flipped around so he was sitting on air and struck a thoughtful pose. “Like a normal person? Now that is a deep thought, Lyds.”

“It really isn’t.”

“It could be.”

Lydia poured herself some orange juice, squinting at the glass with the concentration of a drunk demonstrating sobriety. “Beej, you’re too shallow to have anything deep, much less deep thought. Now sit down and have breakfast.”

He cackled, which made Barbara wince. The man— demon had a laugh that could rattle windows. Lydia transferred her squint to him, and when he grinned back, Barbara felt a thrill of alarm. There was always a bit of mischief in Beetlejuice’s expression. They’d learned that fast, even before the reintroduction. But now his yellow eyes were dancing and there was a tiny bit of malice in his smile. “You know, maybe I will sit down, since you insist, but normal? That sounds downright boring.”

He snapped his fingers and the world twisted.

“Oh my goodness!” Barbara shrieked, dropping her spatula. At the same time, there was a thud and Lydia let out an “Oof!” of surprise.

They were on the ceiling. Or was the ceiling under them? Everything was the same, but… no, the room had flipped. Her spatula had fallen and hit the lamp, which was now on the ground, next to a very annoyed Lydia. Beetlejuice, smirking, pulled out a chair and settled himself. “Morning, Babs,” he said cheerfully. He picked up Lydia’s juice and gulped it down.

“Beetlejuice,” she said, hating how her voice shook. “What did you just do?”

“You got eyes.” He looked around, so obviously pleased himself it made her want to smack him.

“You need to undo it!”

“Do I, though? I’m comfy.” He turned to look at her, yellow eyes intense. “You’re comfy, ain’t you, ghost girl?”

#beetlejuice the musical #beeltejuice fanfiction #Strange and Unusual Summer #ao3 #fanfiction #found family #funny #barbara maitland #adam maitland #beetlejuice #lydia deetz #my works

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her0-ic · 2 years

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Naruto Ficlet: The Break

Summary: Uchiha Sasuke’s injured arm isn’t the only thing that is sorely out of practice. Post-war AU. COMPLETE.

Disclaimer: Naruto is (c) Masashi Kishimoto and Shueisha, Inc.

THE BREAK

"Let's have a look, shall we?"

Haruno Sakura was in full-scale doctor mode as she cracked her patient's cast and carefully extracted the previously broken extremity. Her eyes were focused and lips pursed as she then unwound the orthopedic padding that encompassed the limb.

"Your arm is going to appear strange, but there's no reason to be alarmed," she cautioned. "It'll be atrophied due to the lack of use, and your skin will be dry and pale due to the casting."

A grunt was received for her effort.

When the appendage was finally revealed, Uchiha Sasuke was vexed to see that it fit her description perfectly. His right arm was dry, pale... and weak.

"I need to check for pain and ensure you have proper range of motion," Sakura went on to explain. She proceeded to run her chakra-laced hands over his withered flesh, gently applying pressure to see if there was any unnecessary tenderness. Satisfied with the results, she began to rotate his arm in various directions.

"Excellent progress," she remarked. "Still, it's going to be a while before your muscles return to normal. You'll have to take it easy during that time. No strenuous activity."

Sasuke unhappily demanded, "How long?"

"Six weeks, at minimum."

"Fuck," he muttered.

Sakura was the consummate professional, not the least bit fazed by his show of temper. "I'll have a nurse provide you with some at-home instructions. However, if you experience any difficulty, you should immediately follow-up with the hospital."

She retrieved Sasuke's chart and jotted down a couple of notes.

"Since my right arm isn't at one hundred percent, does that mean you're going to continue with the daily visits? To assist me around the house?" he blandly posed.

Subsequent to the breaking of Sasuke's arm, Sakura had made it her habit to call on him and be responsible for cooking, cleaning and other household chores.

The seemingly disinterested inquiry earned a delicate arch of the brow. "What does your right arm have to do with anything?"

Sasuke could not help but frown. "Because it's impaired, obviously. I can't do shit without it."

At his response, Sakura gave an amused shake of the head. "Be reminded that I was your teammate and stalked you for years, Sasuke-kun. Do you really think I haven't realized you're ambidextrous?"

His face became inflamed.

"You're quite self-sufficient with the left hand. The broken arm was just my excuse to visit."

'So, what's your excuse?' was the unspoken question.

Sakura took pity on him as she moved towards the exit. "Not the most flattering way to be asked out, but I accept. I'll swing by your place after my shift."

Watching her depart, Sasuke found himself to be embarrassed, tongue-tied and oddly pleased.

THE END

#naruto #sakura haruno #sasuke uchiha #sasusaku #fanfiction #heroe

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britswriting · 1 year

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Desire (46)

Desire Masterlist

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I apologize for the person I became whilst writing this chapter lmao

I wrote this till like 5am, I did my best editing it this morning, but if you see errors, no you don't lmao

Warning: Sexual content, Sexual assault - they do not go hand in hand.

*Leighton's POV*

Vegas was interesting. Colby flew me in the night before Katrina's birthday, Kat being overly excited to show me around their new house and her recent purchases.

"Look how good the photos turn out with this mirror!" She scrolled through her phone, a plethora of images going by.

That night Sam cooked for us, which surprised me, the four of us playing Uno and Monopoly as we watched Netflix, basking in the fact that we could all hang out together again.

The day of Katrina's birthday, everyone else flew in, and it was overwhelming to be honest.

A lot of these people I haven't seen since our Castle Airbnb, so it was an interesting catch up.

I walked out of Colby's bathroom, seeing him throw on his faux leather jacket.

"Well don't you look yummy" I announced, scaring Colby.

"You've been hanging around Stas too much" He muttered, both of us laughing.

"I can't believe Sam really did buy her a bell" I snickered, grabbing my phone off of the charger, checking my messages.

"You look stunning Leighton" Colby complimented, his eyes running down my body, my cheeks flushing.

"You look like Colby" I teased, placing a few kisses against his lips.

"Take some photos with me?" He asked, opening his camera.

We took a few normal selfies, two of us kissing, and then some funny ones before posing in front of the mirror, following the same pattern.

"Here wait" He snickered, turning around, having me follow his movement before he placed his hand on my ass.

"Why?" I laughed, squeezing his ass and watching him take a few quick photos, pulling me into his arms.

"I love you so much" He murmured against my hair, kissing the top of my head.

"It's not fair that I'm in heels, and you still have a few inches on me"

"Your personality makes up for your height" Colby teased, and I watched him send the photos of me, making one of our silly ones his home screen.

Colby was pretty handsy in the car, his hand slipping between my legs a few times, earning a few glares.

Hand in hand we walked through the door together, bright colorful lights and loud music stimulating our brains as we found a table.

"I'm going to order shots, what would you like Leighton?" Sam asked, Stas offering me to sit next to her.

"Uh... A coke or Pepsi is fine" I offered a small smile, taking a seat whilst Sam and Kat made their way to order drinks.

Being surrounded by influencers again was something I wasn't used to.

I was hyper aware of all of the photos and videos being taken around me, knowing I needed to be careful with Colby before our touchy feely moments ended up on Aaliyah's twitter.

A few people asked me to take group photos with them, mentally eye rolling every time they were shocked I still didn't have Instagram.

"Can I post this to my story?" Stas asked, our recent selfie on her phone, white letting reading "Reunited and it feels so good!!"

"Yeah, I don't care" I smiled, spotting Sam and Kat coming back with drinks.

"Two Pepsi's for Leighton" Sam handed over, and I thanked him, struggling to pop the seal. "Help!" I fake whined, Colby flipping the tab for me, plopping a straw into it. "Thank you" I grinned, Colby leaning down to kiss me, "You're very welcome"

We mingled at the table for a little bit, before Colby came over towards me, holding out his hand.

"I'm wearing heels, I planned on sitting most of the night"

"And I planned on hanging out with my sexy girlfriend all night"

"So sit" I patted the seat next to me, scooting closer to Stas, leaning barely enough room for her.

"I can't grind on you here" He pouted, my eyes widening.

"I mean, you could, it just would be awkward and you'd probs have bruises from the table" Stas teased, Colby groaning.

"Please, five minutes, that's all I ask" He bargained and I gave in, clasping my hand in his, letting him pull me up.

I pulled my tight skirt down, Colby slowing his pace down so I didn't fall on my face.

I went to wrap my arms around his shoulders, only for him to pivot his body so he was behind me, his hands wrapping around my waist.

"You look and smell so good, I'm going feral" He murmured into my ear, his teeth grazing just above my piercing.

"Did you drink a horny serum or what?" I laughed, letting my head fall back against his shoulder.

"My eyes did the second you walked out of my bathroom looking like dripping gold"

"Dripping gold? I'm wearing all black"

"Same thing"

"No it's not!" I laughed, Colby's hand resting in front of my vagina, my body freezing.

"What are you doing?"

"Covering what's mine"

"It's already covered by my thong and skirt, dumbass"

"Jesus Christ, did you have to tell me you're wearing a thong?"

"It's black lace too" I smirked, turning around to face him, seeing his jaw clench and his eyes darken.

"I hate you"

"Good"

"Should I just" Colby moved a black heart emoji over my face, teasing me.

"You're annoying"

"Fine, I'll share my beautiful girlfriend with the world" He grumbled, moving the heart to the trash.

Colby giggled to himself, making me look over at his phone, seeing he typed out "Night out with my girls", making me roll my eyes and kiss his cheek as he hit post.

a/n: Envision Leigh next to Stas lol I don't wanna edit

By the time we left the bar, almost everyone was drunk, meaning I had to wrangle 10 people back to the house.

I slipped off my heels, holding them in my hands as I winced, climbing the stairs with Colby.

I shut the door behind us, dropping my heels next to it, watching Colby slip his shoes and jacket off, tossing them onto the floor.

I wiped my makeup off, wetting my toothbrush when Colby came in to pee.

"Hey" I frowned, turning away.

"You've seen my dick babe"

"Doesn't mean I wanna see you pee"

"It's my bathroom"

"I was here first"

"My house"

"And if you want me to stay your girlfriend, you'll wait next time"

"You're being dramatic" he muttered, and I spat out the toothpaste, glaring at him.

"For the love of god, if you can't make it into the toilet, sit down!" I scolded, Colby's cheeks going red. "I'm no longer using this bathroom. You're cleaning that"

"I'm too drunk to clean baby"

"Sounds like you problem to me"

I slipped out of the bathroom, leaving Colby to himself.

"You better flush!" I called back, slipping my skirt down my legs, letting out a breath of relief when I could spread my legs more than two inches.

I sat on the floor, letting my legs spread out as I leaned forward.

"What are you doing?" Colby asked.

"Stretching"

"Why?"

"Because being a girl is hard Cole, my hips hurt from being constrained, and my feet kill from trying to look good"

"You always look good baby" he sat down across from me, startling me when his foot touched mine.

"What are you doing?"

"Showing you how ridiculous you look" he leaned forward, mocking me.

"That's rude. You were in skinny jeans all night"

"Pressing against my raging boner, it was quite annoying Leigh"

"Whose fault was that?"

"Yours for looking hot"

I sat up, keeping my legs spread, Colby's eyes widening.

"Leighton Rae Fox"

"What? — Oh" I giggled, "Sorry"

"That was mean"

"It's your fault for getting drunk. You don't think I'm wet from having your cock press against my ass and crotch all night?"

"You're bullying me!" He whined, crawling over to me and softly pushing me down onto the carpet, hovering over me.

"I am not" I laughed, moving my hands under his shirt, running my nails lightly against his back.

"Let me get my dick wet please" he begged, pressing his clothed crotch into mine.

I practically cackled, Colby kissing my neck as I squirmed.

"Sober up Colby, then we'll talk"

"You know what will sober me?"

"Hm?"

"You're pussy juice"

"That's disgusting, shut up"

"You're going to tell me you don't want my tongue playing with your clit?" He asked in a low tone, his breath hitting my ear, my back arching, my boobs pressing against his chest which made my shirt rub against my nipples, a soft moan escaping from my throat.

"I'm not fucking you when you can't even pee in the toilet. What if you put it in the wrong hole? I'm not ready for anal Cole"

I felt his chest vibrate against me, laughing to himself before pressing his lips into mine, practically taking my breath away before muttering "You're cute", placing a sweet kiss to my lips. "You have to fuck me before you leave"

"I don't have to do shit"

"True, but I'd really like to see your pretty cunt glisten under my touch, so I'd be preferred if you did"

"You can't say shit like that when I can't fuck you" I groaned, resisting the urge to press my hips into his.

"You can too fuck me"

"You're too drunk to think straight. I don't want something happening, and you not paying attention to me because you're too focused on cumming. Plus, you'll cum in like 10 seconds and I'll have to finish myself off, and if that's the case, what's the point in having a boyfriend if my vibrator lasts longer, and can make cum?"

"One that's bullying and two, you have a vibrator now?"

"You bought it. See, you're too drunk-"

He cut me off, "And you've used it without me?"

My brow furrowed, my hands slipping down his back to the waistband of his jeans, resting on the waistband of his boxer briefs. "Wasn't that the purpose of it?"

"I mean.. yeah" He frowned, before his eyes lit up, "Does that mean I get a vibrator too?"

My eyes widened, my heart racing, "You want a vibrator?"

"Yeah, why not?" He moved off of me, my hands falling to my stomach as he kneels in front of me.

"Alright shut up before I cream my thighs" I groaned, mental images of him running a vibrator over his cock playing on repeat.

"Always a messy girl" he teased.

I rolled my eyes, holding my hands out so he could pull me up.

"We need to get you to bed so I can fuck you in the morning"

"Fuck" he groaned, watching me stand up and pull my shirt over my head, my bare back to him yet again, except this time his temptations won and I felt him bite my asscheek.

"Hey! That hurt you know"

"I don't care"

"Who's the bully now"

"You. You just stripped to just your black lace thong right in front of me, what did you expect?"

"You to contain yourself"

"What did you call it the other day? Girlfriend tax, wasn't it? Well uh, that's my boyfriend tax!" He grinned, a laugh leaving my body, turning so I was facing him, Colby still kneeling in front of me.

"You look good on your knees"

"Such a dominant girl" he smirked, my hands messing up his hair.

Colby kissed right above my belly button, my stomach flipping at the feeling, my knees practically wobbling.

"Colby, we can't. You're drunk"

"And horny"

"Wait for tomorrow"

"But there are going to be so many people here, and right now, everyone is too drunk to care about our moans"

"I'm not fucking you whilst you're drunk. Would you fuck me if I was drunk?" I asked, his hand grabbing my boob, my hand covering his, going to remove it, until he squeezed. "Cole!"

"Please?" He asked and I shook my head.

"No"

"Please" He tried again, my answer staying the same.

"Fine" he huffed and I grinned, helping him stand up.

"Thank you" I pecked his lips.

Colby stripped down to his boxers, pulling me into his arms on his bed.

"Colby! I need to get a shirt" I whined, groaning at the impact.

"You really don't. Your body is beautiful, let me cherish you baby" He kissed my shoulder blade, letting me wiggle away from him.

"I have a hickey on my boob from when you fondled me in the bathroom" I grumbled, seeing the dark splotch where my skin had been exposed.

"Just marking my territory, darling"

"Don't call me that"

"Why?" He laughed, rolling onto his side to face me.

"Makes me feel old"

"You are old"

"You're older"

"You've got me there"

I shimmied on his bed, feeling my boobs bounce, Colby's hand cupping them again.

"Keep your hands to yourself or I'm putting on your shirt"

"You act like that's a punishment. My shirt doesn't even cover your ass. Plus, you'd look hot in it, and I can snake my hands under it and squish and squeeze" He squeezed my boobs again for good measure, smirking against my shoulder when I huffed.

"You're clingy"

"You're sexy"

"Back atcha baby"

"Baby huh?" He smirked and I groaned, muttering, "Shut up Brock", feeling his arm wrap across my stomach, my back to his chest.

"Make me baby" He hummed, nipping at my shoulder.

"You need to go to bed" I muttered, feeling my tiredness become stronger.

"I'm too horny to sleep" He mumbled against my skin, pressing his clothed boner against my ass.

"Then go jack off in the shower" I mumbled, shifting forward, trying to create distance, only to have him pull me back into his chest.

"I could just jack off in front of you. I know you come quick when I do that"

"Cole Robert Brock I swear to god-"

"I'm kidding, calm down" He chuckled, his hand snaking up to my neck, cupping my jaw from under my chin, carefully turning my head over my shoulder, leaning up a little so he could kiss me as I muttered, "I hate you" against his puckered lips.

"Good" he mocked, his tone higher pitch, copying me from earlier.

"Fuck you"

"I wish you would" He groaned.

"I'm put a gag in your mouth I swear"

"Kinky"

"COLBY!"

"Okay okay, I'll stop"

"Thank you" I sighed, snuggling more into the pillow, tugging at the blanket, groaning. "You have to share!"

"If you won't share your pussy, I won't share the blanket"

"The fuck? My vagina is not communal, nor for rent" I tugged harder at the blanket he was hogging. He tugged more over to his side, refusing to share. "You know what? Fuck you" I grumbled, moving away from me and shifting so I was on my stomach, my leg bent as I cuddled the pillow.

At least it was Vegas, so it was somewhat warm in here.

I felt the goosebumps rise on my skin and I sighed, feeling Colby's hand touch my ass.

"Touch me one more time and I swear to god I will cut off your dick" I grumbled, over his antics.

I was too tired to deal with this.

"You're ass is on show though" he pouted, my eyes rolling, even though they were closed.

"It is not my fault if you can't control yourself"

"Leighton" he sighed, and I felt him move closer to me.

"Don't fucking touch me" I shoved him away the best I could with my back still facing him.

"I'm sorry, please cuddle me"

"No. You're being an asshole"

"I'm sorry"

"Go fuck yourself" I grumbled, wishing I could pass out.

"Leigh" Colby whined repeatedly whilst I ignored him, until I had enough.

I huffed, swinging my legs to the side of the bed, finding his shirt and snatching a pair of my sweatpants from last night.

I pulled my pants up, and the shirt over my head when he asked, "What are you doing?"

"Go to bed" I grumbled, adjusting his shirt on my waist, snatching my phone off the nightstand, grabbing my charger.

"Where are you going?"

"Somewhere else. Go to bed"

"Leighton, please. I'm sorry. I just-"

"Go to bed Colby. I'm not fucking you whilst you're drunk"

"I'm not drunk anymore-"

"Yeah well you pissed me off"

"I'm sorry"

"I'll see you in the morning"

"Where are you going?"

"Goodnight Colby"

"Leighton!"

I sighed, shutting the door behind me, making my way to where Stas and Devyn were, knocking on their door.

I heard someone call out about if I was drunk to go away, that they weren't interested in fucking, confusing me.

Was everyone horny when they were drunk?

"It's Leighton, not horny, nor drunk" I announced, hearing Stas laugh.

"Come in!"

"Is there room for one more?" I asked, leaving the door open whilst I found a wall plug.

"I thought you were sleeping with Colby?" Stas asked, squinting from the hall light shining into the room.

"He's drunk and annoying"

"He's a clingy drunk, that's for sure"

"He wants to have sex, and I refuse, and he's being a brat" I grumbled, plugging in my phone and leaving it on the floor to go turn off the hall light.

"You know he loves you too much to hurt you, right? He'd never like rape you or anything" Stas frowned, shifting over towards the middle, allowing me room.

"I know that" I hissed, "I just don't want to fuck him whilst he isn't thinking straight"

"Your relationship" She mumbled and I stayed quiet, Stas handing me the comforter.

I don't know how long I laid there for, my mind racing as I began to feel guilty before huffing and puffing, climbing out of bed, snatching my phone and walking back to Colby's room.

I hate him.

Colby's room was pitch black, forcing me to use my phone's flashlight so I didn't fall on my face, knowing he left clothes on the floor.

His snores filled my ears as I watched my footing, plugging my phone in and crawling back into his bed.

Thankfully he was passed out, a frown on his face as I stole some of the blanket back.

At some point in the night I shimmied out of the sweatpants, feeling too hot.

I woke up that morning cuddled into Colby's chest, seeing he was still asleep.

Grabbing my phone, I saw it was 10:36am, seeing a message from my dad which ended up being a photo of Gemma asleep, his message reading "Out like a light!" from 10pm last night.

I replied to Aaliyah's texts, raving about my outfit since she followed Colby on Instagram, telling me she needed solo photos, making me laugh as I picked a few, sending them her way.

I laid in bed texting with her since she was three hours ahead, fawning over the photo she sent of River passed out, a little girl snuggled into chest.

Aaliyah: He's a fucking dream, I swear!

11am rolled around, a knock on the door.

"Come in!" I called out as quietly as I could, seeing it was Sam.

"Breakfast is downstairs if you want it. We're leaving at 2 for the painting thing" He informed me and I thanked him, debating if I should wake Colby or not.

I decided against it, slipping out of bed to join whomever was awake for breakfast.

12:30 rolled around and there was still no sign of Colby, so I grabbed him a donut, ibuprofen and a water bottle.

I walked into the bedroom, seeing the bed was empty, the bathroom door shut and the shower was running.

I sighed, setting the things down on his desk, crawling back into bed, only to hear a loud moan come from the shower.

I didn't think much of it, until I remembered how he went to bed with a hard on.

He was a dead man.

I quickly got out of bed, rolling my eyes at the fact he left the door unlocked, letting myself in.

Sure enough the bathroom was steamed, and low groans were heard from behind the fogged over glass.

I pulled my hair out of my messy ponytail, undressing and opening the shower door.

The sight in front of me practically made my clit quiver.

Colby was facing the shower head, his hand tugging quickly at his cock, his wet hair slicked back as his head was thrown back in pleasure, groaning and whimpering with each movement.

My hand grabbed his wrist, his body freezing as his eyes snapped open, his head quickly finding mine.

His lips parted, but he barely got a word out before I dropped to my knees, taking over.

"I said I wouldn't fuck you when you were drunk. Not when you were hungover" I muttered, spitting onto the head of his cock, running my hand over the length a few times.

"Fuck" He groaned, his hand finding my hair, moving it away from my face.

The second he was in my mouth, I swear he was going to come undone within seconds.

I looked up at him, my hand massaging his balls as I pulled my mouth off, "I need you to last for me Colby, I want to play a little bit"

"Jesus christ Leighton" he groaned.

I watched his face as I took him down my throat, tasting the precum that had slipped out right before I got in here.

I mentally took a picture of his face for when I was needy and alone, wanting to remember just how he looked when I had him right where I wanted him.

He looked so pretty and needy and desperate.

The way his puffy lips would part as he groaned, his stomach muscles flexing as his head got thrown back, his shoulders tensing and his face relaxing.

He was perfect.

I let myself come for air, moving my hands to the back of his thighs, running up to his ass and pushing his hips forward a little, "You can fuck my mouth, Colby"

I watched more cum run out of his slit, my tongue swiping it up before it could run down his shaft.

"Jesus christ, you're a fucking dream baby" He groaned, whimpering when my tongue played with his slit, his hips rocking against my face as he slid down my throat.

I reminded myself to hum and breathe through my nose, letting him use me however he wanted to.

"I'm so fucking close!" He whined, and I mean whined.

This man was falling apart right in front of me.

"I'm going to.. fuck, I'm going to cum Leighton" He groaned, his movements getting sloppier, his breathing becoming heavier.

I moved along with his hips until I felt him cum down my throat, my tongue running over his slit, feeling him shiver before I dropped his cock, my thumb and pointer finger pinching at my lips, cleaning up anything residual.

My knees were killing me from the shower floor, but watching him fall apart like that was worth it.

The second I was standing, he pulled me into a kiss, his tongue asking for entrance.

Our mouths played for a moment, his hands roaming my body, squeezing my ass and hips.

"You were a fucking dream" He breathed out, his forehead resting against mine.

"You were an asshole to me and I just blew you, so your ass better fuck me good" I muttered, knowing I didn't just bruise my knees for nothing.

He practically fucking growled as he spun me around, my back hitting the shower wall, something falling from the shelf behind me, clattering to the floor as he attacked my lips with kisses and nibbles.

His hand found my clit, giving it plenty of attention before he hooked my leg over his waist, sliding inside of me like it was second nature.

Within minutes I was falling apart under his hard thrusts, and his moans, his fingers messing with my clit as my hands tugged at his hair.

When I got out of the shower, my vagina felt like it had been murdered.

"You fucking wrecked me Colby" I groaned, doing a weird lunge, seeing if it would relieve some of the discomfort so I could sit down and pee.

"I'm sorry baby" he apologized and I glared at him, watching him shake a towel through his hair.

"No you're not"

"You're right, I'm not"

Leaving Colby in Vegas was bittersweet.

I knew I was going to miss him, but I missed Gemma more.

I ended up spending the night at my parents so I could see her that next morning, having gotten back late.

I woke up to my face being slapped, a body wiggling all over me, my daughter's sweet giggles being the first thing I heard.

"Mama!" She squealed, her lips kissing mine, a smile erupting on my face as I popped my eyes open, wincing at how bright it was in here from the stair lights.

"Did you crawl down here all by yourself?" I asked, Gemma snuggling into me, my arms wrapping her into my chest, adjusting the blanket.

"Apa elp!" She replied, her head resting under my chin.

"You love your papa, don't you baby"

Gemma ended up falling asleep against my chest, which melted my heart.

I was practically a puddle of goo anytime I saw her, and her snuggles made it even worse.

I took a photo, sending it to Sam and Colby, letting them know I was safe and sound at home before falling back asleep with my daughter.

Later that evening Gemma and I sat in her room, playing with some toys and books as I tried to teach her words, working on our animal sounds.

Landon had bought her a book where if you pressed a button, it made the animal noise, and after about 10 minutes of hearing it go "A cow goes moooooooo" I was ready to throw it out the window.

"MOOOOOO!" Gemma copied, again.

I swear I was going to hit my head on a wall.

"A sheep goes BAAAAAA" The book spoke, Gemma squealing at the noise.

I've never been happier to hear my phone ring in my life.

I quickly answered it, not caring who was calling, hearing the book say "A cow goes moooooooo" again.

"Are you on a farm now?" Aaliyah laughed, and I groaned, flopping down against the rug, Gemma's knee hitting my cheek as she leaned forward, pressing another button.

"A dog goes, RUFF RUFF"

"Kill me now" I groaned, turning my head to see Gemma press another button.

"A cow goes moooooooo" it repeated

"Mooooo!" She squealed

"Landon is banned from buying her books that talk" I grumbled, feeling a pin point pain in my skull.

"So is uh.. now a bad time to call?" She asked.

"Honestly anything to get me away from this damn mooing will be gladly appreciated" I replied grumpily, getting up off the floor, leaving Gemma to enjoy her book by herself.

"Well I don't really have good news" She said, stopping me in my tracks.

"What? What do you mean"

"So you know how you guys went out for Katrina's birthday?"

"Yes"

"Well.. there is a screenshot of you and Colby kissing, spreading around twitter. Molly sent it to me, asking if it was really you"

"Why didn't she ask me?"

"Honestly? I think you scare her sometimes" She laughed and I smirked.

"Good, someone should be" I joked, tossing a few toys back into her bin, snatching some snack wrappers and an empty juice box off the couch. "Can you send me the photo?"

I felt my phone buzz, putting Aaliyah on speaker as I opened our messages.

Aaliyah:

"How do they even know that's us? It's so blurry"

"It's you, isn't it?" She asked, sounding like she already new the answer.

"Well... yeah"

"It's apparently from some video Kat's friend posted? It's a video of like a 360 spin of the club"

"How do they know it's us though?"

"Leighton, they're not stupid" She laughed, "Plus, someone enhanced the photo brightness, and you can see the outline of the clothes, which match other photos and videos of you guys that friends had posted"

"Is that the only critical one?" I asked, not really knowing what to do with this information.

"I mean there is stuff floating around of you guys looking like friends. Some people think it's like a drunk hookup, others thinking you're dating. It's really a Hodge Podge of stuff out there from what I've seen. The only other one is you guys are somewhat cuddling in the background of someone's video where Sam is playing charades and they scan to Kat, you guys are in like the corner of it"

"So what you're saying is we're basically outed?" I sighed, running my hands through my hair.

"Basically"

"Great. So what are the jealous twelve year old's saying? Do I even want to know?"

"Probably not"

"Alright then. Well, for now that's their own problem. I have my own life to worry about. Some girl whose hymen is still in tact, is not my worry when I need to feed my almost two year old and pay for groceries"

"What do you mean it's Halloween themed?" I questioned, Cynthia on speaker as I dug through Gemma's closet, looking for any sort of costume.

"I guess that's what they do through October"

"You're telling me my first time going to this mommy and me shit, I need to dress up? Can I go as an overworked 23 year old who's toddler won't let her sleep and all she has in her fridge is moldy cheese and almost expired milk?"

"Honey, I don't think they'll let you through the door with the moldy cheese" She laughed, Harper squealing in the background, Logan's playful noises cutting out through the speaker.

Mommy and Me time was interesting to say the least.

When we arrived, Gemma was extremely clingy.

She was clung to my leg, begging to be held or plopped in my lap the entire time, until about 20 minutes before the class ended.

I had encouraged her to go play with the other one and a half, two year olds, smiling when she walked up to a little girl who had blonde pigtails, holding some sort of doll.

It was all going well, until some punk ass kid wearing fucking Vans for babys threw a fit, shoving both girls to the ground, the two toddlers erupting into sobs.

The next week we went, Gemma was noticeably nervous.

"Go play love bug" I encouraged, knowing it was important for her to socialize with kids her own age if Gabe and I were going to put her into preschool when she turned 3.

"No go" she shook her head, clinging to my leg.

"How about momma goes with you, and we make some friends together?" I suggested, crouching to her level.

Gemma held my hand as we approached a dark haired toddler who was sitting on the floor, building blocks in front of her.

"Mind if we join?" I asked, a woman shaking her head, scooting over. I sat down across from the woman, Gemma clinging to my shoulder, hiding behind my back.

"She's a shy little one" the woman laughed, offering a friendly smile to my daughter. "I'm April, this is my daughter Noel. She's almost 3" April introduced, my hand going behind my back to try and get Gemma to emerge forward.

"Leighton, and this is my daughter Gemma. She'll be two next month"

"Hi Gemma" April waved, offering her a block. "Want to help us build?" April questioned, Gemma chewing on her fingers like a weirdo.

"Gem, come here" I encouraged, moving my body out of the way. "Want to build blocks with mommy?"

It took a little warming up, but we eventually got the girls to play together, small talk passing the time until we had to leave.

The third week, Gemma was practically leaping out the car.

"MOMMA GO PAY!" She demanded, pointing at the door.

"I'm coming Gemma, hold on"

"Pay now!" She whined, jumping.

"Gemma Lorraine, we do not demand things" I scolded, grabbing the diaper bag and locking the car. "Come hold Mommy's hand please" I held out my hand, only for her to ignore me and run to the door.

I groaned, thankful we had parked at the front of the building.

I carefully grabbed her wrist, attempting to move her out of the entrance, wanting to talk to her.

With a slight struggle and a few warning looks, Gemma finally listened, standing in front me as I crouched.

A woman and two kids passed us, walking in, making it difficult to get the toddlers' attention.

"Can you say sorry to mommy, please?" I asked, Gemma frowning.

"I go pay?"

"If you say sorry"

"Peas?"

"Gemma"

"Pay peas?" She asked again, her sweet tone making it incredibly hard to hold my ground.

"You didn't listen to mommy. You could've gotten hurt. Can you tell mommy you're sorry?" I asked, her lip quivering as someone else walked in, the mom giving me a snobbish look.

"Are-y" she mumbled, a smile on my face as I pulled her into my chest, kissing her forehead.

"Thank you, now are you ready to go play?" I asked, standing up.

"Go pay?" She asked and I nodded, laughing at the smile that was now on her face, her mood changing like a light switch.

April and Noel were already inside, Gemma running over to the little girl immediately.

The entire class they were practically attached at the hip, happily playing together and teaming up for little activities.

I exchanged numbers with April, figuring since they got along so well, we might as well see if we can form some sort of friendship here.

I took a photo of the toddlers holding hands as we walked to the car, sending it to Colby with heart eye emojis.

Separating the two girls was difficult, Gemma crying the entire way home, finally calming down when I passed her a snack, needing to stop for gas, promising her we'd see Noel soon.

Sam, Kat and Colby flew in for Halloween, the three of them hosting their annual Halloween party.

Colby, Gemma, Gabe, Lexi and I wandered through Spirit Halloween, determined to find costumes on short notice, knowing we were stupid for waiting so long.

Halloween was tomorrow, and all I knew was that we were meeting up with April in my parents neighborhood to trick or treat together.

Gabe ended up picking out Gemma's halloween costume, Gemma clutching the package, refusing to let the teenage girl scan it.

Lexi grabbed another one, the girl scanning that and setting it aside, seeing as how Gemma was being stubborn.

The entire car ride home she was babbling to herself, when she went "La la la la la", Gabe instantly switched the radio on.

"That's what that means?!" Colby exclaimed from the middle seat, confusing me.

"What?"

"She asked for la la one day, and I had no idea what it meant"

"Oh" I laughed, "It means she wants music. Aaliyah played her that Harry Styles song one day and Gemma wanted it on repeat and kinda just associated music with the sound. She's kind of addicted to the song"

"Apa!" Gemma squealed, running into my parents house, the package in hand.

"Hi princess, what do you have?" He asked, setting his paintbrush down.

"Pwetty kwols" she shook it, my dad laughing a little, pulling her up to sit on his knee.

"Did you find your costume for tomorrow?" He asked, noticing what was on the package.

"Dada" she mumbled, making me chuckle.

"Daddy picked it out" I finished, my dad nodding.

"Your dada has good taste, I bet you'll look adorable" he kissed her cheek, Gemma noticed the red paint next to her, sticking her finger in it and placing it on the paper.

"Gemma! – I'm so sorry!" I quickly apologized, my dad shaking his head.

"It's alright Leighton, all you kids have added your own personal touches to my works over the years" He laughed, Gemma dipping her finger into the green. "Want to help Papa, Gem?" He asked, my daughter nodding.

I watched Gemma put splotches of paint all over my dads once clean and pristine artwork, not seeming bothered at all by it.

I left them to it, figuring I'd go check up on my mom, only to find her sleeping in her bed.

For a split second my heart dropped to my ass, rushing over to check for a pulse, thanking god when I saw her chest moving, my hand grabbing her wrist for extra measure.

Every time I entered this house, I was terrified I'd walk into a room and find her dead. It honestly kept me awake most nights, to the point I'd drive over here late at night and sleep in the house.

The day of Halloween, I got off work early, meeting Colby and Gabe at my parents house, preparing for tonight's shenanigans.

Gabe bathed Gemma whilst I helped my dad grill burgers, cutting up the meat into little pieces, preparing Gemma's dinner.

"There's my clean butt kid!" My dad cheered, Gemma giggling, wrapped in a towel in Colby's hold.

"Apa yum?" She asked, Colby setting her down, letting her run over to us.

"We're making burgers Gem, want to help?"

"Can you say Nonna?" I pointed at my mom, crouched next to Gemma.

"Nana!" She clapped, my mom giving her a small smile.

"Close enough" I murmured, kissing her cheek before standing up.

"Hi baby" Mom greeted G, Gemma running up to hug her.

"Na ike ohs?" She asked, showing off her outfit.

"You look so pretty G" My mom smiled, Gemma giggling, spinning.

Gemma squealed when the doorbell rang, her hand trying to reach for the handle before I could open the door.

Gemma was bouncing off the wall as I pulled it open, April, Noel and some man standing on the other side.

"Come in, come in" I smiled, opening the door wider.

April was dressed as a mermaid which was adorable, the two toddlers showing off their costumes to everyone.

"This is my husband Kevin" April introduced, my hand going out to shake his.

"Hello, I'm Leighton, Gemma's mom"

Once everyone was ready, Gabe grabbed the wagon in case the girls got tired, Colby slipping his hand into mine, all of us waving goodbye to my parents.

"Look at my little sister going Trick or treating" Logan teased, carrying Harper in his arms. "If I remember correctly, you hated trick or treating and just had mom buy you a bag of candy" he snickered, Colby laughing.

"You hated trick or treating?" He asked and I shrugged.

"The costumes made me sweaty, I didn't like walking in the dark, and every corner I turned, something jumped out at me. It wasn't worth it for an hour worth of candy"

Colby took photos of videos of Gabe and Kevin walking up to the houses with the girls, Gemma having a big smile on her face as she ran back to me.

"Momma got andy!" She squealed, April and I laughing at how excited she was each time.

We made it down the block before the girls got tired, deciding to make our way home.

"Someone can't hang" I teased Logan, Harper passed out on his shoulder.

"She missed her nap today. It's like she turned one and she all of a sudden hates sleeping" he huffed, and I immediately sympathized with him.

Colby practically begged me to go to his Halloween party, getting me to eventually agree after having me come undone under his tongue within 5 minutes.

"I don't like crowds" I mumbled, Katrina pouring punch into a bowl and I internally groaned when she added Vodka.

Another thing I can't drink here.

"Colby?" I called, turning around, finding him hanging some sort of Halloween décor.

"Yes baby?"

"Do we have non-alcoholic drinks?"

"In the garage"

I sighed, making my way towards the garage, Sam rounding the corner, scaring the shit out of me.

"You asshole!" I gasped, Sam belly laughing at me.

"Sorry Leighton" he laughed, "Didn't see you there"

"No shit! God, just lost a life there"

I grabbed a soda from the garage, Colby popping the tab for me, handing me one half of the banner, standing on the ladder as he pinned it, Sam on the other side, waiting for him to pass him the other half.

By 11pm, people started piling in, making me anxious.

There were so many people here.

I practically clung to Colby for a few hours, only for him to disappear on me when I went to use the bathroom.

I slimmed by multiple bodies, trying to get out of the house that reeked with alcohol and weed when hands landed on my waist.

My mind immediately went to Colby, except I didn't feel his rings

My face scrunched, attempting to turn around, but I was frozen when I heard "Hey sexy" in a low tone, not sounding like Colby at all.

I rolled my eyes, ready to slap this man in the face.

"Take your hands off of me before I make it so you can't have children" I grumbled, wiggling against his hold.

I couldn't hear what he had said before he slipped his hands down where they didn't belong, my elbow quickly finding his ribs, knocking the breath out of his lungs, allowing me time to spin around, standing close to him so he didn't have room to move, his hands tightening back on my hips as my heel stepped on his toes, my knee hitting his crotch, my hand grabbing his throat.

"Touch me again, you're a dead man" I growled, shoving him, making him stumble back, holding his ribs from how hard I had hit him.

I couldn't hear anything around me as my heart raced, the hair on my body standing up, watching this man's eyes darken.

I've never wanted to be anywhere less in my life, than right here in this moment, watching him laser lock on me, barely giving me enough time to move before grabbing me.

One thing that was going through my mind was,

There are hundreds of people here, and yet no one has noticed, nor cared about what was going on?

Simply realizing that, I knew that no matter what was going to happen, I'd simply suffer alone.

Everything felt paralyzed as a door shut, both of us standing in the dark room.

I could hear his words, but I still don't know what he said, not being able to think straight as my head spun.

His hands were on me again, and there was one last thing that crossed my mind,

Colby's going to be so disappointed in me.

* * * *

I purposefully did not add detail to that, because no one wants to read that. You got the point.

I wrote this so fast last night lol

Written on: December 29th, 30th 2022

Published on: December 30th 2022

Word Count: 6.9k

Part Forty Seven

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miekasa · 3 years

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M-mie could we get some athlete boyfriend eren hcs too if you don’t mind, please and thank you😩

He is: my boyfriend, and I love him dearly. Perfect amount of himbo and athlete without being a jock, everybody give it up for Eren for being my dream boy <3

Eren plays sports year round, with the exception of maybe one or two winter seasons, just because his school/work/home life was too busy for athletics at those times. Otherwise, he’s always go something to practice for: soccer in the fall, hockey in the winter, and his choice of baseball or basketball in the spring.

He’s not a varsity athlete; that is, he’s not “committed” to any one team, so he’s not tied to playing one sport every year, nor are his academics linked to his athletics, or vice versa. He’s just a pretty athletic guy, and he’s got a lot of energy, and he enjoys sports, so naturally he plays whenever he can.

As it turns out, it does help him with his academics. Knowing he’s got practice the majority of the week forces Eren into building a schedule that prioritizes both schoolwork and sports so he can enjoy them equally. It teaches him to be independent in a way that he wasn’t expecting, but he’s come to really love.

And because he loves it, he doesn’t mind working hard for it. Liking the way he’s set it up for himself encourages him to do his best in both areas. It’s really just good for him all around: a good outlet fo his energy, a good way to spend his time, a good way to keep his grades in check, and a good way to keep himself comfortably happy and busy.

His appetite is insatiable, so it’s only dramatized when playing sports. He takes the all you can eat in all you can eat sushi a little too seriously.

The thing is… he’s a shit cook, too, so it’s not like he’s meal prepping to make sure he’s satisfying his appetite. He just buys a shit ton of food whenever he’s hungry. He’s always asking you if you wanna grab food, and part of it is to ensure that you’re eating—not as much as him, but eating nonetheless—but part of it is that he just likes sharing meals with someone.

He also doesn’t like to eat alone, so even if you only have your ten California rolls to his forty six spicy tuna rolls, that’s fine; he just wants the company.

That’s also why even if you say you’re not hungry, he’ll drag you out to eat with him anyway. And you’ll probably get fed some of his food even if you don’t order anything and insist that you’re not hungry because, “It’s really good, baby, just try it—just one bite, it’s okay I’ve got plenty left!”

He usually keeps a few granola bars and chips and other snacks of his liking on him. But because of Eren’s nature, he keeps them on you, too: in your car, in your backpack, in your apartment/dorm. You’ll meet him after class and he’ll kinda just start walking behind you, and you realize he’s opening your backpack, and you don’t even have time to question him before he’s pulling a bar out of the smallest pocket with a smile and munching on it.

Sometimes you come home and see his little protein shakes in your fridge. You definitely didn’t put them there, but you don’t move them, either. When you stock up on more when they’re running low, Eren contemplates marrying you.

If it’s been a hard week of practice or school, he tends to get sleepy when studying (usually when studying for his least favorite class, no coincidence there). He’ll close his laptop, put his hood up, and scooch his chair closer to yours before leaning his head on your shoulder.

He gets increasingly clingier the longer he naps; hand wrapping around your waist, nose poking at your neck. He’s not so subtly trying to hint that he wants you to quit studying and take him home to cuddle instead. If you don’t get the message, expect him to shut your laptop for you.

When you protest, Eren just looks at you with pouty lips and tired eyes, “Chemistry sucks anyway. Wanna nap, and also wanted you to do that thing with your hands when you massage my back for me.” (He then promptly falls asleep mid-massage on your bed).

He’s actually got a waiver to see a physical massage therapist because of how frequently he’s exercising. On occasion, he goes, but he claims he likes your massages much better. Also because he’s hesitant about a stranger touching him and once he moaned when the guy was working on his back and Eren swears it was one of the most embarrassing moments of his life.

He doesn’t get upset if you can’t make it to every game, but he does like it when you show up. Gets all cheesy and cocky with his arm around your shoulder, going on about how, “You’re my good luck charm, baby. I play better when you’re watching, you know?”

He has so much team clothing, from sweats to hoodies to t-shirts to socks. All he asks is that you wear something on game days, even if you can’t be there to support him while he’s playing. And that you keep one or two things for yourself anyway. He’ll put them in your closet for your if you don’t take them yourself <2

Because seeing you in his hoodie is always great, but his team hoodies are extra special, because they’ve got his name and his number on them. Whenever you’re wearing one, he trails just a half step behind you so he can see JAEGER printed on your back while you walk. Something about you wearing his last name around is… enticing, to say the least.

Even if it’s not the clothes branded with his name, Eren’s got a thing for you in sweats and/or workout clothes, so he’ll toss them at you whenever you sleep over. He’s always handsy, even if you’re just wearing an Under Armour shirt with the school’s logo on it; the material of it, and knowing that it’s his just makes him want to keep his hands on you.

Truthfully, he doesn’t workout all that much outside of practice. Occasionally, he’ll go to the gym with some of his teammates if they need a buddy, or go himself to stretch or take one of the free classes, but he doesn’t have a strict schedule for it. If you go to the gym, he’ll follow you if you ask, tho.

Turns out something that he does like is yoga. He’s not particularly flexible lmfao, but the stretching helps with muscle pain and tension, and he kinda finds the whole atmosphere of it relaxing. He’s still not so great at the meditation part of it, but he’s getting there.

(Actually, it’s pretty cute because on Tuesday and Thursdays, the yoga classes at the gym on campus are open-level and beginner friendly. That’s when the majority of the athletes show up, and you see people like Eren, Jean and Connie holding tree pose in the back room).

This, of course, makes him think that couples yoga is a great idea. Let’s just say, you’re lucky that Eren is strong enough to catch you and has sharp reflexes, because he’s certainly not the most balanced partner for this activity.

Game days are fun for him, and usually even if his team loses, he’s still so pumped up on adrenaline that he’s pretty happy. He only gets moody if he thinks the other team is playing dirty, or the refs are unfair, or he’s just been in a bad mood because of something that happened in his personal life; sports are an outlet for him, not his drive in life, so losing a game doesn’t take a huge toll on him.

Usually, even if he is upset about something personal, he’s able to funnel it into his game play. Small things used to make his whole sportsmanship sour, but overtime, he’s really gotten better at using his energy to fuel the right things. However, one thing that makes him foul (emotionally and literally; as in he might foul out of a game), is if he’s been fighting with you.

Sometimes it works in his favor—using the game as outlet, like usual—but it goes south pretty quickly. Because instead of using his aggression in a productive way, he gets distracted and easily pissed off, and it’s no good for anybody, especially himself. Because if he fouls out, or the coach takes him out for doing too much, then he can’t play; and if he can’t play then all that pent up frustration has no where to go; and then he’s forced to just sit with himself and his thoughts, but usually he starts deflecting and telling everyone else to piss off. Truly a no good, very bad box he’s put himself in.

You guys don’t fight that often, and it’s rare that it drags out for an extended amount of time when you do; but as with any relationship, it can happen. And when it does happen, if Armin doesn’t get to you first, expect one of Eren’s teammates to come groveling at your feet.

Or, rather, two. Because when you and Eren were fighting for over two weeks about god knows what at this point, it was Connie and Jean who ambushed you in the library. Jean had some pride to keep, but Connie was practically begging you to make up with Eren: “Look, I know he’s probably the one who said or did something to piss you off, and I’m not saying you gotta forgive him, but please just talk to him. I can’t run anymore extra laps because of him, and it’s gonna be so embarrassing if we lose to a C-list team on Friday because Eren’s funking up everyone’s attitude. PLEASE!”

Jean is more interested in the tea between you guys, but he also wants Eren to go back to being his normal hotheaded self, and not his current moody self. “He’s been playing like a bitch baby all week, and I’m gonna knock his skull in if he doesn’t fucking get his act together,” Jean rolls his eyes, “So just show up on Friday, alright? Do it for me and Connie, at least.”

When Eren does see you in the crowd at the game, it’s not a Troy and Gabriella moment, but when he sees you he feels so much relief that he’s physically calmer and way more mentally relaxed—because at this point Eren wasn’t even mad, he was just scared you might break up with him, and that fear brought out the worst in him. Seeing you in the stands, even if you didn’t wanna speak to him, was reassurance that you still gave a damn about him, and that was motivation enough.

He rushes to you after the game, wanting to make sure you don’t get swept away or leave with your friends. He’s smiling and so happy to finally see you that he almost forgets that you’re mad with him; hugging you and grinning ear to ear. When the reality kicks in, he kinda steps back at bit and rubs at his neck, embarrassed, but at least he knows he still has a chance to make things right with you.

(When you do make up, you’re surprised to find flowers and $10 coupon for your favorite pizza place in your mailbox a few days later. They’re from Connie, and his poorly handwritten note thanks you for “saving the team” and “curbing Eren’s temper).

#anonymous #aot x reader #snk x reader #eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader #aot imagines #he is... my BOYFRIEND !!!!!!!!!!!!!!#MY FUCKEN BOYFRIEND !!!!!!!! MY BABEYYYYYYYYYYY #eren fluff #eren smut

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ohmykazuha · 2 years

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♡ mom, i'm a streamer!

♡ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: no pairings! childe, zhongli, xiao, ganyu, hu tao; found family!au and streamer!au. childe and zhongli aren't married, just close family friends. zhongli is a single dad to xiao, ganyu, and hu tao <3

♡ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: fluff <3

♡ 𝐚/𝐧: an early birthday present for @almondoufu! i love u sm hehe. have a wonderful birthday <3 | like/rb if you liked this please! consider giving me a follow if you liked it as well ^u^

xiao

• he runs his own channel, aside from the family channel that zhongli runs

• it's quite funny, honestly – his persona on the family channel is very different from his personal

• too-big smiles vs the edgiest of edgelords? more likely than you think

• zhongli keeps him from swearing since it's a family-friendly channel

• sh-...ugar.

• but on his personal, it's literally 24/7 swearing XD

• i'm very convinced that he does reviews on little indie developers on his personal channel so that they can get more support!

• his room has that tiktok led lights thing

• in dark blue!

• and he has those headphones that has bright pink cat ears and he wears them only because hu tao forced him to got it for him for his birthday!

• also consider: xiao + hu tao + ganyu collab-ing together!

• it's very cute. ganyu's trying to keep it together while xiao and hu tao try not to burn down the kitchen

• SIBLINGS BURN DOWN KITCHEN!!!! NOT CLICKBAIT (OMG WE'RE DOOMED)

ganyu

• very peaceful, very calm

• streams animal crossing on her twitch!

• she has the FULL decked out 5 star island

• literally has a childcare centre and a playground and a restaurant and stuff

• literally how. also 200+ hours on her island. names it liyue harbour or smt idk

• it's very very organised

• definitely does the stretching along with her villagers

• sometimes hu tao would come into her island and draw a certain body part using the letter function :")

• meh, ganyu doesn't really mind. she keeps it there for some time just for the hilarity of it all XD

• actually quite a peaceful gamer, no swearing or anything

• definitely doesn't fight a lot, ends up going all around collecting resources and cooking little things for her inventory (def not me self projecting no siree)

• i think when collaborating with her siblings, ganyu is definitely a support/healer!

• does cooking streams too! you can hear xiao and hu tao screaming at each other across the hallway <3

hu tao

• OH BOY.

• definitely the wilder one of the bunch

• i saw someone hc that she uses "streamer jargon" like poggers and stuff and yes. yes you are absolutely right

• hu tao had a phase where she t-posed everywhere ngl

• also definitely had a slime phase

• and filmed that

• and got it into xiao's and ganyu's hair somehow...

• yeah, that was a wild period of time

• she ends up helping zhongli with his own channel and such since he's such a boomer

• but she's pretty good at teaching, so no worries, honestly

• might troll zhongli once or twice though (thrice)

• also plays pranks a lot on her siblings

• "for youtube!"

• yeah.

• her animal crossing island is a mess honestly. also she prefers new leaf over new horizons </3

• only likes new horizons so she can draw a certain body part on the signboards and island flag

childe

• childe just plays normally tbh

• definitely active on twitter, but is chill and doesn't get into all the dramas on that hellsite

• childe comes over often to teach zhongli about games and also does collabs with him

• zhongli's kids love him honestly

• no, they're not dating. even the media thinks that they are but they're actually not lololol

• childe definitely runs a discord server or something

• or at least mods one of those official fandom ones

• he gets all the scoop on the latest games and tips and tricks and updates, it's really cool – he has connections everywhere

• his setup is pretty basic but with a touch of flair! just a pc, keyboard, mouse, gaming pad – that's all he needs, really. he has some figurines behind him, though

• pretty cool streamer, does a kid-friendly channel so tonia and teucer can see it too XD

• teucer is his brother's self-proclaimed number 1 fan! honestly? he might even have his own fanclub ><

zhongli

• one word: boomer

• ends up needing everyone's help to teach him the basics

• even how to use the controller XD

• when playing among us with his kids, he asks how to pick up the pizza on the table in the cafeteria. and how to take a drink

• definitely lags a bit on twitch, xiao has to come in to solve his internet problems

• zhongli prefers less violent games, honestly

• his animal crossing island is just full of teahouses and zen fencing and whatnot

• he made a dimsum restaurant

• and made stuff from bamboo

• at least 100+ hours on this wretched game... he loves it way too much to stop, though

• always talks to the villagers and does the reactions in front of them

• also ends up stretching with them lololol

• interacts with his fans a lot

• def can be firm when he wants to, honestly

• all in all a pretty cool streamer. 100% would subscribe!

arggggh finally this is done! this took me so long, pls leave a like and rb and comment and follow if you liked this! it helps me a lot <3

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touyaz · 3 years

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Could I please ask for some headcanons about yandere twice and aizawa? Love your blog so much, your writing is just amazing!!

pairing aizawa shouta x gn reader

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notes thank you!! i dont write for twice bc i'm not too familiar w his characterisation :( i need to update my rules with that, but if u want anyone else pls lmk <3 enjoy :))

WARNINGS dark/ yandere aizawa, reader referred to as kitty, stalking, kidnapping, noncon, spanking, gagging, oral (m rec), anal (reader rec), binding/ bondage, implied dehumanisation/ pet play.

MINORS, AGELESS & BLANK BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT. 18+ ONLY.

normally, aizawa is a man of few words; he doesn't bother with anything he deems unnecessary, and he'll be the first to admit that there isn't much that can actually break him out of this dreary, apathetic routine of his. however, when he first sets his sights on you, he knows something is different.

he's a hero first and foremost, so he's always vigilant — eyes scanning people to determine whether or not they pose a threat, until his eyes cross yours. there's nothing special about the way you scamper down the streets at night while he's on watch, you look like any other civilian afraid of the threats in the dark, but maybe aizawa's just grown bored of the whole camping on rooftops like a sitting duck, so he decides to follow you home.

it's easy with the cover of night, blending into the shadows as he trails behind you, feeding on the way you peer over your shoulder every so often. you're like a helpless little kitty, lost and all alone in a big jungle, where bigger, deadlier cats lurk, waiting to pounce on some fresh meat. no one gets close enough to try, though, not with the erasure hero pursuing you so meticulously, fighting off the low-level scum, so you can make your way home safely.

he deserves some sort of reward for clearing off all those villains just for you, he justifies as he watches you through your open curtains. you're a silly kitty, aren't you? showing yourself off like that, as if you know he's right across from you.

accompanying you home easily becomes a routine. it adds some spice to his otherwise bland life. but, soon enough, just watching from afar isn't enough for him. maybe he should bide his time and go about this in a safer manner, but he wouldn't be a good hero if he didn't take risks.

he's been working as a hero for so long, he's seen enough crime scenes to know how to stage a break-in, and that's exactly what he does the day he steals you away. there are police meetings he hears about, grieving and sobbing family members and friends he sees when the news of your abduction gets out, but it's water under the bridge to him. you're where you belong now.

some days he misses the quiet nights at home, but he'll never regret bringing you here. never. to him, you're irreplaceable. he needs you because without you, he's just an obscure hero, an overworked teacher, a man desperately in need of a haircut and a hand to hold. but you? just your presence is enough to get his heart racing; he feels reborn, like a completely new man as he explores you and all that makes you you, learning all your different reactions, memorising all the faces you make for him.

living with someone isn't something he's used to, but it's easy to get accustomed to when he controls every aspect of your life: you don't need to worry about what clothes to wear when he picks an outfit out for you every day; don't worry your pretty little head over cooking, he'll make your meals and restock the fridge as necessary (and he'll force the food down if you ever even think of refusing); all you need to do is focus on welcoming him home with your legs spread, ready and waiting for him to fold you into whatever position he's in the mood for today.

whatever he says, goes. he doesn't have the time to deal with bratty behaviour, and any instances of backlash or a tantrum are swiftly dealt with. tough love, he claims as he bends you over his lap and spanks you until your ass is raw with pain, a never-ending stinging sensation is all you can feel in your lower parts. this is all your fault, he'll remind you as he ties a gag around your head so your mouth is forced to stay wide open. he'll shove his cock into your mouth and hold it there, because this is all it's good for — instead of squealing complaints, you should be choking on his length, mewling for more. his favourite punishment is using his infamous wrap scarf to hold you up in different positions, like you're a helpless little puppet, all his to mold and contort as he pleases. he'll bind your hands so you can't claw at him; he'll part your thighs so wide your muscles burn with the stretch, but it gives him more than enough space to pound into you recklessly; he'll fold you like a pretzel, dismissing your anguished cries in favour of bottoming out in your ass, until you realise that you are completely at his mercy, that you should only be satisfied when he is.

he says he doesn't have the time, the energy, the patience, to deal with your outbursts, but he's so, so quick to punish you when they happen, that you think he's full of shit — he enjoys watching you lash out and scream and wail and take all your pent-up rage out on him, because it's all part of your training, isn't it? he's found his little stray cat, and now he needs to teach it how to live in his sanctuary.

he's never been one to put in 110% effort into something unless he deemed it absolutely necessary, and you know he loves you enough because that's exactly what he does: he goes above and beyond — plus fucking ultra — to know everything about you, to integrate himself so deeply into your life, you won't remember who you were before him.

#tw dark content #mine #mine.bnha #tw stalking #tw kidnapping #tw noncon #tw dehumanisation #tw pet play #anon #tw yandere

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cloudywithachanceofanime · 4 years

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Weird Ways The Brother Touch You Headcannons

Belphegor

It is a know fact that Belphie is a yandere, so he tends to get jealous real easily.

If he’s waiting on you to walk to class together or to go home and he sees MC chatting with another lower level demon and laughing, he loses it in a lazy way.

He will calmly walk over to MC and wrap his arms around them, but instead of putting his head on top of their head, he squats down and place his head right next to MC.

His eyes would be staring directly into the demons, unblinking. A single hand will lay across MC’s torso while his other hovers above the other, showing off his long sharp nail, ready for action.

He’s not about to allow some piece of trash ruin his dreams of MC, his brother, and himself living a happy life together.

He only ever use that style of hugging if he’s trying to discreetly threaten a demon to back up. Other than that, he’s cuddled up on Mc’s side or wrapping himself around their arm to use as a body pillow.

Another weird thing he does is grab the back of MC’s shirt if he wants their attention.

He has already verbally complain about how his brothers spent more time with MC, so if he wants MC for himself without his brothers, he will just latch on to the back of their shirt.

Levi’s gushing about some new anime to you, but it’s 5 o’clock which is the time you two usually take a nap, but his brother is still talking.

So he’ll calmly walk up behind MC, grab their shirt, and as each minute passes by, pulls on it a little harder.

MC better get the hint before they get pulled backwards into Belphie’s arm where he will then just physically drag them to his room.

Beelzebub

It all started when MC got the brothers to watch Lion King and the scene of Simba being lifted came on. MC giggled a bit and explain how it was a meme to lift up your animals in the same way back on Earth.

It just started as a small thought about doing the same thing to MC. Just a small innocent thought.

But then he walked in on MC struggling to reach one of the higher shelves that were more in reach for demon’s height. (I still headcannon that the brothers are extremely tall, like unhumanley height).

He would walk over to you struggling and seeing you struggling and the thought of lifting you up comes again.

MC ask if he could help them and he goes with his first thought. Put his hands up their arms and lift them up to the cabinet. They giggle at his actions before grabbing what they need, but Beel doesn’t let them down.

“What are you doing?” MC asked, giving him a humorous smile.

“Simba.” That all he response causing MC to laugh.

Ever since then, Beel would randomly pick MC up under their arms causing them to laugh. Then it turned into something more.

Beel would love holding them up in the air and just feeling their warmth in his arms. So, he started sitting them on his forearm with a bicep as a backrest.

They just looked so small in his arms and he just liked how it felt.

MC couldn’t complain. They got carried around everywhere and see that happy smile on Beel’s face up close.

Asmodeus

This demon is the embodiment of lust, he has touched you in every way possible.

But the oddest way is sometimes instead of holding your hand, he will link pinkies together and walk around like that.

The pose is just so cute and MC just looks so cute when they glance down at their entwined thumbs and just smile at them.

Two of the hottest beings in the Devildom is looking cute at the moment. What else could the world need?

He also loves to play footies with you if you’re sitting down doing anything.

The teasing just gets to him and he loves it. Please just run your foot up this man’s calf and he will pounce on you.

Satan

You wouldn’t think that Satan would have any weird thing he does, which is true while he’s focus.

If MC were to be chilling next to Satan while he’s reading and he’s deep into the book, his foot will stretch out and just lay itself on top of whatever part of them is closest.

MC will be watching this video on their DDD while Satan is on this third volume of this series and he’s unaware of the world around him.

MC will feel a small press on their thigh. Look down and there’s Satan’s foot.

It’s not even the whole foot. Just the toes and maybe the ball of his foot. Never the entire foot.

If MC doesn’t say thing, he will just keep it there as he continued to read his book with his eyes scanning each line absorbing the information.

The only way he will realize it is if MC ask him why does he always put his foot on them.

He would turn slightly pink as he realized how indecent the act was. He will apologize for his action and promise not to do it again.

Soon as that book gets risen up again and his attention is snatched away, his foot will drifted back over.

Point it out and you will now have a flustered Satan. MC will say that it’s fine and kind of cute how he reaches out for them.

“I guess that’s my body way of telling you that you’re too far away.” He will then scoot over and beckon MC to lay right next to him.

He still accidentally does it if MC sits too far from him. It just a sign that Satan wants them closer.

Leviathan

This poor kid is just the type to see cute anime couple poses and want to do them with MC, but is too shy.

He will see all his brothers cozying up to MC and be like “It’s not fair. I want to do that.”

One day he will gain up the courage to wrap his arms around Mc’s waist while their cooking... It doesn’t go according to plan.

He went to wrap his arms around them and panic.

MC turns around to question why he grabbing the sleeves of their sweater, but sees his dark red face and his shivering, and decided against it.

Please be nice to the poor guy. Just start up a conversation to get his mind off his failed attempt at contact.

He realizes through the conversation about anime that you need to stir the pot and he panics thinking this is the part where they will shake him off.

Then MC just moves their arms normally with Levi still attach and continue on with the conversation.

This weird move became Levi and MC’s thing. If he wants to be close to them, he just grabs their sleeves and stand close behind him.

You want to really fluster him? Wrap your arms around yourself and his brain will crash as he realized that he kind of accomplished it.

Or slide your hand in the sleeves and hold his through the fabric. Make it better by swinging your arms, so the two of you rock together.

It’s weird to outsiders, but Levi’s just happy to be close to them in any way or shape.

Mammon

He’s a tsundere, so he will be trying to be smooth with it. But for some reason, he saw a guy with his girlfriend’s legs ontop of him and his arms resting on it, and he was like ‘I wanna do that with MC’.

He can’t just straight out ask you to rest your legs on him. He will wait for the perfect moment to strike.

And it came in the form of movie night. He bullied managed to get a spot next to MC on the couch as the movie started playing.

MC kept shifting around trying to get comfortable and saw this as his chance.

“Oi, stop moving around so much. If you need to stretch ya legs, ya could’ve just said it.” Proceeds to grab MC’s leg and throw it on top of his.

He will try to play it off, but his bright red face and shaking hands alert everyone of what was going on.

If MC doesn’t say anything and just snuggle down into him. He will relax a little. Maybe enough to put his hands onto of their leg as the movie continue on.

He had a moment of panic when MC went with Beel to get some more snacks during the movie change and he didn’t know how he was going get them back into that position without looking suspicious.

But worry not, when the movie started, MC swung their legs on top and continued watching the movie.

If you want to give him a real shock, halfway through the movie, just scoot over and snuggled into him. He will be red the rest of the movie and stuttering every time his brother tease him about “why his face so red?”

Lucifer

Many would believe that this demon is not affectionate, but he likes it to be more subtle.

A hand on the lower back while you two walk around the halls of school. This way he feels that he can control what MC does.

His reasoning is because MC seems to like to seek out trouble, so if he keeps that hand there, it will kill that temptation to get themselves in trouble.

The truth is that it just feeds into his Pride. Seeing how big his hand is compared into your human frame.It makes him feel powerful.

Plus when a lower level demon tries to come up to MC, it’s more effective than telling them to fuck off. It’s the class version of it.

Demon tries to flirt with MC. Lucifer slides in and put a hand on their lower back, making them indirectly lean into him. Just one look at a demon and that’s all that is need to say, “They’re mines.”

A hidden one he won’t admit to is the bottom of the skull.

If it’s just MC and him relaxing on his bed, he will pretend to play with the hair in that area, but MC will pick up on it. He doesn’t rub their head or rub his hands through their hair, if their hair allows. It’s always at the back of the bottom.

It’s because that’s were human’s fragile skull is and the beginning of their spine. Not to include so many nerves and blood vessels there.

It shows that MC trust him if they allow him to touch them there and once again, it just feeds into his pride.

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