#ig she was talking to my friend and asked him if he’d noticed he’s the only man at the table (which i was sitting at too) and he was like
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i adore my department head to death but i do wish she wasn’t so transphobic. hurts sometimes
#ig she was talking to my friend and asked him if he’d noticed he’s the only man at the table (which i was sitting at too) and he was like#well no that’s wrong#but like. ma’am wtf.#and her son (also trans) (you are beginning to understand now) was at this dinner and he started talking to me abt like very personal trans#- questions. which didn’t really bother me he just had no tact. like he looked at my chest and went you’ll probably be fine with keyhole#dude what. we are in public. like it’s fine but ???#apparently she talks to me about him all of the time though#and he kept complimenting my voice which was nice bc i am still insecure over it#and with her it is Not on purpose she just. can’t get it through her head#i still don’t know if that boy knows i’m trans i’m realizing. like i think he does but i’ve thought a lot of people do and i was wrong#ted talks
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PURPLE HEARTS <3
❥ — ꒰ notes ꒱ yuuji x older!fem!reader, college au, american college system, yuuji is a college sophomore, reader is a college senior, 19-21 age gap, reader has a nice ass, oral (f receiving), p n v, unprotected sex, if you don’t like anything leave ig
❥ — ꒰ synopsis ꒱ yuuji meets todo’s older friend at his party and he’s hopeful to impress her ; 1.5k words
you were definitely the prettiest girl he’s seen. he stood next to aoi when you walked past with toge. he almost forgot about the stupid drinking game he was playing. his head followed you to the kitchen until you disappeared.
he felted so perverted. to be fair, your face caught his attention first. then his eyes trailed lower. first, the swell of your breasts then the arch of your back. the finally lingered on the curve of your ass.
he wasn’t hiding it from anyone. nobara had also let her head to drift to what distracted her friend. it was a girl. a smirk pulled the corner of her lips.
she noticed you waving to aoi and mouthing something to him. so she nudged his big arm to get his attention.
“hey, todo, who’s that girl you just waved to?”
todo didn’t take his eyes off the table. he brought the ping pong ball up to his eye level while he answered. “that’s y/n.” he tossed the ball and successfully landed it in the final cup.
with only a few cups remaining in the game, you decided to join as a spectator. you took your spot right next to yuuji. he was so grateful he didn’t turn around until after he scored.
you congratulated aoi first with a quick side hug. he stepped aside with yuuji, saying they’ll play in a moment.
“hi! i’m y/n, what’s your name?” you shouted over the music. yuuji swallowed his nerves before speaking. you were smiling up at him so sweetly. he barely tilted his head or else he’d catch a full sight of your tits.
still he smiled back at you. “my name is yuuji itadori!”
your eyes widened and you looked at aoi. “itadori! oh my gosh, todo is always talking about you! it’s so nice to meet you!”
“oh, what has he told you?”
“he says you’re cool, really good at beer pong too.”
your praise relaxed him but then aoi excused himself to join the game again. now he would have to talk to you alone. you were sweet enough, funny, a good listener.
now you and yuuji drifted onto the couch together. you had a decent view of todo playing beer pong again.
“how’d you meet todo?” he asked.
“ugh, my freshman year, he was in my dms for a little bit. we had like some class together that we ended up talking in.”
“wait so you’re the same age?”
you nodded. “yeah. when did you meet him again, last year?”
“i did. how have we never met?” he shifted his body to face you. you crossed your legs, accentuating your hips. he imagined how it would feel to put his hands on them.
he wondered if you were even trying. your words seemed innocent enough but your gaze seemed to say otherwise.
you sighed and placed a hand on your forehead mid conversation. “i don’t come to his parties much, but it’s my last year so i’ll come.”
“you okay?” he extended his hand to your forearm. you eyed him from underneath your palm.
“yeah, just need a break or something. let’s go,” you stood up and gestured for him to follow you. you even took his hand. he glanced over to nobara and inumaki, who smiled at him before he was led upstairs.
you took him to one of the empty bedrooms. yuuji waited for you at the door while you dimmed the lights. he didn’t even acknowledge the faint click of you locking the door. maybe he didn’t notice.
he did notice how you pulled him onto the mattress with you. you sat up and slipped the thin straps of your dress off your arms. he scrambled to sit up with you. the front your dress almost fell down before you dragged it up.
“yuuji,” you faux pouted. “i don’t usually go for younger guys, but you’re really cute.” you lifted your head to look at him. your free hand cupped his cheek.
the way you said his name, called him cute, touched his cheek. it all sent blood rushing to his cock.
you continued. “they never know what they’re doing. always so selfish, and needy, and they never care about me.” you ended up sitting in his lap, your arms wrapped around his neck. “do you think…that you can prove me wrong?”
your hands were clenched around his shirt. he hesitantly wrapped his arm around your waist. his hand pushed against your back.
“yeah. i’ll treat you right,” he breathed out.
yuuji held your legs over his shoulders as he laid between your legs. your hand tangled in his hair. his tongue slurped obnoxiously between your folds.
“you’re so f-fucking good at this!” you moaned out. you pulled your dress down to play with your own tits. opening his eyes, he could admire the gorgeous sight.
he selfishly rutted his cock against the sheets. he’s so desperate to taste you. your thighs clenched around his head like heaven.
one hand’s ring and index slide in and out of your cunt. he switched from his thumb playing with and his tongue swirling around your clit.
he pulled away with a gasp. “mhm, tastes so good. need more, please,” he panted. you let out another loud moan when he sucked on your clit. his fingers grazed your g spot one more time.
“yuuji! fuck!” you cried. you squeezed your breast and yanked his hair. the pain easily forced a moan out of him. tears formed in your eyes from the white hot intensity of your orgasm.
your chest rose and fell rapidly. your breath was out of reach. yuuji sucked on his fingers and licked his lips as he crawled up to your eye level with a stupid grin.
“you’re so good,” you smiled back. you pulled him down for a kiss, tasting your own cum during the sloppy exchange of your tongues.
“can i fuck you now? is that okay?”
how cute, you thought. “yes. please.”
he eagerly yanked his pants down it was adorable. you felt the tip. he was so thick. you wondered how it would feel hitting the back of your throat.
he moaned when he could finally enter your tight hole. even his fingers struggled at first. just the tip had you digging your nails into his arms.
his cock was immediately soaked. it was smoother than trying his fingers. the mixture of spit and your own slick coated his length. he loved when his pelvis hit your ass.
he was completely inside you.
he bent your knees and pushed them near your head. so open to him. he grabbed your thighs, as he slowly moved out. he could see the shine you left on him.
“can i go faster?”
“please.”
he lifted you up with his hands under your ass. your back arched once he hit your cervix again. it was deliciously painful. the new angle let him reach places you never knew before.
stars floated around in your vision. yuuji zeroed in on your expression. sweat stuck strands of hair to your face. the mascara on your bottom lashes smudged under your eye. he smeared your lipliner around too. it was so hot to see you in such a mess all for him.
“you’re so pretty, y/n. so pretty you’re gonna make me cum.” with that you came faster than you thought possible. such an innocent compliment twisted into something so dirty.
yuuji was something else to you. you never thought you’d find someone like this. the way he knew your body better than you was unatural. you moaned his name so sweetly. tears finally broke from your waterline to roll down your cheeks.
“yuuji, please.”
“where do you want it?” he groaned. he was so close. the more you chanted his name, the more you pulled him in.
“i-inside! i fucking need it,” you begged him, your voice cracking with another moan.
yuuji pulled you closer. his hand wrapped around your head so he could kiss you while his cum filled you up. your hole tightened around him, milking every drop. his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
when he finished, he rolled you both over so you could lay on his chest. you rested your eyes for a moment and his hand stroked your back.
aoi naturally barged into yuuji’s room. yuuji was lying on his bed. he lifted his head up to see what he wanted but he was scooped into a hug.
“congratulations. i know what happened.”
yuuji was already used to these dramatic scenes with him. he waited for aoi to put him back down. “what are you talking about?” he asked.
“with y/n. i’m so proud of you.” aoi gripped yuuji’s shoulder emotionally.
it clicked in yuuji’s head now. his face flushed. he wasn’t expecting his friend to invade his dorm room to talk about sex, especially when it was with his friend.
he collapsed onto his bed again, “that’s kinda embarrassing, todo.” he pushed a pillow against his face.
“you, my dear brother, have accomplished the impossible.”
“huh? oh yeah! she told me she never let you-”
— © cythena 2023. do not share on tiktok, plagiarize, repost on other platforms, copy, or translate.
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Omggg hear me out maybe?
Imagine reader forces nerdy Miguel to get all high and drunk at a party? Idrk
The poor baby will be so lost and he'd just be babbling nonsense about what he Wants From us.
He'll say the absolutely dirtiest things that he shouldnt really be saying in public, and reader tries to shush him because duh We wouldn't want him damaging our reputation.
he's all grabby and everything just begging and crying for the reader to listen to him. He will not shut up, he'll definitely be feeling extra sensitive
i need a crossfaded miguel in my life actually.
i don’t think reader would ever force him to do drugs bc even though she’s mean they have like a mutual boundary situation going on yk? but i do imagine reader finally bringing miguel to a party and he’s probably sooo nervous:(
like he just stands next to reader holding her purse and twiddling his thumbs while she socializes with everyone and obv reader notices yk? so later in the night they’re by the alc table and reader might ask if he wants some to “let loose” and i think he’d take a shot or a seltzer or two 🤭 and he’s like tipsy at this point but not rlly shitfaced but he feel so warm.
like he won’t stop clinging to you, hugging you from behind, trying to grind up into your ass all stealthy bc he’s so warm and flustered from the alc and u just find it so endearing 😔
and even later one of your friends has a joint so a few of u have a lil sesh going on yk and it’s miguel’s turn abd u just look at him, asking with your eyes if he wants any and he grabs ig from you, determined to NOT look lame in front of you and your friends (saying no to drugs isn’t lame tho 🫶🏾) and he’s so cute when he takes a hit bc he starts coughing IMMEDIATELY lmao
u have to sit him down and get him some water but when u come back man’s is literally out of it 😭 like his eyes are bloodshot red and he’s giggling, calling you pretty, reaching out his hands to your hips and feeling you up in front of everyone like omgg and you’re a little embarrassed bc u feel urself blush but it’s kinda endearing and lowkey hot how possessive miguel gets when he’s intoxicated.
and he sees some guy staring at you and this man is literally slurring his words talking about some “are you lookin at my girl..? b’cause me and she.. we! are together! like thissssss,” miguel says and is crossing his fingers 😭 and u honestly just have to laugh and just take him home after that. poor baby just smitten over you all night.
he obviously passes out in the front seat once he’s in the car, but i’d like to think the last thing he says before he does is “you make me happy.” 🥹
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THIS IS SOMETHING I TALKED TO MY FRIEND ABPIT OMCE AND I THOUGHT ITD BE FUNNY TO POST
slam dunk boys on tiktok
Mitsui
Mitsui would lowkey be the mf that posts cringy dancing videos/trends to make himself go viral. BUT IT WOULDNT WORK 😂😂😂😂
And he’d be annoyed asl about that. I feel like he’d be the type to chase clout on social media and he’d be FIENDING for those likes and followers.
I FEEL LIKE HE’D BE A LIL THIRSTY ON TIKTOK — like he wouldn’t be up in girls’ tiktok comments but he would def like and repost any girl he thinks is pretty. AND IF HE WAS FEELING BRAVE, he would find and add the girl’s IG.
His for you page would be a mix of pretty girls, NBA basketball player edits, and like sped up music. He’d be making edits of his own basketball highlights with capcut and posting them 😂
He’d spam videos to Ryota and Sakuragi, especially basketball edits.
Miyagi
Ngl he’d be the only one on the team to fr have clout 😂😂😂
He would post both thirst traps AND photos/videos of ayako. He’d love to post her to the cute TikTok trends (like this). Ayako would jus like the post and not say ANYTHING
One thing about Miyagi is that he dresses GOOD, and he’s gonna show that off! He’d post outfit of the day videos and he’d gatekeep tf out of his clothes. Like he’d straight up ignore any comments asking him where he got his clothes from 💀
He seems like the type to not respond to ANY TikToks he’s sent. Like Sakuragi would SPAM videos and Ryota isnt even opening any of them
If Ayako sends him things on TikTok tho.. OPENED IN LESS THAN A SECOND. He’d have his notifications turned on too so whenever she posts, he is all up in her comments. He’d reply to any other guy in her comments talking some “She’s mine lil bro”
Rukawa
I don’t think Rukawa would be very into social media, but if there’s one social that he has, it’d be TikTok
He’d probably have a completely empty acc with like no pfp, 6 followers, and no posts. He would NOT care about being famous on there, although if he even jus posted a video of himself, he’d instantly go viral.
His fyp would be cats, music recommendations, english lessons, and basketball. That boy has NO interest in anything else on there. And he thinks that the other guys’ videos are corny, especially if he saw Ryota’s thirst traps 💀.
But if he EVERRR made a guest appearance on the guys’ videos, he would instantly blow up. Like all the comments would be asking him who he is, what his @ is, and why he’s so mf fine. He’d make his acc private after that 😂
I like to think that his fan girls would try to find his TikTok and stalk his reposts to see what kind of guy Rukawa is, and what he likes
Sawakita
HE’D DEF BE FAMOUS ON TIKTOK, maybe even more followers than Miyagi.
I think he’d initially blow up bc him and his teammates would do the dance trends for fun during practice, but all the girls would comment things like “That guy in the middle is so fine 😍” or “He’s the only fine one 😭😭”. AND HE’D BE USING IT AS A WAY TO DISS ON THEM, like “None of those girls even want you” 😂 (then he gets his ass whopped)
Ok I don’t think he’s the type to be thirsty but from time to time, he’d def like and repost a pretty girl on his fyp AND HIS FAN GIRLS WOULD NOTICE IT AND GO CRAZY.
He’d def post highlights from his games over famous tiktok sounds (LIKE THE “I done did the impossible” one) and he’d have girls from diff schools start showing up to his games after finding him off TikTok
I feel like he’d jus post on Tiktok for fun? Like he’d post a little bit of everything; basketball, him lipsyncing songs, dance videos with his friends, and even TikTok lives. He wouldn’t really care about being famous on TikTok so he’d jus post whatever makes him feel good yk?
I like to think that he follows the Shohoku boys (even Rukawa somehow) and from time to time, he comments on their posts with “🔥🔥🔥”
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Summary: Jake is trying to relax at a bar when a woman won't leave him alone. Confused as to what's happening, Jake isn't sure how to react. Men don't hit women, right?
Warnings: Depiction of sexual assault (over the clothes gentile touching), reader gets aggressive with other women. Jake has old fashioned, patriarchal notions of paying for women's drink, that he shouldn't assert his boundaries, that he can't be assaulted because he's a man and she's a woman, blaming himself. Men have a right to protect themselves from violence of any sort with proportional means. Protect men. Reader mentions trauma, illuding to rape. Reader isn't exactly "safe" with going out, but neither am I know I'm "supposed to" go with friends, no walk off with strangers etc. but I won't live my life afraid. My assaults have been from people I was supposed to trust, every single time. Strangers don't scare me.
Immersabily: Fem reader. Reader mentions past sexual trauma. reader mentions working with children. At one point, Jake mentions reader being shorter than a woman taller than Jake so??? IDK if that's anything lol. Could mean anything IG.
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Jake Lockley respected women. Jake Lockley didn’t hurt women. Jake Lockley wasn’t rude to women.
That made his current position complicated.
He’d just come to this bar to drink for a bit, to get away from his alters for a bit. He loved them and he loved the new relationship with Steven and Marc, but he needed peace and alone time. Well, not totally alone. When he was totally alone, Khonshu liked to talk to him like they were friends or something, that’s not what he wanted, so Jake went to a karaoke bar.
He liked it, honestly. It was fun seeing people’s personalities come out in the songs they sang, he liked watching people get more and more drunk, strangers becoming friends, people singing way out of their key as the night went on. Some people hated watching others do karaoke but Jake thought it was fun. It was people’s truest selves. He liked to watch the show, drink a little but also keep an eye on things. No one was getting roofied or assaulted on his watch.
As people got drunker, a very unsteady woman got on stage (barely) and tried to rap to Without Me by Eminem. It did not go well. It wasn’t terrible, she knew th lyrics down pat but 1. She could not rap for the life of her 2. She was very giggly and kept laughing. The smiling DJ kept taking the second mic and filling in for her while she laughed. It was adorable.
That was his first impression of you.
The night went on and he noticed you weren’t with friends. A bold move, going out alone. You were brave. He liked that. He tried to keep a special eye on you but it was proving difficult and you were beginning to stress him out. You’d leave drinks with random people asking the girls to watch it. How did you know they could be trusted? He followed you outside when you stumbled off with people you were talking too, only to find you smoking in an alley. What the hell is wrong with you? You were going to get yourself killed. Right now, you were his main focus.
Until you left to use the bathroom, leaving your drink on a table and Jake attempted to walk toward it to make sure no one spiked it when another women intercepted him. “Hi handsome, what’s your name?” She smiled at him, looking down a bit. She was tall. Jake didn’t mind his women taller than him; he liked his women however they came, but she seemed to be positioning herself to intentionally intimidate him.
“Jake.” He needed to get over to watch your drink, but when he tried to step to the side, she stepped along with him and blocked his path. It was when she put a hand on his chest he grew uncomfortable.
“My name’s Cas, why don’t we head to the bar and you buy me a drink?”
Jake was about to object. He needed to get to you, but he didn’t have much of a choice when she grabbed his tie and pulled him. She ordered two vodka cranberries. Jake didn’t like vodka. Why was he paying? That’s what he did, right? He was supposed to pay. He was supposed to entertain beautiful women -and she was beautiful for sure.
He wasn’t entirely sure how she got him in this position, but he wasn’t doing much to fight it. He was backed into corner and the woman was kissing him. He didn’t like it. Jake’s stress was compounded by the anxiety that he couldn’t see your drink, he couldn’t see you. Did something happen? Did someone spike the drink because Jake wasn’t watching? He wasn’t watching because he was horny?
He didn’t want to kiss her, but when she ground her body against his, the natural reaction was to get hard. He fought it, fought it, fought it but his will power was no match for biology. Jake felt like fucking shit. His body was stiff, he wasn’t kissing back, he kept trying to move away but his efforts were weak. She was strong, and it wasn’t like he could push her or hit her. Only weak men hit women, right?
When he turned, he locked eyes with you. Little did he know, you had been watching much of the scene play out. It wasn’t entirely clear what was happening, as the crowd of karaoke fridays kept blocking your view, but you’d grown concerned when you saw him in a corner and went to investigate. One of the girl’s you’d met and had been chatting with told you not to worry about it, that the man could handle himself… but after all you’d been through, you never wanted someone to go through that.
Then you see it. The woman’s hand went to cup his crotch, and the panic on the man’s face that had locked eyes with yours was clear. He tried to gently nudge her away, to squirm out of her grasp but she didn’t move. So you did.
The violation on his body got him moving a bit, disgust at himself for letting them happen. Not because it was his boundaries, his body, his autonomy, but because the body was Marc and Steven’s, and he was letting someone touch Marc and Steven. He wasn’t protecting them, he was failing them, but he still couldn’t manage to get her off him without hurting her.
“I don’t-” He tried to protest, but she shushed him.
“Yes, you do.”
Did he?
Before he had time to think more, Cas was ripped off of him, and another body was placed in between.
You stared the woman down, glaring daggers into her eyes; although shorter than her, you show no fear. All night, you’ve shown no fear.
“What the hell is wrong with you!” You shout at her.
“Me?” The woman gahawfs. “You’re interrupting a perfectly good-”
“He’s clearly uncomfortable!”
“He’s a big boy, he can handle himself.”
“Well he doesn’t have to, because I’m handling it, now get the fuck out of here!”
Cas looks at Jake, glaring at him and flipping him off before walking away. Jake wasn’t entirely sure what he did, but whatever it was, it was wrong.
Once she left, you turn to the man again. He looks in shock. “Can we step outside?”
Silent, Jake nods and you take him hand, carefully guiding him to the alley where you pull up two crates for you both to sit on. Both his hands are in yours now.
“I need you to breathe with me, okay, in your nose, out your mouth.” Your voice calms him. It’s only then that he realized he wasn’t calm. Jake was having a panic attack. You continued instruction. “I’m going to squeeze our hands as I breath in, but if you need to squeeze at any time, you can. Hard as you need to, you won’t hurt me.”
You did just as you said. As you breathed in, You gently squeezed his hands, letting go as you breathed out. It helped him keep in time when the panic made blood rush to his ears. He couldn't hear you, but he could feel you. Jake certainly wasn’t going to squeeze as hard as he could -his strength could actually hurt you, despite what you said- but he did give a few good squeezes and although his were random and erratic, yours remained steady. Jake latched onto that steadiness, beginning to squeeze in time with you until he was calm.
After a few moments of silence, Jake spoke. “Where’d you learn that?” He didn’t fully look at you, but you could hear the smile in your voice.
“I work with preschoolers. It’s a great way to teach them to manage their emotions…” You pause a little before adding. “Well, I guess I learned it from myself. Breathing exercises were the only way to calm myself down for a while.”
With that, Jake locked eyes with you. “You’ve had… you’ve felt like that before?”
You nod. “Yeah. Especially when random people touch me. What happened to you, has happened to me, so touch can be very triggering.”
That caught his attention. Jake was no stranger to rape victims; he’d killed plenty rapists in his day… but this still mad him feel pity. You were kind, and it made him sad to think that you’d felt like he did now.
“Someone did that to you?”
“Multiple people.” You confirm. “Sometimes it ended at a bar or a party, sometimes it ended… much worse.”
Jake felt anger in his confusing mix of emotions. He wanted to track down every single person who did that to you and end them, violently. “Is that why you…”
“Stepped in? Kinda. I’d hate for anyone to feel like I did.” Your smile was kind and warm. “But I’ve always been like that. A little crazy.” Crazy is how you’d put it.
Jake nodded, only then realizing he was still holding your hand. “Sorry.”
“That’s okay.” You reassure him before finally telling him your name.
“Jake”
“Well Jake, I assume after all that you don’t want to go inside. Can I walk you home?”
Absolutely insane, you were just trusting him like this… but he really didn’t want to be alone right now. “I drove. I only had one drink… if you’d like I can drive you home?”
You smiled. “I’d like that. What’s your last name?”
“Lockley.”
“Okay, Lockley. Stay here.”
You went inside, coming out and handing him his ID.
Now Jake was confused. “I- what?”
“Your tab.” You explained. “I paid it.”
Jake had never had a woman pay for his drink before. The only person he ever let get away with it was Matty, and that was on a good day.
“But-... I can pay my own tab?” He tried to protest, as if it wasn’t already paid.
“I’m sure you can.” Gathering up his hands in yours again, you pull him to his feet. “It’s just one drink, no big deal. I didn’t want you to have to see her again.”
Having a woman pay for his drink should make him embarrassed. A woman assaulting him should make him feel embarrassed. But you? You calmed all that. A drink wasn’t a big deal to you, but most importantly, you validated his feelings. You didn’t make him feel weak for feeling how he did.
It was okay to be human with you.
You protected him, and he wanted to spend the rest of his life returning the favor.
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I just wanna protect Jakey and make him feel saaaaaaaafe.
he deserves it.
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Me & U, Isn’t | dad’s best friend!santiago ‘pope’ garcia x reader
2.5k word count. Content warning— this is not a good time read! Relationship angst, m/c is intended to be over 21 years of age, Santi isn’t a bad guy, but he isn’t the best either. M/c is kind of self deprecating tbh, message for the girlies: Always speak your mind, and let your feelings be known if you are in a safe place to do so! Fuck “keeping the peace.” Don’t be like this m/c! She is stubborn! Anyway, I wrote this almost two months ago. It was fun stressing my friends out talking about it. Now the world can read it and stress too ig lol
Please do not read if you are not in the right headspace for more serious relationship topics and themes, thanks!
The last thing you’d expected to see this afternoon was Santiago leaning against his truck, arms folded as he watched you pull into your reserved parking spot at your apartment complex. A fond smirk lining his lips.
You take your time gathering your things, face waxing unimpressed as you exited the vehicle. “How long have you been out here?” You ask with brows knitted as he pushes himself up.
“About... ten minutes?” He takes a moment to think it over. “Saw your phone location and noticed you were headed back this way. Figured I’d be able to catch you before you headed back out.”
“What the fuck?” You remark surprisingly, looking at him like he’d grown a third arm. “Since when have you been doing that?”
“You let me, remember? That one night you were all cock drunk, I asked you and you let me enable it.” He says nonchalantly and you stare at him fixedly for a moment before promptly turning to start walking to your door.
Santiago simply follows suit, his pace lax as he trails behind you, waiting patiently as you open the door, step inside and gesture for him to enter.
“What do you want, Santiago?” You ask, shutting the door. Technically your tone was mellow, but there was something about the sentence itself that made his smug expression fall.
“What are you doing that for?” He asks.
“Doing what?” You ask, eying him weirdly as you set down your keys and take off your jacket.
“You know what. What are you upset about?” He pries.
You straighten up, tipping your head back to look at him straight on.
The elephant in the room was right there, and yet here he was asking you, what you had to be upset about like he himself hadn’t chosen to go dark for an entire week and three and half days— not that you were counting.
Although you were.
Going about your days like the family and friends trip to Miami didn’t happen last May.
Like all the glances and tension that was brewing between you and Santiago that entire year didn’t lead up to him fucking you in a beach shower at 5pm, on a Tuesday, didn’t lead to you having to keep the biggest secret you’d ever endeavored to take on.
No one could know, he’d told you.
And you weren’t fucking stupid, of course they couldn’t.
But no one didn’t just mean your mom or dad, who’d lose their minds, and more than likely relieve Santiago of his if they found out how long you’d been “seeing” one another.
No one also pertained to your childhood, college and online friends. It entailed your lab partners in Advanced Inorganic Chemistry, the girl who always gave you extra whipped cream and caramel at the campus Starbucks since you were a sophomore— and even the family cat, Feek.
When you got into this, whatever this was, you’d thought you were gaining something.
Something fun and exciting, something that kept you up at night from how giddy you were. And if you were being honest, for a little while, you’d thought you were gaining him. Even if you knew you couldn’t really be together, you’d thought— well, you don’t even know anymore.
You’d just hoped he’d at least show up for you more. And instead, he pulled away.
Santiago put more time into Kim, the woman he’d been seeing on and off since you were ten. The one he took on showy trips to the Bahamas and brought to all the special occasions as his plus one when it’d be too weird to attend alone.
‘Just for the photos.’ he’d said. ‘If people see me with her, then they wouldn’t think even in their wildest dreams that I was with you.’ He’d continued.
Eventually you stopped bringing it up. That’s how a lot of things went with him it seemed. He’d settle on one answer and that’s what he’d stick to. Not once would he divert or slip up— things just were, no matter how unsatisfied you were with his replies.
Though, you weren’t granted that same privilege it seemed.
“Mi amor,” He says walking closer to where you stood by the breakfast bar. Amor. Love— Santiago never could say it in English. And it always felt like he’d made a point of it not to. “What are you upset about?”
You scoff, effectively rolling your eyes and slipping past him to walk down the hall to your room. “Oh, there’s a list of things. I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to get to them all, even if I tried to, Santiago.” Your voice echoes in the barrer space, he follows.
And just as you reach to open the door handle, his hand rests on top of your own— keeping you locked there in the darkened space, his chest to your back. His chin ghosting over your left shoulder.
You try to even your breathing as he makes you soak in the silence before breaking it, “I know you.” He says evenly, out of all the things he could say. And his right hand that rests against your hip begins picking at the hem of your burgundy knit long sleeve.
“I know you keep a lot of this hidden. A lot of things go unsaid between us, and I thought we were both okay, with that. But if you’re not, how can I know if you don’t let me in on what it is you’re letting stew in that little head of yours.”
Your hand grasping the doorknob tightens against the metal as he speaks, your fingers beginning to shake under his.
You rest your forehead against the painted white wood, exhaling heavily through your nose as he keeps you pressed to him. And vaguely you acknowledge how ironic this moment in time is—
You, reaching the door of something, maybe it was the future. One without him and all his empty promises. One where you were free to see whoever and share them with whomever you pleased.
And him, stopping you. Holding on to you and this shitty situation like it isn’t absolute madness.
Didn’t he go day by day antagonizing over this too? Didn’t he share in the thought that this was pure torture?
‘Don’t you see what you’ve done to me?’ You think. ‘You’ve made me feel like everyone I could trust was an inside spy, waiting for one damn slip up to crucify me for.’
‘I’m protecting you, and I’m lonelier than ever.’
‘You’re holding me and I hate how you’re all I’ve got left that feels like home.’
You couldn’t say those things. And he didn’t want to know them, not really.
“Why won’t you let me go?” You ask, taking a shaky inhale.
Santiago doesn’t answer right away, undoubtedly getting your true meaning.
“Do you want me to?” He asks finally, quiet. Waiting.
“I,” Your voice cracks before everything becomes too much and you’re turning in his grasp to look at him.
Could the truth fix everything in this instance?
If you told him, ‘It’s about you not being honest? It’s about you sleeping with whoever you want but acting like a scorned child when I do the same? Ignoring my texts for weeks at a time, and showing up at my apartment at odd hours of the night whenever it suits you?’
But what was the point of wasting your breath when you knew it’d turn into a futile argument that changed nothing.
It’d end the same way regardless, with him dismantling all your lines of defense with a look, with a touch, and a kiss.
With him fucking you into your sheets with your nails clawing into his back, until your throat is hoarse and your vision is skewed with tears. That’s how he seemed to like you best anyway— responsive to his smallest whim and wholly compliant.
So as always, you don’t speak, you don’t push the limits. And he rewards you for it, whether or not he knows it. By bringing you into his arms, holding you close and skipping the fight altogether.
“My pretty girl. Smart girl.” He says running his fingers along your face now, looking into your eyes, and you take the opportunity to search his. If the eyes were the gateway to the soul, what would you find if you looked into his?
Right now. If you were being honest. You saw nothing. But did that say more about you, or him?
Maybe you lacked whatever it took to catch a glimpse of whatever a person’s true nature was but as he cups your face with one hand, you abandon the thought. It was better not to think.
“I’m here now, so just… be with me.” He says it so softly he’s almost whispering. Leaning in til your noses touch.
“Santiago.” Comes out raspy, your voice strained by nerves and excess emotion.
“Nuh-uh.” He interjects, softly tilting your head back til it makes contact with the closed door behind you. Nosing at the slope of your neck, he keeps his eyes on your face as he rubs his lips along your cold skin. “None of that. Say it properly.”
“I don’t know what you’re—“ And you’re interrupted by the way he pinches at your clit through the fabric of your jeans, quick to cradle the back of your head to prevent you from hurting yourself when you throw it back.
“Still don’t know, do you?” He asks eyeing you with a glint forming in his eye as you shook your head. “No?”
He begins undoing your pants with one hand, pulling your underwear and bottoms down just enough so that they sit just above your thighs, before placing your cunt on full display for him. “What’s it going to take to get that little attitude of yours in check? Hm?”
His thumb rubs over your clit once, slow and purposeful as you keen in his grasp. “What am I going to have to do? Fuck it out of you?”
At those words, he begins rubbing the pad of his middle finger in your arousal. Pressing slowly into you fully before pulling back and when he pushes forward again, this time it’s with two fingers that have you quietly gasping at the intrusion.
Your cunt wets his fingers all to quickly, you’re leaning into his touch as he fucks you open, one overwhelmingly patient pump at a time.
With a beckoning motion, he massages your spongy walls until he locates the spot that causes you to buck into his hand. “That’s it.” He purrs, praising you like you were some wild thing he was working to tame.
Your cunt squeezes around him as he introduces a third digit, encouraging you to fuck his fingers with an eager tone. Slick rolling down his wrist in reflective streaks. “That’s it, baby, that’s it. Give it to me, mi amor. You’re gonna cum, aren’t you?”
You nodded foggily as he upped his pace, your hands shooting forward to grasp futilely at his immovable wrist, his hand becoming a blur as he propelled you closer and closer towards an edge you couldn’t see but could feel fast approaching from all angles. Your moans rise in pitch, voice cracking as he works at an unyielding speed.
“Say my name, baby. All you have to do is say it and I’ll let you cum on my fingers nice, long and hard.” He murmurs, brows raised expectantly. “Come on, baby. Come on.”
“F-fuck, Santiago!” Comes out jumbled and whiny, your face buried into the side of his neck when suddenly his hand comes to an immediate standstill.
He laughs humorlessly, pulling out of you completely. A cry is promptly ripped from your lips when he lands a clean, wet slap square against your clit. The swollen bud pulsating as he ignores your whines.
Grasping your face in his palm, he smears your arousal along your cheeks as he forces you to look at him through hooded eyes bordered with tears. He searches your gaze for a moment, unbelieving amusement vaguely lining his features as he looks over you.
“Hmm.” He takes a moment to hum and haw, as if what he finds is in line with whatever he had thought. “Fucking it is.”
Making quick work of yanking your pants down your legs, he haphazardly tosses the material on the floor. His belt clinks as he unbuckles it, unzipping his jeans with one confident pull of his wrist.
He doesn’t bother removing his own bottoms completely, instead holding your unsteady gaze as you watch him pull his cock through the opening he’d made for himself. Grabbing a hold of your left thigh, he hooks your leg over his hip.
Fitting you against him, he rubs the tip of his cock against your clit, spreading his precum across your folds.
“You can be difficult with me, baby. I have all the time in the world for you.” He says in a tone so sweet, your brows furrow and lips press into a fine lined pout. His eyes soften at the way your expression crumples.
“Pobrecita,” He coos, peppering kisses across your face, against your cheeks, and nose, and eyelids— wherever he felt so inclined. You balled your hands into the fabric of his shirt, clinging to him as he began pushing inside of you.
You release a faint sob, his cock filling you to the hilt when tears begin streaming down your cheeks in angry droplets.
“What is it, bebita? Talk to me. I can’t help if you don’t let me in.” He mumbles into your skin, pulling his head up to rest his forehead against yours. His hips rocking slowly as ugly emotions rolled through your chest.
“Why—“ You suck in a big breath of air in between hiccups. “Why don’t you ever tell me you love me?”
His eyes are deep, chocolatey and steady when he speaks. “I tell you. I tell you all the time.” He says, bringing a hand up to card his fingers through your hair.
“In Spanish!” You argue unhappily, eyelashes matted together with tears, cheeks watermarked. “You tell me in Spanish, Santiago.”
“You think I don’t mean it?” He asks evenly.
“You don’t say it.” You insist.
Releasing a sigh, he leans closer, his lips ghosting against yours. “Te amo.” He whispers, low, just for you to hear. It was a sentiment only for your ears as he thrusts in and out of you in slow, meaningful drags.
“Te amo.” He says again, kissing you softly, the words being almost spoken into your mouth.
“Te amo.” Santiago repeats with another kiss before pulling back to look into your eyes, sparing one hand to cup your chin. “I love you.”
Your bottom lip trembles, from finally hearing the words, from how gently he looks at you. “I love you, Santi. I love you.”
A smile breaks onto his face as he leans in to capture your mouth again. Only parting after he’d thoroughly taken your breath away, leaving your chest heaving in his departure. “I know, babygirl.”
#santi x reader#santiago pope garcia#santiago garcia smut#santiago garcia x reader#santiago garcia x you#santiago garcia#santiago pope garcia x reader#triple frontier#triple frontier smut#triple frontier angst#fanfic#santiago pope garcia angst
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HEY!! I love ur blog! I wanted to ask if u maybe wanna wrote a lil Stevie image? Like Eddie and fem!reader are besties but he CONSTANTLY chooses ppl over her (goes out w Chrissy etc just SUPER angsty) and reader likes eddie. She lost her confidence due to being 2nd choice (maybe also always being parents second choice) and then Steve and u start to hand out. He brings back ur confidence is super gentle and sweet, u go on trips with him and the teens and stuff and in the end it’s Steve x reader and bittersweet ig for reader and Eddie <33
pairing: eddie munson x reader
a/n: sure ! istg bro I HOPE THIS IS GOOD I SWEAR IM TRYING 😭
warnings: reader is a second choice, eddie is kind of an asshole in this, stevie is better than eddie deal with it 😇😇, swearing
you and eddie have been best friends for the longest time, you’d always hang out together, and do everything together. nobody would ever say your name without eddie being after it
you two were just—soulmates! he just got you, and that’s what made you guys so close
he would cheer you up when you’re sad, buy you your favorite things, share secrets with you, choose you over everyone, he made you feel special
that was before.
now…now you had to deal with this new eddie. this eddie never made you feel that way. he suddenly changed, he stopped hanging around as much, didn’t think of you as much, didn’t even care about you, all he cared about was basically anything but you.
he cared about chrissy, his friends, dnd, absolutely anything that doesn’t involve you. he stopped telling you things, conversations are dry, he acts like he doesn’t even wanna be with you
but…what happened? weren’t you two best friends?
you’d tell him to hang out with you, he’d say he’s busy, you’d invite him over, he’s with chrissy, come talk to you at lunch, he’s with his friends, even just talk to you, he’d avoid it with some fake excuse
your friendship was thrown away like it was nothing
the only time he’d talk to you, is when he had nothing else to do, when chrissy was busy.
chrissy. oh chrissy.
chrissy was nice, but because of her, eddie doesn’t care anymore.
you had a secret, you had liked eddie during your friendship. how couldn’t you? he was such a sweetheart but now…
now you were the second choice. as always. you were the second choice at home, and eddie was your comfort, the one that made you feel like you weren’t the second choice
look where that all went now.
you were once a happy, confident, positive girl. now, now you feel like crap all the time, and nobody cared
eddie didn’t care.
look at you now, sitting alone at the coffee shop, tears in your eyes as you read your book
“mind if i sit here?” someone asked
you looked up to see it was none other than steve harrington, the infamous ladies man
“holy shit—“ he said, “y/n?” he smiled
“that’s me” you fake laughed, blinking your tears away
“i cant believe it—i haven’t seen you in so long. i remember you and eddie used to come to family video all the time” he said as he sat down
“yeah” you mumbled, a sad look in your eyes as you remembered that memory, things were better back then
“i haven’t seen you in a while, i have seen eddie though, he’s always with that girl chrissy” steve said
“trust me, i know” you responded, not realizing how snarky that sounded
“whatever happened to you two…” he trailed off, noticing your upset look
you hummed in response
“in my opinion, chrissy’s kind of annoying—don’t get me wrong shes nice but—you won’t catch me hanging out with her, so boring anyway” he said
you turned to him, a smile creeping its way upon your lips, “really?”
“yeah—disappoints me every-time she comes in, all happy and super boring. when you used to come in, you’d actually have a personality” he said, making you spit your water, he burst out in laughter at your red face after it came out of your nose too
“shut up” you said as you grabbed a couple of tissues
“what—that was funny” he said, and you smiled in response, “i was being serious though, you’re like way better”
“that’s really sweet of you to say, steve” you blushed
and that’s where it all started, he started coming over, you started visiting him at the store, he’d invite you to movie nights and hangouts with his group, you’d babysit with him, you’d spend nights laughing at the dumbest things
whenever you weren’t really feeling the day, and were in need of some comfort, steve would drop everything and come take care of you
he treated you the way you deserved
steve would never ever leave your side, he was always there for you. he would stop whatever he’s doing just to come be with you
he truly loved you
he made you feel way better than eddie did. and trust me, he made it very clear to eddie that he is never to see you again after the way he treated you
eddie would secretly call you or try to get you to talk to him, and try to manipulate you into thinking he’s better than steve.
whats funny is that eddie suddenly started caring, the second you let go of him and stopped believing his lies, he was now concerned
“oh come on—him? i’m your best friend, i treat you better than everyone else. you should leave him, and hang out with me” he’d say
you always refused, and sometimes steve would also tell him to back off
when eddie and chrissy would come in, theyd see you and steve together, laughing, or kissing, or just anything that made you feel happy. and he’d have to watch you be happy without him
so what? he deserved it anyway.
even the kids like you! robin also liked you, which was rare, mike too! mike hated everyone and everything, but you’re his favorite! robin tells you about her crush, and you’d accept her and support her, they all loved you alot
and they’d never treat you the way eddie did.
#stranger things 4#stranger things x reader#eddie munson#steve harrington x you#steve harrington headcannons#steve harrington fanfic#steve#steve stranger things#steve harrington x y/n#steve harrington x original character#steve harrington x fem!reader#steve harrington x reader fluff#steve harrington x reader angst#steve harrington x plus sized reader#steve harrington fluff#steve harrington x gender neutral reader
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Confession
My town has an indie music festival every year and I used to go religiously. Anyway when I was 19 I went to this festival and the whole weekend felt like a movie like it was perfect in every way possible. Also I had a minor concussion which added to this feeling.
The weekend started with me driving to get my friend from the next town over. We of course then went to the liquor store to buy 2 quarts of rum and a case of cheap beer. We start drinking at noon behind the bank.
We hung out at the main tent for a while. It was very cool since I met Willie Thrasher and BA Johnston. I notably (and drunkenly) told BA that I wanted to be like him when I grow up. He said something to the effect of I was halfway there.
We went to a bar next to the train tracks to see Motherhood and BA Johnston around 9:30. The show’s incredible. I’m absolutely plastered and I have my rum stashed under under the stairs of a nearby apartment.
On our way back to the main tent to call a cab, I see someone I knew in passing in front of the legion. I notice she’s bruised and has cuts all over her. I stop and have a smoke.
We talked for a bit and exchanged ig handles. Before I left her I told her to message me so we could talk more.
The next day I woke up to this girl messaging me so we could catch a smoke. I accept.
I get there and she’s sat on the stairs of an apartment with a bag of rez smokes. We smoke cigarette after cigarette as we exchange life stories. We learn that we’re so similar that we couldn’t believe it took so long to become friends. We spent the day together and dyed her hair.
I returned to the festival to hang out with a group of my buddies. At the time, there was an illegal weed store set up downtown. This was the most accessible weed had been at this festival ever. I get absolutely blitzed and have a spiritual awakening during Weave’s set. I’m unsure how I got home that night.
The final night I hang out with my new friend. We didn’t have tickets for that night due to poor planning. Instead, we got ridiculously high on anything we could get our hands on and sit on the benches next to the main tent. At one point we went into a bar. We were both heavy smokers which resulted in us spending most of our time in the smoking pit.
I was left alone at one point, leading me to talk to a guy who said he liked my sweater for like 20 minutes. We then left to go to my friends house where we did more drugs. We’d only been there an hour or so before we went out for a smoke and heard music from down the street. We walked down to check it out only to find that there was an after party with all of the artists from the festival in attendance.
In all my audacity, I led my new friend and this random guy to this party. I was in a band that was locally known so I was welcomed. I remember sitting around a table with some people for a bit. I then went out for a smoke. I saw the guy from Motherhood was out there and I offered him a smoked for the great set. We talked for a while before I noticed a trampoline. At which point, my substance addled little brain went berserk. I needed to jump on that trampoline or I’d never forgive myself.
I dragged this dude over to the trampoline and we bounced on it for like an hour. After the trampoline, he and I sat on a log and just talked. Finally, there hit a point where we just started making out. I found my new friend and told her me and this dude were fucking off to his place.
We didn’t make it to his place. I had initially asked if he wanted to stargaze since I knew how to get up on the roof. That idea didn’t last. Instead, atop a house of god of all places we had the messiest fucking sex of my life.
The next day, I had a message from him. He’d left his shoes at my friends house and was wondering if I could take him to get them. I also noticed that my pipe was missing so we took the opportunity to take a walk to retrace our steps after we got his shoes.
I wish I could fucking tell you that we didn’t fuck but that would be an outright lie. We remained fuck buddies for a year and a half until I met my boyfriend.
Anyway yeah as if that wasn’t already an awful origin story, he was into feet and armpits.
Consider this a cautionary tale on attending festivals, taking a cocktail of drugs and feeling like your life is a movie. It doesn’t end well. However the girl I met outside of the legion actually ended up becoming my best friend so it wasn’t all for not.
#the confessional#I am the confessioner and you are all my priest#kat speaks#I just felt like telling this story
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Fam I… *DEEP BREATH*
Ok so I have this friend whom I’ve known for most part of my life. Meaning we were comfortable around e/o families and basically felt like extended families at one point. Now idk if its just me projecting but I had a crush on his older sis, and from a lot of their interactions throughout the years I was convinced he did too. Now here’s what makes me think maybes I’m just not projecting- he didn’t know about my crush and I noticed he acted towards her the same I did, but not to his other sisters?? They did come from a toxic family and I supposed that kids from such home environments learn to stick together as a survival tactic of sorts and to stay sane. Now y’know how teen guys are especially and our friends used to talk about all sorts of stuff related to girls. Idk who it was but someone once shared an (accidental) incest story that was now in hindsight PROBABLY meant as a cautionary tale against looking for premarital sex and especially against using criminal methods. While I forgot about it soon after, this friend was almost obsessed with the story. He even wanted to tell her sister it, but I thought it was really weird and talked him out of it. One more thing, she loved reading but was possessive of her books (ngl I just thought she read dirty books and didn’t wanna be found out lol. I was partially wrong) and he used to “borrow” them without her knowing and read them too bc the forbidden attracts ig? He used to let me read them too sometimes when I wasn’t feeling too guilty about reading her very cool novels without permission. So, at around her 17-ish bday, her friend gifted her a book as a bday present. She wanted to wait till finals were over to really enjoy it, and my friend took his chance knowing he had plenty time. He read it before her and… there was a lot of surprise incest in it. I don’t think her friend had known because nothing of that was mentioned in the book description/summary at the back. It literally came as a shock to the reader. I became a lil concerned when my friend became obsessed with those parts, talking about them and how insane it was that someone would write two siblings doing it. I thought it was crazy too but like I wasn’t as interested or obsessed as him. Honestly, I found his obsession a little creepy.
There were other instances too, like for example once our macho male teacher who all the guys loved told a dramatic story of rescuing a pretty girl, and ended it with girls know intuitively how someone’s looking at them. If you’re staring at them with bad intentions or dirty thoughts, they’ll know (and come on that’s bs… right? Definitely sounds like it. But this idiot, my friend, he gleefully told me the next day that it worked because he’d tried it on his sister. He didn’t tell me what he was thinking of when he’d stared at her from a hidden spot but he said she got a scared look as until she spotted him before angrily asking why he was staring.
Long story short, we’re all adults now, and I think he’s ashamed of how he used to act or the thoughts he used to have. He has a gf he refuses to call a gf but goes on dates with. And she. Is the opposite of his sister. In all aspects, looks, voice, dressing etc. And I don’t wanna think he’s just using her but I do think now that he’s older and thinks all that is unforgivable and is dating someone the complete opposite both as guilt and to show himself that he’s moved on. I hope he has. Especially because the bastard made me interested in incest couples 😭 Lmao the irony. And uhh I wouldn’t ship them how they were back then bc I still think the way he acted was creepy, but now, that he’s gentlemanly to her and tries to be protective without the creep factor, I’m shipping them a lil. Huge tmi I know, but sorry! I saw them yesterday and ig the memories were triggered. Tc!
... HOLY CRAP, NONNIE
OMG
i agree with you, i don't know all the nuances of your friend and his sister when they were kids, idk how close they were. i think even him reading her books without her knowledge or permission would have annoyed me, no matter how small it is in the big picture. i wonder if his sister felt uncomfortable with that, but i'm glad he's grown up and tried to move on. i agree, now that he's matured i'd find the idea of him and his sister cute, especially if he's pined after her his whole life. but unclear with how the sister reacted or if she noticed at all.
thank you for sharing, nonnie!!
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Pairing: Pilot!Steve Rogers x Publicist! Reader
Warnings: 18+ ONLY Minors, DNI. Enemies to Lovers, and there was only one bed, angst, little sisters, talk of dildos, daddy kink of you squint, grey sweats, heavy petting, manual sex, saliva kink, pussy slapping, female receiving oral sex. Not Beta’d. All errors are on me.
A/N: This is my entry for @afriendlyblackhottie’s Chick Flick Challenge. I’m getting back on the grind. I hope you like it. If so, let me know!
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Dividers by @firefly-graphics
The news of Aria’s marriage at 12:34 pm on a Tuesday went the way you thought it would. Tons of people making posts, crying, happy, complaining, but also creating free publicity for her new movie, Superbia. You managed to spin it the way you wanted, and it turned out to be a positive thing, everyone immediately copying her hair and outfit as they ran out of the courtroom in NYC.
You watched the socials all night while Aria drunk texted you sweet, funny and finally, nsfw selfies of her and Topher. You laughed and posted one cute one of him kissing her on the cheek to her IG.
You finally went to bed at 2 am, looking forward to Aria’s honeymoon tomorrow, because it would give you a break from her. She had been one of many clients you had as a publicist, but as her star rose, so did your earnings from her and she insisted that you be her exclusive media manager and publicity director. You couldn’t say no; she was your baby sister and you’d always loved her to pieces.
At 3:45 am you heard your phone ding.
You knew better, but you looked at it anyway.
“Shit!”
You exclaimed and dropped your phone on the bed as you flopped down on it.
Aria wanted you to come with her on her honeymoon.
You asked the question, even thought you knew it was futile.
“Who has a group honeymoon?!?!?!?”
You knew the answer before she sent it.
“Because I want everyone I love to celebrate our loveeeee!”
Although you were the serious ambivert, very social when necessary, Aria was a people person. Since she was born there had been a constant party. And the announcement was leading to freebies and perks. She’d just accepted a free trip to Italy three hours after her wedding. She’d invited the whole crew to come with. That meant Topher's brother and best friend Trisha were coming.
You took a deep breath. You could do this.
“Flight leaves at 10 am. See you then!”
You took another deep breath.
Shit.
You’d be stuck on someone else’s honeymoon with Steve Rogers, your disaster blind date from two nights ago.
The date had been terrible, from you constantly scrolling your phone and him calling you rude, to you calling him a trust fund preppy boy and you two glaring at each other over the table. You were pissed.
Steve, although hot as hell, was an asshole about it, barking at you that he’d grown up in a group home and enlisted in the army as soon as he turned 18 with his best friend, ending up flying combat missions in Afghanistan. Of course, you melted on the inside. But the night was already ruined, so you threw money down on the table and told him you were going home to scroll your phone, which for you meant working.
You told him to have a nice life as if you were never going to talk to him again.
But then you remembered that he was one of Topher’s private pilots and that’s how Aria knew him. Well, you could be professional and not ever have to deal with him much.
Aria had to stop setting you up on dates, it was getting worse and worse. The next morning, you were going to tell her you were done with her matchmaking when she texted you she was at the courthouse. You made it there to stand beside her as he married Topher, her latest co-star and fling. Well, more than a fling now.
The blind date was forgotten as the whirlwind occurred. And now, your blind date from the other night, who you’d made an enemy, had your life in his hands for the next 8 hours.
You boarded the jet without incident, and no sign of Steve. Of course you were the only one on time and sat in the cabin, scrolling your phone, as usual. You heard someone clear their throat and looked up to see Steve coming out of the cockpit.
Steve Rogers in a pilot’s uniform was… you closed your mouth when you realized that you were staring at him and gaping. He was even more attractive than the other night. You went home and researched him and found that he was telling the truth. You felt terrible and hoped you could talk it out.
The problem was, he looked pissed to see you.
Great.
Steve was taken aback when he’d finished in the cabin and opened the door to see you there. You in leggings and a long fashionable hoodie was unexpectedly sexy. He wanted the hoodie to be his and to peel the leggings off of you, but judging from the look on your face, you wanted to be a million miles away from him.
“Um. Hello? I thought this flight was for the honeymoon…”
You bristled at him questioning your presence.
“It is. Aria, wanted a group thing?”
You tilted your head. Steve loved the way you spoke in questions sometimes. And that head tilt. He didn’t know what to do with his hands. He didn’t know what to say.
Steve started adjusting some dials on the front wall of the plane, probably pre-flight check something or other as he cleared his throat. You thought you heard him say, “Great.”
You shook your head and went back to your phone and when you looked up, he was helping the group enter the cabin, including one of the regular flight attendants, Sharon. and Steve’s co-pilot, James Barnes, boarded and began to help with the bags as well.
Sharon gave you a saccharine smile as she maneuvered between you and Steve. She bent over at the waist toward you, making sure that her ass was all up in his face as she asked you if you needed help with your bags. Steve moved around her and grabbed your bags before she could, taking them toward the front instead of the back, where they usually went.
“The back is filling up, I’ll put your stuff up here with the crew.”
For some reason that flew all over you and you got up to follow your bags, and the asshole who had taken them.
You moved around the partition to the small space between the cabin and the cockpit, as Steve stowed your bags into a deceptively spacious compartment.
“So are you saying that I’m the help and my bags don’t belong with everyone else’s? I’ll have you know…”
Steve finished stowing your bags and turned around, fire in his blue eyes as he stared you down.
“Hold on a second.”
His voice was low, but deep, and the look on his face both scared and thrilled you.
“I’m putting them up here so you can access them quickly and easily. It’s where my bags are stowed.”
He raised his eyebrow at you and bent his head closer.
“Are you calling ME the help?”
You felt as though there was a threat behind his words, almost as if you were going to get a spanking. And that you would like it.
You cleared your throat and straightened your spine, chin coming up so your eyes met his.
Steve looked into your face, those eyes, that skin, that mouth. He felt your body, especially your chest, nearer to him, and he gulped. He wanted to kiss you, but then remembered that you hated him.
Your stare turned to his lips as you had your own thoughts about what you wanted to do, but then two arms enveloped you from behind.
“THERE'S MY LOVIEEE!”
Aria pulled you close to her, and to Steve started moving around you two, trying to escape.
“Not so fast, Sir. I want to hear all about the date. I’m not going to have to fix her up again, am I? Her coochie has cobwebs from not having dick for over a year. And your dildo doesn’t count.”
Steve coughed and looked down at the floor, intrigued now that he knew that bit of information. God it made him want to feel you around him even more now. Visions of you and a dildo were everywhere in his head. He glanced at the baggage compartment, wondering if Jake was along for the trip.
You could feel yourself flush and you wanted to jump off the plane.
“Ha ha. Little Sisters.” You smiled at Steve. “They have a tendency to exaggerate and embellish.”
Aria was as pure as she was brash.
“Oh no. I remember when we bought him, three months after you broke up with Frank. You named it Jake.That was this time last year.”
You heard Steve cough and you glared at him and then Aria. Her wide smile was so punchable right now, but you kept your composure.
“But I see that I interrupted some chemistry here. I’m glad I don’t have to find you yet another date.” She looked from you to Steve. “Or doooo I?”
Fuck. You couldn’t do it again. No more blind dates. You looked at Steve and silently pleaded with him. He caught your look and responded to Aria.
“It was… great.”
He didn’t sound too convincing, but when Aria looked back at you, she saw you nodding enthusiastically.
Aria smiled then pouted. “And here I am interrupting your moment.”
She waved her arms and pushed you up against Steve, heading to the main cabin.
“I’ll give you some privacy.”
You were shoved up against Steve, feeling his long, lean body against yours. His arms came up around you as you looked up into his face, feeling his breath fanning yours. You heard Aria singing.
“Y/N and Steve sitting in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g…”
You groaned and buried your face in his chest, feeling his heartbeat through his uniform. Then you looked back up at him.
“Please. Just for the trip. It’s only for a week. I can’t go on another terrible date with a terrible human. I would owe you big time. I could fix you up with some pretty famous people. You have the right look.”
You thought that’s what he would like, since he didn’t like you.
Steve stiffened and pushed you away from him.
“I’ll do it, because I feel your pain. No need for that kind of repayment. When Aria’s around, we’re hot and heavy. Got it. You probably need to go to your seat now. We’ll take off soon.”
He turned around and opened the cabin door, about to close it when a large hand came from behind you and stopped it.
“Excuse me, Steve forgets that he can’t fly for 8 hours by himself.”
Barnes smiled at you, and you smiled back weakly. You were reeling a little from Steve’s disgust of you. Steve was already in the Captain’s chair as Barnes maneuvered around you and into the cabin. You turned around and went back to your seat before he closed the cockpit door. You put your earbuds in, pulled up your hoodie and tried to sleep off the bad vibes.
As they were completing preparations for takeoff, Bucky questioned Steve.
“So, are we going to spend the entire flight in silence as you brood over that beautiful woman you just pushed away out there because you’re too awkward to tell her how much you like her?”
Steve just glared at Bucky and then went back to the gauges.
“Alrighty then. 480 minutes of silence. Check.”
The plane landed in Genoa, and you were going to have to be driven to the Cinque Terre area, to the town of Riomaggiore. You had slept most of the flight, having not gotten any sleep the night before.
That was both good and bad, because it was midnight, Italy time and you could stay up with Aria and keep and eye on her, but your sleep schedule would be fucked up for the forseeable future.
Steve helped get your bags, but barely looked at you as you and he and Bucky, as you heard Steve call him, deboarded the plane. There were two cars waiting for you all on the tarmac, and Aria told you the moves for tonight and the accommodations.
“Oh, and you and Steve’s room will have it’s on ensuite bathroom…”
“Hold up. Wait. What? Me and Steve’s room?”
Aria looked non plussed.
“Yeah? Is there a problem? I figured you two would want some quality time!”
You rolled your eyes at Topher’s “Bow chica wow wow” behind you.
“After ONE date?”
Aria raised her eyebrow at you. “Yes, it’s time to retire Jake. Isn’t that right, Steve?”
Steve was amused despite the situation. “Look, I respect Jake…”
“Who’s Jake?”
Bucky wanted to know. You just glared at him and turned back to Aria.
“I’m sorry. But no. He can bunk with Barnes.”
“No, I’M sorry, but Bucky and Sharon have a room.”
You looked at all of them, confused. You thought she was after Steve.
“What, you didn’t know they were a thing?
Fuck. You could do this, you thought.
“Okay…”
You looked at Steve to see if it was okay, and he nodded, a small frown on his face. Great, you had to room with someone who hated you.
The ride to Riomaggiore was uneventful as you proceeded to post to Aria’s socials the progress of the trip so far. Steve was dozing and Sharon and Bucky were not so subtly feeling each other up under his jacket.
When you all arrived and got to your room, your mouth hung open. There was one full sized bed in the small room. The room was generous by European standards, but the bed was a problem. Steve was a large man, and there was no way.
“I’ll bunk on the floor.”
Steve’s voice was deep, but tired. He’d just spent several hours flying you and your family safely over the Atlantic. You felt guilty.
“I’m going out with Aria and the crew. You take the bed and when I get back, we’ll see what’s up then.
Steve didn’t argue with you, just put his bags down.
“Cool. I’m beat. I need a shower and sleep.”
Steve started undressing and you averted your eyes as he pulled his shirt off. Damn. Those abs. That v-cut. You should have brought Jake, but you had no privacy. Luckily, He went into the bath and started the shower before he got completely undressed.
You lay back on the bed and got yourself together. You had to admit that you were attracted to him, but you’d screwed it up when you made assumptions about him at dinner and now you were sure that he hated your guts. But would he mind rearranging them?
You closed your eyes and fantasized about his bare chest and the next thing you knew he was waking you up by calling your name gently. You opened your eyes to a tired, bare chested Steve sitting on the bed next to you. You sat up.
“Oh. I’m sorry. I’ll get out of your way.”
He gave you a tired smile. It was very nice.
“No worries, just didn’t want to… you know.”
You got out of bed to let him have it, noticing that when he stretched out that he was wearing grey sweats. Damn.
“It’s all yours.”
You bit your lip as you said it. You looked up at him and if this was another situation, you’d jump on top of him.
“It is, is it?”
Steve chuckled, but then turned around and immediately got comfortable, his eyes drooping with exhaustion. All you wanted to do was smooth his hair out of his eyes as they drooped with exhaustion. But you just stood there and watched him fall asleep.
You got your things together and quickly showered yourself, slipping into something more appropriate for partying and tipped out of the room without waking him.
You got back in at 6 am, when Aria and Topher finally went back to their suite. You crept into the bathroom to change into your sleep clothes and brush your teeth, praying you didn’t wake Steve, but it seemed that he was awake already when you came back into the bedroom.
“Hey, come here, y/n.”
He sounded sleepy and angry about something.
Shit, you woke him up. You moved to the bed and saw that his eyes were closed.
He sighed and turned onto his back. You watched his face, which was relaxed, and then the sly smile that appeared while his eyes were still closed. Damn, he was pretty.
“Y/N!”
This time he groaned your name. Was he talking in his sleep? You felt like an intruder, but you were curious. You leaned closer to him.
“Fuck Jake the Dildo. I’m gonna make you cum on my cock, y/n. I’ll make that pussy mine. No more toys.”
You couldn’t belive what you were hearing. Steve was talking about fucking you. For some reason you felt elated, yet paralyzed, horny and intrigued. You didn’t hear any more, so you crept toward the other side of the bed and pulled the covers back, only to see that Steve had a giant boner. And giant was an understatement. Damn. He would give Jake some competition, judging from the size of him. But he was asleep and it was just his subconscious at work. He didn’t really feel anything for you. Distaste was the most you could hope for.
You tried to get into the bed and not touch him inappropriately, hanging on to the very edge of the mattress. When you got settled, however, you felt Steve turn around and put his arm around you. You felt him grind his boner into your ass and you definitely didn’t hate it. But it wasn’t right.
You jumped out of the bed and Steve finally woke up, blinking his eyes at you in the dim light.
He took in your form in your tank top and sleep shorts and was confused, then, he looked around and back at you.
“What’s going on?”
His voice, gravely with sleep, wasn't helping the moistness of your panties.
“I’m just trying to get some shut eye.”
Your tone was annoyed, but you were annoyed at yourself, not Steve.
He nodded, looking at his phone for the time. He got the clue that you didn’t want him around. He began to get out of bed, his boner subsided.
“I’ll get out of your way then. Maybe we can sleep in shifts. I’ll go for a run.”
You felt terrible about this entire situation. You sat down on the bed, tired beyond words at the tension.
“Steve, I’m sorry for the other night. I shouldn’t have assumed. You’re a good guy, but I’ve ruined it, and now we’re in this situation and you hate my guts and now we have to pretend we have a thing and this week is going to be soooo long and… I’m sorry. This could have been so different.”
Steve sat back down on the bed.
“I don’t hate your guts.”
You looked back up at him.
“Come on. I’m not stupid? I was a bitch the other night and you haven’t said five words to me strung together and the before the flight you looked like you wanted to spank me and…I’m not stupid, okay?”
You tilted your head at him and he smirked at you as he moved closer.
“You’re right and wrong. You were rude, but the reason that I haven’t said much to you is because I definitely don’t hate you.”
His eyes moved to your lips.
“And I did want to spank you before the flight.”
Your nipples hardened and he moved his eyes downward to see them staring at him. They looked so good through your tank top that he licked his lips.
“Fuck.” You said, whispering.
“Fuck?” He said, tilting his head at you.
“Fuck!”
You said, whimpering louder and leaning forward, jumping on top of him as he took possession of your lips.
His cock got hard again almost immediately against your thigh. You opened your legs and straddled him, gaining pressure and friction at your core where you wanted it. You came up for air and tried to sit up, as his large, strong hands held you by the waist, making you stay down and take his new assault at your neck and down your cleavage.
Steve let you sit up and you started moving against him as his hands went under your tank top to find your insistent nipples. You threw your head back and moaned as he first gently, then with more pressure, fine tuned your body to his frequency.
“Shit, Steve.”
“What do you want, Doll?”
The pet name made you feel some kind of way and you opened your mouth as your hands went to his chest to steady yourself as your soaked panties and shorts rubbed against his dick.
It was at that point, that Steve’s slim hips started pistoning up into you, bringing you embarrassingly close to the edge. Fuck, it had been too long since someone else had touched you.
Steve watched you use him to begin to get off and got possessive. He felt triumphant and wanted to be the only one to make you feel like this. He sat up and captured your lips with his again. You put your arms around his bare shoulders and started lightly scratching his back.
Steve’s hand was on the outside of your shorts, tracing up and down the seam of your pussy lips and making you feral for his touch. You were sucking his tongue now, as if your action would give him a clue to what you wanted to do to him, to have him do to you. He pulled back from you, pupils lust blown as he looked into your eyes.
“I said, what do you want? Can I touch you here? Can I feel how wet you are for me?….” Steve groaned at the fact that you were letting him do this.
“Yes, Steve. Please���”
Quickly, Steve’s long, nimble fingers moved up to reach inside your waistband and slipped down to your soaking wet slit, gliding up and down and around your clit, which was hard and almost vibrating with arousal.
Your breath hitched in your throat and you threw your head back, humming with the impending peak of your desire.
“Already Doll? From just kissing and my fingers? You make me feel….”
Steve pulled your tank top off and grabbed your nipple with his lips, pulling at it insistently as he played in your slit and circled your clit with his tongue. He licked around your areolas sloppily, leaving them as wet as your pussy. Within seconds, the coil inside you snapped and you arched into his hand, your back somehow now against the bed as he made you stay still and take what he was doing to you. He watched you ride the waves of pleasure and whispered praise into your ear.
“Such a good, good girl for me, almost immediately. I can’t wait to clean up this mess you’re making.”
“S-Steve.. I…”
“Shhhhh.”
Steve crawled down your body, pulling your panties and shorts off, spreading your thighs with his hands and holding you open so that he could see you.
He shook his head and bit his lip.
“Damn, I knew you would be beautiful, but this is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
He looked up at you as he stuck his fingers in his mouth and pulled them out, wetter than they had been before and dripping with saliva. You watched as he inserted two into you slowly and roll his beautiful eyes.
“Fuck, so tight. But so wet. Did I do that?”
You shuddered and nodded, closing your eyes in ecstasy at the sensations.
“Eyes, here.”
He commanded you and you obeyed as you watched him dip his head and almost his entire face except for his eyes and forehead into your pussy. He held your gaze as you reached down and grabbed his hair. He licked you up and down, stopping at your clit to suck every so often. You started squirming, and although he spoke it into your pussy, you clearly knew that he was saying, “Stay still.” You shuddered on his tongue and closed your eyes, trying to not cum again so soon.
Suddenly, you felt air and received a stinging, yet pleasurable slap against your clit. You yelped, and Steve put his hand on your mouth, which made you even wetter as he slurped you up.
Since you couldn’t move and you couldn’t close your eyes, you just cursed into his hand until you couldn’t take it any more, your eyes rolling back, your pelvis arching into his face, and your thighs clamping around his ears as you came even harder than before.
You must have been out for a few seconds as you felt him wrap his arms around you, snuggling under the covers. You reached behind you for his dick through his sweats and he moved back, out of reach. When you brought your hand back in front of you is when he got close again. You felt his arousal, yet he wasn’t giving you any.
“Just sleep for now. This is going to be a long week indeed.”
His baritone soothed you a bit and you thought better of protesting as you drifted off to sleep.
You woke up a few hours later, alone in the bed. Steve must have regretted what happened.
Great.
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Dream SMP Members Hear You're Receiving Hate
Pronouns: They/Them
Dreamwastaken
Dream will feel like it's slightly his fault
He'll assume people are hating on you because you're friends with him
DNF fans would get mad at you for interacting with Dream too much
He would constantly apologize to you over it
Dream would tweet about how he wasn't okay with you receiving hate
"I've seen a lot of hate thrown in @Y/n's direction because them and I are friends. Please don't threaten my friends, I'm allowed to interact with people besides George."
He'd get George to tweet out about it
Dream wouldn't address you as his partner because he didn't want people to send you more hate
And he liked having your relationship be private
Georgenotfound
George would avoid Twitter
He'd wait for you to bring it up first
Because he didn't want to be the one to ruin your mood
Immediately he's comforting you and apologizing for the fanbase
He'll spend a long time just cuddling with you as a way to say sorry
You'd have to ask him to say something to the fans
So George would do the same as Dream; turn to Twitter
"Guys, can e not send Y/n hate? They're my partner, how about we treat them with a little more respect and kindness? Thank you :)"
Sap Nap
I've said it before and I'll say it again; THIS MAN WILL FIGHT FOR YOU
As soon as he finds out you're getting hated on, he's gonna defend you
He doesn't even have to address it with you
He would be in the middle of streaming when he found out
A dono would've told him to check Twitter
he'd pause Minecraft to check
And instead of tweeting, he'd say it live
"Guys, this is not okay. Y/n's really important to me, don't send them hate. That's not cool."
When he's done streaming, he's turning to you
Just so he can love on you and spend quality time with you after how toxic your day was
C! Technoblade
He definitely has a soft spot for you
So when he finds out rumors are being spread about you, he's going to track down whoever started the rumors
This man will AVENGE you
After getting his hands dirty, he'll come and find you
techno would remind you how important you are to him
He'd remind you all those rumors were false and pathetic
Wilbur Soot
Just like Sap Nap, he'd receive a donation about it while streaming
Wilbur wouldn't open Twitter over it
Afterall he hates Twitter
He'd just flat out say it
"Don't send Y/n hate. They didn't do anything. Don't make our fandom toxic by sending hate. The worst part about Y/n getting hate is that I know they're only receiving gate for dating me. Don't send my partner hate."
Wilbur would keep mentioning you every now and then, talking about how amazing you are
Quackity
Alex would also address it during a stream
He'd be very brief about it
"I've seen Y/n receiving hate recently, stop it. Don't do it, Y/n is very cool, we like Y/n. Leave them alone."
He'd get very serious for a moment while talking about it
As soon as he's done, he's back to his normal goofy self
You'd be watching his stream when he talked about it
You'd text him while he was streaming
'Thanks for addressing it, Alex. It means a lot, it was starting to become too much.'
'Anything for you, mi amor.'
Karl Jacobs
Karl would get so sad over seeing you getting hated on
He'd try to make it up to you for being hated on
In other words, old cartoon network cartoons and icecream
This man would do whatever he could to keep you from being sad
Eventually, he'd realize he should talk about the hate and tell the fandom to knock it off
He'd talk about it in an IG story
"I noticed a lot of people have been sending hate towards my partner Y/n, can you please stop? They're very important to me and I love them a lot. Thanks!"
Karl would then proceed to make an Instagram post with all his favorite photos + videos of you and him together.
He'd caption the post ‘I love you'
Nihachu
You'd be getting hate because of toxic stands wanting Wilbur and Niki to date
Niki's blood would boil after hearing about it
She would address the hate on stream
She'd be very serious about it
She'd also get VERY angry as she talked about it
"I don't want to see any more hate directed towards Y/n. They're a human being, they deserve to be treated with kindness.”
The chat would spam apologizes and say they love Niki
"Don't just love me, love Y/n. They're amazing."
Awesamdude
Sam would get really sad over finding out his fans were sending you hate
he'd be really disappointed in them
He would talk about it while streaming
As soon as the stream has started, he'd briefly cover the topic.
"Before we start with Minecraft, I want to talk about something. Recently I found out Y/n has been receiving hate from my fanbase. I'm honestly really upset over this because I expected my fans to act better than this. Y/n is great, alright? Stop sending them hate messages."
Bad Boy Halo
BBH would find out about the hate midstream
He'd receive a dono asking for his opinion about it
"What? Y/n's getting hate? Why are people sending them hate?"
Another dono would explain people are threatening you because you're dating BBH
“Oh no... Guys knock it off. Both me and Y/n are adults and we love each other. You need to resect them."
As soon as he's finished streaming, he's spending the rest of the day/night with you just showering you in love and affection
Punz
Punz would also address your hate during a stream
He'd bring it up himself
And he'd be really aggressive over it
It just pissed him off so bad
"Also, I noticed on social media recently that my partner Y/n has been receiving some hate, knock that shit off. They're amazing, I don't know what shit you're on to hate, Y/n."
He'd spend a good 15 minutes hyping you up on stream (even though you weren't there)
Chat would hype you up too
(We all know anyone from Punz's chat DID NOT send you hate)
(Punz's chat loves you too much to hate on you)
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the lov beach episode hori's too scared to give us
Movie/Game/Show: My Hero Academia
Dynamic: League of Villains/Reader (Platonic)
Warnings: uhh idk actually, dabi's kinda horny ig, i don't usually include this as a warning but swearing (there's quite a bit of it), feminine pronouns
Summary: this is just 1860 words of me shutting my eyes, plugging my ears and ignoring the current state of the manga (: (beach episode type beat)
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Pulling the large sun hat tighter on her head, (Y/n) looks over as her leader strolls up to the van Spinner had stolen earlier in the day. She quirks a brow at the man, putting a gentle hand over his handheld and pushing it down when he doesn’t notice her, “That’s what you’re wearing?”
Tomura huffs and steps back, narrowed eyes focusing on his black jeans and hoodie, “What’s it to you?”
“You’re wearing a hoodie in this heat, first of all, and also - it says ‘12 year old in gaming mode’, you’re asking to get bullied.”
“Yeah, well,” he grumbles as he tries to find an insult for the woman before resigning himself to mumble out a, “you look like you raided a college chick’s closet” while returning to his game.
“I think she looks great!” Twice piped up from inside the large van before yelling once again, “Absolutely hideous!”
Dabi nodded slightly from his window seat, pulling the strings of his hood so as few inches of his face as possible were showing, “I agree with him.”
“Which part?” (Y/n) crossed her arms, shooting the man a glare.
“Yep.”
“Dickface,” she hissed, reaching up to swat at Dabi’s arm through the rolled down window before turning to climb into the van, “A dickface who is also wearing a black hoodie in this heat. You two are actual nutjobs.”
“Van’s got AC,” Dabi shrugged off her concerns, still not even looking her way as she settled into the seat between him and Twice, “Didn’t know you cared so much, doll. Pretty sweet of you.”
“If you pass out from a heat stroke, I’m not the one taking you to the hospital,” she leaned over into the midrow seats of the van to glare at Tomura as he sat down, “That goes for you, too.”
“I’m not the one with a fire Quirk.”
“Just get Himiko some blood and she’ll take ‘em in all disguised! Let them die!” Twice pitched in with his own ideas, earning a shoulder pat from the woman.
“Good ideas, big guy, I like them.”
“Rude ass,” Dabi kicks at (Y/n)’s leg.
“I’m your boss, if you let me die you’re fucked.”
“Nobody’s dying on this trip, what the fuck are you guys talking about?” Spinner already appeared exasperated with the group and he’d barely been in the car for a second.
Compress got into the passenger seat as Spinner buckled into the driver’s side, he looked around before noticing an absence, “Where’s Toga?”
Suddenly, the door to Tomura’s seat is lugged open with a force, an overly excited blond teenager jumping over her boss and into the open seat beside him.
“You could’ve just gotten in on the other side,” Tomura clenches a fist to keep himself from slapping Himiko’s arm and causing a deathly accident.
“I didn’t know which side you were sitting on, so I just guessed!” Himiko giggles as Spinner starts the car.
“Asshole,” Tomura shakes his head, “This trip is pointless.”
“Kurogiri wants us to bond and stop fighting all the time,” Compress cuts in, “That’s why I’m in charge.”
“We’re adults- " (Y/n) interrupts herself, “Dabi, roll up the window, we’re pulling out of the safe zone.”
Dabi merely keeps his eyes closed behind his sunglasses and presses his head back against the neck rest of his seat.
“Roll up the window.”
“God, these winds are fuckin’ noisy, huh?”
“I hear ya, man!” Twice shouts before shaking his head, “Dabi, be nice to (Y/n). She’s your elder.”
“By a fucking year! Man, fuck you, Dabi,” the woman reaches over and presses the button to roll up the window herself, “Motion sickness or not, you don’t get to be a douche.”
“It’s actually exactly what it means, doll. Sorry to burst your bubble.”
“Stop calling me doll.”
“Ugh,” he grins at his own upcoming remark, “the princess makes a harsh demand.”
“I’m this close,” she pats his chest to make sure he opens his eyes before holding her index finger and thumb nearly pinched together in front of his face, “to beating your ass.”
“Here,” he reaches up and takes her fingers and clenches them together, “now you have to. As soon as we get to the beach, you have to fight me or else you’re a coward and a liar.”
(Y/n) grits her teeth and snaps her eyes shut, “I’m gonna lose it,” she leans into Twice’s side and looks up at him, smiling at the slightest hint of a concerned look behind his mask, “How’ve you been, big guy?”
“Perfectly fine!” he shakes his head before whispering, “I didn’t piss before we left and now I regret it.”
“Aw, want Spinner to pull over?”
“I think he’ll crash the car if I ask.”
“He’d be killing himself too, so I don’t think he’d be too cool with that.”
Twice quiets down as he notices the woman’s eyes beginning to flutter shut with drowsiness. Then, a sense of guilt beats at him as he sees the serene expression crossing his friend’s face. So calm and sweet - he truly adored his friend, and he wanted to do right by her. So, leaning down, he murmurs, “Sorry for calling you old.”
(Y/n)’s eyes dart open and immediately find Twice, she raises a brow at the man and shakes her head as her eyes slowly begin closing again, “I… it’s fine, dude, don’t worry about it.”
Dabi, as usual, is quick to jump into a conversation that was never his, “Old lady tempers, gotta be careful around them.”
“I swear to fucking God, Dabi!”
“What? What do you swear?”
“Shut the hell up!” Spinner snapped at children in the back seat, “You’re distracting me, loud asses.”
“Dabi started it!”
“I’m ending it!”
“Stop yelling,” Tomura commanded the group, carefully stuffing his handheld into his large front hoodie pocket and resting his head back, “I’m going to sleep and if I get woken up, I’ll kill you all.”
None of them believed him - not at all - but out of an odd respect for their leader’s need for rest, they stayed relatively silent as he slept. Murmurs and whispers being the loudest volume of their voices as Tomura snoozed in the van.
Eventually, Spinner came to the reserved spot on the beach that Kurogiri definitely didn’t hire people to kill civilians over. Himiko leaned over and gently shook Tomura awake as Compress popped the trunk to the van. (Y/n) shifted toward Dabi to ensure he was also awake and starting to feel less queasy before getting out of the middle seat so he and Twice could exit.
“Alright, there’s changing rooms…” Compress trailed off, looking around before sighing, “Nowhere in sight.”
“I’m already fine,” (Y/n) waved off, grabbing towels and an umbrella from Spinner, “You guys can take turns changing in the van while I set shit up.”
“I call first!” Himiko cheered, excitedly bouncing back into the van as the men all walked off to provide the teenager the privacy and distance she needed.
(Y/n) did as she’d said and began laying down towels and propping up parasols in the sand to provide shade. As more and more of her friends collected themselves along the beach, she spotted her almighty leader once again making a fashion mistake.
Bright, neon green and orange striped swim trunks hung over his hips and he didn’t avoid the woman’s stare. She purses her lips, “Who the hell goes clothes shopping for you? They shouldn’t be making executive decisions like this.”
Tomura shrugs, “I don’t know.”
“What do you mean you don’t know?! Shigaraki, you have to be fucking with me.”
“I’m not,” he sits down on a towel under the parasol’s shade and returns to his gaming, “It’s probably Kurogiri but it isn’t like I ask him.”
“Holy shit. You’re an actual man-child.”
“Oh no, what gave me away?” he sarcastically whines, rolling his eyes at her.
“You being shameless about it is slightly worse…”
“(Y/n)!” Himiko cheerily calls, “Come join me in volleyball!”
“Is Twice playing?”
The blond looks over to the man in question and nods in approval.
“Are Quirks allowed?”
Another nod.
(Y/n) pats Compress’ shoulder, “I’ll let you take this game.”
Dabi comes up from behind while Spinner serves the ball on the beach, he’s removed his hoodie and now only rests in loose shorts that come to his knees and a white shirt. He scratches the back of his head in an uncharacteristically unnerved manner, “Not swimmin’?”
He earns a small shrug in response from the woman, “I’m not all too committed to the idea. At least not now.”
Nodding slowly, Dabi sits down at the edge of the towel unoccupied by Tomura and begins pulling at the fraying threads.
Sighing to herself, (Y/n) is slightly ashamed at how easily her heart softens upon noticing how uncomfortable Dabi seems. He doesn’t usually show as much skin as he is - which isn’t much - and he doesn’t usually throw himself into events where he’d be forced to interact with the others. He feels naked on the beach and he’d rather be dead than continue to suffer this embarrassment. And so, a body comes down onto the towel with his.
“Want company, misery?”
“Baking to death in the sun couldn’t get worse, even if it’s with you,” Dabi leaned back to rest against the woman’s legs.
“Wow,” (Y/n) fauxly gasped, sarcasm ripe in her words, “You being sweet? I never thought I’d never see the day.”
“Right? Thought I’d be dead by now,” his head tips back even more to lay it’s full weight on her legs, “You’re comfortable to rest on, old lady.”
“I’m gonna beat the shit out of you.”
“You still owe him an ass-beating from the car ride,” Tomura jumped in, a snarky smile on his lips as he spoke.
“I’m starting to think you won’t actually beat my ass,” Dabi grins smugly, “Like me too much.”
“I would destroy you in a fight, Dabi.”
“Hm, well, until you stop being a pussy and actually fight me, doesn’t sound like that’s the truth.”
“I swear to- " (Y/n) loudly huffs and cuts herself off before groaning, Dabi- "
“I’m no God,” Dabi paused to wink like the cheap bastard he is, “Unless you want me to be.”
Before the woman can respond, there’s a “heads up!” shouted by Himiko and a volleyball is hurtling towards the arguing duo. Tomura immediately leans over, not quite paying attention and sticks a hand out to block the ball, accidentally decaying it in the process. The leader comes to a stand and tosses up his hands, “What the shit, Toga?”
“Man,” the teenager whined, stomping her foot in the sand, “you destroyed the ball.”
“You almost destroyed (Y/n)’s face!” Tomura's voice quiets and softens to avoid upsetting the young girl over a mistake, “There’s probably another ball in the trunk.”
“I said ‘heads up’,” Himiko rolled her eyes, sending Twice off to find the spare volleyball in question.
(Y/n) rolled her eyes, “Oh, so all better, then?”
“Exactly!”
“No! That’s not how that works, Toga!”
Dabi snickered at the back-and-forth before giving a mock dreamy sigh, “Ahh, the sound of Kurogiri’s bonding plan working perfectly.”
#lov x reader#lov x you#bnha x reader#bnha x reader platonic#lov x reader platonic#shigaraki x reader#dabi x you#dabi x reader#twice x reader#jin bubaigawara x reader#himiko toga x you#himiko toga x reader#spinner x reader#tomura x reader#touya x reader
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Hey can I pls request an Asahi x reader where We agree to go to our house as a casual hang out after practice but what he doesn’t expect to see in our room is this creepy looking plush(appearance up to interpretation) that’s turns out to be yn’s childhood toy that they adore very much.
So like the whole fic would be Asahi’s internal struggle to either leave his crush’s house or stay with the terrifyingly petrifying abomination that yn has no problem hugging and kissing.Hed try to stay strong and continue talking to us but at times he would take bathroom breaks so he could build up his courage again lmao.
Maybe our mom would notice the amount of bathroom breaks Asahi would take and idk make some assumptions 🤨(she could become important if you decide making her ask Asahi what’s wrong and the whole silly conflict would be resolved by her telling us to bring the toy to another room so poor Asahi doesn’t have to be petrified)
Anyways thank you!💕
Rico
Warnings - Asahi being afraid of your bear :(
Note: Sorry I didn't get this out yesterday oml. This was one of my favourite requests so there's no way I could let this sit in the ask box any longer. The gif has noya in it cause why not and I couldn't find any other ones that fit ig :'). Little thing about the bear, I tried to describe it in a way that makes it seem like it looked cute as some point in time, so let me know if that was good <3
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'Oh my god, did it just move?'
There really wasn't a good way to describe Asahi's predicament right now. Seated curtly on the floor of your room, while you were talking about something and pulling a video up to show him on your laptop.
There shouldn't be a problem here. In fact, Asahi should be nervous for completely different reasons. He honestly wasn't even sure how he got here in the first place.
~~~
"Azumane!"
Asahi turns at the sound of your voice, his face heating up as he spots you sprinting towards him. He slows to a walk to allow you to catch up, growing increasingly more fidgety. Why were you you approaching him? You don't talk to him too much outside of practice or class, so why were you running towards him with such a bright smile?
Then a horrible thought struck him. Did you find out? Were you going to make fun of him? You, the most beautiful, handsome, gorgeous boy he'd ever met? No no no, that couldn't be the case right? Somehow the smile on your face looked more sinister to him.
He was still worrying when you took up a place at his side. "I was wondering," you huffed, "if you wanted to hang out?"
His eyes widened, nerves fading quickly. "Sure! I- sure." He stammered out. He really had a habit of making something out of nothing, didn't he.
~~~
Oh yeah, that's how.
On any note, he should be nervous because he's sitting in his crushes bedroom. Not because of the absolutely terrifying bear seated in your lap.
There really isn't any other way to describe it accurately.
It looked like a normal bear from the back, the matted patches of fur and occasional stitches being normal for any childhood toy. You had walked in after him and saw him staring at the bear, so you had picked it up and showed him the front, beaming.
"Meet Rico!"
What was he even supposed to think? The bear had a little animal skull where it's face should be. The matted fur was a reoccurring thing, but in the front there were little patches of leather that looked dangerously like human skin sewed in to keep the bear from falling apart at the seams. There were little red threads sticking up in random spots, and Asahi was 100% sure there was an all too realistic eye in one of the skull sockets.
When he asked you about it in the most non-threatening, meek voice ever, you said that his other eye fell out a while back, and the leather actually did very well with not ripping or tearing. You also explained that your uncle helped you patch Rico up before he passed away, as he was good with leather.
So, here he was in the present. You were talking happily about something that interested you, sitting cross-legged with Rico on your lap. It was everything he had hoped for, but for some reason Asahi just couldn't focus on your angelic voice. Well, he knew the reason full well. He seriously thinks Rico was watching him. It felt like his weirdly realistic eye was glancing at him no matter where he moved, and oh god did its leg just twitch?
"... ahi... asahi... Azumane?"
He jumped and tore his attention off of the bear, instead opting to meet your (e/c) eyes. "You were spacing out, are you okay?" You asked with a warm smile.
"I- uh- yes! ...Could I ask where the bathroom is?"
~~~
Really it's pathetic. This is the fourth time he's gone to the bathroom in an hour, and he was sure you were starting to notice. He can't even think of any reason to defend himself, aside from the fact that the longer he stayed by the bear, the heavier the tension fell on him.
Taking a deep breath and meeting his own eyes in the mirror, he steeled himself to head back to your room. What's the worst that could happen right? At the very least, the bear wouldn't decide to off him while you were in the room.
Asahi, now determined and ready, opened the door and prepared to head back down the hall to your room when he was stopped by a woman's voice.
"Oh! You're (y/n)'s friend, right?" He stopped, turning around slowly, only to relax when his eyes landed on a friendly looking woman. She held a smile clad with a bit of concern.
"Yes! I- yes, that's me," he quieted down, bringing a large hand up to scratch the back of his neck. There truly was nothing more awkward than meeting your crushes mother. Alone.
She smiled a closed eyed smile at him, before opening her mouth to speak once more. "I can't help but notice that you've been taking quite a few breaks?" She was clearly trying to ask him about it in the most non-confrontational way possible, like approaching a scared animal.
And she was starting to get a little suspicious. More often than not has she spotted Asahi making a run towards your bathroom with a red face, and she at least wants to know what his relationship with you is before assuming anything crude.
"Well- I- Can you keep a secret?" He blurts out in defeat. She nods. "His bear- Rico- kind of scares me." The deflated aura around him was almost funny. In Asahi's mind, that bear was definitely not normal. After all, you mentioned that your uncle patched it up before passing away. As stupid as it was, he swears that bear is haunted.
Before anyone else could say anything, you chuckled from Asahi's back. "That's all? I really thought you hated me!" You laughed, Rico under your arm. He turned bright red and your mother chuckled.
"Well," she said, "How about we move Rico to another room so that our guest doesn't get too scared." She smiled softly. You nodded with a grin, and took off to set Rico down somewhere else.
Once you were out of earshot, your mom turned to Asahi.
"I always thought that bear was creepy too."
~~~
In the end, Asahi supposes, that awkward little encounter was worth it. You had your head on his lap, going on about something that you learned about earlier in the day. Maybe he was still a bit afraid of your weird childhood toy, but it kind of did help him get a boyfriend.
While his adoring eyes were on you, he failed to notice Rico's arm shifting, his little sewn mouth turning up to smile just a bit wider.
#m!reader#hq x male reader#anime x male reader#male reader#x male reader#haikyuu x male reader#asahi x male reader#asahi azumane x male reader
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August
WC: <4100
Mentions: Sexual innuendos, cursing, slut-shaming, Affairs/Adultery, Lying, Deceit
A/N: It’s an AU, basically where James and Lily don’t end up together, and the War ends before they graduate. Snape and Peter don’t become death eaters IG but that doesn’t really matter later on. Unedited, but it’s the last day of August so I gotta get it in NOW.
Pairings: James Potter x Reader, James Potter x Lily Evans, (future) Lily Evans x Reader
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Y/N
*
Salt air
*
You and your boyfriend of two months are sitting on the shoreline of the shared beach near your houses. You’ve lived in the same neighbourhood for as long as you can remember, but never really noticed each other until your formative years. And the chemistry was undeniable, which is what led you to that precise moment.
“Hey, James… What do you think is going to happen when we go away for school?” you ask meekly.
Being a Beauxbaton student is as luxurious as it sounds. You never have to put up with brutish and grotesque boys in pissing contests, and while there may be catty classmates, there’s no fighting over boys. No heartbreak. No major drama.
That being said, that didn’t mean that none of you had boyfriends. You all had your fair share of suitors from Durmstrang or Hogwarts or some other school in the country. And yours was James Potter.
He is the epitome of a perfect boyfriend. He remembers small dates, like the exact day your cat died, and knows exactly what you need.
You don’t think you’ve loved anyone as much as you’ve loved him.
And that’s precisely why you’re so afraid to lose him.
You knew that the long distance between you would be difficult. What started as a summer fling quickly became something more, and James changed from a friend who could make you laugh your guts out to the boy that makes your heart sing.
He has his arms wrapped around you like a comforting blanket, and you know exactly what he’s thinking. The distance isn’t going to change my love for you.
But he doesn’t realize that it’ll change the amount he can express. And that’s going to be frustrating. You’ve only been together for a little while. So how would this even work?
“We just have to trust each other, darling. I love you, and you love me. That’s all that matters.”
“But James-”
“No buts,” he states stoically. “Nothing is going to change this. You just need to trust me, trust that this is going to work.”
James
*
And the rust on your door
*
He had told you exactly what he meant. That he loved you, and that you could trust him. He knew that he loved you, and that love had taken root in the deepest part of his heart. So when he opened the door to Sirius, Remus, and Peter’s room, since he would not be staying here this year, he not only felt excitement for the new year but sheer happiness at the fact that he had found someone who loved him as unconditionally as he loved her. He did feel some remorse that he wouldn’t be staying with his gaggle of mates though.
“Mate, what’s that grin on your face for? Haven’t gotten in any trouble without us, have you?”
Apparently, James’ inner monologue reflected on his face because all his friends were made aware of the grin on his face.
“No, I just…”
He’d managed to keep the relationship a secret from Sirius that summer because you didn’t want the already confusing relationship to be found out by the Wizarding World. For reporters to make it more convoluted and twisted than it actually was.
“I’m just glad to be back,” he says, deciding he needs to discuss with you if he could tell his friends about your relationship just yet.
*
I never needed anything more
*
When he saw Lily in classes the next day, a pang swam through his chest. He didn’t see her yesterday on the train. He wasn’t focusing on that. But now he was. He noticed that her red hair had been cut short to her shoulders and that she appeared much more confident. Her school blouse had the first two buttons popped, showing just the slightest bit of rosy cleavage.
No.
He had promised you that you could trust him, and you could. He knew you could. He was going to be the man that you deserved. Lily was in the past. Lily was a speed bump on his path to finding true love with you.
But why did the way he felt about Lily now feel as strongly as it did before?
And it didn’t help any when she waltzed up to his desk and straightened her arms right in front of his face, pushing out her chest, and making his lust and sexual drive soar. He was sure it was evident. That he’d broken out in a sweat, but he attempted to play it off as cool as an Autumn day.
“Hello James,” she greeted. “How was your summer?”
He gulped. In front of his eyes was a woman, the woman that he had wanted so desperately. He didn’t know her intentions, but he knew his thoughts. And if you could see his thoughts, could hear them… he knew you wouldn’t be pleased. He knew you’d realize that you’d been right in not trusting him. “Summer was fine, Lily-flower. And you? Hang around with Snivelly, any?”
“No, we haven’t talked since the end of last year. But I’m thinking that this is more room for opportunity, to make new friends, see the light, you know?” she grinned and it lit up his heart.
“So, I was talking to Remus, and he told me that I should give you a chance to be one of those new friends,” but the way she said friends implied something more. “And at first, I objected, and then I realized, I never really gave you much light in my eyes. Do you think you could change that, Jamesie?”
And fuck, if that didn’t make his heart race a little.
Lily
*
Whispers of "Are you sure?"
*
Lily and James were kissing passionately and furiously as they stumbled into her bedroom. Since becoming head girl, she had gotten her own dorm room. James had also gotten one, but Lily didn’t want to see how messy that room was.
She moved her hands from in between their two bodies and picked up her wand to cast several different nonverbal charms.
When she was done, she pushed James down onto the bed and began tearing off her clothes. And then his. When she was done and they were lying beside each other he muttered a final “are you sure?” to her, and she nodded. He kissed her with ferocious passion until the kiss became something more.
This happened again, again, again.
*
"Never have I ever before"
*
When James left Lily’s room for the fourth time that month, she pressed two fingers to her lips in reaction to his goodbye kiss.
“I’ve never felt this way about James. About anyone,” she thought.
He made her feel alive, he made her grin, he made her giggle, and he made her heart flutter when he was around her. Of course, she knew this when she approached him. She just didn’t think it would escalate to this level so soon.
She wants to shout to the world the way she feels about him, the way he makes her feel. How he can take her breath away and make her feel like the most important and most special girl on the planet.
Like she was made just and entirely for him, and that the same applied for him to her.
She couldn’t stop her wild dreams, the ones of vivid love and passion, the ones where he would kiss her, take her hand, and profess his love in grand displays. Where he’d fight for her and never leave her.
Fantasy and delusion never left her mind when it came to him.
*
Your back beneath the sun
*
He and she both lie underneath the sun, soaking up its rays, sharing its warmth, staring at the clouds trying to make out certain shapes.
It was a sunny December day, which was rare, so they were getting as much out of it as they could.
“James, we should study,” she lightly approached the devastating topic. “It’s not like I really want to, but what kind of example are we setting as head boy and girl?”
“Well, If we go back up to our dorms, nobody will know if we’re studying or doing something else,” he said with a wriggle of eyebrows.
“No, James!” she laughs, and he joins her. His pearly teeth both ensnaring her mind and rendering her unable to focus on anything but him.
“When’s the next Hogsmeade trip?” he asked casually while he laid back down with his head facing the sky.
“Most likely before the holidays.”
She saw his face contort when she mentioned the Christmas break.
“James, what’s wrong?”
“It’s nothing, I’m just thinking about… the war.” His face was pale, and his face sour.
“I’m thinking of joining the order after I graduate, but it’s still scary, you know. I’m worried about my mum and dad.”
“Your parents are going to be fine, James,” she assured him, but she knew he would be fully relieved until the war was over and all death eaters were locked up.
*
Wishin' I could write my name on it
*
She was sitting with Remus in the library when he brought up James. Let the record show that he brought up James, not her.
“So, how is everything going with James?”
She sighed lightly. “It’s magic, Remus. Pun intended.”
He chuckled. “I’m glad you feel that way, Lily. Really, he’s a good guy once you get past that facade he puts on. I knew you’d like him.”
“Yes,” she says faintly. Doubts flood her head about his own feelings.
“What’s wrong, Lily?”
Her eyes turn down to her paper before reaching up again to meet his. “It’s silly, but… sometimes I wonder if he truly feels the same. I mean, most people don’t harbour feelings for one person for this long. What if all along it was just lust, and he’ll cast me away now that he’s satisfied that urge.”
“Lily, I promise you, James has had eyes for no one but you for many years. I highly doubt that it was lust, James isn’t like that.”
“You know,” she smiled. “You’re right. I just wish this didn’t have to be kept so hush-hush. The amount of girls I see fawning over him is grotesque.”
“So then ask him,” he pushed.
She took that as a challenge. “Alright. I will!”
*
The next time Lily saw James, they immediately rolled into bed and did what lovers do. But after that is when she posed the question.
“James, would we- will we ever be able to make this public?” she asked in a stern voice.
She saw thoughts swimming in his head for a moment.
“Lily,” he rolled onto his side. “We- I… This needs to be a secret for now. I mean, we are waist-deep into this war, and with my plans to go into the order, I can’t risk anyone coming after you.”
His logic made sense to her, and the wizarding world would get too caught up with the son of a prestigious wizard family being with a muggle-born in the middle of all of this.
He was right, she just had to swallow her jealousy for now.
*
Will you call when you’re back at school
*
The next week, there was a Hogsmeade trip, and despite them staying near the Marauders, really, it was a date for James and Lily. Or at least that’s what it felt like. An unofficial date.
They bought each other gifts to open over the holidays, kissed discreetly under mistletoes, and held hands while walking through the village.
When they went to get butterbeer for the rest of the group, there was a long but comfortable silence for a while.
“So what are you doing for the holidays?”
“Just going back home, maybe making some treats with my mum,” he said casually. “What about you?”
“Same as you, I guess. I’ll miss you, though.”
“I’ll miss you too.”
She tapped her foot absentmindedly as they waited. “What if I came with you?”
“What?” Panic flooded his face. “No, you couldn’t come with me, I’m afraid. My house is an Order safe place. If a death eater found it, you could be in danger.”
“You’re in danger just being there.”
“And you’re in danger by just breathing, Lily! That would be a double danger. I’m not risking that.”
She cringed at her sudden need to be close to him. “Right, sorry. It was a silly idea. A mindless thought.”
His face softened when he saw her embarrassment. “I’d love to bring you home, Lily, but it’s not safe.” But by now she could tell that he was lying, there was something more.
*
I remember thinkin' I had you
*
On the train back from London going to Hogwarts, Lily sat with Marlene and Dorcas, she hadn't seen them quite as much as she would’ve wanted since the school year started, and now was the perfect opportunity.
Lily felt remorse and guilt for not telling her friends about such a crucial part of her life, her relationship with James Potter, and truly she wanted to, but what if they judged her? And Marlene has had a reputation for having a loudmouth. What if she said something and word got out?
They conversed in idle gossip before an interesting topic was brought up. One that left Lily infuriated, and ready to murder a smug bastard.
“Have you heard about Potter and that Beauxbaton girl?”
Her eyes raised in curiosity and scorn. “What Beauxbaton girl?”
Dorcas revealed as much as she knew about you to Lily, your name, family, status in the Wizarding World. By the time she was done, Lily was struck with disbelief.
“And you’re sure they were kissing?” she said in response to Marlene’s information about the article in the Daily Prophet with a picture of them kissing.
“Yes!” she exclaimed.
“I have the article right here,” Dorcas mentioned.
“Way to bury the lead.”
“Oh shush,” she said and handed Lily the newspaper out of her bag.
She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. The man she had been with for the past four months was kissing another woman. With Tongue.
“Well, that’s fantastic for him,” she said sourly. “He must feel so proud to have gotten a pretty girlfriend after pining after me for so long. I wonder how long it’ll be before he tries pining after me again,”
“Who knows, maybe it is serious,” Dorcas proposed.
Lily growled. “I don’t think it’s that serious if he’s sleeping with another woman.”
Marlene’s eyes widened. “You don’t mean-”
“Excuse me, I’ll be right back,” she said before exiting the cabin of the train and heading to find James Potter.
“So,” she said when she reached his compartment. “How long have you been seeing her?”
James looked shocked to see her. “Lily, I can explain.”
“Can you? Please explain then. Is this why I couldn’t come with you? Why you had to keep us a secret James? For Godric’s sake, how long have you been seeing her?”
He gulped. “Since the summer.” Even Sirius looked shocked.
“I lived in your house, and you didn’t tell me, mate?”
“Not the time,” Peter chastised.
“Are you serious James? You spouted all of that you love me bullshit when you were with someone else?” Her eyes radiated anger. It was like staring into the mouth of an actively-fire-breathing dragon. “Does she know about me?”
“No, she doesn’t,” he admitted.
Lily said one more sentence before stalking away. “Well, you better tell her, or I will.”
*
But I can see us lost in the memory
*
Lily had no intention of telling you anything. She didn’t even know you. How would she send an owl to a total stranger and tell them that their boyfriend has been cheating on them with herself?
Lily never set out to be a homewrecker. But she didn’t even know she was wrecking a home, to begin with.
This was James’ fault, and he was going to own up to it.
Besides, It deserved to come from him. Lily knew how she felt about being told that she was the other woman from some outside source, and she didn’t want to do that to anyone at all.
But not even the sting of betrayal could mask the ever-flowing sadness that emanated from Lily. She truly believed he was in love. And maybe he was. Just not with her. And that was okay, but she didn’t deserve what she was put through.
Still, that doesn’t stop the fact that she, herself, was in love with him, and how is she supposed to ever get over that betrayal.
*
August slipped away into a moment in time- 'Cause it was never mine
*
Within the next few months, Lily had fallen into a rut. Her grades began slipping, her mood and cheeriness faltered. Even though the Wizarding World War had recently been won, with death-eaters being locked away, that didn’t change her mood, because she wasn’t in the mood to celebrate, to begin with. Her friends noticed her down-in-the-dumps aura, and despite knowing the cause, and how it wasn’t their fault, they couldn’t help but want to help her, to fix her.
But no one could repair the damage that James Potter caused to Lily but Lily herself. And that started with making amends.
“I have to send a follow-up letter to that girl. So I’ll ask you. Have you told her yet?” She cornered James in the library because, despite Head Boy and Head Girl duties, they didn’t see each other much. After all, he was avoiding her as much as she was avoiding him.
He gulped, “I haven’t. Lily, I can’t tell her. It would kill her, she was so worried about the distance and when she saw me at Christmas break, she was so happy. I don’t want to ruin that.”
“You should’ve thought about that before you started an affair with me, James. An affair I didn’t agree to. I didn’t want to be anybody's mistress. And she deserves to know, and I am going to send her a letter. Today! So if you don’t tell her, she will find out from me. I’ve given you months.”
“Lily, don’t do this. Please. I can’t tell her over an owl. It has to be in person.”
She faltered. He was right. His heart may have been in the wrong place, but his head is in the right one. Doing that, telling you over an owl could have devastating consequences. It was a discussion that had to be had in person.
“Easter Break. That is your chance, James Potter. After that, If you don’t I will.”
She turned on her heel and was about to leave the library when he grabbed her arm and pulled her back.
“Lily, you have to understand, I never meant to hurt you,” he said. “I have fancied you for so long, and when you finally reciprocated this year, I didn’t want to pass up that chance. I was wrong. You are so amazing, and I shouldn’t have done what I did, but please believe this. You deserve so much, and I couldn’t and could never give that to you, but when I did this, I never meant to hurt anyone. I didn’t think it would go this far.”
She scoffed. “Well, it did, James. You hurt me. You betrayed me, and you betrayed her. Neither of us deserved that, no matter what.”
*
And I can see us twisted in bedsheets
*
Guilt twisted in her stomach every time she thought of you. Jealousy was surely a stage at first, everything about you had her enchanted, your hair, your eyes, your glowing skin. She was enthralled, and she could see why James was too.
And then she remembered his nights in her dorm, on her bed. Tossing and turning with her, his lips on her mouth, and she didn’t feel envy. She felt regret and culpability. If she had pressed James harder about whether his feelings really were the same as before, if he’d really wanted to do this, maybe he wouldn’t have done it.
And then she wouldn’t be in this position, and you wouldn’t be about to come crash-landing on impact with this heavy, and taboo truth.
But this wasn’t about her, Lily realized. This was about you. And how you were going to feel once James told you what happened when the train meets the station, and that is all Lily can think of as she sits on her bed, staring out of her window. When her owl knocks on the window to deliver her mail, the headline of the Daily Prophet is what catches her eye. “The Prodigal son in an affair with a Muggleborn witch!” It goes on and on about how a secret inside source heard an argument between the two of them in the Hogwarts library.
There is no doubt that you have seen this, and James didn’t get to tell you. Lily didn’t get to apologize to you. This just got a whole lot worse, and Lily didn’t know how she was going to deal with the sudden turn of events.
James is the villain here, she reminded herself. James is in the wrong, but she knew that she was still an unwitting accomplice. And her gut wrenched as she pondered on that very true fact.
*
August slipped away like a bottle of wine
*
Lily had to get away from the wizarding world, so although she didn’t plan on going home for the Easter holiday, she had to now.
She was being shamed for her insidious relationship with James, by certain people, mostly Snape and his friends, that bastard. Most everyone was supportive, they realized she had no idea about your relationship, but she was still worried about what you’d say to James, but more about what’d you’d say about her.
Had James told you that she didn’t know? That he lied to both of you. Would you be mad at her either way?
Shame pulsed through her body, and she couldn’t imagine what her mother would say when she told her if she ever did.
Though when she got home, her mother instantly noticed that something was wrong.
Knowing she couldn’t take her mothers knowing stares and hard gaze, she instantly confessed to everything that happened over the semester. Her mother didn’t judge her for having premarital sex as Lily thought she would, but rather comforted her daughter and reassured her. “If James is a half-decent person, he will tell her that you did nothing wrong, and she won’t be mad at you, Lily dear.”
Her mother's reassurance helped, but her rose bush of worry wouldn’t be clear of its thorns until she spoke with you.
*
'Cause you were never mine
*
When the break was over, and Lily was about to board the train station to the red engine that is the Hogwarts Express, someone was waiting for her at the door to the train.
“My train doesn’t arrive until later,” you say plainly. “I wanted to get here earlier though, to speak with you.”
Lily feels like she’s breaking out in hives under your eyes, and it’s not a good feeling.
“James told me about how you didn’t know about me, how you wanted him to tell me sooner, didn’t want me to find out from tabloids like you did.” You smiled at her.
“It really hurt me when I found out. I didn’t want you to feel that way, but you still deserved to know. I’m just sorry you found out like that anyway.”
“James already boarded the train, but I wanted to let you know we’re no longer together if you still wanted to be with him,” you said meekly.
Lily’s eyes grew to the size of saucers. “Godric, no! He’s a git.”
You laughed.
“I know we may not be able to be friends, but maybe it’ll be better if we work through all of this together, all three of us,” Lily proposed.
“Yes, individually, dually, all together, doesn’t matter, it needs to be resolved.”
Lily sighed a breath of relief. “Somehow, I feel lighter.”
“Me too.”
As Lily was about to board the train, you called out to her. “Lily!”
She whipped her head to face you. “We can be friends if you’d like, you know.”
That made Lily smile, and honestly, it made her heart bloom with a vague, but familiar feeling.
#James Potter x reader#James Potter x Lily evans#James Potter imagines#James Potter angst#Lily Evans angst#Mauraders angst#Lily evans fluff#Lily Evans x reader
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Caterpillar
Authors note: This is 1/? of my Fezco series, enjoy!
Pairings: Fezco x Black! Skater!Fem reader
Summary: Reader is a skateboarder who is signed to a crew and Fez likes her and gets upset with how she addresses their ‘situation’.
Warnings: Cursing, possible bad grammar, toronto/jamaican slang, one sided love(slightly) and angst(slight), Credit card(ing/ed) is when you get a board to the crotch (i kind of took influence from the movie skate kitchen for it)
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“What are you yute saying? Are y’all ready for me to take over the Honey Bee ‘Ig’?” You ask, grasping your phone with ring-clad fingers. This moment felt surreal, you being a face for black femme skateboarders. You were signed to a skate crew after years and years of falling and scraping your knees trying to be seen. You were patient. You had to be with the amount of rejection you had received. Every year you reached out to different skating brands in hopes of joining their team but you were only met with radio silence. The silence didn’t stop you it pushed you to learn more to keep moving, you had seen what impatience had done to your mother's dreams and her mother's dreams. Your mother had always wanted to own her restaurant but it never seemed like her time. The banks wouldn’t give her her loan money on time, pregnancy had put a hold of her plan coming into fruition, nobody had operated in an orderly manner and your mother just gave up while she was ahead. You refused to be doomed to follow in her path of quitting, so you pushed and pushed, and here you were enjoying the fruits of your labor. “Ayo Y/n chill with that Instagram shit” Fez mutters, blunt placed between his lips as his eyes look in the rearview mirror to peek at you. Ignoring his words you continue with the live, before reading a multitude of comments. You squint your eyes looking at the small screen of your phone, ‘Who Dat in the back talking🤨’, ‘ Y/n, say swear you got a man?’ standing out to you before you let a loud cackle out. “Y’all gotta chill I’m hanging out with my hb’s. Last time I checked I don’t have a significant other! I’m single till the right person asks me,” you giggle out, running your fingers across your lips. You hadn’t noticed the piercing blue eyes that were peering at you with every word you let out. Though you were oblivious to the longing glances Fezco had shared with you Ashtray, Faye and Rue weren’t. They saw the impact you had on the bearded man, your presence is the difference in how his day would go. You never tried to isolate Fez from his brother and you treated Faye like a close friend when others just pushed her around and dismissed her. And even though Fez wouldn’t admit it, Faye had started to become a sister to him and he greatly appreciated your effort to befriend her. Fez loved your passion, voice, and patience. He had always felt like his life had never extended further than the familiar business he was destined to, seeing you persevere through challenges that would kill others internally. Fez patched up your bruises from time to time, even took you to the emergency room when you got credit carded by your board and started leaking blood. He’d admit to being your biggest fan with the biggest grin making you cover your face with your hands as you told him to stop playing. You were his little caterpillar, you hid behind the challenges thrown at you, growing as you learned to push through and then transitioning into the full beauty you were. It was a cycle of growth and he loved that. Fez grips the leather steering wheel before he boasts in a low voice, “Cut that shit out”. Your face scrunched up at his response, Fez had never been one to dim your light he often was the one shining a bright light on you; you look at the ginger in disbelief for a minute before turning back to your phone, “Your mad for what?” You ask, facing Fez. Your wrist snapping in a confused manner. “Ain’t nobody mad. You doing too much,” Fez mumbled causing your eyes to narrow. Doing too much? Did he just say that shit? “Drop me off,” you said as irritation filled your body. Though your voice was clear Fez kept driving. “Fezco I swear to fucking God if you don’t let me out of this damn car!” You said voice raising with every minute that passed. The comment section went wild, wanting to know what was going on. Fez mumbled out a ‘Nah’ before glancing at the rearview mirror. Your blood pressure raised before the ginger finally pulled over to let you out. Unbuckling yourself, you get up and slam the car door walking to your house. Flipping Fez off.
#black reader#euphoria imagine#euphoria x reader#fezco euphoria#fez x y/n#fezco imagine#skateboarder#afab reader
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The L word
Pairing: Spike x Reader, sort of Spike x Buffy
Warnings: none really, kinda angsty ig??
AN: takes place in 4x09, also I’m in love with spike and proud of it
“Summers what did you do with my boyfriend?” You yell as you make your way to the living room of Giles’s home.
She looks up with an eyebrow raised, clearly un phased by your anger.
“Aren’t you supposed to only come out in the dark?” She asks boredly.
You groan, anger seething through you.
“Slayer, I mean it. Where is he?” You ask again, looking her dead in the eyes.
She sighs, standing up and walking over to you.
“He’s not here. Why would he come over here at all? We all want him dead, remember?” She explains again with a sigh.
“I don’t know! Where is he? I haven’t seen him in days. I thought... I thought maybe he’d come here to take something but I just... I don’t know!” You whine, your bottom lip jutting out in a pout.
“He probably ran off to hunt some sorority girls or something.” She responds with a smirk.
You roll your eyes, looking back at her with daggers of a stare. “You’re cruel, you know that? You think I don’t believe that he’d jump some whores bones behind my back? Or go back to Drusilla in a heartbeat? Not that the two are any different...” You mutter with a bitter tone. “But I do. I fear that every damn day I’m with him but that doesn’t stop me from staying with him always, which brings me back to my initial question: where is he?” You repeat, looking to her desperately.
“I don’t know. I tend not to keep tabs on the non threatening enemies.” She responds.
You huff a sigh, rubbing your eyes tiredly. “Fine I’ll just find him myself.” You mutter, storming out the door and into the warmth of the setting sun.
You walk your way home, laying defeatedly in your bed, patting at the side where Spike would usually be.
After a lot of worrisome hours, you finally fall into a less than peaceful sleep.
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The next day is spent wandering around, hunting for Spike. You’re restless and you know you probably look crazed, wandering around the town of Sunnydale in your sweats and tank top, your hair a frizzy mess and your eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep.
You wander mindlessly towards Buffy and Willow’s dorm, stopping outside as you see her familiar curly head of hair. Your breath hitches as you see the familiar white head of hair suddenly appear next to her, racing across the lawn, not caring in the slightest how he ended up there. Just that he was there was enough.
You notice the conversation the two of them had started since he appeared but don’t care, jumping onto his back, your arms wrapped securely around him as you nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck desperately.
He lets out a grunt in surprise, chuckling a bit as you place a kiss on his cheek, ignoring the rest of whatever crazy conversation he’d started with Buffy.
“Hello pet.” He hums, smirking as he helps you off his back, pulling you into his side.
“I was so worried.” You whisper as he breaths in the scent of your hair.
“I’m fine, I promise.” He responds, nipping at your ear playfully and making you giggle.
Buffy rolls her eyes, moving to push you out of the way. You whimper as she shoves you to the ground, watching as Spike fills with anger, going forward and punching her in the nose, only to cry out in pain and hold his head.
Buffy punches back, making him wince.
“As touching as this moment was, I have business with you.” She growls, grabbing Spike and tying him up easily.
You try to protest but every time she manages to fight you off, threatening to knock you out the next time you tried anything.
You trail after them, not wanting to lose his whereabouts again no matter what it took.
You follow her all the way into Giles’s house again, watching in horror as she tosses him to the ground.
Spike lets out a grunt. “Hey! Watch it!” He growls, glaring up at her.
“One more word out of you, and I swear...” She threatens, pointing at him with a dangerous look in her eye.
“Back off Buffy!” You warn but she gives you the same look, somehow making you back down.
You feel weak and helpless but she manages to scare you. You can’t put your finger on why, more than likely the aggression but she’s a force to be reckoned with and you know you fighting her would only end in your death.
Spike rolls his eyes again, looking bored.
“Swear, what? You're not gonna do anything to me. You don't got the stones.” He says with a small grin, making you feel slightly better yourself.
Buffy scoffs, looking at him in disbelief. “Oh, I got the stones. I got a whole bunch of .. stones.” She responds defensively.
Spike laughs, grinning to her tauntingly. “Yeah? You're all talk.” He challenges fearlessly, his tone almost bored. You giggle a bit yourself, glad he’s not completely miserable.
“GILES! I accidentally killed Spike. That's okay, right?” Buffy shouts, glaring daggers in his direction.
“Lay another hand on him and I’ll kill you myself!” You threaten, jumping in front of your boyfriend quickly.
She rolls her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest. He on the other hand, looks at you, a look of pride strong in his eyes, making you grin and blush a bit.
“Uh um just a minute...” Giles calls back, sounding confused.
The two bicker back and forth while you wait, uttering threat after threat.
She grabs him, shoving him into a chair harshly. You glare in protest, making your way to her to stop her rough movements but Spike makes eye contact with you, tilting his head in a way that tells you not to try anything.
He sneers at her with anger in his face. “I get this spell reversed, they'll be finding your body for weeks.” He growls, making your face twist in confusion.
“Spell?” You ask, ignoring the heat of the moment.
“Long story babe. You’ll hear all about it when we blow this popsicle stand.” He says with a smirk, glancing at Buffy menacingly.
“Oh please, make a move. I’m dying for a good slay.” Buffy glowers back, stepping closer to him angrily.
Suddenly, the tension dissipates between them and Buffy is untying him, as he stands he allows her the seat, barely giving you a second glance.
“Spike?” You ask, confused.
He ignores you, getting down on his knees.
“Giles!” You cry out in alarm, watching with wide eyes at the scene before you.
As Giles enters the room, you watch the moment continue, frozen in your spot against your better judgement.
“If the two of you could just remain civil long enough for-“ He starts but then he gets a picture of what’s happening.
“It’s just so sudden!” Buffy says with a small, gleeful smile. “I don’t know what to say.” She adds.
“Just say yes, and make me the happiest man on earth.” Spike urges, smiling at her with her hand held in his.
You feel tears brimming your eyes, blurring your vision slightly.
“But- but I thought I made you the happiest man on earth...” You mumble, looking to him longingly. Again, he’s too enthralled with Buffy to give you the time of day.
“Oh Spike! Of course it’s a yes!” Buffy squeals, embracing him in her arms.
A second later, their lips are pressed together, moving in sync and you feel your heart shatter inside your chest.
The feeling of emptiness sinks in as you feel the tears running down your face.
Finally, spike looks at you, a frown taking over his face.
“Oh y/n, it’s nothing personal. I did love you but Buffy and I are just meant to be. We’ve got so much history, it’s only right that something comes from it.” He explains, Buffy draped over his lap.
He reaches to give your hand a sympathetic squeeze but you jerk away, cradling your hand defensively as more tears form.
“D-do not touch me.” You growl, backing away from them and hiccuping between sobs.
“Come anywhere near me again and I’ll stake you myself.” You whisper, looking to him in a haunted daze.
The happy couple quickly gets too involved in each other to care, shrugging and distracting themselves with wedding details as you back out the door, your mind whirling with the memory of seeing them together like that.
You always doubted yourself, knowing Spike could probably find someone much better than you. But you’d never dreamed that of all the women he could get with, the one he’d want would be Buffy the slayer. He’d always hated her and her friends with a passion so strong, you never imagined that passion would go into something other than hatred.
You make your way back to your place like a zombie, your head too heavy with sorrow to think of anything else.
You let your tears roll down your face as you enter, grabbing your things as quickly as possible and shoving them all into a duffel bag, ignoring anything you see that belongs to Spike. You sniffle as you make a small accidental glance at the Polaroid you’d taken of the two of you together not long ago.
It usually made you laugh when you looked at it, seeing as it was you kissing the air considering the whole no pictures thing. Spike had hated taking it but you’d insisted and when you laughed at it you always saw a small, hesitant grin come to his face.
You collapse to the floor in tears, clutching the picture to you desperately. You longed for his touch, the cool fingertips that would send goosebumps over your entire body and warmth all at the same time.
You sit there feeling useless for what feels like hours, the ripe vision of Spike and Buffy sucking face fresh in your mind, taunting you.
Composing yourself, you rise to your feet, dragging yourself back outside.
“I will not let him unravel me like this.” You promise yourself, taking a deep breath.
You pull a hoodie on over your tank top, walking out into the cool night air and off towards the graveyard, needing to clear your head. For some reason the graveyard was oddly calming to you in a sense, the constant quiet and sense of aloneness comforting for you.
Suddenly, you see the scoobies fighting demons out of a crypt. You roll your eyes, turning to walk away but letting out a sigh as you decide to be a bigger person and help.
You run over, grabbing one of Buffy’s weapons and throwing your anger at her and Spike into fighting off one of the demons in front of you. You stab it, making it shrivel to the ground and die. You feel oddly liberated and refreshed, which makes you go after another, then another, then another. Next thing you know, you’ve killed all the demons in sight.
“Woah! Can someone say rage, party of one?” Xander jokes. No one laughs and you remain sulking, crossing your arms and ignoring the couple kissing in the corner.
The gang continues fighting demons as they come. You’re having fun for a while but then you watch as Spike gets attacked by one of them and you jump, surprised by what’s happened.
“Spike!” Buffy and you shout at the same time, both running to him. But Buffy’s faster, grabbing him in her hands and making you feel green with envy.
A second later you’re absolutely seething, watching her kiss him in a moment of worry and passion again. You bite your lip, trying to prevent yourself from saying or doing anything.
A few moments and many excruciating kisses later, a bolt of lightning crashes across the sky. You don’t think anything of it at first, but then Spike and Buffy jump apart as though they couldn’t possibly be anywhere near each other ever again.
“Oh ugh.” Buffy groans, looking at Spike as if he had bit her.
“Oh bloody hell!” Spike cries, his lips curling up in a show of absolute disgust.
The both of them wipe their lips, rubbing at their tongues like they’re on fire. Spike gags and Buffy pretends to tremble in disgust.
“Spike lips! Lips of Spike!” She bellows, shuddering.
“I happen to think you’d be lucky to kiss those lips.” You murmur hoarsely with a sad smile. Spike looks to you in shock, clearly knowing what all had happened.
“Y/n baby...” He says but you turn away, starting to walk away while rubbing your arms for warmth.
“Go away.” You sigh, making your way out of the graveyard quickly.
“Y/n!” He calls after you, running to catch up.
“I don’t want to talk to you Spike.” You say weakly, not even convincing yourself that it’s true.
He runs a little faster and gets in front of you, grabbing you gently by the shoulders to keep you where you are.
“C’mon pet... I would never do that to you, you know that.” He promises. You sigh, looking at him for the first time in the past few days.
“That’s just the thing Spike; I don’t know that. You still pine after Drusilla so I know you’d leave me for her in the blink of an eye. You still chase around college girls, even if you can’t feed off them. And now you’ve gone for Buffy. The slayer. The girl you’ve hated since day one.” You ramble, needing to get everything out in the open. “I’ve always been here for you but you will always put them first Spike and that kills me, it breaks me. But I live with it because I love you. But even with that, I’ve had enough of this whole focus on what you want all the time. It’s... I can’t do it anymore Spike. I’m tired, I’m so tired.” You cry, tears flowing out of you like a river once again.
Spike holds you in his arms, rubbing a hand over your back unsurely. “There there...” he says hesitantly, clearly unsure what to do in this situation.
With his minimal efforts of help, you recompose yourself and dab your eyes, waiting for him to start talking.
“Listen to me alright? That thing with the slayer was not real. Drusilla hates me and I want nothing to do with her either. The sorority girls? Just entertaining and good to take out my aggressions. You’re nothing like any of them. You’re better. You’re better because you’re you and you’re mine and because I love you damn it!” He exclaims, his tone one of desperation and desire as he’s meeting your eyes through his entire speech.
Your eyes open wider as you look up at him, sucking in your bottom lip.
“Y-you love me?” You ask quietly with a soft smile.
He nods, smirking and taking in a sigh. “Yes, I bloody love you with every piece of me.” He promises, running his hand over your hip while the other cups your face.
You stay stunned for a second. He’d never said the L word with you before. It was implied, it was shown through actions and gestures but never actually spoken. The words being directed at you from his lips though, that was the sweetest sound you could ever hear.
“I love you too Spike.” You say with a smile, closing the tense gap between you with an electrifying kiss. You both feel it all through your bodies, the connection binding itself once and for all.
He growls into your lips, making you smile.
“That slayer had nothing on you pet.” He promises, holding you close to him in an almost possessive way.
“Really?” You murmur doubtfully.
“Without a doubt.” He confirms roughly, digging his fingers into your hair.
You let out a moan and without hesitation, he hoists you up, your legs wrapped around his waist. The two of you stay glued to each others lips as he carries you back to the cavern you live in where he shows you just how much he loves you and only you.
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