i have been watching db for a while and i’m almost reaching the final episode :( 

uni is stressing the fuck out of me, i just want an oportuntiy to scape and come back home, but i can’t until the semester ends. So i´m aboiding my responsabilyties drawing some db, also Piccoro is the one keeping my humor bcs he has the same seiyuu as Ace, but i like Piccoro as a character too, the voice actor is just a plus hehe

HIIII!!! can you do a Sayori x gn! reader where reader stops Sayori from playing Hangman with herself? I live for hurt/comfort and I LOVEEE the way you write the ddlc characters!

Yep. Now, if Sayori is dating reader, we assume MC is nonexistent, which causes issues as to why Monika made her do that, so we'll pretend Monika wanted you instead.

Reader is gender neutral

BIG TRIGGER WARNING FOR SUICIDE

"I love you, I'm sorry."

You stare at the text, trying to figure out what it means, before it clicks.

Oh, god no, no.

"Mom I gotta go I promise I'll explain later."

You ignore your mom's protests and slam the door behind you, running towards Sayori's house desperately.

No cars, her parents must not be home.

Door is locked.

You fumble with the knob before just kicking in a window and run towards her room. Her door is unlocked, thank god. You (not so gently) open the door, to find your girlfriend hanging there, clawing at the rope.

You run over and grab her, pushing the chair back under her.

"Y/N..." she gasps, still clutching the rope. "How did you get in? I locked the d-"

"Shut up. Not in a rude way, just... get air in your lungs for me. I'm going to call an ambulance, okay? We'll talk while they come."

"...okay."

She looks down, seeming almost ashamed.

You quickly call an ambulance for her, then look back over.

"Sayori, can you tell me why?" you ask, grasping her hand gently.

"I'm sorry."

"No, no, don't apologize. It's okay, it's okay. Lets get this knot untied so you can sit..."

You quickly undo the admittedly well tied hangman's noose.. She seems to have practiced, which makes you shudder. Apparently, even her death had to be done perfectly.

"Alright, just lay your head on my lap... There we go. We comfy?"

"Mhm..."

She starts crying. A mess of apologies spills out of her, as her tears soak your pants.

"Sorry, sorry, I'm so sorry..."

You stroke her hair. "I know. Don't apologize to me, apologize to yourself. You have such a great life ahead of you!"

She nods, pulling her shirt up over her face as she continues sobbing.

You examine her hands. "Your fingers are bleeding. How long were you there?"

"I don't know, I'm sorry!"

"Okay, okay, that's fine. Why did you want to die?"

You here sirens. They're not here yet, but they're close.

Your phone dings. Probably your mom wondering what the hell happened.

"Because... I don't know! You-you're always so perfect... and I don't deserve you! You'd be so much happier without me! You'd be so happy with Yuri, or maybe Natsuki... Monika seems to like you, I think! But you chose me, and I don't know why! You probably just pity me! I was so happy you said you liked me too, but-"

You cut her off. "Sayori. I really do love you. I don't just 'pity' you. I'm sure I do a little bit, but that's not why I wanted to date you, you know that, right?"

"It's... not?"

She seems surprised, and that breaks your heart.

"Oh, Sayori..."

You continue playing with her hair, murmuring, "You're a ray of sunshine. What would me and everyone else in the Literature Club think if you went and died on us?"

"I'm sorry, Y/N," she cries softly once again.

"Please don't apologize to me. Let's go outside, the paramedics should be here soon."

She nods, and so you carefully walk her out to her driveway seconds before the ambulance finally appears.

"Are you family?" the paramedic asks you.

"No, I'm her partner," you anseer

"Okay. She can walk okay, correct?"

"Yes ma'm."

"Alright."

The woman turns to Sayori. "Alright so, we're going to..."

You stare until she's loaded onto a stretcher, and watch even more as if drives into the distance, until the sirens fade completely.

|| Jealousy || Rengoku x Fem!Reader

cw: Sex | Raping | Alcohol | Smoking | Swearing

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT +18

You and your partner, Kyojuro Rengoku, have had so much work to do. But luckily, you've earned a break! So, for your first day of your break, you two decided to go out! "Little Flame? Where are you? Are you ready yet??" Rengoku shouted. "I'm almost done! I'll be there in a sec!" You shout back. "Alright, I'll be outside Little Flame!" You then rush out the door and shut it closed. "Done-!" " . . . oh my god... LITTLE FLAME!!! YOU LOOK BEAUTIFUL!!!" Damn, did that startle you. "Oh! Hahaha! Did I scare you??" You nod. Rengoku laughs again, "I'm sorry Little Flame! You just look so Stunning!!" You chuckle, "Thank you Kyojuro ... you look handsome ..." Rengoku's face flushed, and then chuckles. "Thank you love ... shall we get going?"

. . .

Damn, what a walk, but ya'll have finally reached to your destination. "Phew! All that walking really made me thristy!!" "Well, your in luck! cause I heard that there's a nice Bar here~!!" Rengoku replied. You both walk in and take a seat at the Bar table. "Welcome you two, what can I get ya?" The Bartender asked. "Suprise me with any kind of Cocktail!" Rengoku asked. "I'll just get a glass of Whiskey..!" You asked. "Sure." The Bartender grabbed out the suppiles and ingredients for Rengoku's Suprise Cocktail, and just grabbed out a plain glass cup and ice for you.

"Here ya go. Enjoy." "Thank you!! . . . whoa. Look at this Little Flame!! Wanna try it?" Rengoku asked. You nod your head as you swallowed a shot of the Whiskey. Rengoku then notices a man sitting next to you holding a cigar staring at you. At first, Rengoku didn't think it was... sorta a big deal, But the more he kept looking him, He kept on staring. Rengoku wanted to stop him from scanning your body, he wanted to tell that man the you belonged to him, and only him.

"hey... ma'm. you look awfully stunning tonight..." Rengoku gave the man a glare, but the man didn't care. "Oh! thank you!!" "heh... you wanna chat more..?" Rengoku started scratching the table. "Sure-" "Little Flame!!?" Rengoku whispered, "Oh, don't worry Kyojuro, we're just gonna have a little conversation." Rengoku started expreiencing how it feels, to be Jealous. "so uh... what's your name lil'lady?" The man asked. "I'm (your name)" "lovely name~" Rengoku just watched, of course he couldn't trust the man. Rengoku trusts you though, so he doesn't have a problom to what you will do, like, anything sexual with the man. "the names Yuto...

Probably like 20 minutes have gone by and you and the man were still talking. Rengoku felt anxious... then sad. Like... he wasn't there. "Hey... Little Flame... I'm gonna go use the restroom..." "??? Are you okay? What's wrong?" You asked calmly grabbing his hand. "It's nothing love... just, keep talking with your new friend..." Rengoku took your hand off of his and walked off to the restrooms. Rengoku so badly wanted to beat the shit out of the man... "so . . . wanna go somewhere else?" Yuto suggested. You look at the man with a frown, "sure... why not." Yuto then grabs your hand and guides you to a private room. "ladies first~" You chuckle, and walk in the room. Yuto shuts the door behind and locks it. "now... take it off..."

. . .

yuto... panting, you moaning... "Y-Yuto??!?!!?? Wh- Ngh~!!! What The F-Fuck!!!!???? Please!!! St-STOP!!!!" You screamed. Yuto meets your gaze, "oh come on babe... don't you like it~??" "NO!!!!! PLEASE!! STOP!!" A jolt of nerve hit Yuto. He growls, "alright then... I'll go as hard as I can... to make you like it..." (WHAAAAM) Rengoku Barges into the room, finding you sreaming for help as the man kept fucking you. "WHO'S THERE?? CAN'T YOU SEE IM BUSY HERE??" Yuto shouted. Rengoku grabs the mans neck and pulls him out from inside you. Rengoku turns the man over to meet his eyes, "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO HER???" "Aye Man!! Ch.. Ngh,.. Chill out!! and... (cough) Let me go!!" yuto begged. "WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TO FUCK MY PARTNER!!?!??!?!?!?!!?" "AYE, I DIDN'T KNOW SHE WAS TAKEN BY YOU!!" "DROP THE FUCKING CLUELESS ACT. YOU KNEW SHE'S MINE!!" Rengoku grips the mans neck harder. "IF I EVER SEE YOU AGAIN, I'LL FUCKING MURDER YOU!!! IT'LL TAKE A WEEK TO CLEAN UP YOUR BLOOD AND ORGANS." Rengoku then tosses the man harshly onto the wall.

"Little Flame!! Are You Alright!!??" Rengoku worried. "I... I'm alright Kyojuro... can we just go home...?" "yes... we can go home . . . here, put on your pants..." Yuto coughing in the back... reaching in his blouse, pulling out a gun. Pointing it at Rengoku. "so long, bitch ..."

"Little Flame...? does it still hurt...? You were lucky he only shot you on the hip... it may be a minor injury, but you'll at least live." "th-thank you Kyojuro ..." "Huh..? for what?" "for saving me from that man... i'm also very lucky that he didn't cum inside... I only allow you to do that... hehe.." you chuckle. Rengoku also chuckles, and covers a blanket over you.

"rest now, little flame..."❤️‍🔥

WHOOOO!! Second Story done!!!!! Hope ya'll enjoyed!!

(Also, If yall want fluff stories, just ask in the ask box!!)

i'll also be working on characters other than rengoku❤️

hello! i really-really like your writings – who doesn't, they're wonderful, thank you very much for your works!

i was wondering if you could write part 2 for your hcs about bakugou, sero and kirishima hit by a quirk whish turned him into toddlers, this time with shoto and deku? 👉👈

please and thank you! ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

A/n - Hello hello, I am so sorry that I haven't been updating! With school I've been feeling extra burnt out. I even told myself that I would get done with many of the requests over the summer but that obviously did not happen...

Lowercase intentional

Most likely cursing

Not prof read

Toddler!Izuku and Shoto x Plus size reader

Shoto

is, unsuprisingly, well behaved and calm

100% the type to have calling ones older than him sir/ma'm

its just ingrained in his head and he can't even help it

would be the polar opposite of bakugo

may or may not freak you out with how well behaved and quiet he is

literally its almost like the girl from the ring just staring at you half the time

shoto almost always lingers in your peripheral vision and it is udderly terrifying when you notice

you'd have to get him to get use to you to break the whole scary, quiet, staring, toddler act

he will not quiet himself down

its pitiful in a way

almost like your the first person who will sit and listen to what he has to say

shotos little mind is completely filled with facts

and by facts, I mean animal facts

hes one of those ocean kids

shoto would go on and on about what resides in the 'big blue world', you got an idea

why not bring the ocean obsessed child to an aquarium

well it may have been a slightly bad idea...

he is the child who will challenge the staff as if a four year old knows more than an adult who dedicated their lives to the study of marine biology

"i know more about orca's than you do..."

saying shit like that, deadpan staring into their scared eyes

little shit

trying to give the workers some sort of break, you'd guide him to the gift shop

and guess what he had gravitated towards

those stupid little sharp puppet sticks

the ones that you always begged your parents for, but never got as it was overpriced

standing for a moment, you grabbed it

taking it almost hostage to the register, telling the 4 year old to wait a moment, as it was only a few feet away and you doubted that he wouldn't be able to be left alone.

while your back had been turned, the once toddler had now come back to his normal age, looking around slightly confused

you sure had a little shock, shark in hand, when you turned around

not knowing what to really say next, you just handed the boy the shark on a stick

grasping it, shoto had an almost undetectable grin

"so do you want to still look around?..."

Izuku

another very polite kid

not because of him being taught necessarily, but because of how timid he is

sure he is bubbly when he is with his mom, but without that safety blanket he is a whole other being

izuku is that kid to bolt and automatically find his place behind you to peek at something or someone 'scary'

as if your his comfort and security

completely refuses to wear pants

the kid will go on and on, listing the reasons why he hates them

you know he has to be as mobile as he can to be a successful hero, don't ask me why

will only strut around in shorts and long ass tube socks since he gets cold from the lack of length

there is one thing that does technically count as pants that he will wear without an argument

and that one thing is his all might onesie

when he wears that fleece one piece, he suddenly gains an feigned confidence

lowkey acts like a little all might

you can not tell him he isnt either or his whole confidence act will deflate

definitely has you playing hero and civilian with him for hours on end

face plants at least once because of how it is a little big on him and the extra fabric sometimes folds over at the feet, tripping him up

izuku had been running happily before tripping once again like the clumsy child he is, face planting behind the couch like clockwork

rushing over quickly, he had been laying on his side, back to his teenage size rubbing his head as if it would somehow stop the bruising

Oh yeah you were going to tease him for years with all the photos you had gotten.

Comadre, I apologize for being in your inbox once again, but I have another ✨idea✨ May I request Shinsou, (and other characters of your choice if you would like), with a Female Plus Size/Curvy/ Chubby S/O? Because chubby women deserve all the love in the world💞 Fluff please, it can be however you feel the most comfortable in writing it, it can be a Drabble/ HC/ One-Shot etc. Thank you again and have a great day/ night!! 💞

Never apologize for being in my inbox, Comadre!

Before we start let me say that as someone who's weight changes a lot, no matter what weight or body type you have, you are always deserving of love and respect. This shouldn't be something that is argued and it's ridiculous that it is.

If someone doesn't want chubby/curvy/plus sized women then by all means send them my way. We appreciate them on this blog!

MHA Characters With A Chubby S/o

Characters x F! S/o

Shinsou, Bakugou, Monoma + Midoriya, Tetsutetsu, Todoroki

Pure Fluff (No sinning today)

W: Mentions of Vomit, Body worship (non sexual), Hateful comments. (I also used chubby, curvy, and plus sized in different places/interchangeably.)

Shinsou

Shinsou loves chubby girls.

Everything about you is absolutely perfect to him.

Your soft and warm to the touch.

The way your clothes fit on you makes him want to shower you in affection.

He once, as a joke, bought you these cat ear clips for your hair and when you put them on...

Deceased, he's fucking gone.

I'm talking nose bleed and pink ears.

You thought he was angry or something. He has a resting bitch face so it could honestly be anything.

Once the blood was all cleaned up, he pretty much said thanks and left you in the middle of the hallway.

Not understanding what happened, you took the clips off and looked for someone else to hangout with.

The next day Shinsou shoved a box at you and bolted the moment it was in your hands.

Inside there was one of his hoodies with a cat printed on it and a note.

The note read, "You're really cute. Would you like to go out with me?"

When you start dating:

He was so exited when you said yes to him.

His brain was panicking because "Oh my god, she said yes to me. Score!"

The first date was pretty good, kind of?

Again, he has a resting bitch face but the moment he pulled out that smile.

You were a goner.

Cuddles are a must in your relationship.

He loves to lay on top of you, you're just so soft and he wants to wrap himself onto you.

All of his hoodies are yours, no questions asked. At this point he buys them just to see you were something thats his.

Doesn't matter if their tight on your body and you can see your rolls.

He fucking loves that shit but if it makes you feel weird he'll still buy hoodies "for himself" that are bigger for your comfort.

Loves to compare your hands to his own. He massages your hand the same way you would with a cats paw. *pat pat*

His sleep is way better when you're next to him, your body next to his own makes him feel safe and he just wants to hold you.

Anyone says anything rude or disrespectful about your weight/appearance, he's on it at once.

Wont hesitate to fight or talk trash about the person.

"Right, so you clearly lack taste. Thanks for emphasizing that for everyone." Again, resting bitch face does wonders for him.

Makes him look really intimidating when in reality you know he's a cat obsessed and "you" obsessed guy. (Also a caffeine addict.)

People still don't understand how you and him ended up together.

Ma'm, why are you dating an emo guy who's main priority is petting cats and snorting caffeine?

Oh, coffee dates are common and he loves showing everyone that you're both dating.

Does that cute thing were he "casually" shows off your intertwined hands. But he actually does it smoothly and it makes you blush.

"Why are you red?" "No reason, just...you're so handsome Hitoshi." "o-oh" Your both blushing messes.

You're just so cute and your existences makes him feel weak in the knees.

Bakugou

(I've read what that one anon said and all i'm going to add to the argument against anon is that "taking care of yourself" isn't always regarding weight. You can take care of yourself in many different ways and being overweight doesn't always mean unhealthy while being thinner doesn't always mean healthy. Bakugou is canonically someone who doesn't care about any of these insignificant things, what he cares about is someones drive to improve themselves in the areas that the person views they lack in. So no, he doesn't care about your weight he cares about you as a person improving on the things that you want to focus on i.e. school, relationships, work, quirk related matters.)

So Bakugou is an interesting one because everyone assumed he wasn't going to be interested in someone, like ever.

He himself used to think that he would just be single forever, he didn't care to pursue a relationship because he a was very "eyes on the prize" mentality.

He didn't care for one anyways.

Then you popped into his life and he all of sudden didn't know how to act.

He loved watching you, kind of creepy, but what else was he suppose to do when you look so fucking good.

Fucking dies when he sees you wear a skirt, so like...the first time he saw you in the UA uniform.

Thick thighs just do it for him, you know? (Honestly same Bakugou, same.)

You gave away affection like candy and you also, funny enough, gave people sweets throughout the day.

You were so nice to him when you first met him and he didn't know what to do so he just yelled at you.

"Fuck off shitty-" He didn't know what to call you so he just stood there, eyes wide in shock and embarrassment.

Shit, did he really just say that to you?

Bakugou didn't mean to come off as super rude.

He actually was going to add some nickname at the end to ease the blow.

He would treat you the same way as he would anyone else.

Although, he would put more attention to what your doing. Everyone else was background noise to him.

When you started dating:

Asked you out very aggressively.

He didn't pressure you to say yes, he was just yelling a lot and was a blushing mess.

You found it cute so you agreed to go out with him.

An actual mess.

Bakugou couldn't stop staring at you the entire time.

You were bigger than him...which means there was more to admire.

God, he really wanted to just hold you in his arms.

People would make comments about the two of you from time to time.

"Why is he dating her?" "She's not even pretty." "He has to be blind."

Jealous people who tried putting you down for managing to wrangle The Katsuki Bakugou.

You didn't let the comments get to you.

You couldn't when your boyfriend was barking back about how insignificant your haters were.

"DON'T LISTEN TO THEM! THESE EXTRAS DONT KNOW WHAT ACTUAL BEAUTY IS! SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU DUMBASS BIT-" His voice cracked when he realized he called you beautiful.

And his face became bright red when you giggled at him.

You had the violent explosion king wrapped around your finger.

He wasn't complaining.

Bakugou hangs to you like a koala, especially when the two of you are sleeping.

Im talking him with his arms and legs wrapped around you so you won't move. Gets pissy in the morning when you want to get up for anything.

"Hey, shitty woman. What are you doing?" "I need to get up and get us breakfast." "Ok and? Give me kisses then you can go."

He needs his daily dose of your affection, so please lay on top of him and kiss his face till he's grinning like a stupid idiot.

You know the one i'm talking about. The one which is kind of scary but super cute and fuzzy.

Monoma

Another mother fucker who loves chubby girls!!!!

He believed that the extra weight around your hips and the fullness of your cheeks just enhanced your beauty.

Monoma likes what he likes, what can he say?

When he first met you he immediately said dibs on you.

No one else was allowed to spend time with you.

No. One. Else.

Your laugh would melt his heart while your touch would send shivers threw his body.

Oh how much he longed to spend time with you all alone.

Just the two of you were you both would hold and kiss each other. Feeling you next to him.

The thoughts made him mushy in the inside.

He honestly thought of you as a plushy that he needed to have all to himself.

As friends, you both shared touches of affection here and there.

His favorites where when you rested your head on his lap or he would pull you onto his lap. It's practically your assigned seat.

He's a sucker for the cute adjustment you do before sit down on his lap. The pull you do on your clothes so it won't bunch up in certain places.

You asked him if he was fine everytime he sat you down on him, his only response was that you were a comforting feeling.

"Dont take away something so calming from me Y/n. If i found you sitting on me uncomfortable, i wouldn't have kept doing it."

Very matter a fact with him. He won't allow you to think of yourself as a burden.

He does this while you're still friends.

He plans on changing that title for a better on.

When you started dating:

Asked you out by making you a full course meal. French of course!

He invited you to his dorm room to eat but didn't call it a date.

Think of the whole "honeymoon" phase. Flower petals all around the room, candles, no whine but he did offer you some sparkling water as a replacement.

The entire time his eyes are in the shape of hearts. Pupils blown wide as he looked at you.

You're a goddess in his eyes, your body being something to behold.

Loves cooking for you and loves having you sit on his lap, this cannot be emphasized enough.

If you feel comfortable with it he'll love to sit on your lap as you run your fingers threw his hair.

Takes you both out to eat frequently which results in he himself gaining some weight.

(Personal head canon is that Monoma carries a bit of weight on himself rather than muscle build. He doesn't care that he doesn't have Bakugous or Tetsutesus physic. Since his quirk doesn't necessarily call for him needing all that muscle, he focuses more on endurance and stamina then on bulking up. Have you seen him move around?!)

Chubby Monoma makes you weak. (This is more for me. Chubby anyone makes me weak.)

Monoma loves it when you give him hugs because again, loves feeling you on him.

Likes it when you squish his face and give him butterfly kisses.

Give him a kiss on the corner of his lips, he would get so exited thinking it was a normal one and then pouty when he realized what you did.

He squished your face in between his hands and kissed you with fever.

Midoriya

Sweet baby boy! ("Country boy, i love yoouuuu ahhh mmmmm")

He's a stuttering mess any time you come around the corner or just look at his direction.

He isn't used to being around girls or even being close to them, so expect him to be a bit awkward around you at first.

As time goes on he warms up to you and is even sweeter than he was before.

He's mostly concerned if you've drank water or eaten throughout the day.

If you say you didn't eat anything yet he'll jump up and give you his own lunch.

Loves seeing you eat. He's not creepy he swears.

Literally everyone can see how in love he is with you.

Uraraka is your biggest shipper and she places bets with everyone about how Midoriya was going to confess to you.

(Girl, get your bag. She's making bets with all of the rich kids because she needs that coin.)

He just finds you enjoying your food adorable.

Can't cook for shit but he'll definitely buy you anything you want.

"Oh, that looks good." He'd sneak away from you and buy whatever you looked at.

Next thing you know he's at your dorm rooms door waiting to give you whatever he bought.

When you started dating:

Stuttering, mumbling, and blushing mess.

He thought you were so pretty, so he found it difficult to look at you in the eyes.

"I-i ummm. I w-wanted t-to- uhhh." Give him some time, he really wants to be with you.

When you yes, he actually passed out.

Other than that he just got to spoil you more often.

The snacks! Midoriya has snack on him all the time. He just liked to give you some throughout the day.

"Do you like them? Oh great!" When you asked him why he would give you snacks his only response was that he wanted to make sure you were eating well. (Fuck me, thats cute!)

You're a full course meal in his eyes and he was salivating to have you all to himself. In a clingy way, not a sexual one....

Loved it when you'd give him little praise here and there.

Blushed when you held his hand in public. He loved the warmth that came off you.

Loved it when you would wear his hoodies.

Liked it better when you sleep in his bed because he gets to appreciate your cute face in the morning.

Tetsutetsu

Do i even have to say that he loves all body types?!

Tetsutetsu just loved any and all types of bodies, but if he had to lean a certain way it's to the plus sized girls.

Curves, baby. Loves touching and moving his hands over your curves.

This is all platonic. How the hell did you both make feeling each other up a platonic thing, i don't know? Ma'm teach the rest of us!

Very touchy, but way more than Monoma. Monoma treats you like a delicate masterpiece. Tetsutetsu sees you the same way but he would take a hands on approach.

He does this respectfully of course. Consent is sexy so if you're an overly affectionate person, he will a 100% respect any boundaries.

Touch him back.

Likes it when you would touch his muscles and when you would place your hands on him in general.

"You've really bulked up Tetsutetsu!" He had a faint blush on his face as he smiled at you like a fool.

He really likes to be praised, so please praise him.

Sees you walk into the room.

Shirt. Gone.

Doesn't wear shirts around you.

Internally he's screaming about how he needs to do more hours at the gym because he wants to keep up his looks. (He does it because he feels great about himself but if you mention wanting to build up your own strength. He gets exited!)

Your arms and hips do it for him.

The way your arms jiggled and the manner your hips looked so soft.

Drooling fool. Thats what you resorted him into.

Consistently asked you to compete with him by seeing who can eat the most.

He's a bulky guy, but even people who are pure muscles aren't rock solid, at least not all the time.

(Muscles are actually squishy and having muscle doesn't always equal having strength.)

When you started dating:

Asked you out when the two of you were at the gym lifting weights.

Came off as super confident but you could also see the increasing redness on his face. Bright red by the time you said yes.

He's going to be even more handsy with you.

Attached to the hip.

He isn't jealous, he's more possessive than anything else.

Likes to feel you next to him.

He's hanging off of every word you speak so why would he leave your side.

Serenades you all the time, he isn't the best at it but it's the thought that counts.

Loves it when you wear tight or revealing clothing. Again. Your, curves.

When people give you complements on your outfit/appearance he gets exited on your behalf.

"Of course she's beautiful today. She looks great every day! My girlfriend is perfect and she's such a great person too. You should have seen her when-" He literally goes on for 5 minutes about how amazing you are and talks peoples ears off.

He also yells all his complements because in his head, yelling means he's showing that he means it.

SO YOU SHOULD ALSO YELL COMPLEMENTS BACK AT HIM!!!

Simp for you. No questions asked.

Todoroki

Quiet guy but he does sometimes show emotion.

Takes things way to literally and it's his greatest ally and greatest downfall.

"You look great today Todoroki!" Heart melts at your comment. You know he goes to visit his mom and tell her about what you said about him.

She suggested that he had an admirer and because of that he's been putting a lot of effort in his appearance.

You don't even notice because everyone wears the same type uniform.

You couldn't see that he's added gel into his hair and started using specialized products to maintain it.

Same thing with his face scar.

He made a whole skin care routine to help improve its appearance.

You didn't ask him to do anything to his appearance and you also meant the comment as a one off because he looked kind of constipated.

How were you suppose to know he would take what you said to heart?!

You mentioned that you ran cold, so next time he gets the chance to stand next to you, he became your personal heater.

Like, he would purposefully use his quirk and have you stand to his left side so he can heat you up.

You once accidentally touched him on his left side when he was doing this and your uniform was burned.

He never thought he'd need to engrave the site of you with just your uniform shirt in his brain but here we are.

Thought you were very pretty and would stay awake at night thinking about literally everything you did that day.

Enji/Endeavor is honestly happy for his son. Be it that Todoroki is dense he eventually processes that he wanted to be with you and that made Enji happy.

(Enji was improving himself and decided to give his son his personal credit card. "Go spoil your muse, Shoto.")

Not only was he the #1 Hero but he was also your #1 shipper.

At least one of them got to choose who they wanted to be with, at least when it came to love.

When you started dating:

He asked you out during the least romantic moment possible (Yeah, Tetsutetsu wasn't the least romantic moment.)

Both of you were doing your internships and were surrounded by civilians who needed to be "rescued".

It wasn't anything major, just a party that got a bit out of hand and you were both told break it up.

You were dealing with someone who just puked on you and was now passed out.

Great.

"Hey, Y/n. Would you like to go on a date with me?" Just upfront and no big show of emotions.

Thats fine for you so the next time you're both on campus, you both held hands and talked to each other in hushed voices.

He loved being your personal cooler or furnace. Which means that cuddles are a must.

Loves to brush your hair and loves it when you caress his scar.

He's never seen his scar as anything beautiful but you sure managed to change his mind about it since you're always touched it lightly and traced the bumps that came with it.

He does the same with your set of scars and with your stretch marks.

Like i said, he never gave his own scar any thought but when it came to what you perceived as an "imperfection" on yourself he's shutting those thoughts down with kisses and soft touches.

He doesn't pay attention to people who make comments about you.

Again, if he didn't acknowledged it it didn't exist.

Comments about your weight, how you look, how your clothes fit are constant when you both started to date.

It depleted your confidence because it made you question your relationship.

Todoroki catched on to your depleting mood and made it a habit to tell people to mind their own business when it came to you two's relationship.

Absolutely loves laying on your chest because your boobs were so plushy and soft.

Nothing makes him happier than you wearing clothing that makes you happy.

Can i have caitlyn fluff/dating hcs ? :)

Caitlyn Dating Headcannons

Reader: Gender Neutral

Note: can you guys please put gn, male, fem ect when you request please? Just makes things easier and please if you want me to write something put it in the ask box not the comments thanks

Arcane Masterlist ♡♡ Heres the Dump

From a young age you guys saw each other and she was determined to be your friend

Viktor being dad/older brother (idk why it just seems cute and am gonna write my own fanfic about it-)

"Dad! Who's that!" "I don't know. Why don't you go ask? Hm? And you can tell me all about it when you come back for dinner"

For a while you could only talk through the gate with her

You would tell her about the Lanes as much as she asked, until you were either chased away, or had to leave for dinner.

Would tell Viktor all about it during dinner, oh he knew you were gonna develop a crush

And you did

As you both grew up Caitlyn studied to become and enforcer, you an scientist

You guys were at each others graduation ceremonies

Oh the crush just kept growing and growing and growing, on both sides

Viktor would tease you about it

You did confess to her eventually, no flowers, no fancy gift, just a friendship bracelet you had made.

"It's not much...I know..I-" "it's perfect"

Officially dating

Telling Viktor he ask when the wedding is

Her parents dont approve: oh well

And then you had to have dinner with her family as a "good and respectful omen"

Drabble:

"So...Viktor. is your father...."

"in a sense yes ma'm. I too like him are from the Lanes. He found me and has taken care of me ever since." Y/n answered respectfully both Caitlyn and them holding hands under the desk.

"Ah...the lanes..." Caitlyn's mother spoke, "Grim, and uh...Grimey."

"Mom!" Caitlyn argued.

"It's quiet comfortable. Well... if you can get comfortable. I grew up in it, it'll forever be home." Y/n responded taking a sip of tea.

"Yes. But uh. It's dirty." Her father explained.

"The dirt dosen't bother me. I think bloods alot more common than dirt down there though." Y/n spoke

"Uh...huh..."

Caitlyn constantly apologizes to you after the dinner, you tell her its fine

Dinner at your and Viktor place is much more calmming, and fun too

Monopoly after dinner and icecream

Ah young Love

Running around the city during the night, especially at night festivals

Even as she grew and grew she wanted to know more and more about the Lanes

You'd guys sit on the roofs and look out into the sky, while you told her bout the Lanes, now Zaun

She loved to listen to your stories either they be in the lab or in the Lanes

Hand holding and dragging when excited about something and wanting to show the other

Side hobbies of yours include ecology and random research

"I JUST MADE A BREAK THROUGH!" "Y/n? Its 7 in the morin..." "I KNOW HOW TO GET PURE CLEAN WATER TO THE UNDERGROUND-" "WHAT?!- THATS AMAZING!"

Always at each others award ceremonies,

You're a bit more dramatic in general than here so giving her massive hugs and swinging her around especially when she gets an award is like 110% going to happen

Cheek kisses when she leaves you to go to work or when she leaves you in the lab

"So dad-" "no' "i didn't even finish" "you can't blow anything up" "damn it- thats not the question"

Asked him to help you make a promise ring for Caitlyn

You forsure wanted to ask her to marry you but knew you were just too busy at the moment.

She loved it, scared she'll break it she wears it on a necklace instead of her fingers

When you asked her why she said it means your even closer to her heart when your not around

Sleeping in on off days

Sleeping in on days your both suppose to be up early

End up moving in together

Breakfast in bed atleast once a week with each other.

Reading in each others arms

Just like Vi, you'd loose each other in the store super easy

Dancing in the rain

Matching-ish suits/pant suits for formal events, you've always gotta wear some crazy werid tie

She likes fixing your tie, it makes both you laugh for some reason

Best couple periodt

"What about a kid?" "A kid?" "Yeah like adopting." "I dont think I'd mind that all to much"

Ya'll would be the best parents ever periodt

Congrats on the followers! Would you be willing to write for Pyamid Head? If so, please ma'm....may I have a crumb of PH....anything....anything to spare will do... (All your work is amazing so whatever I'd come up with wouldn't even be half as good as yours lol)

Thank you so much!!! Hell yeah I’ll write for Pyramid Head. Him big 🤤 And don’t sell yourself short, anon! Write up that Pyramid Head fic and tag me in it so I can read it! ❤️

I’m gonna go with DBD Pyramid Head so he can go hog wild and doesn’t have to worry about reader dying for real lmao

AFAB Reader (NSFW), TW dubcon, blood, fingering, anal play, Pyramid Head’s massive tentacle dick, stomach bulge, uhhhh it’s implied that reader gets fucked to death so heed the warnings please 🤪

The way your arms are stretched over your head makes your shoulders burn. Again, you struggle but the Great Knife laying across your forearms is impossibly heavy. You’re pinned, utterly and completely at the Executioner’s mercy.

He towers over you, steel head partly obscured by the thick mist and tilted to the side. He must be watching you, somehow, silently observing the way you thrash and writhe. The blood of the other survivors stains his arms and apron and drips, fat droplets of gore pattering onto the ground around his feet.

You fall still, panting, muscles aching, sweat beading along your brow. The Executioner tilts his helmet down and you shudder. Memories of your last trial together buzz through your mind and you release a tremulous exhale. Liquid warmth swirls in your gut until you must grate your thighs together to ease the want.

You’re nervous too, of course. Last time, he’d literally fucked you to death in front of the other survivors. He must not have liked the audience because he’d been sure to sacrifice them all this time before turning his attention to you.

Still, under all the trepidation, desire burns. You’ve never been so thoroughly satisfied, so ruined, so completely powerless. Maybe spending this long in the Entity’s realm has made you crave anything other than the endless cycle of hope and despair, even if the “anything” is having your insides pummeled to a pulp by the Executioner’s monstrous cock.

Pyramid Head kneels, massive hands tearing away your clothes as though they are made of paper. You shiver, chilly air raising goosebumps across your exposed skin. Rough, bloody hands smooth up your waist, cupping your breasts, stroking your neck, exploring every inch of flesh until you’re whining and slick between the thighs.

Finally, his hands trail lower, groping your ass, pressing between your legs to pry them apart, spreading them so wide your hips ache. Thick fingers brush your slippery folds, surprisingly gentle for a creature so ruthless. A breathy moan spills from your lips, a sound that becomes a gasp when calloused digits prod your asshole.

That’s new.

Torturously slow, the Executioner pushes one, girthy finger into your cunt while another forces itself into your ass. You grit your teeth at the burning stretch, but then he curls them and you utter a choked shout, pain and pleasure blossoming beautifully through your core.

“Oh, fuck, please,” you groan when he begins to thrust, bloody digits pumping in and out of your holes until endless moans tumble from your parted lips. Climax sneaks up on you, a surprised cry ripping from your throat when your walls clamp down on his fingers.

You tremble and pant, whimpering when he withdrawals his digits and pushes the gore soaked apron to the side. Fabric tears and the Executioner frees his dripping, writhing cock. Christ, you’d almost forgotten the sheer size of it.

Meaty hands grasp your hips, lifting your lower half off the ground. The prehensile length finds your cunt, wasting no time in burrowing through slick muscles. You grunt when it just keeps going, deeper and deeper, stretching you impossibly wide until you’re seeing stars.

The Executioner shows no mercy, bucking his hips and impaling you completely. You scream, high and loud when he rams into you, the drag of his thick cock along your overstuffed walls driving you to new, agonizingly blissful heights of sensation. A groaning, metallic rattle emanates from his helmet, a sound you assume is a moan.

You glance down and watch as your abdomen distends with every thrust. You clamp your eyes shut, pain beginning to edge into the lead over pleasure as each jarring rock of his hips pushes him deeper, further than he should be able to go. Still, you encourage him, babbled praise spilling from your numb tongue.

Again, you’re caught off guard by an orgasm. Blinding pleasure makes you shriek, your strained muscles barely able to contract around the cock stretching you open. Another eerie groan sounds front the steel helmet and the Executioner gives a particularly brutal snap of his hips.

Internally, you feel something pop. Nausea churns in your stomach and you hiss. Pain, rancid and aching, slowly spreads through your guts, only dulled by the last, twitching jolts of pleasure from your climax. A deep exhale reaches your ears, heralding the new, hot warmth that spills into your belly.

The Executioner lowers you to the ground and watches as seed and blood gush from your cunt. Or at least, you think that’s what he’s looking at. When your vision blurs, you chuckle deliriously.

“A-Always a pleasure, big guy.”

Midnight Screams

A Richard Firewood Fic.

Richard Firewood created by me

Authors Note: The first story with Richard Firewood my slasher OC. I tried to pin-point his personality, how manipulative, greedy, selfish, narcissistic he is. He is a killer after all, not a dream guy, but he does can play it.... For his own purpouse of course.

Warning: Gore, Blood, Death and some Sexual Scene

The intimidating building that could be easily mistaken for a castel, made Fionna wonder if the scenario before her was even real.

If you asked her, the perfect holiday would have been maybe somewhere where she could go to malls, museums, but of course when you were stuck with grandparents you couldn’t possible say no.

Her grandparents sighed with happiness, walking on the white marble steps of the principal entry of the luxurious hotel and all Fionna could do was sigh and follow after them, their lugages already taken by the bellhop men.

As she entered the hotel, her eyes widened by the decor and the great staircase, covered by an impecable blood red carpet. The chandelier that was anything but modest, was probably made out of gold and with crystals.

Everything screamed luxury that would make the greediest human drool. Everything was either marble, gold or something that probably costed millions of dollars.

What really made her uneasy was the lack of people. Looking around she noticed just a few people that were probably guests: a very out together women, probably in her late 30s, a couple that enjoyed some coffee and a little boy that played with his toys on the floor.

Fionna walked to the reception desk where her grandparents were and her eyes imediately were caught by a pair of emerald eyes.

"Good day, Sir and Ma'm. Welcome to the Grand Firewood Hotel! Its so good to see more people come." the man behind the mahogony desk spoke in a rich voice, deep and clear.

Inspecting him, one thing Fionna noticed was that he was tall, a man maybe in his late 30s. He had jet black hair, dark as the night into a long high ponytail, his forehead covered by bangs. His attire was pristine, white button up with a victorian purple vest and a satin scarp tucked inside the vest. She also noticed that he was wearing white as snow gloves.

"The ride was actually horrible, but we are more than happy to be here. We heard of this hotel and we wanted to spend two weeks here. Get away from The big City." Fionnas grandfather spoke, giving the man a smile.

"Why are only a few people here if the hotel is as grand as it claims to be?" Fionna asked, without realizing, only to recieve a raised eyebrow from the man.

"Well, considering you weren't asleep, my dear... During your ride here... The hotel is far up into The Mountains and most wouldn’t do all the traveling here, but I asure you, we delivere five star services." the man spoke with such calmness, it made Fionna gulp down.

"I-I am sorry... I" Fionna wanted to excuse herself, but the man waved it off.

"So? Just a suite or would you want two?" The man asked, looking from The grandparents to Fionna.

"Two would do. Thank you Mr-" Fionnas grandfather said, the man smiling.

"Richard Firewood, but you can call me Richard. No need for all the Mr. It makes me feel old." Richard said, taking two set of keys and walking towards the Grand staircase, motioning for them to follow them.

"Its absolutly beautiful! Its like a castel from a fairtale." your grandmother said, looking over all the paintings and statues. Fionna was pulled from her thoughts by Richard chuckling, the sound like music to her ears.

She had to admit he was handsome and oh so charming.

'Pull yourself together, Fionna! He is so much older than you. You are just a 19 year old girl.' Fionna told herself.

They finally reached their rooms, which were next to eachother. Richard unlocked the rooms and when Fionna entered she always dropped her mouth open. It was amazing, it looked like the room of a princess; kind sized bed with silk sheets, white fluffy carpet, the gigantic window with the purple curtains.

"I hope you will enjoy your stay, darling." Richards voice broke her daydreaming, making her blush and nod. Her grandparents where already in their suite.

Richard walked towards her and Fionna instinctively took a step back, only to stop when Richards hand reached towards her to hand the keys.

"T-Thank you." she said in a shaky voice, then just like that he walked away.

The rest of the days at the hotel went normally, breakfast was mouthwatering like Lunch and dinner. The hotel had everything; a cinema, a spa, a ballroom... Anything you could ever want for a great vacantion.

Today was just different, when Fionna waited to meet with her grandparents at breakfast, but they didn't came and it didn't eased her nerves that she was the only person in the restaurant.

A hand on her shoulder made her jump a little, she turned her head and noticed it was Richard.

"Apologize for startling you." he excused himself.

"Ummm... Have you seen my grandparents? We usually meet for breakfast." Fionna asked.

"Ahhh yes, they had breakfast earlier and decided to take a walk into the garden of the hotel." Richard answered her, making her nod, but still she was uneasy.

"Want some company?" Richard asked, taking a seat with her. She thought about it over and shrugged. Why not? She felt pretty lonely.

They eat breakfast and talked, until they laughed. She had to admit Richard was absolutly breathtaking; not only was he so handsome, but deeply smart. Who would have thought that the manager of the luxurious hotel was a former medical student.

"I do play the piano sometimes when none is at the hotel. It gets pretty lonely here." Richard said finishing his Coffee.

"Really? I always wanted to learn how to! But you know.... Never for the chance to own one." Fionna said, looking down at her empty plate.

"Want me to teach you?" That question made Fionna look up with deep interest and she followed the man to the ballroom where the Grand piano laid.

It was so beautiful and she was dying to touch the musical instrument. They both sat down in front of it.

"How about I play you one of my favorites?" he asked and she nodded, then he began and she found herself dreamingly looking at the black haired male. The music was like a purr of a cat, so calm and relaxing.

After 10 minutes she found herself leaning into him, until their faces were inches away from one another. That was the signal as she pressed her lips to his plush ones, emerald eyes looking wide open, but closed as Richard kissed her back.

The kiss was slow with a tint of sensual moves from the much more experimented man. Then like someone threw a bucket of ice on Richard he pulled away.

"I am sorry... I shouldn't-" but he was cut off by the younger female smashing her lips back against his.

The hell with it...

The next actions were like a blurr, he picked her up and laid her on the Grand piano, lips against one another, hands gropping, moans leaving her lips.

Fionna would be damned if she refused him. The taste of tabaco and wine on her lips from his kisses.

She felt his hands under her skirt and her panties been pulled aside. The next hour was filled by skin slapping against skin, kisses and bites, hair tugging and dirty talk that she wouldn't have expected from 'the gentleman' on top of her.

"You like this?"

"So tight and wet... Are you close?"

"I am gonna ravish you."

That was hours ago, as she laid now in her hotel room on the bed, thinking about this mornings events. She was pulled from her daydreaming when she heard a thug coming from The hallway. Getting her robe on she slowly walked and opened the door, and what she saw made her as pale as a ghost.

It was the middle aged woman that she saw when she first came to the hotel, blood all over her, her make up destroyed.

"H-Help... P-Please.... He.. He took my kidney! Oh God..." she sobbed, crawling down the hallway that had foot steps follow.

Fionnas eyes widened when she saw Who was at the end of the hallway. Richard, his scarlf long gone and clothes painted in red, and what looked like a big switch blade in his hand.

Fionna quickly shut her room, locking it and getting away from it. Outside, Richard stalked towards the woman, crouching down over her body.

"It would be a waste to kill you now. I only got your kidney..... But... The hell with it." he said, then trusted the blade into her shoulder, not a fatal wound yet.

"Hurts, huh? You should have thought of that when you run away, you little whore." Richard snarled, the womans eyes blood shot, as snot came out of her nose. The man scrunched up his face at the image.

"Disgusting." he said then stabbed her right between her legs, making her gasp, as he twisted the blade inside her.

"Too big?" Richard said with mockness, then pulled out, blood pouring out of her wounds. He got up and looked towards the door of Fionnas room, knocking.

"Come out, darling. Don't make me break the door." Richard said with such calmness that made Fionna start to sob, yelling about leaving her alone. The black haired man sighed.

"So be it." he said, then using all his strength he began to kick the door, one time, two time, then finally he kicked the door off its hinges.

A scream thore the room that was basked into The darkness and then silence, as Fionna was back handed by the male, the sting on her cheek making her fall down on her knees.

She couldn't believe that this was happening, the man who was the perfect empitom of a gentleman. He used his suave voice and charming ways to manipulate her.

"You tricked me! You used me..." Fionna sobbed, looking up at Richard. The man raised an eyebrow and began to play with the butterfly knife in his hand, like an expert, only making the woman more anxious.

"I used you? I am sorry to disagree you, doll.... But.... You practicaly begged me to take you." Richard said with a dark malicious smirk.

Fionna looked at him in shock, ready to get up and run, only to have her head tugged back by her hair.

"Easy, easy, little rabbit...." Richard whispered in her ear, his blade running across her neck.

"Got to say.... Your grandparents are quite healthy.... Not good enough for a kidney or liver transplant, but cannibals do pay handsomely." The man whispered making Fionna freeze in shock, more tears running down her face.

"Y-You monster...." she said through grinted teeth, only to recieve a deep chuckle.

"You know.... I was gonna keep you for a little while, but money and blood is more tempting than pussy." he said then pierced her right between her collarbone, dragging the blade down to her core, guts and insides spilling out, her eyes now lifeless pools.

The corpse dropped down on the once white carpet now crimson red. Richard sighed and sat down on the bed, pulling out a cigarette and lightened it up, taking a deep drag of smoke.

Just another day at the Grand Firewood Hotel...

If only his grandfather could see him... He would be so proud.

sick as a lost boy | para

WHO: Angel Cantaras, Peter Jones (@peterthelost), and Trick Watkins (@lost-trick)

WHAT: The two Lost Boys show up at Angel’s doorstep, sick and desperately needing to be nursed back to health.

WHEN: The night of Sunday, August 14th

WHERE: Angel’s (and Philip’s) home

NOTES: This was played over RPnow.

PETER:  They'd been out in the woods for a couple of days now, Peter had  started in good health but the longer he stayed outside with Trick  he'd gotten sicker and sicker. The same went for Trick who'd started  out unwell to begin with. The pair packed up their makeshift camp and  made their way back into town. Peter wobbled uneasily, dizzy with  fever. There was only two people he trusted when he was in this  condition and seeing as he and Killian weren't seeing eye to eye at  the moment, that left one person. Angel. He brought Trick along  despite the lost boys protest, mainly because he wasn't going to let  the boy be alone while he was in this condition. Nor was he letting  him go back to the orphanage. So as they made their way through Ever  After and onto Angel's front step he lifted a hand and slapped his  palm against it weakly a few times. "Angel??" He called out, coughing  halfway through her name and that started a hacking fit. ANGEL:  Angel didn't really sleep much, especially when Philip was out taking  care of his new dog.  She didn't like being home alone in the place  where Pan had attacked her.  The monster might have been gone, but the  memories of what he had done to her still lingered.  She could still  smell the cleaning supplies she'd needed to use to remove the blood  from her carpet.  It was because she was awake that she was able to  hear the weak knocking and her name being called.  Climbing out of  bed, she made her way towards the front door, looking through the  peephole before pulling it open once she saw who it was.  "What the  hell are you two doing here?  I thought you were off on an adventure  or whatever.  And why do you look like you're dying?" TRICK:  Trick barely knew where he was or what they were doing at this point.  He tried to smile for Peter when he spoke, but he knew he was failing  miserably at looking even slightly okay.  He was unsteady on his feet,  burning with fever and he just wanted to lay down and sleep.  But no.  Peter was making him walk.  He stopped with the other boy at the door,   wincing when Angel spoke with frustration in her voice before he  coughed again, grimacing in pain before regaining his composure and  speaking.  "Causewe're dying.  And we weretalkin and doing guyy stuff.   Don't be mad." PETER:  "We're sick." He mumbled, moving back a bit from the door in case  Angel decided to hit him on the shoulder or something like that. It  wouldn't be the first time he'd done something that warranted a slap.  He swayed unsteadily on his feet before coughing again and grabbing  onto Trick so he wouldn't fall over. "Really, really sick." ANGEL:  Between their coughs, their coloring, and the words they were saying,  she believed them.  "You morons shouldn't have been out in the woods  then," she grumbled, moving between them to try to carry some of their  weight as she navigated them both into the house.  She didn't stop  until they reached her bedroom, urging them both to lie down.  "You'll  have to share a bed since this was Philip's guest room before I moved  in and I'm not letting you germ up any other parts of the house.  Lie  down.  I'll be back in a few minutes." TRICK:  Trick had to throw his body weight into the doorframe to keep them  both from going down, grunting as Peter's weight lay on him for a  moment before Angel was helping them move.  "Itwas my fault.  I'  thought..I thoughtit'd help.  With the scared."  He moved with her to  the bedroom, where even sick he attempted to look after Peter and make  sure he was lying down comfortably before he finally collapsed on the  other side.  "I'll be fine.  Jus don't be madss at Peter." PETER:  When they were in the bedroom Peter landed face first on the bed,  groaning with sweet relief that it wasn't a hard cold ground. "Shut  up, Trick." He mumbled into the pillow, turning to look at him. "She  can be mad all she wants, I left without telling her first. That's not  cool." ANGEL:  "Both of you shut up," she decided as she left the room.  She  returned, as promised, a few minutes later, having texted Philip to  fill him in and gather supplies that she would need.  "First things  first, you both need to take these pills and drink the entire bottle  of water I give you.  Then, you'll each go into the bathroom to take a  quick shower to get all that dirt off.  I won't have you ruining my  sheets.  Once you're cleaned up and changed into the clothes I leave  out for you, you can go to bed.  Got it?" TRICK:  Trick was quiet, struggling not to just fall asleep when he heard  Angel come back and start talking.  He immediately went to sit up,  nodding weakly. "Yes Mom.  i mean Ma'am. Yes Ma'm.  Pills. shower.  watering.  cleansheets. Okay." PETER:  "Do we have to shower together?" He asked, exhausted with fever he'd  only heard at least a portion of what Angel had said. He was  struggling not to pass out as it was. ANGEL:  "No, you will take turns.  I would try to help you, but that would be  pretty inappropriate, so you might have to help each other.  The most  I can do is make sure the water's the right temperature and help strip  you both down to your underwear, but you're on your own after that,"  she decided.  This wasn't how she wanted to see Peter naked for the  first time and seeing his Lost Boy naked was not on her to-do list.  "Here," she began, walking over and handing each of them their pills  and water bottles.  "That's cold medicine, vitamin C, and ibuprofen.  The cold medicine is non-drowsy, but I have a feeling you won't have a  problem sleeping once you're both clean.  Who wants to shower first?" TRICK:  Trick swayed a bit while she spoke, really struggling to not collapse.   He was exhausted, and weak, and within seconds he was coughing  deeply.  He eventually managed a shaky breath and sat up, murmuring  something about Peter before shifting to stand, his legs nearly giving  out but Trick forced himself to stay up.  He looked blankly at the  medicine and water, asking in confusion. "Whaat's that." PETER:  Peter took the medicine, swallowing it back obediently. When Trick  reacted in confusion he took the medicine in his hand. "Open your  mouth, Trick." He murmured, taking the boys jaw in his hand. Once his  mouth was open he pushed the pills into his mouth then placed the  water bottle against his lips, tilting his head back so he could drink  some of the water and swallow the pills. "Alright, I think we're  showering together because Trick's too out of it to even survive a  shower on his own so might as well." ANGEL:  "Cold medicine will help with the cough and most of your other  symptoms.  Vitamin C will help boost your immune system which will  help you fight off the germs.  And the ibuprofen will keep you from  getting a fever and help with body and head aches," she explained,  then tried not to laugh as Peter basically force fed him the pills.  "Alright, let me go set up the towels and get the water to the right  temperature.  Please don't come in naked.  There are some things I  just shouldn't see." TRICK:  Trick opened his mouth and swallowed the pills obediently, not  questioning Peter in the slightest and uncomprehending of everything  Angel was saying.  "I dunno what all that stuff is.  But thanks! 'm  sorry."  Trick continued to work on staying upright, but he felt  guilty that Peter and Angel were having to bother with him.  He should  be able to take care of himself, and he should be taking care of  Peter, not the other way around.  "'m sorry." He murmured again as  Angel went off, likely to do something he should be able to do  himself. PETER:  "Good boy." Peter teased, smiling at his lost boy happily. He patted  him on the back, squeezing his shoulder affectionately. "Come on,  Trick. We gotta go get clean." He laughed, taking a hold of his lost  boys arm and leading him to the bathroom. ANGEL:  "You don't have to keep apologizing, Trick," she assured him, going  off to do what she needed to do.  She brought the towels into the  bathroom, then began running the water before facing the two boys.  "You were supposed to strip down to your underwear," she told them  with a soft sigh.  "Come on, who needs help?" TRICK:  Trick shuffled after Peter to the bathroom, mumbling an "I'm sorry."  when Angel mentioned him apologizing.  Managing to push down his  pants, he tried tugging off his shirt but didn't have the energy to  get untangled, ending up just looking at his shirt miserably.  "I'll  get itsoon..." PETER:  Peter walked over and pulled the shirt over Trick's head, tossing it  into the corner. "Its okay, Trick." He murmured, moving his head so he  could cough into his arm. He managed to undo the button of his pants  and shove them down but he got caught in his own shirt while trying to  pull it off with a pathetic whine. ANGEL:  Angel tried to give them some privacy, but when she heard the grumble  from Trick, she turned and caught Peter undressing.  His whine had her  fighting a smile, and she walked over and helped ease his shirt off.  "I swear, you two are lucky I'm so nice," she told him, leaning up to  kiss his cheek.  "Towels are on the toilet.  There's shampoo,  conditioner, and soap in there.  Just be careful, okay?  I don't want  to see anyone naked, but if I hear loud noises, I won't hesitate to  come in and make sure no one's fallen." TRICK:  "Oooooooooooooohhhhhh.  Petersgettin kissed."  Trick giggled a bit  before dissolving into violent coughing.  He regained his breath  before he took his underwear off and stared at the shower seriously,  figuring out how best to get in before he finally managed to step  forward and get under the water with a small cough. PETER:  He watched Trick, prepared to grab him in case he fell. He shimmied  out of his own undies, stepping into the shower and closing the door.  He watched Trick stand under the spray of water letting it wash some  of the dirt and muck off his skin. "Ok, my turn. You can start washing  your body." ANGEL:  Angel quickly disappeared when they moved towards the shower, wanting  to give them the privacy they needed.  She went through her clothes,  looking for items that she had that weren't overtly female.  She had a  decent amount of clothing from when she was living on the streets that  were a bit raggedy but would do the trick, at least long enough for  her to wash their clothes.  She laid out an outfit for each of them,  as well as a pair of boxers for each of them since she tended to wear  men's boxers as pajama shorts.  Once she was done, she went to put a  pot of water on the stove so she could make them tea. TRICK:  Trick shifted away from the water when Peter told him too, shivering a  little from the sudden cold before he reached for the soap, only  managing to end up knocking it to the floor.   Trick swore softly at  his uselessness, giving up and just getting the shampoo to weakly wash  his hair. PETER:  When the soap hit the floor Peter kneeled to grab it, not looking up  because nope. He stood carefully, soaping up his own body to let Trick  rinse his hair. He also washed his own hair before trading off and  rinsing himself off. ANGEL:  As they showered, Angel took their clothes and made her way to the  laundry room to throw them in.  She would have to do a separate wash  for their underwear, but she figured that would be for the best  anyways.  God only knew how... funky those would be after their time  away. TRICK:  Trick just went through the motions, cleaning himself off to the best  of his ability before e extracted himself from the shower.  however,  the swift movement send his world spinning, and then going dark, the  lost boy crumpling to the bathroom floor unconscious as he passed out. PETER:  Peter was just finishing up his shower when he heard the sound of his  lost boy crashing to the floor. "Trick!?" He called out, scrambling  out of the shower. His own vision blurring as he grabbed his lost boy. ANGEL:  Angel heard the crash first, the shouted name soon following and  having her running into the bathroom.  "What happened?" she exclaimed,  looking through the steamy room to find the too /very/ naked guys.  "Oh my god," she muttered, covering her eyes.  She moved on memory  towards the toilet to grab the towels, then handed them to Peter and  Trick.  "What happened?" she asked again, keeping her eyes closed  until she was told they were covered. TRICK:  Trick was unconscious for several moments, unresponsive and still  until he finally groaned.  His eyes opened slowly before he carefully  shifted, trying to get oriented. "Wha...why amInaked on the floor?"  He mumbled, looking at them confused. PETER:  "You passed out....would you like me to...knock you out again to save  you from embarrassment?" He asked quietly before pulling Trick up and  wrapping the towel around him before wrapping himself up. ANGEL:  When she thought she'd heard two towel wrappings finish, she slowly  opened her eyes, then inched closer to Trick to check his head.  "Way  to scare the crap out of me," she joked, brushing his wet hair back  before standing up.  "Do you want me to bring you guys your clothes so  you can get dressed in here?" TRICK:  Trick stood on wobbly feet, shaking his head.  "Is 'barrassment gonna  attack?  ShouldI be worried?"He frowned, looking around for danger  before Angel got close and looked at his head.  Trick went still,  looking at her for a long minute before looking at Peter. "Your lady  person is prettier than you." PETER:  Peter wasn't sure whether to feel insulted or proud, "I um...thanks???  I mean shit...she's fuckin beautiful I could never compare honestly."  He admitted, staring at Angel. ANGEL:  A soft blush flooded her cheeks at the compliments, her eyes rolling  as she stood.  "I'm going to consider that a yes, solely so I can get  out of here from you nerds," she decided, leaving the bathroom only  too return with the clothes she'd picked out.  "That's for you," she  stated, placing one set in front of Peter, "and that's for you," she  finished, doing the same for Trick.  "Let me know if you need help  getting out of the bathroom once you're dressed." TRICK:  "Shes suuuuuper prettyyy.  Idunno how THAT happened, but  yeah...definitelyprettierthan you."  Trick nodded decisively before  focusing on the clothes he was being handed.  "Thanks prettyy lady.  Angel! Angel. That's your person name."  Trick smiled brightly before  coughing again, trying to put clothes on while he coughed. PETER:  "I think we've lost him." Peter mumbled, trying to pull on the boxers.  Once they were on he struggled with the shirt for half a second before  he collapsed against the wall and went down with a groan. "I'm done  for, just......remember me as I was..." He whispered dramatically. ANGEL:  "I'm hoping this is just the cold medicine," she admitted with a soft  laugh.  After listening to the two boys struggling as she made her way  towards the door, she stopped and sighed.  "Trick, just put on your  boxers and I'll help you with the rest, okay?" she promised, kneeling  next to Peter and helping him get dressed.  "Don't be so dramatic,"  she replied, rolling her eyes playfully.  "I'm going to bring Peter to  bed.  I'll be right back for you." TRICK:  "Who's lost?  Imean, I'm a lost boy.  But Idon'tthink that's what you  mean."  Trick looked at Peter in confusion before he quietly worked on  putting on his boxers, able to get them on fairly easily but he stared  at the other clothes before Angel made her offer.  "'mkay.  And  Peter's alwaysss dramatic.  He doesn't justwalk he flounces." Trick  nodded certainly before having to lean back on the counter as he got  shaky again. PETER:  "You're taking me to bed? Kinky." He smirked, when he heard Tricks  words though he frowned. "Hey! Was that a compliment?" He asked  confused before turning back to Angel. "He's right though, you're very  beautiful." ANGEL:  "So not what I meant," she told Peter, giving him a look.  "You're  fine, Trick.  Just relax and try to stay awake for me," she requested,  helping get Peter on his feet before guiding him back to her room.  "Peter..." she muttered, shaking her head as she continued to blush.  She led him to one side of the bed and urged him to lay down.  "I need  to go get Trick.  You can sleep if you want to.  I was going to give  you guys tea, but I think sleep is what you need most." TRICK:  "You flounceeee.  And it's a complimentsometimes."  He smiled before  watching them go.   Trick stayed where he was, perfectly still but managing to stay  awake.  He knew he'd have to help Angel get him to the bed and he  didn't wanna let her down PETER:  Peter whined softly, watching Angel. "Don't wanna sleep, just wanna  tell you how sorry I am." He murmured sadly. "I shouldn't have pushed  you away, should have said goodbye...I'm so sorry." ANGEL:  "Peter," she muttered again, biting down on her bottom lip at his  words.  "We can talk about this when you're better okay?" she assured  him, meeting his eyes for a moment before leaving to get Trick.  He  wasn't in the right state of mind, but they had a serious conversation  in their near future.  "How ya feeling, Trick?" she asked, kneeling  beside him and slowly easing the clothes onto him.  "Think you're  ready to get into bed?" TRICK:  "m fine."  Trick shifted and moved obediently, helping her get his  clothes on before a sudden thought hit him and he blurted out.  "Angel! I gotta..I gotta say stuff."  He grabbed her hand, hoping  she'd look at him as he looked back at her and said in total  seriousness. "Thanks for takin care of Peter.  He's messy,  but he  needs caring.  And you cared. Thank ouy. You. You."  He nodded, biting  his lip when he swayed a little on his feet.  "m'kay.  I can  sleepnow." PETER:  Peter was already drifting off, the cold medicine doing its work. His  head was swimming and he could feel himself falling away and he sat up  with a gasp. "No, can't sleep. Won't sleep. Need...need to leave." ANGEL:  Angel turned to face Trick as he grasped her hand, her eyes widening  before a soft smile brushed her lips at his thanks.  "Every needs to  be taken cared for in one way or another.  I've always cared about  Peter, and I always will," she promised, then lifted him up.  "Let's  get you into bed," she decided, leading him to the other side of the  bed and helping him ease in.  "I'm going to be in the living room.  If  you need me, I'll be here, okay?  I'm not going anywhere.  There's a  lot more to do tomorrow in terms of getting better, but you need a  good night's sleep first." TRICK:  "Thankyou,"  He muttered again, letting her guide him to the bed and  laying down without a fuss.  "Thanks Angel."  Trick smiled at her,  then frowned as he noticed Peter's upset. "Noooo.  Staying.  We'vegotta sleep.  No cant." PETER:  "I can't...he'll come back. I'm too weak." He shook his head, panic  setting in as he looked at Angel. "I'm...so scared...he can't come  back." He covered his face with his hands. ANGEL:  She had every intention of just leaving them to crash, but Peter's  worried words had her moving to his side of the bed and sitting on the  edge next to him.  "Hey," she spoke softly, cupping his cheek and  lifting his chin so he would look at her.  "You are not weak.  You  have your Lost Boy and you have me.  We believe in you.  You'll keep  him away, and when you wake up, you'll be stronger for it.  I trust  you.  Do you trust me?" TRICK:  Trick was going to talk but Angel beat him to it, and even as out of  it as he was  he knew she'd be better with this.  Trick reached out  and took Peter's hand,  muttering tiredly.  "I'll always believe in  you Peter.  He's gotnothin on you."  Yawning a bit, he cuddled into  Peter's side. "Besides, the pretty lady is here.  You can definitely  take HIM on when you'vegot this Angel.  Extra greatness, though you'll  always bemy hero..." PETER:  When Trick took his hand and at both of their words Peter felt tears  welling up, he didn't deserve either of them. He didn't deserve  Killian. They were all too good for him and he squeezed Trick's hand  and pressed his forehead to Angel's. "I trust you." He whispered,  kissing her softly "Both of you." He murmured, turning to kiss Trick's  face. ANGEL:  Trick was definitely not all there, but he seemed to still know what  Peter needed to be okay again.  She melted a bit into the kiss Peter  gave her after assuring her he trusted her, sitting back as he then  kissed Trick's face.  "Sleep, you two.  Don't worry about sleeping too  late.  The more rest the better.  I'll check on you guys every few  hours come morning," she decided, reaching over to squeeze Trick's  forearm as a goodnight before kissing Peter softly.  "Remember what I  told you at the pharmacy," she whispered, pecking his lips once more  before leaving for the living room, turning off the lights and closing  the door on her way out. TRICK:  Trick smiled more at Peter's kiss and then Angel's arm squeeze, but he  didn't say anything else, just cuddling in closer to Peter's chest and  passing out asleep, too exhausted to stay awake longer. PETER:  Peter's arms wrapped around Trick, comforted by both of their words he  held Trick close as he drifted off to sleep. Knowing that everything  would be okay as long as he had his family by his side.