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Naoya Zenin: the first encounter!

Warnings!- Fem reader, slightly mature language.

Walking through the wooden arches of the house that is the Zenin clans, muffled conversations heard in the background as your heels click against the creaking floorboards. Turning to the left, idly, incredibly bored by this elder yapping your ear off about some ‘You should be honoured we are even asking for a woman’s opinion, offering marriage into OUR clan’ Where are you manners? The ajar bamboo door is slid 3 inches, and from the opening, a dirty blond, piercing eyes, makes eye contact. A small, polite smile graces my lips as a sign of acknowledgement, only to be met with a scowl of disgust by the man. What a pretty face for such a shitty attitude? Maybe it’s a bad day. Let’s hope I see the cutie around more often to determine.

Imagine being able to write rough sex with praise instead of degradation for the people with really bad low self esteem and hate degradation, but I guess its just way to hard for people to understand how to write basic human compassion. You don’t have to call someone a “fucking slut” “Take that you ugly ass whore” while railing them you can actually be nice ya know? Before any of y’all say “then why don’t you just write that” I am planning too, doesn’t mean I can’t rant.

Madara should have got a flashback like Hashirama did from his point of view. It would have been interesting to see how Madara was like as his clan’s leader and more interaction between him and Izuna. I feel that there wasn’t nearly enough attention given to Madara’s past when compared to Obito and Nagato.

Valentine’s Day

Groggily opening my eyes and rubbing the sleep out of them. Niall’s not beside me… that’s new, I usually wake up earlier than him. I sighed as I sat up, seeing a path of rose petals leading towards the door. I turned to my side table and seeing a little note. ‘Mornin’ sunshine, just follow the petals xx. –Nialler <3’ was written on it. I smiled at the little note, following the path of petals, out of the bedroom, down the stairs and into the kitchen. I smiled widely as I saw a stack of heart shaped pancakes with a maple syrup  on top and a heart shaped box of chocolates. Taking a chocolate and seeing another note. ‘Dear Y/N , as you know today is 5th Valentine’s Day together and I am extremely happy to be spend it together. You know you mean the absolute world to me, you’ve been my princess for so long and you will always be my princess. Words can’t explain how much I love you, and I am so grateful to have you. I love you, and that’s not going to change. ~Love, your handsome prince, Niall <3’ I was already crying as I finished the note. “Princess.” He called. I turned around to see him holding a single red rose. “Will you be my valentine?” He asked. I smiled wider, if that was even possible. “Of course I will.” I replied, taking the rose from him. I hugged him tightly. “I love you so much.” I said. “I love you more.” He said, we pulled away smiling as he softly kissed me. We pulled away reluctantly. “Now, let’s eat breakfast, I have an entire day planned out for us.” He said. One more kiss between us before eating.

We finished breakfast. “So how about we watch Once Upon A Time, cuddle and maybe a few kisses here and there.” He suggested. I giggled. “I would love that.” I said and kissed his cheek. I cuddled next to him, my head resting on his shoulder as wrapped an arm around me, constantly placing soft kisses on top of my head. Soon our little cuddle session turned into a tickling one, then wrestling. It ended with me straddling him while he was laid out on the couch. “I win.” I said proudly. “Fine, you win.” He huffed, smiling later on as I bent down to kiss him.  He held me back as I was about to get off. “No, I like it this way.” He said, smiling cheekily. I smiled, shaking my head. He sat up, wrapping his arms around me. “You are so cheeky.” I said, wrapping my arms around his neck, quickly kissing him. “I know.” He said.

We continued cuddling for a while. “Princess.” He called. “Yes my prince?” I asked. He smiled widely at his pet name. “Let’s go on a picnic for lunch.” He said.  “Sounds lovely.” I said, kissing his cheek. I got up, walking to our shared bedroom. “Babe.” He called. “Yeah?” I asked. “Shower together?” He asked, a cocky smirk stretched on his lips. I giggled. “I don’t see why not.” I replied, kissing his cheek before entering the bathroom. Stripping out of my clothes and entering the shower. Niall soon coming after, wrapping his arms around my waist and placing an innocent kiss on my neck. “You’re absolutely beautiful.” He whispered, making me smile and blush. I turned around and quickly kissed him, wrapping my arms around him. “I love you.” I said. “I really do.” I added, smiling affectionately at him.  He smiled softly kissing me this time as I played with his hair and he did soothing circles on my waist. “I love you so much more.” He said as we pulled away.

After the shower, I picked out a simple, sleeveless, black dress decorated with roses. I put on some make up, not too much and wore my black and white converse. “Babe, you ready?” He called from downstairs. “Coming!” I shouted, grabbing my purse. Coming down to see Niall casually dressed in blue skinny jeans, a white tee and a red flannel holding our picnic basket. He smiled widely at me. “How do I look?” I asked doing a little twirl for him. “Stunningly beautiful, as always.” He complimented, kissing my nose, causing me to giggle. “Now milady, let’s go on that date.” He said, holding my hand as we walked out of our house.

Picking a nice place under the shade of a tall old tree. We set the blanket out and unpacked our lunch. “This is delicious Nialler.” I complimented, taking another bite. “Thank you darlin’.” He said, kissing my nose, equaling sauce on my nose. “Hey!” I squealed, as he laughed. I smudged a little on his cheek making him gasp. “You did not.” He said. “I did.” I replied, sticking out my tongue at him. We both laughed and wiped it off, placing a kiss on his cheek. “You’re such a dork.” He said affectionately. “But I’m your dork.” I replied. “That you are.” He agreed, softly and quickly kissing me. We sat there, or hands intertwined, my head resting on his shoulder and he rested his on mine. “There are so many cute couples here.”  I commented, seeing couples all over the park, some teenagers, some married with and without children and a few cute old couples. “Which one’s the cutest?” He asked. “Mm… us.” I replied, lifting my head to quickly kiss him. He wrapped his arm around my waist as we sat there.

Both of us glancing at the couples around us. “My love.” He called. “Hmm?” I hummed, looking up at him. He took out his phone and started playing ‘Tenerife Sea’ by Ed Sheeran. “May I have this dance?” He asked, as he stood up. I giggled before accepting. Both of us dancing ballroom style while giggling at how silly we were. Finishing with him twirl and a bow as we laughed. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he wrapped his around my waist. I quickly and sweetly kissed him. “I love you.” I said. “I love you more.” He said and kissed my forehead. I hugged him, as he nuzzled his head into the crook of my neck, making me giggle slightly. He placed an innocent kiss there. He lifted me up, making me squeal slightly, causing him to giggle. He set me down and kissed my nose. “You’re adorable.” He complimented. “So are you.” I said, causing him to smile wider, if that was even possible and his cheeks turning pink.  

Both of us now walking around the park, hand in hand while admiring how lovely a day it was. It soon got cloudy. “Do you think it’s going to rain?” I asked. “Maybe.” He replied. As soon as he made that statement it started drizzling, then raining heavily. “Well, I didn’t plan that.” He said pushing his wet fringe to the side. I laughed. “You don’t mind dancing again do you?” He asked, extending his hand. “Of course not.” I replied, taking his hand as we danced carelessly in the rain, no music, just us, the sound of rain and our laughter. Finally done, both of us soaking wet from the rain. He leaned down and we had a soft, sweet and passionate kiss. Pulling away and smiling. “Let’s go home.” He said as I nodded in agreement.

Arriving home, showering and changing into my undergarments and one of Niall’s shirts. He wrapped his arms around my waist, quickly kissing me, as I wrapped my arms around his neck. “I wanted to take you to the amusement park, but I guess a change of plans.” He said. “We could always just cuddle in bed.” I suggested. He smiled, kissing my forehead before we laid in bed, cuddling in a comfortable silence. My head laid on his chest and an arm wrapped around his waist, as both of his arms were wrapped around me, his lips resting on my head. I sighed contently in his warm embrace. “You okay baby?” He asked. “Perfect.” I replied. Slowly starting to fall asleep in his embrace.

Feeling Niall softly patting my back. “Princess, wake up.” He said, soothingly. I yawned, pulling away slightly, smiling lazily at him. “Hi princess.” He greeted, softly kissing my forehead. “Hi my prince.” I greeted. “Nice nap?” He asked. “Mhm.” I replied. He smiled warmly and softly kissed me. “Sleep well?” I asked. “Yeah.” I replied, rubbing my eyes. He did soft, soothing circles on my back. “I have something planned for dinner, dress fancy.” He said and kissed my forehead before getting up. I stretched and picked out an elegant blue dress. I did my make –up and straightened my hair a bit. “You ready –wow!” Niall said as he came in. I giggled at his expression, his lips were parted slightly, completely speechless and wide eyed.  “How do I look?” I asked, doing a twirl for him. “You look absolutely gorges!” He exclaimed, wrapping his arms around me. I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck, quickly kissing him. “I am so lucky to have you.” He said. “I can say the same about you.” I said. We hugged each other tightly. “I love you.” I said. “I love you more.” He replied. “Now, let’s get dinner.” He said, as we pulled away.

Both of us arriving to the restaurant Niall made reservations for. “Horan.” He told the hostess. “Ah, right this way Mr and Mrs Horan.” She said, taking two menus. “Mrs Horan doesn’t sound too bad.” I said while walking. “Really now?” He teased. “Mhm.” I replied, kissing his cheek. We sat down at our table. “This place is beautiful.” I complimented. “Almost as beautiful as you.” He complimented, making me blush. “Thank you handsome.” I said, making his cheeks turn a shade of pink. We ordered and soon ate. “Wait here princess.” He said, getting out of his seat.

He went up on the stage, grabbing the acoustic guitar. He sat down in a high chair and adjusted the mic. “Hello everyone, hope everyone is having a wonderful Valentine’s Day. If I’m not disturbing your evening I would like to dedicate a few songs to my lovely girlfriend.” He spoke. I blushed and smiled at him. He started off singing History, from the latest album, making me smile at how many memories we shared together. The next song, I Want to Write You a Song.’ Again smiling widely at how sweet it was, it was one of my favorites off the album. Finally or all-time favorite, Truly, Madly, Deeply. He finished, everyone in the restaurant applauding. He brought me on stage. “Y/N, you and I have been best friends since diaper days and finally started dating 5 years ago. What I can say is, thank you, thank you for sticking by me during tough times, thank you for making me smile on my darkest days, thank you for making me feel loved, thank you for loving me, thank you for being my girlfriend. I’ve made countless amounts of wonderful memories with you, and I want to continue making memories with you for the rest of my life. Y/F/N.” He said taking a pause as my eyes were welling up with tears. He kneeled down, making my hands cover my mouth as more tears came. Cheers erupting from the crowd. He took out a red velvet box, opening it to reveal a beautiful diamond engagement ring. “Will you marry me princess?” He asked. “Yes! Of course yes!” I replied, He smiled widely as the crowd started to applaud and cheer. He slipped the ring on my finger and got up. Both of hugging each other tightly. “I love you.” I croaked out. “I love you more.” He said, innocently kissing my neck. We pulled away, having a proper, passionate kiss.

We came home as I admired my lovely engagement ring. “Next step, marriage.” He said, kissing my temple. “I can’t wait.” I replied, kissing his cheek. “I am so lucky to have you.” He whispered, smiling softly at me. “And I am lucky to have you.” I told, leaning up and sharing a soft and passionate kiss with him. Words can’t describe how much I love him. 

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Hello Lovlies! Happy Valentine’s Day! Hope you like this imagine. Now excuse me while I spend my Valentine’s Day watching Night Changes music video :P 

~Yas

You’re insecure

You’ve never thought of yourself as someone beautiful.... To you there were plenty of other girls, that were prettier, funnier, skinnier. Niall had managed to make you feel special, and maybe a little bit beautiful, but insecurity always took over you when the two of you met his fans. Plenty of them were better than you. They were sweet, they were more beautiful, they were fitter, just making your self esteem go down the drain. 

Every time Niall had gone out with the boys or at the studio, You would just stand in front of the full length mirror in your shared bedroom, pointing out every single flaw you had, Your nose looked weird, your eyebrows were too bushy, you had too much acne, you were too fat. These were only a few comments you said to yourself. 

You were doing the same thing today, pointing out your flaws had become a daily routine for you. You were snapped out of your trance when you felt a Niall’s strong arms wrap around your waist. “Hi beautiful.” He greeted, kissing your cheek. “Hi.” You greeted, in a soft tone. “Admiring yourself?” He jokingly asked. You smiled slightly. “No.” You replied, your smile instantly vanishing. His eyes sprung up at your sudden change of emotion. “Are you okay princess?” He asked, concern lacing his voice. You turned around, putting the best fake smile you could master. “I’m fine.” You replied. 

Niall wasn’t convinced. His bright cerulean eyes filled with concern and worry. He removed an arm from your waist, to caress your cheek. “No you’re not princess. What’s wrong?” He asked sternly. Looking down at your feet. “I’ll just burden you.” You said under your breath. He lifted your head up, making gentle eye contact with you. “You are not a burden. My love, please tell me what’s wrong.” He pleaded. you sighed, “I-it’s not that easy.” You breathed out, tears filling up in your eyes. 

He saw how you were struggling, not able to get any words out of your mouth. He wrapped his arms around you, placing your head on his shoulder as you wrapped your arms around him, both of you holding each other tightly. You were bawling your eyes out, every single tear that you’ve kept in. You’ve never been like this, you’ve always been emotionally strong, keeping a smile on your face and trying to be happy for the sake of others. Now.... you had just broken down, and in all honesty, you needed to get things out. 

You cried until you couldn’t anymore. Niall had been comforting you all the way, all you ever needed was his embrace and as he place soft kisses on your temple. Pulling away slightly, as he rested his forehead on yours and wiped away your tears. “Can you tell me darlin’?” He asked, his voice calm and soothing. Letting out a deep sigh as he wrapped an arm around your waist. 

You were trying to gather some courage to speak, but your voice wouldn’t let you. “Babe, I want to help you, I really do.” He said, you could see the sincerity in his eyes. “I’m just so insecure of myself, I don’t think I’m a good friend, I’m not a good person, every single girl out there is so much better than me. They’re beautiful, they’re funnier, they’re more caring, they’re fitter, why did you pick this piece of trash when you could of had a diamond?” You asked. 

You leaned your head on his shoulder. “You probably don’t want me anymore...” You trailed off, that was what hurt you the most, losing him, but you knew it would happen. “Princess...” He started. You pulled away, looking at your feet, trying to avoid eye contact. He held your chin with his index finger and thumb, lifting your head up to make eye contact. “Yes, there are many girls out there that I could of had, but my love, you are a diamond as well, and out of all those diamonds out there, you shone the brightest to me. My love you have no idea how wonderful you are. You make me smile and laugh on my worst of days, you’re there to comfort me, anyone would be so overjoyed to have you in their life.” He comforted. 

His words did manage to make you smile slightly, just the corners of your mouth curling up a bit. “Melody, you are the only one I want, I wouldn’t trade you for absolutely anything or anyone. You mean the absolute world to me, you’re my everything.” He added, bringing you in for a sweet and passionate kiss.You smiled in mid kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck, playing with his hair, as you felt your heart soar and butterflies in your stomach. Both of you pulling away reluctantly. “I love you.” You told him, your voice soft with a smile curling up your lips. “I love you so much more, and I am going to help you love yourself. I’ll be with you every single step of the way.” He replied with his charming smile. “Thank you.” You thanked quietly. 

Now you could safely say, that incident changed your life for the better. Niall has been absolutely wonderful with helping you, you’ve become confident, you’re not afraid to speak your mind, it’s okay if you don’t please everybody, you’ve put your happiness before others and you can definitely say you’re much happier than before, you couldn’t express your thanks to Niall in words, he’s done so much for you, he’s been your number one supporter and he was so helpful, how amazing he is to love you unconditionally while you were trying to love yourself. He’s the best person you have in your life, and nothing would change your love for him.

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Hi lovlies! Sorry it took so long for an update, I know this is really late but Happy New Year!! I hope we all have an amazing 2016, let’s hope this year treats the 1D fandom well(I highly doubt that but let’s try) I wish all of you the best love ya <3 ~ Yas 

First Date

‘Take a deep breath Niall, you’ll be fine.’ I thought to myself. Today is finally the day I have my first date with my life-long best friend and now she’s my girlfriend! dressing in a plain white shirt, with a blue plaid flannel, and my black skinny jeans, I got a few white roses for her, I know she loves them. I checked myself in the mirror for the last time, fixing my hair a bit. I sighed and smiled at myself. “I can do this.” I encouraged myself. I got into my car, setting the flowers in the passenger seat and driving to Y/N’s flat.

I finally arrived and took the roses and went to her floor. ‘Calm down Niall.’ I kept repeating in my head. I rang her doorbell and waited. “Coming!” I heard her beautiful voice say. She opened the door and she never fails to stun me with her beauty. She was wearing a simple sleeveless dark blue dress with a white bow at the side. Her lovely (y/h/c) hair curled slightly. “Hey beautiful.” I greeted, with an enormous smile plastered on my face.

She blushed. “Hi handsome.” She greeted. “T-These are for you.” I stuttered, handing her the roses.  “Aww, thank you, their lovely.” She said and kissed my cheek, making me blush. She put them in a vase. “Now, milady, how about I take you on that date?” I asked, extending my hand and slightly bowing. She giggled. “Of course.” She replied, and curtsyed, taking my hand.

I smiled as I held her hand and opened the car door for her. “Such a gentlemen.” She joked. I laughed and shut the door, quickly running to the other side. “So where are we going for our date?” She asked. “You’ll see beautiful.” I said, holding her hand and kissing it. I’ve never been this nervous and excited before.

We arrived, I made reservations at a small yet fancy looking restaurant. “Horan.” I said, giving my name to the front desk. “Right this way Mr Horan.” The waiter said. He led us to our table and I pulled out and tucked in her seat, then quickly going over to mine.

“Now, what would the lovely couple like to order?” He asked after handing us our menus. I quickly read it then glanced at her, seeing how adorable she looks when she reads, her eyebrows slightly furrowed and her lips are pouting. I ordered the steak and she ordered the spaghetti.

“What do you think of the place?” I asked. “It’s lovely, you definitely know my style.” She said. I smiled as she did as well. I reached my hand over the table to hold her hand. She blushed when I did, making me giggle slightly at her adorableness. “Well beautiful, how was your day?” I asked. She sighed and went on complaining about it. “But this date did make it better.” She said.

“Well I’m glad that I lightened up your day.” I said. “And how was your day?” I asked. “Tiring, same old same old, studio, record, planning for tour, although I was nervous and excited for this date.” I said. She smiled and giggled. Our food came and as we were eating, I giggled at her, seeing spaghetti sauce near her lips. “Just a sec princess.” I said, grabbing the napkin and reaching over the table to wipe her mouth.

She blushed in embarrassment and I smiled. “Thank you.” She said. “You’re adorable princess.” I said.  She gave her cute shy smile. After dinner we decided to take a walk in the park, the park where we always came.

“So many memories in this park.” I said. “Yeah, I remember we first met here.” I said. “I remember coming here all the time to get away.” She said. “I remember playing Frisbee here and you accidentally hit my face.” I said. She giggled slightly. “Sorry about that.” She said. I giggled and kissed her temple. While walking I moved my hand towards hers. slightly grazing it, then intertwining it. She smiled, as he held it back, She leaned into my side and I placed a light kiss on her forehead.

I drove back to her place, walking her to her front door. “I had a nice time tonight.” She said. I smiled. “Me too princess.” I replied. “So how about another date sometime?” I asked. “I would love that.” She said. We hugged, she laid her head on my chest and my lips pressed to her head, giving her sweet kisses. We pulled away. “Thanks Nialler, I’ll see you around.” She said and tiptoed to kiss my cheek. I smiled. “Everything for my princess.” I said and kissed her forehead. I made sure she got in safely and sighed contently.

I arrived home and changed, laying down on my bed and smiling at myself. I grabbed my phone and quickly texted her. ‘Goodnight Princess, sweet dreams, <3′ ‘Goodnight leprechaun, sweet dreams <3′ She texted back. I fell asleep with a smile on my face, that was just the beginning of a beautiful relationship.

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AN: Hi everyone, sorry for late update, school has been stressing me out. Anyways, enjoy this imagine!

~Yas

Confessions

“Nialler.” I whined. “Give it back.” I said and tried to reach up for my laptop. “Nope.” He said simply with his cheeky smile. “Nialler, I need to do a paper, gimme!” I said, tiptoeing and trying to reach it. I hate being short sometimes. I sighed. “Pwease Nialler?” I asked, trying to be cute as possible. “No, not the puppy dog eyes.” He said. “Fine.” He gave up and gave me my laptop. “Yay! Thank you Nialler!” I said and quickly hugged him. “You are so lucky, you’re my best friend.” He said and messed up my hair. I squinted one eye. I was writing while he was spread out on the couch. “What’s that for?” He asked, leaning his head on my shoulder. ‘Creative writing.” I replied. 

He was walking around the place, while I was stuck on my paper. “I’m bored!” He whined for the 100th time. I sighed. I looked at him and he was pouting. I shook my head with a smirk. “I know Nialler.” I said. “Well let’s do something then!” He whined. I looked over and he was sat next to me, giving my puppy dog eyes and pouting. I sighed. I get lost in those beautiful blue eyes of his, and how do you resit someone this cute. “Nialler, you know this is important for me.” I said, trying to be cute as possible. 

He sighed and leaned his head on my shoulder. “Fine.” He said. I laughed at how cute and childish he is. “Thank you leprechaun.” I said and messed up his hair. I was halfway through my paper and Niall was being oddly quiet. I looked over, seeing him look bored out of his mind. I smiled, I love him, so much more than a friend. “Munchkin.” He said looking up at me. “Yeah?” I asked, absolutely mesmerized in his beautiful blue eyes. 

He sat up properly and I snapped out of my trance and blushed. He grinned and set my laptop on the coffee table. “Can I confess something?” He asked. “Of course you can.” I replied. He sighed and held my face with one hand, making me tense and blush. He smiled at me. “I love you, so much more than a best friend, I was such a coward not telling you earlier when I had so many chances. I love you, and I know you just think of me as a friend but-” 

“I love you too.” I cut him off. “You do?” He asked, shocked. I smiled and put my hand on top of his. “I do, a lot.” I added. He smiled so brightly. “Well munchkin, may I have the honor of taking you on a date this weekend?” He asked standing up and bowing. I laughed and got up and curtsyed, “You may kind sir.” I replied. We laughed and He placed a soft kiss on my forehead. This is like a dream come true. 

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AN: Sorry if it was really long, hoped you enjoyed it! -Yas xx

Waking up to her

I groaned as I heard my alarm go off. I switched it off and rubbed my eyes, slowly opening them, seeing my lovely girlfriend Y/N cuddled up with me, her messy (y/h/c) All over her face and her lips parted slightly to help her breath. I smiled, tucking her hair behind her ear and softly stroking her cheek. Even though she’s always so messy in the morning, I still find her the most beautiful girl on Earth. I wrapped my arm around her and nuzzled my head into the crook of her neck, just wanting to embrace her and feel her warmth. “Why are you so perfect?” I asked, doing circles on her back. 

“Mm.” She groaned, I sighed and placed an innocent kiss on her shoulder, while she did small circles with her thumb on my torso. “Mornin’ beautiful.” I said,groggily. “Mornin’ handsome.” She mumbled. I pulled away slightly and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. “Hi babe.” I said. “Oh, morning breath.” She said and covered her nose. I giggled. “You’ve smelt in plenty of times.” I said. “Doesn’t mean I’m used to it.” She said and giggled. I laughed. I started to tickle her making her laugh loudly. “Ni-Nialler! Stop it!” She said through the laughs. I giggled and stopped placing a kiss on the bridge of her nose. I just continued to look at her with a smile on my lips. “Whaat?” She asked cutely, dragging the ‘a’. I giggled. “Nothing.” I sighed dreamily. She’ll never know how beautiful she is. In my eyes she’s the most beautiful on the inside and out. In my eyes she is absolutely amazing and I am so lucky to have her.  “I love you.” I said. “So much.” I added. She smiled and blushed. She always blushed when I say I love you, and it’s absolutely adorable. “I love you too.” She said, with her sweet smile. “So much.”  She added, These moments are perfect, absolutely perfect. 

First Kiss

“Nialler!” I squealed and he suddenly hugged me, pulling me to his side. “Sorry princess.” He said.  We were at his for a movie night and he was being very playful. He sat me on his lap and kissed my cheek. “It’s so hard to watch a movie because of you.” I giggled and kissed his forehead. “Well, I have an adorable girlfriend, it’s hard not to just cuddle you.” He said. I giggled and hugged him.

“You’re adorable too.” I said. We pulled away and he kissed my nose making me giggle. He smiled, just looking at me. “Y/N.” He said. “Yeah?” I asked. He leaned in and I swear I froze. Our noses were touching and he was looking at my lips while I was looking at his eyes. Oh my goodness he’s going to kiss me! 

This is our first kiss together. He looked at me and grinned, One hand cupping my face and caressing my cheek. Our lips millimeters apart. “You’re so beautiful.” He mumbled against my lips before giving me a proper soft and passionate kiss. I swear I felt like I was walking on air when we kissed. I felt like my heart was soaring, butterflies in my stomach and tingly all over. 

We pulled away after what felt like hours of kissing but was only a mere minute. We smiled at each other, I was blushing. He kissed my forehead. “That was an amazing kiss.” I said still smiling because of it. “It was.” He said. “You’ll have to get used to me kissing you a lot.” He said. I giggled. “I wouldn’t mind at all.” I said quickly kissing him. 

He smiled. We continued to watch movies and stole a few kisses from each other. I can say it was one of the best dates I’ve ever had. 

Husbandry: Iwaizumi

It was the dead of night. Your shared bedroom bathed in the night, light speckling from the nightlife in Tokyo. It was perfectly peaceful, and ever since you had found out you were pregnant with Hajime's child, was the perfect condition for you to have a restful sleep. The temperature exactly how you wanted it, the right amount of blanket, and of course, your sleeping husband's chest to rest your head. And yet, you lay wide awake.

You sigh, turning the other way, hoping it would magically put you to sleep. It didn't. All you could focus on was your stomach eating itself in hunger. You hadn't expected your appetite to increase this much so fast, but instead of eating for two you, it was more like a small villiage. You curse yourself, giving into temptation of the beast in your stomach and move to get up. "Hm? Where are you going?" Your husband's voice is rough with sleep as he squints at you. You look at him somewhat sheepily before whispering back, "I'm just getting something to eat, go back to sleep" With a kiss to his forehead. You, thinking that would be all, are shocked when you still feel his hand pulling you back. "Hold on." He grunts as he also moves to get out of bed. You're quick to stop him, "Oh, no you don't have to-"

"Can I not feed my wife and kid?" He asks gently in your ear, giving you a kiss on the side of the head before taking you to the kitchen, heart fluttering in your chest so hard you could feel it.

Can you do fav positions with meian shugo 😔🥹

Your wish is my command... ~~

At the peak of masculinity, there was Meian Shugo. Not only was he disturbingly handsome, as well as an incredible athlete, he was also responsible, dependable, and one of the kindest people you had ever met.

That said, one of things you never expected him to love so much was eating you out.

Sure, you had been with other guys before, and they always begrudgingly did it, mostly for you to end up reciprocating but with Meian…

“Oh, fuck!” You hissed at a particularly harsh suck at your clit, Meian’s eyes watching you with a keenness, as if he’s analyzing your reactions to perfect his technique. Your hands immediately reach for his hair, grabbing it at the root and giving it a slight tug, to which he groans into your pussy, the vibrations making you shiver.

He doesn’t let up, going from rubbing tight circles with his tongue to giving full licks, you feel your legs tense up, going to squeeze your thighs from the overwhelming sensation. Meian stops this though, his hands going to your thighs and holding them down to make sure you’re exactly how he wants too.

“How do you taste better every time?” He asks in between kissing your inner thighs, and you don’t even have the words to answer him, responding with moans and mumbles. He chuckles at your half-ass response, moving one of his hands from your plush thighs to your twitching hole. His fingers circle it, causing you to take a breath and instinctively arch your back. “Please, Meian…” You panted, wanting him more than ever. He absolutely adored when you called his name, something about the way you said it…

It always drove him wild.

“Such a good girl.” He hissed, feeling the pain of his incredible hard cock pulse. But it wasn’t about him.

It was about you.

With that, he pushes two fingers in your pussy, curling his fingers just right to hit your g-spot. That, paired with a couple sucks of your clit, you were a lost cause.

You cum with a scream of his name, and he proceeds to slurp up every drop of you. After all, Meian loved the way you tasted.

You come down from your high sweaty and exhausted, and you only close your eyes for a second before you feel a strong pull and you and Meian are hip to hip, his hard cock pressing hard against your stomach. “You didn’t think we were done did you?”

Favourite Positions: Tsukishima

Kei has always loved your ass.

Even before you were together, he never could stop himself from sneaking a glimpse and hating how good your ass looked in your uniform as you stormed away from him. The shape, the perkiness, everything about it drove him crazy.

Probably why he loved fucking you from behind.

“Kei…!” Your voice is muffled from the bed, but your pleasure could be heard loud and clear as he piled into you. The room filled with the sound of his hips slapping your ass, with Kei reveling in the recoil with each thrust. “Sorry, I can’t hear you. What?” Kei purposefully evens his voice to sound unbothered, even though he himself is fighting the urge to groan. He loved teasing you like this, and he could tell you loved it too, considering the squeezes you keep giving him. “Keep going!” You managed to squeal out, turning your head to the side. Kei then stops abruptly, just long enough to hear your whimpers and whines before he smacks your ass, grabbing it at its fleshiest. “Is that how we ask?” Kei knew his tone was cocky, and even though that’s what made you hate him in the first place, it was also what made you jump into bed with him. “Please! Fuck me!” The desperation in your voice is something Kei would definitely bring back up later, but that didn’t mean he could wait anymore either. With a growl, he watched you writhe under him as he plowed as deep as he could, and with a shout you were cumming. Kei gives you a second to breathe, his hard cock slipping out of you making you flop onto the bed like an exhausted fish. He wastes no more time though, grabbing your ass all the while jerking himself off with other hand. It’s not long before he finishes too, his hot cum spurting all over your ass and back. The room settles, a musk weighing heavy in the air. There’s only breathing before Kei can’t help himself. “Seems like you needed that.” “Fuck off.”

[dni minors, dni blogs that have no 18+ age listed in their bio] astarion x trans man! reader/tav /// smut, dysphoria comfort, reader's chest is un-described and untouched, reader has a vulva, soft dom top astarion, bottom reader

whenever there's a day when you feel off, wrong, you're hyper aware of your body and how it doesn't feel right to you, he'll notice. perhaps not at first, but the way your posture is different, the way you reject and shy away from his touch, don't flush or scowl at his flirting.

it's late when he decides he has to ask you what's wrong, him not being used to having others to care about, to worry for.

"have i done something wrong?" his voice is quiet and yet it startles you from your thoughts.

"no? no, of course no," guilt festers in you. "i'm sorry."

"there's no need to apologise, darling. as i've been told by someone quite dear to me, there's nothing wrong with not wanting to be touched."

"it's not that. i do, i," you breathe. "i want you to touch me quite badly."

"then i don't understand."

his fingers twitch, wanting to reach for you as your eyes flicker to the mirror across the room.

"when you look at me... what do you see? that is, i mean... you could have anyone you wanted, and i know what you'll say to that. and i believe you. that you want me. i just, sometimes it's hard thinking about the men you've been with, hells just men in general, and then... how they compare to... me. because sometimes, sometimes it's hard to see myself as... as..."

you trail off, aware of your shaking breath, aware of the wetness on your eyelashes, aware that you want to bury yourself against him but find yourself scared.

just as you start to wonder if you've ruined something, his hands hover by your face, not touching, waiting. and so you nod, and his he cups his palms against your cheeks, tilting your head to look at him.

"my sweet boy."

those words and his voice make everything the smallest bit better, you hold back a sob and place your head into the crook of his neck. him calling you a boy both soothing and comforting, but also always slightly arouses you.

"you know i love you? exactly as you are, because of who you are."

"i know."

he raises one of your hands to his lips and kisses it.

"would you let me show you?"

he's not used to being so careful with someone else, not that he hasn't been gentle before but it's never been out of his own desire to cherish the person he's with. but perhaps he can understand, in his own way, feeling disconnected to your own body.

"you're such a handsome man, such a pretty boy. and aren't i ever so lucky. when i was a child i would fantasize about some dashing prince, but i could have never imagined i'd find one like you. you're far lovelier than any dream. you're real. and for some unknown reason managed to see something good in me. you're the most incredible person i've ever met, and i'm going to help you see that."

your shirt stays on if you wish it, as much as he loves every inch of your body, and will continue to regardless of if it stays as it is, or if parts of it change. but he wants you to be comfortable.

he kisses you, trailing down from your lips to your neck, never meaning to get carried away there but always does. you find it hard to mind though as he kisses, teeth nipping but not drinking, leaving faint little marks. he likes leaving marks on you, a reminder that you're here, that you're proud to be with him.

his hands slide down your sides, over your stomach, they pull at the laces of your trousers, sliding them off you legs, leaving your bottom half bare, waiting for his attention.

you flush as he maintains eye contact with you as he slides a hand under your ankle, then down your leg as his mouth moves with it, kissing you calf, next to your knee, up your thigh. and if there's more to grab there, he reveals in it, adoring any curves, your softness. he pauses when he reaches the top of your thigh and chuckles, smirks to himself

"such a sensitive boy, i haven't even touched you anywhere intimate yet and look," you gasped as he glides a couple of fingers between your folds and then holds them up. "already wet for me."

he slides his fingers back against you, teasing around you before thrusting in, curling them upwards as he lowers his head.

"we get be neglecting your cock can we darling? it's straining so hard. and just because it looks different than mine, doesn't make it less of a cock, does it?"

he stays blinking up at you until he realise he wants an answer and you shake your head no.

"good boy, that's right," he purrs and you want to feel condescended, but you just whine, flushing hot, wanting to be good for him, wanting to be his good boy, wanting him to call you that again. "and what shall we do with your pretty cock? shall i suck you off?"

you nod your head, eyes pleading with him and he laughs, not to make fun of you, but because your neediness, your eagerness for him endears him.

"very well then," his lips close around your cock, sucking and suctioning while his fingers continue to stroke inside you, your hands slip into his hair and tug accidentally and he moans around you.

"cheeky boy," he pulls back. "do you wish to come like this or..."

"fuck me," you say, and then. "please? please, astarion, i need you."

astarion always flushes when you tell him you need him. he slides up your body, "i suppose i shouldn't tease, you've been deprived of my touch all week, my poor boy thinking he didn't deserve this. don't worry, i'll fuck you like need."

his cock slips between you, holding you close, kissing your neck, hands stroking your waist as he pushes inside of you,

"that's it, such a good boy. always taking me so well," he loses control of his voice as he fucks you, murmuring praises as his hips snap against you, letting you tug him up to kiss you, pressing one of your hands down into the pillow so he can hold it.

he tells you that you're a good as you both come, he tells you that you're a good boy as you twitch, oversensitive, as he cleans you off, and he tells you that you're a good boy as you drift off in his arms.

If I Open the Door To Heaven Or Hell 6/? [Wally Clark/Reader]

Summary: Wally's reunion brings past regrets and unwelcome visitors. Word Count: 2.7k Author's Note: So, I got sick and I got depressed and it took me a little while to get here, but thank you to everyone for being so patient with me waiting on the next update!

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The aftermath of visiting your scar still weighed heavily on your mind days later. Wally had done everything in his power to help you, but you knew there was only so much he could do for you. The only person who could help you come to terms with what you suffered was you.  

And you just weren’t ready yet. 

It didn't help that Mr. Martin had found a way to jump into a body and escape the school. Now, there was no way to know if he would ever be back or if he was going after Janet. Maddie was worried about her friends and if she would ever manage to get her body back. All of you were worried about Janet and Maddie, since Mr. Martin posed the greatest threat to both. Everyone had been trying to theorize what Mr. Martin wanted with the keys and the scars, but no one knew enough to try to fit all the puzzle pieces together yet.  

Now, you were sitting at a table that had been set out for Wally's reunion. He was so psyched about it that you hated you were having a hard time pulling yourself out of your misery. Even though Wally had assured you over and over and showed you just how much he cared about you, you still couldn't shake the insecurity you felt every time you saw Wally and Maddie interact. It also didn't help that your mind was consumed with what happened in your scar.  

The others had been careful around you. It wouldn't have been so weird if Rhonda hadn't been practically gentle with you. Rhonda was usually the type to not sugarcoat anything. The fact that she was trying to comfort you felt odd, but you didn't know how to tell Rhonda that she was freaking you out. She was a good friend, and you knew she would always have your back, but you didn't know how to handle a different side of her.  

You had also managed to catch the end of an argument between Wally and Rhonda not long after you sought out the others once you were ready to leave the tech booth. Charley had pulled you aside, asking if everything was alright. Quinn had surprised you with a hug and Maddie had wondered why you went into your scar. You couldn't tell her it was because of how jealous you got seeing her with Wally, so you only shrugged your shoulders and returned the nod of solidarity Yuri aimed at you. 

As you walked back towards Wally and Rhonda, you overheard what Rhonda was telling him.  

"--you have any idea how that feels? She went into her scar because you ran after Maddie." 

"I know, I know," Wally assured Rhonda. "Don't you think I feel terrible enough about that without you here busting my ass over it?" 

Rhonda pulled the ever-present lollipop out of her mouth and pointed it at Wally. "Just think about what you're doing next time. Maybe instead of running off and playing around in the pool with another girl, you bring your girlfriend with you." 

"Maddie and I were just blowing off steam," Wally defended himself. "I would never do anything to hurt Y/N." 

"And yet you did," Rhonda pointed out with an arched brow. She brushed past Wally, leaving you to finally finish approaching him.  

Wally's eyes lit up once he noticed you. "Hey, how about we get out of here, huh? I think we've earned some time just the two of us. They've had enough of us for now. I want you all to myself," he told you before he tugged you forward into a kiss.  

It didn't take you long to realize that Rhonda's words must have struck a chord, because he was practically glued to your side after she spoke to him.  

You thought maybe Rhonda was being a little too harsh on Wally. But once the adrenaline had faded, you found it hard to stay positive. Quinn said you were in a funk, but you just felt downright depressed. Reliving your death had been hard on you and you were having a difficult time shaking all the negative thoughts and feelings that had risen since confronting it.  

Now, you were sitting in the library where the reunion was being held and trying to find the energy to be excited for Wally.  

Rhonda and Quinn were off to the side, talking about something you couldn't overhear. Charley was sitting on the stairs leading up to where the DJ booth had been set up while Wally flipped through records that had been left in a crate. You didn't know where Yuri or Maddie were, but you figured they would show up eventually.  

You listened to the others talking, not really paying enough attention to discern what they were speaking about and even managed to bring up a reluctant smile hearing Wally sass Rhonda after mentioning something about a girdle.  

"Oh, shit!" You heard Wally exclaim, abruptly forcing you out of your thoughts as he pulled a record out of the crate. "No way," he breathed as he brought up the record to show it off. "David Bowie. Y'all! We are so back," he said before he bounded up the stairs towards the turntable.  

You met Rhonda's gaze and caught her rolling her eyes, but you noticed the hint of a smile on her lips. Even when she was annoyed with Wally, she couldn't quite resist his infectious enthusiasm.  

Wally put the record on, letting Bowie's 'Let's Dance' fill the room. Wally's routine was something you had grown accustomed to over the years. Usually, you joined in, finding joy in Wally's excitement and letting yourself get easily roped in to the dance. But this time, you just weren't feeling it and that only made you feel worse.  

Still, Wally tried, pointing at you and pretending to try to reel you in, but you stayed in your seat, refusing to move. You felt a pang of guilt when you noticed his obvious disappointment, but he turned towards Charley, silently respecting your wish to be left alone. It didn't take long before Charley was going through the moves Wally had coached you all through years before, a delighted grin on his face as he danced.  

While Wally worked through his routine, you noticed the way his attention kept straying back to you. It was like he was checking in on you and the thought brought a slight smile to your lips. Even when he was having the time of his life, he was still worried about you.  

You were content to sit at the table, your chin propped up on your hand while you watched him dance. You weren’t surprised that it was lifting your spirits to see Wally so in his element. You couldn't help but think that if he hadn't been thrown into football, then maybe he would have enjoyed being a theater kid.  

You watched Rhonda and then Quinn join the dance. Rhonda never missed a step, but while Quinn was new to the routine, her eagerness to be part of the group more than made up for it.  

Any sense of lingering despair was swept away when you watched the way Wally spun away from the group. He was still moving to the music, but he had deviated from his usual routine. He threw in a slide where he usually had a hip thrust and a shoulder shimmy where he would have moonwalked. He threw a smirk and a wink in your direction, and it was then you realized that this year Wally wasn't dancing for himself.  

He was dancing for you.  

That more than anything had you finally getting out of your seat. You caught the delighted grin on Wally's face before he reached a hand out towards you. You let yourself put your hand in his, letting out a surprised laugh when he immediately reeled you in only to spin you out again. He kept his grip on your hand tight, like he was worried you would try to leave, before he pulled you back towards him.  

His lips met yours, the kiss turning desperate and intense within a moment. All you could do was hold on, your fingers digging into his shoulders, as Wally poured everything he had into the kiss.  

It was fear and despair and joy and want. It swept you along with everything Wally had been trying to show you for days now.  

It was love.  

"Fuck," you gasped when you turned your head to the side to break the kiss.  

You felt his smirk against the side of your face. "Later," he promised, hiding a kiss against the skin beneath your ear.  

"That was awesome!" Quinn exclaimed, drawing your attention. "You do that every year?" She directed at Rhonda, a grin on her face.  

"Every year," Rhonda drawled, shooting a look at Wally that was equal parts annoyed and fond.  

"We should go again," Quinn decided, already bounding towards the DJ setup to restart the song.  

“Quinn,” Rhonda groaned, following her like she was thinking about stopping her.  

Later, you dressed up for Wally's big night and met him at the doors of the library.  

"Damn," Wally sighed, looking you up and down. "How'd I get so lucky?" 

You rolled your eyes, resisting the urge to tell him that if anyone was lucky, it was you. "Sap," you accused, because you didn't know how else to respond.  

Wally grinned at you and held his arm out, letting you hook your hand around his elbow. "Before I forget," he said, reaching out to open the door. "We're playing wingman for Charley." 

"Charley?" You asked, surprised that he was finally making his move. "Yuri?" You guessed, thinking of all the times Charley blushed around Yuri and how he couldn't keep his eyes off him.  

"Yup," Wally answered, leading you into the library. "Promised not to let him embarrass himself. So, I might need your help running interference later."  

"Got it," you agreed, offering him a tentative smile. Wally's dance and the promise of a date night had gone a long way towards lifting your mood, but you were still trying to shake the last vestiges of sadness that still clung to you.  

Wally leaned over to press a kiss to your temple before he led you into the library.  

You let Wally get you a glass of punch and watched him reunite with some of his former classmates. He looked so happy to be remembered by the class of '84 that you almost didn't realize anything was wrong at first. You had been in the middle of talking Charley up to Yuri, even though you were sure from the way Yuri looked at Charley that it was completely unnecessary.  

It took you entirely too long to realize what the two guys were saying about Wally. Wally's crestfallen expression was enough to get you at his side. You also didn't miss the way Charley was carefully not looking at Wally.  

"Look, it's alright," Charley told Wally when he tried to apologize. "It was forty years ago. You don't have to be sorry." 

"But--" Wally started, before Yuri placed a hand on Charley's shoulder.  

"How about a dance?" He asked, nodding towards the couples who had taken over the space in front of the stage. A slow song was playing and the couples were all swaying along to the melody.  

"Okay, yeah, I'd love that," Charley answered, handing you his drink before letting Yuri lead him towards the dance floor.  

Wally kept glancing at Charley and Yuri, as if he was worried something bad would happen. You knew that Wally had been a different person when he was alive. But the Wally you knew now wasn't anything like him. He had grown and started to accept that he didn't have to only see himself as the guy he was before he died. The fact he was obviously so torn up over his past actions was testament to that.  

You were briefly distracted by Mr. Anderson showing up to wreak havoc on a reunion full of people who couldn't even see him. When you glanced back at Charley and Yuri, it was to see Charley putting distance between them.  

You weren't sure why Charley looked so distressed, but when he pulled away from Yuri and walked away, you tried to find out what was wrong.  

"Hey," you called, turning to look at Charley as he passed you. "What's wrong?" 

"It's just...," he sighed before he shook his head and walked away. His jaw was clenched, and you noticed how tensed his shoulders were. Yuri looked just as lost as you felt when you glanced back at him.  

Wally watched Charley leave the library. He looked worried, but he stayed rooted to the spot, even though it was obvious he wanted to go after him.  

"Wally," you whispered, reaching out to put a hand on his shoulder.  

Wally turned to look at you. "Babe, I'm not like that anymore," he promised, gesturing towards the guys who were now commenting on the woman who was announcing something onstage. "I would never hurt Charley. I would never let anyone hurt him. I'd beat the shit out of them for laying a finger on him." 

"I know," you assured him, letting your hand find his to hold onto. "Charley knows that too." 

"But, I guess," Wally continued, glancing again at the guys who had brought up Wally's past. "I guess I was that guy. And that's how they remember me. I was no better than the people who hurt Charley." 

"You've changed," you reminded him. "You're one of the best people I've ever met and that's for a reason, Wally." 

Wally nodded his head, but he still looked like he was struggling with himself.  

"Go find Charley," you urged him. "I think you two need to talk this out." You knew that Charley would need a friend now more than anything and Wally needed to prove to himself that he could be that friend.  

Wally looked unsure and still didn't budge.  

"It'll be fine," you promised him. "Trust me," you added, pressing a kiss to his cheek.  

Wally nodded his head, offering you an unsure smile, before he left in search of Charley.  

"You're good for him," Yuri observed.  

You startled, glancing at him over your shoulder. "You're good for Charley," you shot back. "He just gets a little nervous. Give him time." 

Yuri nodded his head, looking thoughtful. "I've got time," he assured you before taking Charley's drink back from you.  

You watched Yuri take a sip of the drink. "You know if you ever hurt him, though, I'll kill you. Forget that, Wally will kill you." 

It wasn't much of a threat when you were all already dead. But Charley was your friend and you would do anything for him. He deserved happiness and if Yuri was the one who could provide it for him, then you wanted to make sure it stuck. 

"I know," Yuri claimed, "but he won't have to. I only want what's best for Charley."  

"Good," you told him. "Keep it that way."  

You were going to ask Yuri if he wanted to see how Wally and Charley were doing when your attention was caught by someone across the room. She was leaving the library, slipping out of the room with a quick look over her shoulder.  

 It took you a moment to recognize her, but when you did, you felt like the whole world had stopped. Suddenly, your hands were shaking and you felt like everything was collapsing around you. It had been years since you saw her, but you knew you would never forget that face. 

You felt your mind race in several different directions as you found yourself rushing to follow her. Yuri called your name, but you ignored him. You didn’t know why she was here, but all you could think about was figuring out the reason. You wanted her out, gone, but there wasn’t much you could do about that now that you were dead. 

As you left the library in pursuit of her, there were really only three questions you desperately needed answered on your mind. 

Why the hell would she come back?  

How could she show her face here after what she did?  

And lastly, did she feel any remorse for killing you?  

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If I Open the Door To Heaven Or Hell 5/? [Wally Clark/Reader]

Summary: Wally tries to break you out of your scar. Word Count: 2k Author's Note: This chapter is from Wally's POV.

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Wally didn't know how they ended up here. One moment, he was joking around with Maddie, glad to finally get a smile on her face after she had been so hurt to hear Janet having successfully infiltrated her old life, and the next he was watching Y/N standing there in front of that damn door. He didn't know why she would stand where she had sworn never to go. But there she was in front of her scar with her jacket in hand ready to face her demons. 

He froze, prompting Maddie to stop at his side.  

"Y/N," he tried, hoping not to spook her into action. If he played this right, then maybe he could get her to back away from the door. "What are you doing?" 

Maddie shot him a confused look before finally looking down the hallway to see what had caught his attention. It didn't take her long to get it.  

"Is that--?" 

"It's her scar," Wally answered, not daring to take his eyes off Y/N.  

He noticed the way Y/N was tensed, ready to act, which meant he only had a moment to get to her. He took off running, making good use of all of the training he never wanted when he was alive but desperately needed now to sprint down the hallway.  

Y/N opened the door to her scar and stepped inside, the door shutting behind her. He hit the door only a moment after it closed. He tried the doorknob, but when the door opened, there was only an empty bathroom.  

"It doesn't work like that," Maddie informed him.  

"Well, something's got to work," he snapped, hitting his fist on the closed door. He rested his forehead against the door, wishing he had a solution.  

"Wally," Maddie started, before she stopped.  

"I just don't get it," he found himself saying. He tried the doorknob again, swinging open the door to an empty room. "I don't get it," he repeated before trying again and again to enter Y/N's scar and drag her out of there. "There's got to be a way to get to her." 

"Wally," Maddie said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "She's got to make it out on her own." 

"No," Wally denied, shaking his head. He kicked the door, wishing he could break it down. It would all just reset. He was useless in this situation. "When I was in my scar, she talked to me. She got me out of there. I was so...I was so," he tried again, but he couldn't get the words out. He was lost. Hurt. Terrified. But Y/N's voice had led him out of hell and right into her arms.  

"Look, maybe we should go get the others," Maddie suggested. "Maybe we can figure out why she went in there in the first place. Something must have happened." 

"You go," Wally urged, not taking his gaze off the door in front of him. Y/N was just on the other side. He swore he could feel her. But he couldn't get to her and he was so frustrated at the idea that he couldn't save her. "I'm not leaving her." 

Maddie stood there at his side for a moment before leaving him. Wally knew she was going to get the others, but he was glad she was gone. He didn't want anyone else around to witness his failure.  

Y/N was everything to him and now he couldn’t even save her. He knew what her scar held for her. His death had only been built on disappointment and the fear that he would never be able to shoulder the expectations others dropped on him. He had gone to his afterlife feeling like he wasn't enough.  

But Y/N had her life ripped away from her by someone who wasn't worth impressing at all. Y/N had died scared and alone, not surrounded by teammates and a crowd. No one had been there to watch her fall into the afterlife except for the person who gave her the push.  

He wouldn't have her go through that again. His scar had been bad enough, but hers was just downright cruel.  

He didn't understand why she would want to put herself in that situation again. He didn't get why she would want to relive her death. All he wanted to do was pull her into his arms and protect her from the pain.  

All he really wanted was her. Her laugh and the smile she gave him when she was proud of him. The way having her anywhere near him drove him absolutely crazy, because he just wanted to touch her. And when she didn't even notice he was watching her, the way she viewed the world around her. Even in death, she was curious and bright, lighting up the darkness he felt inside and banishing it with just a look at him.  

"Y/N," he tried again, resisting the urge to try to open the door again. "Can you hear me?"  

God, he hoped she could hear him. He didn't want her to be alone. Not now. Not ever again.  

He remembered when Y/N died. The way all the other students talked about it like it was such a tragedy even though they didn’t really know her. How the girl who had bullied Y/N to death was expelled. How he watched them march her out of the school and how much he hated her even then for damning someone else to an eternity at the school. He remembered the way the teachers referred to Y/N as 'that poor girl.' How her mother cried knowing that she would never see her daughter again. How her little brother stood there, confused about why his sister would never go home again.  

"Y/N, get out of there! Just come on. Please," he pleaded, hoping she could hear him. He put a hand on the door, trying to sense her on the other side.  

He remembered when no one came to remember her on the anniversary of her death. She faded away into anonymity. Just a story for anyone looking to spook a freshman about the bathroom on the second floor with the flickering lights. It was only a dying bulb, but that didn't stop a senior from using Y/N's death as a scare tactic.  

 She didn’t get a stadium named after her. She didn’t get people reminiscing over her achievements. All she got was an abandoned memorial sight and no one left to mourn her. 

She sat and waited and no one came for her. No family. No friends. But he was still there. He would have done anything to show her she wasn't alone. They were the same now. Left to forever roam the halls of Split River High in the hopes that maybe one day, something would change.  

He always assumed that something would be crossing over.  

He didn't realize that something would be Y/N.  

"I don't know why you wanted to do this, but please just come out." He stood there on the other side of the door, waiting for any sign from her. "I'm right here for you. I'm not going anywhere."  

As far as he was concerned, she was never going anywhere without him again. If this is what it led to, then he would stick as close to her as she would let him.  

He knew she didn't get really get how much she meant to him. Sometimes, he felt like he was being pulled in so many different directions. He had to help Maddie and he had to be there for Charley and he had to keep Rhonda from being too Rhonda.  

But Y/N had become his rock. His foundation. With her, he felt like he was whole again. Without her, he didn't know what he would do. She had a way of keeping him steady when he felt like he was going to fall. He hated the thought that maybe he hadn't done the same for her.  

"Please, babe," he breathed, both his hands on the door now with his forehead resting against the wood. "You don't need to do this. You don't need to relive it." 

He couldn't wait any longer. He had to do something now. So, he did the only thing he could think to do. He threw himself against the barrier keeping him from Y/N. He hit it and kicked it and slammed into it like it was an enemy he could try to defeat. He would fight his way to her if he had to.  

He didn't know what she was going through. The silence coming from the other side of the door only served to spur him on, because he wanted to hear her voice. He needed to know that she was okay. His scar had been so twisted and horrifying and he hated that she was going through the same thing.  

"Whatever's going on in there, it's not real. You are real." He needed her to know that she wasn't that person anymore. She wasn't whatever she would see in that bathroom. She was so much more. "You don't deserve whatever's happening," he added, hoping she knew it was the truth.  

More silence. More stillness.  

He tried opening the door again, but the scene was still the same.  

He hit the door again and again, not letting him think about the pain. "Babe? Babe!" He tried, wishing he could find a way to get through to her.  

He was going to make a last-ditch effort to rush the door. He took a few steps back, ready to try to break it down, when it suddenly opened. Y/N rushed out of the bathroom and slammed the door closed behind her.  

She was standing there, watching him with such a tormented expression that he felt like he was dying all over again. All he could think was that he had failed her. But he would never do that again.  

She suddenly ripped off her jacket and threw it back down the hallway. He only had a moment to realize what would happen before she was throwing herself at him. He fell to the floor, unprepared, and she went with him. She was clinging to him like she never wanted to let go and as far as he was concerned, she never had to.  

He managed to sit up, pulling her up with him. She had her face hidden in his neck and her arms were squeezing him so tight it was nearly painful. He didn't know if she would ever be ready to talk about what she just faced, but he would be there for her. He didn't plan on going anywhere. At least not without her.  

"I'm here," he assured her. "I'm not going anywhere. You're safe. You're out."  

He kept trying to soothe the pain she felt. It was all he could do. From the way she was holding onto him, he knew that more than anything, she just needed to know that she wasn't back in that bathroom, about to die all over again.  

He wasn't sure how long they sat like that before he caught movement at the end of the hallway. It was Maddie returning with Charley, Rhonda, and Quinn in tow. Y/N hadn't even noticed them, she was so lost in her grief and fear. He knew she wouldn't want an audience for what she was going through. It was bad enough they had witnessed this much.  

He waved them off, hoping they got the hint. Charley immediately started herding Maddie and Quinn away. Quinn shot a confused, inquisitive look back, but she kept walking. Rhonda lingered behind, watching the scene before her with a set to her jaw that told him she was oddly pissed off about something.  

He didn't know if it was because Wally wouldn't let her be there for her friend or she was mad that Y/N had gone into her scar. Either way, he shook his head, waiting for her to finally turn away before he gave Y/N all of his attention again.  

He didn't have all the answers. He didn't know what was running through her mind.  

But he did know one thing.  

He would wait for her.  

For whatever she needed from him, he would be there. And he wasn't going anywhere without her. 

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Author's Note: Next up, Wally's reunion!

If I Open the Door To Heaven Or Hell 4/? [Wally Clark/Reader]

Summary: You confront your scar. Word Count: 2k Author's Note: This chapter contains bullying and how reader died as a result of that bullying. Read On AO3 // Part One // Part Two // Part Three

You hesitated once you stepped into the bathroom, keeping your back pressed to the closed door behind you. Everything was washed in a red glow that lent an eeriness to the scene before you.  

You gripped your jacket tight in your hands before slipping it on. You figured you didn't want to risk dropping it even if it would make things harder on you later. You took a deep breath and forced yourself forward.  

The smell of cigarette smoke stopped you in your tracks.  

"What are you doing in here, freak?"  

You closed your eyes, taking a moment to try to center yourself. You hadn't heard that voice since you were alive.  

"Well? You going to stand there all day with that stupid look on your face?" 

You shook your head, taking another step into the bathroom. It gave you a better view of her. The one who had killed you. The one who had ripped everything away from you, leaving you to haunt the school forever. 

You knew how this was all going to play out. The girl who had bullied you mercilessly for years would end up being your downfall. You should have never stepped foot in this bathroom.  

She was leaning against the wall by the window. She had managed to crack it open and was letting smoke drift outside. It did nothing to cover the smell.  

"God, look at you. What a fucking idiot," she sneered before tapping her cigarette against the windowsill.  

You could feel panic building inside you. Your hands were shaking and you felt like you were frozen to the spot.  

After you died, she had been expelled. You never had to see her again. But now here she was, ready to kill you all over again.  

"You're such a waste of space, you know that? It'd be better if you never existed."  

You didn't know how to react to the words. Those weren't the same ones she spat at you the day you died. She was going off-script, which terrified you even more. Anything could happen now. 

"You can't even speak, huh?" She asked, finally dropping her cigarette to the floor and crushing it beneath her boot heel. "Got nothing to say to me?" 

You didn't know how to speak. All you could think about was where this confrontation was heading and you didn't want to experience it all over again. You had been stupid to let your jealousy and insecurity drive you into this.  

She started approaching you and you felt like you were going to throw up.  

"Y/N!" You heard a faint voice call your name. "Can you hear me?" 

You briefly turned towards the bathroom door, shocked to hear the muffled voice of Wally. He sounded far away and not like he was right on the other side of the door. But you could still hear him.  

Turning your attention away from her had been a mistake. Before you knew it, there was a harsh grip on your arm and you were being backed up into the wall beside the sinks.  

"I think," she started before popping a piece of gum into her mouth. "That this place would be a lot better without you here." She reached out and gripped your face tight, leaving the sting of her nails biting into your skin. She smacked her gum and grinned at you. "You got anything to say to that, freak? Or are you just going to stare at me?" 

You wanted to say or do anything, but you felt like you were frozen with fear.  

"Y/N, get out of there! Just come on. Please," you heard Wally beg.  

"You paying attention to me?" She wondered, pulling her hand back and slapping you.  

It jarred you out of your daze, leaving you to bring a hand up to cover your cheek.  

"I don't know why you wanted to do this, but please just come out. I'm right here for you. I'm not going anywhere." 

"You're so pathetic. No one's ever going to want such a freak, you know that, right? You're gonna be alone forever." 

"Please, babe," Wally pleaded, his voice wavering. "You don't need to do this. You don't need to relive it." 

You couldn't help but think about how Wally only pulled out the 'babe' pet name when he was really stressed about something.  

Another slap before she gripped your chin again, forcing you to look at her.  

"I should have made you eat that cigarette. Got a light? Maybe I can put this one out on that stupid jacket you love so much." 

You could hear someone pounding on the door now. It sounded as if someone was throwing themselves against it, attempting to break it down. 

"Whatever's going on in there, it's not real. You are real. You don't deserve whatever's happening," Wally continued to try to get through to you. He was out there doing his damnedest to break into your scar just to save you. You didn't know how you could have ever thought that Wally didn't want you anymore.   

"Or maybe," she continued, voice low, "I can stick it in your eye. Maybe that way you won't have to see how much we all hate you." 

You felt stuck between her disdain and Wally's desperation. It wasn't until you noticed her reaching for her pocket and slipping out a cigarette that you knew things were about to get worse.  

Suddenly, all you wanted was Wally and the promise of safety he offered. You used her distraction of lighting up again to rush past her, making for the bathroom door.  

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" She growled before you felt a hand tuck into the back collar of your jacket and pull.  

You knew what happened next, but you still weren't prepared for the fall. It felt endless as you struggled to stay upright, helpless against the pull of gravity. And then your head connected with the edge of the sink and you were on the floor.  

You stared up at the ceiling in a daze, because you didn't make it this far the first time. It was over before you could even hit the tiles. This was new territory and you didn’t know how to continue from here.  

You managed to push yourself to your feet and glanced down.  

Your body was on the floor. You were staring up at the ceiling, but you weren't blinking. You weren't even moving. There was a pool of blood forming beneath your head and your neck was bent at an unnatural angle and you couldn't take it anymore.  

You felt like there was something sharp twisting in your gut. You had never thought about what you might have looked like on that bathroom floor. Dead. Unresponsive. Gone forever.  

"What are you doing in here, freak?" She asked again and when you looked up, she was back over by the window, smoking.  

You glanced down at the floor, but your body was still there. The scene had reset, but the reminder of how all of this played out was staring sightlessly up at you.  

"Babe? Babe!" Wally was calling, still trying to break down the door.  

You felt a sob catch in your throat before you were throwing yourself at the bathroom door. You were so sure she was chasing you, intent on dragging you back down into the depths of your personal hell, but you didn't dare look back. You managed to open the door and slam it closed behind you.  

Wally was standing just in front of you. You weren't sure what he saw on your face, but the way his expression twisted from concern to horror had you feeling like someone had reached right inside your chest and was trying to tear out your heart. You ripped your denim jacket off and flung it down the hallway, never wanting to see it again.  

You threw yourself at Wally, taking both of you down to the floor. Wally had managed to sit up and you clung to him like he was your own personal savior. Your face was pressed to the crook of his neck and your arms were wrapped tight around his waist.  

He brought a hand up and smoothed it down your back.  

"I'm here," he promised. "I'm not going anywhere. You're safe. You're out." 

You weren't sure how long you sat there on the floor with Wally. At some point, he had begun to gently rock the both of you from side to side, his touch attempting to calm you as he whispered soothing words in your ear. His lips were brushing the shell of your ear and his hands were running along your back and sides and any part of you he could reach like he was trying to convince himself you were really there.  

"It was horrible," you finally muttered into his skin. "I was so stupid." 

"You're not stupid," Wally argued. "But why did you do that? You know how terrified I was seeing you walk in there?" 

"So stupid," you repeated before finally pulling away enough to meet Wally's eyes. "I saw you and Maddie in the pool." 

Wally's brow furrowed in confusion. "And that made you want to visit your scar?" 

"I thought you and Maddie...," you trailed off, not knowing how to continue. "I was jealous," you finally confessed. "And hurt. And stupid," you reiterated.  

"Oh," Wally said before he seemed to realize what you weren't saying. "Oh," he breathed. "Maddie and I were just goofing off. She needed a friend and I was being a friend. I didn’t mean it any other way." 

"I think I get that now," you sheepishly admitted. Wally had been trying to break into your scar just to drag you out. He was holding on to you now like you were the most important person to him and he was afraid you were going to slip away again. He looked at you like you were his everything.  

"No, look," he insisted, bringing his hands up to frame your face in them. You nearly flinched, thinking about the last person who had held your face. She had only touched you with malice, but Wally’s touch only made you feel loved. "I'm sorry if I hurt you. I would never in a million years ever want that and what we have is nothing like what I've got going on with Maddie or any of the others. You're the only one I've been kissing," he promised, his lips ticking up in a grin.  

"Okay," you agreed with a small nod of your head. 

"And I never want you to ever have to go back in there," he continued, glancing briefly at the bathroom door just over your shoulder.  

“Even if it helps Maddie?” You couldn’t help but check.  

“Never again,” Wally insisted, shaking his head. “You don’t know what that did to me. Seeing you walk in there. God, babe, I was so scared.” 

Wally was looking at you like he thought you had died all over again. In some ways, you supposed that was true.  

"I'm never going back in there," you promised him, hoping it was true. "It was--," you stopped before starting again. "And she--," you cut yourself off again. "It hurt," you finally settled on. It had also put things into perspective for you.  

"It'll get better," Wally promised. "I'm here for you and our friends are here for you too. I'm not saying you won't ever think about it again, but I'll do my best to distract you." 

You let your forehead rest against Wally's, taking a moment to simply look at him. The whole night had been a real rollercoaster of emotion and now you felt exhausted. There was really only one thing you wanted at the moment and that was Wally.  

So, you moved to stand up, reaching down to help him to his feet.  

"Want to pay another visit to the tech booth?" You asked, hoping he knew what you were really asking.  

The tech booth offered privacy and a comfortable couch and a place to revisit better memories. All it needed now was you and Wally.  

Wally grinned before placing a brief kiss to your lips.  

"Hell yeah," he agreed, reaching down and taking your hand in his. "I go where you go. Let's get the hell out of here."  Taglist: @morallygrayboys @loudtalehologram @hey-its-roseaurum @doves1120 @benjiiiisstuff

Author's Note: So, the next chapter is already written! It's this chapter but from Wally's POV, because I wanted to show what he was going through during this. It'll be posted next Wednesday or Thursday! If you want to be tagged, just let me know!

Ben!Roger Taylor x Reader

Anon: Heyyyy since you are taking requests, I’ve been wanting to see a Ben!roger x reader when he tells her that Freddie has been diagnosed with AIDS and how they cope together

A/N: So this is gonna be real sad, just prepare.

3rd person POV

As soon as Y/N saw the clock strike 1 am, she knew something was wrong. Roger was never home past 12:50 unless she was with him. Where was he?

She called the guys’ houses. No answer. She called the studio. They had left earlier.

She waited for hours until she heard the front door open. There were some loud footsteps and what sounded like furniture shifting. Y/N got off of the couch where she had been sitting, only to have Roger stumble around the corner.

She couldn’t figure out if he was drunk or tired or both. But, when Roger wrapped his arms around Y/N, she could see tears running down his face. He could barely keep himself standing. A sobbing Roger was not a common sight.

Y/N dragged Roger to the couch as best she could. She couldn’t stand seeing him like this. His slumped form on the couch still shook as he cried.

Sitting down on the couch, Y/N leaned into Roger and let him lay his head on her shoulder. From the moment Y/N sat down, Roger held onto her and wouldn’t let go.

“Rog love, do you want to tell me what happened?”

“I-he-it was just...”

“You never cry Rog, what’s wrong?”

Roger could barely get out a word without a sob racking body.

“It’s Fred.”

“Oh.”

“He’s...he’s got it.”

“What?”

“He’s sick Y/N.”

She wasn’t expecting that. Poor Freddie. Now not only was Roger crying, Y/N was beginning to let a few tears fall.

She could have tried being strong for Freddie and for Roger, but she too let herself collapse into Roger and cry.

“Y/N he’s got to get better. He just has to. I know he will.”

Y/N didn’t answer. They both knew the truth. But in that moment it was just quiet. It was better to be quiet.

They didn’t have to accept it yet.

“I’m so sorry Rog.”

“I am too love.”

They knew he wasn’t getting better. They feared the inevitable. But rather than discussing anything, they just held each other and didn’t let go. They never wanted to let go.

In The Dark (Jack Kline x OFC/Reader)

A/N: So, I actually thought of this idea about two nights ago when our electricity went out, during a big wind storm. Idaho rarely gets those, but I am kind of glad that I did. If there wasn’t a windstorm then I wouldn’t have come up with this idea for @carry-on-my-wayward-asbutt . Enjoy! 

Summary: Clo and Jack have liked each other ever since Clo was brought to the bunker to live with the Winchesters. Jack has always taken to a liking to Clo. He thinks that she is the most beautiful girl ever and has the most perfect spirit anyone has ever had. Clo loves how pure Jack is and how he tries to be like Castiel every day. One terrible, storm night, a windstorm comes into town and knocks all the lights out in the Bunker making it very hard to see. Clo comes up with an idea to find Jack in the darkness and finally tell him how she feels. Besides, telling your crush in the dark was always better anyway because if she gets rejected at least he won’t see her cry. So she hopes. 

Warning: None

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  The wind was howling through the pipes of the old building making it sound like as if someone was whistling through the whole building. This made Clo a bit unsettled in her stomach. She hated windstorms and being in an old building that could collapse any moment was not helping settle her stomach either. Sam had said that The Bunker was built to last, but she just was not convinced. She probably would never be convinced, seeing that she had a past with being in old collapsible buildings. That’s how her parents died and just the thought made her shutter at what could happen tonight. 

   She set her book down, that just had  her attention a moment ago and got up to go to the kitchen. It was nearly eleven at night and she felt like she could go for a snack at the moment. She headed out of her room and started her way down the old hallway. She was so amazed every time she went down this hallway. It reminded her of the time that she spent with her parents, before their death in England. They use to stay at small bed and breakfasts where the hallways were similar to the ones in the bunker. Being in this hallway made her feel like she was with her parents again. 

   As she continued to walk down the hallway, she started to think about how good Sam and Dean had been to her. She had never met two more noble men in her life. They were literally the epitome of Superman and Batman. How did she meet them and get wound up in the hunter life with them? When she had just gotten back from a trip with a few friends from California, they had stopped at a national park. Unaware of the origins of the park, they decided to stay the night there. That was where it all started for her. Apparently there was a pack of werewolves that had settled in that park for centuries. That night, a few younger members had gotten to her friends, taking them out. Just when they were about to kill Clo, that’s when Sam and Dean showed up. After all that was over, it was Sam who had suggested she stay with them. Clo was a bit dumbfounded. First these two amazing men come and help her and then one of them suggests she stay with them? She wasn’t complaining at all and was in fact thrilled with the idea. What else was she supposed to do? She was out in the forest, literally in the middle of nowhere. Her friends had all just died and she really had no home to go to since the death of her parents. The house was sold and her only place to stay was her owned apartment. She definitely was not going back to her apartment. It would be just another reminder that she was alone again. She she said yes and they took her back to the bunker with them. She has been living here ever since. She looked back now, and wish that she hadn’t. If she would have know that the bunker would be one of her fears, then she would have just gone homeless. Oh well, beggars could not be choosers after all.  

   There was another gush of wind that went through the pipes as she entered the kitchen. Tonight was definitely going to be a long night. She opened up the refrigerator and pulled out a loath of bread, lettuce, tomatoes, cheese, and a couple slices of meat, cut up in a container. She set them on the table and started making her sandwich. At least her gourmet sandwich would help with her lousy stomach. 

   She began cutting the cheese, when she heard footsteps making their way into the kitchen. The sound stopped only just inches away from the table making Clo look up and meet eyes with the one and only man who could take her breath away. She tried to hide it though and tried answer with ease. “Hey Jack.” she said looking back down at her sandwich. “Hi Clo, how has your night been?” He asked. She smiled at his question. He too sweet for his own good. That made him even more pure. “Good, but the stupid wind is making my stomach uneasy, so that’s why I’m in the kitchen making myself a sandwich.” This made Jack tilt his head and look at her in confusion. “ Humans eat to help their stomachs are uneasy? Do stomachs have souls just like them? Is that why Dean is always eating?” Clo laughed at the last question. She looked at him and smiled. “ Jack, first off stomachs do not have souls and no that’s why Dean doesn’t eat. He eats because he’s basically in love with food. I mean if food was a girl then he would definitely date her. As for the food and everyone eating when they get uneasy part? I’m not sure. I just mean that I usually eat when i get uneasy.” Jack looked like a bulb went off in his head and just smiled. His next words made Clo almost choke on her food. 

   “I love that you eat when your stomach gets uneasy.” He said, like a little five year old. A piece of cheese that Clo had bee chewing on, made it’s way into her breathing socket, making her cough a few times. Eventually after the fourth cough, she was able to get it out. “A-are you okay Clo?” Jack asked, laced with concern in his voice. Clo just nodded and blinked her eyes a couple of times to hold back the tears that were threatening to make their way down her face. “Yeah Jack, I’m good.” Jack didn’t look convinced though. “I-I think I should get Cas, just to see if you are alright.” Clo grabbed him by the wrist and held it tight so he wouldn’t be able to go anywhere. This made Jack look at her in confusion. Clo made direct eye contact with him. “Don’t Jack. Really. I’m fine. You don’t need to get Castiel.” She gave him a smile for extra measure, just so he could believe her. He relaxed a bit and she let go of his wrist. 

   Just when Clo was about to make another comment about how she was fine, more wind rustled through the pipes in the ceiling and made the lights flicker. Four flickers later, and the lights were out. “Sammy!” came Dean’s voice. “Dean!” Shouted Sam in response. Large footsteps could be heard through the hallways. “Where are you?!” yelled Sam again. “ In my room!” Dean shouted back. “Where’s Clo and Jack?” Asked Sam. This made Clo perk up. “Right here in the kitchen, but it’s very dark!” She replied. She heard a chuckle from Dean. “Didn’t quite think it was Heaven, princess.” he called back. Clo just rolled her eyes at his stupid response and tried to find her way to the door, careful not to cut any of her fingers on the knife that was still on the counter. 

    She heard shuffling going in the opposite direction of the door. “Jack?” she called out. “Where are you going?” The shuffling stopped. “Going to see if I can get my phone.” came his response. She smiled at how gullible he was. “That’s good, but I think the door out of the kitchen is in the opposite direction of where you actually want to go. “ She said. She heard a little giggle come from his direction and the shuffling of feet coming back her way. “Thanks.” he replied with relief in his voice. 

   After a couple of minutes of shuffling, he was right by her side again. She heard some fidgeting coming from his end. Clo looked in the direction of where his body would be, if the lights were on. “Are you okay?” she asked. “Um, yeah. I just can’t really see anything.” He said, laughing a little. Clo smiled at his comment. “It’s okay, I can’t see either.” “I guess I won’t be getting my phone then, huh?” he asked. She giggled in response. “Probably not Jack.” 

  They could barely hear Sam and Dean anymore. Had they gone to go find light? Clo certainly hoped so. If they didn’t then she certainly would try to. She didn’t care how dark it was. She just wanted this windstorm to be over and the lights back on.  

   The wind blew loudly against the bunker, making it seem like they were out on sea, instead of land. Gusts banged at the windows and front door, sounding all through out the building. “ That wind seems pretty tough.” came Jack’s voice. Clo hummed in agreement. Silence fell between the two, making the wind the only sound that could be heard throughout The Bunker. Clo felt a hand slither it’s way into the palm of  her hand, squeezing it tight. The only person that was right beside her right now was Jack and the thought that he would initiate something like that made her heart beat faster. “Jack?” she asked a little baffled. “Can I tell you something?” came his voice again, time a little more timidly. She smiled. “Yeah, go ahead.” “You promise not to laugh?” he asked. “No, I promise. What is it?” She said, desperately hoping what she thought it was. Maybe the windstorm wasn’t so bad after all. 

   She heard Jack take a deep breath in and then out. “Okay, here goes nothing. Well, Dean said that when you like someone you should tell them because life can be too short not to and Clo, I think I like you.” He said, a little quiver in his voice as he squeezed her hand a little tighter. Clo could not believe with she was hearing. Did Jack Kline just admit to liking her? Were her dreams finally coming true. Her heart was beating out of her chest. She smiled. “ You like me Jack?” She asked, taking the opportunity to take her hand out of his. “Y-yes.” He stuttered. She backed away from him. A plan forming in her mind. “Is this true?” she asked, backing away until her back hit the wall of the hallway. “Yes.” This time it was a little more confident. This made her smile grow even more. “Well Jack Kline, I have a secret to tell you, but you’ll have to find me first.” She said, giggling like a school girl with a crush. Which she obviously did have and it so happened that her crush liked her back. Clo felt her way down the hallway wall, leading to heaven knows where, but she so desperately hoped that Jack would find her. The secret she had to tell him was a good one and one that she so wanted to tell him. 

   She heard Jack’s shuffling footsteps trying to follow her. She could just imagine him, arms out and flailing, trying to find her. It warmed her heart at the thought. “Where are you ?” he asked. “I’m not telling. You will just have to keep finding me.” she replied, giggling a little again. “Should’ve taken my phone with me.” he mumbled. This made her laugh out loud as she continued to follow the hallway wall. She kept following it, until her back hit the end. “I’m close Jack.” She called out. Jack replied with a laugh of victory. “I do hope so!” he shouted. 

   She waited for him against the wall. Her heart aching for him to be near her. She needed to tell him her secret and she needed to now. If she didn’t, she was sure that her heart would burst out of her chest. She patted her thighs to keep herself waiting. It was taking a little while while longer than she expected. She hoped that he just hadn’t given up and left to his room yet. 

   Finally after so many moments of waiting, she felt his arms wrap around her. He pulled her close to him.  His breath hit her face, but it was so inviting. “So” he asked “What is your secret?” She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his head down until her lips were level with his ear. “I like you too.” She whispered. This made Jack’s grip her waist tighter, while she leaned her head on his chest. They just stood in each other’s embrace for what seemed like hours, but was probably only mere minutes to anyone else. 

  “Can I try something?” came Jack’s voice. This made Clo lift her head off his chest and look up at where his face would be. “Anything.” She said sweetly. She felt him pull back a little. He placed his hands on her neck. His hands felt their way up to her face, feeling every little inch there was. He traced her lips, her ears, and her nose. “Wow, even in the dark you are so beautiful.” He said, making her blush. Good thing he couldn’t see her or she sure would be even more embarrassed. “Jack, you can’t even see me.” She said. A smile tugged at his lips.”Doesn’t mean that I can’t tell just by my hands tracing your whole face.” He said back, chuckling. “To shay.” After their little conversation, Jack took this as the inititave to lean in and kiss her. 

   Clo’s hands went up an made their way into Jack’s hair, starting to play with it. Jack pulled her face closer to him. He wanted to be as close to her as possible during this moment. Their lips danced together, showing all the passion that they had for each other. Minutes later, Clo pulled apart and rested her forehead on his. “I really like you Jack Kline.” She said breathlessly. He pulled her back in for another short kiss, pulling away afterwards. “I really like you too, Clo. I might even go as far to say that I love you.” When she heard this, she pulled him down for another kiss, standing on her tippy toes to meet him halfway. This kiss was very passionate and pure like the first two. The way that it should be. They were moving at their own pace. 

    The lights in The Bunker came on, making them break away from kissing each other. Clo hid her face in the crook of his neck, while Jack looked up at the ceiling. They heard footsteps coming in their direction. “Clo! Jack!” came Dean’s voice. “Where are you!” Clo pulled away from Jack. “We should go.” she said, blushing a little. His right hand came up and cupped part of her face, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re so beautiful when you blush.” He said, staring into her eyes, making her hear skip a beat. She smiled at him and grabbed his hand again. Pecking him on the lips, she led him, making their way back to where Sam and Dean were. They were definitely going to get a surprise tonight. Cas certainly would too, when he got back from his solo mission. 

   Just thinking about Cas finding out made Clo stop in her footsteps and turn back to Jack. It seemed liked he was thinking the same thing too. Both of their eyes went big as they they both screamed in unison. “CAS!” 

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 A/N: Well that’s all folks! I hope you all enjoyed and @carry-on-my-wayward-asbutt , I hoped you liked it too. Another one will be coming out tomorrow. I’m going to go on a little hiatus, but will be back shortly. After the hiatus, I will start accepting requests. I don’t write smut thought! Okay, see ya’ll soon! 

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Not Mc moaning while Belphie chokes them and unlocking something within him.

“Then Who Should I Give My Time To?”

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imagine bakugou pushing away his feelings for you even though deep down he knows he likes you. And when his friends try to get him to admit it he is like “deny deny deny”. So one day they start flirting with you to get a rise out of him and the guy LOSES IT he pulls you out into the hallway and you’re like “um… are you okay kats?” the poor boys brain practically malfunctions at the adorable nickname you have for him. “you shouldn’t be giving guys like that attention. they don’t deserve your time…” and you’re just standing there connecting the dots. when you finally realize what’s going on you tease him to no end. “then who do i give my time to kats?” you say with mock innocence, “w-well you could” he pauses because he’s just so embarrassed. he NEVER gets embarrassed, you’re making him look weak dammit! “hmm i didn’t quite catch that? maybe someone tall, handsome, perhaps a bit of a temper? i like a guy with a little fire” you say while giggling at him breaking down. “you’re awful” he says finally getting you’re joking and that you do in fact reciprocate his feelings!! ever since that say things have been going great! he is so nice and so thoughtful, only to you tho. no one else. 🤗🤗🤗

Kiss Me Slowly — Pt. 2

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cw: cursing, fluff, making out, slight suggestive themes bakugou is sneaky, all characters are aged up

You and bakugou have only been dating for two months and as soon as he told his parents he had a girlfriend they flipped. So in order to get aquatinted with them the happy couple gets invited to a weekend getaway in the mountains.

Katsuki backtracks a bit to the stairs taking your bags with you and begins to climb them all the way up to his childhood room. Opening the door to his teenage mind, you wander a bit touching everything in sight as he just eyes you in wonder. Katsuki comes up behind you and turns you around slowly to face him.

“That wasn’t as scary as I thought it would be,” You bounce on your feet adrenaline still pumping through your nerves.

Katsuki doesn’t say anything and just stands there swaying you while you look into his vermilion eyes. Pulling away and heading towards your luggage you begin to unpack the things you will need for tonight and the next morning. Even though you had gotten the hard part over with there was still the burning nervousness of sharing a room with him. Something you still haven’t done. Being adults, you would think there would be a sleepover at least everyone in a while, but every time it got late, he or you would just make your way to your own home.

Katsuki felt like a middle schooler with a girl in his room for the first time, keeping his eyes on your figure just wondering how he got so lucky. That is until you break the silence once more huffing at the bag before speaking.

“Sukiiiiiii,” so draw out his name to try to sound annoyed. He walks up beside you and looks down at the bag. He knows what you’re wondering, but hey it was his mom's orders. Were you suggesting he go against his old hags wishes? A sly smirk on his face as he hums in response.

“I didn’t pack this, i don’t even own this, so why’s it in the bag?” Looking up at him holding the tiny lilac bathing suit, you give an irked expression as he laughs at you.

“I told you hag told us to pack for anything. You,” he takes a moment to poke your forehead “didn’t have a bathing suit, so I helped you out a bit,” his smirk only growing wider as you get more embarrassed.

“Well seeing as it’s winter and we are going to the mountains, I didn’t think there would be a need for… this,” It was a very pretty swimsuit just not something you have ever worn before, especially not in front of the blonde.

“Well pretty, I was just making sure you were well prepared,” he says matter-of-factly before taking a step closer to you.

A blush erupts on your face as you look back down at the article of clothing, “It is... cute.” You eventually respond. He leans down to pull you into a breath-taking kiss, molding his lips against yours just perfectly. Putting his hand on the small of your back to push you chest to chest, deepening the kiss even more. You slide one of your hands up to rest on his heart, while the other goes to toy with the hairs at the nape of his neck. Katsuki pulls at your bottom lip with his teeth, in a silent plea for you to open your mouth a bit to which you comply.

He slips his tongue in making you pull at his hair a bit, forcing him to groan, as slow hands begin to wander, down your sides, against your waist, about to rest on your-

“Katsuki, your mother would like you to come set the table for dinner.” Masaru says as he knocks on the door signaling his presence. Katsuki reluctantly pulls away muttering a reply to his father, all while still staring into your beautiful e/c eyes. He gives you one last kiss before he takes your hand to lead you back downstairs.

You follow him blindly, still overly flustered by what had just happened. He had never kissed you so passionately before it felt like, Fireworks. Only making you swoon for the tall man even more, making you want to kick your feet at every bit of affection he gives you. You let out a girlish giggle, only being able to contain your excitement for so long, what’s a girl to do? Katsuki stops mid-way to look back at you, confusion written all over his face. Realizing you’d been caught; your laugh slowly dies down and you just look at him shyly. Here you are, only about halfway down the stairs, just awkwardly looking at each other, until he speaks.

“What’re you giggling about back there?” There's a bit of a knowing glint in his eye as he presses on for an answer.

“I-I've just never... y’know... like that before.” You whisper as you break his gaze, before you continue, “I really liked it, suki.” You laugh a bit again, and it’s like he’s never seen anything more beautiful in his entire life. Katsuki brings his hand up to your hair and ruffles it a bit. He turns around and starts to head down to the kitchen once more, you close behind. Once the two of you had gotten the table ready, you obviously helping despite him sternly telling you no, you all sit to eat.

At first, it’s a tad awkward, you shift slightly in your chair, as you twiddle with your fingers. But when Katsuki senses that you’re uncomfortable under his parent’s gaze, he takes your hand, and everything feels okay again. Mitsuki is the first to speak, interested in how the two of you got together, “So, how did you meet?” She looks up from her plate at you expectantly awaiting your answer.

“Well,” you let out a breathy laugh trying to calm your nerves, “I was at a café, and this creepy guy just wouldn’t leave me alone, even when I tried my best to show disinterest. He moved over to the seat next to me and I tried to move away but ended up falling off my chair, except I didn’t hit the floor because Katsuki was there to catch me. He must’ve seen what was about to happen, hero’s intuition, I guess. Then of course he yelled at the man.”

“And here I thought you were incapable of love, I guess when my boy sees a damsel in distress, he just can't help himself can he.” His mother says.

“Tch, she could’ve handled the guy, the brat just acts shy in front of everyone, really just a pain in my ass.” He says jokingly, smirking at your mouth agape.

“Suki, that’s mean!” You pout at him, mumbling something under your breath as his parents' chuckle.

They go into their own side conversation, reminiscing over how they met, when Katsuki moves his hand to your leg and gives a loving squeeze, before leaning to whisper in your ear, “You know I'm just playn’ with ya right, princess?”

“Hmph. I can let it slide this one time I suppose.” He laughs at your statement before continuing to eat his dinner.

The rest of the meal went smoothly and before you knew it, it was time to reside back to Katsuki’s room for bed.

“Remember we’d ought to wake up early so we can be there by noon so rest up kiddos. G’night!” Masaru says on the way to their room.

“Night.” Katsuki responds in a gruff voice, closing his door and sauntering over to you.

“C’mon pretty, let’s get changed for bed.” Giving you a swift kiss on the cheek, he goes to pull off his shirt, getting it about halfway off before you stop him.

“Wait wait wait!” You turn around fast, covering your eyes, and lowering your head.

He continues to undress his top half without you knowing, then making his way over to you. Katsuki puts his hand on your shoulder and speaks, “What’s wrong pretty? I always sleep like this, want me to leave it on?”

“I just... wasn’t expecting it that’s all.” You say, your back still to him.

“So then why dontcha turn around y/n?” He spins you around to face him, but to his surprise you still have your face covered and head down.

Once you finally look up at him, your eyes widen at the sight. He looked like he was chiseled by the gods, muscles so defined it was insane.

“You’re drooling, princess.” Katsuki says in a teasing tone, hand coming up to close your mouth.

“Suki I was not, n-now turn around so I can change.” You say with a pouty voice. He does as you say and waits for you to give him the okay. Not once did he look back even trying to peek. Once you tap him on the shoulder, signifying he can turn back, Katsuki whirls around to pick you up and throw you onto the bed.

He gets comfortable, putting his arm around you, snuggling you close, then whispering in your ear, “Sleep tight pretty, we got a long weekend ahead of us.” The last thing you feel before dozing off is the soft kiss Katsuki leaves on your neck, wishing you one final goodnight.

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