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libraryofloveletters · 8 months

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Hallways Hold Our Secrets

Jack Grealish x Fem!Reader

Warnings: reader is rodri's sister, secret relationships, jack is sooo nervous, they're terrible at hiding their relationship, big brother!rodri, awkward family dinners, alcohol and the consumption of, some cheekiness from jack and some brotherly teasing from rodri.

Word Count: 3.9k

Author's Note: I cannot believe it took me so long to write jack. also shout out to pooks for the basis of this idea + this gif has literally nothing to do with the fic. jack is just sexy that's all (also look at my other mans in the corner even tho I be wanting to beat him up sometimes)

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The message pops up on the top right corner of your laptop, you're certain it appeared on your phone as well but you're hoping he doesn't notice it.

Can I call you?

You click on it, typing back a response; I'm with him. Can it wait?

His reply comes just as fast; Just for a minute, I wanna hear your voice.

You shut the laptop, leaving it on the kitchen table. "Just gonna borrow this for a minute," you tell your brother as you grab your phone off the counter; he had been using it to get the recipe for dinner tonight since his was charging.

Rodri smiles, nodding. "Sure."

You disappeared around the corner, clicking the contact that frequents your call log. It barely got rang twice before he answered.

"Hi love," he sighs, as if he had dropped down to the couch. You smiled to yourself, leaning on the wall in the hallway. "Hi you."

"I miss you," he says, the words tugging on your heart. You could imagine the pout on his lips; coincidentally, also his favourite pose when he takes selfies.

"I saw you today, Jack." Your response comes out as a whisper, not wanting to be overheard.

"I know, is a man not allowed to miss his girlfriend?"

Once again, his words bring a smile to your face; girlfriend. That's what you were, even if it was a secret.

"You are," you smile.

Jack sighs, picking at his cuticle before he speaks again. "I wish you were here, I could use the company."

Man City had faced their first loss in a while. After being on a winning streak and the return from the treble winning season, this one hit them especially hard. To lose at home was even worse, it dug into them, rightfully so.

All of the boys were in a bad mood, Pep digging into them about what went wrong didn't help either. You had waited outside of the locker room in hopes of catching a quick moment with your boyfriend but he walked out with your brother who was more than ready to leave.

"Hermanita! Come taste this!" Rodri shouts from the kitchen and you sigh. "Me too, but another time, okay? I have to go."

"Yeah," Jack sighs, "I love you."

"Me too," you smile, hanging up before slipping your phone into your pocket. You walked into the kitchen, a smile on your face as your brother held the spoon out to you.

You tasted it, nodding. "It's good, needs a bit more pepper though."

"I thought so too," he nods in agreement, adding the rest of the chopped peppers that were sitting on the counter. "Where'd you go?" He asks as you return to your spot at the kitchen table.

"Needed my hair tie," you fib and his brows furrow. Your heart pounds in your chest when you notice his look, praying he didn't over hear your conversation. At the moment, it didn't occur to you that you had taken your phone with you and your lie made no sense.

"Your hair is untied."

"Yeah," you nod, "I couldn't find one."

Rodri nods, dismissing your words as he goes back to dinner, trying to finish up the last of it. Eventually he joins you at the table, your brother sits across from you, picking at the leftover pasta on his plate. "So, are you seeing someone ?"

You freeze, nearly choking on your juice. "What? Why would you ask me that?" You rubbed at your chest, looking at him with what you were certain was a confused look.

He shrugs, stabbing a piece of pasta. "You're 25, done university.. just seems like time to move on."

Your brother's displeasure with the last guy you dated was not something that he hid very well. He was a grade A douchebag, snotty and stuck up; when you look back, you wondered how you put up with all of his nonsense. You two dated from your second year of university up until right before your graduation.

During your last semester of university, you had taken a week off and came down to visit your big brother in Manchester. The break up was getting to you and it seems like everything around was a constant reminder of your wretched ex.

Rodri had taken you along with him to one of their home games, having you watch what your big brother does up from the stands as if you were 12 again, and afterwards you had gone down to find him and meet some of his teammates.

That was the first time you met Jack.

The two of you clicked instantly; a match made in heaven. From your personalities, to your sense of humour, to the way you dress and down to the way you texted were identical. You suited each other to a T.

It seems you two figured out as much as you went from not knowing each other to speaking every single day after you left Manchester.

Your older brother was aware that you and Jack were friends, but he didn't think much of it. He saw that you got along with quite a few of his teammates, which made him very happy.

What he didn't know was that you and Jack were more than friends.

Jack had come down to visit you during one of your off weeks. He didn't mention it to Rodri nor did you. The two of you decided that it would be your little secret until you've finished university and you can decide what to do from there.

It was just easier this way, there weren't any complications or strings attached if you decided to split up at the end of your semester.

You didn't realize that you'd find yourself in Manchester nor did you expect to fall in love with the midfielder so quickly.

Nodding, you clear your throat. "I will."

"I'm just happy you're over him, he was shit." Rodri says, clearing the table. You can't help the laugh that you let out, leaning back in your chair.

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Match day; your favourite day.

The Etihad was full from top to bottom, the crowd cheering their names, hoping that the team brings home a win. To nobody's surprise, they managed to bring home a win and four points.

You had gone down, waiting for your brother as they got cleaned up after the game. You were taking a photo of their treble wall, all the photos of them smiling and celebrating with their trophies.

The familiar scent of his cologne makes you smile, you can hear his footsteps and you figure he'll appear next to you, not pinch your hip and scare you.

"Dude!" You jumped, swatting his hands away. Your boyfriend smiles, his arms around your waist, pulling you into him.

"It's just me, relax," he whispers, chin on your shoulder. As the words leave his mouth, you melt against him; you can feel the warmth from his body, the mix of cologne trying to mask the sweat from 90 minutes on a pitch usually disgusted you but with him, it was tolerable.

Jack spoke, pulling you from your thoughts. "What are you doing out here?"

"Taking a picture," you lifted your phone to show him, flipping the camera to take a photo of the two of you. Both you and Jack make his favourite face; that duck face and then another one with you two smiling, and one more of him kissing your cheek.

His fingers mindlessly drumming against your stomach, looking at the photos on the wall when you snapped back to reality.

You weren't in your little bubble of safety with him; anyone could see you, your brother could see you.

It seemed unreal that you were 25 and still sneaking around, hiding your relationship from your big brother but it would be easier if you weren't dating his teammate.

You stepped away from Jack abruptly, the man's brows pulled together and there's a confused look on his face. "What's wrong?"

"Someone could see us," you step further away, creating some distance from the two of you. Jack looked even more puzzled than he did before.

"And that would be the worst thing because.." He trails off, looking at you. You roll your eyes, leaning on the wall as you look at him. "You know, 10 would look much better on you." He nods towards your jersey, there's a cheeky grin on his face and you roll your eyes yet again.

You had worn your brother's jersey, as you do most match days. "16 looks perfectly fine on me, thank you for your input."

"You'd look sexy in a plastic bag, babe. Just saying 10 would be better on you."

You don't get a chance to answer, your big brother comes around the corner. His hand rests on Jack's shoulder, patting it firmly before slinging it over his shoulder.

"What's going on here?" Rodri looks between you two and you shake your head. "Just saying hello to your sister," Jack says, smiling at his teammate.

Rodri hums, nodding as he glances between the two of you. "Did y/n ever tell you about that chocolate cake she makes?"

"No," Jack shook his head, "I don't think so." - A total lie. Jack has had that cake so many times before and you had even gone as far as giving him the recipe, which was a secret.

"Why don't you come over for dinner tomorrow? I'm sure y/n won't mind making it, would you?"

You shrug, "yeah I don't mind, but I'm sure Jack has plans."

You glance between your brother and boyfriend, wondering what the sudden dinner invite was about. It wasn't that Rodri and Jack didn't get along, because they did. It just struck you as odd because it's not one of the guys Rodri typically hangs out with outside of work related events.

"I don't," Jack smiles at you. "I'd be more than happy to come over. Should I bring something?"

"No, man. Don't worry about that, come over for 8."

"Sounds good," Jack nods, smiling as he walks off.

You look at your brother, arms folded over your chest. Your eyes narrowed on the man, trying to figure out his motive. "What was that?"

"What was what?" Rodri asks and you nod towards Jack. "The dinner invite."

"I can't invite my teammate to dinner?" Rodri's brows furrow, looking back at you.

"You can. Just find it odd, considering that you and Jack aren't close like that."

He shrugs, "just felt like having some company over. Other than your ugly face of course." There's a smile on his face as he looks at you. You pinch his side, the man pulling you into a headlock as you two walk down the hallway.

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Shirt covered in butter, flour and eggs and you had finally put the cake into the oven to bake. Your phone buzzes once on the counter as you tidy up. It buzzes again, then again and again.

Finally, you set the rag down and walk over to check who it was.

From Jack: Babe!!!

From Jack: I'm freaking out bro

From Jack: I don't know what to wear

From Jack: *1 Image Attachment* Should I wear this??

The series of messages left you confused, as did his outfit choice. Jack had sent you a photo of the ugliest Gucci shirt he owned and there were quite a few of them in his closet.

To Jack: That is the ugliest shirt I've seen in my life.

From Jack: That's fucking rude

To Jack: Also why are you freaking out?? It's just dinner.

From Jack: Can you please just come help me??

To Jack: I have a cake in the oven

From Jack: So ??? Please come. It's an emergency.

You sigh, walking down the hallway to your brother's room. You knocked, waiting for them to answer before you peek into the room.

"I ran out of sugar and I need it for the icing. I'm gonna run to the store, can you keep an eye on the cake? It's got a timer running so just take it out when it's done."

Rodri nods, trying to make up his bed "Sure, don't be too long. It's almost 7."

"Yeah, I'll be back soon." You picked up his car keys off of his dresser. "Love you!" You called as you walked out of the room.

"Drive safely!" He shouts back and the front door slams shut.

It was a 15 minute drive to Jack's place, the elevator ride up felt like longer and you tumbled through your purse to find the key Jack had given you to his apartment.

"Where are you?!" You shout, setting your bag on the table, kicking your shoes off.

"Bathroom!" He calls back and you find your way to the bathroom. Jack's back was to you, shirtless and quite tanned for a guy living in Manchester. You find yourself leaning on the wall, watching as your boyfriend tumbled through one of the drawers for something.

Jack chuckles, "I can feel you staring."

"So?" you smiled at him when he turned to face you. "I can't stay long, so what do you need help with?"

He walks over to you, his arm looping around your waist. "I can't kiss my girl hello?" He asks, leaning into you. His cologne overpowering any other scent, the familiar smell made your head spin.

"You can," you smiled, holding his jaw gently as you kissed him. "Okay come on though, let's pick something out." You hold his hand, pulling him back to his bedroom.

Jack sits on the bed, watching as you search through the closet for something for him to wear. "I really don't understand why you're so freaked out for dinner. You've had dinner with Rodri before, haven't you?"

"Yeah, but at work stuff. This is different."

"How so?" You set a few choices on the bed. "I'm sure he's gonna be in sweats, Jack. No need to stress yourself out."

Jack looks over at you, "yeah but he invited me to his house. You're my girlfriend and he's your big brother. Even if he doesn't know, I want to make a good impression."

"That's sweet, now put this on." You smiled, handing him a forest green short sleeved button up you pulled out of the depths of his closet.

While Jack was getting ready, you searched through the drawers for a shopping bag you were sure he had left around. When you found out, you tumbled through his cupboards for a bag of icing sugar you knew you had left there and then you opened the fridge to get the butter.

"What are you doing?" Jack asks, appearing in the doorway.

"I told Rodri I was going to the store, I can't go back empty handed."

"So that means you need to take my butter?" He looks at you confused, fixing the sleeves of his shirt. You nodded, smiling at him as you walked to the door.

Jack follows behind you, watching as you put your shoes back on. "I've seen your bank account, you can afford to buy another tub of butter," you patted his chest, giving him a quick kiss before heading out.

When you returned home, the house was quiet. "Rod?" You called, walking into the kitchen to see your cakes on the stove cooling and the back door was open.

"Hey," your brother stepped back inside. "You're back."

"What's going on? " You look at him confused. "Why were you outside?"

"I figured we could eat outside tonight, it's nice out."

"Okay then," you turn your attention to your cake, starting on the icing. "Did you get everything you needed?" Rodri asks, scooping some icing up on his finger.

You smack his arm, the man smiles and sticks his finger in his mouth to taste the frosting. "I did."

"Okay, I'm gonna go take a shower." He kisses your cheek, walking off towards the bathroom. You rolled your eyes at your brother's theatrics and finished up on your cake, frosting it and sticking it in the fridge for the time being.

By the time you finished tidying up and setting up the last of what was needed for dinner, it was a few minutes to 8 o'clock. Rodri finds his way back to the kitchen in slacks and a polo shirt.

"You're dressed up," you glance in his direction, setting the last glass into the dish rack. "We have company coming, I'm not gonna eat dinner in sweatpants, y/n."

You chuckled, remembering what you had told Jack earlier. "Okay whatever you say."

The doorbell rings, Rodri makes his way over to open it and let Jack in. The two of them made small talk in the entryway as you wiped your hands on the kitchen towel. Upon finding the men, you realized both of them were far too dressed up for you to be in sweatpants.

"I see I'm undressed." You announced, making your presence known.

"Hi y/n," Jack smiles at you, handing the bottle of wine over to Rodri.

"Hi Jack," you smiled back at him, as if you hadn't seen him 40 minutes ago. "I'm going to go change, I'll meet you guys outside."

You left them to make their way outside while you attempted to pull together an outfit as quickly as possible. You pulled your hair out of the falling apart ponytail it was in and put on a sundress before making your way outside.

"Wine?" Rodri asks, after pouring some into Jack's glass. "Yeah, please." You smile at your brother, sitting in the chair that was on the left; between Jack and Rodri who were across from each other.

Dinner was quiet, the 3 of you chatting about life, football, the upcoming matches, your plans come the fall. Rodri lets you and Jack speak, it's like you had forgotten he was there altogether; it didn't take a scientist to see the chemistry between you two.

You and Jack were comfortable in each other's space, joking around like you had known each other for years, the type of thing you'd only see with a couple.

After dinner wrapped up, you cleared the table and brought the cake out. You cut three pieces, handing them over to the boys before sitting down and taking your own piece.

Rodri takes a bite, looking over at his teammate who does the same. "How is it?" He asks Jack.

The man nods, "good, it's great." He smiles at you and you return the gesture, taking a bite from your own piece.

Rodri nods, the fork in between his fingers as he points between you and Jack. "So.. how long has this been going on?"

You coughed, rubbing your chest after you almost choked on your cake. Jack on the other was completely pale, as if all the blood had drained from his body.

He starts, glancing between you and Rodri, unsure what to say. "Wh-uh.. what are you talking about?"

Rodri rolls his eyes, as if Jack thought he was stupid. He knew the two of you were seeing each other, it was painfully obvious. He had a suspicion and tonight's dinner was either going to make or break the thought. It just slapped a big old confirmed stamp on the two of you.

"I'm not blind, you know. I do pay attention, even when you think I'm not." Rodri says, looking over at you with an accusatory look on his face. You bite back a shy smile, lips pressed together as you look away from your older brother. "Plus, your bedroom is next to mine, y/n. Having him on speaker all night isn't exactly the slickest way of hiding a relationship."

You and Jack chuckled, looking at each other. "It's not that we didn't want to tell you-" "It was y/n's idea not to tell you." Jack butts in, throwing you under the bus so to speak.

"Shut up!" You groan, shaking your head. "As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted," you glance in the direction of your boyfriend. "I just wanted to see where it goes, if I'd stay in Manchester or not."

"And are you?" Rodri asks.

You take a moment to think, nodding. "Yeah, I think I will be."

"Good," your brother reaches over, patting your hand. "Does he treat you well?"

You rolled your eyes at his cliché question but you nod. "He does."

Rodri turns his attention to Jack. "If you hurt her, I'll hurt you." He tells his teammate, earning a laugh from Jack but you look at your boyfriend. "No, he will and I'll let him."

"Oh..." Jack looks between the siblings, jaw hanging open a bit. "Okay then."

The rest of the evening was quiet, you two gave Rodri a few details from your relationship, how long you'd be together and a few other things like that before you took the cake back inside.

Jack had gone to the bathroom and your brother finds you cutting another slice of the cake, putting it into a Tupperware bowl in the kitchen. "What are you doing?" He looks at you, confused.

You return the look, "packing a piece of cake for Jack? There's more than enough, Rod. You can have more tomorrow." You chuckled, putting the bowl into a bag.

"I don't think your clothes are gonna fit in there," Rodri tells you, leaning on the counter. You look at your brother, confusion all over your face. "What are you talking about, dude?"

"Go pack your bag."

"Are you kicking me out? I thought you were cool with-" "No dummy, I'm telling you to go spend the night with your boyfriend."

"Oh!" You laughed, walking over to give your brother a hug. "You're really okay with me dating him?"

"Would he have been my first choice? No, I thought you'd date a doctor or something boring like that but as long as you're happy and he treats you well, I'm 100% behind it."

"Okay," you smiled, kissing his cheek before running off to your room.

Jack and Rodri were in the entryway, your bag tossed over your shoulder as you skipped down the hallway towards them. Jack reaches for your bag, taking it from you.

"Thanks man," Jack nods at his teammate, Rodri smiles at him. "Anytime, take care of her, yeah? Drive carefully please."

"I'm a fantastic driver," Jack says, and you and Rodri exchange a look before laughing. Jack rolls his eyes, already knowing what you two were thinking. You hugged your brother once more, saying goodnight to him before heading down the driveway with him.

Once you were in the car, Jack looked over at you with a cheeky smile on his face. "That wasn't so hard, was it?"

"Shut up," you smiled, reaching over to hold his hand.

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junkiespromise · 1 year

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the eras - masterlist

Twenty two stories inspired by the lyrics from all Taylor Swift albums.

drivers: mv1, dr3, ln4, sv5, pg10, fa14, cl16, aa23, eo31, lh44, ms47, cs55, gr63, op81.

note/warnings: english is not my native language, so there will probably be some spellings mistakes, even though i will try to have as least as possible. Also, you can request from any of drivers above with whatever songs you want that has not been asigned to a driver, if the song is followed by three dots then you can leave a request for that song. Please read the specific warnings for each story as there will probably be some angst and some topics you may not be comfortable reading :)

PS: I will also be posting other stories and social media Au's and if you want to request for any other song for taylor or any type of Au/imagine freely do so. :)

If you want to get tagged on the next stories just leave a comment and I will do it

Teardrops on my Guitar | pg10

They had been friends for years, her always yearning for him to look at her like she did just once but he never did and she wishes that the girl he loves can adore him like she does.

Tim Mcgraw | ...

"And i was right there beside him all summer long. And then the time i woke up to find that summer gone"

Superstar | ms47 (2.4k words)

Where two young kids fall in love but the world one of them is involved in seems to be against their happiness.

The Way I Loved You | ... & ...

"And he says, you look beautiful tonight, and I feel perfectly fine. But i miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain"

Enchanted | cs55

At one of those fancy parties they met, those where she had to be introduced to everybody with a shaking hand or a nod. But she left with a tingling sensation and the need to know more about him.

Back to December | dr3 (soon to be made a series)

She knew that if she could go back in time she would re do everything a do it right this time. But she can't and now she only has those memories left.

Begin Again | pg10 (2.0k words)

All the love she ever knew was one that hurted and burned but at a Parisian coffe shop on a wednesday she realized that maybe that was not all that love had to offer.

Stay, Stay, Stay | mv1 (requested)

"Before you, I'd only dated self-indulgent takers, who took all of their problems out on me, but ypu carry my groceries and now I'm always laughing"

You Are in Love | ln4

Best friends, that's what they called each other, even with the dances and pictures in offices they still called each other that. But a drunk call on a late night might change everything.

Wildest Dreams | sv5 (requested)

"You'll see me in hindsight, tangled up with you all night, burning it down. Someday when you leave me, I bet these memories. Follow you around"

How You Get The Girl | ln4 (requested)

After months of back and forths and unofficial relationships he finds himself infront of her house completely soaked but with the intention to work things out

Style | ...

"And when we go crushing down, we come back every time, 'cause we never go out of time"

New Years Day | lh44 (requested)

"Don't read the last page, but I stay when it's hard, or it's wrong, or we're making mistakes I want your midnights, but I'll be cleaning up bottles with you on New Year's Day"

Gorgeous | ms47

He can't quite understand what he's done to her as she seems to despise him so much, if he only knew the reason why.

I Think He Knows | ln4 (requested)

"Lyrical smile, indigo eyes, hand on my thigh We can follow the sparks, I'll drive. So where we gonna go? I whisper in the dark. Where we gonna go? I think he knows"

Cornelia Street | lh44 (requested)

"Windows swung right open, autumn air Jacket 'round my shoulders is yours We bless the rains on Cornelia Street Memorize the creaks in the floor"

The Lakes | sv5

When the world seems to haunt them they find themselves looking for each other on the toughest times

Mirrorball | mv1

Where he tries to do everything to please everybody but when he's with her he can be his true self.

Gold Rush | cl16

Her mind can't understand why everybody is so infatuated by the Charles Leclerc until she finds her heart fluttering when he's around and can not explain it.

Ivy | lh44

Where she finds herself in the claws of a love less relationship and even knowing it's wrong she goes to seek comfort and love in the arms of another

Midnight Rain | ...

"My boy was a montage, a slow-motion, love potion. Jumping off things in the ocean I broke his heart 'cause he was nice"

Maroon | cs55

The rise and fall of a short but, oh, so, ardent relationship, between two strangers who one night met and became more than that.

♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡ ♡❀˖⁺. ༶ ⋆˙⊹❀♡

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entropicbias · 29 days

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Last couple asks has me wondering what kind of johndave rep DO you like to read/see? Any examples you can think of in fanworks? And just your own interpretation. Thank you

i have got to reiterate that this is just a me thing. i'm not saying this to police anyone on their writing! i'm just really specific about the way i see these two get portrayed.

this is gonna suck and i'm gonna ramble about it for a while cause i'm mentally challenged. i have a hard time explaining my own thoughts with accuracy. sorry i can't keep this short and sweet. i am the type of person to just know when something is done right. i can't tell you why, but i'll try for you, anon. if you don't want to read all this here, i summarized it.

even more simplified

this is so crude. canon dave is really hard to nail for writers for some reason let alone the specific way i see him. i like a more chillaxed dave. some of the things that really throw me off with dave writing is missing the mark on how annoying he is and dumbing his character down to either angst, obama and apple juice jokes, or him being gay. i think john also encounters this issue. not enough research goes into their interests so writers can only represent them with the bare minimum. nicholas cage, con air, and 'dave i'm not a homosexual'. john and dave are assholes. they tease each other and aren't shy of doing that to other people. not that they're bad people! they care about each other and their friends a lot! but they're not afraid of being really honest about their thoughts or overexaggerating something that doesn't really bother them to poke fun at someone. they can make mendacious remarks to be polite, it just doesn't occur to them as often as just blatantly stating their thoughts on something or someone. i also like seeing them have more naturalistic dialogue. for some reason, when i think of that i think of zach from oneyplays or his character charlie from smiling friends. which is dumb even if it gives you an idea. i feel like a lot of this kind of banter is missing from these fanfics i read. at least, in the way i want it to go. think powerup comics.

gay part upcoming. i think the john and dave's relationship is best portrayed as a childhood crush that is unspoken of. a term i recently learned was "demiromantic", and i think that very perfectly describes how i think john's homosexuality would work. i mean, he doesn't really have a problem admiring dudes, which in itself could be called gay but that's not why i think he would be attracted to dave. i think it's kind of hilarious when people attribute john's homosexuality to him being "romantically interested in cage". john's idols are more like heroic figures to him. i don't like it when that is used as evidence that he's gay unless someone is making fun of him. this is the part where i talk about how john insists on the fact that he's straight. i'm not doubting that at all i think john still likes women and it's easier for him to do so. but he can also develop feelings for someone like dave. hence why i think he's demiromantic in that regard. this is exactly what my sexuality is like, so maybe i am projecting. i like to imagine i'm not projecting incorrectly, though. i think he'd only be able to develop feelings for dave in a setting where he is really a prominent figure in his life. earlier acts of homestuck were like this, but unfortunately the johndave relationship wouldn't work out on john's end with the way homestuck went. their friendship was kind of forgotten after a while, which sucks. in an ideal world, they would have remained in contact and then gotten close again in earth c. but dave was written to be with karkat and jade, which either nulls his feelings for john or opens up a whole new avenue of internalizing it. which is dumb and convoluted and i don't care about postcanon.

dave on the other hand would think about his feelings towards john a little more. i like to think that homestuck dave definitely had feelings towards john. i like to imagine they both developed a crush on each other around the same time, but unlike john who doesn't give it the time of day or even considers it as a crush, dave would. and he'd know that but he wouldn't want to act on it because of a plethora of reasons. probably to retain their friendship and his self image. i guess that could give them some 'angst'.

but you know what? i don't even care for romance all that much! they're bros before they're anything else! and that's all that matters to me! just nailing their friendship in itself is gold. john and dave mean a lot to each other in a platonic sense. even if they pursue other romantic avenues or don't, i don't care! i just like people putting them in a similar setting and showcasing their awesome bromance!

fig. 3, i also like davejade. thinking of iterations of him and john in fanworks that i like is really hard cause i don't read much in that department. what comes to mind is mr. tambourine man and some of deacon_blues's comics. kgtac has a really good dave and karkat too. cole is a spectacular writer. but i've finished neither of those comics so i'm just basing it off the very little i've read. also, none of these examples are particularly johndave related. i just wanted to note down examples of john egbert and dave strider writing i enjoyed. i read like, one comic faygos made but that was also pretty good. pinballhazard is also a phenomenal writer and artist. especially for john! you guys should check all these guys out. anyways, thanks for reading all that!

#johndave #homestuck #rambling #asks #or was my tag just “ask”? i forgot.#eb

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nyarlathotep-thecrawlingchaos · 8 months

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Oh look more headcanons

Who'd have guessed

Not me for sure

Okay sorry I'll shut up.

I'm highly music-driven and have been for many many years of my life.

And I'm presently unreasonably obsessed with The Fratellis after suddenly remembering they exist after like fifteen years of not hearing a single one of their songs. Don't ask me, it just happened a couple months ago and I decided not to question it.

So this is really stupidly niche of me, but these are their songs/lyrics that I associate with the Best Boys™, in a Character X Reader sense. The songs that are typically playing halfway on repeat when I'm writing any of them lately.

The song-links go to Spotify. It's not necessary to listen to them, the lyrics here are the main catalyst, but if you want to listen I'm not going to complain.

no but please I hope you like the music that I like I have no one to talk to about it and as a half-assed musician it's literally killing me and

Anywho.

Zoro

Living in the Dark

I was nothing less than torn, crying out to be reborn

Come back, baby, you could make me happy,

Maybe you could prove me wrong

You're the only one who could ever save me,

Maybe you could prove me wrong

I've been living in the dark down here too long

The song itself is far more upbeat than I'd generally associate with Zoro, but the lyrics speak to me on his behalf. The upbeat tempo is the equivalent of what you do to his heart when you're near him; it's strange and unfamiliar, but it's nice. He's iffy about being close with anyone, and he won't admit it out loud but he wants to be.

He's been alone for years, for damned near all of his life, and you're like the light at the end of that tunnel. He might try to push you away or be aloof and impersonal at first because the thought of being vulnerable frightens him a little, but he wants to be proven wrong. He wants to let you in, and he's willing to try.

Sanji

Sugartown

I get the strangest sense we were lovers past-tense

Like a dog in heat I just can't be indiscreet

And when I see you there, I whisper my prayer, so sweet

I'm getting shakey on my feet, I'm incomplete

And if you just can't do me right

Then, honey, please, do me wrong

I'll be your one man band, I'll be at your command

Just say the word and I'll be your Renaissance man

This entire damned song is the anthem of Sanji. It's like a 1950's bop, the type of song that you can't help but smile at. It's sweet and cute and pining, just like our favorite chef. He's just utterly obsessed and hoplessly devoted to you and every single thing you do. He can't keep his eyes or his mind off of you at any given time.

Just the sight of you entering the room takes his breath away, puts stars in his eyes. He would do or give absolutely anything to have you and to keep you forever, and he's going to make sure you know it.

Shanks

Babydoll

Babydoll, do you believe they'll catch you when you fall?

And when morning comes, the sun is gonna shine

Don't forget, your minor keys your half-lit cigarette

'Cause when morning comes, I know that you'll be mine

So let me in

I'm ready to beg and to sing for my sins

Not leave it to chance and sweet coincidence

I don't know. The soft yet slightly playful tone of the song in general just screams Shanks to me for no reason I can completely put in words. This particular portion of the lyrics is what I associate most with him.

He knows he wants you, and he wants to make sure you know it. Not to beat around the bush about it, but not pressure you either. Just make sure you know how much he cares about you and be as gentle and sweet as possible to prove it...and he knows it's going to work, and that you're already his whether you know it or not. But jfc also imagine that goddamned voice of his calling you babydoll please excuse me I need to go touch grass now

Mihawk

Medusa In Chains

I'm not your miracle man, I'm not your spirit guide

Before this whole thing began I had some sense of pride

Just one more night with your lips, your company is hard to eclipse

Weak-kneed, yes indeed, guardanteed, make my heart bleed

Give me a reason to breathe, don't let my sun go down

I'll make you stand and recieve, I'll be your sacred ground

Be my Medusa in chains, petrified

Only your beauty remains

The entire song. The ENTIRE SONG screams Mihawk to me. Slow-burn and seductive from start to finish. I get the same exact chills from this song that I get when he delivers that "Magnificent" line.

Lyrically relevant too. Falling for you in spite of his pride (and he has a LOT of pride to get past). You're like nothing he has ever experienced and he's utterly and hopelessly addicted to you. As much as he wants to fight it, he can't. In the same breath that he's trying to push you away and retain some grip on himself he's also pulling you back for more. He hardly even knows who he is anymore when you're near.

#opla #one piece fanfiction #mihawk one piece #mihawk opla #one piece headcanons #fluff #mihawk x reader #shanks opla #dracule mihawk #sanji opla #sanji x reader #zoro opla #zoro x reader #zoro one piece #sanji one piece #shanks one piece #shanks x reader

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Chapter Seventeen - Two Truths and a Big Fat Fucking Lie

Rating: Explicit - Minors DNI

Summary: Tomura Shigaraki was her dad's boss's son. He was the creep that stole girls' underwear and tried to grope her in his room. But it's not like he could get her Dad fired just because she wouldn't sleep with him, right? ...right?

CW: Quirkless!AU, Explicit Smut, Dub-Con, Coercion, Blackmail, Cheating, Sexual Guilt, Humiliation, Unhealthy Relationships, Virginity Kink, Groping, Power Play, Hate to Love, Emotional Manipulation, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Animal Death, Slow Burn, Misogyny

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Izuku Midoriya didn’t think much of it when one of the bathroom doors was locked. Didn’t think about it all actually, the team “dinner” was a crowded event after all, it was perfectly understandable for the single stall facility to be occupied by one of his other teammates.

No, he just moved on to try the other bathroom door. But before he could touch the handle, it opened, a puffy-eyed Ochaco Uraraka emerging from the other side.

“D-Deku!” she squeaked, rubbing at her eyes to try and hide the tears away, “I-I’m sorry, were you waiting long?”

However, he’d definitely caught them, his brows furrowing in concern, “No, I just got here.”

“Oh, th-that’s good…”

“Are… you okay?” he prodded gently.

She quickly overcompensated with her smile, “Y-Yeah, of course! Why do you ask?”

“Well, I guess… You kind of look like you’ve been crying or something.”

She waved him off, again, way too enthusiastically. Way too fake, “Oh, no, no, no! It’s just irritation from the water, I’m fine! Really!”

He wasn’t so sure. It’d been at least three hours since anyone had gotten in the water, let alone her. Any “irritation” should’ve been gone by this point. But at the same time, he didn’t want to push her when she was so vehemently denying it. They were friends, he had to believe that if she needed to talk to him about it, she would.

“Oh… Okay…”

“Well then, excuse me…” she said, dropping her head and hurrying past him.

That really should’ve been it honestly, he had no place to pry. But something about this whole thing just didn’t feel right.

“Wait, Uraraka!” he called, turning heel and jogging after her.

He caught her just around the corner, a few short steps from the entrance back to the dining room.

“If um… If you’re ever not okay and you need to talk, just let me know,” he smiled, “After all, we’re friends right?”

She stared at him for a long time, at a complete loss for words. But before she knew it, her lip started to quiver, her eyes started to burn. And finally, she dropped down to the floor, head in her knees, with a not especially quiet wail.

“Waaaaaaaghhhhh!!!!!”

“O-Oh no, I’m so sorry!” Midoriya dropped down next to her, guiltily and frantically trying to calm her, “I shouldn’t have pried! If nothing’s wrong, nothing’s wrong, I believe you��!”

“I completely choked out there!” she cried, stopping his panic in its tracks.

Midoriya frowned, “Uraraka…”

“All my individual times were total crap, and I almost lost us the entire relay! And in front of all those recruiters, too! I couldn’t show them anything that I was made of!”

“Hey, that’s okay,” he cooed, patting her back, “It’s the first meet of the season, there are plenty of other chances.”

“I just don’t know how I’m gonna be able to come back from this,” she breathed, “Every time I think about swimming in another meet, all I can think about is how that might be my last chance, and then I completely freeze.”

Midoriya’s brows furrowed, “Woah, what? Why would the next meet be your last chance?”

“Something Senpai said,” she answered, “About how the recruiters don’t care what we do and that we only have so many chances to to stand out, so we gotta make the most of them.”

Midoriya almost couldn’t believe his ears. The upperclassmen on Uraraka’s relay team were all so nice and supportive, it was hard to even imagine that type of harsh, pressure-building advice coming from one of their mouths.

“I know she was just trying to help,” she continued, “But it totally got in my head and now I’m wondering if maybe it’s all just downhill from here.”

His typical bashfulness around his dear friend and classmate was momentarily forgotten as all he could think about was comforting her. He took her hands in his and squeezed.

“Uraraka, you’re an amazing swimmer. And you’ll have as many chances as you make for yourself. There’s no way this is the end for you.”

She smiled softly at him, genuine relief warming her stomach, “...Thank you, Deku. Honestly.”

Uraraka excused herself soon after that, saying that she really should get back to the table now before Asui worried. To be honest, he still didn’t feel great about the situation as he made his way back to the bathrooms. He knew that there wasn’t anything he could actually do to alleviate her hurt, and it was frustrating. But he also couldn’t understand why on Earth their upperclassman would give Uraraka that kind of “advice”. It didn’t make sense, not unless she was trying to—

No, no, no — that was a ridiculous thought Izuku Midoriya. She wouldn’t do something like that, no way… Right?

As he opened the door to the bathroom, the other one suddenly opened next to him. A guy, some supposed friend of said senpai — he was pretty sure that his name was Shigaraki — came out. He looked around carefully, clocking Midoriya with a bit of irritated surprise, before pointedly closing the door behind him. Then he stalked straight down towards the staff exit.

Huh. That was weird.

For a couple of reasons, actually. For the shiftiness about him of course and the way that he hurried out the back. But also for the fact that Midoriya could’ve sworn that he’d left already.

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☀️🌭 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐮𝐞 🌭☀️

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☀️ Pairing: Dave York x Fem!Reader (for now)

🌭 Synopsys: There was a change of plans and it turned out the barbecue had to be hosted in your family's backyard. It would be pretty crowded, and the perfect chance to get Dave where he always said he wanted to be... your bedroom.

☀️ Features: 🔞 Teasing, she calls him daddy (just a few times, I swear), smut, oral sex (m receiving), spiting (not in her mouth this time), teasing and masturbation (f receiving), cumplay.

🌭 Word Count: 6k

☀️ About this: This has been cooking for a while, and because of that some parts of it inspires other fics I wrote! So if you find similarities with other (especially The Dress, a Joel Miller fic) that's why

🌭 Author's note: Carol's coming... (But Dave's not going anywhere). ALSO! I highly recommend reading the previous parts to catch all the little details.

You're gonna try your best to make his day as hard as possible.

The necklaces he gave you are the final touch on your look. The cherry rests on top of the 'D', and they both shine on your chest.

No one else will, but you and Dave will know exactly what they mean. You're his, and it's just a matter of time until he claims that.

You get in front of the mirror and send him a photo. Full body, showing him your whole outfit. "Did you like it?" You send along.

He is at work, in his own office, sending and responding emails. The type of task that makes him miss having to dodge bullets.

He smiles seeing your name on his notification, frowning when he sees the picture, leaning back on his chair and adjusting his pants. He looks at it for a while, and not even a minute later, he calls you.

"Guess it's hard for you to not look too pretty, right, baby?" He says, and you giggle listening to him, you love looking like something he wants to look at.

"Did you like it?" You ask again.

"Fuck, got me hard just looking at the damn picture, angel." He says, and you laugh. "Don't you have anything else to wear?" His voice a bit breathy.

You whine in disappointment. "No, I loved it."

He grunts, touching himself through his pants, his bulge aching just from imagining you with that dress all day long.

"That's the problem, baby. I loved it too. Don't know how I'm gonna make it through the day with you like this, pumpkin." He says, and you smile at the name. "I need you to get changed."

Your dress is short.

Short, flowy, and it has a nice but discreet cleavage. The top part hugs your waist just right, and the bottom hugs and enhances all the right curves. It somehow manages to be sexy and girly at the same time.

It will drive him crazy.

But that was exactly your plan. Make his lighthearted neighborhood barbecue a bit more fun.

"Okay, Mr. York. I'll change into something a bit less fun, then." You say she he sighs.

"Uhh, thank you, peach. I'm sure you'll look pretty in anything. And you can wear this pretty dress only for me one day." He says and you smile, giving yourself another look on the mirror and sitting on your bed.

"You gotta stop promising me these things." You tell him with a smile before hanging up.

You try to ignore when Dave arrives at the barbecue with his family. The girls run to play with the other kids, and Carol goes to talk to a few other moms she knows.

Dave goes to a group of men, all close to his age – the husband's of the women Carol was chatting with. They're all laughing and drinking.

"Hey, Dave! You lucky fucking asshole! Wish my kids were failing school." One of the men says, catching Dave off guard.

He follows the men's eyes, his eyebrows furrowing as soon as he finds you, bending down to hug his daughters and greeting Carol.

Your necklaces shining on your chest, your hair falling effortlessly over your shoulders, and the fucking dress he told you not to wear clinging to your body in a perfect way, while still somehow being summer-neighborhood-barbecue friendly.

He smiles when you look at him.

"Hi, Mr. York!" You shout, a warm and inviting smile across your face as you wave. He's still wearing his formal work clothes; a light blue, long sleeved shirt and black dress pants. It's quite hard to not notice him, to ignore him.

He looks so good you have to control yourself to not look him up and down.

He waves back, a silly smile making its way to his own face, and he sighs when another one of the dads taps his shoulder.

"The devil works hard, my friend." The man says, pausing to drink his beer. "But we gotta work even fucking harder to resist it." He says, and you smile at them, even though you can't hear what they're saying.

By the way they're looking at you... There's only so much they could be talking about.

Dave laughs, speaking before he can stop himself. "The problem is the devil looks like a fucking angel sometimes."

The man laughs. "Wouldn't wanna be you, man. Would go fucking crazy seeing that everyday."

He knows.

He goes.

But hopefully you will help him and make today as easy as possible.

The day goes by relatively smoothly. You're too busy playing with the kids, talking to some old ladies, or ditching a few guys that flirt with you to have time to remember Dave's around.

Or at least that's what he was counting on.

He knew you two would have a talk because of your dress; because you did something he actively told you not to — which, to his dismay, was one of your favorite things to do.

And he knew he was right. He couldn't just take you to his bedroom and fuck your mouth or spank your ass, making you count enough slaps until numbers and his name became the only words you could remember.

But — God — does he fucking want to. Everytime a man would talk about you or look at you for too long, everytime a boy would approach you, everytime you looked at him...

He knew his limit was nearing. He was getting jealous, greedy even. He didn't want to see your smile, always so pretty and honest, directed at anyone else but him. Your laugh caused by anyone else's jokes.

He avoided especially imagining you making the pretty sounds you made for him on the phone the night before for someone else.

With you, he found out he was even more selfish than he already knew. He wanted you whole, and he wanted you all to himself.

He knew he couldn't. But he wanted to run towards you and bend you over a table, fuck you right there, in front of everyone, so no one dares to even think about you again. So everyone knows you're his.

So you stop teasing him like you do, so you know you're his, and so he gets his life back. So he can think of anything other than what it'd be like to be inside you, hearing you moan his name while feeling your warm and soft skin underneath his body. Your nails digging on his skin, your hair tangled around his fingers, your eyes rolling back, your pussy clenching and gushing around him—

He shakes the feelings away when his dress pants start feeling too tight, feeling grateful the dress wasn't as short as it seemed on the picture, and you've kept your distance, letting him just watch you.

His favorite thing to do, his favorite thing to watch.

You felt like your day was over.

You got Dave's attention — he's spent the whole day watching you — and you had a good time. So you looked for your parents to tell them you were going to your bedroom.

Maybe send Dave a picture or two, who knows?

But you decide to stick by for a little longer when you find him talking to your dad. They're sitting across from each other, Dave's legs are spread and he looks a lot more laid back than you're used to, even still wearing his formal clothes.

It's a vision too good to waste. An opportunity too good to pass. You can't help yourself.

Quite frankly you don't want to stop yourself as you walk towards them, Dave's eyes fixating on you when he sees you coming over.

"Hi daddyy!" You say with a sweet voice, looking into Dave's eyes, almost singing as you bend over to hug your dad's neck and chest from behind, wrapping your arms around his neck, your hands hanging in front of his chest.

"Hey, honey pie. You alright?" Your dad responds as Dave shifts on his seat.

You kiss his cheek. "Great, just checking on you." You say. "Hey Mr. York. Did you know my dad already?" You ask Dave, and he gulps before answering, removing his eyes from your lifted ass and finding your eyes again.

"No, not really. Just found out he's your dad, actually." He says laughing nervously.

"Oh, you're the Mr. York?" Your dad asks, his eyes widening after he finishes his beer, and Dave nods. "Dave York then, huh? Is she doing a good job?" He asks, bending over to shake Dave's hand, pulling you along.

"Oh, don't even get me started fucking started. She's doing more than you'd like to know." Dave thinks to himself and laughs.

"Yeah, amazing job, actually. The girls love her and they're doing way better at school." He says with a wide smile.

He was genuinely happy for his daughters' improvement, and even happier that you were the reason behind it.

"It's my pleasure, Mr. York. The girls are super sweet and smart. They just needed a little push." You say honestly, and his chest tightens a bit.

Did you have to be so good with his kids?

You notice your dad's empty beer bottle, taking it from his hand. "Do you want another one?" You ask.

"Oh, I'd love another one, baby, thanks." He says, looking back up at you with a wide smile.

"Can I get you one too, Mr. York?" You ask, and Dave picks his empty bottle from the grass.

"Yeah, sure, pum— Thank you." He says with a smile, cursing himself for almost letting a 'pumpkin' escape his lips.

A pretty girl giving him attention and bringing him more cold beer. Dave asks himself what are the chances he died at work and somehow made his way to heaven. But no, he's no fool to believe he would make it there.

And you honestly don't mind how old the idea sounds; to look pretty and serve your man.

Sure, you wouldn't do it to anyone else. But you like to do it to Dave.

You just wish you could do it every day.

You open two bottles and take a sip of one of them, looking into Dave's eyes as you do, and he smiles at you.

You bring them the bottles, handing Dave the one you drank from, and he drinks from it, looking into your eyes. You smile and hug your dad's neck from behind again, leaning over him and staring at Dave.

"Daddy, I'm a bit tired, think I'm gonna go upstairs, to my room." You say, looking at Dave and kissing your dad's cheek. "Maybe I'll come back before the party's over, just don't tell anyone I'm upstairs, please? Just tell them I left for a bit. Don't wanna be bothered." You say, and Dave gulps. He knows you're not just gonna get some rest.

"Alright, baby." You dad says, stroking your hair from behind and kissing your forehead.

"See you, Mr. York." You say, leaving, and he raises his beer, nodding to you. You walk away, and he follows you with his eyes, wishing he could go with you.

So close but so fucking out of reach.

The price he pays for his sins.

You text him on your way to your bedroom, a devilish smile on your face.

'Find yourself a bathroom, Mr. York. Wanna show you something.' You send him.

He's still talking to your dad when his phone buzzes. He grunts when he sees it's you already.

"Sorry, work. Gotta respond" He tells your dad, texting you before he can stop himself.

'Why don't you be a big girl and tell me where your bedroom is? Gonna be easier for both of us, peach.' He sends, the few beers he's drank enough to blur his best judgement.

You laugh when you see his text.

Dave York in your bedroom, doing God knows what while your parents, his family — his wife —, and the whole neighborhood are downstairs... Sinful and heavenly scenario.

'Last door on the hallway upstairs. If anyone finds you going up or down, just say the bathroom downstairs was occupied, and someone told you there was another one upstairs. There actually is one, so no one's gonna think anything of it.' You send him, your stomach making you feel sick, anticipation washing over you as you sit on your bed and wait for your doorknob to move.

"Do you mind? I have to get this or they'll never leave me alone." He tells your dad, who nods and lets him go.

A few seconds later you hear heavy footsteps coming towards your bedroom, and you can feel every contraction of your heart as it beats fast inside your chest.

You feel like you're gonna vomit, a wave of all the feelings you feel around him crashing against you; the bad ones because you're so close to his family, and the good ones because... Well, he's him.

He opens the door slowly and smiles when he sees you sitting on your bed, your eyes wide and your chest moving deeply.

He locks the door and takes a second to look around your bedroom, still partially decorated from when you were in high school. The walls painted in soft colors, your bed sheets pink, yellow and white. Everything he knew your room would be like.

"Hi, peach." He says, approaching you, standing right in front of you.

"Hi, Mr. York." You respond, your voice barely making it's way out of your lips.

"How was your day, baby? Did you have fun?" His hand comes to your chin, lifting it so you'd look up at him.

"Uhum. Did you see it?" You ask, your voice slightly shaky as you lift both your necklaces with your thumb, showing them to him.

"Oh, I saw it, that's why I didn't punch any of the boys flirting with you." He whispers. "Because I know you know that you're mine."

"You were watching me?" You ask, smiling, putting on an innocent face. You know he's been.

You were counting on it.

"Couldn't look away all day, baby. So pretty like this." He praises, caressing your cheek and pulling your hair behind your ear.

"All for you." You say, and he smiles.

"All for me?" He asks, sounding honored.

"Knew you'd like it." You say with a wide and proud smile.

"Oh, but that's exactly the problem, pumpkin." He starts, his tone shifting from sweet to dark when he says: "I liked it way too much, just like I told you I would." His hand pulling on the hair on the back of your head, forcing your head back.

"Mr. York..." You moan.

"Tell me what you want, angel. What are you trying to get from all this? Huh? 'Cause I'm getting tired of only seeing this pretty body in pictures." He says softly, almost whispering as his right hand keeps holding your head back, and his left hand gently massages your right breast.

The —huge— volume on his pants, right in front of your face, is making it hard for you to think, and you just stare at it, licking your lips, ignoring his questions.

"Tsk, get up here, baby. This cock's making you dumb and you haven't even touched it yet." He says, pulling you up by your hair, your bodies touching.

You love how rough he is. It makes your knees weak. It makes you want to behave, to be good for him, and do what he says.

Whatever he says.

But also to not give him what he wants, so he keeps treating like this. Just so he calls you names, so he slams you into a wall again, so he pulls on your hair or squeezes your throat until you're lightheaded.

You can't help the pathetic whine that you let out.

"C'mon, words. I know you're such a smart girl. Tell me what you want." He says, rubbing his nose on your cheeks, his hands on the nape of your neck and squeezing your hips, pressing your body onto his.

You close your eyes, your nose touching his face while your hands pull on his hair and tug on his shirt, gathering the courage to just open your mouth and let your thoughts out.

"I... I want you to cum inside me." You say, and he pulls away just enough to look at you. "I want you to do it and then I want to go back downstairs and talk to people with you leaking from me... I want you, Mr. York." You manage to let out. Feeling your cheeks on fire as the words leave your lips.

You don't understand how he can pull such honesty out of you like this.

But you love it.

He chuckles softly, a twisted smile on his lips.

"Jesus, doll." He whispers, shaking his head in disbelief. "So fucking bad. Can't do it, no. Can't cum inside you. Not yet. But I know of something that may do it for you." He says, gently pulling your hair behind your ears. "Get on your knees." He says sternly.

But you just stare at him, too nervous to move. Too in awe of the situation to react. Still a bit numbed by your own words, your own thoughts.

He knows he doesn't have a lot of time, though. Take too long and people are gonna ask where he's gone. And he doesn't know when he's gonna have this chance again.

He slaps your face, just his fingers hitting your cheek. Not hard enough to hurt or offend you, just to burn and get your attention.

And to make you smile.

"You wanted this, peach? Attention? You wore this fucking dress for me to do this, didn't you? Then your plan worked, you got what you fucking wanted. Now stop being a fucking brat and do what I say." He says sternly, his voice low and angry.

You can feel yourself leaking from the way he talks to you, your heart beating so hard you're certain he can hear it.

"Sorry, daddy." You say, your voice small and aroused. You try to get down to your knees, but he holds you up by your throat, slapping your face again, a proper slap this time.

"Told you to not fucking call me that." He snarls at you, his dick twitching inside his pants.

"And this will only teach me to do it even more, Dave." You say with a smile, pushing yourself onto the hand on your throat, a dark and small smile appearing on his lips as he squeezes it even harder. "And you said I couldn't call you that because you couldn't fuck my mouth... But we're here now, so I guess it's—"

You gasp when he squeezes harder, feeling lightheaded from the lack of oxygen.

"I'm just trying to find out if this mouth is as good at sucking my cock as it is at talking back to me." He says, pushing you down to your knees, between himself and your bed, your feet going underneath the bed.

You unbuckle his pants desperately. Now that your mind is back inside your body, you want to do this before he changes his mind.

You pull his pants down and take a deep breath when you see his cock, the air refusing to leave your lungs.

Big, girthy, trimmed but not shaved, veins showing through his light skin. His pink and swollen tip, engulfed by his foreskin, already leaking with his precum.

He's so heavy he doesn't stand fully erect, hanging with his own weight. You frown at the sight, not catching the moan that leaves your mouth, and he smiles.

"As good in person?" He asks, his hands gently pulling your hair back, taking a fistful of it to force you to look up at him.

"Even better, Mr. York." You say, looking into his eyes as you grab him, feeling just how heavy he is. "And so heavy, too." You say, licking his tip, right where it's leaking, earning a deep sigh from him.

"C'mon, baby. Treat it real nice, it's all for you." He says, his voice low and aroused.

"Because of me?" You ask with a devious smile.

"You know it is." He says, his smile warmer than you expected, like he's proud of you for being so nasty. Maybe even nastier than him.

Focused solely on his cock, you lick long and heavy lines from his base towards his tip, wetting your tongue before each time. Then you open your mouth, letting drool fall from your tongue to his tip, covering it in each time faster kitten licks. His hips buck forward, making you laugh.

"Too big to fit into your mouth, baby? Huh? Never had a grown man's cock in your mouth? That's why you're teasing me like this?" He asks impatiently, and you look up at him.

"I'm sorry, daddy." You say, making him frown, his tip leaking on your hand.

He sighs when you take his tip inside your mouth, sucking softly around it, enjoying his soft feeling and his salty taste on your tongue. You take him in deeper, just enough for his tip to reach the middle of your mouth, and you hollow your cheeks, rolling your tongue around him while you suck him tightly, moving your lips and stroking him slowly, feeling his skin move along with your hand.

He pulls on your hair, sighing a "Fucking shit, baby." An amused smile across his face as he caress your hair, right where he was pulling at before. "Just gonna need a bit more if we want this to be fast." He says and you get it.

He needs to get back down, and you don't want anyone knocking on your door and interrupting the two of you.

You let go of him with a wet 'bop', smiling at his expression. You stroke him slowly around his tip as you lick a line from it all the way down to his base, and instead of coming back to his tip, you go even lower.

You lick around one of his balls, taking it in your mouth and sucking on it, rolling your tongue over it, almost munching it. Earning sighs and grunts from him.

"It's been a while since they got any attention, baby." He pants, his whole face contorted in a frown, his lips hanging slightly open and his chest raising and falling slowly and heavily.

"Such a waste, Mr York." You say, letting your mind wander around with the idea of living with him, being with him, being his. Pleasing him, helping him feel better after another stressful day at work. "I'd give them so much attention if they were mine." You moan.

"Fuck — Don't do this to me, baby." He begs in a whisper.

Because he's doing the same, and just thinking about seeing you everyday, having you do this to him everyday, makes him wanna cum right then. Just from imagining having you by his side. Just from imagining having you.

You go back to his tip, rolling your tongue around it and sucking on it harder. When you try to take it deeper, you realize your mouth's a bit too dry.

And you could just wet it more... but Dave's right above you.

"Can you help me? My mouth's not wet enough to swallow you." You say, and he pulses on your hand.

"What do you want me to do, peach?" He asks, caressing your hair, and you just smile at him. "Use your words, baby." He insists.

"Can you spit on it for me?" You ask, your voice sweet and low.

"Jesus." He pants, furrowing his brows before moving his jaw from side to side.

"Thank you." You say, licking your lips and taking him in as far as you can.

He spits on his length, right before your lips, and you go deeper, using his saliva as lube, never looking away from his face. When his tip hits the back of your throat he grunts, one of his hands pulling on your hair and the other holding the nape of your neck so you don't move.

"There you go, baby. Taking my cock so well." He pants, his eyes closed and his head turned towards the ceiling as his hands caress you.

You run your hands up his stomach and his chest, feeling how strong he is, how warm his skin feels, using him as leverage to go even deeper. You take him in until his tip slides down your throat, stopping only to swallow around his length, your throat squeezing him, making him smile.

"Shit —grunts— knew you'd be good at this, baby. Think you're ready for me?" He asks and you open your watery eyes, finding his. You nod, your cheeks moving up in a smile. "Good. Tap me twice and I'll stop, alright? As much as I would love to hear it, I don't need anyone hearing you gag on my cock." He says, and you moan in response, gripping on his thighs to support yourself.

Then he thrusts out of your throat, going back in and repeating a few times before going harder, pulling almost all the way before going back in, progressively intensifying his movements, eventually properly fucking your mouth.

"This mouth was —grunts— made for this, baby. Fucking — grunts — made for me." He pants, his pace violent and needy, all the desire he cultivated these past few weeks taking control over him, making him almost forget it's your mouth around this cock and not your pussy.

You tap his thigh twice and he immediately lets go of you, pulling out and taking a short step back. He stares down at you, pulling your hair away from your sweaty forehead.

"Too much for you, doll? It didn't felt like it." He teases. Your throat was open and inviting, no sign of gaging or rejection from it.

"Just need to breath a little." You say, out of breath, firmly stroking him. He bends down and kisses your forehead.

"You're doing great, baby. Just a little more." He says, taking a step further, looking for your mouth. You open it with a small and breathy ah, and he pushes in until his tip goes down your throat. You grab his pants to steady yourself.

He starts gently, slowly applying force and speed to his thrusts, until he's fucking you again.

You moan, enjoying how firmly he's holding the sides of your head, how he's using your mouth, how overpowering and strong he is. How it's hard to keep yourself steady with the force of his thrusts, how nasty and wet the whole things sounds, your drool dripping down your chin.

You can't help but remember that first night, him standing in front of you, pulling your chin up and pouring scotch from his mouth into yours.

You whimper and tap him again, and he grunts frustrated, stopping instantly.

You love how he doesn't hesitate in stopping, even when he clearly doesn't want to. It makes you trust him; want to do anything he wants.

"You okay?" He pants. His tip, pink and painfully hard, dripping with himself and your drool. A string of saliva and precum still connecting him to your mouth.

"Just don't wanna make a mess on my dress." You say, pulling it down your shoulders, lowering it until your waist.

He grunts, frowning and cupping your breasts, giving them a firm squeeze. Then pushes your shoulders back, laying your back on the bed, keeping your knees on the floor while holding firmly below your armpits.

He sucks on your nipple, closing his eyes as he twirls his tongue around it, making you moan.

"Hmm, so soft, baby." He whispers looking into your eyes, getting up and rubbing his tip on your nipple, letting a small groan out.

You smile nervously at him, afraid of what he's gonna do. How much rougher he's gonna get with the new angle.

Not that you're planning on stopping him...

He takes a step closer to you, grabbing himself close to his base and guiding his tip to your mouth, his cock wobbling slightly with it's own weight.

"Open. Tongue out." He instructs, and you don't think twice before obeying. "You're a good girl when you want to, aren't you, babygirl?" He asks with an amused smile while carefully pulling your hair back, making you smile back at him.

The tenderness of his words and touch a stark contrast to the situation you're in.

He slaps his tip on your tongue a few times, his weight sinking your tongue on your teeth, the wet sound making you moan.

He stops, his tip hovering above your tongue.

"Lick it." He says, his voice low and stern.

You moan and support yourself on your elbows to reach him, rolling your tongue around his tip. He laughs at the effort you're making to reach him and lowers himself, letting you lie back in the bed, and you suck him into your mouth, moaning at his taste.

He pushes in and you massage his balls while he thrusts in and out of your throat, gently at first, then more roughly. The new angle allowing him to fuck your mouth like it is your pussy.

"Good, baby. Play with them for daddy, c'mon." He pants. "Gonna make me fucking cum like this."

You moan as he keeps going.

Feral, rough, desperate and needy even.

Al those texts, all those photos, all those calls and dirty promises fogging his mind, making him wanna savour this experience, finally having you.

After all he doesn't know when the next time's gonna be.

One thrust goes particularly hard and you gag around him, squeezing his cock. Instead of pulling out, though, he pushes even further. Supporting his elbows on the mattress besides your head, he almost lies on top of you, holding himself deep inside your throat, sinking your head on the mattress.

He grunts loudly, and you dig your nails on the back of his thighs. You don't get mad at him, though. Somehow you like it, you like how selfish he's being, how he doesn't even care to ask if you're okay.

You like to think he's had a tough day at work, he's stressed and worked up, and you are the one helping him through it, you are the one making him feel better.

"Fuck — grunts — gonna cum, baby. Do you want it in your mouth, huh? Wanna go downstairs and talk to people with a filthy mouth?" He asks and you nod, looking up at him, making him grunt with the vibrations when you do your best to say a desperate 'yes' with his cock buried inside your throat, as tears start to roll down your cheeks and you tug tighter on his thigh.

He gets up and pulls out, keeping just his tip inside your mouth, and you eagerly suck on it, rolling your tongue around it, stroking him deep and fast, twisting your fists, desperate for his release.

To finally have what he's been promising you this whole time.

"Fuck— Are you gonna spit, baby?" He asks and you frown, shaking your head. Of course you won't. "Good." He smiles. "Then don't swallow yet, I wanna see it."

He grunts and throbs in your hand before you feel the first rope covering your tongue. You moan and look into his eyes, rolling your tongue around his tip and massaging his balls. He tightens his grip on your hair.

"Shit — grunts — like that." He says quietly.

You keep working with all you've got, one hand on his balls, the other stroking him tight and steady, your lips tightly wrapped around his tip and your tongue twirling around it, gathering his cum.

His hushed grunts and moans and his hand pulling on your hair only encouraging you to keep going.

When he's finished he pulls his hips back, trying to pull out of your mouth, but you don't let him go, moving along and sucking him harder.

"Greedy fucking mouth." He laughs, caressing your hair and looking — you could swear almost adoringly — at you. "Fuck, baby." He pants when you loosen your grip around his tip. "Let me see it." He says, pulling your head back, and you open your mouth, rolling his cum on your tongue, playing with it. "Swallow." He says with a frown and you do, opening your mouth to show it to him. He smiles, his eyes alternating between your eyes and your mouth. "Good girl." He praises, and your feel your clit twitch.

He takes a step back and pulls you up, laying you on your bed, one hand besides your head and the other cupping your pussy, his face mere inches away from yours.

"You've made a mess on your underwear, poor baby." He mocks you, digging his finger on the wet spot in your panties. "Is this what you wanted to show me, pumpkin? How wet you get after not listening to me? After being such a brat?" He asks, pressing the fabric against your leaking core.

"Please, Mr. York." You beg, rolling your hips and pressing yourself against his hand.

"Oh, you think you deserve it, baby?" He asks, raising his brows and you nod, your brows furrowing when he takes his hand underneath your panties, making you whimper as his fingers go up and down your folds. He grunts and looks down when he feels just how wet you really are. "But what did I tell you about this dress? Huh?" He asks, and you tug on the shirt covering his arms.

"You — hmm — you told me to not wear — ah — it." You say, your words intertwined with moans as his movements become more intentional, teasing your entrance and circling your clit.

"And what did you do, pumpkin?" His voice breathy.

"I wore it." You admit, smiling widely, proud of your antics.

"And you still think you deserve to cum after it all?" He asks and you nod, furrowing your eyebrows, not able to look away from his eyes. "Why's that, pumpkin?" He goes faster.

Oh, fuck him.

"Because I need to." You say, your voice small and high as you feel your core burn with need.

"Well I had to finish work today with a painful hard on because of that photo you've sent me. And it was not the first time that's happened." He says, and you whimper. You know you're fucked. "So I think the least you can do to pay me back is ache for me until bedtime." He says with a smile. "What do you think, baby?"

"Hmm... Dave." You moan, frustrated, tightening your grip on his shirt, your orgasm starting to form.

"Nice talking to you, baby." He says with a smile, giving your lips a peck. Then he lies down on top of you, letting all of his weight go and kissing you, groaning when he tastes himself on your mouth. "Stinky." He says when he pulls away, removing his fingers from under your panties — making again a pathetic whine come out of your mouth — and pressing them against your lips, making you suck them, tasting yourself.

He pulls away and starts fixing your dress, pulling it back up. "Can't wait to talk to Carol." You say, and his eyes darken. He stops his movements and lifts you up abruptly, making you hold onto him.

"Gotta wash this filthy mouth of yours." He says, finishing your dress before looking around, pointing at a different door than the one he walked in by. "Is that a bathroom?"

"Uhum." You respond and he hurriedly pushes you towards it, his hand on your waist. You walk in and he lets go of you. "You're really gonna do it?" You laugh.

"Don't trust you." He says, quickly opening your cabinet and taking your toothbrush out. "Not that I think Carol remembers what I smell like... But I know you'd love to find out." He adds, putting toothpaste on it and running it under the water quickly.

"You know me so well." You say sweetly, wrapping your arms around his waist. He allows you, pulling your hair away from your face.

"Open." And you do, letting him brush the top and then bottom of your teeth. "Smile." And you do, scrunching your eyes as he brushes the front of your teeth. "Tongue." And you poke your tongue out. He brushes it, testing to see how far he could go, stoping when you furrow your brows, not wanting you to gag — again, anyways.

You feel almost gross when you realize he's so good at brushing someone else's teeth because he probably washes his daughters'. But thinking of him taking care of them makes you tighten your embrace.

Then he washes your toothbrush, putting it back in it's place and going behind you, touching his hips to yours. He pulls all your hair back and holds it in his left fist. He kisses below your ear and leans forward, pushing you on top of the sink so he can turn the faucet on, cupping his right hand underneath it and looking at your reflection on the mirror.

"Go on." And you bend lower, taking some water from his hand in your mouth, swishing it around, spitting it out on the sink as he dries his hand, his other hand still holding your hair. "Let me check." He says, pulling gently on your hair to turn your head and cupping your right cheek, kissing you, rolling his tongue around yours. "Better." He smiles.

"Thank you." You say and he lets go of your hair, turning your head back and fixing your hair back over your shoulders, kissing the top of your head before walking out of the bathroom.

"Thank you, baby. You did amazing." He says, already back in your bedroom.

"Gonna go downstairs." You say, following him as he walks towards your full body mirror. "Although I can't decide if you've gotten me so tired I'm starving or you've fed me enough I'm full... What do you think?" You ask, stopping behind him and fixing his collar while he looks at himself in the mirror, fixing his pants, his face flushed and his lips red.

"You're disgusting." He says, staring at your reflection.

"And you love it." You smile at him. His own smile a testimony to just how much he loves it.

He turns around and kisses you again, a deep and needy kiss, like he's trying to take something out of you. Like he's trying to cling to this moment for as long as he can, to memorize what it feels like to be with you.

"So... Mr. York? Did I live up to the hype?" You ask when he pulls away, knowing he'll be confused by it.

"Did you what?" He asks, his whole face scrunching at your question, making you laugh.

"Was I as good as you thought? Was I worth all the wait?" You ask again, fixing his hair when he squeezes your waist.

"You're always so much better than I think pumpkin." He says, kissing you again, pulling on your hair, maneuvering your face to deepen the kiss.

You really are. He didn't even want to hire a tutor at first, but he knew you weren't going anywhere as soon as he landed eyes on you.

He grinds his hips on you and you moan, making him pull away abruptly. "Can't start this all over again, can we?" He asks with a smile, an — almost adorable — blush on his cheeks.

"Uh-huh. You need to go back." You say, biting his lower lip before letting him go, walking him to the door.

You open it, making sure no one's around before pushing him out. He goes into the bathroom on the dance hallway and you lock yourself back in your bedroom.

You throw yourself on your bed, staring at the fan that's hanging right in the middle of your ceiling.

You just had Dave exactly where you wanted him. And thinking about it makes you feel... Guilty.

Guilty and silly.

Guilty for choking on the dick of a married man.

Silly for believing he could maybe feel something for you.

Who guarantees he doesn't do the very same thing to every woman in his office, every woman he meets in his business trips?

You feel the same gut-wrenching things you felt the night before, having his "perfect husband" façade crumble before your eyes.

Him doing this to you made you feel special and nasty in ways you craved right after the first time you saw him, but imagining him doing this to other women...

It makes you feel bad for Carol. Makes you feel like telling her to go out and find herself a lover too.

Because if he can do it... So can she.

And if making a sexually frustrated husband cum felt so good... Maybe helping the wife wouldn't hurt.

It's staring to darken when you walk back downstairs.

"Hi, baby. You're feeling better?" Your mom asks when you stop by the table Carol and her are starting to clean to see if you can find some leftovers.

"Hey, mom." You greet her with a smile, grabbing a hotdog and a bun. "I am, yeah. Better." You say, your voice more destroyed than you expected.

"Oh, are you okay, sweetie? What happened to your voice?" Carol asks, concerned. She didn't know you weren't feeling well.

'Your husband's cock — literally and figuratively — fucked it, Ms. York.' You think to yourself as you assemble a monstrosity of a hotdog.

"Oh, I fell asleep. Was feeling a bit sick, so I went to my room and ended up sleeping. Now it's like this." You lie.

"Oh, darling." She says. "If you need to, please stay home tomorrow, I can help the girls study just fine." She rushes to say, and you laugh with the way she's talking to you the same way your mom does.

"No, it's fine. I'm gonna feel better by tomorrow, thank you, though." You say.

"Well, just call me in case you don't, it's fine." She reassures you.

"Thank you." You say before taking a bite of your hotdog. "Hm, let me help you." You say with you mouth full, taking half of the dishes she was gonna carry inside.

"Thank you, honey." She says, and you two walk inside. "Oh, that looks delicious!" She says when you take another bite of your hotdog. You offer her some, and she laughs it off.

You've never thought about Carol, you realize. She's always there, but for you it was always just Dave. With his big hands, wide shoulders, deep voice and overall overwhelming presence.

But now that you're thinking about her you notice her silky hair, her warm smile, her motherly personality, the way she's always been nothing but nice to you, the girls, Dave.

You think about what Dave said, that she probably doesn't remember what he tastes or smells like, and you wonder if he does. When was the last time he tried to do something for her? To make her feel like a woman, and not just a mother?

You're letting your mind wander, and you fear Dave's reading your thoughts when you look out the window.

Judging by his face...

I genuinely love this series so much, ugh. I love Dave and I really love the idea of having Carol entering the mix, but how easy is it gonna be to convince her? To not make her feel betrayed when she finds out about you two?

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Part 2 of this post (also found on ao3)

Hopper x reader

Warning: explicit.

Snippet:

“You aren’t naked on my desk in thirty seconds, I get myself off,” the tone is warning, quiet, and the look on his face is hungry.

The music sounds in the other room, but you can hear Hopper counting down as he watches you get undressed.

Completely bare for him in twenty seconds, you gasp at the cool desk against your ass. Hopper has undone his jeans and is palming himself over the material. If he makes you wait, you’re gonna leave a wet spot on the desk.

---

It’s not like you missed him or anything, you just get flirty with a few drinks in you and no one at this bar strikes your fancy.

You have his number memorized. Of course you do. Though, you’ve only called twice. Once for pretty decent phone sex…the memory makes you inhale sharply.

Tipsy calling someone from a payphone…who the Hell are you?

You’d made the choice to stay in town over the summer; claimed it was that you missed old friends. Really, you’d been spending lots of time pining over one Chief of Police.

“Yeah?” a gruff voice answers.

“Hey, hot stuff.”

A deep chuckle greets your ears.

“Y/n?”

“Mhm!”

“Ah, Jesus…” if the bar was quieter you’d hear him undoing his belt.

“Come pick me up.”

“Oh, is that a demand? Because you and I both know how this is gonna go if it is…”

You roll your eyes, step closer to the wall, and drop your voice quieter.

“I want you, Jim Hopper.”

There’s a loud cheer in the bar, patrons watching some type of sports game.

A hum, “Sounds like you’re kinda busy. I’ll talk to you…”

“You ass,” you hiss. “Please, big guy?”

He laughs again. “Ok, so lemme guess: you went out for a drink or two, thought maybe you’d find someone to fill the space and there’s no one that knows what you want. Not like I do.”

His voice and the alcohol…you want to play with yourself, but you’re in public standing in this hallway by the bathrooms.

“Yes,” you exhale.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you.”

You can imagine he’s stroking his cock to this and you let out a little whine, though you’re sure he can’t hear you over the kerfuffle in the bar.

“Jim, I’m…” you nod and smile as a woman walks by. Quieter, you say, “-I’m in public.”

He breathes heavy. “And…? Come on, baby girl, be forward.” He uses your words against you and you feel yourself heating up in an almost-embarrassed, almost-angry way.

“Jim,” you try to be stern but his silence meets you and you know if you want your way, you’re gonna have to give a little. “I want your mouth.”

“Ohhh,” he seems to appreciate your effort. “Where?” you can hear the smile in his voice.

“My thighs,” you’re practically up against the wall talking into the receiver.

“Nah, where do you really want it?”

You give. You have to. He’ll insist on it, “My pussy.”

“Oh, sweetheart, I’d love to eat you out right now.”

“Then come do it,” you blurt out.

He gives it a few frustrating seconds, “Where are you right now?”

“Andy’s.”

“Be ready.”

You’re so relieved and then you’re anxious. You’re a rush of nervous energy as you hang up, pay your tab at the bar, and walk out to the patio to wait for your ride.

Twenty minutes. It takes him twenty excruciating minutes to show up. As soon as he’s parking, you stand up to meet him but his door slam surprises you.

He’s exhaling cigarette smoke as he strides over to you. Those damn jeans and a fucking blue flannel…God, you’re melting as his height once again overwhelms you. You’re about to ask him what he’s doing when he walks right by, opens the door to the bar.

“You coming or not?”

Your mouth is dropped open.

“Apparently not,” you grumble an innuendo, storming back into the bar.

Hopper barks out a laugh at your retort, taps you on the ass when you walk in.

You’re at the bar. Again. Sitting there next to Jim, feeling that tension that existed the minute you ran into each other at Aunt Karen’s party.

Apparently, he’s old friends with the bartender here. Well, hard to not be when Hawkins is pretty small. And no one gets out of this town.

You’re nursing another drink when you feel his fingers dance across your thigh. His large hand grabs you and you inhale sharply, almost choking on the mouthful of alcohol.

When he slips his fingers between your thighs, you grip his hand; reflex. But you don’t want him to stop, not really. You want him to take it somewhere else though.

“Mr. Ryland’s social studies class? Woo, think we were smoking under the bleachers more than we were in class.”

They continue their conversation and it’s all fine and dandy but you’re way too distracted to focus on anything but being silent and inconspicuous. One sound and he’ll stop, you know that.

Under the bar, his fingers flick against your clit and you’re almost gasping but covering it with a fake cough.

You shoot him a look but he’s pretending to be so engrossed in conversation. You know he sees you. You know you’re his main focus and he’s watching you from the corner of his eye. It’s new to you to have someone so confident and playful but gruff and stern.

His fingers play along the seam of your jeans; teasing you and not putting pressure on your clit anymore.

It goes on like this for five minutes; him building you up just to barely tease you or rest his hand motionless on your thigh. You want so badly for him to put continuous pressure, ease how riled he’s gotten you, but you’re sure people are noticing his hand under the bar – sure it’s pretty obvious what’s going on.

“Finish your drink,” he instructs roughly when the bartender finally leaves to go serve someone else.

You have never guzzled down a drink so fast in your life.

By the time you make it to the parking lot, you’re lightheaded and giddy. Fingers pulling at his shirt, you urge him toward you, grab him by the back of the neck to dip him down to kiss you against the brick building.

He lets out a low growl, “Here?” he shames you. “Christ, woman…”

You whine, “Fine, okay, just make me cum…”

The parking lot’s in the back of the bar, not on the main road and at this hour not many people are stumbling in.

Hopper lowers his eyes to your mouth then blinks back up to meet your gaze. He inhales slowly before letting out a growl.

His grip fumbles for the button of your jeans. You’re breathless when he ghosts a touch over you, dips his middle finger inside your pussy.

“Fuck, so wet for me, baby girl…”

His fingers feel fantastic – the size difference between his digits and yours makes all the difference and your muscles are tensing around him.

It’s not enough. You want his cock.

But for now, you’re gonna have to handle that desire.

“God, Chief…”

This floors him and soon he’s pumping his finger into you with such pressure and speed that you can’t help but reach your orgasm in mere moments. After all that teasing…and now you’re out here in the dark parking lot where anyone could see, getting finger fucked by the Chief of Police. You don’t stop the moan that escapes you when he makes you cum.

“So fuckin’ loud,” he chuckles, kissing your temple before slipping his hand from you and allowing you to button up.

You’re breathless when he pulls away from you. Someone’s in their car, watching you, and when they meet eyes, you feel a tinge of embarrassment…and then pride.

Following him, you rush forward, grip his arm and pull your body closer.

You watch him lick his finger clean of you as he meanders to his Blazer, not caring about the audience.

“Let’s get you home,” his deep voice rumbles when you’re once again on the passenger’s side, reminded of your first night with him.

“What?”

“Hm? Not enough for you?” he teases – you know he’s teasing – but you worry that he’ll leaving you wanting.

“Don’t think I didn’t notice that pants tent you’re sporting.”

“Pretty bold of you, considering I’m driving you home…”

“As if road head wasn’t a thing.”

You watch the way his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows hard.

“Ooh, you’re too much,” he grips you by the hair and pulls you into him again, lets you slide into his lap – squeeze yourself between his belly and the steering wheel as he lays the seat back – and he grinds his hard cock against your clothed pussy.

“Here?” you repeat his words from minutes ago.

“No,” he grumbles. “Bad idea. Whole fuckin’ town’ll be talkin’.”

“Let ‘em talk.”

You wish you’d worn a dress. Maybe he would’ve let you fuck him in the Blazer. Instead, he lets things get heated between the two of you, lets himself get good and worked up, and stops before he reaches his breaking point.

Before you know it, you’re upright on the passenger’s side again, trying to focus your attention on anything but his still-hard dick…the dot of precum that you can see when the streetlights hit the passing vehicle just right.

“Can’t go home. El’s having a sleepover,” he finally breaks the silence.

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

You’d let him take you anywhere at this point. The whole stopping and starting thing has made you desperate for him.

“Wherever you want, Chief.”

And it hits him. He puts the pedal to the floor.

The station.

Chills run down your spine when he pulls up to the fucking police station. You’re buzzing.

“Callahan’s probably on shift, but ignore him. We’ll go to my office.”

“Why’d we park in back…?”

You don’t think you can do this. What’s the excuse gonna be? How are you just going to walk into the station at one in the morning with the Chief who isn’t even in uniform?

And then your mind is drifting…fuck, if he were in uniform…

“You comin’ or what?” he calls to you, holding the door open.

You’re feeling slightly tipsy, face heated as you step through the door. The first thing you notice is the loud music. You imagine they do this to keep themselves awake for late night shifts at the station.

“Hey, Chief, what’s…uh…what’s goin’ on?” Callahan walks from the lobby toward a room with desks, sipping coffee.

“Forgot my wallet here,” Hopper thumbs toward his office, doesn’t acknowledge who you are which leaves Callahan surprised.

You can feel his eyes on you, but as you wait for Hopper to unlock his office, you see Callahan visibly shrug and return to the other room where the music is playing.

“You don’t pull this off with me, you don’t get any privileges tonight,” he huffs against your ear. “Follow my lead.” As you’re nodding, he leaves his office open, pauses in the hallway with you, then makes a point of walking toward the exit, pulling you along. “See ya,” he waves toward the room Callahan’s in.

“Bye, Hopper,” comes a voice over the music as Hopper opens then shuts the front door.

You two press against the corner, out of eyeshot, still inside the building. Now you know why he parked in the back…

A few moments go by before Hopper barely peeks in on Callahan to see if he’s still looking. And then you’re urged to sneak back toward the office.

You’re breathless by the time you make it back, Hopper quietly shutting and locking the door behind you.

The excitement of once again sneaking around is overwhelming and you find yourself so humored by the situation, clinging to his shirt once more, enjoying the proximity of him.

“You aren’t naked on my desk in thirty seconds, I get myself off,” the tone is warning, quiet, and the look on his face is hungry.

The music sounds in the other room but you can hear Hopper counting down as he watches you get undressed.

Tantalizingly slow, he approaches the desk, shoves some papers into another stack, then puts his hands on either side of you.

“Lean back,” he instructs.

Your naked back presses to the cold surface beneath you as he gets on his knees before the desk, pulls your legs over his shoulders, and starts kissing up your thighs. He remembers what you told him you wanted, is eager to please.

The feeling of his facial hair is like nothing else you’ve experienced. Back arching off the desk, you can’t help but cry out when his mouth meets your core.

He chuckles. “Didn’t think I’d forget, did you, duchess?”

You shake your head but you know he isn’t looking because he’s eating you out like a starving man; tongue sloppy and – judging by the moans he’s releasing – he’s enjoying.

“Fuck, so good, Jim.”

“Chief,” he corrects you.

You swallow, nod, “Sorry, Chief.”

“Mmm, better,” he goes right back to it, doesn’t use his fingers though like he knows you want. “Gotta be honest, baby girl,” he breaks away to pepper kisses on your thighs. “M’not gonna be able to wait much longer.”

“Then fuck me.”

Eyes meeting yours as you lean up on your elbows, you see his dark pupils.

It’s all a blur how quickly he shifts positions, but you watch him slide down into his chair, motion you over before pulling his cock out.

“Ride my cock, honey.”

You climb into his lap, easily slide down on his cock, throw your head back when he fills you completely. The moan that leaves you feels like an out-of-body experience and you almost forget where you are.

He chuckles again, kissing your neck, “Quiet…” he reminds you.

You’re sure you hear the music turn down in the other room, but you can’t care about that now. The slightest inclination that you give a fuck about being caught and you know he’ll use it against you; know that he’ll make this stop.

You’d rather the whole town watch you than have him pull away from you at this moment.

Feeling so full of him is extremely pleasurable. He’s girthy and he knows just how to fuck you.

His thumb is pressing against your clit as you ride him – the pressure of his hand against you just adds to the stimulation. He wants you to break, wants to see you sweat because he knows you’re loud; from the phone sex and the first night you met…you’ve proven that.

“Ungh, kept thinking about this,” he admits while he kisses your tits. “Right here, in this chair. Beating off at work…” he huffs a laugh and then, “what the fuck did you do to me?”

Pride swells in your chest as you bounce on his cock.

“Fuck, I’ve been so wet for you, Chief, since we met.”

“Oh, yeah?” he hums. “You think about me?”

“Nothing satisfies me like you do,” you admit. “My fingers, my toys…” his eyes shoot open at that and you can almost see his thought process. “Nothing makes me cum like you do.”

You feel his thrusts up into you deepen, feel his cock twitch inside of you. He loves what he’s hearing.

“Fuck, fuck, hang on…” he gasps, gripping your hips. “Y/n, hang on.” You don’t stop. He’s digging his fingers in harshly again, just when the bruises from last time healed. “Y/n,” it’s a warning. You know it is, but the power you’re feeling knowing that he’s damn near orgasm this soon?

“Chief, I need you to cum.”

He shivers, panting. “Uh, uh. No. Not until…”

“I will,” you interrupt, nodding furiously, voice breathy. “Can’t you feel how close I am? How tightly I’m squeezing your cock?”

He gasps, hips stuttering as he’s trying to stop himself but he can’t help his movements; clearly way passed the point of no return.

“I want you to fill me again,” you admit. “Only you. I’ve only let you…-”

And that’s all it takes – Jim is groaning as he urgently thrusts up into you, growling when he feels your orgasm pulsing around his.

A low whine leaves your lips at the overwhelming feel of all this; his warmth filling you, your own orgasm tipping once he’s growling your name.

You don’t even realize how loud you’re both being until the music turns down significantly in the other room.

And then it’s like you’re too pleased to care if Callahan heard you, too fucked to worry about getting caught.

Surely, Hopper will punish you later for not controlling yourself, but that’s a thought for another day.

Right now, you feel your heartbeat throughout your whole body, can hear Hopper still gasping in the afterglow. You nuzzle against his chest, noting that he’s still mostly clothed. You want him completely naked for you; are satisfied but so not.

“Next time needs to be in a bed,” you groan as you shift your sore knees, lift yourself off of him.

A bit of his cum drips down your thighs and you swipe it off, dip your finger in your mouth as your other hand reaches for a tissue.

Hopper watches with his lips slightly parted, looking completely engrossed and satisfied.

“Oh, you’re so sure there’ll be a next time?” he teases, voice sounding slightly groggy, eyelids heavy as he blinks up at you.

You nod. “I think I’ve done a lot of the chasing though,” you shrug, tossing the tissue. “Think you need to put in some work for me, sir.”

The title clearly affects him as you see him take a sharp breath.

“Is this a challenge?”

You don’t know how long you’ll last without wanting more of him, don’t know how difficult it’ll be to not call him when you’re tipsy and wanting him to put his mouth on you…but you’re sure going to try to hold back.

Jim Hopper has yet to realize what he’s gotten himself into.

#jim hopper x reader #jim hopper fic #jim hopper fanfic #jim hopper x you #jim hopper #hopper x reader #hopper x you #hop x reader #hop x you

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TharnType Episode 7

If you guys have missed the previous reviews, they can be found here.

I love this scene so much for so many reasons. One of them being that though they aren't saying they are together, they really aren't hidden. I mean, Tharn his carrying Type's drink for goodness’s sake! I mean, Techno knows.

Then we have a moment of reveal in which Type admits he is dating someone, but doesn't say who. Hiding and yet not hiding. I especially love the way Techno's eyes slide right to Tharn. Like bitch, you are not fooling me, but I need confirmation. "Let's talk about your "girlfriend", Type" 🤣🤣🤣

I mean, they are getting an apartment together. And there we go, there is Tharn admitting it. But other than Techno, Type sets the hard limit of him not wanting others to know. I know this was a hard thing for people to accept, but he put it out there. He was up front. It's just like guidelines, those are your limits, and they are what they are for your own reason. Tharn accepted this.

Now Type is back in his hometown about to learn some hard truths about himself. The way he talks about Tharn is a clear indicator of someone who is trying to stay detached, but can't. Already calling him, and of course Tharn has to call him out on it. Meanwhile, Tharn has no trouble admitting how he feels. Which is good because Type is the type that needs constant reassurance. When you bring a wall down, it is a bit like mowing the lawn. You don't stay on top of maintaining it, the grass grows back. Same with the wall we put up to protect ourselves.

Both of them ending the call smiling like stupid idiots is so cute.

Kom comes to visit! Kom speaking the truth. You always attract men. In the book, this is especially true. That's one of the reasons that Type is more homophobic than he likely would have been. He was constantly being hit on by guys who had a hard time understanding no. Think about women who have been SA, we aren't surprised that they dislike men because they will continue to be bothered and hurt by men. Just because a man is gay doesn't mean he can't be pushy. I mean honestly Tharn is pushy. It just happened that he clicked a switch in Type, unlike the others. But imagine having PTSD and no chance to breath or recoup. That's what has made Type who he is.

Kom says, "Come on, it's better to be loved than hated." So we are going back to this common narrative. We've seen it in earlier episode. It becomes ironic when said to a guy, but it's very commonly said to females. "You should appreciate all the attention you get." Why though? If someone doesn't want the attention, then they don't want it.

Wait Luta, you're confusing. We've watched enough of MAME to know that the characters pursue. Yup, that is correct. SA survivors have walls a mile high, it's gonna take work to break those down. We need people to gradually boulder the wall, not come in like a wrecking ball. We can't feel threatened or scared. And when we lash out, you'll have to take responsibility. Which is the standing difference. Abusers always blame you where people who actually give a fuck, take responsibility.

They are at the full moon party and everything about Type's body language says uncomfortable. Then the guy comes from Type's behind and touches him. Most SA survivors are triggered by touches from behind, first instinct is to punch and ask questions later. Type didn't physically touch the other students who touched him, just this guy who came up behind him. His PTSD fight or flight was triggered and since he was up against a bar and this dude behind him, his body had one choice. But that's real hard to explain to people in the heat of PTSD or coming off of it. Instead, Type once again lets his hate fester, but it bites him in the ass with his friend. Notice that Type is immediately upset, he is starting to get it.

Here is the thing about prejudice. It takes time to over come. People always crack me up when they meet prejudice with anger. When they think that everyone should magically understand and think like them because they can so clearly see that it's right. But everyone has prejudice. Everyone. Now, not everyone gives into it. But bare with me, and I'll try to explain social psychology. At its core, prejudice is simply an association of a sensory cue to an innate behavioral response. So like dog snarls and often bites, becomes dog that snares bites. Basically, human beings adapted mechanisms to respond quickly to visual cues that our brains deem dangerous without our conscious awareness. What's asinine is sometimes our brains see patterns in stupidly harmless things. You ever get a stomach bug and associate a certain food with that stomach bug, so much so that you won't eat it again. Even though you know it won't likely cause you to be sick again?

Now, most people are intelligent and empathetic enough to control reactionary implicit bias. Unless there is patternization or brainwashing. In Type's case, it's not brainwashing because he doesn't have people telling him how bad gays are, but the opposite. However, he has had repeated bad experiences with homosexuals, so it's pattern process. So what does all this mean? Type is scared, terrified really, and kicking someone like that is only going to make them fight back. Tharn is teaching him and helping him grow, but it's going to take time to circumvent the fear.

It took me a really long time to remove my prejudice towards men. A lot of therapy and support. But the empathy is there for Type, he is trying to be better. I love that he talks to Tharn about it, and it's not made into a big deal. Why? Because Tharn knows Type, and he already knows that the guy must have touched Type. Touch is a trigger for Type as it is for me. Once again, we see Tharn not being shy with his feelings, which is exactly what Type needs.

Type coming back home and Tharn immediately racing to him is a top scene for me.

Tharn's sad face when Type says he won't tell anyone about them. He knew this, I'm not saying it's right, but I'm not judging it either. Type hasn't had time to come to terms with himself yet. I can understand the hesitation. I understand Tharn being upset. They are both justified in feeling what they are feeling.

The sushi scene is more than just a fun scene. Tharn hates sushi, but here is Type in public trying to feed him. So hell yes, he is going to eat that sushi. And Type hates that he hurts Tharn, so he just wants to do something for him.

The store room again!!! Hahaha!!! Mister, I don't want anyone to know, but I'll let you hold my hand in public while begging. Not suspicious at all. The sales girl is such a fan. Me too girl! Me too!

I really don't like San. Not just because of him trying to get back with Tharn but come one. What he did to Tharn was not acceptable.

I love the Facebook birthday scene. Tharn had no intention of telling Type his birthday. He knows Type will go looking, and he loves that. It lets him know that he is special to Type.

Okay so the scene on the bed. Where Type is spilling bullshit. Notice that Tharn does not meet this with anger. Just a deep sigh and calmness. Type rewards him with telling him that he is already his. The softer Tharn is, the more Type gentles, which is very accurate.

So that's it for this episode. Hope you enjoy this book. If you get to the end. Big Thanks!!! 💜💜💜

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pastelwitchling · 2 years

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The scene I wish had been in 4x04.

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Michael scrolled through his phone, the heat beating on the nape of his neck and down his shirt as he kept his head bent over the screen. Once or twice he thought he saw a typing bubble come up, but he blinked and it was gone, and he knew he’d just imagined it.

He updated and updated, but no matter how hard he stared or willed a text to come in, Alex just seemed too busy to respond.

“C’mon, Manes,” he murmured, his piece of the alien necklace all but vibrating in his pocket, desperate to be with its other half. Much like Michael felt ready to crawl out of his skin without Alex there to steady him.

He’d thought he could handle it, he’d thought Alex would be back before he knew it, but it had been two weeks, and Michael was close to losing his mind. He had just gotten back from seeing Bonnie and Clyde, and after hours of having forgotten to check his phone, he’d hoped that he’d open it to see a message from his boyfriend. But no. Just like it had been since Alex had left, he hadn’t sent back a single word.

Then again, this was Alex, wasn’t it? The sooner he finished the sooner he got to come back, and Alex wanted to be back with Michael as much as Michael wanted to be back with him. He was just focusing. He was an ex-Air Force captain, after all, and he liked to do things perfectly, and Michael loved him all the more for it. He just wished he would answer a call now and then.

“Hey!” Michael heard right before a fist bumped his head.

“Ow!” he stood, glaring at Walt. “Damn it, old man, stop hitting me, will ya?”

“Then maybe you can take two minutes to do your damn job!” Walt demanded, and looked down at Michael’s phone, having just realized he had it out. “Replaced it already?” he scoffed. “Boy, you sure must be eager to talk to your man, huh?”

Michael felt a heat in his cheeks for reasons other than the afternoon sun. “I just didn’t want him to worry.”

He hummed. “He doesn’t look like the one worrying to me.”

Michael clenched his jaw, shaking his head as he looked back down at the screen. “I know Alex is fine.”

“That why you’ve been holding onto that thing like it’s the ring of power?” At Michael’s raised brows, Walt scowled. “Yeah, jackass, I read. You might want to try it once in a while.”

“Great,” Michael smiled tightly. “We done?”

“Look,” Walt’s voice softened, “I get it, kid, you miss him, but this worrying isn’t gonna help.”

“I’m not worried,” Michael argued. “I just know Alex, okay?”

“And you miss him,” he retorted. “Is that so hard for you to admit?”

“Fine!” he snapped. “I miss him, okay? I miss him like hell, I can barely freakin’ sleep when he’s not there, and I hate that he won’t answer my calls. I miss him, and . . .” he huffed, “I know I shouldn’t worry, but I am. Happy?”

He slumped down on the steps to the airstream, deflated, as Walt chuckled, his arms crossed. “That you finally found someone you love this much? Sorta.” He leaned against the trailer next to him, one ankle hooked over the other. “If you’re worried, why not just go to Deep Sky and ask his boss? I’m sure they’ve gotta be keepin’ in touch.”

Michael smirked humorlessly, and his next words sounded feral to his own ears. “If Alex isn’t talking to me, he’s definitely not talking to anybody else.” He stood, shaking his head. “Forget it, I’m just – I’m overreacting. Alex is fine.”

“You sure about that?”

“He has to be,” Michael demanded, his voice more a growl. “Because if he’s not . . . if someone put a finger on him, there’s nowhere they can run. Believe me,” he turned quiet, “the world doesn’t want to see what happens if someone tries to take Alex away from me.”

Walt’s expression was unreadable, but Michael had already turned away, his fingers trembling on his phone. But not with fear. It was anger – rage at the very thought of someone hurting Alex to get to him.

Whatever he’d told Walt, Michael had spent enough time away from Alex, and now the thought of him getting kidnapped had latched onto his brain. Reaching into his pocket, Michael pulled the glass necklace out and hung it around his neck, needing its faint pulsing to steady himself. He got into his truck, hoping that the necklace would help Alex somehow feel him wherever he was, and left the junkyard to Walt’s knowing eyes.

Even as he drove to Deep Sky, Michael knew that his concern was irrational. Alex getting kidnapped as soon as he’d left Roswell, as soon as he’d left Michael’s side . . . what were the odds?

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primusfortuna · 8 months

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Rouge ⟡ Love Wrapped in Ribbons of Gratitude (05)

[01] [02] [03] [04] [XX] [Sun] [Moon]

“The Wandering Bard”

Rouge: I’m gonna go check out the alcohol over there.

As Rouge-san leaves the general shelves for the alcohol corner, I find myself calling out to him.

Emma: Um... Unless I’m imagining things, I noticed you haven’t looked at anything but food and alcohol, Rouge-san.

Emma: Are you just really picky or something?

Rouge: Food and alcohol are things everyone can savor together, no? And I wouldn’t say I’m picky per se, but...

Rouge: As a rule, I try not to give away anything that can last.

Emma: Huh...?

Rouge: Think of it this way. I’m the wandering bard Rouge-san. Footloose and fancy free, I go wherever the wind blows.

Rouge: So I don’t really have much, and I try not to leave anything behind.

Rouge: ...I mean, there’s also the sad fact that I have to sell everything to cover my debts.

Emma: When you say you “don’t give anything that can last,” what does that―

Rouge: Oh, that’s just my own choice. Don’t worry about it, go pick out anything you’d like.

Rouge: Wait, ahhh!? Hold on! I see a type of brandy that everybody in the know talks about!!

Rouge: This stuff’s so rare, you can’t find it anywhere in Ricordo! I can’t believe I found it here! It’s my lucky day~!

(Rouge runs off)

Emma: (Footloose and fancy free... wherever the wind blows...)

Thinking about Rouge-san’s behavior, and the meaning behind those words, a little pain tears through my chest.

Emma: (Does he think that... he’ll disappear from Moon Wanderers someday too?)

Realistically speaking, I know that you can’t expect people to be together forever.

But, even so...

Emma: (...That makes me sad.)

Emma: Hey, Rouge-san...!

Rouge: Hm? What’s up?

↪ Gaze at him (Moon +16)

Emma: ...... Rouge: Emma-chan... you’re gonna burn in a hole in my face. Emma: I’m sorry, I just― Rouge: Careful about gazing at a man like that. You might get our hopes up~

↪ Tell him honestly (Sun +16)

Emma: About what you said a second ago... You and I― Rouge: Hehe, sorry. Don’t stress about it. Really. Rouge: I knew I’d break your heart by talking about it. I was stupid for that. Emma: Rouge-san... Rouge: Now! Let’s get back to our super fun gift spree.

He turns his back on me, ending this on a light note. I’m seconds away from crying out “Wait!” but...

At that moment, our previous conversation flashes through my head.

Rouge: I’m positive that mom really was thinking of him.

Rouge: It’s for your own good. It’s because I love you. —— Those beautifully dressed words make it hard sometimes.

Emma: (Rouge-san has made his stance clear. If I thoughtlessly told him “That makes me sad”...)

Emma: (I might just make things awkward for him...)

Rouge: Hey hey, Emma-chan! Don’tcha think Gran would be all over this alcohol?

Emma: Ah... Yeah. You’re right, it looks like that one brand he’s always drinking.

Rouge: All right! Then we’ll go with this as a bribe―I mean, present―for Gran~!

Rouge: Oh right, please address the bill to Moon Wanderers!

Emma: Not happening.

Rouge: Ah. Still a no-go?

Seeing him send me a wry smile with the bottle in hand, I can’t help but send one back.

Emma: ...You can’t claim this as business expense. What would you have even tried to claim it as?

Rouge: Obviously, entertainment!

Rouge: Hey... Emma-chan, can’t you help me through this somehow?

Emma: Sorry. All of your expense claims fall under entertainment, Rouge-san.

Rouge: Ehh~ Pleaaase~?

Emma: Buy your gifts with your own money.

Rouge: Yes ma’am...

Rouge-san and I continue this way, chatting as we pick out gifts for all the Moon Wanderers.

But I still can’t shake off the heartache I feel, seeing him choose presents that no one will be able to keep.

← Prev ❖ Sun Route ❖ Moon Route

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The Third Musketeer

Chapter 2

Last night was a disaster. Scott nearly wolfed-out in front of not just Allison but a whole party of teenagers. Then Derek, who might be both the killer and the one who bit Scott, took her home. Luckily Stiles found her safely at home. Scott was extremely freaked out when I saw him this morning, he didn’t reply to anything I said to him and just ran out of the door.

That morning I decided to meet Allison properly. So, when the boys were getting ready for lacrosse practise I find her at her locker. “Hey Allison, right? You probably don’t know me but I’m Scott’s sister, y/n.” I say with a smile. “Oh hi it’s great to meet you. Hey um, is Scott alright he left the party early and seemed really freaked out.” “Yeah there’s some stuff going on at home at the moment and I think he was stressed and felt sick or something. He didn’t really feel up to talking to me about it and I doubt he’ll feel ready to talk to you about it ‘cause you haven’t known each other long. It’s nothing personal it’s just ya know, close to home.” “Oh ok, that makes sense I guess. Is he going to be ok? I shouldn’t worry about it right?” “Oh no of course not! He’ll sort himself out soon I promise. I was hoping we could be friends? I know you and Scott are getting quite close and you seem really nice, so it could be good to get to know each other.” “Yeah! Yeah I’d love to!” “Great, I was planning on heading to the canteen, you wanna come?” “Yeah um I’m just waiting for Lydia, is it alright for it to be the three of us?” “Sure! I definitely need some girlfriends. There’s only so much I can talk about with Stiles and Scott.” We both laugh and start talking for ages. Truthfully I wasn’t ecstatic about hanging out with Lydia but Stiles likes her and if she’s a friend of Allison’s then she’s probably going to be around a lot so we may as well start getting to know each other.

Pretty soon Lydia strides up to us. “You’re y/n aren’t you?” She asks when she comes up to us. “Yep. Scott’s sister, we’re in the same science classes.” “Hmm.” She looks me up and down. “You like shopping?” “Not really had a chance to go shopping properly, not really had any girlfriends to go with.” “I like you, you’re in. And we’re going shopping as soon as possible.” “Oh that’s really sweet but my family’s a little tight on money at the moment so I can’t really afford to-“ “It’s my treat honey.” She smiles. “No! I can’t ask you to buy stuff for me.” “You’re not asking, I’m telling. It’s what I do for my friends. I won’t here any complaints, I’m taking you both out shopping soon.” Ok, starting to like her better already.

That night Scott comes home miserable. Mum’s on a night shift again so when she goes I join Scott in his room. I’m about to ask him how practise went, when Stiles calls him. When Scott accepts the call we are presented with the imagine of Stiles blasting a toy gun at the screen with a grin on his face. “Hey Stiles.” I say, leaning over Scott in the chair. “Hey y/n.” “What’d you find out?” Scott asks Stiles and as always, I don’t know what they’re on about. “Well it’s bad Jackson’s got a separated shoulder.” “Wait what?!” I turn to Scott. “What happened?!” “Jackson’s a tool.” Stiles says. “Not an answer.” “I wolfed out again and slammed into him pretty hard, and yeah.” “Oh my God.” I pinch the bridge of my nose. “Is he gonna play?” “Well they don’t know yet. Now they’re just counting on you for Saturday.”

Scott and I both sigh and try to think for a moment. I watch as Stiles leans into the screen. “What?” I ask him. He looks up at us and then starts typing. “It looks like what?” Scott asks. The screen freezes for a moment and I feel myself become tense. ‘Someone’s behind you’ Scott zooms in on our background to see what it Stiles is talking about.

I watch as the figure walks forward and grabs Scott off his chair slamming him into the wall. Apparently this is a werewolf thing. “I saw you on the field.” I hear him growl. “What are you talking about?” Scott pants out. “You shifted in front of them! If they find out what you are, they find out about me, about all of us. And then it’s not just the hunters after us, it’s everyone.” “Derek, he’s new to this! He doesn’t know how to control it.” “They didn’t see anything I swear.” “And they won’t. Because if you even try to play in that game on Saturday, I’m gonna kill you myself. “Derek!” I yell. And watch him push back and jump out the window, making eye contact with me quickly before leaving.

I run up to Scott and check him over. “Are you ok?” I ask as he pants out. “Do you- do you know him?” I ignore his question and continue checking him over. “Ok you look fine. Jesus. You can’t play on Saturday it’s too risky.” “Do. You. Know. Him?” Scott breathes out sounding angry. I sigh and look down. “Y/n, answer me.” “Yes! Ok? I knew him before he moved away. I was friends with one of his sisters, they were in my grade when we were little and I’d go over to their house and sometimes he’d play with us.” “So what? You knew about werewolves? About all of this?” I run my hands over my face. “No! Of course not! Look, clearly you’re getting angry so I’m going to my room. We’ll talk in the morning.

That night I cry thinking about the friend I had lost in the fire. Scott had been told, but not much more than that one of my friends had died, it was hell for me for a while, even if I was quite young.

The next day Allison and Lydia tell me that we’re all going to go out after the big game tomorrow. I don’t have the heart to tell them Scott’s not playing so I just agree. “Yeah that sounds fun!” “Yeah I can’t wait. A triple date!” Lydia squeals. “Wait what? A triple date?” “Yeah. Me and Scott, Lydia and Jackson, and you and Stiles. What’s wrong with that?” They both look at me confused. “No no no. Me and Stiles? Not a thing.” “What?!” They both blurt out. “What do you mean ‘not a thing’?” Lydia asks. “I mean, me and Stiles aren’t dating.” “Wow ok. He’s more of a coward than I thought.” Lydia scoffs and I give her a playful glare. “Nope. He’s just not interested. And neither am I. We’re just friends.” Allison and Lydia look at each other smirking. “What? I’m serious! We’re not.”

Just then I feel an arm wrap around my shoulder. “Hey ladies what we talking about?” I press my head into my notebooks as I see both girls smirk at me and raise their eyebrows. “Well, we were talking about what we’re gonna do after the big game tomorrow. We’re all gonna hang out. Me and Jackson, Allison and Scott…” she pauses for a moment, “you and y/n.” She emphasises. “Nice, er- sounds good.” “Yeah, it will be. 3 girls.. 3 guys… Sounds pretty good to me.” Lydia says suggestively. “Right…” Stiles says making eye contact with me and looking confused. “Yep ok we’re leaving now.” I say to both the girls, glaring at Lydia. “Thanks for making that weird, really.” She smiles and waves as I walk away with Stiles keeping up with me with his arm still around my shoulder.

“What do you think she meant by that?” He asks, seemingly genuinely confused. “Don’t worry about it, trust me you don’t want to know.” I sigh.

At break I’m hanging out with Lydia and Allison again. Well, I was chatting with Allison when Lydia came over dragging someone I didn’t know with her. “This is Allison.” Lydia says indicating to her. “She’s the new girl. Just moved here.” Allison says hi and talks for a small moment and I see Lydia make eye contact with Scott who starts walking over. Then, Allison says goodbye and Lydia and whoever that was walks away.

Scott comes over to us, looking annoyed. “So, Lydia’s introducing you to everyone?” Scott asks. “She’s being so unbelievably nice to me.” “I wonder why.” “I wish she’d introduce me to everyone, he was cute.” I say watching him leave. Allison giggles. “Maybe Lydia doesn’t think you need introducing to anyone new.” She hints at me, winking. “And maybe she’s wrong. As I’ve already explained to you, not a thing.” I emphasise. “What are you guys talking about?” He asks. “Nothing for you to worry about Scotty. Trust me you’d regret asking.

“Where’d you get that?” Scott asks, his eyes glancing between the jacket Allison’s holding and Allison herself. “My jacket?” Allison replies, “It was in my locker. I think Lydia brought it back from the party. She has my combination-“ “Did she say she brought it back or did someone give her the jacket?” Scott interrupts, and I roll my eyes and his rudeness towards her. “Like who?” “Like Derek.” “You’re friend?” “He’s not my friend. Actually he’s more Y/n’s friend.” He side-eyes me and I look to the floor. “How much did you talk to him when he drove you home?” “Not much at all.” She glances between us a little confused. “What did you say?” “I got to get to class.” She points behind us then looks at me. “You coming?” “Yeah.” I reply and we turn to leave. “Allison-“ “Scott. We have to go.” I say sternly as we walk off, trying to help Allison get out of that situation.

“Thanks.” Allison says and stops walking as we turn a corner. “Now what was that about?” She asks. “I’m really sorry! Scott’s really stressed right now and when he’s stressed he just starts getting-“ “Not about me. I meant about you being friends with Derek. Is that why you and Stiles aren’t a thing? You’re with Derek?” “God no! I used to be friends with Derek’s little sister so I know him and Scott only found this out last night and they don’t really get along so he’s mad about that.” “So, you’re not interested in Derek?” Allison smirks. “No! Not my type.” I chuckle. “But Stiles is?” “Yeah. Wait! No! I did not mean that! At all! No no no.” Allison starts laughing as I fumble to save myself from the humiliation.

Luckily Lydia walked over in time. “What are you giggling about?” She asks which a small smile on her face. “You’ll never guess-“ I quickly cover Allison’s mouth with my hand to shut her up. “Nothing Lydia!” I say giving her my best toothy-grin. “Sure…” She says, and I let go of Allison. “Anyway are you both free tonight?” Allison nods and I say, “Well I need to study.” “Nope. You study plenty and you’re a genius so you don’t. We’re going shopping tonight!” She squeals, “My treat so don’t even try to get out of it. “Thank you!” Allison yelps and wraps Lydia in a hug. “Are you sure Lydia?” She levels me with a look. “Yes I’m sure! Stop worrying and have fun without a bunch of boys for once.” I think for a moment then smile. “Thank you!!” I squeal and give Lydia a tight hug.

Later on that day Lydia calls us to say she has to cancel because Jackson is dragging her to the hospital and wants to spend the night- much to Lydia’s frustration.

The boys don’t tell about their little adventure to find the body until the next morning where Stiles drags me out to see Derek get arrested. “Why didn’t you tell me?!” I yell at him when we start making our way over to his house. “Didn’t think you’d want to come, you know considering the whole you being friends with him thing.” “I was friends with his little sister. You know before the fire that killed her and most of her family. Besides even of we were friends, why would you think I want to see him getting arrested.” “Because you don’t like to be left out of things.” “And yet you both seem to anyway.” I mumble.

When we get to his house we walk over to the police car. We see Scott who shakes his head at us but Stiles carries on and I follow. Stiles climbs into the car and faces Derek. “Okay, just sow you know, I’m not afraid of you.” I see Derek continue to stare at Stiles with that cold look on his face that he seems to always have. “Okay maybe I am.” I snigger a little and Stiles throws me a look. “Doesn’t matter. I just wanna know something. The girl you killed, she was a werewolf. She was a different kind wasn’t she? I mean, she can turn herself into an actual wolf, and I know Scott can’t do that. Is that why you killed her?” Ok, maybe I am curious about this conversation. “Why are so worried about me, when it’s your friend that’s the problem? When he shifts on the field what do you think they’re gonna do? Huh? Just keep cheering him on? I can’t stop him from playing but you can. And trust me,” he leans in, “you want to.”

Suddenly I realise the sheriff is coming towards us and he opens the door, tugging Stiles out before I have a chance to warn him. He drags him out and I follow along, I can feel Derek staring at me. “There. Stand. What do you think you’re doing?” Noah questions. “I’m just trying to help.” Stiles replies shoving his hands into his pockets. “Okay well how about you help me understand exactly how you came across this?” Stiles sighs. “We were looking for Scott’s inhaler.” “Which he dropped when?” “The other night.” “The other night when you were out here looking for the first half of the body?” “Yes!” “The night you told me you were alone and Scott and Y/n were at home?” I face-palm at Stiles’s stupidity. “Yes! No.” His face drops. “Oh, crap.” “So you lied to me.” “That depends on how you define lying.” “Well I define it as not telling the truth, how do you define it?” “Reclining your body in a horizontal position?” “Get the hell out of here.” Noah waves us off. “Absolutely.” Stiles grabs my wrist and walks towards Scott, and I can’t help but to glance at Derek, only to see him already staring right back at me. I turn away and get into Stiles’s jeep.

Scott starts searching for anything on wolfsbane being used to bury werewolves. “I can’t find anything!” He exclaims frustrated. “Just keep looking.” Stiles glances over to him. “Maybe it’s like a ritual or something. Like maybe the bury you as a wolf. Or maybe it’s like a special skill, like something you have to learn.” Both fairly good ideas. “I’ll put it on my to-do list.” Scott mumbles. “Right after figuring out how the hell I’m playing this game tonight.” “You’re still playing?!” I ask annoyed. “Maybe it’s different for girl werewolves.” Stiles says, neither of them acknowledging what I’ve said as per usual. “Okay, stop it.” Scott starts hunching over slightly and his voice is hoarse. I lean forwards from the back trying to look at him properly. “Stop what?” Stiles asks. “Stop saying ‘werewolves’! Stop enjoying this so much!” He looks like he might have a panic attack. “Are you okay Scott?” I ask, placing my hand on his shoulder. “No!” He shoves my hand away. “No I’m not! I’m so far from being okay!” I really think something’s seriously wrong with him right now. “You know, your gonna have to accept this, Scott.” “Stiles.” I say a little quieter than intended, trying to get his attention. “I can’t.” “Stiles pull over.” I say. “What?” He glances at me. “I can’t breathe!” Scott growls and presses his hand to the roof of the jeep. “Woah woah!” Stiles says “What’s happening?!”Scott pulls open the bag in between them and pulls out part of a rope with a flower attached to it. “You kept it?!” He growls at Stiles. What even is that? “What was I supposed to do with it?!” He replies. Whatever it is, it can’t be good with the way Scott is. “Stop the car!” Scott yells and flashes his bright yellow eyes at Stiles, causing him to freak out and press the brake immediately.

Stiles jumps out of the car with the bag in hand and throws it into the wood away from Scott. Despite this, Scott runs off and ignores my shouts towards him. “Okay we’re good.” I hear Stiles say and I turn towards him. “Scott?” He asks looking at the closing car door. “He left Stiles.” I mumble. “We need to get you home.” He says and climbs into the car. “What?! No I’m helping you find him!” I exclaim and climb into the passenger seat facing him. He runs his hands over his head and sighs. “This is serious y/n. You could get hurt.” “So could you Stiles! I’m not letting you deal with this alone.” I strap in and cross my arms, raising an eyebrow at him, daring him to try and stop me. He looks at me with an unreadable emotion and then faces the wheel. “Fine. But if there’s even the slightest chance of you getting hurt, you run the other way as fast as you can.” I smile satisfied. “Deal.” I say, even if it’s a lie. I wasn’t exactly going to let Stiles deal with this alone.

He contacts the police station asking if they’ve had any odd calls but they (understandably) hang up on him. And unfortunately we find nothing before the game.

But when the team come out to play I see Stiles walking with Scott and let you a huge sigh of relief. Until I see Lydia approach Scott and grab him by the shirt, saying something to him. The whistle blows and the team gets into position, I see Stiles briefly talk to his father and he seems quite nervous, once again biting at his nails.

The game starts and immediately there’s tension on the field, Jackson even pushes Scott over to get the ball before scoring a goal. Me and mum reluctantly stand up to clap despite this. I tell mum that I’m going to stand with Lydia and Allison and I walk over just as the pull out a sign saying ‘we luv Jackson’. I groan because this is the last thing that Scott needs right now.

I say hi to them and they say hi back. “So, you think your mans gonna be able to play tonight?” Lydia asks suggestively and winks at me. “Not my man Lydia.” I reply. “Oh hush, of course he is. Just because it’s not official yet doesn’t make it not true.” “Actually that’s exactly what it makes it. Besides he likes someone else.” “No he doesn’t.” Allison joins in. “And how would you guys know? You barely know him.” “Because we’re not blind.” I roll my eyes and face the game again.

Oh crap.

“Which one is Scott again?” Allison's father asks. “Number 11.” I answer. “Also known as the one who hasn’t caught a ball the entire game.” Lydia says and I roll my eyes. “I hope he’s okay.” Allison mutters. “I hope we’re okay.” Lydia says, causing us all to see the scoreboard, we’re losing. “We need to win this.” Lydia stands up, bringing her sign with her. “Allison?” She indicates for her to hold the sign up. “Little help here?” Allison glances at me and I shake my head looking down at the pitch. Allison stand up to help Lydia. I didn’t even notice it was a new sign. Allison looks unhappy to be a part of this but I don’t think Scott sees it that way.

The ball is flung into the air and watch Scott jump into the air and catch the ball. Scott scores a goal and I stand up and cheer as loud as possible, I choose to ignore the fact that Lydia seems unhappy about this and stays sat down. The ball whistle is blown again and the opposing team catches it much to my disappointment, however, the team member faces Scott and seems to deliberately pass him the ball. That can’t be good. But once again, Scott runs and scores a goal, destroying the goalies net at the same time. I cheer again with Allison, grinning at each other.

This time the entire other team seems afraid to go near him. “You can do it Scott.” I hear Allison say, and I see 2 team members start charging it him before he scores another goal winning the game!! The whole crowd cheers and starts running onto the pitch to congratulate the team. I run straight to Stiles and jump onto him giving him a hug, he holds on and keeps me upright. “He did it!” Stiles yells out. I grin at him and he grins back, we make eye contact for a moment before we realise and glance away from eachother. I hope the he can’t see me blushing. I have my legs wrapped around his waist with my arms around his neck as he holds me up.

I don’t want him to let go.

I glance at Stiles again to see a small smile on his face and I feel his thumbs stroking my back. I smile as well and place my forehead on his shoulder. He sits down on the bench and we both seem to decide to keep holding onto eachother in this moment. I smile and turn my head into the crook of his neck, trying not to smile too widely as he rests his head against mine.

We stay there for a little bit and the initial excitement wears down a little. We hear Stiles’s father on the phone and I lean my head back to look at him to hear better. “Dad? What’s wrong?” Stiles asks and his dad holds his finger up, indicating for us to wait a moment. He walks over to us sighing. “So, the medical examiners report came back. Turns out that girl was killed by an animal. So Derek’s been let out.” I hold my breath, looking at Stiles waiting to see his reaction. He nods at his dad and his dad says that he needs to get to the station so he waves us goodbye.

I look at Stiles again and place one of my hands on his head, feeling the small hairs. “We need to find Scott.” I say and he nods. I climb off of him and hold my hand out for him to take before we walk to the locker room. We hear noised and walk towards the showers only to see him and Allison kissing. I smile and can’t help but to keep watching them. Ultra-aware of our fingers still intertwined with eachother. It doesn’t take long for them to stop and Allison to say goodbye, she spots us and says hi, and I notice her quickly glance at our joined hands, winking at me before she leaves. Scott comes over to us and I let go of Stiles’s hand as we approach him.

“I kissed her.” Scott and Stiles seem to share the same big grin. “I saw.” He replies. “She kissed me.” He smiles seems to grow even wider. “I saw that too. It’s pretty good huh?” Scott sighs. “I-I don’t know how but I controlled it. I pulled it back. Maybe I can do this, maybe it’s not that bad.” I feel guilty about telling him the news, not wanting to spoil his good mood. “Yeah, we’ll talk later then.” Stiles seems to think the same as he hits Scott on the chest and turn to walk away with me following suit. But Scott grabs onto Stiles and gives him a questioning look. “What?” He asks. Stiles glances at me and I nod slightly, running my hand through my hair. “The er, medical examiner looked at the other half of the body we found.” “And?” Scott asks. “Well, keep it simple. Medical examiner determines killer of girl to be animal, not human. Derek’s human, not animal. Derek not killer, Derek let out of jail.” Stiles explains. “Are you kidding?” “No, and here’s the bigger kick in the ass. My dad ID’d the dead girl, both halves. Her name was Laura Hale.” “Hale?!” “Derek’s sister.” Stiles sighs.

At this information I get angry and leave the room. I find my mum and drive home with her, not waiting for Scott. I remembered Laura, known that her and Derek had moved away after the fire and knowing that she was dead as well too?! That scared me. But it also left me worried for Derek, everyone else was dead. He was completely alone. And my idiot brother and his best friend got him thrown in jail for it. Once again I cry myself to sleep. Everything wrong in my life making an appearance in my brain to keep me crying for hours on end.

I don’t know how I’m going to cope with all of this.

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— they walk in on their crush changing

includes: bakugou, kirishima, todoroki, midoriya, and tamaki

warnings: kinda suggestive?? swearing

a/n: i saw multiple tiktoks about this and wanted to write something about it sooo yeah. some of them are a bit longer than others because i got carried away oops. hope you guys like it !!

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to @orbital-audio )

bakugou katsuki:

listen, i feel like bakugou would act like he doesn’t care at all

but he’s definitely blushing and can’t look at you straight in the eye

he just wanted to let you know that since kaminari and mina forced him to help them study, you could come too

so he made his way to your dorm room while looking at his phone

and he doesn’t even knock so you’re quite startled

although you don’t blame him because he’s always hanging out in your room and vice versa

“hey we’re gonna have a study session later tonight, in case you wanna come” his eyes are glued to his phone as he talks, but you still feel embarrassed that he’s in the same room as you while you’re changing

after a few seconds go by with no response from you, he finally looks up from the device

“i’m talking to you-” the breath gets knocked out of him when he sees you’re in the middle of trying on different outfits

and apparently you were about to try a new one because you’re just in your freaking underwear

bakugou may be a lot of things, but he is not a pervert

so he’s quick to turn around to face the door, his eyes tightly shut even tho he can’t see anything as it is since you’re behind him

“you dumbass, don’t you know how to lock a fucking door?! is not that hard for fuck’s sake”

you almost want to laugh at the blonde’s state

you’ve never seen him like this before so you might as well tease him about it

“didn't your parents teach you it's impolite to enter a room without knocking first?”

oh he can hear the smirk on your face and he wants nothing more than to go up to you and wipe it off himself

but he knows you’re still in your underwear

and while it’s true he’s a gentleman, he’s also a man

seeing his crush in her underwear will most definitely get a reaction out of him

he curls his hands into fists by his side, jaw clenching because he knows you’re probably enjoying this

“just shut up and get dressed”

“is my room, i can stay like this if i want”

“put. something. on”

his tone annoys you

who the hell is he to tell you what to do?

“and what if i don’t want to?”

you’re just buffing of course, you’ve already put on one of bakugou’s shirt that you stole from him a week ago

his patience is running out

and he’s mad at himself because fuck, why does he have to like you so much?

if it was any other girl he couldn’t have cared less and would’ve just walked out

but it’s you, his crush

you’re so different from everyone else and it makes his blood boil because feelings are stupid and he should be focusing on becoming the number one hero, not some silly high school crush

“okay i'm dressed”

a sigh of relief escapes his lips as he turns around, but it doesn’t take long before his eyes are wide open as he takes in your figure

you’re wearing his shirt

it ends just above your mid thigh and it falls around your figure loosely, obviously too big for you

bakugou can feel butterflies in his stomach at the sight

why are you so pretty?

“what was that you were saying when you walked in?”

you’re so calm and collected, walking around with only his shirt on

normally he hates when people wear his clothes, but it looks so good on you he can’t even bring himself to be annoyed

“we’re having a study session tonight,” his voice is low and he fixes his gaze on the wall behind you. “and you can come too, if you want to that is”

“wait that’s a great idea, i’ve been falling behind on english recently”

he nods and you frown at his actions

sure bakugou can be quiet, when he’s not mad, but he looks rather…shy?

you smirk once again, knowing what this is all about

“don’t tell me the bakugou katsuki has never seen a girl naked before?”

“the fuck are you talking about?”

“well is either that or you like me because why else would you be so red right now?”

he groans when you say that

anyways he uhhh got tired of you not getting all the hints he’s been dropping and just straight up corners you against the wall

your heart is about to burst out of your chest at the close proximity and the feeling only intensifies when he smirks

he leans down, lips merely inches away from your own

“seeing as you’re not pushing me away right now, i say you like me too, dumbass”

well he’s not wrong soooo

you end up kissing after that✨

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

kirishima eijirou:

oh boy, this poor baby

he would be the type to apologize around 100 times and even when you told him it was fine and that you didn’t care, he would still feel guilty

ok so what happened was you were getting ready for your date with kirishima

because yes, he finally asked you out and you couldn’t be happier with life at the moment

and he wanted to know how much longer you were gonna take since he was already done

but you wouldn’t answer his texts

spoiler alert: you were just showering but he was too impatient and also he just wanted to see you again hehe he’s so cute

anyways,,

he makes his way to your room and knocks on the door

it’s more of like a warning because he doesn’t even wait for a response, he just barges in

you had gotten out of the shower like 3 minutes ago and were in the process of drying your hair in the middle of the room, your back facing kirishima

“hey y/n how much longer do you think- shit!”

his voice scares you, but you don’t move because you know it’ll be worse if you do

so you stay frozen in your place

kirishima notices the droplets of water falling from your hair and down your spine before slowly falling down the curves of your-

he flushes completely, his face now matching his dyed hair perfectly, and he turns around with both of his hands covering his eyes

“i’m so so so sorry! that was so unmanly of me. i should’ve just waited until you texted me, but i missed you and wanted to see you so i came over and didn’t wait for an answer and then i saw you and oh god you’re naked and-”

“kirishima,”

he shuts up when he hears your soft voice calling his name

“yeah?”

“calm down”

after that he just stays quiet, trying to calm the erratic beating of his heart and not let his imagination run wild

you should be the one that’s flustered because your best friend and crush just saw your bare ass

but if anything, kirishima’s the one who feels like he’s about to faint from seeing so much skin

he thinks it’s really unmanly of him to see you naked without your consent so he’s on the brink of an existential crisis

meanwhile, as kirishima rethinks all of his life choices, you finish drying your hair and continue to put on your outfit, knowing kirishima wouldn’t turn around any time soon

he’s still facing away from you even when you’ve finished dressing up

you giggle, thinking about how cute he is before tapping his shoulder

“you can look now, kiri”

even with your permission, he’s still hesitant about his movements

he doesn’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything so that’s why he genuinely doesn’t know what to do

kirishima turns around slowly, eyes now focused on the floor

“i’m really sorry about that, y/n. i didn’t mean to i swear and i’m sorry if i made you uncomfortable but-”

“kiri, i’m not mad at you”

“you’re not?”

“of course not, i know it was an accident”

well thank god because he wouldn’t forgive himself if he made you upset

“besides, you were eventually gonna see me naked”

it was a joke

supposed to be

but kirishima whips his head your way and his eyes almost pop out of their sockets

a part of him is shy sure, but the other part wants to run laps after hearing you say that

“well yeah but that’s different…” he scratches the back of his neck nervously and your heart swells for the boy in front of you

he really is so sweet

he just wants you to be completely comfortable around him

how could you not be in love with him?

“how about we forget this ever happened, i finish getting ready, and then we go on our date? hm?”

he nods eagerly after hearing you say that, if you’re happy then he’s absolutely content

you smile at him before standing up on your tip toes and leaving a chaste kiss against his cheek

of course he blushes again

he’ll never get tired of your cuteness

or you in general

but this time he’s more confident when he pulls you to his chest in a tight hug

“the view was really nice by the way”

“kirishima!”

“what? i'm just saying you should be proud”

“you’re so stupid”

“stupidly in love with you that is”

he’s got a dumb smile on his face after he says that

and it only widens when you take his hand in yours to sit him down on your bed

yup, he’s head over heels for you

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

todoroki shouto:

out of the five of them, he’d DEFINITELY be the most chill about it

sure, he’d still feel embarrassed and what not

but he wouldn’t make such a big deal about it

simply because he doesn’t want to make things awkward between you two

so he decides it’s best if he just keeps acting like he normally would

you texted him to come over so you could watch some movies together

and he had some homework to do but it’s not like he was gonna pass up on the opportunity of spending quality time with you

unlike the other first years,

todoroki actually knocks and waits for your response

because he has manners, period.

“come on in!”

you said it was okay to come in

so why the hell are you in the middle of changing shirts?????

he wastes no time in closing his eyes

refusing to keep looking at you when you probably don’t even know he’s watching

“um y/n?”

“yes?”

“what are you doing?”

“i’m changing, isn’t it obvious?” your chuckle makes his cheeks heat up

was this amusing to you?

because he was seconds away from having a heart attack

however he doesn’t show it

instead, he just continues to keep his eyes closed while trying to think about literally anything else except your bare skin

key word: trying

because he can’t seem to get the image of your clothed breasts out of his mind and he thinks he’s about to go insane

he also scolds himself because a gentleman shouldnt do that

but you don’t seem to care at all and that confuses him so much (???

“why do you have your eyes closed?”

“are you done changing”

“yeah”

when he opens his eyes again you’re sitting down on your bed, laptop placed in front of you as you scroll down on netflix

now fully dressed

he lets out a sigh of relief before clearing his throat and sitting down next to you

and he thinks he’s being slick and smooth

but he’s not

he’s actually almost completely stiff

and when you subconsciously brush your knee against his, he flinches

you frown at his reaction

“are you okay?”

“yeah, why do you ask?”

“because you’re acting weird”

“am not”

“you are”

the banter goes on for a while until you finally figure it out

the way his eyes occasionally look down on your chest only to quickly look away with a blush on his cheeks it's what gives him away

“wait, are you embarrassed just because you saw my boobs?”

cue todoroki wanting to get the hell out of your room

“i’m not embarrassed”

“your blush says otherwise, todoroki”

he doesn’t know what to say afterwards so he just sits there with a pout on his pretty lips and his eyebrows furrowed

he’s so shy and cute🥺

“if you want to, you can take your shirt off so we’ll be tied”

your tone is teasing as you continue to scroll on your computer, not really giving much thought to what you said

except you forgot todoroki takes everything quite literally

the grin falls from your lips as soon as you see todoroki, indeed, taking off his shirt

“w-what are you doing?!”

“you said we need to be tied”

“todoroki, that was a joke!”

the roles have been reversed because now you're the one who’s all flustered and looking away from him

he blinks once, then twice before smiling at you

“now who’s being shy?”

“i- shut up and watch the movie”

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

midoriya izuku:

he would die

not literally duh

but he’d want to disappear right then and there

you know that one scene where hatsume is pressed up against him and he blushes a shit ton and is just like “b-b-boobs”?

well yeah he’s like that

except he can barely talk because of how embarrassed he is

he’d also, like kirishima, apologize a lot

he literally just feels like he committed a crime

and you’re like “midoriya, it’s not that deep”

but he’s just upset with himself

you had told him earlier that you needed some help with your homework

and since he’s such a wonderful friend, he didn’t hesitate to tell you that he’d be more than happy to help

so now he’s happily walking to your room because he loves study dates with you

even tho they’re not dates at all

but still

he loves them

especially whenever you get a question right and you just look up at him with big puppy eyes, waiting for him to praise you

and he does

because you deserve it

you work so hard and he admires you for that

ok BAcK to the point,,,

(i’m sorry i just love this man so much, he makes me so soft)

here’s the deal

midoriya knocks on your door right?

but you don’t hear it because you’re blasting music on your speaker while singing your heart out

so he lets himself in

tho he wants to run back out when he sees your naked back is facing him

you’re changing; that’s the first thing he notices

the second thing he notices is that you’re standing in front of a mirror

and you’re not wearing a bra

he yelps before turning around and you jump because you hadn’t noticed him

“izuku? what are you-”

“i’m so sorry y/n! i didn’t mean to invade your privacy like this a-and i didn’t know you were changing and so i opened the door and then i saw you and oh god you’re not wearing a shirt which isn’t bad you know, i m-mean i'm not saying you look bad because ha believe me you don’t but-”

“oh my god dude, would you relax?”

you laugh as you finish putting on your hoodie

he frowns, you’re laughing? in a situation like this?! are you okay???

“again, i’m sorry and it’s okay if you want me to go because it’s weird and i don’t want you to feel uncomfortable because of me so-”

“ok izuku, first of all stop talking,” he quickly shuts his mouth, still facing the closed door so you don’t see his tomato-like cheeks. “second, turn around,” you place your hands on his shoulders to make him look at you and he tenses at the touch, but turns around anyways

you offer him a kind smile, the one that makes him fall harder for you everyday and that’s enough to ease his nerves a bit

“third, quit freaking out. it’s not like i’m gonna kill you or anything”

“b-but how are you so...calm?”

“uhh because i don’t really care?”

he doesn’t know why, but his heart hurts a little after hearing you say that

is not like he expects you to actually reciprocate his feelings but,,

he didn’t have an effect on you whatsoever? not even a little bit?

“and besides, it’s you so i don’t mind”

“what do you mean?”

you shrug, smirking at the green haired boy, “well you like me, right?”

he almost stops breathing

maybe he did for a few seconds

he looks at you, a mix of emotions flashing through his expression

is he relieved? is he scared? is he happy?

he doesn’t k n o w

neverthless, he nods shyly, looking away from your captivating gaze

“and i like you so it’s okay”

midoriya.exe has stopped working

someone PLEASE calm this boy down

he’s about to explode from feeling so much happiness

“you do?!”

“of course” you smile at him one last time, before interlacing your fingers with his and sitting down on the rug next to your bed so you can study

or maybe you got a little carried away and ended up cuddling all evening while eating ramen

but that’s besides the point

( gif isn’t mine !! credits go to its rightful owner )

tamaki amajiki:

sweet little baby

he faints :D

no but seriously

he does.

are we surprised?

nope, not at all

he can’t look at you for more than 5 seconds without getting nervous as it is,

but after he saw you half naked?!

yeah no, that’s too much for tamaki

his body shuts down because he cannot handle it

nejire told him to go check up on you because you seemed off at school

which tamaki also noticed because he’s very observant with people (especially you) but he preferred to not say anything

of course his first response to nejire is straight up: no

he’s too shy

and he’s scared because what if you get mad at him? or tell him to go away?

he thinks it’s better to give you your space and if you want to talk to him, then he’s more than ready to listen

but nejire wouldn’t shut up about it

then mirio butted in too and they were just whining a lot and he got tired of hearing them talk

now here he is, standing in front of your room with a shaky hand hovering against the wooden door

much like todoroki, he knocks and patiently waits for a response

which he receives quickly

“who is it?”

“tamaki”

“ahh tama, let yourself in!”

he blushes at the nickname and finally opens the door

he’s about to go sit on your desk chair or something

but then he sees you

you’re only in your underwear, struggling to put on a hoodie

and then you jump to try and get it on

and that makes it worse because you’re wearing a b r a

long story short,

he falls to the floor :D

the big ‘thud’ startles you and even more so when you see tamaki’s unconscious body on the floor

“shit, tama are you okay?”

it takes him a good 5 minutes to open his eyes again

he feels a cold towel pressed up against his forehead and he frowns at the feeling

when he turns his head around, he notices that he’s laying down on your bed

but you're nowhere to be seen

“thank god you’re awake”

your voice comes from behind him and that’s when he realizes he’s not only laying down on your bed, but also on your lap

“you really worried me!”

cue him blushing like there’s no tomorrow and stuttering

“s-sorry. i was just s-surprised to see you c-changing and i’m sorry i didn’t tell you i was coming b-beforehand”

you shake your head, “that’s okay tama, i’m not mad at you”

he just nods because he’s afraid he’ll say something dumb if he talks

you brush your fingers through his indigo hair and he swears he can feel himself falling more in love with you in that precise moment

you smile down at him

“what did you come here for anyway? not that i mind, but you know”

“nejire told me y-you seemed down today s-so i came to check up on you”

butterflies flutter in your stomach at his sweet words

“aww you’re so sweet, but i’m okay. i was just feeling sad”

he sits up to look at you better and he doesn’t miss the way you pout when his hair is no longer in between your fingers

which makes his heart speed up

“are you okay?”

his question is so genuine and he seems so concerned, it makes you want to keep him in your pocket forever

“i am now”

he smiles at your response, happy that you feel better

“i’m glad”

“now come here, i wanna play with your hair”

and who is he to deny such request?

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shotorozu · 3 years

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you like their hands

character(s) : todoroki shouto, bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku (1/?)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk’s not specific

post type : headcanons; accompanied with a small scenario [fluff, the mildest of spice not nsfw]

note(s) : i was thinking about todo’s hands today— also i’ll be adding pictures of what i think their hand looks like so.. 😳

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todoroki shouto

i’d like to believe that shouto’s hands would be long and pretty— kinda like how i’d imagine akaashi and kageyama’s hands

but have y’all seen that man’s hands in the anime and manga 😳 they’re not really what i’d call them “long”

so i had to find a mid point, kinda like a fusion of both.

his hands are either really pale, or the knuckles are just really red

moving on..

you have a weird infactuation with his hands, and you were gonna tell him! but you just didn’t know when

he didn’t really get it at first??

yes, he will respect and properly entertain your interests. but.. his hands? he doesn’t get that part yet

shouto can say he takes care of them well. washing his hands at least 3 times a day, and applying lotion on them with the slightest mint scent in it

and he takes care of his hands because he needs to rely on them everytime he uses his quirk.

speaking of quirk— his hands are either scorching to the touch, or cold.

so the first time he reaches out for your hand, you just.. freeze?? you were talking about something random while walking with him

then he just suddenly reached for your hand

seeing your reaction, he’s like.. “oh. my hand must be too cold for them. gotta switch.”

then he switches hands, holding your hand with his left. and you’re still the same, and it appears to be that switching didn’t really help

scenario

“what’s wrong, love?” he pulls you aside, staring at your expression— seeing that you became stiff when he reached for your touch.

you want to downplay the entire situation, really. but shouto doesn’t budge, that’s just who he is, and he’s still left wondering what’s wrong, and if he did something.

that is until you mention his hands, and that you like them

“your hands.. are really nice i guess,” you avert your gaze “i like them.” you say in almost a whisper like tone.

he sighs in relief. and he feels better that it’s not about the fact that you hate the temperature of his hands, since they’re either abnormally sahara desert hot or cold like fresh snow on a december morning.

his cheeks flare pink for a moment, in sudden realization “y-you like my hands?” shouto asks this as a confirmation, hoping that he actually heard it correctly.

but when you nod, he takes full advantage— entertaining your interest in his hands to his best abilities

he smiles when he sees your expression change when he brushes the back of your hand with his own. then, he finally holds your hand— the coolness of his right hand is making you hyper aware

your heart only pounds faster against your chest, when he presses his lips to the back of your hand, maintaining eyecontact as he does soz

after dating you, he paints his nails with clear nail polish. it makes him feel better knowing that they’ll stay clean even with all the hectic training

to calm you down, he likes to rub his thumb against your cheek— his quirk slightly activating while he stares into your eyes

a little spicy; but whenever you eat your desert during a date, he will wipe the excess off the side of your lips, and ask you to lick it off.

is he teasing you? or is he serious? we will never know.

bakugou katsuki

SCREAMs

bakugou’s hands are big, and his veins are prominent— but not too veiny to the point it’s concerning.

he sometimes likes wearing rings but.. that’s just sometimes

his hands are strangely soft, especially the palms— but he could say there’s some rough spots here and there, but he’d guess it’s because of his quirk.

bakugou’s hands are always warm and sweaty, which he never actually cared about— until he started dating you

he’s kinda worried that you wouldn’t wanna hold his hand, but you can say it’s actually the opposite?

you really like his hands.. but you’re just scared of getting judged

so when he reaches for your hand, you try to pretend that he wasn’t? you turn your head away— trying to not look the slightest bit of dazed

scenario

“what’s up with you?” bakugou interrogates you, his ruby irises glaring into your eyes— his voice gruff

“what?” you question, the sudden action was out of the blue— and you hold in your breath when his hands cage you in, large hands pressed on the wall behind you

“HAH?” he yells, not amused by your sudden oblivion, “don’t act dumb,” he grits his teeth “spit it out, and tell me what’s wrong.”

“nothing’s wrong, suki— i don’t really follow?” you try to convince him that no, i’m totally not afixiated with something about you, even though you’re my boyfriend; i don’t wanna admit that. however— you’re not very slick.

“tch, fucking liar.” his eyes narrow, “if you hate my fuckin’ hands, then i prefer it if you were honest about it.”

“sorry, but what?” you blink, suddenly appalled by his words, “hate.. your hands?”

“because that’s what it is, huh?” he moves even closer to you, practically inches away; and you can only pray that he can’t hear the rather loud beating of your heart. “my hands are so sweaty that you don’t wanna touch em, is that it?”

you’re agitated by his misunderstanding, and you sigh; finally deciding to come clean. “fine! fine. i like your hands.”

you didn’t mean to make it sound that upfront.

bakugou blinks, the sudden tension releasing into thin air, his expression left almost as equally surprised as you.

“tch. so that’s how it is,” he smirks, and by the way it looks— you suddenly regret telling him that.

well.. not really?

he actually takes advantage of that, making sure you remember his hands nicely.

when he sits next to you on the couch, he’ll throw his beefy ass arm around your shoulders like usual. then, he’ll run his hand up and down, making sure you’re aware of his touch.

bakugou will be THAT BITCH that’ll gesture you to come over so he could kiss you,

and when you’re leaning in— he’ll pinch your cheek, a sly grin on his face.

a little spicy; but he’s the type to rest his hand on your neck when you guys kiss <3 ugh

but overall— he’s really glad you actually like his hands, and it wasn’t like you hated them at all

but GOSH he just wished you told him from the start >:T

midoriya izuku

less veins, but.. DAMN THEY’RE KINDA THICK?? not too thick but.. have you seen his hands in the manga??

of course— his hands are rough, with a bunch of scars from his quirk. which he was kinda conscious about

but he tries hard to take care of them outside of combat things in fights; if they’re damaged then.. oh well

he definitely fiddles with pencils, and when he’s studying— the chance of him having a silver’s hand is likely (the thing where the graphite smeers on the back of your hand) he hates that shit

he definitely has a writer’s callus. PROVE ME WRONG!! that man writes a lot, and so do i so 😌 twinsies

but he tries to keep them clean, and he wants to make them feel less rough— so he will invest in some hand cream

compared to the other two, midoriya’s hands are normal in temperature.

but his grip is firm but he doesn’t really realize it sometimes.

you like his hands because.. the detail on his hands leave you mesmerized

but you don’t really wanna weird him out or make him uncomfortable. since he gets really flustered quick.

and you don’t want him to just stare at his hands and think about your fascination about them. no distractions

but he gets real pouty when you pull away

scenario

“hey Y/N, do you.. hate holding hands with me?” izuku asks one day, when you guys are studying in your room

“what?” you tilt your head, really surprised by his question— since you guys sat in silence for the last few minutes. you can feel the edge in your stomach grow when he mentions his hands.

“you always pull away when i try to hold your hand.” you gesture him to continue what he’s saying, and he continues “ but i get it though! my hands are.. scarred, rough. they’re kinda ugly compared to the rest of the guys.” he’s rambling, and you can’t help but feel really saddened.

“izuku, no.” you shake your head, “your hands aren’t ugly. yeah, they may be scarred and all— but they saved a lot of people, it saved eri, and it helped you get to where you are today.”

izuku’s cheeks flush with red, and he can’t say that you’re wrong. but; though he’s provided with reassurance, that’s not the answer he wanted

“but why won’t you hold my hand?”

“because i..” averting your eyes to the wall behind him, you’re looking for the right words. “i like your hands. i didn’t want to make you feel weird because of me.”

you look at his face after the confession, and it’s just ingulfed in a red shade.

on the contrary, this makes him like his hands more. everytime he looks at his hands, he’ll be motivated by your words.

but he’ll be a little shy with acting on it at first; especially in public

but fear not! izuku may seem innocent, but he also knows what he’s doing so.. don’t be decieved

when he’s studying, he’ll write with his right hand, and feed you little snacks with his left hand— urging you to open your mouth and take the snack

after sparring with you he’ll comment on how you did so good, also while placing his hands on your shoulder— massaging any sore parts

a little spicy, but when you guys are kissing, HIS HANDS WILL ROAM TO PLACES. pulling you closer as he attacks your lips

overall— he might be a little shy at first, but he can say he’s pretty accepting of your interest in his hands. it makes him feel better about the appearance of his hands.

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