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aizawaskittenwhore · 8 months

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august first—r. braun

summary: you fuck reiner as a birthday gift. that’s pretty much it.

notes/content warnings: rough sex, facefucking, degradation, choking, some angst cause relationships are messy, unprotected p in v sex cause we raw dog over here, armin is a sweetheart and eren needs to go to bed, i think i covered everything but let me know if i missed anythin!

this was meant to be a birthday piece for rei 😔*stares in september * to be completely honest i have zero idea how long this ended up being but it’s been taking up space in my drafts and i kinda freestyled it so enjoy sexies <3

the floor is sticky with liquor, limestone tiles splotched with little islands of red as reiner’s body meets it, it’s surface tacky beneath his flushed skin. his head lolls back against the dial of his dishwasher, seeming to relish in the surrounding moment. the apartment is quiet with the din of murmured voices, gentle rustling of keys , someone slipping on a jacket, a faint “who’s riding with jean?” uttered from one of the many intoxicated partygoers; as for who , he does not know.

all reiner is aware of is the thrum of his heartbeat in his ears, body warm with the coat of whiskey, the glow of his solar return pervading the sallows of his face from the previous year’s torment; as if filling a once-deflated balloon with air yet again.

confetti has woven itself into the carpet, solo cups littering the surrounding dining room, a cake still sits on the table, half-eaten. “happy birthday reiner” it read, for a total of ten minutes. only reiner’s name remains due to your insistence that the birthday boy should get to eat his own name, and in pure self-adoring leo fashion, he co-signed.

and there his name sits, beneath its hard plastic shell as his gifts are sprawled around, some big, some small; though reiner had insisted that presents weren’t necessary by any means, you all came together to at least get him a few things to remember the day by. and what a day it had been. he was grateful. and so, so drunk.

his body suddenly takes a dive to the right—he had failed to realize his passive swaying from side to side and lost his balance—his face finds itself directly in your lap, nose mere inches away from knocking over a rather tall bottle of grey goose lingering not too far from your current position. you’re not much better than he is, face flushed and your smile dazed, as you begin to card your fingers through his hair, seemingly unaffected by his sudden landing.

“hey, we’re gonna head out.” armin says, footsteps lightly sticking with every step he takes further into the kitchen. he grimaces at the noise, but says nothing, in favor of checking on the pair of you. yet before he can utter the words “are you guys alright?” a hefty grip on armin’s wrist from the stockier blond sends armin to his knees, discombobulating the shorter man momentarily before he was met with a fierce hug.

“thank you..for coming.” reiner had been struggling to properly pronounce his syllables since the fourth round of tequila shots with eren, but those four words were the most coherent he’d been all night. the sentiment wasn’t lost on armin, and he returned the embrace, even if his lungs felt the slightest bit compressed the longer they hugged. “n-no problem!” armin pats his back thrice and shifts his gaze to you once reiner pulls away and nestles into your lap yet again. “would you like a ride home? you and sasha live not too far from each other, so it’s on our way.” he offers, so thoughtful as always. you begin to nod your head, thinking of the throbbing sensation that’ll soon swim within your temples, your lack of a change of clothes, along with numerous other things—

“i don’t mind if you stay..” reiner mumbles, a hand swirling patterns into your thigh. “never have, you used to sleep over all the time. i still got your toothbrush, s’ in my bathroom” he’s drunk, there’s no nuance , it sounds so scandalous when he says it like that and yet your heart picks up when he says your toothbrush is still in your space in his bathroom. you contemplate his words, given that it’s two minutes shy of one am (from what you can make out via a blurred glance at the microwave), and it is rather late..

armin surveys the two of you with a knowing glance, choosing to once again say nothing. he’s always been one for reading between the lines, clearly there’s some unspoken tension between you and the birthday boy, a history even. “n-not like that.” you laugh, pulse quickening as you try to divert armin’s attention from reiner’s hand attempting to work its way up your thigh, minuscule movements of his hand feeling like leaps and bounds over your already heated skin. “there was a time where i was going through some shit, so reiner let me hang here for a little while. it’s not nearly as..uh..intimate as it sounds.” your voice is low, your head leaned towards armin.

“i don’t mind sleeping here though. it’s one in the morning, and you’ve already gotta take sasha and eren’s drunk ass home. i’ll be good here.” a smile, and a gentle hand on armin’s shoulder is enough for him to leave you with reiner for the night.

“text me if you need anything, okay?”

mikasa‘s jacket and eren’s vomit crusted dress shirt clink amongst armin’s keys as he makes his way to the door (the shirt is tied in a plastic bag, he’s not a psycho).

‘maybe the mad dog jello shots were a bit much’, you think, saying your goodbyes to everyone as they stumble down the remainder of the driveway, jean corralling each person into their designated cars, and silently regretting his decision to double up with armin tonight to drive. it doesn’t help that he’s shoeless, considering eren yacked all over those too. it’s not funny, but it is, and you laugh as the door clicks behind you.

parties have a very poignant atmosphere.

they fill the space and somehow suck the air out of it once it’s over. but what you feel right now has nothing to do with the party and everything to do with the tension between you and reiner. who seems to have disappeared from his spot on the kitchen floor and made his way to the shower, leaving behind a trail of clothes in his wake. his loft is spacious, open floor plans met with a man’s taste in furniture (which equates to the bare minimum, sadly) and sumptuous windows that stretch from floor to ceiling. it’s one way glass, can’t see in but you can see out, rather convenient considering reiner had a very bad habit of never wanting to wear clothes around the house. case and point, the calvin klein boxers strewn across his floor. ‘jesus, even when he’s drunk he’s a slob.’ you think, grimacing as you reach for them in an attempt to chuck them into the nearby hamper—

“sorry for the mess.” he mutters, stepping out of shower as a plume of steam clings to the nearby mirror. towel hanging from his waist, hair slick with water. the scent of his soap and deodorant envelop you as he walks past, rifling through his dresser in an attempt to find clothes for the both of you. from the quick glance at his figure you’d allowed yourself, you quickly deduce that reiner finally made good on that crossfit membership he’d been blabbing about for the last three months. he was always handsome, always with a body that looked like it was carved from stone but the torso you’re looking at (and shouldn’t be) has gotten a major upgrade. ‘this is a bad idea’ you think to yourself, wondering how you allowed a spur of the moment decision lead you back into a bedroom you swore you’d never step foot in again.

you weren’t lying to armin when you said that the conditions of you staying with reiner weren’t romantic, that part was true; but the last time you were in this house, this room, things weren’t exactly…platonic.

“i found these, pretty sure you forgot em when you were leaving.”

a grey t-shirt and a pair of panties plop onto the bed where you sit, and you cringe upon the realization that you’d even left anything here to begin with. he offers you a pair of his sweatpants to help preserve your dignity, but you decline, knowing there’s no way they’d fit you.

“you remember where the towels are, yeah?”

you nod. third door to the left, past the coffee maker.

“cool. use whatever’s in there, i don’t care. i’ll be in the living room, so if you need somethin’ just yell.”

you give him a thumbs up as you disappear into the bathroom, the humidity mimicking the haziness of your mind as it begins to wander, your hands slippery with soap as you run the cloth over the curve of your hip, the same way he did that night.

“fuckkkk.” the sight before you is delicious, blonde burrowing it’s way between your thighs as reiner tongues your clit; a man starved. lust has taken over the bedroom, coiling around the two of you and winding so tight you feel as though you might burst, but if this is what it feels like to be consumed, you don’t mind one bit. he’s rutting against the bed desperately, your moans sending him into a frenzy; his mouth pools with your essence and he can barely contain himself. he adds his ring and middle finger to the equation, sensing you need more, just the slightest bit extra to bring you to paradise and you keen with pleasure.

“don’t stop..m’ gonna cum..” you’re shaking now, thighs shuddering around his ears and your pulse begins to throb so hard you can feel it in your temples, each wave of dopamine crashing over you, into you; you’ve never gotten head like that before. trust, you’d remember if you had. his tongue wanders in the mess you’ve made between your legs, and his face is no exception. your slick glistens in the cropped cut of his facial hair, and before you can utter a word of embarrassment, his tongue is giving you a taste of what he’d worked so hard to pull from you. the kiss is filthy, lips slotted together with strings of saliva; they break like bubbles when you pull away for air.

“shit!” lost in reverie, you’d failed to notice the increasing temperature of the shower water until it scalds your skin, shocking you back to the present moment. soft linen wraps around your body, soothing the harsh burn, legs still shining with droplets as you towel off, noting that you smell just like reiner does; but you’d rather not ride that train of thought. you make your way to the kitchen for a glass of water, brow raising as you realize his slice of cake is missing.

“the fuck?”

“what’s wrong?” floats from the living room.

“the hell happened to your cake?” you peer around the corner, and find the answer to your question stuffing his face. “nevermind.” you laugh, taking a seat on the couch, a cushion separating the both of you. he gestures with his left hand, offering a fork full; you take it, given that you’re both still not sober and this slice of sponge cake is the closest thing you’ve had to food in the last few hours. buttercream icing coats the roof of your mouth and you moan in sheer joy.

“oh my god.”

“right? shits’ so good” reiner mumbles, already on his last bite. his eyes are closed in bliss and you can’t help but feel jealous, you ache to be the cause of his expression rather than some slice of confectionery. little do you know, when your head turns, his eyes rake up the expanse of your bare thighs, resolve crumbling little by little. you’re beautiful, beyond it. he fights the urge to caress you and settles for a loaded question:

“why’d you say that to armin?”

“say what?” you respond. you’re avoiding his gaze intentionally, you know exactly what he’s asking about, this just isn’t the time.

“that it ‘wasn’t like that’ when i said you could stay the night.” the fork clatters against the cardboard of the cake box, filling the silence for a second, but it does nothing to ease the awkwardness of this interaction. “because it’s the truth? i didn’t start staying here so we could be fuck buddies—“

“—but that’s what happened, right?”

“reiner. don’t start this again.” you warn, tone firm. it’s not that you don’t want to talk about this, it’s been weighing on your heart since the night you left, but what could you say? you were running from the problems in your relationship and escaped into the arms of someone you called a friend, and very quickly that became much more than a friendship. the man your boyfriend couldn’t stand became your shoulder to cry on, and dick to ride. and in the end, everyone got hurt. you included.

“how’s galliard?” his voice seems harmless, but you sense the smugness that lies beneath.

“really? now?”

“it’s just a question.”

a pause.

“i haven’t seen him since..you know. we’ve spoken though. he seems to be doing alright, i think.” you answer. you briefly remember a photo dump he posted coming across your feed, he was in the netherlands with his brother last you heard, but that’s as much as you know. you’ve kept your distance from your ex since the fallout of your breakup, and for good reason. considering the last time you’d spoken, he’d told you that he “hopes it was worth it” and that you were dead to him.

you couldn’t be mad. if the roles were reversed, you’d have probably said the same.

the relationship (despite its relatively short run of five months) was volatile, and galliard has never had a desire to communicate with people in a way that isn’t riddled with hostility and aggression. it was the source of many arguments, and “i’m sorry” voicemails. one night you got sick of it, the pettiness, tit for tat, the pointed indirect insults in front of friends, the building of resentment every day you stayed together; so you left, needing to clear some space in your already heavy heart. a bag hurriedly packed, you’d found yourself at the door of a friend who you knew would have questions, but would never judge.

but friends don’t do the things you have done with one another.

“why did you invite me tonight?” since we’re asking loaded questions.

the text came as a surprise, a simple invitation and an address linked in a text message: ‘hey. my friends are throwing me a birthday party tonight. my house. i was wondering if you wanted to come. it’s cool if not, here’s my address tho in case you forgot it’

“i wanted to see you.”

“bullshit.” you scoff.

“why would i lie? you know how i feel about you.”

a pause.

“prove it.” the reposado speaks for you now, and you’re feeling dangerously curious to see just how far reiner will go. intoxication makes for a great truth serum, you’ve learned. he balks at your challenge, pupils shattering and reforming all at once as he attempts to snap himself out of whatever daydream he’s conjured. it has to be, there’s no way you’re sat so prettily on his couch making “fuck me” eyes, with a sliver of your panties visible beneath that thin fucking shirt. it’s a dream. has to be.

a chuckle. “you’re fuckin with me, right?” reiner’s fidgeting slightly, trying not to draw your attention to his increasing arousal.

“not even a little bit.” you’re so close he can feel your breath ghosting along his lips, a hair away from unleashing the pent up sexual tension between the both of you, but you don’t move any further. “i feel kinda bad..you invited me to your party, and i didn’t even get you a gift.” you pout.

“you can make it up to me.”

he’s finally gotten the courage to make the first move, securing both hands around your waist and tugging you into his lap. your clit pulses almost rhythmically when your lips meet, and the noises he’s making aren’t helping. “take these off.” he groans, plucking the waistband of your panties. you oblige his request, but the cool air still makes you shiver when your back hits the couch, legs spread. his eyes rake up your body, once, twice, before his middle and ring fingers take their place spreading your lips; they trace circles around your clit once they’ve spread enough of your juices around to slicken things up, but he’s just getting started. all the little gasps and cracks in your voice drive him insane, and while reiner loves to tease, he couldn’t wait any longer to taste you. locking himself between your thighs, his arms securing your legs around his head, he makes sure to hold on to your hips when he begins to suck on your clit. there’s no running for you, not when you’ve been dangling this pussy in front of him all evening. his tongue is fluid, slippery when it strokes your sensitive nub from every direction, he’s everywhere and somehow you still want more. “feels so good..don’t stop—” you beg, hips bucking into his face. he loves seeing you so fucked out, so desperate to cum all over his tongue, it only encourages him more as his fingers curl against that spot that makes your vision dip, and you gush all over his lips and jaw. your face burns with arousal and mild embarrassment, but he couldn’t be more pleased.

“can’t believe you let me eat this pussy ..and you made me watch you cum all over my face…such a slut.” he mumbles, his tongue still running laps around your clit. still throbbing, still sensitive. your body shivers and shakes with the continuous sensation, but reiner couldn’t care less. he licks and sucks with reckless abandon for a minute or two longer, before finally detaching himself from you, and giving your body reprieve. you struggle to catch your breath, your attention now drawn to the tented fabric below reiner’s torso. knowing it’s a shitty thing to think of in the current moment, you can’t help but lament at just how much thicker he is than your ex.

then again, reiner braun has never been, especially physically, average.

you splay your hands across his length as he pulls you in, neurons firing when you taste yourself on his tongue. he groans into your mouth, his eyes fluttering when you’re stroking and twisting your hand like that—

a brief disconnection of your lips forces his eyes open, but it’s worth it when he gets to sear the mental image of you spitting into his dick into his eyelids for eternity. your hand strokes the hottest noises out of him, the schlick-schlick of your motions only getting faster when filth begins to pour from his lips.

“mhm. just like that—fuck, i missed my nasty girl.”

you don’t think you’ve ever been this turned on before. and that’s saying a lot, genuinely. your tongue winds around his tip, settling against the underside of his shaft as you descend; the remainder of his dick is in your right hand as you work him over. your efforts matter little though, as reiner has other plans for your tight, tight throat. his hand settles at the base of your neck, winding his fingers at the root of your hair, and grips. rocking you backwards and forwards, he bullies his cock into your throat, and he nearly cums when he watches your eyes well up with tears; at first you panic at the activation of your gag reflex, but your throat slowly relaxes once you realize resistance is futile.

“take it…ah, shit—just like that mama, feels so fuckin good..such a good girl when im fuckin your face” he praises through gritted teeth, pumping himself with your throat a few more times before stopping, and changing your position so that the two of you were in missionary. you’d be lying if you said it didn’t get you soaked whenever he’d handle you so roughly, the way your eyes would glaze over and your body would become completely pliant for him and him only. for him to be such a typically serious and quiet man, reiner was so mean, so cocky when he fucked; even teasing you for the way you whine when he puts the tip in: “what’s the matter? can’t take the real thing? i know it’s—”

he retreats, and slams back in, taking a ruthless pace. “a lot bigger than those little boys you whore around with.” he finishes with a whisper, folding your knees into your tits as he throws your legs over his shoulders. “m’ n-not a whore..” you whine, voice cracking.

“no? you haven’t seen me in three whole months, you come over for a few hours and the first thing you let me do was stretch out this tight little cunt.” he taunts, a thumb circling your clit. “y-yeah..m-missed you..missed this dick—“ you babble, eyes rolling.

“i know baby, i know, let me in, let daddy make you feel good.”

“j-just like that, fuck fuck fuck” you feel like you’re on the verge of collapse, his cock is pummeling it’s way into your stomach, his sweat is glistening in the glow of his lights and it’s taking everything in you not to beg this man to cum in you here and now. “only whores know how to take dick and still be able to beg for more.” he taunts, his little hair trick from before making an encore appearance as he forces you to watch yourself be debauched, a thick white ring forming at the base of his length like a badge of honor. he was fucking into you so fast and so deep it made you dizzy, but you were too far gone. “love when you fuck me like this’, love when you slut me out” you mumble, teetering on the edge of cumming, you’re so close you can taste it—

“fuck, you’re so fuckin’ nasty, such a good girl for me, always lettin’ me get my way.” reiner moans, a hand wrapped around your throat and a good squeeze has your vision exploding, you melt and your body goes limp, senses still firing off as he coats your insides with sticky white seed.

the aftercare is, to be real, half assed. you’re both exhausted, but reiner still makes sure you’re wiped down with a hot towel, and carries you to bed upon your insistence that you’d, quote, “love to enjoy the sleep part of being fucked to sleep”. you doze off quickly, and reiner follows suit shortly after; the both of you failing to hear reiner’s phone emit a soft ding!

eren 2:23am

you owe me that 20 dollars

your apple watch is still synced to my phone from leg day man…not judging tho. get in there soldier 🫡

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izurou · 1 year

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THE AIR BETWEEN US FT. SUNA RINTAROU

synopsis: your best friend comes to a realization when you go out on a date — leaving him all alone in his brand new home.

contains: female reader. best friend suna. brief mentions and allusions to marriage. reader is a bit oblivious to rin’s feelings. swearing. lotta banter. one small part features jus rinnie (while reader is on her date) 2.8k words.

note: okok i’ve never written smth like this before but i’m so super proud of it and had so much fun ?!? ahhhh :’)

rintarou’s apartment is warm.

a little place about five minutes from the heart of downtown—rather mundane, and lacking a bit of everything. he has a few decorative pillows and other small trinkets, most of which were pawned off on him by his mother as he was moving out.

almost everything else he now owns was bought on a whim, with no regard for how any of it would tie together in a room. luckily, he had no desire for colour, and opted for neutrals when available.

his home is often quiet, lifeless—whether he’s there or he’s not, varying shades of navy blue seep through the blinds and cast dark shadows onto his walls.

he’s adjusting to it—the solitude. getting himself out of bed every morning, no incessant nagging from his father about it being half past noon, no music blaring from his younger sister’s room. it’s just him, the buzzing of his toothbrush, and the little sticker on his bathroom mirror that reads hello gorgeous, courtesy of atsumu.

and yet, out of the handful of times you’ve been there, the space has felt nothing but alive—with artificial orange hues filling the rooms, and the scent of freshly sprayed linen hanging in the air. even with the crisp breeze floating in through the wide open windows, it’s warm.

but sometimes, it’s incredibly loud.

“professional big spoon?” you hear him howling from the kitchen, mock and hilarity woven into each syllable—and immediately, regret starts to bubble in your chest.

you have a date tonight, soon. it’s nothing more than a casual dinner, with a guy you recently met on a dating app. he’s cute, tall, friendly—which is already more than you could say for most of the men on there, so why the hell not?

of course, upon hearing about the whole ordeal your best friend insisted that you come over the day of. you knew he’d want to poke his nose in your business and ask about the man—but the more rintarou talks, the more you begin to think he invited you here just to ridicule your match.

“this has gotta be the world’s douchiest bio,” he scoffs, furrowing his brows as he stares down at the screen. “6’2 my ass.”

he mutters the last part under his breath, opening his near empty fridge in search of something to wash down the sour taste flooding his mouth.

“what does he gain from lying about his height?” you chime, slipping into the room and watching as rintarou tilts his head back, chugging the remainder of yesterday’s gatorade.

he wipes at his mouth with the back of his palm, shifting his gaze over to you. quickly—he allows his eyes to travel from your head down to your feet, and back up once more.

hm.

“more matches,” he shrugs, leaning against the edge of the countertop and averting his attention back to the screen. “a little confidence, maybe.”

“so, you lie on your dating profile too?” you quirk a brow, tossing your jacket over the back of a of dining room chair. you slink a bit closer, preparing to snatch your phone back as soon as the chance presents itself.

“i don’t have to,” he huffs, jerking his hand away mere seconds before yours comes swooping in. “too slow, thanks for coming out though.”

“rin, stop fucking around,” you grumble, tugging on his arm as he holds it above his head. “you’re going to be the best man at our wedding, right? might as well practice not being a giant ass while you still have time.”

tch.

“hey, easy lovebird,” he hisses, feeling your nails dig into the skin on his wrist. his nose scrunches up and his brows furrow—a grumpy, get the hell away from me face you know all too well. placing the base of his palm flat against your forehead, he lightly pushes you away. “i’ll definitely be the best man there, but i’m not giving any speeches.”

“whatever, give me back my phone,” you mutter, glancing at rintarou’s brand new, never been and hopefully never will be used oven. “we’re meeting at eight, i have to go.”

“here, might wanna declaw before you leave,” he hands over the device and frowns, rubbing at the subtle red line forming near his elbow. “fuckin’ gremlin.”

you ignore his comment, reaching for your jacket and slipping the leather onto your arms. you fiddle with it, shifting and repositioning the fabric until it sits on your shoulders just right. it’s a bit oversized, but not too much, and it compliments the black lace trim on your cami. at least, you think it does.

“do i look okay?” you ask, peering up at rintarou who, is now wrist deep in a bag of calbee hot and spicy potato chips.

“mmm, you look like you do every day,” he replies through a mouthful.

“wow, i’m sure there’s thousands lining up to hear that one,” you laugh, and something resembling a smile forms on his lips.

“what can i say?” he agrees, weakly gesturing to himself before bringing his fingers to his mouth and sucking the flavouring off. he strolls over to the front door, where you’re already reaching for the knob—trying desperately to flee. “hey, text me later, okay?”

“will do,” you assure.

“and have fun,” he adds, leaning his head against the doorframe as you step out into the hall. “but not too much.”

“yes, mother, bye now.”

he watches you practically skip down the narrow, dimly lit corridor until you disappear around the corner—and again, he’s alone.

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rintarou props his feet up on his little black coffee table, aimlessly flipping his way through netflix—searching for something, anything to distract his saboteur mind.

it’s dark, the sun has long been set, and hues of navy blue bleed past the blinds. the streetlights outside paint the shadow of a tree onto his living room wall, though it resembles something much more frightening—a monster. could it be the same one who used to hide under his bed when he was a kid?

he continues to scroll until he comes across an anime, ouran high school host club. huh, you like that one. not his cup of tea by any means, but it’ll do—it’s just something to fill the silence after all. a shiver greets rintarou’s spine as he presses play, and he instinctively nuzzles into the collar of his sweatshirt. it’s cold.

craning his neck back, he narrows his gaze onto the window—wide open and practically begging for the frigid air to waltz right in. he inhales, shuts his eyes, and exhales. it’s too far.

he blindly throws his hand over the back of the couch, patting around until he feels the familiar fluff of his old rick and morty blanket. usually, it’d be sitting at the foot of his bed, but he just so happened to be in a similar predicament before you arrived late this afternoon.

he spreads the fleece over himself, and it barely covers three quarters of his body, but it’s a hell of lot better than nothing. he tugs his sleeves over his balled up fists and crosses his arms over his chest, allowing his eyes to close once more.

yes, this’ll do. he can feel himself drifting off, becoming less aware of the sounds emanating from the television, less aware of the nagging thoughts feeding off his brain—except, for one.

vows don’t count as speeches, do they?

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rintarou wakes to a low buzzing—vibrations that stem from the pocket of his hoodie and roll up his torso. someone’s calling.

he reaches, but his hand is forced to take a detour to the back of his neck, where a kink is in the midst of settling into the muscle. a few profanities slip out, all directed at himself for not laying down like a normal nap taking human.

“yeah?” he answers, leaning his head against the back of the sofa while pressing the device to his ear. he didn’t bother reading the contact name—he hasn’t heard from his mother at all today, and she’s made a daily habit of checking in on him, asking if he’s eating proper meals and doing his laundry.

at this point his microwave has stolen the title of best friend right out from under your nose, and there’s a basket of clean clothes that’s been in the corner of rintarou’s bedroom for the past three days. still, he always answers yes.

“rin, did i wake you?”

wait—it’s you. what time is it?

“oh, hey. yeah, you did,” he yawns, squinting at the tv, where a few boys in purple uniforms are talking about—fancy tuna? you are so weird. he pulls back for a moment, peering at the numbers sitting at the top of his screen—9:13 pm. “you home already?”

“no, i’m still here.”

shit, he better start practicing his i object.

“well? did they give him a booster seat?” there’s a teasing lilt to his voice, but his expression remains deadpan.

“he didn’t show up, rintarou.”

yes, maybe he doesn’t have to.

“huh? so you’ve just been sitting there?” he asks, using a finger to push the fluff on his blanket from side to side—against the grain, and with.

“yeah, i had hope for a while.”

he wants to say something—but he can’t decide on what. is this the appropriate time to insert a short joke? usually, he wouldn’t give it a second thought, especially when it comes to you. you’ve been there for at least eight of his top ten most unsavoury comments—such as when he felt the need to guess how many husbands your english teacher has had throughout the years while she stood not two feet away—only to settle on none.

yet, the thought of you sitting all alone at a table somewhere—dolled up and waiting for someone who never even planned on coming in the first place—has the wings of every butterfly in his stomach wilting, causing them to nosedive into his bottomless pit of gatorade and potato chips.

so, he finally decides.

“i’ll come pick you up,” he blurts out, shoving rick and morty off to the side before rising to his feet.

“no, you don’t have to do that,” you protest—guilt lingering in your gut and causing you to second guess your decision to call. he’s been so sluggish as of late—sleeping in past his alarms, napping more often. it’s obvious that life has been doing a number on him recently. the last thing he needs is to be dragged out.

“no? why else would you call?” he hums, shuffling over to the pitch black void where his kitchen is. he feels around a bit until the familiar jingle of his car keys fills his ears. “text me the address, i’ll be there soon.”

he hangs up without warning, leaving you with no choice but to sit and wait.

rintarou grimaces as he nears the door, feeling a gust of wind as it sneaks in through his window and engulfs the entire living room in a frigid hell. he’s tired, exhausted even—and he doesn’t feel like driving right now.

but, he’s glad you’re dragging him out.

⋆

“don’t even say it,” is the first warning you give rintarou when you slide into the passenger seat of his car. he’s sitting, slouched forward a little as he rubs his hands together for warmth. you know the words are right there on the tip of his tongue, but you don’t want to hear them.

“oh come on,” he groans, visibly annoyed by your sudden demand.

“i’ve been embarrassed enough tonight, thanks,” you give him a faux smile—the passive aggressive kind you’d give to an irate customer.

“so, shouldn’t you like be used to it by now?” he mimics your tone, slightly raising the pitch of his voice.

“tch, you’d think so,” you mutter, noting the stray flakes, fluffy and white, that begin to encase his vehicle. huh, first of the season.

a comfortable silence settles between the two of you—nothing but the sounds of wet tires on pavement and an overly enthusiastic radio host.

rintarou’s never been one to offer verbal support to his friends, or anyone for that matter—it makes him feel awkward, vulnerable. he’s more or less always let his actions portray his feelings, so—him taking twenty minutes out of his evening to come get you means something, you’re sure of it.

still, you like seeing him squirm a little.

“why do you think he didn’t come?” your voice is like a dagger, cutting through the silence before settling at the base of his throat.

“dunno, maybe he has trouble getting it up,” he responds, dulling the blade completely.

“rintarou,” you sigh, blunt and a little defeated—but he swears he can feel you breaking skin with the second syllable of his name. eyes on the road rintarou.

“i don’t know, does it matter?” he tries, sweeping your attempt to kill him right under the rug. however, the wound is already there—open and weakening his resolve by the second. “it’s not you.”

“and if it is?”

“it’s not,” he’s firm, hoping that his words drill into that pretty little head of yours. “he’s missing out, would’ve been one hell of a wedding.”

“yeah,” you agree, “i was looking forward to that speech of yours. highlight of the night.”

“what about when i start drunk dancing with this guy’s mom?” he says, glancing over to catch the smile blooming on your lips—and it’s as if that dagger never existed at all.

“you? dancing?” you scoff, watching as rintarou’s skin glows a momentary orange with each passing streetlight.

“just because you’ve never seen it, doesn’t mean it can’t exist,” he’s quick to defend himself—clearly taking your disbelief to heart.

you turn, holding back laughter as a very specific mental image pops into your brain. rintarou—drunk off his ass in a suit and tie, holding the hands of your groom’s mother as he awkwardly tries to dance with her—simultaneously pissing off half the guests in attendance.

you wonder how many drinks it would take for him to get to that point, or if it’d even take any at all—you’re almost certain that a pep talk and a measly twenty from atsumu would suffice.

either way, the thought alone almost has you wishing this date would’ve gone a little better.

⋆

now, the route back to your place is quick—but it’s not the one rintarou took. instead, you’re coming up on the small 24 hour convenience store, which is about a two minute walk from his place.

“rin,” you start, “i thought you were taking me home?”

“huh?” he glances over at you, putting on a faux look of innocence. “all i said was that i’d pick you up.”

“asshole,” you mumble, noting the increase in wind—which is giving the illusion of a horizontal snowfall.

“relax,” he snorts, pulling the car up in front of his apartment. “i’ll drive you home later, now get out.”

you watch as he shoves a hand into the pocket of his sweatpants, lifting his hips ever so slightly to fish a pair of keys out—one large and one small.

“head up, i’ll park.”

he waits for a moment, watching as you scurry up the stairs and into the warmth of the lobby before he drives off into the parking lot.

in a matter of twenty minutes, the weather has taken a turn for the worse—and rintarou braces himself for the short walk to the side door. he’s going against the wind, hands shoved into his pockets, hood blown off his head. he can feel the wind creeping beneath his sweater, penetrating his skin. it’s horrible.

then, it’s not. he’s inside, safe from the storm threatening to tear the building from it’s soil. he opts to take the stairs—remembering what his father once said about taking an elevator during a storm.

his nose and ears are pink, bordering red as he swiftly makes his way down the hall. as he nears his suite—a warm amber glow greets him from beneath the door, and his chest tightens. those damn stairs, maybe he should take them more often.

he swings the door open, and there you are—sitting on his couch, drowning in his blanket, table side lamps on, window shut.

“what the fuck, rin!” you gawk, pulling your knees to your chest and shivering. “close your goddamn windows before you leave.

he can feel it too, this numbing temperature—it’s much worse than it was before his nap.

“also, i cannot believe you were watching this without me,” you cut him off before he has the chance to respond—and he’d expect to be embarrassed having been caught, but he’s not.

he’s happy, because you’re patting the spot next to you while wearing what he thinks has to be the most beautiful smile he’s ever seen. maybe he should start practicing his i do.

because even with the season’s most polar air standing between the two of you,

rintarou’s apartment is warm.

#izurou #suna x reader #suna x you #haikyuu x reader #suna fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x you #hq x reader #suna rintarou x reader #suna hcs #i love him so BAD he’s so stupid #my baby < 3

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sergeantxrogers · 2 years

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Summary: Visiting Aunt Nat at the new Avengers Facility was not at all what you expected it to be: stolen kisses, pretty lakes, and your secret being uncovered.

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Barton!reader

Word count: 6k

Warnings: Fluff, age gap (same as in part 1), smut-about-to-happen, Steve being vulnerable and kinda sad, Steve also being defensive, super-spy Natasha, that’s all

Note: This is part two to this previous fic

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“Mom-”

“Did you pack your toothbrush?”

“Yes, but mom-”

“What about your charger? How will I call you if your phone’s dead?”

“I packed my charger.”

“You sure? Why don’t you double check, just in case?”

“Honey,” your dad’s voice drifted from the doorway, causing both you and your frantic mother to turn towards it. “She already has everything she needs.”

Your mom huffed. “How can you be so sure?”

Your dad sighed, then pushed himself off the door frame and walked over to her. “Because you’ve been over this with her a million times already.”

He enveloped her in a hug, and her head rested heavily on his shoulder. Your eyes met hers, and you gave her an empathetic smile.

“I’m just worried, that’s all,” she said, the words muffled against your dad’s shirt.

He pulled back, then turned to look at you with a smile and a tilt of his head. “You have nothing to be worried about.”

“Yeah, mom, I think I’ll be able to manage a week away from you,” you cut in, and you saw her shoulders slump. She stepped forward and grabbed you by your shoulders, studying your face for a moment before speaking.

“That’s not the issue.”

“Then what is?”

Your mom sighed, and looked to your father hesitantly before glancing back at you. “I just... There’s been so many bad things going on in the world lately, and you’re gonna be so far away from us-”

Her voice cracked towards the end of her sentence, and it broke your heart along with it. You shook your head and gave her hand a small squeeze.

“Laura,” your dad said softly, bringing a hand up to her shoulder, “she’ll be staying at a highly-guarded facility with a bunch of superhumans. There’s not a single place in the world she’d be safer.”

“Aunt Nat wouldn’t have invited me if she didn’t think it was safe,” you added hopefully, and it took a moment, but your mother finally nodded.

Taking in a deep breath, she straightened her back and cleared her throat. She gave your arm a final squeeze before smiling. “I’m heading downstairs. Natasha’ll be here any minute to pick you up.”

You and your father stood side by side and watched her leave, before you turned to look at each other.

“Is she like this with you?” you asked him with a skeptical brow.

“Every damn time, kiddo,” he said with a sigh.

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“Jeez, Nat, this place is huge,” you gaped as you walked in through the main entrance of the facility. “How do you guys not get lost in here?”

Natasha chuckled as she threw an arm over your shoulders, pulling you along with her down a long hallway with big windows and high ceilings. “Practice, kid.”

Your eyes kept drinking in everything the facility had to offer, from high tech elevators and doors, to meeting rooms filled with people in suits and lab coats, barely sparing you a glance as you walked passed their open doors.

Everything else was a flash of movement and excitement that you were actually, finally here, until Nat ushered you into a large room with couches, matching chairs, a huge desk and a few overflowing bookshelves.

The conversation in the room died down once all eyes fell on you, and you felt your heart stutter with nerves. You knew all of these people - of course you did. But they didn’t know you. At least, not all of them. Your eyes bounced between the girl you knew was Wanda, and Sam Wilson, contemplating which one to approach and introduce yourself to first, when a familiar voice to your right tore your attention away from them.

“Hey-”

You met the source of the voice with furrowed brows.

“I know you,” he said, and got up from his desk chair, circling the corner of the desk while pointing a finger at you. “You’re Barton’s kid, right? Finally here to meat the rest of these shitheads?”

You sighed, partially in relief, and partially because you knew what was in store for you for the next seven days. “Yeah, Tony. It’s me. I wouldn’t say they’re shitheads though.”

“Oh no, they’re shitheads, alright,” Tony said with an affirmative nod.

He pointed to Wanda and she rolled her eyes as he said, “She’s the smallest shithead here.”

Wanda seemed to completely ignore his statement as she stepped towards you and, shockingly, engulfed you in a warm hug.

“And he’s the biggest shithead here,” she whispered into your ear, and you had to bite back a smile.

“I’m Wanda,” she said as she pulled back, and her energy had your shoulders relaxing and your breath evening out.

“I’m Y/N,” you said, and before Wanda could reply, she was pushed to the side and replaced by a smirking Falcon.

“And I’m Sam, but you can call me anytime,” he said confidently with his hand held out.

You stared at him, mouth slightly hanging open, as you looked back and forth between his hand and his face. You shook his hand skeptically, and he gave you a wink. You heard both Natasha and Wanda groan from behind you, and the whole situation was so weird you almost burst out laughing.

Almost.

You would’ve, if it wasn’t for someone clearing their throat in the doorway.

Your head snapped to the side, and you felt yourself go weak in the knees as your gaze met his blue one. It took all the energy you possessed to look indifferent as he walked slowly towards you.

“Why don’t you stick to girls your own age, hm, Wilson?” his deep voice drawled, and you had to cover your shocked laugh with a cough at the hypocrisy in his words.

“You okay, honey?” Nat asked, resting a caring hand on your back, and you nodded as you waved her off.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m- I’m good,” you said, taking in a deep breath. “I’m fine, really.”

You met Steve’s eyes again, and you could’ve sworn the bastard had the smallest smile known to man playing at his lips, just to spite you.

“Y/N,” he said quietly. “Nice to see you again.”

You nodded slowly, hoping nobody around you could see the shake in your hands as you tightened your grip on your duffel bag. “Likewise, Steve.”

His gaze continued to bore into you, and all you could think as you stared back at him was they don’t know they don’t know they don’t know.

They didn’t know the abundance of texts you and Steve shared, or the late night phone calls that lasted until sunrise most times (”How did you even get my number?” “Swiped it from Nat’s phone, duh.”), or the many, many pictures sent between the two of you.

You could’ve gotten lost in his eyes, just as bright as the first time they met yours, and you felt the world around you darken. It was almost like he was getting closer. How long were you standing there, staring at each other? It didn’t matter; it felt like an eternity.

“Okay,” Tony’s grating voice spoke, pulling you from your hypnotized states with a sharp clap of his hands. “That just got awkward. Don’t really think Capsicle and Barton Jr. like each other all that much.”

When you spared a glance back at Steve, you noticed he was still standing where he had been, not an inch closer to you than before. It was just the whirlpool of his intoxicating stare, it seemed.

“Anyways,” Tony continued, looking back and forth between everyone in the room. “Who’s up for a party tonight?”

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You tugged at the tight material stuck on your body like cling-wrap as you huffed out a sigh. When Natasha said you could borrow one of her dresses for the party, you hadn’t expected her to shove you into something so unforgiving. You pulled at the hem as you attempted to cross a leg over the other without flashing anyone in the room or spilling your virgin cocktail all over yourself in the process.

Letting out a heavy breath, you took a sip and let your eyes roam across the waves of people talking, laughing, drinking, catching sight of a very intoxicated Sam Wilson hanging an arm around an annoyed Aunt Nat as he threw his head back in laughter with a couple other agents.. She caught your eye and her grimace quickly morphed into a smile and a wink. You smiled back at her, lifting your glass in the air above you before the crowd closed in again and swallowed them up.

The smile on your face faltered, and you let your shoulders slump as you fell back into the soft couch (Tony really spared no expense in this place), and you went back to people-watching.

“This seat taken?”

You lifted your eyes to find Steve pointing at the couch with a boyish grin, and you motioned for him to sit.

“You okay?” he asked, words dipped slightly in concern, but you only shrugged, then nodded.

“Yeah, I’m fine. A bit bored, but...”

“Bored?” Steve asked teasingly. “How on earth can you be bored at a Tony Stark party?”

You caught the sarcasm in his tone and gave him a look that had him smiling and tilting his head. He took in a deep breath and mirrored your pose, leaning back against the couch himself and letting his head fall onto the cushions.

“Seriously, though,” he pressed. “You wouldn’t be bored if you actually talked to someone.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, your glass freezing just in front of your lips as you stared at him. “Well I guess the person I want to talk to the most just likes ignoring me.”

Steve’s entire demeanor changed, the teasing smile dropping from his lips, and you wished you could take back the words you had meant as a joke. It was too late though; he was already worried, and upset, and you knew what it looked like and what it entailed.

“Steve-”

“Sweetheart, I’m not ignoring you,” he said, voice barely heard above the music and the talking and the laughter and the glass clinking.

“I know-”

He cut you off again, looking around the room quickly before coming in closer to you. “I’ve been trying to get Tony off my tail all night. I can’t exactly tell him I want to spend alone time with Barton’s daughter.”

You sighed. Your head fell back against the couch, and you stared deeply into Steve’s ocean blue eyes, already feeling the miniscule amount of anger you had withheld dissipate with every passing second.

“I know,” you whispered, loud enough for his superhuman hearing to pick up. “I’m sorry.”

Steve shook his head. “You have nothing to apologize for, baby.”

You tapped your nail on the glass in your hand, letting the dull vibrations of the music travel through the couch, up your spine, into your head as you sat there, content to take in the sight of Steve Rogers in a button up with the sleeves rolled up halfway, right in front of you.

You watched as his gaze slid downwards, and his brows furrowed. He shook his head slightly, and before you could ask what was wrong, he lifted his eyes back to yours and grabbed your hand.

“C’mon.”

“Where?” you asked, even as you hastily set your glass on the coffee table and tried pulling your dress down with one hand as he led you away from the couch.

“You’ll see,” he threw over his shoulder, and you had no choice but to squeeze his hand a little bit tighter as he wove you through the crowd of people you didn’t know.

Your senses were a blur, dim lights mixed with an occasional scream of happiness and the smell of alcohol hanging in the air, and all you could train your focus on was Steve’s broad back as he led you away from the party, through a pair of glass doors, and out onto a huge porch.

The doors slid shut behind you, effectively muffling the music inside and leaving you with just the shuffling of a few other people outside, their chattering muted and calm, and the uneasy yet tranquil feeling of being surrounded by stars, trees and moonlight.

“Stevie, what are we-”

“Shh,” he hissed, looking over his shoulder subtly. “Half the people at these parties Stark throws are from tabloids or news programs.”

You understood, not taking it personally when his hand dropped yours, because he motioned with his head for you to follow him down the steps. You did, following him in silence across the large expanses of green grass, broken only by the occasional stone path, until you met the line of trees circling the large lake.

At this point, you were far enough from the compound, and certain enough that no wandering eyes could see you in the dark, that you grabbed Steve’s hand and pulled him toward you. He seemed to have the same idea, because as soon as he stopped walking, he surged forward and pressed his lips against yours.

His calloused hands found the sides of your face, and your own hands scrambled to find purchase on his waist, his chest, his shoulders, anywhere you could reach as his warm lips melted against yours for the first time in weeks.

You felt your heart pick up it’s pace, and you felt like it was about to burst out from behind your ribs with the need and longing it had been carrying for what seemed like forever. You heard it in your ears, felt it in your throat, pulsing in your fingertips, and by the smirk Steve molded against your hungry lips, you knew the bastard could hear it too.

His hands left your face, dropping to circle your waist and pull you in closer, and your arms found themselves wrapping around his neck. You pulled back only when your lungs burned, and Steve gave you only a couple seconds to get your breathing in order before going in to kiss you again.

He sighed into your lips, his breath warm and minty, and the little whimper you let out was completely involuntary, but valid all the same.

Steve gave your bottom lip a soft bite with his teeth, before pulling away with a slight groan. His thumbs stroked your sides as he looked down at you, and you swore you had never seen someone as devastating and gorgeous as him, right here, right now, with his cheeks rosy and lips red, blue eyes just a shade darker than what they normally were.

“Missed doin’ that,” he muttered into the quiet air, and you smiled.

“Eh, not bad,” you said with a shrug, and he raised his brows.

Your smile only grew, and you dropped your head to leave a soft kiss to the base of his throat before whispering up at him, “I’m only kidding.”

Steve shook his head in defeated amusement, then looked out through the trees in front of the two of you. “C’mon. I wanna show you something.”

You let him lead you by the hand through the wooded area, under the thicket of branches and leaves, rustling slightly in the wind, until you reached the edge of the lake.

Steve chuckled at the surprise on your face that was hard to hide when you were met with a sight you had only ever dreamed of: underneath on of the largest trees lining the edge of the lake was a soft blanket, covered with heaps of pillows and a couple books. The lake in front of you was blue and vast, and stretched out further than you could see, glittering calmly in the moonlight.

“Steve...?”

He didn’t reply, only pulled you along further until you reached the rich, white blanket draped across the grass.

“What... who-”

Steve hummed as he waited for you to gather your thoughts. In the meantime, he crouched down in front of you and started taking your heels off for you. You held onto his shoulder for support while your eyes flittered from him, to the pillows, to the lake, then back to him. The only sounds in the air were the chirps of crickets and the muffled, quiet party music from the compound.

“Stevie, this is...,” you breathed as you took his hand, and he helped you lower yourself on the plushy blanket. “This is beautiful.”

Steve, bless his heart, had the audacity to shrug and shake his head. “It’s really just...”

He sighed as he trailed off, making himself comfortable next to you. He leaned back on his hands as he stared out at the lake. “I come here when I feel overwhelmed. To read, or draw. Or just... sit and think when it all becomes too much up there.”

No matter how much of a casual tone he pushed with the words, however, you sensed the heaviness weighing them down, the sad tint to the edges of his voice that had you frowning.

You were afraid to speak for a moment, not willing to ruin the serenity of the night, but you shifted your body when he let out a soft sigh.

“Does it become too much... too often?” you whispered, and he let his chin drop to his chest, before lifting his eyes to yours.

“It does.”

Those two words meant more than what it sounded like. You studied him closely, perfectly sculpted face seeming to glow in the pale moonlight, as you chewed your bottom lip.

“Stevie,” you murmured, casting out a line for him to grab onto before he got lost in his own mind. “You’re a good man.”

At that, he lifted his head completely, turning to you. “Am I?”

You frowned harder, brows meeting each other at his doubtfulness. “Why wouldn’t you be?”

He had nothing to say to that, but the way he turned his head away from you made it obvious that he disagreed.

You sighed heavily, before getting up onto your knees next to him. The sounds of you moving were enough for him to look back at you, and when he did, you threw your leg across his lap, effectively straddling him. He shifted underneath you, bringing his hands up to squeeze your hips as your own palms cupped his face.

“I know...,” you started, not sure how to begin, but willing to try. “I know it’s hard for you, feeling like you always have to do the right thing. Like you can’t fail anyone. Like you’re not allowed to fail. And it’s not fair to you, Steve. It really isn’t. It’s not fair that the world puts its weight on your shoulders and expects you to carry it, as if it’s not a burden.”

Something in Steve’s gaze softened, and his fingers dug deeper into the partially exposed skin of your hips. You kept talking.

“It’s not fair that they expect you never to break. You’re still only a man. You’re allowed to be hurt, and feel broken, and be lost sometimes. You just need someone there to help you put the pieces of yourself back together again.”

Steve’s eyes had gone glassy as he stared up at you, and your fingers caressed his cheeks, his jaw, his hairline.

“It’s okay for you to feel lonely sometimes, too. Everyone does. Just because you’re Captain America, doesn’t mean you’re a robot. It doesn’t mean you don’t have a breaking point. You’re Steve Rogers, first and foremost, and I need you to remember that any time someone asks too much of you.”

His chest rose with deep, shaky breaths, and you kept your fingers tangled in his soft hair as you waited. You would wait a century, if it meant your words meant something in the end.

Steve felt like his chest was going to explode. Like the very universe was pressing in on his soul, urging him to say something, anything. Say what he really wanted to. He had to say it or else he would die, right there on the spot, with the most beautiful girl on the planet sitting patiently on his lap.

“I think I love you,” he whispered.

You were stunned.

Your body shut down. Were your organs failing? Yeah, your organs were probably failing. But it was fine, because the words that fell from Steve’s pretty lips were enough to keep you alive for the next few decades, at least.

His hands froze on your hips as he watched your breathing grow shallower, and you just stared and stared and stared at him. He was beginning to think he had made a horrible, grave mistake, until an unbelievable smile grew on your lips.

“I think I love you too,” you whispered back.

Steve felt like the air disappeared from his lungs.

But it was fine, because you were breathing life into him anyways.

He couldn’t help the warm, soft feeling deep in his gut as he smiled and pulled you in for a kiss.

Your dress had ridden up over your butt, allowing Steve’s hands to roam freely wherever they desired, fingers trailing underneath the edges of your panties. Your breath quickened against his mouth, and a low groan left his throat when you grinded your hips against him.

“Steve-” you gasped against his lips, attempting to pull away but failing when one of his hands grasped the back of your neck.

Steve felt himself grow even harder at the sound of his name so pretty on your tongue, and he hummed lowly in response, moving his lips downwards, across your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses on your burning skin. You threw your head back, almost forgetting what you wanted to say, when a particularly loud bang sounded from the compound as a new song started, bringing you back to the present.

“Are we doing this right here?” you panted, unable to stop your hips from pressing against him of their own accord. “Right now?”

Steve looked up at you, trailing his hands up to encase your upper back. A whisper of a smile was painted on his flushed lips, and his heavy lidded eyes drank you in.

“I don’t think I’ll make it to the rooms,” he replied, voice deep and hoarse, a stark contrast to the soft tranquility of the night. It sent chills down your spine, and a warm pool of desire lit its fire deep in your stomach.

“Fine, then,” you concluded, and pushed your hands against his chest. He went down, flat against the blanket, and looked up at you with a shocked blink.

“We’re doing this here.”

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The smell of coffee tugged you toward the kitchen, growing stronger with each step you took.

You had woken up in your own bed, dressed in your pajamas with your makeup from the previous night taken off. You hadn’t remembered much; only that Steve had waited for most of the guests to leave before taking you upstairs in the middle of the night, carrying you in his arms as if you were the most precious thing on earth. You supposed, to him, you might have been.

He had helped you undress, pulling your pajamas on for you, and laying you down in bed before gently wiping your makeup off. You were so worn out, you had barely managed to thank him before you were out like a light.

Now, however, you felt like a brand new person. The only thing missing was a big cup of steaming hot coffee to help you start your day.

“Good morning, honey,” you heard as soon as you stepped foot into the kitchen, and you found Natasha sitting at the large island with a tablet and her own coffee set in front of her.

“Mornin’, Auntie Nat,” you mumbled, ambling over to her and placing a kiss to the side of her head.

“Did you sleep well last night?”

You nodded in response, turning towards the counter and grabbing the coffee pot. You stood on your tippy toes to reach a mug from the overhead cabinet, grunting lightly once your fingers finally latched onto it.

“That’s good,” Nat muttered into her cup. You felt her watchful eyes on you, and poured your mug full to the brim before turning back around.

“Laura mentioned something about you not being able to sleep well in different places,” Natasha continued, her eyes dropping down to her tablet on the table. “So I was just wondering if the bed was okay.”

“Yeah,” you nodded, sitting down on the island stool beside her. “It was great, actually.”

“Not too soft? Not too hard?” Natasha questioned, even as her eyes stayed glued to some sort of file in front of her. “Wasn’t too cold, was it?”

Your own eyes narrowed slightly as you hesitated. Did she know? No. It was impossible.

Wasn’t it?

“No,” you said suspiciously after taking a sip. “It was fine.”

Natasha hummed and nodded, barely paying you any mind as she lifted her mug to her lips. She took a sip, put it down, then continued scrolling. It all seemed too casual.

Finally, her blue eyes looked at you from the side, and you could tell by the subtle smirk on her lips that you were royally fucked.

“Super soldiers do tend to run hot.”

If your mug wasn’t already on the island, it would’ve slipped from your fingers and came crashing down. Much like your world right now, collapsing in around you as you felt your heart stutter. You stared at Natasha, and she continued to ignore you, turning her eyes away from you again.

“You-”

“Hm?”

“You don’t- you can’t-”

“What?”

She sounded bored, and completely uninterested. It only made you spiral further, feeling threatened, like a wild animal backed into a corner.

You finally settled on, “How?”

Natasha sighed, and finally, finally, turned to look at you completely. Her lips held a smile; one you couldn’t tell if it meant good news or bad news.

“Y/N, sweetie,” she said through a sigh, “I’m a spy. I’ve been a spy my entire life. If you thought this was something I wouldn’t notice, you’re seriously underestimating my abilities. To be honest, I’m kind of offended.”

Your mouth was left hanging open, and her smirk only grew.

“But you... why did you...”

“Why did I what? Bring you out here?”

You nodded, and she sighed again, this time getting up from her seat to walk over to the sink. She set her empty mug in it, then turned back around to face you. All the while, you sat and watched her in dumbfounded silence.

“Look. I knew the entire time. I knew it the morning we left the farm. I knew it when I figured out Rogers had been rummaging through my phone. I knew it when he, all of a sudden, had someone to talk to every single day, which he hadn’t had before.”

“So... why did you convince mom and dad to let me come?”

Natasha pursed her lips to the side and crossed her arms. She squinted her eyes as she took you in. “Because I trust him.”

Your brows furrowed, and you gave her a slight shake of your head. You weren’t following.

“I trust Steve,” she reiterated, and you bit the inside of your cheek.

You felt like one wrong word from you could send this conversation and situation in a whole different direction, so you stayed silent.

“I was angry at first, of course,” she continued. “I love you. I’ve known you since you were just a toddler. You’re my family, Y/N. And Steve is... well, he’s not exactly your age.”

You felt a pang in your heart at the heavy reality of her words, and you opened your mouth, willing to fight for your side of the story, but she cut you off.

“However,” she said with raised brows. “I thought about it. A lot, actually. And I figured, if I was to leave you in the hands of anyone, it would be Steve. Because Steve’s a good man, with a heart of gold, and I know he’d do anything in his power to protect the people he loves. So I called you over just to confirm it for myself, and to see if it was really worth giving a shot.”

You nodded at her words as you stared at the coffee swirling in your mug, agreeing with them as you felt your heart rate slow down once you figured out Natasha probably wasn’t going to give you the scolding of a lifetime. But someone else might, you realized.

Panic flared in your bones as you looked at her. “Are you gonna tell mom and dad?”

Natasha cocked her head as she studied you. It lasted a beat too long, and your pulse picked up again, dread beginning to settle in your veins.

Until she said: “No.”

“What?” you asked, voice barely above a whisper, yet she only shrugged.

“I won’t tell them,” she said, and began to walk out of the kitchen, passing by you in a blur of red hair and black cotton. “If you promise to tell them yourself.”

“Nat, no-”

“Yes. Trust me, they’d much rather hear it coming from you than me. And I know them well. They might be mad for a while, but they’ll come around.”

Natasha left you sitting at the island alone, the coffee in your mug now room temperature as you chewed your bottom lip until it bled.

You were most likely, grandly, royally, fucked.

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Finding Steve was easier than expected, especially since the briefing room he was in had glass doors, allowing for the perfect view inside.

You burst in, smudging the glass with your hands, frantic eyes searching the room for his bond head of hair until you spotted him at the head of the table, Tony to his right, Sam to his left, and Wanda, Vision and a guy you only knew as War Machine occupying the rest of the chairs.

All eyes turned to you as you gasped out Steve’s name.

“Um, kid, we’re kinda in the middle of something-”

“Y/N?” Steve interrupted Tony, making him roll his eyes.

“Can you- could you-”

You couldn’t formulate the words, couldn’t get them out of your head and into the open so you pleaded with your eyes, begging for him to just understand.

“Do you mind-”

“Steve-”

Steve shot up out of his chair, sending it rolling with a bang into the wall behind him, and it took him three long strides until he was right in front of you, ignoring the protests coming from the rest of the team.

“Are you okay?” he asked, soft enough that only you could hear.

His hands twitched to hold your face, his arms burned to pull you into his chest, his lips ached to cover your face with kisses. But he couldn’t do any of that, not in front of them.

“Steve, I need to talk to you, right now,” you said urgently, tugging on his arm like a child asking for ice cream, and he frowned with concern.

“Rogers, you better not leave this room-”

“C’mere,” he muttered, ignoring everyone else as he grabbed you by your wrist and pulled you out of the briefing room. The glass door swung shut behind you, and he pulled you slightly to the side.

He couldn’t help it; he reached a hand up to cup your face, and you leaned your cheek into its warmth, letting it spill inside you and calm your erratic nerves ever so slightly. Your own hand came up to his, fingers wrapping around his wrist as you looked up at him with the saddest eyes he had ever seen.

“Baby, what’s the matter?” he pleaded, keeping his voice low.

“Aunt Nat knows,” you whispered, on the verge of tears. The confusion was evident on his face, blue eyes staring at you in curiosity.

“She what?”

“She knows, Stevie, she knows,” you pressed. “About us.”

You watched, in real time, as Steve’s face contorted into realization. “Baby-”

“She wants me to tell my parents,” you told him. “She said I have to do it or else she will.”

Steve shook his head, trying to calm you down, but you were on the brink of hysterics, he realized, and he took a step closer to you before engulfing you in a bear hug that had your face buried in his large chest. The steady thump of his heartbeat gave you something real, something alive to focus on as you tried calming your own.

“It’s gonna be fine,” he muttered into the crown of your head. Your arms snaked around his waist, fingers gripping his sweater like your life depended on it.

“You don’t know that,” you said, the words muffled against his chest, and he huffed a sigh that had your head moving along with it.

“Yes, I do.”

Steve sounded so sure, so certain in his words, that you had no choice but to relax against him. You rationalized it; he never had any reason to lie to you before, so why would he do it now? You trusted him, always.

Steve, on the other hand, felt your body relax against his, and after a few quiet moments, he heard your heartbeat go back to a normal pace. He ignored the stares through the glass doors as he pulled you away from him and bent his neck slightly so he was at your eye level.

“Trust me,” he said. “It’ll be okay. We’ll work it out.”

And he said the words with such certainty, that it had you nodding, taking in a deep breath. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay,” you repeated, and he placed a quick kiss to your forehead.

“I have to get back to this meeting,” he said reluctantly, but you shook your head and stepped away from him. Your cheeks burned in embarrassment as you realized you had just had a minor breakdown in front of Earth’s mightiest heroes.

“You do what you have to do, it’s okay,” you insisted, patting his chest a couple times before sidestepping him.

“I’ll find you in 20 minutes,” he called after you, and you blew him a kiss once you were out of sight of the others.

Steve stood there, watching you leave until the last traces of you disappeared behind the corner, and then he finally walked back into the meeting room.

It was dead silent.

Borderline awkward.

You could hear a pin drop as their eyes followed him making his way back to his seat. He pulled the chair up to the table calmly before sitting down and clearing his throat.

His eyes flickered to Tony, who was staring at him with an incredulous expression, then to Sam, who was wearing some variety of the same on his face.

“What?” he finally forced himself to ask, and Wanda just blinked, her brows shooting up.

“I didn’t know you had game like that, Rogers,” Sam finally said, and it was the teasing infliction of his voice that broke the tension in the room.

Steve rolled his eyes and sighed.

“I didn’t even think your little friend worked anymore,” Tony said, and Wanda choked on a cough. Steve glared at him.

“What?” Tony asked with his shoulders raised. “It’s been a long few decades, I’m just saying.”

“God, Tony-”

“So is this like a caregiver-slash-senior citizen fetish or something-”

“Sam-”

“I’m kidding, old man.”

Steve let out a heavy breath as he leaned back into his chair. Tony and Sam kept flinging jokes back and forth over the table, with Wanda laughing and Vision pitching in with his own confusing way of asking questions, but none of it mattered.

None of it mattered, because none of them knew.

He would sit there and take all the teasing the world had to offer if it meant he’d still get to hold you in his arms at the end of the day.

In all the rowdy chaos of jokes and laughter flying over Steve’s head, nobody noticed the faint smile on his lips and the pink tinge of his cheeks.

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anantaru · 2 years

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𝗛𝗔𝗩𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗡 𝗔𝗥𝗚𝗨𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧 !

˖˚˳⊹ having an argument feat. heizou : diluc : kaeya x gn! reader

˖˚˳⊹ genre: slight angst

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗭𝗢𝗨

Heizou is a pretty cocky guy, and he's got an attitude. But that doesn't mean he has no dark thoughts that creep into his head or just simply a bad day, EVEN SO, that doesn't mean he can let it out on you or anyone else.

At first, Heizou didn't even notice that you were that mad at him, like he knew you guys just had an argument, but for you to ignore him for days after that, he was irritated to say the least or maybe he was just used to getting away with more than he deserved.

He noticed you weren't there in the morning and he shrugged it off, thinking maybe you had to go somewhere important, and then when he tried to visit you after he was done with his duties for the day he couldn't reach you either, or during his break from an investigation, when he knew you were always at home by that time, you simply weren't.

When he got to his home after a rough day, he spotted you in his bedroom, packing some of the essentials you had laying around at his place, stuffing them hastily in your bag. Some random shirts you left whenever you slept over and your toothbrush, which was normally always there.

The features of Heizou‘s face were contorted in a mix of annoyance and anger, your gaze suddenly shifted towards him, he was leaning against the doorframe of the room, hands crossed around his body, exchanging glares. You resorted to not looking at him, too painful when thinking back at the argument the both of you had suffered from days prior.

Although you wanted to reconcile with him, Heizou would have to make the first move this time. He could be such a pain in the ass and not to mention a rather hurtful person with his words which he would throw around carelessly from time to time but he just couldn't help it sometimes, that's how he was. You knew he would never hurt you on purpose, but his reckless behavior just couldn‘t go unnoticed forever - and sometimes, it's better to let someone go, even though you love them more than yourself.

And you seemed to be very aware of this fact, yet still, it hurt you deeply. Though surely, when he suddenly walked towards you, looking at you with those big, apologetic green eyes of his which were complimented beautifully with the help of the small moles that were prancing right under them, all of your anger seemed to dissipate at once.

Heizou put his arms around you but not before making sure you were okay with him touching you after everything that happened between the both of you. You slightly nodded as he rested his chin on your head, and while you snuggled closer to him, he whispered apologies against you. Telling you how sorry he was and that’s when you realised just how hard his grip was on you, as though he was afraid you could suddenly vanish into thin air, forever.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗗𝗜𝗟𝗨𝗖

The argument must have started out from something quite serious, because we all know that Diluc is pretty good at keeping his cool, - he's strongly independent and takes great care of himself, so for him to lose his temper was of a rare occurrence.

In Diluc's opinion, yelling and arguing only results in worse outcomes so he'll most likely try to distance himself for a few minutes, because he just requires some time alone, going through the argument, analysing what happened that made it come to this and most importantly, how to fix the issues at hand.

For the first few minutes after he distanced himself from the situation he'll sit on the bed, his blood boiling and heart racing like a raging fire trying to calm himself as good as possible, the adrenaline slowly but surely fading away. After a while, the silence will become defeating, hearing the echoes of both of you yelling at each other made his heart hurt so deeply because Diluc just loves you so fucking much.

Diluc will put the blame on himself, thinking just "What did I do wrong, how did I let this happen?" resting his head in the palms of his hands, fluttering them close while reflecting on your boths actions ... remembering how hurt you looked while he raised his voice just a bit louder than usual. And the way your expression dropped as you hid your face, desperately trying not to cry in front of him.

Once he made up his mind, Diluc is quick to get up, searching for you in your home, begging that you also calmed down by now or by the time he actually arrives at your place. Diluc is someone who's quick to realize his actions - and also quick to try and make it up to you (if he's in the wrong of course). His whole being, from head to toe, values you so incredibly much that it hurts thinking about losing you, he wouldn't know what to do if he'd ever be without you.

He'll probably also buy you your favourite flowers as a small gift, not because he wants to buy your affection or forgiveness but because he just adores the little face you make whenever he buys you something that's a little reminder on just how much he cherishes you.

˖˚˳⊹ 𝗞𝗔𝗘𝗬𝗔

The argument had started when you were confronting Kaeya about the bruises on his - face, arms and stomach - they were minor, small cuts here and there, yet still, can anyone really blame you for being concerned about your boyfriend coming home all beat up? Late at night? Without any explanation whatsoever.

At the end of the day, it was probably simply the wrong time or wrong place to confront him about it because when you did, your boyfriend, Kaeya, wasn't happy at all. Sure, it was late at night and he was looking tired as hell, looking back at it now you should've postponed confronting him about his cuts, but you also knew that tomorrow he would already have an excuse prepared for you.

"Stop mingling in my affairs, It does not concern you, so stop asking (y/n)." these very words hurt your heart more than you would've imagined. You tried reasoning with him that you were purely just concerned about his wellbeing but he wasn't having it tonight. This quickly resulted in your voices taking turns rising in volume and tone.

Though, I might add that on any normal day the both of you would've been able to handle this argument and even calm down together - said talking it out with a reasonable conversation of the current situation you both were in.

You decided you'd had enough, realizing that arguing any longer with Kaeya would just result in the both of you screaming on the top of your lungs. Not getting to any positive outcome you decided to take your jacket and rushed towards the door angrily, closing your eyes to get rid of the tears that showed up the more you focused on the hurtful words that were coming out of his mouth. "Shit, wait, (y/n). I was being mean, I know."

Kaeya grasped your wrist with his one free hand while the other one moved towards your waist to draw you closer to his body, so there'd be no way for you to get out of his hold, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you, (y/n)." a slight shiver escaping his voice, his adam's apple bobbing against his throat lightly. Your hands, which were much smaller than his own, moved towards his face to cradle his cheeks, swiping your thumb over his hidden eye.

"There are some things I just cannot tell you."

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off-phelia · 2 years

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Hello! I saw that you accepted applications and here I have one for you! Maybe a bat! Eddie x reader with some anguish, this would be where he gets trapped in his bat form for a long time while his cute girlfriend takes care of him like a baby but at the same time misses the human eddie..., I don't know if I can explain, and then bat! Eddie sees that other boys come to her to invite her out and he feels bad for being small and not being like before but well, reader continues to love him whether he is a bat or not.

OMG OMG ❤❤

(sorry for my bad english :( )

To say that Eddie looked irritated was an understatement, he was beyond that.

Ever since the Upside Down incident, where he nearly died, Eddie has experienced firsthand the consequences of his survival and it comes down to him turning into a literal bat. With wings, fur and a long snout.

The only thing that kept him from going into a deep spiral was you and your friends, but mostly you.

You've been taking care of him since you found out what happened.

At first you were skeptical that little animal in Dustin's hands was, in fact, your boyfriend and neither Eddie - or Dustin - could blame you.

Luckily you had an open mind and allowed Dustin to explain what really had happened that crazy week when you and Eddie couldn't see each other.

The truth behind the murders, the Upside Down, Vecna, the cracks in the city, Eleven and of course, the fact that Eddie turned into a bat after being bitten by something they called demobats.

It was a lot to take in and honestly to believe too, but Eddie looked at you with those big familiar brown eyes and it made you truly believe that that little bat was your Eddie.

He's been with you ever since. Everyone decided it would be best to find some way to get him back to normal before saying anything to his uncle, Wayne. The man certainly wasn't in a position to receive such news and honestly, Eddie preferred it that way - not knowing if he could handle his uncle's possible rejection.

You've all tried everything but, not being scientists or researchers, none of you knew what else to do but wait for it to get back to normal on its own.

Months went by and Eddie was always being treated very well by you. Fruits, cozy perches, cuddling, kisses on her little head and of course, the toothbrush that was now used to brush her fur.

It would be a paradise… If it didn't get to the point it has.

For the past few days Eddie has been thinking about his human form.

You were lying on the couch, with Eddie on your chest. Both of you watching a cheesy romance movie your mom had saved and seeing the happy, smiling couple on the other side of the screen made Eddie sigh.

As a bat, there were many things he could not or was limited to do.

He missed walking around on his own two feet, opening the fridge for a beer, smoking weed, talking to people, playing his guitar, planning a D&D campaign and of course hugging you, kissing your lips, feeling your touch on his hair and hands, dance with you... He missed all of that and more.

You tried so hard to take care of him and understand his squeaks that, apparently, it only made sense to him. Meanwhile, Eddie couldn't do much for you and that frustrated him a lot of the time.

He tries to make up for this by working hard to be a good boy and cheer you up like he used to. He pinches your fingers gently and when it makes you laugh, he licks them lovingly trying to show his love for you. He greets you when you come home from work and brings you little flowers when you two go for a walk.

But that wasn't the worst part, not really. The worst part is having to watch other guys flirt with you and Eddie not being able to do anything about it.

The first time this happened, Eddie came out of your pocket and flew after the guy, squealing as loud as he could. You had to run with Eddie out of there before that guy called security, afraid he would be taken away for being an unconventional — and possibly dangerous — pet.

Since then he has watched at a disadvantage when someone approaches you and tries to get your attention. You being such a sweet person, just kindly refuse advances and usually get insulted after leaving for another location.

Eddie doesn't like it, but he can't do anything. He's not a human anymore and this makes him sad and angry.

Today was no different.

You were shopping together, it's one of the few times Eddie manages to keep quiet in your pocket and only sticks his furry little head out when you're away from the crowd and "talking" to each other.

You moved through the aisles, picking up everything you needed before heading to the fruit baskets.

You and Eddie were in the middle of a conversation about which apples and bananas to bring when a random guy approached you.

At first he was being friendly, giving you tips on which fruits are fresher than others and how to make a delicious fruit salad - Eddie felt his little tummy growl. The conversation flowed before the man started flirting with you and following you down other hallways.

This ended with you kindly dismissing him and him leaving hurling insults at you and saying "You bitchs are all the same".

You and Eddie got in the car and drove home. On the way he couldn't help but notice your eyes glazed over with unshed tears and the sight only made Eddie's little heart sink deeper.

That was a few hours ago.

Now you were in the kitchen. You looking at him with worried eyes as you observe that he doesn't even care about the piece of banana you are offering him.

"Eddie, honey. What happened? Aren't you hungry?" - you asked him trying, again, to offer the banana.

Eddie looked at the food in front of him and shifted his attention to the nothing again, he let out a light squeak that was more like a sigh.

"Love?…" - you tried to persuade, putting the banana aside and lightly caressing her little ears. "Are you going to tell me what made you like this?".

Eddie turned his eyes to you, he moved to sit on your palm and you brought him closer to your face, still stroking his little head.

He spread his little wings and grabbed your finger, pressing his little cheek against your skin and looking at you with those big worried, sad little eyes.

He squeaks.

"Are you worried about what that asshole say from earlier?" - he nodded. "Oh Eddie, you don't have to worry about that, it's ok" - you smiled at him gently.

Eddie squeaked again and looked away, looking more upset than before. You felt him squeeze your finger tighter.

"Eds…" - he looked at you again, glazed eyes. "I love you, only you. Even though you're a bat, you're still you and that's enough for me" - you caressed his cheek smiling.

Eddie seemed to smile back - his best attempt at a smile at least - and turned his muzzle to hide his tearful little face on your finger. He pinches you lightly and then licks your finger, before letting more licks up your nose.

"I really, really love you"

"I love you too, my love. So much" - you whispered just to him and kissed his little head gently.

You smile when he squeals happily.

#bat!eddie #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #let's talk about bat!eddie !!#eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff #stranger things #stranger things x reader #bat eddie munson #bat!eddie x reader

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funtimesale123 · 1 year

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gn reader x bowser fan fic fourth chapter

You have breakfast and get to know the Royal Koopa Family a little better

(Also read the notes at the end for a little more info on things in this chapter)

Ugh…

You notice unknown weigh on you as you start to wake up.

Hearing multiple small voices some attempting to whisper but basically yelling in a whispery tone instead.

"Guys you're gonna wake em up!" Says the one you're most familiar with

"So this is the human from another world, huh? They don't look that special." Says a more girly voice

"Hey! The Human is very special!!! They were very nice to Morton and helped Morton golf!" Booms the loudest voice of the group

"..."

"Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! I wonder if they'll like my tricks. Larry says they were fun to play golf with even if they're not the best" says a very bouncy and hyper voice

"They're probably just like the other humans like that scaredy cat green one or dumb meanie red one" says an agitated and rough voice

"Hey! Don't be mean, Roy. We haven't even given them a chance yet," says a very eloquently spoken voice

"Yeah! hehehe! and we can show them all our cool gadgets and battle strategies!" Another voice says

Groggily you finally open your sleepy eyes looking around to see you're surrounded by the koopa children with Roy and Wendy on you.

Oh… yeah… yesterday was real… and you really are in Bowser's Castle… surrounded by his eight kids… who have now started an argument over you.

Sigh

Welp while they're distracted you sneak off to the bathroom to hopefully tidy up a bit.

As you close the door you can still hear the now muffled sibling squabble.

You look around at the gorgeous and gigantic bathroom. The walls of course match a similar theme to the rest of the castle. Blacks and dark grays with fiery red highlights. You look over to see a bathtub/shower that's probably big enough to be jacuzzi.

Man, nearly everything in this castle is so much bigger and grander than what you're used to.

You notice something folded up on the counter with a note.

"Clothes fitting for the guest have been provided as well as possible necessities such as a toothbrush and toothpaste, both scented and unscented soaps, colognes and perfumes, hairbrush and other hair related products, and Basic beauty products and/or makeup. These can be found in the drawers and cabinets."

Setting the note aside you look over the clothes given to you

They're in a similar style to what you're currently wearing if not a bit more fancy. They're also seemingly made of the same materials as yours.

All in all the clothes are basically just a slightly fancier version of what you'd usually wear.

You set the clothes back down before washing your face, brushing your teeth, and doing whatever else then getting dressed.

As you step out the kids suddenly stop their arguing. It seems no one but Ludwig actually noticed that you'd gotten up.

As you walk in you remember that you technically haven't met all of them yet. You awkwardly wave.

"Um… Hi?"

"Tsk. At least they no longer look like some hobo even if it's not that much better." Roy mumbles

"Yeah, right?" Wendy whispers to him

Suddenly the twins were all over you!!!

Lemmy asking you childish questions while simultaneously showing you his tricks.

Iggy invading your personal space inspecting you and asking more invasive scientific questions.

Jr. Quickly runs over as Ludwig casually follows

You stand there dazed till Jr. Is able to calm the twins down as the three are bickering Ludwig introduces himself rather egotistically.

"Well hello there, I am Ludwig von Koopa, the eldest and most intelligent of my siblings." He boasts, puffing out his chest.

You notice Larry wave his wand showing a few images to talk and soon Lemmy translates

"Yeah!!! Larry's right, we're just as smart as you!!!"

"Hey! hey! hey! You're supposed to be tellin em who ya are guys!" Bowser Jr. reminds his siblings

"Oh… yeah!" Lemmy rolls his ball closer to you before excitedly saying "My name's Lemmy! Look at my trick! Look! Look! Look!" He then flips landing upside down on the ball on one hand and flipping and landing right side up.

"Wow!" You clap at the young koopas acrobatics as he giggles and bows

"My turn!" Iggy says nearly tripping over his twin to get to you. As he introduces himself he quickly starts to ramble out questions before you can even answer.

"I'm Iggy! You're from another world right, I'd love to study the differences in your anatomy and physiology! Do you have any unusual talents or abilities? Maybe we could run some experiments!"

You chuckle at Iggy's enthusiasm, but also feel a little overwhelmed by the bombardment of questions.

Before you can even respond, Roy pushes Iggy out the way and rudely introduces himself.

"Name's Roy or whatever " he grumbles before crossing his arms.

"Hey I wanted to go next! Hmph." Wendy pouts she then shoves Roy out the way as he yells about kicking her butt if she pushes him again to which she completely ignores as she introduces herself

"I'm Wendy and it's a pleasure to meet… Me"

"It is" you say as you indulge in the bratty princess's antics

As all the koopalings once again start talking at once, Kamek appears and not surprised by the children's behavior in the least simply announces

"Breakfast is ready, and young royals I urge you to try to not overwhelm the guest as being in an environment new to oneself can already be quite overwhelming."

You nod appreciatively at Kamek as he poofs off

before starting to chat with the koopalings on the way to the dining hall and throughout breakfast, learning about their personalities and interests.

Bowser chimes in occasionally about his children's many different accomplishments and skills.

Seems the Koopa King's pride isn't only limited to himself but to his children as well even if they're not related by blood it's clear he deeply cares for them nonetheless.

And despite their differences, the koopalings and Jr. all share a strong bond as siblings and a love for their family and kingdom.

You take a deep breath, realizing just how chaotic it can be living with the Royal Koopa Family, but also feeling a bit charmed by their quirks and personalities.

Notes

Man this is probably gonna take some getting used to ain't it…

(having played golf with Larry and Morton as well)

Sorry for retconning the story a bit

but I just had to have the koopalings play a more major story role cause I feel they don't get enough love

also sorry if the koopalings seem off, their characters haven't really been fleshed out as much in the games as Jr.s or Kameks

Also something to note is that Bowser's Castle in this story is based off of a combination of the Mario kart 8 track Bowser's Castle, Bowser's Castle (Arcade) from Mario Kart Arcade GP, and Bowser's Castle from Paper Mario: The Origami King.

so I'm basing them off of a combination of how they act in multiple appearances but mainly "The Adventures of Super Mario Bros. 3" show and the "Nintendo Adventure Books" and just changing the personalities a bit to fit the game versions

I'll probably draw up some reference images of a few of the rooms I've described and maybe make a rough castle layout as well as draw a height chart that includes the koopalings soon so be prepared for that ^v^ anyways sorry for the massive notes and hope you've enjoyed the story so far <3

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r0b1ns · 1 year

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Patrick Blanco x male reader with some thing like

"I can't get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name and now you're having breakfast with me in my sweater."(romantic)

Didn't know who you wanted to say it, but I hope you like it

FIRST MORNING

PATRICK BLANCO X MALE READER

CW: none, just fluff

PLOT: see request

WORD COUNT: 400+

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You woke up to an empty bed, the sun shining in your eyes and, a nice smell?

You decided to go shower and then investigate where's the smell coming from, and where's your boyfriend Patrick.

You shampooed you hair, washed yourself, dried yourself, brushed your teeth with the spare toothbrush he kept especially for you, and only now remembered you don't have spare clothes in here. You were dating Patrick for two months already, but never actually stayed here for longer than a day, usually waking up for a school day and coming back home after.

So you went to his closet and took some clothes from him. You were sure he wouldn't mind.

It was kinda chilly, leading you to put on a sweater you found and shorts, which took you so long to find you almost gave up, how does he owns so many clothes but not shorts?

You got ready and went down the stairs to the kitchen, where Patrick was standing next to the stove, in a T-shirt and a pair of boxers, cooking something.

"Hey" you said with a raspy morning voice, sitting at the table.

"Good morning" he spun around to smile at you "breakfast's almost ready, how did you sleep?"

" I slept good" you took a few seconds to think "Since when do you cook?"

He just laughed and shrugged, not stopping smiling.

You love Patrick. It's hard sometimes, with his trust issues and self sabotaging, but no matter what you'll always love him. It's so worth it, especially little moments like this, when it feels like you're all perfectly fine, not one problem in the world, just two guys loving each other and doing domestic stuff together.

You smelled pancakes, which made your stomach growl loudly, making Patrick laugh

"Someone's hungry, here you go" he put down a big plate with all the pancakes he made, and two small ones for each of you. You took one and stuffed it into your mouth.

"mmm" you hummed with a surprised voice

"you underestimated my ability to cook?"

You both laughed, continuing eating you food, occasionally making a conversation .

You noticed mid way Patrick was starting at you

"What?" You asked with a full mouth

"Nothing, nothing, just...I can't get over how a few months ago I wanted to learn your name, and now you're having breakfast with me in my sweater"

"Oh..do, do you want me to give it back? Sorry i-"

"No, no, it's not the point" he laughed and put his hand on yours "I just wanted to say that things change so quickly, and..I'm so happy I started a conversation with you that day, and now you're sleeping in my bed, and having a breakfast with me"

By that time you swallowed everything, and stood up to get closer to Patrick.

He turned in his chair so you could stand between his legs, brushing his soft hair and kissing his lips that had a sweet taste to them.

"I love you" you whispered between kisses, as he wrapped his hands around your torso

"I love you too" he said smiling into the kiss "by the way, you look good in my clothes, I think you should wear them more"

You love him.

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Thirty Two

Kim

She wasn’t sure what to think of Billy’s behavior.

She didn’t want to think of him acting oddly, but that’s exactly how he was acting. He was far more sociable than usual, speaking to everyone and anyone that would listen. Sometimes he spoke so fast that she couldn’t make sense of the beginning or the end of the story.

He gestured his hands wildly as he came up with extreme stories, his eyes wide and so bright that she was sure that he didn’t blink for moments at time. He was constantly jittering, like he had to move or he’d blow into tiny pieces.

“What are you doing?” Kim had asked him that morning, watching the way he was scrubbing the rim of her car tire with a toothbrush. She glanced at her car, still feeling a sense of embarrassment every time she looked at it. She wished Billy wasn’t putting so much effort into it, as she was fairly certain she had ruined it.

“Cleaning,” He mumbled underneath his breath, “It’s all dirty.” He said as he stopped his motions to pull the hose forward and spray the rim. She watched as a small stream of dirt raced down the driveway.

“It didn’t come off with just the hose?” She asked him softly, wondering if anyone really cared what the rim of her car looked like. She peeked over his shoulder, noticing how shiny and clean his rim looked. She wondered how long he’d been out here.

“Not well enough.” He mumbled underneath his breath as he used his hand to scrub even harder. She watched, feeling slightly worried. She was sure that there wasn’t one ounce of dust within the whole house. He’d certainly evicted all of the poor dust bunnies.

“Well why don’t you take a break,” She suggested quietly as she knelt down towards him, “You are driving us to school, right?” She questioned him, giving him a soft reminder as to what time it was. His blue eyes widened as he looked at her surprised, like he’d lost track of the time.

“Yeah,” He told her quickly as he pulled himself off of the ground. She rose slowly, sending him a soft smile as she watched the way he spun the toothbrush between his fingertips, “Are you guys ready?” He asked worriedly as she rose to meet him.

“We are,” She confirmed with a nod of her head, “Only if you are.” She told him slowly, knowing that they’d be alright to take the bus if they had to. She watched the way he quickly shook his head, like she was suggesting something silly.

“Let’s go,” He grinned wildly as he leaned forward to kiss her head. She paused, letting his lips linger against her skin before he pulled away. It was risky, but she felt like he needed it for some odd reason, “I’ll grab the keys and the other two.”

Kim pushed her short hair from her face as a breeze washed over her. She sighed deeply, watching the way he easily bounced inside. She crossed her arms over her chest, feeling like she had a hundred questions to ask him but didn’t know how to do so.

She did her best to try the other day, but it didn't work out the way she’d planned. He was clearly offended no matter which way she tried to spin it. She was just trying to help, but for a while she had wondered if she had just made everything worse.

“He’s a ray of sunshine,” Max muttered underneath her breath as she joined Kim near the car, “He’s too happy about something.” She replied to herself as she began to crawl into the backseat. Kim breathed out deeply, pulling a smile to her lips as she truly hoped that everything was alright with Billy.

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“So,” Kim drew out softly, feeling nervous as she began to play with her hair. She was just now beginning to grow used to how short it was, “I’m going to a party this weekend but I sort of said I was spending the night with you. Can you cover for me? Please.” She asked Audrey hopefully.

Kim knew it was a big thing to ask, but she was really hoping that Audrey would go along with it. Kim had sort of panicked again when Rosemary had questioned her about not joining them for trick or treating. She was also slightly disappointed. She hadn’t been allowed to trick or treat last year and now that she had the chance, she wouldn’t be able to do it.

“What’s in it for me?” Audrey asked seriously as she looked away from the small mirror that she was holding in her manicured hands. She was retracing the red lipstick across her lips, the color popping against her skin tone.

“What do you want?” Kim hesitated as she asked the question, not quite used to Audrey’s attitude over certain things. Kim had really begun to miss Addi and hoped that she was expressing that enough in their letters. Addi would’ve agreed easily, not even questioning why she needed a cover.

“Not necessarily what I want,” Audrey replied as she thought for a moment, “Next weekend my parents are having this family dinner and Calum really needs our aunts to get off of his back.” She said eagerly as she laced her fingers together and turned to face Kim.

“Okay,” Kim said cluelessly, “What does that have to do with me?” She asked softly, hoping that she didn’t sound rude. She wasn’t sure how she could help anything within their family dynamics. Audrey paused as a sneaky smile formed on her lips.

“I need you to pretend to be his girlfriend.” She said slowly, looking at Kim cheekily as she shared the idea. Kim felt her eyes widen, her cheeks flush as she already began to shake her head.

“I thought he had a girlfriend?” Kim asked softly as she settled back into her chair. She didn’t like the thought of pretending to be Calum’s girlfriend anyways, but she didn’t see the need to pretend when he had one. “What?” Audrey looked at her confused as she obnoxiously chewed on her gum. Kim shifted in her seat again, feeling a little uncomfortable suddenly. She wondered if she had been lied to.

“Calum,” Kim drew out softly, “He told me that he has a girlfriend.” She repeated as she began to bend the pages of her textbook. She felt a little nervous suddenly, wondering if she wasn’t supposed to share that information.

“Oh right,” Audrey shook her head quickly, “No they’ve been split up for a while. We just need you to pretend.” She brushed Kim off, like it wasn’t a big deal. Kim blinked slowly as she pictured Billy.

“I can’t,” Kim said quickly, “I have a boyfriend and he won’t like it.” She did her best to reason with Audrey. She put most of the blame on Billy, but the truth is that she didn’t want to do it. She didn’t really care for Calum in a friendly way either. He wasn’t bad, but she didn’t seek out his company either. He was just sort of there.

“I guess you need to find a different cover then,” Audrey shrugged her shoulders, “Good luck with Danielle. She’s hitting up a bunch of different parties.” Audrey replied as she turned in her seat, leaving Kim with her lips parted in shock. She thought for sure that Audrey would help her out regardless, as it was something Kim would do for her too.

“It’s not right,” Kim protested as she leaned forward to whisper to Audrey, “I can’t hold his hand or kiss him or anything. I love my boyfriend. I can’t lose him.” She replied, knowing that she would be terribly hurt if Billy had done something similar. She wondered if Rosemary would really check in on Audrey’s family. Perhaps she could get away with having no cover at all.

“I’m not asking you to do that,” Audrey snapped back, her tone making Kim’s eyes widen in surprise, “Just sit there and pretend to be his girlfriend. Seriously, they’re just going to ask how you met and stuff. They’re old fashioned and most of them don’t speak English anyways.” She swatted her hand in the air, like it wasn’t a big deal.

“You’ll cover for me?” Kim asked her meekly, slumping further into her chair as she watched Audrey roll her eyes. Kim played with her fingertips, growing worried at what she may be agreeing to doing.

“Yes.” Audrey replied in irritation, looking like she wasn’t happy with repeating herself. Kim thought about it for a moment, but in the end she couldn’t come to a concise decision. She didn’t want to say yes without at least running it by Billy first. Perhaps he’d have a better idea.

“Let me ask my boyfriend,” Kim said softly, “If I can’t I’ll get someone who can. I promise.” She nodded her head quickly, thinking that it was good to leave her answer at that. Audrey gave her a bored look before she turned around again.

Kim felt her head slump forward into her hands as she thought about it for a few more minutes. She really wasn’t comfortable doing anything with Audrey and Calum alone, especially if it meant she’d have to pretend to care about him. She wondered if there was some way she could sneak Billy in with her if she did go through with it.

The rest of the day passed in a breeze and before she knew it, Billy was waiting for her outside in the pick up line. She pushed her hair out of her face, blushing softly as she watched the way he leaned against his car.

He grinned from ear to ear, his skin golden and bright as the sun danced off of it. He was wearing a neat blue button up shirt that left most of his chest exposed. She felt her eyes lingering down his abs, then towards his tight fitting jeans as she began to wonder why she had to suffer through her period.

“Hi,” She greeted him kindly as she stepped forward, “How was your day?” She let her fingertips brush against his own, giving him a slight squeeze but nothing more. She knew the possibilities of Cindy being near were slim, but it still made her worry. She didn’t want anyone else to find out before they told Rosemary.

“Good,” He responded breezily as he wrapped their fingers together, “Work was pretty busy today.” He shrugged his shoulders. She didn’t miss the wide look in his eyes, or how his body was buzzing as if he was going to blast off into the air.

“You went to work like that?” Max questioned, both of her eyebrows raised as she looked at Billy. He looked down at his outfit, like he couldn’t see what was wrong with it. Kim bit her lip, hiding away her giggle. She wondered if he got more tips if he dressed like that.

“I buttoned it up at work,” He muttered underneath his breath as he brought his fingertips against his chest, “Does it look bad?” He asked a little seriously, like he was worried about what they thought. Max opened her mouth to answer, but Kim beat her to it.

“No,” Kim answered a little too quickly. She distracted herself, hoping her face wouldn’t burn as she slid into the passenger seat, “It looks great.” Max grumbled from the backseat as she began to buckle up. Billy grinned widely at Kim, resting his hand against her thigh as he drove towards the middle school.

“I got candy today,” Russell grinned at them after he had crawled into the backseat, “They said it was a gift before Halloween.” He told them quickly as he held the bag open. Kim peered her head around first before she reached her hand inside to search for what she wanted.

“Oh, thank you,” Kim smiled brightly as she took a few of the chocolate kisses, “Who gave it to you?” She asked him curiously as she put the candy into one of the pockets of her bag. Billy was very particular about eating in his car and judging by how clean it currently was; she suspected that it wasn’t an option at the moment.

“My gym teacher,” Russell responded as he popped a lollipop into his mouth, much to Billy’s displeasure, “He taught us about sex today.” He nodded his head, grinning from ear to ear like it was exciting. Kim giggled to herself as she turned away. There was no denying how young and immature Russell could be.

“Did you tell him that dad already taught us that?” Max asked with a roll of her eyes. Billy snorted a second later, but looked quite pleased with himself as he drove them back to the house. Kim wondered if he had reminded Sam about the sex talk.

Billy seemed to grow more energized by the time they approached the house. He was currently discussing some Western that Kim had never heard of, but the way he spoke of it made it seem like he was very passionate about it. She was about to question him further when something in the driveway caught her eye.

“Whose is that?” She asked, peering out the window as he pulled onto the side of the street. Billy paused for a moment as he removed his keys, his eyes flashing with amusement as he turned to fully face her.

Russell and Max leaned forward eagerly, their heads bumping together from how quickly the both of them moved. Max grumbled as she moved away, holding her head in protest while Russell basically crawled over the middle console to get a better look.

“Mine,” Billy grinned proudly, “Isn’t she beautiful?” Billy tossed his keys up in the air before he caught them, still smirking as he stepped out of the car. Russell bussed out behind him, yelling about how cool it was while Kim remained frozen in shock.

“You got a motorcycle?” She asked him in disbelief as she turned to face it again. It had to be brand new too based on how shiny the blue paint was. She shook her head, sure that she was imagining it. She didn’t even know how Billy would get that type of money to afford a motorcycle.

“I did,” He proclaimed proudly as he joined Russell by the machine. Max kicked at the back of Kim’s seat, looking irritated as Kim finally gripped her bag and pulled herself out of the seat, “What do you think?” He looked at her worried, like he was afraid of what she thought.

“It’s nice,” Kim nodded her head in agreement as she pulled a stiff smile to her lips, “And you- you paid for it?” She looked at him worriedly, feeling nervous at what his answer would be. She glanced at the bracelet on her wrist, hoping that this would be a different situation.

“I did not steal it,” Billy confirmed with a nod of his head, “Do you want to take it for a ride?” He asked her gleefully, looking excited suddenly. She felt her eyes widen at the thought.

“Yes.” Max and Russell answered at the same time, before Kim could say anything else. She snapped her head towards them before she looked at the motorcycle again. It looked vastly different than a car did. She wasn’t sure that Billy even knew how to drive it.

“I don’t know,” She said a second later, “Aren’t they dangerous?” She asked him seriously, thinking about the stories that she’d heard about people getting hurt while riding them. She didn’t want that for any of them.

“We’ll wear helmets,” Max grinned as she held onto the crook of Kim’s elbow, “Please.” She stared up at her, gripping her arm softly as she began to bounce up and down like she was little again. Kim sighed deeply as Russell joined her, his blue eyes flashing with anticipation.

“Did you ask Rosemary?” She looked towards Billy again as the two younger teens began to poke at her, repeating please loudly until she nearly couldn’t hear her own thoughts either.

“She saw that I got it,” Billy told Kim honestly, “I didn’t get it for decoration.” He said with a hopeful smile, looking like he wanted to take them for a ride just as badly. She debated with the thought in her mind for a minute, weighing the options back and forth.

“Okay,” Kim eventually caved in, mostly to do with the blue puppy dog eyes that she was receiving from the three of them, “Wear your helmets and drive slow.” She took turns staring at each of them, ensuring that they understood that she was serious and it wasn’t up for debate.

“Can I go first?” Russell pleaded as he gripped a hold of the motorcycle again. He rubbed his fingertips across the paint like it was the coolest thing he’d ever seen. Kim shook her head, feeling a little amused.

“No way,” Max protested, “I’m older I should go first.” She snapped her head towards Billy, giving him a knowing look as she bounced up and down on her feet. Billy looked between the two younger teens, like he was debating on who deserved it first.

“Ladies first,” Billy shrugged his shoulders as she took his place on it. Russell pouted out his lips, looking rather bothered by Billy’s statement as Max clambered on behind Billy, “Helmet.” He told her seriously as he handed it to her.

“Should you wear knee guards? Maybe something for your elbows?” Kim suggested as she ensured that Max’s helmet was tight and wouldn’t go flying off. Max scoffed as she pushed her away, looking like she was tired of being fussed with.

“It’s fine,” Max grinned eagerly as she held onto Billy’s waist tightly, “Go!” She grinned from ear to ear, looking excited as Billy took off. Kim sighed deeply, feeling relief spread through her as she took in how slow Billy was going. He went up the street, then back down to the driveway before he switched and picked Russell up.

“Your turn,” Billy grinned teasingly as he handed the helmet out towards her. Kim laughed as she quickly shook her head and held her arms over her chest, “What? It’s fun.” He told her seriously.

“No thank you,” Kim told him gently as she leaned forward, ensuring that only he could hear, “I’m not sure if it’s safe for you to drive this, when you can’t even ride a bike.” She teased him, grinning from ear to ear as a shocked expression grew on his features.

“Is that how you’re going to play this?” He teased back as he reached for her, quickly jabbing two fingers into her ticklish sides. She squealed as she jumped away, freeing herself from his grasp.

“I’m just speaking the truth,” She giggled softly as she tucked her hair behind her ears, “This is basically a very powerful bicycle.” She told him seriously, thinking the only difference was that you didn’t have to pedal.

“Please,” Billy shook his head as he parked the motorcycle and removed his helmet, “I’ll take you on it later.” He grinned cheekily, looking like he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. She hesitated before she spoke up.

“Maybe,” She agreed softly, “Rosemary didn’t say anything?” She asked him softly, a little surprised that they would so easily agree. She supposed it was a good thing. Billy did deserve to buy nice things, she just didn’t understand how he afforded it.

“No,” Billy shook his head as he pulled her towards him, “Why would she?” He asked her seriously, although his eyes were shining with something else. She giggled again as she fell against him, wrapping her arms around his waist as they settled into the empty garage.

“Maybe she would be worried,” Kim shrugged her shoulders softly as she pressed her lips against his cheek, “What made you decide to get it, anyways?” She asked him softly, a little confused at the sudden payment. She couldn’t remember him wanting a motorcycle before.

“I thought it looked cool,” He admitted with a laugh as he pressed his fingertips against her sides, “Don’t you think?” He grinned as he brushed his nose against her cheek. She rolled her eyes playfully but felt a smile pressing deep into her lips. She wasn’t the least bit surprised at his answer.

“Very cool,” She nodded her head in agreement, “Just like your tattoos.” She giggled as she leaned forward to press her lips against his. He squeezed her hips slowly before he dragged his fingertips into the loops of her jean skirt. He pulled her forward, pressing her flush against him as he kissed her deeper.

She felt herself melting against him, her arms slowly snaking around his shoulders as his strong arms wrapped around her waist. She giggled softly again, closing her eyes as Billy peppered a series of kisses against her lips. She gaped, her mouth falling open against his lips as he moved his hand up her skirt.

“Billy,” She gasped softly as she slowly pulled away, “Not so fast.” She breathed out, smiling as she wiggled away from his touch. He chuckled, his eyes filled with lust as he watched the way she moved out of reach.

“Do you want me to go slower?” He asked her in a sultry tone, looking at her seriously as he began to fall to his knees. She felt her eyes widen, her cheeks flushing as she realized what he was trying to do.

“No,” She squeaked out softly as she brought him back to his feet, “I don’t think it’s the best time to do that.” He looked at her curiously, tilting his head like he couldn’t understand what she meant. Kim glanced towards the shut door.

“Why not?” Billy asked her seriously as he gripped her chin and turned her attention back towards him. She glanced over his freckled cheeks before she was able to look him in the eye.

“I'm still on my period,” She reminded him with a soft smile, “And I don’t think the garage is a very safe place.” She told him seriously. She could only imagine what would happen if someone walked in.

“I don’t mind,” He told her seriously as he slid his fingertips into the waistband of her skirt again. She shook her head and giggled before she pulled his hands into her own, “Oh, it won’t be that bad.” He whined softly, looking at her hopefully.

“Not now,” She told him quickly, even though she felt an urge to feel his cock stretching her out, “Come on. I don’t want anyone to be suspicious.” She told Billy quickly, giving him a playful poke before she made her way inside.

She felt her mouth beginning to water as soon as she stepped foot inside of the house. The lingering scent of fresh baked cookies tickled against her nose, suddenly making her excited as she wandered in towards the kitchen.

“Do you want to try them?” Rosemary stopped her motions, her blonde hair slightly frizzy as it stuck out from her ponytail, “I was trying a new recipe.” She spoke in excitement. Kim nodded her head in excitement, glancing over the cookies until she found the one that looked to be the most full of chocolate.

“Kim,” Sam spoke up as he peered at her down the hallway. She held the cookie a few inches from her mouth as she turned to look at him, “Can we talk for a moment?” He asked her softly, raising an eyebrow as he waited.

She dropped the cookie in disappointment, promising to come back to it. She nodded her head in agreement as she slowly walked towards him, hoping she wasn’t going to get lectured again about Billy sneaking into her room at night.

“Sure,” She said briskly as she followed him into his room, “What’s going on?” She asked nervously as she played with her fingers. Sam paused before he leaned forward to shut the door behind her.

“How often does Billy get like this?” Sam asked slowly as he rested his hands on his hips. Kim looked at him confused as she tilted her head in confusion.

“What do you mean?” She questioned him, although she had a feeling that she already knew what this was about. Sam seemed to already realize that Billy’s behavior was rash, that he didn’t usually act like this.

“I mean does he usually hide in bed for days, then turn around and be overly happy?” Sam asked her specifically this time. She thought about it for a second, but she already knew the answer to his question. She really didn’t know at all.

“No,” Kim paused for a moment, “Actually, I don’t know.” She admitted sheepishly, feeling a little bad for her answer. Sam furrowed his dark eyebrows as he looked at her curiously.

“You don’t know?” Sam looked at her bewildered, like he couldn’t understand why. She paused as she played with her fingers nervously, unsure of how to explain how things used to be. She wasn’t close to Billy before all of this happened. He was like a stranger to her. This was all new for her to process.

“Things were different before we moved,” Kim admitted, feeling a little ashamed for not paying closer attention to Billy at the time, “He stayed to himself most of the time.” She shrugged her shoulders, as if she could brush away the guilt that was beginning to eat at her.

“I see,” Sam nodded his head softly as he watched her, “That’s alright. This is something new then?” He asked her, his tone a little softer this time around as he sat himself onto the bed. She paused for a moment as she walked over towards him. She sat down next to him, feeling a little awkward before she spoke up again.

“Do you think something is wrong with him?” She wasn’t sure why she was asking. She was sure that Billy was fine, perhaps he really was just happier. However, she couldn’t deny that something was off. She was still fearful to think it was because he was on something. She kept reminding herself that he’d promised.

“What’s going on in here?” Rosemary looked at them curiously as she suddenly walked into the room. Her cheeks were dusted in flour, her hair even frizzier as she looked at the two of them with a wide smile. Kim waved awkwardly, unsure of what she was supposed to say.

“I was asking her about Billy.” Sam told her truthfully. Kim glanced between them, hoping that this wouldn’t cause a fight. Rosemary’s features crinkled up in confusion.

“What about him?” Rosemary asked slowly as a defensive look crossed her features. Kim felt her shoulders slumping forward, as she suddenly wished she could hide away. She didn’t like the sudden sharp tone that Rosemary had taken.

“Just about how he’s been acting.” Sam stood up as he wiped his palms on his jeans. He walked towards Rosemary, sighing as he took her hands gently. She looked at him in disbelief, almost as if she’d been slapped.

“He’s happy,” Rosemary defended quickly, “What’s wrong with that?” She glanced towards the both of them, like she didn’t see that there was anything wrong. Kim realized that she probably didn’t notice anything either. It had been so long since Rosemary had truly known Billy.

“I didn’t say anything was wrong,” Sam told her gently, “He seems a little manic is all.” Kim felt her own eyebrows furrowing at that word. She wasn’t exactly sure what it meant, but she could remember Susan using it in a negative way. She wasn’t sure why Billy would be manic or how.

“Manic?” Rosemary jolted up, her eyes wide in alarm, “What do you mean?” She looked panicked this time, like she hadn’t even considered the thought. Sam played with her hands softly, like he was searching for the right way to explain his thoughts.

“Just that maybe he’s having some mental issues,” Sam said softly, “It’s nothing to worry about.” He looked up quickly to reassure Rosemary. Kim felt herself freezing, suddenly thinking about how Billy had warned her about this. She hadn’t expected him to act wild and carefree. She thought he would be sad, rested in bed like he had been before.

“He’s not crazy,” Rosemary quickly dismissed Sam, “He’s fine.” She pulled her hands away, looking like she no longer wanted to discuss the issue. Kim felt her mind wandering as she kept thinking of Billy. She wondered if things would stay like this, or if he eventually would get better.

“I didn’t say he was crazy,” Sam shook his head, “I just think he could use some help to keep his actions in control.” He explained again, speaking softly like he knew how difficult this was. Kim rubbed at her chest as she tried to keep her heart from racing too harshly in her chest.

“Like shock therapy?” Rosemary asked him, her voice shrill with panic and worry. Kim felt her own eyes widening at the thought. There was no way she’d let that happen to Billy. They’d run away. She was sure he’d agree easily to the thought now.

“No,” Sam replied sternly, “Like getting medicated.” He replied instead, looking a little stressed as well. Kim figured that this was not how he wanted the conversation to go. She couldn’t blame him. She was trying to keep from panicking at his slight suggestion. She kept thinking back, trying to remember if Billy had been like this before. He snuck out a lot more, that was for sure.

“There’s nothing wrong with him,” Rosemary shook her head, “Is there Kim?” She looked towards Kim desperately, like she was willing for Kim to agree with her. Kim was silent for a moment as she glanced towards the two of them. Sam kept his eyes averted, as if he understood how she was going to answer.

“No.” Kim shook her head quickly, even though she wasn’t sure about her answer. Billy was certainly acting differently, but he wasn’t acting dangerous. He hadn’t really done anything bad. He was happy, joyful. She wasn’t sure why Sam would be so worried about that.

“I’m just saying-,” Sam started again as he held his hands up innocently, “You mentioned that Neil could get like this.” He said at last. The room in the air suddenly turned cold at the mention of Neil’s name. Kim paused, her jaw going slack for a second. She thought about how Neil’s moods often changed.

“Not like this,” Rosemary shook her head, “He had mood swings but it wasn’t like this. Billy isn’t like him, he’s fine.” She dismissed the conversation quickly, shaking her head like she wouldn’t hear another word of it. Kim looked down at the bracelet on her wrist, wondering if Billy would’ve done that a few months ago.

“Okay,” Sam nodded his head in agreement, “You’re right.” He kissed the top of her. She closed her eyes as she rested against him, before she fully wrapped her arms around his waist. Kim looked away from them, suddenly concerned with how Billy’s behavior might change.

“It’ll work out,” Rosemary sighed deeply as she jerked her head towards the door, “Dinner is almost done.” She nodded her head softly, giving them both a soft grin. Kim felt bad for her, knowing that this all must be difficult. She wondered if she was blaming herself, rather than blaming Neil.

“Do you believe in demons?” Kim asked once Rosemary had left again. Sam turned towards her in surprise, his eyebrows raised at the odd question. Kim gulped, unsure of why she had spit the question out so soon.

“Demons? Like ghosts?” He looked at her curiously as he joined her on the bed again. She nodded her head softly, not quite sure where she was going with this conversation.

“Yeah, I guess,” She paused as she tried to sort her thoughts out better, “Like biblical.” She clarified as she thought back to the conversation with Billy the other day. She hadn’t admitted to him how badly it had hurt her to hear him say that. She felt like in a weird way, he was suggesting that she was being punished for what had happened. She knew that he didn’t mean it in that manner, but it made her wonder.

“Uh,” Sam laughed softly as he rubbed the back of his head, “God hasn’t really been there for me. Too many unanswered prayers. I’m not the one to ask about biblical things.” He said awkwardly, like he wasn’t sure how she’d respond to his claim. She shrugged her shoulders, expecting his answer. They hadn’t ever been very religious. She felt like she’d learned her first true prayer from Neil.

“It’s not like that,” Kim drew out softly, “But do you believe they’re real?” She asked him again, feeling a little ridiculous. She didn’t think she believed in them either. They were just dreams. Silly, dreams.

“No,” Sam answered a second later, “I believe facts.” He nodded his head truthfully. She thought for a moment, trying to understand what the facts were. She breathed in deeply.

“So if you can’t see it, it’s not real?” She turned to him, looking for an honest answer. Sam paused for a second, considering her question before he spoke again.

“Not necessarily,” Sam drew in softly, “Science is odd. Has there ever been solid proof about demons? Other than hearsay.” He directed the conversation back to her. She thought about it again before she shook her head, suddenly feeling a little relieved. She knew it was silly, but she felt like she needed some sort of confirmation.

“I guess not,” Kim pressed her fingertips together, “What would cause bad dreams? Like dreams that you can’t wake up from.” She sought out the answer from him, feeling like she was little and he held all the answers in the world again. She truly hoped that he knew.

“You’re not possessed or seeing demons,” Sam grinned softly as he leaned forward to kiss the top of Kim’s head, “Lots of stress, bad memories. Lots of things cause restless sleep.” He explained to her. She stalled for a second before she leaned forward, letting her cheek rest against his shoulder.

“It’s been like that for a few months now,” Kim admitted, “I just can’t sleep normally.” She held her hands out, wishing she knew how to explain it. She hadn’t had any bad dreams recently, but she still couldn’t sleep. It was driving her crazy, being unable to sleep.

“What’s it like?” He looked at her intrigued, like he hadn’t expected her to say such a thing. She held her hands out slowly before she clenched her fingers into a soft fist. She was suddenly frustrated, wishing she could explain how she felt.

“I’ll just wake up and can’t move,” She told him quickly, “My heart races and I panic. It’s like I’m stuck and sometimes I see things.” She felt her heart beginning to race for a second as she thought about it. She was panicked, almost crippled with fear at the thought of experiencing it again. She was worried that one day she wouldn’t be able to pull herself from it.

“Things?” Sam looked at her for clarity, like he wasn’t quite understanding what she meant. She paused for a second as she tried to make sense of it herself.

“I guess like people, shapes.” She explained slowly. She scratched at her skin, feeling like she shouldn’t mention who she was fearful of seeing. She didn’t know how Sam would feel about that.

“Maybe you have sleep paralysis.” He told her slowly. She looked at him with furrowed eyebrows, not understanding what he meant. She’d certainly never heard that word before.

“What’s that?” She asked him curiously, wondering if there was some way she could fix all of this. She wondered if there was a way to fix Billy’s issues as well. “Sort of what you just described,” Sam explained softly, “It’s when your sleep is disrupted. People will say that they hear things, see things. They can’t move either. It’s not uncommon.” He told her truthfully. She leaned over even more curiously, waiting for him to tell her what was wrong with her.

“How can I fix it?” She finally asked as Sam fell quiet. He raised his eyebrows as he glanced towards her. She chewed on her bottom lip as he looked at her expectantly.

“What’s causing you stress?” He asked her curiously, tilting his head as he waited for an answer. Kim felt herself hiding further into herself, suddenly regretting speaking up at all. She was too afraid to speak Logan’s name, like it may give him some sort of power over him.

“Nothing,” Kim said as she tried to shut the conversation down before it got too far, “I don’t think it’s stress.” She said as she shook her head. She didn’t think about Logan that often. There was no way he was affecting her in such a way. She turned away suddenly, hoping that Sam couldn’t tell what she was thinking.

“Kim,” Sam replied softly as she stared ahead, “I wouldn’t judge you for whatever you had to say. I’m a really good listener.” He promised her gently. She debated about it for a second before she shut her thoughts down. She saw how angry he had been when he had thought she was drinking with Billy.

“Nothing happened.” She decided at last, determining that there was no point in bringing the situation up all over again. Logan was far away from her, probably no longer thinking about her either. It was silly for her to still be so worked up over this situation.

“Okay,” Sam sighed softly, “Maybe we could try a sleeping pill?” He suggested as Kim slowly nodded her head in agreement. She was sure that she was suddenly overreacting. Nothing was wrong, she was just looking for issues from nothing.

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“What do you think?” Kim asked as she held the outfit up, “Your mom helped me look at a few discount stores. I think the dress is a nice blue. The cape is pretty as well.” She told Billy excitedly as she showed her uniform off to him. He leaned lazily on her bed with a bright smile on his lips.

“No one will be able to look away from you.” He smirked as he watched her, his eyes traveling up the length of her legs instead of the dress. She felt a flush spreading over her despite the fact, unsure of how she felt about so many people watching her. She still wasn’t sure how to handle the party.

“I don’t know about that,” She mumbled softly, feeling a little shy as she placed the costume back on the hanger, “But thank you.” She told him truthfully as she leaned forward to kiss his forehead. He hummed in response as he pulled her onto her lap, her nightgown raising high over her thighs.

“You always look breathtaking,” Billy spoke breathlessly as he stared at her, his blue eyes dilated as he moved her nightgown further over her thighs until he was playing with the band of her panties, “I want you so bad.” He admitted as he dipped his fingertips against her soft flesh.

“Billy,” She squealed as he kneaded her ass with his hands, “I can’t, my period.” She reminded him quickly, although the excuse was beginning to grow old. It was messy, but she was sure that she wanted him just as desperately. She missed the feeling of his cock inside of her.

“Let me fuck you,” He begged as he cupped her ass, “Please. I don’t care about the mess.” He told her urgently as he stared up at her. He nudged her nose with his own softly, his minty breath coating over her lips as he spoke to her.

“Okay,” She replied gently as she moved her hands up to cup his jawline. She squeezed softly, rubbing her thumbs across his smooth skin. She met his eyes again, sure that Sam was just being dramatic. This was Billy, he was still her Billy. There was nothing different about him, “I want you too.” She mumbled underneath her breath as she dragged one of her hands down his chest.

She dragged her skin through his golden chest hairs, down his soft abs until she was met with his growing bulge. She squeezed softly, earning a low groan from him as he slowly rocked his hips forward. She watched in awe, thinking of how rough he’d been the other night. She liked when he lost control like that.

She squealed as he tossed her onto the side of the bed, giggling as she attempted to make herself comfortable. Billy gripped her hips, stalling her for a moment before he rolled her over onto the towel that she’d been using.

“Relax,” He told her teasingly as he slowly pulled her panties down her legs. She arched her ass higher in the air, growing excited as a cold breeze tickled against her skin, “So pretty.” He mumbled as he dragged his fingertips between her wet folds.

She stiffened, feeling the need to warn him about the blood again before her words were cut short. A moan left her lips as he pressed two fingers inside of her. She gaped, already feeling stuffed as she rolled her hips back against him.

“So wet,” He mumbled as he slowly curled his fingers inside of her. She whined at the sensation, rocking her hips forward as she let his fingers explore her, “I love your pussy, baby sister.” He hummed softly.

“I like it,” She gasped softly as she slowly began to grind her hips back against his fingers, enjoying the dirty words that left his lips, “I want more.” She whined softly, desperate to feel his cock throbbing against her walls.

“Yeah?” Billy bent over her, bearing a cocky smirk as he slowly withdrew his fingers from her cunt, “What do you want?” He teased her, his eyes glazed over as he breathed in her reaction. She gulped hard, trying to catch her breath before she spoke again.

“I want your cock,” She whispered softly, watching the way his eyes flashed as he leaned in even closer, “Wanna feel you so bad.” She told him truthfully, leaning forward just enough that he could slide his tongue against her lips.

She gasped, her lips molding against his instantly as he pushed himself forward. She kissed him just as deeply, just as passionately as she felt the fire burning within her chest. She kept herself still, but fought the urge to grind herself down against the towel as his tongue slid inside of her mouth.

He flicked his tongue against hers, licking it slowly before he curled his tongue against hers. She sighed at the sensation, enjoying the drag of his tongue as he slowly pulled away.

A line of spit stayed between their mouths, connecting him even as he slowly pulled away. She whimpered once the line slowly snapped and it dripped onto her chin and down her neck. Her body felt all too warm suddenly as he pushed himself behind her.

“Such a needy slut,” Billy mumbled softly as he dragged the head of his cock between her folds. Kim whimpered at the sensation, her clit rubbing as he slowly rubbed his skin against hers, “Did I make you this desperate?” He whispered hotly as he leaned over her back.

“Yes,” She answered truthfully, quickly as she slowly began to grind her hips back against his hardened cock, “I’m your little slut. Need your cock so badly.” She nodded her head eagerly as she looked back towards him. A smirk grew on Billy’s lips as he slowly stroked his cock.

“S’alright,” He teased her as he pushed his fat tip into her cunt, “I’ll take care of you.” He mocked her as he brought his hand down against her ass. She yelped, but the protest died in her throat as he slammed the rest of his cock into her fluttering walls.

She gasped, moaning deeply as his powerful thrusts rocked her forward onto the bed. She sighed in pleasure, stretching her arms out wide to explore the waves of the mattress. She gripped the sheets in between her fingers tightly as the pleasure raced up her spine.

Billy smacked her ass again, making her skin tingle before he delivered another harsh slap to the same area. She cried out, arching her ass a little further back towards him. He laughed lowly as he smacked her raw skin again.

“Oh God,” She licked at the drool that was beginning to drip from the corner of her lips. Her mind felt fuzzy as the pleasure continued to burn inside of her stomach and chest. Her thighs clenched together, her pussy squelching around Billy’s thick cock, “You feel so good.” She spit out, wondering if he’d ever grow tired of hearing that.

“Yeah?” He asked as he moved his hands up her slender body. She gaped, whimpering as he slid his fingertips against the front of her nightgown, just barely brushing against her hardened nipples. She cried out at how sensitive they felt as they brushed against her thin material, “God you look so good.” He spit out harshly as he moved his hands against her shoulders, then to her neck.

He squeezed at her neck softly, taking her by surprise as he momentarily cut off her airflow. She felt her cheeks burning from the sensation as he dragged his cock in and out of her cunt harder, pushing into her deeper as he kept his grip around her.

She thought of the way his belt had felt against her neck and suddenly wished he’d do it again. She wanted him to roughly tug on it, to force her to move harshly against his cock as he pulled on it. The thought made her mind fuzzy, made her clit throb as his tip brushed against her g-spot.

“God,” She whined in bliss, kicking the palms of her feet against the mattress, “Right there, Billy. Please, please.” She begged him, needing him to move harder if at all possible. She breathed in, gaping as she was sure he suddenly pushed deeper inside of her.

“Does it feel good?” He teased her as he gripped her neck roughly and dragged her back along the length of his cock, “You look so pretty. Such a good little whore for your big brother.” He moved a hand away, keeping on hand on her shoulder as he smacked at her ass again. She squealed softly, her skin feeling too raw from the prickling sensation.

“Yeah,” She giggled in awe, her eyes beginning to roll in the back of her head as the tip of his cock pressed against her bundle of nerves, “More, wanna feel more.” She pleaded with him as she reached back to grip his hips. She pushed him down further, desperately needing to feel more of him inside of her.

His fingertips lightly dug into the skin of her neck, squeezing as he roughly dragged her up and down the length of his cock. She whimpered at the touch, enjoying the way her walls fluttered around his thick girth. She rolled her hips backwards, sighing each time his balls pressed against her skin.

“Still being too loud,” He tsked as he yanked her head back further, forcing her to look up at him, “You just wanna be caught like a dirty little whore, don’t you?” He grinned down at her, his eyes flickering over her features. She parted her lips, her eyebrows tightening as the pleasure raced up her spine.

He held onto her chin tightly, keeping her head at an awkward angle as he spit down on her face. She gaped, unable to lick it away before he did it again. Then again. Saliva pooled down from each side of her cheeks, against her lips as she rapidly tried to capture it all.

“Mhm,” She whined in awe, her face wet from his spit, “I can’t help it.” She told him truthfully as she rocked back against him. He groaned deeply, his eyes lustful as he continued to fuck into her. She could feel herself clamping down around his cock, squeezing him tightly as her orgasm grew near.

“You want everyone to see that your big brother fucks you?” Billy asked her hoarsely, his eyebrows knitting tightly together like he was in just as much pleasure as her. She thought of how Chet had walked in on them, how Billy had clearly seemed to enjoy it.

“Yeah,” She whined, not thinking much into it as the pleasure tickled inside of her mind, “Want it badly.” She hummed, her body burning from pleasure as he continued to drag his cock in and out of her cunt. She licked at her lips, feeling the walls within her beginning to break down.

Billy groaned loudly, rolling his head back as Kim’s head fell forward into the bed. She bit down on the sheets, trying to keep her whimpers hidden as the pleasure cracked down over her. Her walls clamped down around his cock, squeezing him tightly as she came with a cry.

Her body shook from the pleasure as drool coated her sheets from how roughly she’d bit down on it. Her mind felt fuzzy, full of lust as Billy’s movements stayed harsh and deep. Her body rocked forward, dragging against the mattress until his hips finally stalled against hers.

“Fuck,” Billy whined lowly, his fingertips roughly gripping her hips as he clawed at her skin, “Jesus, Kim.” He grunted loudly as he rested his body against hers. He collapsed for a moment, laying on top of her as they both tried to collect their breath.

“Oh God,” She giggled softly, breathing in deeply as he held onto her tightly. Her heart raced roughly inside of her chest, “That was nice.” She admitted a second later, grinning as he turned to face her. He leaned forward to kiss her sweetly, his lips dragging against hers slowly.

“Hold on just a second,” Billy murmured as he stood up. He adjusted himself quickly, covering her backside up with another towel before he slid out of the room. Kim shifted on her elbows, waiting awkwardly as she felt the wet mixture dipping between her legs, “Sorry.” He whispered once he returned, pressing her legs apart as he began to clean her.

“You’re sweet,” She told him truthfully as she glanced back to look at him, “Did you do this to other girls?” She teased him as she craned her head to face him. Billy snorted underneath his breath.

“I didn’t usually cum inside,” He said softly as his eyes turned to meet her, “So no.” He rubbed his skin across her sore skin, looking pleased at the way she wiggled underneath his touch. Her bottom felt too sensitive, but not nearly as bad as when he’d used the brush on her.

“I love you.” She told him softly once he got her stood and her panties back over her hips. She leaned against his touch, admiring the way his curls clung to his forehead. She pushed his hair from his sweaty forehead, grinning sweetly.

“I love you too,” He grinned back as he leaned up to kiss her, “Wanna go for a ride?” He asked her seriously as he wrapped his arms around her waist and rocked her back and forth. She furrowed her eyebrows together at his suggestion.

“What?” Kim looked at him surprised, “This late?” She giggled softly, sure that he was joking. He shrugged his shoulders as he continued to hold her, grinning lazily as he flicked his eyes over her features.

“It’s not like we were going to sleep anyways.” He told her truthfully. She thought about it for a moment, remembering that she had agreed to take a ride with him at some point. She rubbed her fingertips against his back as she debated her options.

“What about curfew?” Kim whispered gently, “Your bike is loud.” She told him truthfully. She didn’t want to wake up Sam or Rosemary. She didn’t want to get in trouble, not when they both seemed to be worried about Billy’s behavior.

Kim reminded herself that this wasn’t abnormal. Billy used to sneak out all the time, long before they ever moved here. She chewed on her bottom lip, knowing that it would give her more alone time with him.

“We won’t start it outside,” He promised her, “Please. I know you’d have fun.” He nudged her softly, looking at her excitedly. She drank in the joy in his blue eyes, knowing that there was no way she could deny him what she wanted.

“Okay,” She said at last, “You can take me for a ride.” She mumbled softly, hoping that he would take this easy. He grinned as he tossed her one of her cardigans, apparently having no issue with going as they were. He slid on one of his wife beaters before he gripped her hand and pulled her out into the dark hallway.

She felt her heart pumping in anticipation, reminding her of how they had snuck around late at night in Hawkins. She suddenly felt like giggling as she followed him out of the hallway, glancing around to ensure that the doors were still shut.

Billy crept through the living room, before he slowly pulled the front door open. They both winced at the sound of the door creaking before they made their way outside. Kim supposed that they looked a mess at the moment. Both of them were barefoot as they crept towards the motorcycle. His pajama pants dragged against the cement meanwhile she was clearly dressed in her nightgown and a raggedy cardigan.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” She whispered as she pulled the cardigan around her chest. The air was brisk, colder as they walked a few houses down. Billy glanced back at her, grinning wickedly before he finally mounted the motorcycle. He handed her a helmet as he waited expectantly.

“Yes,” He grinned as he strapped his own helmet on. She fumbled with hers for a moment before she placed it on correctly. She held onto his shoulder, gripping a hold of him as she straddled the back of the seat. She wiggled closer, trying to keep warm as the breeze danced over their skin again, “Hold on tight.” He teased as he suddenly took off forward.

A gasp froze inside of Kim’s throat at the sudden motions of being rushed forward. She wrapped her arms tightly around Billy’s chest, not even caring that her nightgown was exposing far too much of her legs.

She squealed lowly as she clung to him, her stomach rising to her chest as he slowly went faster and faster. She was sure he was laughing, but she almost missed it at the sound of the wind rushing in her ears. The air was cold as it rushed over them.

He took them far out of the neighborhood, past the beach until they were entering the edge of the busy city. Kim couldn’t even protest, too afraid that if any part of her moved that she would go flying off of the motorcycle. She thought it was worse than any ride she’d ever been on.

Lights flashed by them until they slowly stalled as Billy approached a red stop light. Kim continued to cling to him, glad that the streets weren’t too busy as he rested the bike next to a car. She jumped at the sound of the motor roaring, realizing he was doing it on purpose.

She jolted against him, clinging onto him tightly as he suddenly raced forward before the light had changed. She yelled out, but not in an excited way this time. She was stunned, surprised that he would do such a thing as he raced and passed through the cars that were out and about this late at night.

Her eyes felt wide, but she still felt a giggle burst free at the sudden motions of him dipping down a hill at such a speed. Her stomach rose the same way it did on a carnival ride, tickling her insides as they quickly made their way up the hill again.

“Slow down,” Kim felt the laughter dying on her tongue as she clung to Billy. Her heart was pounding in fear suddenly as she realized just how fast he was going. He didn’t hear her, or rather ignoring her as he went through another stop light. She felt her whole body tense as he narrowly avoided a car, the sound of honking and tires screeching left in their wake, “Slow down!” She screamed this time, hoping that it was loud enough to catch his attention.

Billy only laughed, narrowly avoiding the car as he dipped the motorcycle to the left then straightened them out again. She clasped her legs against him, crying out as fear filled her body. She was sure that they were going to get hit or at least go flying off of the motorcycle.

“Stop it!” She shouted again, feeling her hands beginning to shake as he passed through another stop light, “Billy! Stop!” She yelled louder in his ear this time, watching as he jerked his head away from her.

Her heart slowly began to beat slower as he slowly pulled over to the side of the street. She fumbled with her helmet, suddenly feeling trapped as she yanked it off and pulled herself off of the motorcycle.

Her whole body was shaking as she paced up and down the side of the street, sure that she looked mad by what she was wearing. Her toes burned against the cold cement, but she paid it no attention. She had already made up her mind that she would be walking back to the house.

“What were you thinking?” She asked as soon as he pulled his helmet off in confusion, like he really didn’t understand what had just happened. Her voice was shrill, far too loud for what it normally was.

“It was just a ride.” He said slowly, watching her in confusion as she suddenly fell to a stop in front of him. She looked at him in horror, realizing that he was fine with what he had just done.

“That was dangerous!” She shouted at him, “You could’ve killed us!” She dropped the helmet to the ground, not caring if it clanked and broke apart. She pushed her hands through her short hair, realizing that something had to be wrong for him to be acting like this.

“I would never-,” Billy protested quickly as he moved off of the motorcycle. He shook his head, his eyes flashing in worry as he approached her, “It was just a ride. It was fun.” She shook her head as he reached out towards her. She held her hands up to stop him.

“That was not fun,” She told him, her voice shaking as she felt the tears beginning to well up in her chest. She breathed in deeply, trying to keep herself calm before she broke down into tears, “It was scary.” She said at last, unsure of how else she could word it.

“I’m sorry,” Billy said seriously as his eyes scanned her features, like he truly had no clue as to what could’ve happened, “I just thought you might enjoy it. I liked the rush.” He replied softly, looking like he no longer knew if his feelings were right or not.

“This is too dangerous,” She told him quickly as she thought of everything Sam had said at once, “Why would you enjoy it?” She asked him in confusion, not understanding what had suddenly happened. She had only known him to drive recklessly when he was angry and he didn’t seem angry at the time.

“What if I lose this feeling?” Billy questioned her seriously, “What if I go back to feeling nothing?” He spit out another question that she wasn’t expecting. She stared at him for a long time, struggling to find an answer to his worries. She felt her heart sinking in her chest, realizing that Sam was probably correct.

“You never felt nothing,” She tried to reassure her, “You’re just overthinking it.” She tried as she took a step forward to grip his hand softly. He held onto her fingers loosely, like something in him had deflated. Kim suddenly realized the seriousness of this situation, why he had been so adamant on trying things to keep him happy.

“You don’t understand how I feel.” He replied grimly, looking like it was some burden he had to carry. She opened her mouth, then shut it again. She didn’t think it was time to mention that she wanted to understand him, he just wouldn’t open up. She stopped, thinking that perhaps this was why. She wouldn’t go away just because he was acting unusual. He was still Billy; he was still hers.

"Then help me understand," She replied abruptly, "But this is not the way to make yourself feel again. This is dangerous. It gets you killed. What's going on? Something isn't right. You're not being honest with me." She told him truthfully, fully prepared that this would upset him.

As expected, his eyes flashed in anger as he looked towards her. All the giddiness that he'd been clinging to was gone as he held an accusing look in his eyes. She gulped hard as she took a step forward, before she stopped as she stepped onto a small pebble.

"What would I be lying about?" He snapped at her, his voice loud with anger as he gestured roughly towards her, "You're the one that can't accept that I'm happy. You just want me to be miserable. You can't accept that I'm the one that's happy now. I deserve to be happy." He shouted back, his eyes glazed over with a look Kim didn't recognize. She winced at his loud tone as she swallowed a lump that was beginning to form in the back of her throat.

"What are you talking about?" She asked him seriously, "Of course I want you to be happy, but you shouldn't do it by driving recklessly. I would never want you to be miserable." She told him truthfully, her heart hurting from his accusation. She would never want him to be any less than happy, but this wasn't his usual happiness. She had a feeling he was hiding something.

"You want me to be happy but it's always about you," He fired back just as quickly, his eyes darting around wildly as he looked over her features, "You don't ever agree with any of my ideas." He pushed his hand through his hair, looking furious as he paced back and forth. She watched him in stunned silence, trying to think of any words to form in response.

She had a feeling he was speaking of their marriage conversation from before. Perhaps even when he'd brought up children. She had a lot of things that she felt like she could say, but none of them felt right. This clearly wasn't him. She breathed in deeply, letting her heart slowly beat down to its usual slow rhythm before she spoke again.

“You’re acting differently,” Kim admitted softly, “Please don’t take offense to that.” She told him quickly as she brought his fingertips up to her lips. She kissed them gently, trying to gain some reaction from him. It was like the light had left his eyes, like he’d suddenly grown aware to his behavior.

“I’m happy.” He said gloomily, almost as if he had a storm cloud resting over his head. Kim thought that it looked similar to his eyes right now. She started to kiss his knuckles, unsure of how she could make it better.

“You’ve been happy before,” She reassured him, knowing that it was true, “You’ll be happy again. But you’re scaring me.” She whispered softly. She didn’t like how reckless he was suddenly, how he had driven and acted like nothing bad could’ve happened to him. She feared that it would happen again and she wouldn’t be around.

“I’m not going to apologize for being myself for once,” He told her loudly, “You don’t know what it’s like.” he continued to speak loudly, drawing the attention of a group of people who were leaving a bar. He pulled his hand away, looking frustrated as he moved back towards his bike.

“Okay, okay,” Kim held her hands together, feeling nervous at the growing pairs of eyes that were turning towards them, “You’re right. I don’t. I shouldn’t have acted like I did. I’m sorry.” She apologized quickly, feeling like this was the safest route to go right now. She didn’t know how he’d get if they started to fight. She figured they could deal with it later, when his head was clear.

“Do you want to go?” He asked her softly, “I’ll drive more carefully.” He said solemnly, like he wasn’t sure what to do anymore. She hesitantly bent over to retrieve her helmet, pausing as she scooted a few inches closer to him.

“Please.” She told him gently, having nothing else to add to the conversation as she slid behind him. She put her helmet on a little tighter, a little quicker as she continued to grip tightly to him. She shut her eyes, clenching them tightly as he took off this time.

He kept his promise; driving slower and calmer as he brought them back towards the house. Kim rested her chin against his shoulder, noticing that there was a clear difference in his behavior. She wondered if she had made him realize that he was not himself, or if she had just made things that much worse.

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Can we get like a small Drabble of reader and draken first time together in together?

Hello nonny! Thank you for you're request! I can't promise I'll always do requests but I did do this one!

It's a little bit more than 1K so sorry for that

Warnings: 18+MDNI, Vaginal sex, Fem!Reader, one use of babe (if I missed any please let me know!

Thank you to my love @lady-lunaaa for doing a read through for me! I love you!

Nerves jittered throughout Draken as he flitted throughout his loft. He had taken half of the day off to clean his train-wreck of a loft before your stay-in date tonight. Never before was he the kind of guy where everything had to be perfect, but when it came to you, it needed to be perfect.

He does a quick check of the room. Bed made, clutter pushed away to unseen places, and the take out he ordered sitting on his old table. This was the first time you'd be seeing his space. It had been a few months since that first date under the stars, and every moment he had spent with you had been perfect. But it always hurt at the end of the dates when you would have to go home, and he would return to the quiet of his shop. He was hoping you'd spend the night tonight but wasn't going to push it if you said no. But he couldn't ignore the giddy feeling of possibly getting to be cuddled up next to you for the evening. God, he felt like a teenager again. You brought that joy back into his life that had been missing for so long.

A soft knock at the shop's back entrance startles him out of his daydream. He releases a deep breath before hurrying down the stairs to open the door for you.

Draken's breath catches at the sight of you; it's always been insane to him how you could put on anything and look stunning. Especially today, you're dressed in a light-red t-shirt and tight black jeans, casual but still beautiful to him. He welcomes you in with a big hug and takes a moment to breathe in your scent, one that he wants to linger on his pillows after you leave.

The date went off perfectly; the two of you talked about your week while filling yourself with the greasy takeout. Draken complains about a demanding customer he eventually had to escort out of the shop. After that, Draken gave you the "grand tour" of his loft. You showed genuine interest in his small space, and he couldn't help the swell of happiness built in his chest at your reaction. He wished this night would never end. That he could have you stay here forever.

And so, with those thoughts filling his mind, he asks you to stay the night, the nerves and excitement causing his stomach to flip as he waits for your answer. You respond by letting him know all of your night items are at home, and he feels his heart plummet at the impending denial. But you surprise him and let him know that you'd be happy to stay if you can borrow his toothbrush and one of his shirts.

Draken almost falls over himself as a surge of happiness goes through him. He rushes to his closet, pulls out an oversized black T-shirt, and tosses it to you. He waits impatiently, practically beside himself, as he hears your gentle rustles in the bathroom. His heart is pounding, but he can’t calm that giddy excitement rushing through him.

When you step out of the bathroom, he has to stop his jaw from dropping like the first time he saw you. The shirt hits right in the middle of your upper thigh, and he feels his mouth start to water at the sight of you. In his clothing and about to climb into bed with him.

"You ready for bed, Ken?" As you saunter your way to the beat-up mattress in the loft's corner, your voice is soft and sultry. You can't help but notice the bulge in his dark pants, straining to get free.

Draken swallows and nods, pulling off his shirt to reveal his toned physique. He wants to be near you, can't stand the thought of even taking the time to get ready for bed in the bathroom, every moment he’s not touching you is agony.

Wordlessly the two of you just know what will happen next as you hesitantly reach out to palm his erection. He doesn't stop you, he has to admit he's thought about you touching him from that very first night and imagined how amazing it would feel, how soft your hands would be.

Your hand trails up his stomach, following the dips of his abdominals and up to his chest. "You've had a rough day Ken. Let me help you out," your voice purrs as you wrap your arms around his neck, placing a soft kiss on his lips.

You trail light kisses along his defined jaw, and the movement causes trembles to run through him. He can't stand your teasing for longer as he captures your lips in a fierce kiss. The two of you only break apart so he can push down his pants and boxers. You gasp at his arousal, hard and heavy, pressing against your stomach. He's bigger than you imagined; you knew he would be large due to his size and height, but you can't hide the delighted shock from seeing him for the first time. Reaching down you grasp his manhood firmly before pumping it a few times. You aren't sure how, but the two of you find his mattress quickly, and it squeaks loudly under your weight.

A little giggle escapes you at the sound, and Draken's face becomes immediately a shade redder. "I'm sorry, it's ancient," he says quietly, lust still heavy in his dark eyes.

"I think it's cute; it has character," you whisper softly with a small smile as you gaze into his eyes.

That's all the encouragement Draken needs as his obsidian eyes devour you. You shudder at the pure sight of him, muscles and toned chest on display.

Quickly disrobing yourself, you pull the oversized shirt off. Draken watches your breasts fall at your movements in pure amazement, they were more beautiful than his imagination could have ever created. It was then he realized you weren't wearing underwear; you had come out of that damn bathroom completely bare under that shirt. The thought makes his mind hazy, and his blood thrum beneath his skin. He can't help but lick his lips at the sight of your naked body before him.

"Come here, babe," He huskily growls at you, and you obey, slowly approaching him.

Draken's large hands wrap around your waist as he roughly pulls you down into his lap. The slap of your ass meeting his thighs fills the room.

You're already soaking wet by the time he enters you, slowly, letting you adjust to his cock as you lower yourself down onto it. You can’t help but cry out at the stretch in ecstasy; he fills you so deeply and fully.

Slowly, you take all of him, and it almost feels like too much when he starts to grind himself up into you. But you can’t deny how good it feels when the tip of his cock kisses your cervix and how it hits that spongy spot deep inside of you just right. Every moment sends you further and further to blissful oblivion.

Draken's hold on your waist is solid and firm as he guides you up and down his length as relishing in every little sound you give to him.

"Fuck, you're beautiful. Taking me so well, love," His deep voice coos at you as he watches the way your breasts bounce with each thrust.

Squeaks from the mattress below become louder as the two of you become more frantic to chase your orgasms, that tight coil begging to burst inside you. Draken's movements become quick and lose their rhythm as he feels your cunt tightening around him. And then that coil bursts, and you see white as you come down from your orgasm. Draken cums shortly after from the feeling of you milking his dick.

Heavy pants fill the air as the two of you come down, and he gently moves out of you with a hiss. The two of you lay down next to each other as the mattress gives out a final squeak. And even though the sex was mindblowing for Draken, laying here in this quiet moment with you is where he wanted to stay forever.

#rach responds #draken x reader #ken ryuguji x reader #draken drabble #tokyo revengers drabble #draken smut #my writing

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brodudemanbroski · 10 months

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HELL YEAH DIFFERENT LOOKS WITH THE FOREIGN KIDS THAT’S WHY I DRAW PIP WITH HIS BURN SCARS & A TOOTH GAP IT MAKES THEM FEEL MORE REAL

YEAHHHH!!! I DRAW PIP WITH A TOOTH GAP TOO. now, since you mentioned differences once. I shall ramble.

Pip: For differences in teeth, I draw his canine teeth and he has a gap in between his two front teeth. He has never gone to a dentist, not even with the adoptive family I gave him. Small fun fact for you. Idk it’s fun. His differences in appearance: He has small bits of acne under his bangs, he has freckles along his face and body, and I’ve started to consider burns but I keep forgetting, sadly. I forget freckles a lot too, but SHHHH.

Damien: I have many MANY different kinds of teeth styles for him. Some with all sharp teeth, some with proper fangs, but they all involve braces. Because he would just loveeee braces (he hates them), he tries to break the brackets thinking it’ll make them go away faster, but that will only make them stay longer. His dentist hates him so much as he is rude and has tried to bite them. Appearance: His fingertips have faded ashy look, not burnt, they are just.. ash, because of his fire powers. He used to clean them but got too lazy. He doesn’t have any differences other than proper animal features, I like to think he has a goat tail when he gets older and has horns that he hides in his hair but that’s mainly it. Bags under his eyes, though born with it.

Gregory: He has had braces, which if is brought up he will have a full blown fit. He is a mint heavy guy, he has actually forced Christophe to have some of these mints, I will sometimes drawn his canine but that is rarely. Appearance: I don’t draw him with freckles (i forget), but I have mentioned that he has had freckles in roleplays! Only on his face. Gregory has small scars on his hands from past fights and injuries, he is prideful of them because he knows they tell a story without words.

Christophe: I.. love… his differences. I always love to draw his teeth. They are chipped, missing, and stained. I draw his canine as well, I believe they are sharper than average ones. His teeth are chipped from getting injured so often and getting rocks in the face while digging through holes. He has been forcibly made to brush his teeth countless times by his mother and Gregory. He hates the dentist so much that they have to hold him down and hold his mouth open or else he bites and tries to attack. Appearance: I haven’t drawn him with scars yet but he would have many from when he came back from being attacked and killed by the guard dogs. He would also have scars from other injuries, as I HC that everyday is a new injury, big or small. Christophe has a mole by his eye, haha im hilarious.. i added that feature and then remembered he is “The Mole” so. He also has acne from being so unclean, I like to believe that he forgets hygiene exists so he is often greasy and dirty, which causes the acne to show up. Bags under his eyes AND CHAPPED LIPS. HE GOES THROUGH IT.

Pocket: I haven’t discussed him much for appearance yet as at the time of making the teeth guide, I wasn’t much of a Pocket and Estella fan.. now look at me. I love them. He has his buck teeth ofc ofc, how would we ever forget that. I feel like his teeth are straight and pretty alright, and he uses his toothbrush way too hard. He probably brushes his teeth after every big meal and FLOSSES. Like a mad man. I like to think he has one chipped tooth from one random moment and that’s it. Appearance: Freckles dude, we love them. Freckles. He probably has small spots of acne as well, nothing that extreme.

Estella: She would have the straightest whitest teeth, perfect in every way and she would make sure of it. She brushes constantly and makes sure everything is spotless. I draw her canine teeth as well. Estella uses that expensive charcoal tooth paste or whatever that claims is better, but is probably the worst. Appearance: Again, she has no acne, no freckles, no scars. She doesn’t even have a bruise. Estella has a skincare routine, she has no freckles or scars. But has a birthmark on her ankle, but never shows it. She dislikes it as she feels it’s a wound on her perfect skin.

Rebecca: She has a gap between her teeth, which later on she gets braces so her teeth are perfect. She brushes a lot and flosses. I don’t draw her canine teeth all the time. Rebecca would grind her teeth at minute due to stress and worry, which ruins her teeth a great amount. Definitely a dentist’s favourite. Appearance: She has freckles, YES I FORGET I GET IT, on her face and body. She has acne around the sides of her face and on her nose, which she tries her best to hide and get rid of but nothing works. I like to think she also has sensitive skin, having to use special soap. She would have bags under her eyes,

Mark: He had/has braces and wears a retainer later on, not the invisible one. He got braces because of how many gaps he had between his teeth, his parents wanted his teeth to be perfect instead of gappy. He also takes good care of his teeth, similar to his sister. I don’t draw his canine teeth, so sad. Another dentist’s favourite. Appearance: I haven’t thought much on this, he probably has acne on his nose and chin, which he tries to clean and get rid of. He would have chapped lips as he dislikes the feeling of chapstick on his lips and feel bad about it. Mark would have bags under his eyes, like his sister. He has small scaring around his nails from picking at them out of nervousness and habit. He would also have sensitive skin and allergies that makes him have to have special soap.

(somewhat outdated tooth guide for foreign kids. “Fang” means canine teeth in photos, there are a LOT more on that page but I stuck with our lovely little foreign kids.)

There wasn’t any Rebecca and Mark on the original sheet because I hadn’t remembered they existed yet sooo.

#rambles #south park #sp #asks #headcanons #sp pip #sp damien #sp gregory #sp christophe #sp pocket #sp estella #sp rebecca #sp mark #i cry #i have been holding this in #i have been wishing people noticed #i also have differents in noses #though they are harder to explain because of my artstyle #explodes

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eclecticwitchm · 2 years

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Eddie A-Z

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Eddie is all over you. Running up to you from behind, picking you up and hugging you tight. He's always holding your hand, kissing your knuckles or hip to hip with you, arm around your waist. He's not afraid to b a real sap, damn the 'freak' and 'bad boy' reputation, he's a huge softie when it comes to you.

It's not just physical affection he shows, he's really thoughtful, giving you little gifts, writing little songs and notes for you.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He's even more hyper, funnier and just more 'Eddie' in general. He brings snacks over to yours when you're due on your period, keeps a spare toothbrush for when you crash at his and know's everything about you.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Eddie Munson is a total cuddle monster. He's always got his arm around you, shoulders or waist. He loves cuddling you from behind, pressing kisses to your shoulder and neck.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

If cooking's needed, its really your job. Eddie try's but its not his strong suit. He's better at cleaning now that you're together. He keeps his trailer somewhat tidy now, and always makes sure his laundry is done, as its your biggest pet peeve.

He would love to settle down with you, he'd do anything for you. He calls you Mrs Munson more and more nowadays to his friends and the kids at Hellfire.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

He's be breaking inside, but try not to show it. Try to be as chill as possible, as if its no big deal. Because thats what Eddie does, saves face when things get hard.

If you broke up with him, he's fight like hell to get you back.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quickly would they want to get married?)

Eddie would want a shotgun wedding as soon as he could, but he knows how you feel about your family, so he would wait and do things right just for you. Eddie's a one woman kinda guy, you're his one and only.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

He's always asking how you're doing, how you're feeling. He just wants to make you happy.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Eddie Munson is all over you like a damn rash. He just loves to hold you close.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

Call it self preservation but it takes him a while. That doesn't mean he doesn't feel it from the get go but its hard for him to let the walls he's had to build down.

The first time he tells you he loves you, you've just woken up, hair a mess and eye make up smudged from the night before. He thinks you're the most beautiful thing he's ever seen and cant wait to wake up to you every morning for the rest of his life.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Eddie's a pretty chill guy but fuck it bothers him when some jock is whispering something into your ear. Henderson nudging his shoulder to ask if you're okay but the rage is building. The jock gets the message when he's shoved to the ground from behind, when he looks up from the floor, Munson's snogging the queen of Hawkins High

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Eddie kissed you EVERYWHERE. He's a big pleaser and wont stop. Sometimes it's small kisses on your knuckles, a heated kiss or love bite to your neck or long make out sessions.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Eddie is wary, but your little sister is all over him and he lets her plan tea parties, dress up games and whatever the hell she likes.

Oh, and Eddie Munson is just about the best damn dad to your kids.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Lazy breakfasts in bed, showers together (not much getting clean being done though)

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Jammin' out, smoking and hot sex when you're at his.

Sometimes he listens when you tell him you need to study, he'll happily just watch you, not very quietly though.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

He's a closed book with most of his feelings, its hard to open up when most people think hes a waste of space. But slowly, he gives you more and more of who he is.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He's learning to... calm the rage. He still wants to smash faces in most days but for you he's trying. It's always easier when your hand is in his, helping to keep the peace.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing or do they kind of forget everything?)

He remembers the pair of earring you were looking at last month. He remembers all your favourite things and makes sure to keep up with everything you tell him.

R = Remember (What is their favourite moment in your relationship?)

The second campaign you joined with D&D. Well the second you watched, sat on Eddies lap as continued as DM. You were so invested for him, and content for him to do his thing. They even got you a Hellfire Club top and Eddie got some sparkly black pompoms. You're his good luck charm.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

You're peers don't understand how you're with such a 'Freak' and you constantly get shit for it. Eddie's the kind of guy to go guns blazing into a fist fight for you, but this time its different. As much as you'll tell him you don't miss your old friends, you cant help but feel hurt that you aren't invited to anything anymore. So Eddie marched over to the Jocks bench one day in the cafeteria and gave them what for. It didn't change much but you actually got asked to go shopping for prom with your old group. It was nice, even though its never the same.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Eddie smashes gifts. He's super thoughtful although a bit forgetful at times. Sometimes it takes a village, that village being Wheeler, Harrington, Buckley and Henderson or whoeve'rs around to help him pull more wonderous shit out of his ass. He just melts every time you get excited seeing a new gift, or the van set up for some overnight camp out stuff.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He's crap at cooking, nearly exploded your kitchen trying to make pancakes. He's not the best at cleaning but you make a game of it when you can, and reward him with lots of naughtiness.

His worst habit is bad talking himself, thinking he's not good enough for you. You hate it, and you're constantly telling him off for it. Withheld sex for two weeks last time he did it. He seems to have learned his lesson.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Since being with you, he makes more of an effort to tame 'The Beast'. His hair is big and needs a lot of taming. He makes sure he's clean, aftershave on after he smokes as you're parents would seethe smelling it.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

On days you aren't with him, he pines for you. He lonely, and doesn't know how he got through days without you. He makes sure to show you just how much he's missed you when you come back.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

How hard Eddie tries for you. He's really knuckling down to graduate, and he's got a part time job in a store. He wants to prove to you, and the world that he's good enough for you. You know it already but you let him do his thing, it keeps him happy.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He understands that sometimes you have to have a different persona, but it bothers him because its not the real you.

He's not into materialistic chicks, you have a lot of stuff and can sometimes act a bit of an airhead, sometimes you focus on the things rather than the moments. But he knows deep down youre happy with him.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

Star fishing. You learnt early on that Eddie Munson is a big personality in life and in sleep. He takes up all the space and is such a duvet hogger.

#eddie munson #eddie x chrissy #eddie x reader #stranger things #eddisy #chreddie #chrissy x eddie #eddie my beloved

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Prompt : Scully walks in the bathroom to Mulder bathing little William and they both are singing Part of Your World from the Little Mermaid

Pure family fluff!

Fictober Day 15 | Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober2022 | Wc: 1,180

You're A Part Of My World

When Scully opens the door to her apartment, she finds the living room deserted, but has no time to wonder where Mulder and William are. She hears their voices loud and clear coming from the bathroom, their noises putting a smile on her face. She removes her jacket and toes off her shoes. Her sore feet make her wince as she walks towards the bathroom, the door ajar. As soon as she peeks inside, all her pains and worries evaporate.

Mulder is on his knees in front of the tub while William is inside it, surrounded by a wall of toys, beaming at his dad. Who, Scully realizes, is singing to their son.

“Look at this trove, treasures untold. How many wonders can one cavern hold?” His deep voice is gentle and even though she can’t see his face, she knows he’s smiling at William.

“Looking around here you think,” he half says, half sings.

“I’ve got everything!” William joins in, showing his baby teeth, excitedly splashing water everywhere.

“I’ve got gadgets and gizmos a-plenty. You want thingamabobs?”

“I’ve got twenty!” William says and laughs, making Scully chuckle, too, from her spot in the doorway. Her two guys are so caught up in their own little world that they haven’t noticed her yet.

Mulder has rolled up his sleeves to no avail; his sweater is soaked to his shoulders. He doesn’t seem to care. He reaches into the tub and takes William’s hands in his.

“Flippin’ your fins you don’t get too far,” he sings and makes his son’s small hands slap against the water, the boy roaring with laughter.

“Legs are required for jumping, dancing,” Mulder goes on, grabbing William’s legs next. The boy is still laughing as he’s being tickled. His feet kick the air, like he’s always done ever since he was a baby. Impatient through and through, like his dad. Even before he could walk, he was ready to run, wanting to go places, wanting to see and explore. Her baby son, who’s growing up so fast right in front of her eyes.

“Up where they walk,” Mulder sings, motioning for William to join him, and the boy sits up straight.

“Up where they run,” he sings along.

“Up where they stay all day in the sun,” they sing together, their matching heads of hair close, and Scully only sees them in a blur as her eyes fill with tears of joy.

“Wanderin’ free, wish I could be – your big part now, Will,” Mulder finishes and William, in all his naked glory, stands up in the tub and puts a hand over his heart before he sings out, “part of that world.” He draws the last word out and Mulder high-fives him when he’s done.

The boy sits back down, more water splashing over the side of the tub. That’s when he sees her, a huge smile breaking on his face.

“Mommy!” He screams and Mulder catches him just in time as he attempts to jump out of the tub.

“Hey there, little fish,” he says. “You’re not done yet.”

“I’m here, baby,” Scully says, walking over to them, making sure not to step into any puddles. Mulder has put out several towels, knowing how bath time can get.

“Hey there yourself,” Mulder says with a grin, knowing fully well she was talking to their son. He looks up at her, a huge grin on his face. Scully leans down to press a kiss to his lips, drawing the moment out, until she feels William get impatient. She kisses his bubble-gum-scented head, making him giggle.

“Did you hear us sing, mommy?”

“I did.”

“Can we watch The Little Mermaid after, please? Please? Daddy said to ask you.” He half leans out of the tub, dripping all over the floor, pleading with her. She glances at Mulder, who shrugs. The decision is already made.

“After you brush your teeth,” she says.

“Yes! I like brushing my teeth,” he informs them, rearranging the boats around him. “My toothbrush has fish on it.”

“I know, baby,” Scully says, touching his warm, soft shoulder. Going back to work was her decision and she’s never regretted it, but she can’t deny that she misses being around William all day. Her little boy who at five years old is not so little anymore.

“Dad, we need to finish the song!”

“Do we?” Mulder feigns ignorance.

“We do. Mommy can sing with us now.”

“I don’t know the lyrics as well as you do,” she says.

“Liar,” Mulder whispers into her ear. He’s right, too. William has been obsessed with The Little Mermaid for years now. Scully doesn’t even remember when it started. One day they were all sick with the flu, watching every available Disney movie, and this one just stuck. It shouldn’t have come as a surprise. When William was a baby, Mulder would sit with him in the middle of the night when he couldn’t sleep, the two of them watching the fish in their tank, Mulder telling his infant stories about all the adventures the fish had while their humans were asleep.

“We need to finish the song,” William insists.

“The kid is right, Scully. Let’s put on a show for your mom, Will.” The boy grins and gets ready.

“I’m ready to know what the people know,” Mulder starts singing, smiling softly at Scully, who falls in love with him all over again. Here he is, Fox Mulder, FBI agent and full-time dad, singing Disney songs with gusto. “Ask ‘em my questions and get some answers. What’s a fire,” he sings and points to Scully’s hair, making William laugh, “and why does it- what’s the word, Will?”

“Burn!” He says.

“When’s it my turn?” Again, Mulder is looking at Scully as he sings, taking one of her hands into his as if he were serenading her. “Wouldn’t I love, love to explore that shore up above?”

“My turn now!” William says and looks at Mulder who gives him a secret sign only the two of them seem able to decipher.

“Get ready, Scully,” he says quietly.

“Out of the sea,” William sings, his voice loud. He looks at his dad once more, who nods with enthusiasm. “Wish I could be-” and Scully is splashed with water as William throws himself forward to finish the song in style. “Part of that world!”

Their clothes soaked, Mulder and Scully share a look before they turn to their proudly smiling son.

“How was I?” he asks them, full of giddy excitement-

“Extraordinary,” Mulder says. “

“Out of this world,” Scully adds.

“And now out of this tub.” Mulder picks up a squirming, wet William, and Scully hands him a towel. “Go get changed while I get this little fish ready.” He tickles William and the boy squeals in delight. Scully quickly kisses Mulder as a thank you and wanders into the bedroom. Changing out of her work clothes, she can still hear father and son in the bathroom, and she can’t help but think how lucky she is.

#fictober2022 #got this yesterday and knew i'd write this today #i know someone asked for family/baby fic #and now look!#msr #xf fanfic #my writing #my fic

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cicidarkarts · 4 months

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Blood Defied - 12: Reprieve

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The next morning snuck up on her. Its light streamed through a crack in her curtains, falling across her eyes. She heard the hushed rustling of Fran's closet, waking her further. Her body ached a bit. As Credence stirred and stretched, so then did Ominis.

"Sorry, Credence," said Fran. "I hope I didn't wake you." "Um, no, the sun woke me up."

The drapes around her bed hid their still nude bodies, giving them privacy to shake off their sleep and collect their clothes. When Ominis grabbed his pants, his wand holster fell upside down and sent the wand rolling across the floor.

"Throwing your wand at me?" Fran teased. "Hey, wait a minute, this isn't your wand. You got someone else in there with you?"

Fran's shoes tapped upon the floor. Credence and Ominis shared a moment of panic as they pulled on their shirts and pants. Once Ominis buttoned his final button in tandem with Fran's final step, Credence snagged the drapes in her hands and pulled them open. Fran's playful "you've been caught" expression dropped when she saw Ominis.

"Ominis Gaunt is the guy you slept with last night?" She asked, mouth agape. Credence rolled her eyes. “Is that a problem?” Fran cleared her throat and handed Credence his wand. "No, of course not, I-I mean— Way to go, Credence. Ominis is pretty handsome." Then her face turned red. "Not like I'm interested in your— Your boyfriend? I guess? Just that he's handsome and I'm gonna shut up now." "Thanks," Ominis said. "I think."

Fran scuttled back to the mirror.

After ensuring they gathered up all their things, Credence and Ominis said goodbye to Fran and headed out to the common room. The moment they exited her dorm, a couple of girls were passing by. They giggled as they passed. Ominis fiddled with his wand, cheeks pink. She put her arm around his waist and followed the girls to the common room.

The longer they walked, the more Credence's groin ached. Trekking the stairs rubbed everything together in such a grating way; she tested different gaits to alleviate the pain. Her uneven steps attracted Ominis’ attention.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his hand caressing the small of her back. “Just a little sore,” she said. “It's no big deal.” “You can lean on me if you need to.” She cuddled closer to him. “Or just because.”

Being the weekend, the common room was fairly empty, so they used the kitchenette to scrounge up some food. The house elves kept their cabinets stocked with basics and they had a small stovetop to boil water. Ominis wanted tea with his breakfast.

“Brits and tea,” Credence said, “what's up with that.” “Americans and coffee,” Ominis said back, “what's up with that.” Credence almost put the coffee back.

They had to split off after breakfast. Ominis headed back to his dorm to get ready for the tournament. In just a couple of hours, Ominis and Sebastian would settle their argument. Ominis made it quite clear a duel was the only way Sebastian would truly hear him. Credence's heart raced thinking about it all—so lost in her thoughts, she nearly combed her hair with her toothbrush.

As she headed for the Floo Flame, her groin screamed at her for a break. Ominis had been gentle and safe with her, to the point where their sex hadn't been painful in the moment, but she still limped around the common room. A few of her fellow Ravenclaws would snicker or blush at her.

She limped a little faster to the Floo Flame and used it to meet Ominis in the clocktower. There was an immediate bustle as most of the losing participants stuck around to watch and socialize. Charlotte chatted with Sebastian near the refreshment table. Sebastian had Charlotte giggling as she touched his shoulder. Credence could've rolled her eyes if Charlotte’s face wasn’t aglow—at least she was enjoying herself.

Others passed in front of her and Garreth was already taking bets by the lineup on the roster. Credence took only a single step forward before Ominis appeared beside her in a small flash of green flame.

“Looks like everyone's still excited,” she said. “The semi-finals will be starting soon,” he said, putting his arm around her. “Don't worry,” she assured as they walked to their usual spot. “You're going to do great.”

Some people spotted them and talked behind their hands. Others blushed or avoided eye contact. Two girls they passed giggled rather loudly. But Ominis was too busy keeping her steady to mention it.

"Think you'll be able to stand for the matches?" he asked. "I'm sure I could get you a chair." "I'll be okay. It's not like my leg is broken or anything."

He held her hand and waist as she sat beside him on their bench. She went slow and soundlessly winced when her bottom connected with the hard stone. But it was cool and soothing after the initial shock.

“Do you need anything from the refreshment table?” he asked. “No, I'm okay.” “Just let me know, then.” “Oh, trust me, I will be milking this for all it's worth. Not everyday you have someone to wait on you.” He leaned against her. “You act like I wouldn't happily do so anytime.” “Of course. It's not like you're just excited to walk past yet another group of giggling girls. Right, Ominis?” He chuckled and his cheeks tinged pink. “An added benefit, not my primary goal.”

She rolled her eyes but her grin only grew.

“It's been so nice, though,” he said. “What has?” “People have been treating me differently. In a good way. Ever since primary school, people haven't wanted to talk to me or even pass by me in the corridors. Remember how terrified Samantha Dale was of me when we were paired up for that project in Potions? But after I brought you up in conversation with her—well, I got to see firsthand how obsessed with plants she is. A lot of other people have been doing the same this year. Neither Sebastian nor Anne could convince people to change their minds about me, but you have.” “Me? What did I do?” “I guess people see me with you and realize that I'm not some violent supremacist like so many purebloods are. They don't treat me like a Gaunt anymore. They treat me like I'm normal.” “Ohh, so that's why you like me? You get kudos cuz I'm muggle-born,” she teased.

But rather than laugh, Ominis’ face fell and his blush disappeared. His eyes widened in horror. He threw his arms around her and embraced her tight.

“No, of course not,” he said softly. “That's not it at all, Cree. I could never use you like that—” “I was just kidding,” she hurried before he felt worse. His tense body relaxed a little, though he was still quite stiff and holding onto her with a strong grip. “Oh. O-of course.” He forced an extremely uneasy laugh. “I suppose I should've— I mean, I wasn't trying to take it so seriously.” She caressed his back. “No, I went too far. I know that kind of thing is heavy for you. I shouldn't have tried to joke about it. I'm sorry.”

He kissed her forehead a couple of times, as if in way of his own apology and acceptance of hers.

“I'm glad people are finally seeing what I do,” she said. “You're wonderful, you know that?”

Before Ominis could respond, Sebastian plopped down on the bench beside her.

“You two are so sappy,” he said, “always holding each other and kissing. It’s like watching a play. Melodrama to the extreme.” He didn't try to get Ominis to speak with him. Instead, he tossed a wink at Credence. “And I heard some things about last night. Are you actually walking with a limp?” “It's highly exaggerated.” “Let's see, then.” “No, you pervert.” He sighed and shrugged. “You'll have to walk sometime, Ravenclaw. And when you do, I'll be sure to see for myself.” “Just because I've got a small limp doesn't mean I won't also kick your ass,” she said, kicking at the air. When she winced, Sebastian laughed. “Don't hurt yourself trying to prove a point, Amata. Speaking of, I think the semi-finals are about to start up. Did you need a chair?” She tossed her hands into the air. “I'm not an invalid!” He laughed harder. “Okay, okay! Sheesh, sorry I asked.”

“The semi-finals are underway!” announced Lucan.

Sebastian stood up. When he gave a great stretch, a few of his joints cracked and he breathed a sigh of contentment.

“That's my cue,” he said. “I'll be up first. Kick some arse in your duel, Ominis. Would be a shame to fight some tosser in the final.”

Sebastian had no issue mopping up his final opponent. Ominis chose to sit it out but Credence wanted to watch. She had no shortage of respect for Sebastian’s prowess. Despite that Eric Northcott had gotten as far as he did, and that at least several dedicated fans had gambled on him winning, Sebastian’s rushdown and efficient wand movements were too much for him to handle.

Sebastian’s movements were graceful, flowing into one another with practiced precision. But he could improvise as well. If his rhythm was ever interrupted, he recovered without breaking stride.

When Ominis faced his opponent, Constance Dagworth, in the semi-finals, the stony concentration on his face made her flinch. She put up a decent fight but Ominis had too strong of a defense for her to break. His Protego was unmatched, perfect nearly every time, powering up his Stupefy. He could trace someone's footsteps with striking accuracy and lead her with a boosted Stunner. It stopped her mid-step, causing her to stagger and trip. Disoriented, she couldn't stand up in time to defend against his wind charm.

That left Sebastian and Ominis to face one another. During the intermission, Ominis retrieved a plate of food and drink. Though Credence shoveled hers down like a starving woman, Ominis picked at his food. Most of his half was left behind. She offered him a bite from her sandwich but he refused.

Then when the countdown was announced for the final fight, Ominis was given leeway through the crowd as people bunched against Garreth Weasley to place their final bets.

“Bets over here!” Garreth called. “There's still time!” “Two galleons on Gaunt!” “What?” another questioned. “You really think the quiet girl's boyfriend can beat our dueling champion?” "Hey!" Credence snapped. "Why am I still the quiet girl?" "Because you only ever talk to about three people," said Ominis. "And two of y'all are too much work." "I think you just answered your own question, darling."

Lucan called for order, standing upon his shoddy little box tower. With his wand to his neck, he boomed over the crowd.

“Gaunt versus Sallow is about to begin! Combatants, take your places!”

Sebastian already climbed onto one side of the ring, eager, gripping his wand tight. Ominis headed for the other side. Just before he took his place on the battlefield, he embraced her.

“You can do this,” she said. “Kick his ass.” “I'll do my best.”

When he kissed her, she relaxed against him at first. But his lips parted hers and his tongue dipped into her mouth. Her fingers instinctively grasped his shirt. His fervent display was brief, though still earned them at least one wolf-whistle. He pulled away, caressed her cheek, then made his way up to the battlefield where Sebastian awaited.

Ominis and Sebastian faced each other. Sebastian's fanatics screamed from his side of the field. It was no surprise that most of the bets went Sebastian's way—though some decided to bet on Ominis—given how loud his side of the field was. Sebastian was the favorite no doubt, but Credence tried to match the energy and even it out.

“Combatants ready?” Lucan asked. Sebastian assumed his fencing-like stance. “Ready.” Girls in the crowd went nuts. Ominis kept his normal, loose stance. “Ready.” Another girl in the crowd squealed joyously for him alongside Credence. “Three, two, one— Duel!”

As expected, Sebastian started with a bang, using a spell to control his opponent’s movements.

“Levioso!”

But Ominis was ready the moment the duel started. His Protego absorbed Sebastian’s spell but he didn’t return with a stunning charm. Instead, he kept his shield up, goading Sebastian into a shield breaking counterspell. Just as the incantation was leaving Sebastian’s lips, Ominis flourished his wand.

“Obscurum!”

No spell seemed to come from his wand, but Sebastian stopped his attack. He grasped at his face. Nothing was there. Sebastian staggered back, rubbing his eyes, blinking furiously. The crowd paused, staring in silence.

Ominis said, “I thought we’d duel on an even playing field.”

Sebastian whipped his head back and forth as if trying to shake off intense vertigo. Credence squeezed her clammy hands together, going over the next steps of the plan in her head.

Ominis shouted, “Descendo!”

Sebastian didn’t recover from the shock in time to put up his shield. He slammed into the ground with a loud grunt and his wand slipped out of his grasp. His hands groped the ground for it. Though it had only rolled a few inches, Sebastian’s frantic hits were nowhere near it. He held his hand out randomly.

“Accio wand!”

His wand hit his hand from the side and his fingers flailed to grab the handle. Once it was in his palm, he gripped it tight.

Ominis called, “Galinn Galcius!”

His wand produced a strong gust of wind. Unlike yesterday, this wind set an intense wintery chill upon the battlefield. Credence hugged herself in the midst of the frozen air. Goosebumps raced down her arms and her breath formed a cloud that was whisked away by the ongoing charm.

Sebastian brought forth a desperate Protego. The shield struggled against the gale. Ice formed at its sides only to be battered by the wind and slip past. His feet slid across the ground despite his dug in heels. He called out Protego Maxima and his shield glowed a brighter blue.

The more powerful ward absorbed Ominis’ charm but Sebastian didn’t aim back at Ominis. Instead, his shield burst and fired the counterspell off in all directions in a frantic attempt to hit him. One ricochet flew at Ominis but Protego blocked it. Sebastian panted and sweat rolled down his face. His unfocused eyes stared at the ground.

“I’d like to think I make it look easy,” said Ominis. Sebastian whipped his wand in the direction of Ominis’ voice. “Confringo!”

Ominis sidestepped the blasting curse. Its fireball exploded on the wall of the clocktower. The crowd screamed, breaking their silence since the beginning of the match. The blastback whipped Ominis’ robes as he took aim.

“Confringo!” Ominis cast.

Sebastian was looking some ten feet to the side of Ominis. He put up his Protego just in time to absorb the fiery curse. He charged up his Stupefy and cast it too far off to the side. Ominis didn't need to move or put up his shield. Stupefy hit the wall beside the singe marks of Sebastian's previous Confringo.

“Damn,” Sebastian spat.

He paused, waiting, listening. No one dared to breathe. Sebastian turned his head from side to side, trying to pick up on any movement. Ominis aimed his wand. The moment he flourished, Sebastian whipped toward him. Ominis called,

“Diffindo!” “Protego!”

The ricochet bounded wildly.

Sebastian called out another, “Confringo!”

Ominis waited. The fiery blast raced toward him. As usual, it looked like he wasn't going to put up his ward in time—

“Protego Maxima!”

The bright blue shield absorbed Sebastian’s curse. The stronger ward amplified his counterspell. Stupefy flew faster and hit Sebastian with such force that it threw him to the ground.

He was only on his back for a second before shooting to his feet. His brow was furrowed hard against his eyes and his jaw clenched down on his teeth. But Sebastian now looked directly at Ominis. Despite his heaving breaths, he cast a clear,

“Accio!”

He yanked Ominis across the field, drawing him close. When Ominis broke through with the counterspell, he stood mere feet from Sebastian. He glared in Sebastian's direction as Sebastian stared him down. Sebastian had his wand directly at Ominis’ chest, his shoulders tense upon his neck. Ominis kept that same loose stance, his wand at his hip. Even the crowd held its breath.

Credence watched them, hands clenched together until her knuckles went white. There was still a slight chill in the air. She couldn't decipher if it was from after-effects Galinn Glacius or their standoff. But the only thing left was the inevitable end.

“You got pretty far in this tournament,” said Sebastian. “I needed to. Worked my arse off. Gave you a run for your money.” “You sure did. Don't go soft on me now.” “I wouldn't dream of it. After all the strategizing Cree and I did to get this far? I couldn't let her down like that.” “Her? What about me?” Sebastian teased with a smirk. Ominis smirked back. “Fuck you.”

“Depulso!”

Their casts exploded in unison, throwing both of them backwards. The force burst out into the crowd, flinging hair and robes, and someone's glasses hit Credence's automatic Protego.

Both Ominis and Sebastian had landed off their feet. Ominis hit his back, dangerously close to the edge of the battlefield. Sebastian hit his side, head nearly hanging over the end of the ring. Disoriented, they staggered to their knees. Sebastian didn't wait to stand.

“Arresto Momentum!”

Ominis didn't have his wand up in time. His body slowed as he lifted his arm. His sluggish movements made it all too easy for Sebastian to hit him with another spell.

“Expelliarmus!”

Ominis’ wand went flying and the countdown began.

Ten seconds to get his wand. His fingers were still reeling from the hit. Nine seconds. His knee finally hit the ground to push him up. Eight seconds and Arresto Momentum wore off.

“Flipendo!” Sebastian called.

Ominis had to sidestep the spell. It caught his sleeve but brushed past him. He reached out for his wand. Five seconds.

“Accio wand!”

It flew toward him. But Sebastian led it with a basic cast and flung it away. Three seconds. It clattered to the floor again and Ominis called his second Accio.

“I don't think so,” said Sebastian. “Galinn Maxima!”

With a huge gale, Ominis slid farther back, closing the gap at the edge of the ring. His heel went over first, throwing him off-balance. His fingers missed his wand by only an inch or so. He stumbled and tried to catch himself, but he fell backwards. He and his wand landed on the floor outside of the battlefield.

The stunned silence from the crowd continued for a few moments more. All Credence heard was her own footsteps hurrying over to Ominis. She snagged his wand on the way. Just as she knelt down to help him up, the crowd roared in excitement.

“The battle is over!” Lucan boomed. “Victory goes to Sallow!”

Ominis got to his feet, rubbing his arm where he’d fallen on it. Credence handed him his wand.

“You okay?” she asked, close to him so he could hear her over the roar of the crowd. “Yes,” he said, “just a little beat up.”

Despite his loss, Ominis smiled. His plan had come together. He hadn’t much intention of winning anyway.

After he dusted himself off, they headed out into the courtyard, then kept going, farther away from the accolades and excitement of the clocktower. The rickety south bridge creaked underfoot. Ominis had his arm around her, steadying her from her limp much as she steadied him from not using his wand.

“How are you feeling?” she asked. “A bit better now,” he said as they headed down the brushy path toward the beach. “I doubt it’ll be the last scuffle we get into, though. He’s always finding ways to provoke people.” After a pause, he said, “Speak of the devil.”

Soon after, she heard running steps catching up to them.

“Hey!” called Sebastian. “Thought I saw you guys go this way!”

They continued walking. Sebastian slowed to their pace when he was beside Credence. He panted a little but grinned at them.

“That was a hell of a battle, Ominis,” he said. “I seriously thought I was— Well, you had me on the ropes, for sure.” “Just admit it,” Credence said as their feet hit the sandy shores, “you thought you were gonna lose.” He playfully puffed up and gave her a stern look. “You watch your mouth, Ravenclaw.”

They sat on the beach as the waves rolled ashore.

"We’ll get you back for this, Sallow," she said, plopping down on the sand. "Mark my words—whatever that phrase means." "Ooh, threatening." "Just don't freak out if you see me standing over your bed at three AM tonight." "Now why would that freak me out? I'd think I'd be rather excited about it." "Hey!” She elbowed him. “Stop perving today. I don't approve." "Being more realistic you probably just showed up at the wrong bed and need me to point you to Ominis." "You really have a one-track mind," Ominis finally spoke up. "It's a weakness," Sebastian agreed. "And it's that same thing that got us all hurt in— Well, where we found ourselves. I'm really sorry, Ominis. Truly. I would've gladly taken your place. I never wanted it to turn out the way it did." "It's not just that," Ominis snapped. "You left us there to pick up the pieces. You didn't even check in on us after your harebrained schemes went awry. That's the part that hurts. That’s why I’m still angry with you."

Sebastian’s frown deepened. They sat in the quiet of the Black Lake.

"Look," said Ominis. "We have to promise each other: that was our last time. No more dark magic or Slytherin or Unforgivables ever again." Sebastian nodded, staring ahead at the sloshing water. "I understand, Ominis. You’re right. No more." As Credence watched for Ominis' response, she swore she saw a sneer for a fraction of a second. But Ominis said, "Good. Then we're settled." "Phew," said Sebastian dramatically, leaning back and wiping his brow. "Good, I wouldn't have wanted that weighing on my mind when I head to Feldcroft this weekend." "Read the room, you big galoot," said Ominis, cracking a small smile.

Sebastian let out a chuckle to melt some of the tension. Judging by Ominis' expression, the contemplation hiding behind his waning grin, Credence had a feeling there was much unsaid on his mind. He took her hand, its warmth enveloping her as he gave her a confidence-boosting squeeze.

"Sebastian," he said, his soft voice in harmony with the tides. "Hm?" "I've been thinking. I want to go visit Anne with you." Sebastian sat up straight and his eyes sparkled with ill-contained glee. "Really? That's wonderful news! Oh, Anne is going to piss herself in excitement when she sees you!” “God, I hope not.” “Would you like to come, too, Cree?” asked Sebastian, beaming at her with those big puppy dog eyes. “I think Anne would just love you." She fidgeted. "Um, yeah. I'll go if you think it’s a good idea." Sebastian's gaze shimmered as though he was on the verge of tears. "Absolutely it is! I've told Anne a little about you and she really wants to meet you. She'll be so surprised!"

Sebastian tossed his arm around Credence's shoulders, jostling her as he included Ominis in his bear hug.

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