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legendofmorons · 1 year

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How to fall in love twice (Time, Malon) -Part 4

Pairing : Malon x Reader x Time

Rating: T

Summary: As you and Malon have some bonding time in Kara Kara inn Time gets pissy with the boys.

Warnings: Implied/ referenced child abuse, referenced alcoholism - (Reader had a drunk father that sucked until he was forced to get better or stay gone)

Other: if I missed anything, please let me know.

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You spend the two weeks a version of Wild's hyrule. The land is beautiful but the problem say it's only been twenty years since the calamity.

During this, you and Malon spend time talking and doing upkeep for an adventure. You gather rupees for odd jobs and stocking on supplies. With several faries and lots of weapons, you settle for basic food supplies. You leave an adventuring tag for the boys on the off chance they come across it

At the moment, you and Malon are settled inside the in of Kara Kara Buzzar, the busseling groups outside loud.

Inside is a haven of perfect temperature ir, maintained by enchanted sapphires.

"I hope the boys are doing okay." Malon says as she inspects her bow, eyes nothing but calculating.

"Mh, they're fine... By now, they're figured out that we're not coming back and that we got the mask."

"I know. I'm just worried. "

"Can I help?"

"No... It's just weird. I'm not usually the one on an adventure. "

You nod, not quite understanding the sentiment but understanding being on an adventure you weren't expecting or really even supposed to be on.

She looks at you fully, her soft smile a little bitter in the afternoon light. "I'm just glad that it's you that I'm with and not someone else."

"Oh- thanks. I'm glad it's you here too." Yoy say, trying not to come off as the giant smitten crush haver you are.

"You're sweet. It's really no wonder Link likes you so much."

"Oh, yeah... I try."

Malon just laughs, warm and amused. "You're a good person, and I've heard you're a Greta friend."

"That means a lot. Thank you."

She just smiles, pulling her bag onto the bed so she can double-check her arrow supply.

If she's honest- she likes you too. A lot. More than a friend even if it is a fresh crush.

You're funny, kind, and very attractive. She likes how you try to help people and protect those who need it. You're good people.

You turn to the window, watching the sands roll by as chatter sounds around you. The tourists outside are all dressed in linens and silks, seeking refuge from the sun as they browse the stalls.

You can hear Time worrying, even if you aren't actually there. You've seen it enough times, overheard his muttering, he thought no one could hear. You just hope he and the others are okay.

(You can see the pacing and the glaring as he mutters about where you and his wife might possibly be. The way he gets snappy with everyone's. How he takes as many watch shifts as he physically can before royally crashing. Only to repeat the whole process.)

"Hey, (Y/n)?" Malon calls.

"Yeah?"

"What was it like for you growing up?"

You turn to face her, her curiosity evident. And usually you don't just tell people about your past but most people don't ask. To be fair.

"Well... I mean, mom was born on a ranch and grew up there with her siblings. Dad was a royal guard from a long line of them.

"I grew up in castle town, I have three siblings though. And we spent every summer at Mamaw and Papaw's ranch. I did good in school but I struggled to keep up.

"It was okay, dad wasn't home a whole lot... Drank when he was, but he just got loud and angry."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"It's fine. The one time he hit us, mom nearly killed him." You give a shrug, "After that, he left for a year and came back better. I still don't talk to him much these days. But I don't feel like he's a danger anymore either."

"He hit you?" Malon asks, furry already filling her. How dare anyone ever mistreated children - how dare anyone mistreated you.

Oh, she'd like to kick your father's ass. That would be fun.

She can only imagine that Time would be on board.

"Once. Never again." You shrug, unphased because honestly you've faced worse on this quest with the boys.

"That's a real low thing."

"It's cool, I can kick his ass now. After learning to hold my own against the boys, I think I could take on Gannon myself." You crack a smile, hoping to distract her with a joke.

"I'm sure you could."

"Maybe that's why we got pulled away, to destroy gannon?" You snort at just the thought.

Gannon is so fucked is you or Malon meet him, but both of you- well he'd be done for. You both have a lot of rage towards him and you're both skilled at fighting.

"Ha! Maybe so."

"How would you do it?" You ask, "Defeat Gannon, I mean."

Malon tilts her head with a hum, thinking about the logistics of her ideal victory. She bites her lip as she does this.

"I think I'd just take my cast iron skillet to his head." Malon says with a shrug, "What about you?"

"Hm- I meN I'd wanna say the sword would let me weird it and go that route... but I'd probably be more likely to fight him with a baseball bat full of nails."

"That's a good choice."

"I think so!"

Malon changes the subject again, this time to the places you've been.

And you just enjoy the downtime with the redhead. You definitely are starting to fully grasp why Time likes her so much.

.......

Time can't stand can't of this, settled at a campfire in the Great plateu of Wild's hyrule is awful. Time's only thoughts are of you and Malon.

The woods are no comfort to him. Only making him more on edge because you could be anywhere in any time, and he'd never even see you if you were here.

Time is so worried. And everything is too quiet.

He's- used to not having Malon around all the time on this quest... But you've been there so long your absence is particularly felt.

The lack of your smile and laugh has been awful. Your help with cooking has been missed. The soft touches as you help him dress wounds -

Oh he's so fucked.

"I'm sure it's fine." Wind says a s he sits down by Time.

"Sailor - you don't know that. "

"I do. You have a type. Stubborn." Wind's smile at the end is a little smug.

"I- that is not my type."

"It's part of it."

"I'm just worried about them. Obviously, something happened. Neither of them would just run away. "Time says as he narrows his gaze on the ground.

"No... they wouldn't. "Sky says, "But they're together, are they're both smart."

"That doesn't mean they are in danger. I'm not even sure the mask is going to be helpful. What if they haven't even found it?"

Wind just listens, not sure how to help but wishing Time eoukd stop being so on edge.

"It will be okay, Time. Obviously you get them back. Or Twilight wouldn't exist." Sky tries to reason.

"That only means I get Malon back- what if (Y/n) dosen’t ever come back? What if It's my fault and I didn't hear them and-"

"Time." Twilight says firmly to try to stop the rambling spiral the man seems set on.

Everyone is worried about you and Malon. Everyone wants to get you all to safety-

"Hey, old man." Warriors calls out, "Come look at this."

Time stands, gaze landing on Warriors next to the largest tree in the forest, roots almost like their own tunnel.

The man was towards the knight, waiting for more instruction.

"These are (Y/n)'s initials, aren't they?"

Time looks, and maybe your hylian and his hylian are very different but you'd taught him how you tagged certain things when lost. A habit picked up from a survivalist uncle.

The tag carved into the tree reads your intials and then 'day 4'.

Unfortunately, the wood is well healed. At least fifty years have passed, probably longer. But the chain hadn't been in the plateu before, which means -

You got pulled away through a portal. With Malon at your side, probably. And you are in the past of the current time the boys are in.

That's some real shit.

"Well... at least we know what happened to them?" Wild trues, not really soundings too confident in it.

"I'm going for a walk." Time says in place of any real answer.

"Should we tag that way?" Wind suggests from behind the group.

"Maybe." Wild says, "So they can at least keep up with where we've been."

Warriors nods, deciding to tag the tree below your carving 'H.C. day 9.'

He just hopes you can figure it out.

Time can be seen going on a walk Allright, a real pissy walk.

Yikes.

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the-girl-with-the-glass-heart · 2 years

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Hi hello! I just wanted to say I’m totally with you on this Gil thing. I’ve been toiling away at my own post talking about why I think the fandom is unfair to her, but the most I’ve been able to actually do is ramble in DMs and in some of my own tags. Because I know the MH fandom is gonna shoot me for daring to say she’s not the worst character in the franchise. Anywho, I just wanted to let you know your not alone in liking Gil and thinking of ways to fix her actual character issues/arc! I honestly commend you being able to properly post about the topic! (And Atleast Tumblr isn’t Instagram though, dollstagram is out for her blood 24/7…)

[i hc Gil as a trans girl, hence the use of She/Her pronouns here. Sorry if it’s confusing!]

Oh that's wonderful, very cute head cannon, i love it! (I will be using he/him pronouns though when i refer to him, hope you dont mind)

Yeah dollstagram can eat a huge dick, i there's so much i feel like they just DO NOT get about monster high in general and needs like a big disection.

I've seen them say shit about him that isn't even true, like how he cheated on lagoona with lorna even though all he did was take her to the dance as a friend because lorna was incredibly depressed and the conflict was solved in like 2 seconds.

Or how he changed her race in 13 wishes even though it was lagoonas idea in the first place and he proudly tells her his parents opinion doesnt matter.

Or how he never defends her when he actually defended her and almost got sent away to another school because of it.

Then they forget the entirety of great scarrier reef even happened when that has some of his best moments!

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feline17ff · 2 years

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Ayo!! you saw my Cerise/Ramona/Rosabella ask!! very rad /pos /g!! I've been keeping an eye on your blog since I stumbled upon it whilst digging through the EAH tag, and I gotta say, your blog is!! Rad!! Now, I have a question, fellow EAH enthusiast: if you could rewrite EAH, how would you do it?- Narrator Headcanon Anon

Thank you so much! 💖 Awesome to know my blog is fun for someone other than me 😋

I did see your ask! In my EAH rewrite I'd use your idea and rewrite Ramona, Cerise, and Rosabella to have beast forms that we actually get to see.

More about Briar's powers aka that she can hear stuff when she's asleep.

The Good King and the Mad Hatter being great father-figures (found family my beloved) to the EAH boys: Daring, Dexter, Sparrow, Hunter, Hopper, Tiny, Merry Men etc. They're just such great dads.

More of Hunter, Cerise, Maddie, Melody, Cupid and other rebels acting as Raven Protection Squad.

Apple White is perfect as is. I'd give her more happiness.

Faybelle, Lizzie, Raven, Baba Yaga, Dancing Madame, and more, acting as Duchess Protection Squad and helping to find a solution for her unhappy destiny. Just got the idea of them being her Knights of the Round Table!

Kitty, Ramona, Faybelle, Sparrow, Blondie as prankmasters. Blondie's the voice of goodness but that's not saying much.

More little rebel things by Ashlynn and Briar after they out themselves as rebels, like sitting on the rebel side of the castleteria, having the winged purple heart as a little pin on their bag or dress, hanging out with fellow rebels who have always been outside their social circle, like Briar hanging with Hunter, Ashlynn with Cerise.

More connection with Monster High - Cupid taking EAH students there and vice versa. Cerise and Ramona letting their hair down. Twyla taking Briar's friends into her dreams when she falls asleep and they hang out there. Sparrow interacting with Holt and Heath. Raven getting help with her magic from Casta. EAH seeing Cupid's MH form and in for the shock of their life. Kids with villainous or unhappy destinies just thriving at MH. Getting Bella and Brutta's ghosts and talking to them and FINDING OUT THE TRUTH!

PESKY THE SQUIRREL! More of him! More of his interactions with Hunter and the EAH boys! Just him messing their lives whenever he can and them leaving everything to chase him.

More of Queen Charming and Maid Marian's rebellious nature as heavily implied in Semi-Charming Kind of Life.

Clear indication of how much better a father the Good King is over King Charming. By indication I mean show us that Dexter and Daring are encouraged to pursue other interests and prefer Good King's company, they have picnics together and Raven's like "What are you doing with my dad?" and the bros are like, "We're having lunch with your dad. Do you wanna join us?"

Sparrow and the Merry Men just vibing.

Tasteful depiction of Ashlynn's stepsisters or stepcousins. Idc if they're evil or not, just tasteful. Same with Crystal and the Snow Queen.

More of General Villainy class shown in Next Top Villain — did you know Sparrow's the only guy in that class of strong female characters? Just him vibing with these classmates, them getting up to mischief or protecting each other aka Ginger and Raven are in that class too.

Ramona! More info about Ramona!

Daring, Duchess, Hopper being 💯 theater kids and putting on the most dramatic play ever!

Sparrow getting some sense knocked into him Wonderland style.

Chase comes back to EAH!

Boys in Damsel-in-distressing and girls in Heroics! Gus, Hopper, Daring, coz beast, need to be in DiD! Helga, Jillian, Rosabella need to be in Heroics! Helga and Gus in both.

And adding the three musketeers' daughters who are also in Heroics!

More of Humphrey and Dexter, being BFFs, and being tech geeks with Blondie!

More of Sparrow, Humphrey, and Alistair's friendship.

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floresmarique · 3 years

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It has been a long time since i posted a one shot so here is a smutty one for y'all ;)

MINE (JOHNNY LAWRENCE X READER)

Plot; Johnny is tired of you giving him the silent treatment after he missed an event that was important to you, but he sure knows how to hear your voice again...or should i say moans?

WARNING: Smutty content ahead.

Tags: angsty, dominant Johnny, slight choking, spanking, dirty nicknames, unprotected sex and fluff at the end.

You and Johnny live together in this one shot so you'll both will be in your mid 20s.

Enjoy!

"How long will this go on for?"

Johnny's stern voice echoed into the big house walls, in the background there only could be heard some voices coming out from the tv but Johnny hoped to hear her voice. A week passed since (Y/N) completely stopped talking to him, ignoring his existence. It all happened after Johnny missed the most important night for (Y/N); a dinner with all her co-workers and boss of the business she worked in, with all their partners.

But she remained alone almost all night and Johnny showed up only when dessert was served. He didn't do that on purpose, he just completely forgot about it while he chatted and had fun with his old mates from high school. (Y/N) knew that it was gonna happen when she accepted to let him meet up with them for some minutes before the dinner. Johnny promised her that he would have showed up before the dinner even started, talking about how much he missed them after the Cobra Kai fell apart.

(Y/N) understood him and trusted him enough to let him go but, when he broke the promise, she didn't even shout at him for the anger, silence was the only thing that filled the car while Johnny was driving to return home, talking about how sorry he was and begging her to say something.

When Johnny saw that she remained completely silent, he knew she was really pissed off, he could read her like a book. But what he didn't know, was that (Y/N) wouldn't wake up the next day and act like nothing happened. He thought and hoped to see his usual girl, giving him a morning kiss while she pressed her warm chest against his skin but that annoying silence was the only thing he got. He understood that she was mad but deeply hated the silent treatment because it made his blood boil. In the middle of the silent week, Johnny got mad at her and accused her to act childish, secretly wishing that she would have responded with a sassy remark, but she didn't. After that, Johnny decided to play her game too and ignored her, thinking that she would have talked soon or later after realizing that he was mad too but, again, nothing happened.

And on that saturday night, a week since that event, Johnny snapped.

"(Y/N)." His voice was slightly rising up as he roughly placed his hand on the table, making (Y/N) jump. "How long will this go on for?"

(Y/N) silently gulped, her fingertips holding tight the book she was reading. Shivers ran through her spine after hearing his voice like that. It reminded her of the times he had fights in high school and she knew he was very angry, but her pride was stronger than his longing to hear her again.

Or so she thought in her mind, understimating Johnny.

"Fine." He roughly mumbled under his breath, walking fast towards the sofa where (Y/N) was sat. When she tried to stand up, Johnny pushed her back on the sofa with force, making the book fall open on the carpet. Even there, (Y/N) stayed silent and her stare didn't look intimidated but it wasn't reflecting the way she felt at the sight of Johnny like that. Her legs slightly closed together and she hoped that Johnny couldn't hear the way she was starting to breath when he got on top of her, blocking her wrists over her head with his strong hands. "If you don't want this, talk."

(Y/N) gulped again, Johnny's warm breath was touching her cheeks and the tip of his noise almost touched her one. Her breath got even more ragged when she met his blue eyes filled with anger and desire. Johnny waited a little more but when some minutes passed, he smirked and kept her wrists blocked, bending down his neck to reach her ear with his lips.

"Let's see how long you can last without making a sound, mh?"

(Y/N) shivered again, feeling her panties getting more wet at his words. When Johnny removed his long sleeved sweater and threw it on the ground, her cheeks got warmer and her heart started to beat fast. She wanted to touch his smooth chest and torso, feeling his perfect muscles but her pride stopped her from doing that once again. Johnny harshly grabbed the remote and threw it against the television, turning it off. (Y/N) narrowed her eyes, not understanding if he broke it or not, but Johnny didn't give her enough time to think because his lips attached to her ones in a needy and desperate kiss.

(Y/N) didn't open her mouth, just to tease him more at that point, getting turned on by his attitude. Her and Johnny had various times rough sex, along with the slow and passionate one, but she never saw him angry like that with her and it made her want to see more of that side of him.

"Such a fucking tease." He mumbled with gritted teeth, holding both of her wrists with one hand while he used the other one to grab her breasts through the long shirt she was wearing, making her gasp. Johnny immediately kissed her, finally feeling her tongue again after so long. (Y/N) melted at the feel of his warm lips and tongue, kissing him back with the same desperation but still didn't dare to say a word. She could feel his erection brush against her groin, covered by some tight grey shorts. "Let's see how much your ego is gonna stop you from moaning like a bitch when i'm gonna fuck you."

At his words, a low moan escaped (Y/N)'s lips and made Johnny smirk while he took her body in his arms, walking towards the bedroom. (Y/N) slightly gripped his large shoulders, admiring his strong jawline while he held her body tight to his chest. When they reached the room, Johnny threw her on the soft mattress with force, her body jumped at the strenght while she held herself up on her forearms to look at him. He removed his sweatpants and (Y/N)'s eyes instantly placed on the large bulge at the center of his black underwear.

Johnny got on the bed, running his hands on her soft legs without breaking eye contact. When his hands reached her shorts, he harshly ripped them and (Y/N) was about to say something about it but she stopped when he smirked. He pressed his hands on her hips and slowly caressed them, making her shirt rise up as he did so. He gave a peck to her belly and looked up at her while he left a wet trail with the tip of his tongue on her skin, suddenly ripping her shirt too to expose her breasts. (Y/N) threw her head back and moaned a little louder than before when she felt his tongue on her nipple, making circular motions around it. She could feel his sly and proud smirk on her skin but she didn't care, trying to reach his blonde locks just to feel his mouth closer to her breast but he roughly placed her hand back against the mattress, narrowing his eyes.

"You're the only one that is gonna get ruined tonight." He spoke with a rough voice and slightly bit her nipple, observing how she turned her head on the other side and bit her lip to not make a sound. "You better not touch me or i'll make you regret it."

Johnny then bent down, leaving little bites and pecks on her stomach and belly as he slid down between her thighs. He opened her legs with force and slowly licked the area where (Y/N) needed him the most through her panties. He removed them with a swift movement and strongly grabbed both of her thighs, pushing her body towards his face more. He looked up at her again with half lidded eyes, like he was ready to devour her. (Y/N) bit her lip again as she watched Johnny press his tongue flat on her throbbing pussy and she closed her eyes, trying to contain her moans.

"Open them and look at me." He demanded, drowning his fingertips in her thighs as he started to give her clit attention with the tip of his tongue, earning a loud whimper from (Y/N) that threw her head back in desperation, still with eyes closed. Johnny breathed heavily on her wet area and then aggressively grabbed her ass cheeks, giving them a loud spank. "Fucking open those eyes and look at me."

(Y/N) whimpered again with some drops of sweat covering her forehead for the intense pleasure she was feeling. She finally opened her eyes and placed them on Johnny, watching as he kept her legs wide open to devour her needy pussy. His blue eyes never broke eye contact with her and, when one of his large fingers slowly entered her wet hole, (Y/N) squeezed her eyes shut once again only to be spanked again by Johnny. She desperately opened them again, gripping the soft white sheets with her hands as the pleasure got even more intense. He added another finger along with the other one and pumped them inside of her with fast motions, adoring the way her back arched everytime he sucked her little red button that could bring her so much pleasure.

As Johnny dropped a little amount of spit on her pussy, (Y/N) looked at him with desperate eyes that turned him on even more, slightly brushing his covered erection on the mattress for some friction, letting out a low groan against her warm area. His lips were swollen and red and his blonde locks were attached to his forehead for the sweat. (Y/N)'s cheeks were flushed, just like her neck and the center that separated her breasts for the strong warmth her body felt. Johnny extended one of his arms to roughly grab her tits, teasing the nipple with his fingers.

"Oh- fuck!" (Y/N) cursed under her breath, but it didn't go unnoticed by Johnny, that proudly smirked at the sound of her sweet moans again. "Yes, oh god- yes!"

"Yeah, you like it like this, uh?" Johnny groaned and licked her entrance without stopping the fast movements with his fingers. (Y/N) nodded her head against the pillow, wanting to drown her fingertips in his hair to feel the movements his head made everytime he bent down to eat her out, but she knew Johnny would have punished her, making that pleasant torture last even longer. "What do you want? Can your ego fucking let me know what you want, uh?"

In the blink of an eye, Johnny removed his boxers and was on top her body with his hand wrapped around her neck. (Y/N) widened her eyes but not because of fear, it was for excitment. She could feel her fluids sliding down between her ass cheeks at his action, loving the way he was making her his. She trusted Johnny with all her heart and knew that he wasn't gonna hurt her in any way, but the thought of her life being all in the grip of his hand made her want him even more.

"Johnny-" (Y/N) whimpered his name as she felt the fat head of his cock brush between her thighs and Johnny's neck vein became prominent after hearing her voice saying his name again. He missed the way it rolled on her tongue so smoothly and perfectly, making him want to destroy her harder.

"What do you want?" He asked again, tightening his grip on her neck, pressing his fingertips on the sides of her throat. (Y/N) stared at his eyes filled with lust and licked her lips before speaking.

"You." She gulped, placing her smaller hand on Johnny's one that was still wrapped around her neck. Johnny inhaled at the sight, staring down at her body all ready for him. "I want you inside of me, please."

"I want to hear you beg." Johnny sternly said, without moving his hand away from her neck. "Beg for all the days you stayed silent, making me go insane."

"Please, Johnny-" (Y/N) whimpered as she felt Johnny pump his dick against her wet entrance.

"More, bitch." Johnny demanded, rubbing his member up and down on her pussy. "C'mon, let me hear how much dirty you can be for me..."

(Y/N) let out a frustrated moan while biting her bottom lip, meeting his lustful stare again. Johnny's hand still didn't move a bit from her throat and (Y/N) watched his muscular sweaty chest move up and down slowly thanks to his ragged breath.

"Fuck, i beg you, Johnny!" She desperately whimpered again, almost like a little kid throwing a tantrum. "Fuck me, fuck me hard."

Johnny softened the grip on her neck while he positioned the head of his cock on her hole, just to fully enter her with one harsh thrust that made (Y/N) throw her head back. She closed her eyes, trying to adjust to his length, but when she felt that strong pressure on her trachea, she immediately opened them again and gasped as Johnny bent down to devour her lips. (Y/N) moaned into his mouth, the combination of his tongue meeting her own and his deep thrusts inside of her made her head spin.

"Oh my god-" She managed to say between moans, with an high pitched voice for the grip on her throat. Johnny bit her cheekbones and jaw, hiding his face in the crook of her neck to kiss her sweet spot there. (Y/N) cautiously reached for his back to hold and, when Johnny didn't try to move away, she involutarily scratched it, filling his ears with her loud moans.

"Fuck, yes-" Johnny groaned, looking up at her while speeding his thrusts encouraged by the scratches he felt on his back. His balls slapped against her ass as he fucked her, the room was warm and their moans were filling the walls, their neighbours were probably hearing everything but they didn't care. Johnny wanted to make her scream, wanted everyone to hear her moaning for him.

"Oh yes Johnny, yes, like that!" (Y/N) cried out, holding his hand on her neck in place. When they had eye contact, Johnny almost reached his edge only for the desperate expression she had on her face; her eyes were watery and half lidded, her cheeks flushed and her lips open and red to let all her moans out.

"Fucking hell, look at you." Johnny bit his lip harshly, placing his free hand on the other side of (Y/N)'s neck, holding her in place as he pounded into her body aggressively. He loved how she rolled her eyes back, how her mouth was hanging open and how her hair were sprawled on the white pillow. He admired how her tits bounced after every thrust and a low moan escaped his throat. "Such a little slut for me, aren't you baby?"

(Y/N) frantically nodded her head up and down, tension building up in her groin as Johnny's thrusts became faster and faster. He suddenly held both of her legs up just to place them on each one of his shoulders, hitting her g-spot repeatedly in that position. He wrapped her calves with his arms and left a peck on one of her ankles, never stopping his thrusts.

"Johnny, i can't-" She moaned, gripping the sheets. She felt close to the edge, her legs were getting weaker and she shivered at the sensation in her stomach, sweat covering her body.

"I knew you were gonna give up and moan for me, fuck-" He held her hips strongly, pounding into her harder. "You wanna cum, mh? Yeah baby, wanna cum?"

"Yes, please baby let me cum- mph!"

Johnny brought his fingers on her clit, making circular and quick motions on it to make (Y/N) meet her climax. She reached for his cheek, gripping his face as he gave a quick peck on the palm of her hand, the head of his dick was stimulating her g-spot, making her shout uncontrollably.

"Keep your eyes open, baby." Johnny panted, feeling her walls clench around his lenght. "Wanna see you with your eyes open when you cum around my dick."

(Y/N) finally reached the edge, letting all her nerves relax as her vision became white and blurred, her toes curled on top of Johnny's shoulder, who watched her eyes roll back for the immense pleasure while she buried her head in the pillow. Johnny didn't stop his thrusts while (Y/N)'s orgasm washed over her, loud moans and pants were coming out from her mouth. When she regained consciousness from the pleasure, she saw Johnny bend down to whisper something in her ear that made her shiver.

"I'm still not done with you."

And just like that, Johnny overturned her to make her stand on her hands and knees. He harshly gripped her hips to move her body closer to his groin with force. (Y/N) was still trying to catch her breath when Johnny entered her throbbing and sensitive pussy again, not giving her time to adjust as he started to pound into her constantly. (Y/N) grabbed the sheets, little cries and moans escaped from her throat along with Johnny's pants. His thrusts were noisy and he cursed multiple times while watching her ass slam against his pelvis. He threw a firm slap on her butt cheeks and rougly grabbed one of her shoulders to keep her still, making his way in and out of her body. (Y/N) slightly turned her head, her face was covered from her messy strands of hair but Johnny could still meet her desperate eyes as he fucked her and it made him want to never stop.

"Oh my god yes, just like that, don't stop!" She screamed, reaching for his other hand that was placed on her hip. Johnny's knuckles were white from the strong grip he had on her and she was sure that her skin would be full of marks made by him, but she didn't mind.

"You scream like a whore, fuck." Johnny threw his head back, his torso was wet by the sweat and it shined under the warm light of the room. He removed his hand from her shoulder and placed it on the back of her neck, pushing her head down on the pillow while he bent down, his chest was attached to her back and she felt his warm pants and breaths in her ear. "Yeah, like that baby? You want it hard?"

"Oh yes, please, like that!" She moaned, her voice muffled by the pillow.

"Keep your head down." Johnny spoke and grabbed both of her wrists with his hands, resting them on her back while his thrusts became more sloppy and rough. "So fucking tight and wet, just for me..."

(Y/N) did as he told her and kept her head down, her body jumped forward everytime he slammed his hard cock inside of her.

"You're mine, you got that?" Another hard slap met (Y/N)'s ass, making her scream for both the pain and the pleasure. "Say it, say you're mine."

"I'm yours!"

"Louder."

"I'm yours, Johnny!" She whimpered, feeling the same sensation as before in her stomach. "Oh- yes!"

Johnny moved his arm under her body and held her up against his chest, burying his head in the crook of her neck where he left bites and wet kisses. He admired (Y/N)'s profile with half lidded eyes, wanting to kiss desperately her open mouth. All Johnny could think about during that intimate moment, was how much he loved and wanted her while he was inside of her body. He felt her heartbeat and stared at her long lashes, at her tired and beautiful eyes that sparkled in the light. Whenever he had sex with her, he felt like he was falling in love with her over and over again. Johnny remembered the day they lost their virginity together in his room, containing their moans to not wake his parents up. He looked at her and he was sure she was the only one that he wanted to make love to that way, her face was printed in his mind and he couldn't cancel it anymore.

"I love you so much, (Y/N)" He breathed into her ear and bit her lobe, her hand moved towards the back of his neck where she gripped his hair, resting her head on his shoulder. "You're the only one that deserves to be fucked like this, the only one."

"Johnny-" She was weak in his warm embrace and Johnny held her tight to his chest.

"Ride me, baby..." Johnny whispered, a groan escaped both of their mouths when he made his way out of her pussy to lay on the mattress. (Y/N) obeyed and quickly positioned herself on top of his lap, slowly sliding down his hard and wet lenght. Johnny instantly grabbed her hips to guide her movements, slower this time. She looked like a goddess while riding his dick, Johnny always had that impression while he watched her hair fall on her shoulders, her kissable lips and the underside of her breasts. She pressed her palms on his chest to ride him at a faster pace as Johnny's hands reached the headbord to grip it, showing off his muscles. "So fucking beautiful, fuck."

"Mmph, yeah-" She bit her lip, staring down at Johnny. He opened his mouth to show the tip of his tongue and (Y/N) knew what to do, bending down to softly suck his tongue just to make out with him like they both wanted to do for so long. He caressed her cheeks and held her face, pushing his thumb into her mouth right after, loving to watch her as she sucked on it.

"Such a pretty little mouth, yeah" Johnny then suddenly started to thrust into her, making her body jump on his lap. His fingertips reached for her clit, masturbating her while pushing his hips up to meet her movements.

"Fuck yes, i'm so close-"

"Yes baby, yes-" Johnny held her waist with one hand and kept thrusting into her, feeling her walls clench again around him. "Fuck yes, i'm gonna fill you. You want it baby?"

"Yes, so much!"

And with one final hard thrust, they both came together. Johnny's seed exploded into (Y/N)'s walls and slid down his cock along with her fluids. She arched her back, moaning Johnny's name like a mantra while his nails were buried into her hips, keeping her still while he filled her with his warm cum. (Y/N) felt it squirt inside of her and it made her orgasm even more intense.

"Oh- Oh my god-" Was all (Y/N) could manage to say between deep breaths as she fell on top of Johnny's chest. His arms immediately wrapped around her, leaving a peck to her sweaty forehead. They didn't move for a bit and stayed in that position till Johnny's member slipped out her pussy alone after returning soft. They shared a slow and wet kiss before (Y/N) fell beside him, resting her head on his biceps. She felt his heartbeat becoming steady again along with his breath and a sweet smile formed on her lips, feeling relaxed after so long.

"(Y/N)..." Johnny mumbled, his fingertips gently brushed her hair. "I'm sorry for-"

"Don't say anything." She sighed, looking up at him. "I'm sorry if i ignored you for so long, i just felt-"

"Disappointed, i know." Johnny finished her phrase and sighed. "I should have been there, i just didn't keep track of time while chatting with my old friends and i fucked up."

"Well, you haven't missed anything anyway" She softly chuckled in his chest and Johnny raised an eyebrow, wondering why. "I honestly was more mad you weren't there for the boredom i was feeling. Seriously, gosh, it was so boring."

"Shit now i feel even worse!" He laughed.

"It's okay, i guess i can forgive you now..." She sent him a sly smile, kissing the tip of his nose. "Where did that side of you...come from? I know you could be rough in bed but jesus-"

"Guess i just missed you really bad." He winked at her, caressing her cheek. "Was it too much for you?"

"No, are you kidding?! I freaking loved it!"

Johnny looked confused at first but soon a grin plastered his face.

"Good." He said, hugging her tight. "Because there is a lot more that i wanna show you..."

(Y/N) chuckled, nodding her head and kissed his lips before resting her head on his chest again.

"I love you."

"I love you too, baby." Johnny kissed her forehead again, a content and satisfied smile on his face. "I'll always do."

#johnny lawrence #cobra kai #karate kid #80s #billy zabka #one shot #angst #fluff #johnny lawrence smut #smut

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nxtsnw · 3 years

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P1: Please could it be a mikey oneshot leaving a male reader; I leave it days before the dissolution of Touman with the excuse of "I like another person more, I don't love you anymore and I don't want to see you again" it may be that I don't want to hurt him or something like that, in the end ReaderMale! he takes it badly at first but over time he recovers and becomes a famous Idol that is everywhere, not only is an Idol but has a presence in the underworld (something +

°Mikey x Male reader°

plot: After the breakup between Mikey and MaleReader, their two paths split. The reader, after an unexpected glow-up and after both have apparently moved on, meet again, Mickey as the leader of the Bonten and the reader as a very famous idol.

author note: I also read the pt.2! I apologize if I changed it slightly, I did everything possible to respect it. Thank you for the request!

word count: 1k

warning: angst, break up

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The weather that day was so hot, but it wasn't a pleasant heat, it was quite the opposite. Y/n was going to meet Mikey, his boyfriend for a year now. He noticed his bright blonde hair from afar so he decided to run up to him and hug him from behind.

"Heyy Mikey" he yelled.

"mh" he replied looking at him from top to bottom.

"What happens?"

"I leave you," he said with that a weird calm and his eyes staring at him and waiting for a reaction.

"Ahaha this is funny" answered y/n.

"I'm not kidding, it's over between us, I'm no longer in love with you. I'm sorry, but it's time for me to open a new chapter in my life."

A slight shiver ran down the y/n back.

"Wait, did I do something wrong?"

"No, I already told you, I'm not in love with you anymore."

How was it possible? Why should he leave him like this?.

He could still feel the blond's gaze on him and didn't dare to raise his head. He took a deep breath and mentally slapped himself.

"Goodbye then." he continued without expressing any kind of emotion.

"Goodbye."

So that completely unexpected conversation ended. And for y/n began one of the hardest times ever. Even just to realize what had happened took him several weeks(maybe months), which were lived in a very bad way by the boy.

Acceptance was a hard thing and just as he was returning to the bad habit of smoking he was stopped by a strange man.

“Wait for a second please, don't quit smoking that cigarette. And please, let me take some pictures of you. "

Surprised and scared, the boy decided to walk away.

"Wait up! Believe me, I'm (his name and his surname), a famous photographer ”he continued showing him a tag that confirmed his previous words.

"Please, just a photo?" and so the boy agreed.

So the photo was taken and the photographer came over to show it to him.

At first glance, not even the same y/n could be recognized, he seemed so different from the last time he had seriously looked at himself in the mirror, he couldn't see himself in that photo he had just taken.

"When I became like that?..." he spoke aloud when he was still deep in his thoughts. So much so that the photographer looked at him with a bewildered face.

“Don't like the photo? I'm sorry. Did I make you feel uncomfortable?" The boy shook his head no.

“Oh thank god, I also wanted to ask if you would give me permission to publish this photo on my new photo album due out next month,” he asked, clasping his hands. After he noticed the boy's troubled expression, he continued saying: "You can also receive money and be contacted later by different modeling agencies, I think you have this potential."

A job and some money would not have been bad .. the young man accepted and the two traded their phone number.

But before he could think of anything else, he remembered his change in physical appearance. He immediately went home to look in the mirror. In the street, while he ran, he saw himself in a shop window, he noticed the changes in the body.

They weren't that obvious, but to him, it felt so different, developed. The more he looked at himself the more he was convinced of how much prettier he had become.

Self-conviction? Had he had the famous post-breakup glow-up without realizing it? Was it possible? Was there any entity unknown to him involved?

Arriving at random he noticed even the smallest details of his face, had he always been this attractive?

Thanks to that funny meeting were the beginning of a new life for the boy.

After the photographer's album began to be printed, he noticed his inbox filled with inquiries from various fashion agencies.

They just asked him for a meeting to see if they could hire him, and reading the pay he didn't think twice about accepting.

He came from the first agency that contacted him, and after a short interview, he was hired. It was all happening so fast, the long time after parting with Mikey seemed to have almost vanished from the boy's mind.

In no time at all, he began to have great success in many magazines, and his fandom began to grow. Real people stopped him on the street to ask him for a photo and how beautiful he was. The agencies organized real meetings for the boy's fans.

He met some of his old school friends (with whom he had had some bullying problems) who didn't recognize him in the least...

Everyone had begun to love and idolize him. The creepy and weird thing is that it all happened within 6 months, all that fast? How was that possible? Often y/n stopped to wonder how it was possible, and always tried to find out how it could have happened, but he never found anything rational. ( I'm so sorry, I have never read "lookism" yet, I tried my best to find information <3)

And so winter had arrived, the cold now surrounded him.

He had just finished his shift at the agency and had decided to go get a hot chocolate in his trusted bar. As soon as he entered he noticed a new boy, he was tall with green eyes and dark hair he was really cute.

The boy had been working in that bar for a short time, and it was he who served him. Along with his hot chocolate, he gave to him a note with his phone number, hoping that y/n would contact him.

So that's what he did, he had finally overcome the breakup with Mikey, he was finally ready to start a new life, and finally sentimentally too.

Months and years go by. The relationship between the two boys seems to have improved and thanks to his work he becomes more and more famous. A real Idol, with a little secret, he hadn't yet explained the change that had radically changed his life.

Did some divinity have anything to do with it?

Because of his job he had not been allowed to have a boyfriend, so he had invented and hired him as a "personal bodyguard", so he was able to find an excuse to spend more time with his boyfriend.

They were walking arm in arm under light snow when he saw what he never wanted to see.

There was Mikey. That Mikey. He was sitting on a bench and always kept his lost gaze on some buildings. Was he there on purpose or for simple deals?

He had a hard time recognizing him, Mikey had cut his hair even though he still had that different sheen, but it looked just fine. He was thin and pale in the face, but the most noticeable thing was two dark circles under his eyes that made him look more tired and almost sick.

After a while, Mikey turned to his side.

"Look, let's go if we change our way," he asked his boyfriend.

"Um okay, but what's going on?"

"Nothing, don't worry..." but at that moment he realized that he could no longer escape. He had long since overcome that breakup.

"We can continue from here too," he continued, smiling and taking his boyfriend by the hand.

Meanwhile, a tall pink-haired boy had caught up with Mikey and they were heading in the direction of y/n.

He seemed to be going smoothly until the two ex-boyfriends stopped at the same time.

"Hi Mikey"

No reply.

"Now pretend you don't even know me eh"

Mikey looked up, but this time, in addition to the usual air of defiance, he looked seriously surprised, almost scared?

"Hi y/n, how long has it been?"

But who could know him better than y/n? They had been together for a year, by now he knew that expression perfectly. He knew that at that moment Mikey was confused but he didn't want to show it.

How were they supposed to react?

That question was creeping into both of them, but neither of them seemed able to react.

Did he get over it? What had happened all that time? And who were the new respective partners?

For these questions it will still take some time to get answers and who knows if they will ever have them ;)

I hope you'll like it<3

#mickey x reader #manjiro x reader #manjiro sano #male reader #tokyorev #tokyorevengers x reader #oneshot

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frostedfaves · 3 years

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Pairing: dark!Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader, future dark!WandaNat x fem!reader

Summary: Natasha tries to get you accustomed to your new life, and Wanda has a confession for her best friend.

Warnings: dark themes, slightly sexual content

A/N: currently wishing that Wanda and Nat teaming up to obsess over their girlfriend together had been my plan all along because I’m in love with the concept already! this part’s pretty tame compared to previous ones because it’s more of a filler chapter, but I might post 7 tomorrow to make up for it...anyway, tell me your thoughts!!

Previous part

Commotion in the connected bathroom brought you to consciousness the following morning, and you sat up to stretch as your fiery-haired captor walked into the room. Her eyes trailed over your frame shamelessly, a soft smile on her lips as she walked over to drop clothes in the laundry basket on the opposite side of the room.

“Good morning, my love. Feeling rested?”

“Yeah, I guess,” you mumbled as you rubbed your eyes, jumping back when you opened them to the sight of Natasha sitting next to you. “Fuck, you’re quiet.”

“Lots of practice, baby.” She leaned forward to peck your lips, stealing a few more quick kisses before pulling away with a grin. “I’ll make some breakfast while you get ready.”

“Ready for what? I’m not exactly allowed to leave.”

“There’s nothing out there for you!” she snapped, taking a deep breath and bringing her smile back to the surface. “I wanted to give you a proper tour of our home today, one that you could remember anyway.”

You got up and grabbed some things for the shower, deciding that it was far too early to fight with someone who had the upper hand anyway. Of course you took your time anyway, moving so slowly with showering, moisturizing and dressing that Natasha returned to the room to look for you.

“Food’s getting cold,” she huffed, arms folded across her chest as she stood in the doorway.

“Thought you couldn’t cook anyway.”

“I’ve been learning from Wanda.”

As soon as you stood up from putting on socks, she grabbed your wrist roughly and pulled you behind her on her way back to the kitchen. She then pulled out your chair and pushed you into it, taking a seat across from you and digging into her meal. The pancakes and eggs on your plate seemed surprisingly edible, and the two of you ate in silence until your plates were cleared. After washing the dishes, Natasha took hold of your hand, lacing her fingers between yours as she pulled you to your feet once more.

“I don’t want you to get bored, so you have access to every room except the bedroom at the end of the hall. I locked it so you wouldn’t be tempted to wander in there,” she told you with a wink as she led you away from the kitchen.

She showed you the spacious backyard, pointing out the different swings attached to the huge trees and the jacuzzi that was covered but ready for use. She also implied that you’d be in trouble if you were to step foot in the garage again, especially to try and escape. She trusted you enough to leave the keys on display, and wouldn’t hesitate to put you in your place if you made any moves.

She showed you a few more bedrooms (one that held whatever clothing she’d moved from the tower), and another bathroom before leading you to the main level again. There you found a third bathroom, one more bedroom, a dining room with a much bigger table and a living room with a huge television.

There was another television in the basement, even bigger than the one in the living room, and a room marked “Security” that was also off limits to you. Around another corner is where you found a gaming area. You sat on the pool table and looked around at the arcade machines and video games that were in various areas of the room. You were so lost in admiring everything that you didn’t realize Natasha was speaking to you until her hands were on your thighs, spreading them apart enough for her to step between them.

“You didn’t hear a word I said, did you?” Her tone was playful, and you felt yourself physically relaxing as her fingers ran back and forth between your hips and knees.

“No, sorry. I’ve never seen so many games in one house.”

“Well, they’re all yours now, printsessa. Really, you can have anything you want...” Her voice seemed to deepen as one of her hands landed on your lower back, her forehead leaning against yours to give you a perfect view of her eyes as they darkened with lust. “All you have to do is ask.”

Her free hand joined the other as she kissed you, pulling you closer to the edge of the pool table as she worked her tongue into your mouth. Your legs wrapped around her waist as you got lost in the feeling, breathing a little heavier as her lips separated from yours to ghost over your neck, nibbling here and there until she found a spot that made your back arch in her hold. After teasing you until you were grinding impatiently against her, she pushed you back onto the table and started unbuttoning your jeans just as someone cleared their throat.

Natasha pulled back slightly and the two of you turned your head to see Wanda in the doorway, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. You quickly sat up as Wanda walked into the room.

“I’m uh, so sorry to burst in like this, Tash. Clint is here and I also need to talk to you when he’s gone.”

“Alright, I’ll be back.”

She sighed in frustration as she forced herself to leave you while she ran upstairs, and you found yourself looking at the seemingly nervous witch while she avoided your eyes. You weren’t sure if it was the fact that she held control over your mind for a week (or possibly more), but you felt surprisingly at ease in her presence, which only made you more curious about her.

“You’re not using your powers on me right now, are you?” Your question broke the silence and caused her to finally make eye contact with you, her gaze significantly less red than the first time but still nice.

“No, of course not. Why do you ask?”

“I don’t know. I just feel weirdly peaceful around you, and I thought maybe you were doing something.”

She shook her head as her polite smile turned into a grin, and she seemed to just muster up the courage to say more to you when Natasha came downstairs again.

“Okay, Clint’s gone,” she told Wanda as she approached you again, leaving a gentle kiss on your lips and cheek. “Go play a game while we talk in the other room, baby.”

Natasha watched you jump down from the pool table obediently and head over to the nearest arcade machine, an adoring smile on her lips the entire time. She then turned to Wanda and nodded at the couch in front of the television, following her over there and sitting next to her.

“What’s going on? You seem shaky.”

“I think I should stop helping you,” Wanda told her, shrinking back a bit when Natasha frowned.

“What, you got cold feet or something?”

“No, I just have a problem and I don’t want it to get worse.” She sighed heavily, mentally reminding herself to stay calm. “I think I’m falling in love with Y/N just as quickly as you are. She’s been in my head since the night I went with you to her apartment and I thought maybe it was just physical attraction but… Honestly, I’d kill anyone if it meant being able to have her the way that you do, and I don’t think it’s fair of me to stick around when I feel this way.”

Natasha was silent for a few moments with a neutral expression, and Wanda didn’t dare listen to her thoughts in fear of hearing something she’d hate. Finally her best friend turned to her with a playful smirk.

“Well, as long as my printsessa agrees, I don’t see why we can’t share her.”

Wanda felt her muscles releasing every bit of anxiety-induced tension they held, and a timid smile appeared on her own features.

“Are you sure, though? If this isn’t something you want, I have no problem just--”

“It’s fine,” she chuckled as she grabbed Wanda’s hand to stop her from rambling. “It’s new for me, but I’m willing to try it out. Maybe our baby will listen better to both of us.”

“Our baby...I love the sound of that.”

“I do too.” She squeezed her hand with a suddenly mischievous grin as she came to a realization. “Since you’ll be joining us, I have something to show you.”

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drawing-way-outside-the-lines · 2 years

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➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖

Chapter 16 - I walk around in the clouds trying not to think about you.

Episode 6. *Back at party central, two night owls had noticed the noises from the party had calmed down, and dared to make their way up the stairs* Wyatt: Trav! *He grabbed Travis's hand as he was about to open the door leading to the roof* I prefer we keep it between you and I... for now... look I'm not hiding it or anything, I just... *he sighed soft* I prefer it to be our thing for now, without people analyzing it and asking all sorts of questions, putting pressure on it, you know? Travis: *He nodded soft* Yeah, I got it... cool.. *he smiled quick and leaned in, kissing Wyatt soft* Mmh! Just needed one more for the night then! Wyatt: *He chuckled soft* Let's... I'm fucking starving, and I smell food!

*Meanwhile the explorer group had found their way to the clothes store, and were drunkenly having a 'try on' party*

Willow: WOOOOOHAHAHAHAAHAHA *she jumped elegantly from one table to the other with a half full Champagne glass in her hand* EZRA!!! This looks EXACTLY like that shirt you wore at your graduation back in 98!!!

Ezra: *He laughed loud as he looked at the shirt Willow was now holding up against her very short, very tight, sparkly gold dress* You look like a Queen! BUY IT!!! *He yelled from the other side of the store* and pick up one for me as well! And we better pay for that stool you broke when you crash landed on it!

Willow: Woops! *She held a hand over her mouth, pretended to be innocent and shocked, then suddenly spotted a microphone on the checkout desk* Oi!!! Oi!!!! *She jumped down and eagerly ran to the counter, jumping up on it, landing elegantly on her butt with her legs crossed like a real lady, and let her long purple hair fall down her shoulder* Does this work? *she picked up the mic and smiled soft and sensual at the poor guy behind the counter*

Caleb: Yeah... sure..

Willow: *She smiled very pleased and turned it on* Tell me, Caleb *she spoke in an equally sensual tone* do you know the song *she leaned in, whispering soft in his ear*

Caleb: Mh-hm *he nodded eagerly, without a doubt already having some drool running down his chin*

Willow: *She padded his cheek with a wide grin as she pulled back* Be a good boy and fetch me an instrumental version of that real quick, and run it over the speakers!

Daniel: *He laughed loud and shook his head as he observed the shirt Ezra was holding up against Pete* Dude no! That's not him at all!

Ezra: *He chuckled soft* No, I disagree, I think it's very him!

Pete: *Clearly amused by the attention he was getting, but also feeling slightly out of place*

Ezra: Doesn't it make you feel sexy?

Pete: Ehehehhehehe *he laughed still rather high, or was he drunk? He had completely lost track between the joints and jello shots*

Daniel: Arh come on! You're a sexy guy Pete!

Pete: *He looked at himself in the mirror*

Ezra: Yeah, I mean, I'd totally bang you! ANDYYYY!!!

Andy: Huh? *He popped his head out from the dressing room he was already in*

Ezra: Join us please

Andy: *He sighed deep and rolled his eyes* I can't fucking zip these pants!

Ezra: I'll give you a hand... *he reached towards Andy in a 'come on way'*

Andy: *He chuckled hoarse and looked down himself* Well okay *he chuckled again and exited the dressing room, quickly walking the few meters to the others*

Ezra: *He snorted as he looked down Andy* Yeah you might have too much junk in that trunk to zip those!

Andy: *He looked down himself, his "junk" definitely hanging out, sorta relieved he was wearing boxers for once, scratching the back of his neck as he chuckled again* Yeah... I sorta figured... looks good on my ass tho! *he smirked cheekily as he looked back up*

Daniel: *He shrugged lightly* Anything looks good on your ass... specially my dick *he chuckled soft*

Andy: *He snorted soft* Ayyy what did you fuckers need me for anyway?

Ezra: *He grinned wide and nodded at Pete in the mirror* Doesn't this shirt make him look sexy?

Andy: *He looked at Ezra slightly annoyed* Sure

Pete: *He wrinkled his nose lightly and snorted*

Andy: *He frowned soft* Wait... you don't find yourself sexy?... you seem pretty confident overall?

Pete: *He shrugged carefree* I don't know? .... I mean, I do feel sexy from time to time, but for the most part... *he shrugged again, looking at his reflection* I'm just me!

Ezra: *He shrugged lightly* You look pretty good for a dead person, if you ask me *he winked at Pete in the mirror*

Daniel: Oh my GAWD Johnny! You can't just call people dead! *he said in as high pitch a voice as he could possibly make, which wasn't very high for his usual deep voice, mimicking the girl from earlier in the night.

Pete: *He burst out in a loud laughter* Good one!

Willow: *Over the radio* https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7hHZnvjCbVw

*Daniel and Pete, both turning their heads in the direction of Willow*

Daniel: Now THAT'S sexy!

Pete: *Nodding eagerly* Yep!

*Back in the alley*

Sam: *His trembling lips slid slowly down the side of Adrian's neck, feeling more intoxicated than he had ever felt before, the scent of Adrian hanging thick in his nostrils, he definitely hadn't had time to shower before the party, he had been sweating, his beard stubbles scratching gently against Sam's skin as Adrian pounded in and out of him, Sam barely being able to hang on, his legs wrapped around Adrian's waist, his long jacket dangling, luckily covering his bare behind after Adrian had pulled down his pants. Soft steamy sighs and deep breaths escaping him, his body completely surrendering to his Alpha*

Adrian: *A deep moan of satisfaction went through his body, the alcohol making his head feel buzzy and carefree, in this moment nothing much concerned him and the sound from the party seemed further and further away* I think *he mumbled in a deep voice*

Sam: *He moaned soft* You and I think too much....

Adrian: *He grunted soft and found his way to Sam's lips, his knees feeling momentarily weak as they connected in a deep kiss, the chilled night air heating up between them*

Sam: *He moaned soft and longing, digging his fingers into Adrian's hair*

*And in that moment, a mark was left in both of them, deep within their hearts, a mark that could never erase. A bond between a Beta and his Alpha grows different from time to time. It gets formed through strong love, a difficult experience, a traumatic episode or sometimes through great pain. And in this moment, they both felt great pain. Sam, for realizing on a very deep level that he would never feel that kind of love in Adrian's kiss or touch. Adrian cause he realized how much he wanted to give more to Sam, but no matter what he wanted, he simply couldn't*

Adrian: I can't do this *he sighed soft as he stopped his moments and leaned his forehead against Sam's*

Sam: *He sighed deep and nodded* Yeah...

Adrian: *He panted soft, lingering against Sam, not fully wanting to let go of him yet* You're right

Sam: *He bit his bottom lip as his eyes filled with tears again, digging his fingers into Adrian's jacket*

Adrian: ..... I wish it was different

Sam: *He nodded soft*

Adrian: .........

Sam: .........

Adrian: *He leaned in, kissing Sam's lips gently*

Felix: Precious! Now you're inside my brother as well!!!

Adrian: *A low growling from deep within him*

Sam: *He grabbed onto Adrian's jacket harder, demanding* Don't!

Adrian: I have no more patience for him, Sam!

Sam: Adrian *he pressed himself harder against his Alpha* You can control it!

Adrian: ..... What if I don't want to?!

Sam: *He sighed soft and let go of Adrian's waist, feeling Adrian slip out of himself, whispering against his lips* You have to, or you lose yourself. Find something deep within you that is strong enough for you to hold onto. Something that keeps you grounded. For Akin it's Evan. For other Alpha's it can be the moon, kids, family, a memory, a place, a song, a scent...it's up to you to find your anchor.

Adrian: *A soft growl within him, as he felt hair starting to stand up on his arms*

Reena: Sam *her voice was firm yet calm as she out of the dark grabbed onto him* Get out of his way!

Adrian: *A loud growl leading into a roar as he pounded his fists into the wall where Sam had just stood*

Sam: I gotta go! *he tried to pull away from Reena as they no stood on the roof top*

Reena: NO! Sam! He's too far gone right now!

Sam: If someone sees them! What i-

Reena: SAM!! You know better than this!!! That is on the two of them, if they get themselves in trouble, THEY pay! No need to get yourself caught in the middle!

Sam: You're the one who told me to get in trouble! *he looked at her with a deep frown*

Reena: Not this kind, Sam.

Odette: What's happening?! *She joined the two of them with a worried look*

Reena: Felix and Adrian*she nodded towards the street below*

Odette: *She rushed to the edge of the roof, looking down* He's gonna tear Adrian apart!

Reena: *She looked confused* You mean Felix

Odette: No *she shook her head, looking at Reena, obviously startled although she kept her usual calm, slowly taking off her leather jacket* Felix is a rogue wolf. He would rather kill Adrian than losing him. *She jumped up on the ledge of the balcony and without a warning dived over the edge*

Sam: *He ran to the ledge, just in time to see a black crow soar through the air, landing as a fully shifted wolf only few meters from the already fighting Adrian and Felix*

Odette: *She howled loud and Sam could hear her communicate to the wolves below* Felix! That's enough! Back off! This is public territory! If you have to fight, we take it to the clinic! There are rules and right now you are both crossing them!

Felix: *He growled back loud and intimidating*

Odette: *She answered even louder*

Adrian: *He growled low, angry, fierce, Sam could feel the growl all the way to his palms, pressed against the cold ledge. And then he charged at Odette with no further warning, biting into her throat and slammed her on the ground*

Odette: *She whimpered loudly, but quickly got on her feet, somewhat limping a bit to the side, observing the others with a bowed defeated posture. Very unlike her to back down or show fear*

Reena: *She frowned deep as she looked at Sam* I don't agree with Odette. Felix might be rogue, but Sam... Adrian is a Sigma.... he's the purest form of wolf, and Felix has crossed him. You saw how easily he took Odette down... I'm sorry, but I have to take him down before he hurts someone else, especially before he hurts a human! *She looked at Sam with firm eyes and pulled a whip out of her belt, an Amazon woman taking up a fight meant business, and could very well end up very bad for the one she would be fighting* What is his anchor?

Sam: He doesn't have any...

Reena: Everyone has an anchor, Sam, you know that! Even humans do! *She sighed deep* think about it... what is he most connected to! Think fast! *She said, then she jumped off the 3 story tall roof and landed on the sidewalk as if it had just been a jump from a couch*

Sam: *He shook his head soft* How am I supposed to-

River: What's going on? *he joined Sam, a guitar trapped in his hand* is everything alr-

Sam: *He looked at the guitar* Shit!! *He quickly rushed to the stereo* River lend me your ipod!

River: Uhm sure! *He quickly dug it out of his pocket and handed it to Sam*

Ben: *He was starting to grow anxious and dared his way to the edge, to look down at the street, right away spotting the 3 large wolves and Reena slowly approaching them, like a hunter stalking their prey* I-is that-

River: *He looked concerned in the direction of Ben* ..... Wyatt! Get yourself, Travis and Ben inside and lock the front door! Now!

Wyatt: *He quickly stood up and hurried towards Ben, grabbing his arm and dragged him after him*

Ben: B-but!!! *he kept pointing in the direction of the street as Wyatt and Travis dragged him off the roof*

Sam: *He quickly found a cover song by Andy, and put it on the loud speakers, upping the volume, so Adrian without a doubt would hear it on the street below* https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yhAlVxcE3QA

River: *He nodded at Jackall*

Jackall: *He hurried to the edge and looked down. At first it looked as if the wolves didn't pay attention, but then Felix slowly looked up at Jackall, making eye contact, and for the first time ever, Jackall was scared of Felix's wolf form, taking a couple steps backwards, as he kept observing the large animals, just in time to see Felix throw his neck backwards and howl an ear piercing howl*

Sam: Fuck! That's a territorial howl! Not a good idea!! *he quickly ripped the wire from the ipod out of the stereo and looked at River with desperation painted all over his face*

River: *He had never seen Sam scared before, a million thoughts flying through his head, but he knew very little of wolves, although his own partner, Evan, was one, he had always tried to not get too involved, a decision he came to regret in this moment* What is an anchor, Sam?!?

Sam: *He looked towards the edge as a loud gasp sounded from Jackall*

Jackall: They are tearing each other apart! *he looked at them both with fear in his eyes* Adrian is going to kill him!

River: SAM! What is an anchor??!!!

Sam: Uhm *he shook his head confused* the very thing that keeps a person centered, the one thing you hold onto, that keeps you grounded when everything goes wrong and pushes you over the edge*

River: *He frowned soft* Well that's easy, Sam!

Sam: ......

River: *He shoved the guitar he had been holding, into Sam's hand* It's you, Sam!

Sam: .... no but he-

River: Sam! Who does Adrian go to every single time he has trouble?! Who made Adrian open up in the first place? Who made Adrian become more social and who is the fault that he became much more tolerable?

Sam: *He looked questioning at the guitar*

River: Sam! There's no time to overthink this one!

Sam: *He looked around* But how do I plug it in?

River: Sing loud enough and I'm sure those wolf ears will hear it! *He frowned deep and nodded at the guitar* Play!

Sam: *He sighed deep and looked at the strings, not knowing what to do with himself*

River: It doesn't matter.. as long as it comes from the heart....

Sam: *He frowned soft, took a deep breath, and allowed his fingers to connect with the strings* https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZpxW75yi0MI

Odette: *She looked towards the roof, as Sam's voice connected with her ears, and out of awe, she shifted into her human form, quickly walking towards Reena, grabbing her hand* No! Stand back!

Reena: *She tilted her head as Sam's words caught her attention* I didn't think he had it in him?

Felix: *He paused mid growl and glared towards the roof*

Adrian: *He snarled at Felix, then paused just as he was about to charge at the smaller wolf again, he tilted his head, then slowly turned around, looking towards the roof, freezing completely in his movements, his heavy quick breathing instantly beginning to slow down*

*It was as if time stood still for a moment, and all that was heard was Sam's words, filling the cold night air with a warmth that felt and smelled mostly like spring*

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Cabin - Jung Hoseok

Requested by: No one.

Request: -

Prompts: B73— “I could watch you ride me all day.” // B77— “If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?” // B84— “Say my name,” “Louder,”

A/N: Just a little something for Hoseok’s birthday, It’s not much, but I still wanted to do something for his birthday, but also not just for him, but for all his fans and people that adore him *Glancing at my friend* because I’m aware that there really aren’t a lot of imagines out there, so here is at least one more for him.

Warnings: Fluff, Smut, Established relationship, Dom!(Y/n)?, Sub!Hoseok?, (Y/n) takes the lead and dominates Hoseok, Explicit language, detailed sex scene, teasing, begging, fingering, clit stimulation, oral (female receiving), slight hair pulling, handjob, unprotected sex (use protection), releasing inside her, aftercare.

Age Warning: I can’t stop anyone from any age reading this, but I’ll put the warning down anyway, please do not interact or read if you’re under the age of 18.

W/C: 5 236.

Tags: @taichoushadow

It was late in the afternoon and the sun was just starting to go down when Hoseok stepped into the cabin with [Y/n] not far behind, she moves around him after pulling the door shut and begins removing her gloves.

It was their four-year anniversary, and they had rented out a cabin away from their busy lives to take a moment to appreciate each other in silence, it was the silent moments with each other that always made everything worth it, and by silent moments, she meant the moment away from everything and everyone, and it would just be them in each other’s presence, nothing and nobody there to interrupt them during any type of moment, soft and sweet moments, or hot and sexy moments.

“How long do you think our snowman will survive?” Hoseok asks as he glances out the window, they had built a snowman for the majority of the day and they only just managed to finish it, she looks out the window and stares at it for a moment before lifting her shoulders in a shrugging motion.

“Maybe a few days, or weeks.” [Y/n] says while moving her gaze onto him, he looks away from the window and turns to look at her, his thick dark brown hair, that almost appeared to be black most of the time, fell over his warm dark eyes, his plump lips had a smile on them.

“With how the sun is beating down, maybe just a few days.” He says while removing his gloves, he places them near the heater to allow them to dry, she places her gloves next to his, a smile on her lips.

“You never know, it could get colder during the night, it does feel a little chilly right now.” She says, he moves closer to her making her step back until her back hits the wall, Hoseok lean closer and placed his hand against the wall just next to her head.

“Then we should produce some more heat into this cabin before nightfall.” He says, she slightly lifts her head to meet his eyes, she could see them visibly darken as they became clouded with lust, her eyes slowly moves away from his and lower, over his lips, his neck before falling onto the black clothing that seemed to fit him so perfectly. “I asked a question.” Her eyes flicker back to his.

“It didn’t sound like a question to me.” She says as she lifts her hands, her fingers curl around the fabric of his coat before pushing him slightly backwards and turn them around. “I would gladly answer you if you had asked, but it didn’t sound like one.” She backs him up against the wall, and leans closer to him, slightly moving to stand on the balls of her feet, the thick soles on hers shoes making her almost the same height as him, but even without shoes, she was almost as tall as he was.

As much as he loved to be in control, he became weak when she took charge and led them, she knew what she wanted, and she always got what she wanted from him, from ordering him around to making him lay back on the bed and keep his hands to himself, which was a challenge when the only thing he wanted to do was touch her, she, however, would never tie him, just swat his hands away with a playful smirk on her lips, but if he ever didn’t listen to her, she would definitely tie his hands to keep him from misbehaving.

She presses her lips against his, her eyes falling shut along with his, her tongue runs along his bottom lip before his lips part, she takes his bottom lip between her lips, lightly nibbling on it before tugging on it and releasing it, she opens her eyes to look at him and found that his eyes were still closed, one hand releases his jacket and moves up to his face, her fingers gently trace over his cheek before moving over his lips, his eyes open to stare at her with half-lidded eyes, her eyes following what her hand was doing for a moment, her hand falls away from his face and back to his jacket, gripping it tightly before pushing it off his shoulders, stopping when it reached his elbows, she pulls him closer to her and meets his eyes.

“I’m in charge tonight.” She says before pulling him away from the wall using his jacket. “And you’re going to be begging for me, begging for me to ride you.” He could feel his cock twitch, and it hardens, the thought of her dominating him excited him. “You’re going to be a begging mess for me, asking for me, begging me if you could touch me.” She pulls his jacket down completely and tosses it aside, she takes hold of his hand and turns towards the hallway that led to the bedroom, they enter the bedroom, the curtains were pulled open and had a beautiful view of the sunset, she turns to him as she releases his hand, she moved her hand to the zip on her jacket and undoes it.

“Aren’t you going to help undress me?” She asks in a soft innocent tone, he reaches out and takes hold of her jacket, gently pulling it down her arms before releasing it to fall to the floor, his hands move to the hem of her long-sleeved shirt and begins lifting it upwards, he could feel the heat radiating from her body onto his hands, his knuckles so close to touching her skin as he removes the shirt, he drops it to the floor as well, and she turns around, her back facing him. “Don’t forget my bra.” His hands move towards the clasp, he unclasps it and reaches for the straps, pulling them down her shoulders and down her arms. “Okay, that’s enough for now.” The bra dropped to the floor, and she could feel her nipples harden from the cold.

She turns around to face him and steps closer to him, her hands move to the hem of his shift and lifted it upwards, making sure that her knuckles were brushing along his skin, feeling his toned stomach, he lifts his arms and allows her to remove his shirt, it falls the floor and her eyes move down to his toned body, her fingers slowly move over his skin, feeling his warmth underneath her touch, she takes her bottom lip between her teeth while moving her hands lower and lower before stopping at his jeans, she could feel herself growing wet at the idea of teasing him, making him beg, beg for her.

“Actually… go sit on the bed.” She orders him as she steps away from him, he swallows but moves towards the bed and took a seat at the edge of it. “Remove your shoes and socks, they're only going to make the bed dirty.” As if the bed wasn’t going to be dirty at the end of the night, he bends over and unlaces his shoes, pulling them off before taking his socks off, she watches as he basically tosses them aside before sitting upright to watch her, she bends over and unlaces her shoes, making sure to give him a view of her breasts as she does, she steps out of them before removing her socks.

“[Y/n].” Hoseok whispers, feeling his cock press against the fabric of his underwear and jeans, it wanted to be freed and stand tall and proud in front of her, he shifts on the bed, trying to find a comfortable position, his eyes never leaving her as she teased him, she stands upright, making sure to face him.

“Already begging for me or are you moaning?” She asks while bringing her hands up to her neck, slightly tilting her head to the side, she slowly caresses her neck before sliding her hands down to her chest, making sure to cup her tits. “Oh, mh, Hobi…” Hoseok placed his hands on the bed, gripping the edge of it as he heard her moaning his name, she gently squeezes her tits, parting her lips as she did. “Hm, that feels so good, Hobi… oh.” Her eyes fall on him, watching him as he leans forward, her thumb moves over her hardened nipple, playing with it. “Oh, oh, Hoseok…” Her voice as soft like silk as she moans out his name, he takes his bottom lip between his teeth as he could do nothing but sit and stare. “Oh, how I wish it was your hands touching me instead.” She could see his eyes flickering up to her face, he could see the teasing smirk on her lips, almost daring him to move, but he knew better, he needed to wait, she wanted him to be a begging mess before she would even allow him to touch her. “Are you liking the view infant of you, Hobi?” He could hear the teasing tone as she spoke.

“I love it, absolutely love it, I’m so in love with the view in front of me.” He says, trying to keep his voice even, but she could hear the strain in it, she knew what kind of an effect she had on him. “Please let me worship the view, please.” Her hands release her tits and slowly moves over her belly, stroking her sides before her fingers hooked the band of her pants.

“Are you becoming impatient?” She asks as she slowly pushes her pants down, his eyes fall towards her pants and watches as it moves lower and lower, revealing not enough, yet just enough for his mind to wander and his cock to harden.

“No.” He whispers as he shifts on the bed, his hard cock becoming uncomfortable in his pants. “No, no, I’m not.” Her pants move lower and lower, she bends over as she removes it, stepping out from them and moving them aside. “Fuck… [Y/n].” The only thing blocking his view from seeing her pussy were the panties that were still covering her, she stands upright and lifts her arm, extending it out towards him before making a ‘come here’ motion with her finger, he quickly obeys and scrambles to his feet and approaches her.

“Get on your knees.” [Y/n] demands once he was in front of her, he sinks down to his knees in front of her and looks up at her, ready to listen to each and every order she would give him. “I want you to use your teeth when you take them off.” He nods his head and leans closer, his eyes moving to the fabric that was covering her soaking pussy, he plants a soft kiss on her abdominal and hips before moving his lips to the fabric, his teeth lightly scrape over her skin as he takes the fabric between his teeth, she could feel his nose brushing against her mound, causing a shiver of excitement to run up her spine, he glances up at her before lowering down, pulling her panties down as he does, she steps out of them once she felt them around her ankles and was past him, he releases her panties and turns around to watch her, watch her every movement. “Come on, don’t just wait there on your knees.”

She sits down at the edge of the bed and slightly spreads her legs, giving him a small preview of what was waiting for him, he knew better than to get to his feet, instead, he lowered down to his hands and crawled towards her, his eyes moving between her legs and catching a glimpse of how soaked she was, one of her hands were caressing her tit while the other one was on the bed, he stops in front of her and looks up at her face, his eyes meeting hers as she stared down at him, she spreads her legs as she leans forward.

‘Touch me, Hob.” It sounded like a moan when she spoke, he sits up on his knees and placed a hand on her knee, sliding it wards her glistering heat. “Start with one, I’ll tell you when I’m ready for another one.” His fingers ghostly brush over her outer lips, stroking up and down before slipping a finger between them, gliding his finger along her inner lips, stroking up and down along her wet heat, collecting her wetness onto his finger, she spreads her legs wider, allowing him more space to work with before laying back on the bed.

His finger circles around her clit causing pleasure to run through her veins, it almost felt like fire was coursing through her when he brushed his finger over her clit, circling the sensitive nub and moving his finger back and forth, from side to side, his finger slides down to her entrance and circles it before dipping the tip of his finger into her soaking entrance, her lips part as she felt him turn and twist his finger as he slides it deeper into her sopping hole, his continues to twist and turn his finger inside her as he slips it in and out of her.

“Oh… oh.” She breathes out as she felt his finger almost reaching the most sensitive spot inside her. “Add another, a second one.” She felt his finger slip out before slipping back inside, but this time with a second finger joining. “Oh, Hobi, mh.” He curls his fingers inside her, brushing them against her walls. “Mhm.” The room became warmer as she seconds passed, her chest rose up and down with each breath she took when she felt his fingers move inside her. “Another one.” She felt a third finger enter her, stretching her walls. “Fuck.” He glances down to his hardening member, seeing the tent it had formed in his jeans, he could only hope that he could get rid of them soon, he looks up at her, slightly moving higher to watch her expression, the blissful expression that covered her facial features as he fingered her, her high was slowly building, a tightening feeling forming in her lower abdomen, her fingers toyed with her nipple while her other hand lightly gripped the bedsheets.

“Taste them, tase your fingers.” His movements halt inside her before pulling his fingers from her, was she teasing herself or was she teasing him? He had felt her walls clench around his fingers, and if she had done it purposely, he wouldn’t know, she props her body up onto her elbows to watch him, he brings his hand to his mouth and wraps his plush lips around his fingers, meeting her eyes as he does. “Do I taste good?” He slowly slips his fingers from his mouth, swirling his tongue around them to clean them, they leave his mouth with a light ‘pop’ “Well?”

“You taste delicious, as always.” He says, she could see his lips glistening from her wetness, his tongue darts out and slides across his lips, collecting the bit that was left behind on his lips, she licks her lips as she watches him.

“Then suck on my clit, dear.” She demands, he moves closer to her, and she lifts her legs and placed them over his shoulders, she could feel his breath against her soaking heat as his lips inched closer and closer, using his hand to spread her folds, his lips connect with her sensitive clit, placing a kiss on it before his tongue darts out and flicks over the nub, her hand moves to his hair, threading her fingers through them. “Oh fuck, Hobi, fuck.” His tongue swirls around the sensitive nub, feeling it twitch every few seconds, she could feel the familiar tightening feeling in her lower abdomen returning and building, his lips wrap around the nub. “HOBI!” Pleasure courses through her veins and stars started to appear in front of her at the pleasurable sensation.

Her abdomen muscles contracted as she felt him starting to suck on the nub, her lips part and her head fall back, her heels dig into his shoulder blades as her toes curl in pleasure, gasping each time she felt his tongue flick over the nub, the grip she had on his hair tightens as the pleasure increased, her mind fell blank as bliss completely washed over her, she was close, so damn close to her high, her other hand gripped the sheets, pulling at it.

“Fu— OH!” She moans out, she felt his fingers stroking her folds as he sucked on her clit. “Hoseok, Oh, OH.” She could feel her body starting to shake with pleasure, her eyelids fall close and a sudden burst of pleasure explodes inside her, her toes uncurl with pleasure as she loudly moans his name. “HOSEOK, OH, HOBI!” She releases his hair as she collapsed back onto the bed, his tongue circles around his nub as he eases her through her high, his lips disappear from her clit, and she slowly opens her eyes while taking in a deep breath. “Fuck.” She sits upright to look at him and saw his lips, nose and chin glistening with her wetness, he brings his hand to his face and cleans his mouth. “Get rid of your jeans.”

He quickly stood from the floor and undoes his belt and jeans, carefully taking them off along with his underwear, he steps out of them and stood up straight to look at her, waiting for her next order, his cock slaps against his abdomen as it gets released from its hold, her eyes move down to his cock, seeing it standing tall and proud, clear liquid leaking from the slit on the head, she pats the mattress as her eyes slowly move up his torso and to his face.

“Come, lay down on the bed, get comfortable.” She says, he moves closer to the end and moves past her as he climbs onto the bed, he lays down in the middle of it, pushing some of the pillows away and pulling one to rest underneath his head, she turns around and moves onto the bed, extending her legs next to his torso as she watches him, she placed her hand on his thigh and gently massages the spot. “Are you going to be good for me, Hobi?”

“Yes, yes, I’ll be good for you.” He says, she could hear it in his tone, he already sounded like he was begging for her to touch him, he moves his hands towards her legs, caressing her calves.

“I thought you said that you’re going to be for me.” She says as she felt his hand sliding over her leg. “Yet, here you are, being bad and touching me when you know you’re not allowed to touch any part of me.” His hand moves away from her and instead gripped the sheets between his fingers, her hand moves up his thigh and towards his erect cock, her hand wraps around his length and slides up to the head of his cock, her thumb slides over the tip of his cock, collecting the clear liquid onto her thumb and spreads it around the tip of his cock.

“Mhm.” He whimpers as he feels her touch, feeling her teasing the head of his cock, her hand moves down his length to the base of his cock before moving back up to the tip, spreading the clear liquid over his length, she releases his cock and straddles his thigh, using her knee to spread his legs and keep them spread, her soaking pussy inches away from his thigh. “[Y/n].” Her name falling from his lips in a whimper, her hand once again wraps around his length, his hand moves to touch her thigh, causing her to swat at his hand.

“Do not touch, or you’ll wait longer.” She says, he lets out a groan and grabs the sheets, pulling at it in almost frustration, her other hand moves to his balls and gently caresses them.

“O— mhm.” He whimpers as her hand comes in contact with his sensitive balls, just hearing him whimper turned her on even more, causing her to become wetter to the point where her wetness slid down her thigh and onto his. “[Y/n].” Her hand gently massages his balls while her other hand continued to move up and down his length, feeling the veins on his cock underneath her touch, feeling every inch of him, he pushes his head into the pillow as his jaw slacks and his lips part, her thumb circles the slit on his head, teasing him. “[Y/n]… please, baby.” His voice begging her to do more, she unwraps her hand from his length and moves it between her legs, his eyes snap open, and he lifts his head to see what had happened to her hand, he sees her rubbing herself with her hand, coating it with her wetness. “Oh… fuck.” She takes her bottom lip between her teeth as she strokes herself, collecting her wetness to spread over his cock, and he knew that was what she was planning on doing.

“I’m so soaking wet for you, Hobi, fuck, I can’t believe you made me this wet.” She says. “Oh, I can feel the mess that I’ve made on your thigh.” He presses his head into the pillow, feeling how her wetness slides over his thigh.

“Fuck…” He mutters. “Please.” He lifts his head to look at her. “Please.” He desperately wanted to touch her, she pulls her hand away from her soaking pussy and wraps it around his length, his eyelids fall shut at the warm wet feeling around his length, the way her hand clamped down around him. “Fuck.”

“Please, what?” She asks as she slides her hand up and down his length, coating him with her wetness as she does. “Use your words, Hobi.”

“Let me touch you, please.” He pleads, he wanted to feel her skin underneath his touch, even if he could just hold her thigh or her hand, he needed to touch some part of her, his hand releases the sheets, hoping that she would allow him to caress her, any part of her.

“No.” Her answer was short. “Not yet.” And he should have expected that answer, he shouldn’t have hoped for her to say yes.

“Then please, please stop teasing me so much, please, baby, do something, I want to feel you wrapped around me, fuck.” He was so desperate to have her on top of him, to be inside her and feel her walls pulse around him, his voice was barely above a whisper as he begged, pleaded. “OH!”

“If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning, Hobi?” She asks before gently squeezing his balls, he bends his legs at the pleasure running through them, his thigh rubs against her soaking heat. “Oh.” She stops her hand movements. “So needy for me.” She unwraps her hand from his length and releases his balls. “So damn needy.” She straddles his hips, sitting on her knees, hovering just above his length, she could feel the head of cock just poking her below her clit, she placed one hand on his chest while her other hand disappeared between them, she takes hold of his length and moves him between her folds, coating him even more with her wetness.

“[Y/n], please.” His tone sounded so desperate, he wanted to thrust upwards but knew he had to be patient to avoid injuring himself and killing the mood. “Ride me, please, ride me, baby.” She moves the head of his cock to her entrance and slips the head inside her. “Oh.” His hand falls down to the bed as she slowly lowers down onto his length, the feeling of him filling and stretching her caused her lips to part, she tilts her head back, he uses that chance to touch her, placing a hand on her hip, she releases his cock and swats at his hand and lifts her head to look at him.

“No touching.” She says, his hand releases her hip and falls to the bed, she could see the frustration and desperation in his eyes, she sinks down on him completely, taking all of him inside her. ‘You keep saying that you’re going to be good for me, and then you keep breaking the rules, baby.” she placed her other hand on his torso as well and lifts herself from his length, feeling him brush along her walls as he slowly started to slip out of her, she stops once only the head remained inside her before lowering back down onto him.

The sound of her wetness as she lifted and lowered her hips filled the room, her hands on his chest as she stared down at him while riding him, her pace quickening as the second's pass, his hands pulled at the sheets, keeping himself from touching her.

“Was this your plan all along for today?” she asks. “To get me all cold outside so you can heat me up like this?” the sound of their breathy moans joined in with the sound of her wetness, a barely noticeable layer of sweat coated her skin while a noticeable layer coated his. “How did that plan work out for you?”

“[Y/n]!” He moans out as he feels her walls beginning to clench around his length, she was even teasing him while riding him. “[Y/n], Oh, oh, mhm.” His eyes fell onto her tits as they bounced up and down while she rode him.

“That’s it, say my name, Hobi.” She breathes out.

“[Y/n]!” He moans out feeling pleasure running through him.

“Louder.” She demands. “I want to hear how much pleasure I’m causing you.” the sun outside lowered down enough to enter the bedroom, filling the room with its last golden rays for the day, it moves over the bed, shining down on them as she rides him, lighting their skin with the golden light, Hoseok caught sight of it, of her skin underneath the golden rays.

“[Y/N]!” A loud moan escapes from his lips as her walls pulse around him. “PLEASE, [Y/N]!” A satisfied smirk covers her lips, she reaches for his hands and places one hand on her breast and moves his other hand between her legs. “I could… fuck.” His voice raspy as he spoke. “I could watch you… ride me all day.” His fingers clamp down on her clit as soon as she released them, his other hand playing with her swollen nipple.

“Oh… FUCK, FUCK, HOSEOK!” She moans as she feels him toy with her sensitive nub and her nipple, he rolls the nub between his fingers causing more pleasure to run through her, she could feel a tightening feeling building in her lower abdomen again, this time faster than before, she placed her hands back onto his chest, allowing him to do what he pleases with her nipple and clit. “HOBI!”

“[Y/N]!” The pleasure was building up between them, he could feel his cock twitching as he neared his orgasm, his stomach muscles twitching as her walls clench around him, milking him for an orgasm, he bucks his hips, thrusting upwards, his eyes fall shut with pleasure.

“HOSEOK!” She moans as she feels his cock hitting the most sensitive spot inside her, and with the way his fingers rolled her clit between them sent her over the edge faster than she expected, her mind became blank with pleasure as her body shakes, her eyes squeezed shut as her pace slowed down, slowly riding out her orgasm, the feeling her releasing around his cock and the way her warm walls clamped down around him caused his mind to fall into a euphoric state as he releases inside her, coating her walls with his load, she comes to a complete half on top of him, her sense slowly returning to her, she could feel his fingers still toying with her clit and nipple. ‘Do you want a third orgasm out of me?” She took hold o this hand on her tit and pulled it away.

“I love it when you release around me, so yes.” He says as he continues to rub her clit, she takes his hand between her legs and pulls it away, interlacing their fingers, she leans over and closer to him, her chest presses up against his, she stops inches away from his lips.

“Maybe later you can have that wish.” She whispers. “But not right now, I think that’s enough or right now before it starts to hurt.” Her lips brush over his soft ones, kissing him passionately, she pulls away from the kiss and lays her forehead against his and stares into his warm brown eyes, they were the kind of warm brown that could melt anything. “I’m going to take a bath, do you want to join me?”

“When have I ever said no to taking a bath with you?” He asks, she smiles at him and pecks his lips before lifting her hips, his cock that was slowly growing limp slips out of her, and she climbs off of him, she moves to the edge of the bed, ready to get up and go to the bathroom when she felt how shaky her legs were. “Was it that good, beautiful?” He stood from the bed and felt that his own legs felt like jelly. “Here, let me help you to the bathroom.” He helps her to her feet and guides her towards the bathroom. “Use the toilet while I start filling the tub for us, okay?” She nods her head, and he carefully lets her go, her shaky legs carry her to the toilet while Hoseok starts to fill the tub. “I just want to say, you looked so beautiful in the sunset.” He looks at her just as she closes the lid of the toilet and flushes it.

“Oh, I did?” she asks. “I didn’t even notice it lighting the room.” She walks towards him, starting to feel the cold winter air entering the bathroom and surrounding them.

“You looked absolutely breathtaking in that light, especially while you were enjoying the bliss of the moment.” He says and helps her climb into the tub, the warm water envelops her as she lowers down into it, he climbs into the tub with her and positions himself behind her. “How are you feeling?” The tub continues to fill as he begins to check on her, wanting to know if she was all right after the intimate moment between them.

“I’m good.” She says and looks over her shoulder at him. “I’m feeling good, and you?” He leans closer to her and gently places a kiss on her shoulder blade.

“I’m feeling good also.” He says, he closes the water and wraps his arms around her, he pulls her against him as he leans back against the tub. “How did you feel during it, any discomfort?”

“No, no discomfort, and you, did you feel any discomfort?” She asks.

“No, it was perfect.” He says. “Unless you have any complaints.” A soft smile tugs at the corner of her lips.

“No, no complaints.” She says before her smile fades a little. “But, uh, do you think they would keep any extra sheets in the cabin?”

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misslilli · 3 years

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Felix Felicis

MSR. AU. PG-13. | tagging @today-in-fic | read on AO3

Chapter 21 - The Halloween Fair

[ DS ]

On the afternoon of the Halloween fair, I take out the costume that Miss Hannigan picked out for me from the closet. Ever since I’ve got it, I’m beyond excited to wear it. It’s a black low-cut shirt, a white, checkered suit with a blazer that ties at the waist and a flaring skirt. As I put on the blonde wig and the black beret, I turn to the mirror channeling my best inner Faye Dunaway and say to myself in a breathy, southern lilt: “My, my, don’t you just look dandy, Miss Bonnie Parker!”

My friends have been roped into manning the booths of the fair and somehow, I’ve slipped under the town people’s radars, which leaves me able to roam around the fair, albeit alone. Since I’ve known most people in this town ever since I was little, I’m never actually alone at these happenings, people tend to just pull me into their conversation as I walk by. But as luck will have it, as I’m rounding one of the booths of the fair, I find myself face to face with the one person I had secretly hoped to see.

He’s wearing a brown tweed suit with a matching waistcoat and over the white collared shirt he’s tied an emerald green tie. Perched on his head is a white fedora. ‘Shit. He’s Clyde. What the fuck?’

We stop in our tracks and stare at each other for a moment, taking in our respective costumes. He’s the first one to regain his ability to speak.

“Hey Bonnie, the laws are outside, they’re blockin’ the driveway!” His Warren Beatty impression is perfect right down to the Texan drawl. ‘God help me…’

“Gosh, I hope you’ve parked the getaway car around the corner, Clyde!” I’m putting on my best Faye Dunaway impression again as I add a wink to my statement and just continue to walk past him. My heart thumping hard against my chest betrays my cool exterior, but that’s my secret and my secret alone.

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[ FM ]

When we finally get to the Halloween fair that Felix has roped me into, dressed up in a costume I didn’t even pick myself. We trail the grounds together and we’re drawn to the candy apple booth. Well actually, Felix draws us to this exact booth, the little sneak, but I can’t resist his pout and pleading eyes, so we end up getting an apple each. Munching away happily, his mouth full, he asks the question I’ve been too scared to ask myself: “Hey dad, do you think Miss Scully is here too with her friends?” I hope she is, if only to see what kind of costume she has picked out for herself, but I can’t tell Felix that. Instead, I just shrug and we continue our stroll across the town square.

When we round another booth, we both stop in our tracks as we see a blonde woman appear before us , dressed in a checkered suit and a beret on her head. ‘Bonnie. She’s the freakin’ Bonnie to your Clyde. Your sidekick. No, your partner in crime. The woman you love. In the movie of course. Insert awkward cough.’.

Felix is oblivious of course, he hasn’t seen the movies and I doubt he even knows what my costume is, let alone Miss Scully’s. I scrape together the last braincells that are left in my head and a stupid movie quote is the only thing I can think of at this moment.

“Hey Bonnie, the laws are outside, they’re blockin’ the driveway!” The retort she gives me combined with her wink render me speechless until she’s well past me and Felix, mingling with the small crowd that welcomes her into their midst just a few feet away from us.

Felix does the thing I wish I could bring myself to do, staring at her retreating form in wonder and he also speaks the words that have sprung to my own mind.

“Wow!”

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[ DS ]

Countless conversations later and a little tipsy on the delicious apple cider they always serve at the Halloween fair, I wander along the booths when I hear a voice I haven’t heard in over a year. And could’ve gone forever not hearing again. It’s my ex-whatever Steve, talking to one of his friends.

I’m hidden pretty well in the crowd of people due to my shortness but I can still catch flashes of their conversation. When I hear my name, I stop, straining my ears.

“Dana? Oh God, no. She’s not even close to being a serious contender for a relationship.” I wince at his statement as well as the tone of his voice. “She’s just always there, you know? Like a well trained Golden Retriever, I say the word and she comes running. Such an easy lay!” When they share a laugh I can feel the flush of shame and anger crawl up my neck.

The situation he describes is exactly what I’ve spent countless hours in therapy getting over. But what he says next really drives a stake through my heart. “It’s so pathetic, but if it’s what I have to do to get laid, whatever. She’s even dirtier in bed than any hot teacher fantasy you could ever imagine and what they say about good Catholic girls is very, very accurate, if you know what I mean!”

If he weren’t the demon I have to face every time I try to get over my past, I would’ve revealed myself and give his ass a good kicking for talking about me the way he has. But not knowing how I’ll react to being face-to-face with him, I stay hidden behind a group of mummies and zombies like a fucking coward.

I’m so furious with him and myself for not being able to stand up to him. Where the hell are my friends when I need them? I haven’t seen them all evening and I could really use their company to talk some sense into me. Since they’re nowhere to be found, I head towards the bar set up in the back and slide onto a stool, ordering a shot of Tequila. ‘Fuck it! That low-life is not even worth your time of day!’

On the surface, I’m so angry I want to set this whole damn place on fire, but deep down, the past hurt resurfaces to join the hurt from his words I just heard.

By the time I’ve downed my second shot, I’ve repeated the mantra that I’m a strong woman who’s better off without men in my head about a thousand times. I see someone slide onto the stool next to me out of the corner of my eye as I order another shot of Tequila to keep the two empty glasses in front of me company.

“A third shot of Tequila is just asking for trouble, if you ask me.” I turn my head slowly towards my bar-mate to tell him exactly where to shove his smart-ass remark when I’m faced with my supposed partner in crime, the charming one with the disarmingly innocent smile on his stupid face. I’m staring him down defiantly, my eyes never leaving his while the bartender places my glass in front of me and I grab it, downing it in a swift motion, daring him in my mind to say anything else. He doesn’t comment, good for him, and orders a shot for himself, just raising his glass silently and I clink it with my empty one – I’m tipsy, not insane, chasing one shot with another.

We’re staring straight ahead during our conversation, turning our glasses over and over between our fingers.

“Which guy seems to be the problem and how many rounds of ammo do I need to take him out?,” he asks after minutes of silence. I want to lean into him for just assuming that it’s a man that has me sitting here seething, but unfortunately, he’s right. This one time.

“How many rounds you got?” He scoffs at that.

“Plenty. And I know of exactly eleven ways to get rid of a body without raising suspicion.”

“And here I was thinking the FBI frowned upon their employees giving out top-level secrets on how to hide away evidence of a crime committed.”

“I’m not going to tell you, I wouldn’t want you to be held in contempt of Congress when questioned.”

“How do you know I wouldn’t rat you out when questioned by Congress?”

“Just a hunch… Talk to me, Red. What happened tonight?” He turns towards me and I can feel his gaze dancing over the skin of my face.

“You really want to know? Well, turns out the asshole of an ex of mine decided that today might be the perfect time to make an encore appearance in my life and reminded me again why I should’ve kicked him to the curb a long time ago instead of hoping I could change him.” Looking down at the bar, I trace my finger through the condensation drops, my anger slowly dissipating and my voice growing more and more quiet. “I heard him say some pretty awful things about me tonight.”

I relax into his hand when he places it comfortingly on my back, right between my shoulder blades, and huff out a sigh. “I’m sorry.,” is the only thing he says, but doesn’t add anything else, giving me the choice if I wanted to elaborate or not.

“What I witnessed today was the way he’s always been but I just couldn’t see through the masquerade of the sweet guy, he was so kind and said all the right things and he quite literally wooed the pants off me from the get-go.”

“Love bombing.” ‘Oh yeah, I forgot, you’re a profiler. You probably already got one worked out for me, trust-issues, anxious attachment style, possibly daddy issues, in short, a hot mess. Avoid at all costs.’

“Pretty much, yeah. And I was stupid enough to believe it.” I raise my hand to call over the bartender for another round.

“You’re not stupid. It’s hard to tell the difference between genuine interest and love bombing in the beginning.” ‘Yeah, no shit Sherlock. It’s exactly why I’m sitting here torn between wanting you to make a pass at me and being absolutely terrified that you actually will.’

“How about we pass on the shots and get some water instead before calling it a night?”

“I think that’s probably a good idea, Mr. Mulder!”

“You know, after tonight, what do you say we just drop the Mister?” I nods slowly, pursing my lips.

“So just Fox?” He makes a pained face.

“No, please don’t. Just Mulder is fine.”

“Mh-hm. I guess since we’re dropping the titles, that that makes me Scully? Little odd, but alright!”

We get the check and argue back and forth about who gets to pay, him putting an end to it with a firm “Will you give it a rest, you’ll get to pick up the next check!”.

In my attempt to slide off the barstool gracefully despite three tequila shots, my heel catches onto the rail at the bottom and I stumble over the stool, knocking it over in the process. I have only his quick reflexes to thank that I don’t follow suit, his arms catching me around my waist and pulling me upright again.

He has the audacity to laugh, the bastard, and I’m beyond mortified. “Easy there, partner! Do you need a ride home? Felix is at a pajama party at his friend Suzie’s house, so I’m free to be your pumpkin carriage for tonight.” ‘NO! Yes? No. Get your hands off me. Don’t let go just yet.’

I’m so confused at the tug of war in my fuzzy head but I hate getting a cab alone and I’m in heels on top of being tipsy, I don’t want to walk home alone at night.

As we walk out, his hand finds his way to the small of my back guiding me through the crowds while making sure I don’t stumble again.

On the drive to the beach house, I manage not to fall asleep despite how tired I feel, too afraid of snoring or, God forbid, drooling onto myself. His hands find my back again guiding me up the stairs to the front door and I turn to face him at the top, even more nervous.

“Thanks for the ride, Mulder. And for listening.”

“Anytime, Scully. Good night!”

When he leans in, I start to panic that this is it and I think it shows on my face, because he only kisses my cheek, just like I did after the birthday party before getting back in the car and heading home. I can’t decide if I’m relieved or disappointed.

I can’t ignore the flutter of excitement every time his hands land anywhere on my body but what I will absolutely deny, even to myself, is the way my heart constricts in my chest when he gazes at me that way and the sense of comfort that settles over me when we’re together.

Bodily reactions I can deal with, it’s when it comes to emotions is where it gets scary.

I just don’t think my heart can survive another Steve.

#xf #the x files #xf fanfic #msr #felix felicis #🥺

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hardyimagines · 4 years

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Sleepy

Eddie brock going out with his gf at like 3am to a cafe just to drink hot chocolate and chill cause they had trouble sleeping. Is that a decent one shot tiny idea thingy?

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The moon was bright in the night’s sky. Stars sprinkled the blank area surrounding the glowing orb, glittering in the sky vibrantly. The city below was dark, most homes cascaded in a sheet of black as the owners slept peacefully behind closed doors. There were cars that would occasionally speed down the empty streets, fleeing past the lights that had been tinted green for majority of the night. There were a few fast food restaurants still open, sleepy employees residing inside with bored expressions and droopy eyes as they impatiently waiting for the clocks on the wall to strike a certain time, signaling for their departure. And for the remaining people who remained awake along with the city, people like you and your boyfriend, it was night’s like these when you just couldn’t seem to fall into slumber.

The air outside was chilly, much chillier than it was during the day now that you were without the heated glow from the sun. You walked alongside your boyfriend, clumpy slippers slapping the pavement beneath you as you shuffled beside him. Your hair was drawn up in a messy bun, fingertips wrapped around a dark purple, fluffy blanket that you had lugged off the sofa on your way out the front door and clutched around your body. You had smeared eyeliner under your eyes from the night before and you were dressed down in a pair of pyjama pants that belonged to the man at your side but they were too small for him, yet still baggy on you, so you’d taken them. Your eyes dropped to the plaid material, studying it for half a second before your attention was pulled to the heavy weight added to your shoulders.

Eddie Brock moved along beside you, his arm now rested around you snugly. His fingertips were gentle on the comfy fabric of the blanket, rubbing your arm through the thick material as he continued to talk to you about the nightmare he’d seemed to keep slipping into throughout the night.

“I’m telling you, babe,” He sighed breathily, his breaths visible in the streetlights glow. “It was terrifying. I mean, really, imagine a sixty foot tall horse trampling over you.” He lifted his gaze to the trees in the distance, as if a dark shadow would emerge from the clutter of leaves to reveal itself as this creature his brain had conjured up.

“Eddie.” Your eyes fluttered as they drifted up to his own. Your long lashes tickled your cheeks every time you blinked. “Honey, you have a parasite living inside you, how can you possibly be scared of a horse.” The amusement in your tone told Eddie that you were merely teasing the symbiote that lived inside him by using the term Venom hated most. Parasite. The flicker of Venom in Eddie’s gaze made your lips curve up on one side into a lopsided smirk. Opening your blanket, you stepped in closer to him and weaved your strong grip around his waist, squeezing him tightly.

Eddie peered down at you, doing his best to ignore the internal complaints that Venom continued to drone on about. Eddie wished that your thoughts could be invaded just as his were. It really wasn’t fair that he had to suffer all on his own.

The conversation came to a halt when you drew the heavy door open that led to the diner. The place was small, a hole in the wall, but it was known for its family business and original recipes — not to mention it was delicious — so the customers would pile in on a daily basis, typically in the mornings. They were also open 24/7 and any business that was tended to be worthy of being so. You stepped inside, unsurprised to find that it was even colder inside the small building. Eddie held the door open and piled in directly after you, coming to a stop when his chest brushed against your back. He was taller than you, chin almost pressed against the back of your head as his hands lifted to graze your covered arms.

The redhead by the door was busy smacking on a piece of gum, pink apron tied around her waist with a frilly lace lining the bottom. She was wearing a frizzy wig and bright blue eyeshadow. It was all a part of the outfit that her mother insisted was adorable — and therefore good for business. She thought she looked like a cheap extra, auditioning for a role in some movie that took place in the 50’s. The name tag on her white shirt read ‘Margaret’ and as you parted your lips to greet her, she did the same. Her lengthy nails lifted to dip past the curls and scratch at the wig that had been irritating her scalp for hours.

“Welcome.” She smiled sweetly, almost too kindly. “Would you like a table or a booth?”

Eddie’s eyes were busy dragging along the length of the room. There weren’t many people inside, but why would there be? The only other people here at this time of night would be people who travelled for work, policemen, the elderly, and people like you — people who couldn’t sleep.

You shuffled in front of your boyfriend, arm lifting so you could point toward the booth in the corner. “Booth is fine.” You didn’t mean to suggest a specific one, it was just habit to animatedly use your hands.

Eddie’s eyes flickered back to the girl as she spoke to you, gathering two menu’s and a slip of paper with the specials scribbled along the front. “Right this way.” She sighed before stepping past the pair of you and leading you through the scattered tables. Eddie was dressed down in a dark grey hoodie and some jeans he’d yanked on when you snagged the blanket from the sofa. His hand managed to find yours as it barely crept out of the underside of the blanket. Taking it in his own, he followed you toward the table that the lady ushered toward. You slid into the booth and Eddie followed suit. The woman would’ve given the pair of you a look of judgement, but she was too tired to poke fun at the fact that you’d both settled for one side when booths were double-sided. She dropped the menu’s down on the table before ensuring she’d be right back.

You knew she was probably lying, no doubt heading into the back to prepare some coffee and cups of water before she’d slip out the back door for a quick cigarette. Well, you assumed so since she stunk of ash and smoke, not that it bothered you. It wasn’t as if the pair of you were in a rush to get back home so you wouldn’t have minded if she climbed into her car and drove off to buy a pack of cigarettes, much less had a quick one in the alley. You frowned softly, realizing that you were lost in your thoughts and analyzing such a small thing. If it weren’t for Eddie’s raised brows and inquisitive stare you probably would’ve remained there, inspecting each person tucked away inside.

You didn’t feel the sleepy droopiness yanking at your stubborn eyelids just yet so you fixed them on your boyfriend. A slow smile pulled at your lips. Unlike you, he did look exhausted. He had forming bags under his eyes that left a visible dark shadow and his chin was propped up in his palm, supporting the weight of it since he didn’t have a pillow to lay on. It wouldn’t matter if he did and it didn’t matter that his eyes begged him to close. He couldn’t find the oblivion that was ordinarily so easy.

“So,” You spoke up as you grabbed ahold of one of the menu’s. Lifting it so you could inspect the muddled words in front of you, your heart sank. The font was small on the plastic, rectangular card. “Shit, i didn’t bring my contacts.”

Eddie’s brows arched at your choice of words before directing his stare toward the menu you clutched. Lifting his arm, he draped it across your shoulders, warm and exposed muscles grazing the softness of the purple blanket you still had draped around your body. “Here, I’ll read it to you.” He mumbled out, voice drowning with tiredness. He grasped one corner of the sheet but instead of dragging it away from you, he slid across the seat so that your bodies were closer together. Staring down at the options, he tried to keep it simple instead of running through a hundred different items. “Do you know sort of what you want?” He inquired, heavy breaths tickling your shoulder and cheek.

You craned you’re neck to the side, lips almost bumping his cheek. “Um.. pancakes.”

“Plain?” He grunted, doing his best to avoid the breaths of yours that tickled his rough skin.

“Plain?” You scoffed. “Are you sure you’re my boyfriend?” Plucking the menu away from him completely, you discarded it back on the clean table before rotating on the squishy cushion to face him.

“Nutella.” He corrected himself, looking in your direction slowly. Even sitting, he was taller than you. His fingertips pressed against your arm firmly, dragging you toward him so that you were forced to meet him in the middle for a gentle kiss.

“Mh, there you go.” You mumbled against his lips, not daring to break it first.

His smile broke the lip lock, teeth on show and therefore forcing your lips to graze his pearly whites. “Nutella is so sticky. I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again,” His eyes were tinted over with amusement. “You’re disgusting.”

“Funny you should say that.. last time I had Nutella smeared on my lips, you licked it off.” Your brows arched in an accusing manner. “So clearly I’m not that disgusting.”

Eddie chuckled under his breath at the memory that formed in his head. Turning toward the little machine perched on the corner of the table, he drew it toward him to rest so he could type in your order. “Two pancakes?” He asked quietly.

Your eyes moved to the screen. The longer you thought about the pancakes, the lesser they seemed to appeal to you. Pursing your lips, you reached out and let your hand cover his own, big eyes squinting. “Nevermind, Baby. I don’t think I’m hungry enough for food.” Your eyes lit up at the beverages. “I think I just want a hot chocolate.”

Eddie turned his head toward your own to inspect you. “Are you sure? We can always bring them home if you don’t eat them all.” He offered.

The table in front of the pair of you blinked, waiting for the order to be placed. Eddie waited for your response, but you were busy scrolling through the lengthy list of flavors that they could add into the hot, creamy, mug of chocolate. You’d grown up hating the cup of goodness. You could hear your mother’s faint voice as she asked you if you were interested in a cup. You’d stick your tongue out in distaste before claiming that it was too sweet for your liking. Now, you drank it so often that Eddie joked at times you should just grow out a mustache — seeing as you typically had a faux chocolate one across your upper lip most mornings.

“No,” You finally spoke up quietly, pressing on a cup of hot chocolate with a cocoa stick and whipped cream. “It’s okay, baby, really. I think I’m just trying to convince myself I’m hungry because we’re here, but i probably wouldn’t even be able to take one bite, I know it.” Kissing his rough, stubbly cheek, you lingered in place before offering the tablet up to him. Eddie was the farthest thing from picky so with a brief inspection of what you’d ordered, he pressed the small ‘1’ that resided beside your drink and changed it to a ‘2’ so he could have the exact same thing.

In the corner of the room, a small computer lit up brightly with your order. You briefly looked in the direction where the quiet ding erupted from before lifting your hand to the back of your boyfriends neck. Giving him your sole attention, you ignored the woman — a different woman than the one who had seated you.

Eddie set his elbow on the table and let a heavy breath of air escape his lips. He was tired, but it seemed that the only time his body was willing to sleep was at the worst times. Now was not the most opportune moment and yet there he sat in the bright diner, chilly air wrapped around his body as he sat in the booth with droopy eyes directed at you.

Your hand lifted to his hair, brushing through the thick strands slowly, smoothing them down. “You know, for a person who couldn’t get any sleep, you sure do look like you’re on the verge of passing out.”

Eddie smirked toward you before leaning in and slowly wrapping his arm around your shoulders. His lips moved to your own, stealing a few soft kisses before he shrunk back against the chair and directed his stare toward the table. “It’s a lot easier to sleep when I’m not suppose to be.” He grunted. “And Venom’s being awfully quiet so that helps too.”

Your eyes searched his for a few moments, wondering silently if the symbiote’s need to talk all night was what kept your boyfriend up at such late hours. “Well we can take our hot chocolate’s to go.” You murmured sleepily. The bright light was beaming down on your sensitive eyes, forcing them to grow droopy just as Eddie’s had. “Maybe we need to start sleeping with our bedroom lights on and our air conditioner on high.”

Eddie chuckled lowly before moving his hand to rest on your upper back. He traced lazy shapes along your skin, over your shirt. “We can stay here. We’ll grow sleepier and sleepier and then when we get home, hopefully we’ll pass out.” He drew you toward him so your head could lay against his broad chest. The sound of his heartbeat comforted you, lulling your droopy eyes to flutter before closing. The pair of you were probably a sight, curled up in the small booth pressed against one another while you waited for your drinks.

Shockingly, it didn’t take long at all before a waitress came sauntering over with a tiny try. She lifted each mug by the warm handles and set them on the table in front of each of you before taking the tablet and setting the screen to check-out. She made sure there was nothing else either of you needed before excusing herself so she could tend to the other tables. Not chocolate must’ve been very popular at this hour because you hadn’t had to wait very long. You lifted your head away from Eddie’s chest, unsurprised to find that it felt so heavy. Peering down at the whipped cream that lined the rim of your mug, you leaned forward and licked the topping before looking toward your boyfriend when he did the exact same. The only difference was that he’d managed to smear some on his nose. You didn’t have a chance to point it out before he lifted his hand to his face and with the back of his wrist, wiped away the smudge. You smiled fondly toward the man before slipping your hand beneath the table and letting your fingertips graze his thigh. It was innocent. A touch just to touch him. But he sent you a side glance either way, inspecting your true intentions for only a moment before his hand lowered to cover your own.

A peaceful silence settled over the two of you. The only sounds present were your occasional giggles when he was messy due to the cream. The hot beverage was soothing on your throat, it made your body internally hot but weirdly comfortable. It was probably because of how cold it was inside the establishment. Eddie leaned his head to the side and let his temple find your shoulder as he continued to sip at the chocolate.

“We should’ve drove.” He finally spoke. His voice was heavy and low. The gruffness of it told you all you needed to know — he didn’t feel like walking. Especially not now, now that his limbs were deadweights and his body was ready to absolutely collapse. He leaned against your body further, arm moving to loop around your waist. You lifted your hand to his hair and began to caress the messy strands. With your free hand, you adjusted the blanket that was draped around you and made it so that it laid across him as well.

“I can get us an uber, baby. Don’t worry about walking.” You assured him. Sending a look toward a waitress in the corner, who’d been gawking at Eddie for what seemed like the second she handed him his hot chocolate, you turned your head and kissed his nose softly. It was the easiest part of him to reach. You were unsurprised when his head tipped and he leaned in for an even better kiss. Your lips pressed to his own for a few seconds before you drew back and pulled your phone from the little zip on the front of your purse. Eddie watched the blinding light from your phone before his eyes slid shut. He could hear the faint tapping of your thumbs as you clicked the little icons and typed in the addresses. Your hot chocolate wasn’t even close to being finished though, so before confirming the ride, you set your phone on the table so it would be ready when the pair of you were.

As you sipped your got chocolate, indulging in pointless conversation every now and then, Eddie remained slumped against you with his mouth hanging partially open and his eyes closed completely. It was only when you were in the middle of discussing the strangeness about chocolate being able to rock them to sleep that you heard a faint, little snore leave his lips. Your head turned, inspecting the big, sleepy bear. Your heart tightened and a little smile graced your lips. You figured you could get his hot chocolate to go, but he wouldn’t drink it cold and he’d insist it didn’t taste the same if he warmed it up. You reached around his body for the little screen on the ledge and pulled your wallet from your pocket so you could pay for the drinks.

Eddie’s body followed your shoulder wherever it went and when you began to squirm to get back in your regular position, he sleepily wrapped his arms around your body more securely. You could tell, with each passing second, that he was falling deeper and deeper asleep. So the guilt that pooled in your stomach seemed to instantly swallow you whole.

How the hell were you going to wake him up and get him to the uber?

He was finally sleeping.

The envy that flooded you intertwined with the guilt though and as you felt the reluctance to wake him, you also felt the desire to join him. Your hands fell to his hard shoulders, squeezing them tenderly before your thumb mashed the ‘confirm’ button on your phone. You supposed you could let him sleep until the headlights rolled up outside. Tilting your head so that it rested against his own, you let your eyes flutter just for the time being. The driver was still 8 minutes away, so you figured it would be okay to just rest your eyes.

The waitress in the corner lifted a brow. The pair of you definitely were a sight. Sitting in a booth, laid against one another with a frilly blanket draped around you. The glow from your phone pulled her gaze to the glass door, peering outside. She wasn’t stupid. Loads of people came to the diner at all hours in the morning. You weren’t the first couple to fall asleep while waiting for your ride, and you wouldn’t be the last. She crept up to the table and cleaned the dishes off the surface before making her way back to the counter. Along with waitressing and clean up duty, she also considered herself to be an alarm clock — for she would wonder over and wake any slumbering customers when their lifts had arrived. She slumped against the wall and waited patiently, arms folding over her chest and big green eyes sliding along the darkness that kissed the windows. Patience seemed to be a necessity — a requirement for this job. She was lucky she had plenty.

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A/N: I know this is shitty and very simple, but I’ve gotta her back into it 🥺💞 thank you so much for your patience!!

#tom hardy x reader #tom hardy imagine #eddie brock x reader #eddie brock imagine #venom

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anemonenemerosa · 4 years

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It said three people

Hello fellow people and Hazelnoots (love it),

This is a drabble I got inspired from the lively discussions and brain-cell sharing at the SW-Discord with @im-oknutzy-trash, @bkfstclubmember and @icaughtfeelsagain

Thank you so much for beta-reading @unadulteratedpaperparadise

O'Knutzy alternative getting together:

The characters and the world that is Sweater Weather/Coast to Coast belong to the wonderful @lumosinlove.

It said three people

Summary: Finn does not know what nature is, Logan has a plan and Leo is cold.

Warning: It gets a bit angsty.

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"Ok, we are lost." Finn stated for the fourth time in ten minutes.

"No, we are not." Logan answered for the fourth time in ten minutes with an exasperated groan that drew a chuckle out of Leo, who was walking behind them.

"Of course, we are. Here is nothing!"

"Harzy?"

"Knutty?"

"Do you know how places outside from cities work?"

"Why?"

"Because most of them do not have civilisation... that's, like, the whole point, y'know."

"But how do you know where the hell we are?" Finn turned around himself, gesticulating wildly.

"There are markings on the path? And we have a map?" Logan gave him, waving with the map just as madly as Finn with his arms.

"But-"

"Fish, you desperately wanted to go hiking and camping for once in your live. Get it together and enjoy the sounds that are not traffic and the air that is not half exhaust fumes." Logan snapped playfully and sped up his steps.

They walked on quietly for a few more minutes until Finn voiced the presence of another aspect of nature.

"Ugh, there are bugs everywhere and dirt... so disgusting."

Logan just groaned again, burying his face in his hands while Leo started to laugh, exclaiming "City-boy!" in-between breaths.

They went on like this for a while. Logan and Leo trotting along while Finn complained over every little bug or twig or root that bothered him. Being in the woods was always described as freeing and peaceful but if just one other little beast bit him, Finn would burn that whole thing down.

Just when he considered digging though his backpack for a lighter, Logan stopped at a small clearing.

"Alright, let's just stay here for the night." Leo nodded happily and went to unpack some stuff while Finn had a hard time believing that they were not just joking.

"Here?"

"Yeah. Harzy, get that tent out." Logan was already in camp-mode, puttering around with stuff Finn had never laid his eyes on.

"Like, in the middle of nowhere? In the woods?" more gesticulating.

Leo laughed again "Yes, Finn. What did you think we would be doing while hiking? With a tent?"

With that, the other two continued unpacking while Finn dawned that this was a lot less peaceful and freeing than he thought. He was ripped out of the re-evaluation of his vacation-plans by Logan, adding another coffin nail to his camping adventure.

"So, we have two rolls of toilet paper and a foldable spade. I put them besides the tent -that is still not standing." Logan glanced meaningful at the folded tent in Finns arms, who just stared back in shock.

"A SPADE?"

"Yeah?" Logan just shrugged. "You dig a hole and then you take a shi-"

"Ok, Ok, OK. I got the concept. Why do people do that again? It's completely gross!" Mortified, Finn tuned away, finally setting up the tent. Behind his back, he just heard Leo giggling "City-boy" over and over. He was pathetic, wasn't he? But to hear that giggle, he would do it again. No. Nope. No. Don't think about it.

"Have you started on the tent, yet?" Logan asked airily, knowing exactly that Finn was lost.

"Yes."

"How's it going?"

"Fine." Finn looked up from the mess of fabric and stakes, not missing the teasing glint in the eyes of his best friend. He braced himself for endless chirping, but Leo just got up, leaving a little fire in a stone circle* (please read end notes) under Logan's supervision and helped him setting up the tent while an awkward silence fell upon them. It seemed to sink in that they all have to share that one tent.

The silence was broken by Leo. "Harzy..."

"Mh?"

"What is this?"

"A tent?" It was a tent, wasn't it? He got it from that outdoor store at the mall.

"And how do you expect us to sleep in there?"

"Oh, non. Harzy. We will never fit in there." Logan had looked up from poking the fire.

"But it said three people on the tag!" Finn exclaimed. He was very sure, damn it.

With a sigh Leo turned to Finn " Three people tents never fit three people and luggage, let alone three grown-ass hockey players!"

"Oh." Finn felt his cheeks warm up in embarrassment. Why did the guy at the shop did not warn him?

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"Alright, I'll sleep outside. That way I can see the stars all night."

Logan heard Leo offer while patting the shoulder of a slightly ashamed Finn and needed to react immediately.

"NO." He nearly shouted, making the other two turn their heads to him, questioning. "You- Erm... You freeze too fast. I'll sleep outside." Logan could not be in a tiny tent alone with Finn, he would do something very stupid.

"Nonsense." Finn exclaimed, looking worried all of a sudden. "No one sleeps outside. What if bears eat you?"

That pushed a laugh out of Logan's lungs. " Harzy, there are no bears in-"

"Or wolves... Or... or- mountain lions or venomous snakes or spiders... oh god, why did we come here?!."

While Logan was preoccupied with doubling over in laughter, he nearly missed Leo's deadpan reply.

"Finn Callahan O'Hara, do you actually know anything about wildlife?"

"Yeah." Came the defiant reply.

"Really? Because we picked this very region to make sure that all the animals you just listed do not exist here."

"Oh. Good then." Despite turning completely red, the older boy seemed very soothed by the thought of not being eaten in the night.

With that settled, Leo came over, crouching down besides Logan so close their knees were touching, sending a jolt through Logan's body, quickly followed by guilt. The blonde continued getting the fire bigger while clouds were accumulating above them, making him shiver.

"Why the hell is it so cold here? It's August."

"Bad news Pinotte, its actually very warm today." Logan joked in an attempt to calm himself down again.

"God." Leo wrapped himself closer in his hoodie and poked at the fire, before his gaze flew upwards.

"Oh no."

"What?" Finn asked, rather alarmed. He probably thought they spotted a bear anyway.

"It starts to rain."

"Naaah, it's just a drizzle." Logan reassured the younger boy. It always did a bit here.

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It was not a drizzle. Soon they had to extinguish the fire and squeeze into the tent with their backpacks while torrential rains were pouring down outside. Neither of them could even sit upright, let alone move.

"I'm sorry guys," Finn mumbled while trying to navigate his backpack into a corner "Tomorrow, we will go back."

Logan could not stand to see his best friend like that. All sad puppy eyes and slumped shoulders. "Yeah." He said, patting Finns head as lovingly as he dared. "We camp out on your balcony and have the park as the only nature you experience, like the city-boy you are."

The puppy eyes gone, Finn smile warmly at Logan's attempt to cheer him up, but it faltered again as Leo's deep sigh waved over.

"Sorry that it's raining. I hoped for you to see the stars"

Leo looked strangely at Finn and Logan shifted uncomfortably. He had noticed the looks they exchanged but here, he couldn't ignore them. This trip was a horrible idea altogether.

Dinner consisted of cold canned beans and toast

"No Finn, you cannot make a fire in a tent. We will either burn down or suffocate."

Getting ready for the night was awkward as hell. There was not much room and operating camping mats and sleeping bags out of the backpacks was almost as complicated as getting out of their trousers. Brushing teeth was holding the toothbrush out in the rain, simply swallowing the toothpaste and washing it down with a sip of water. Once they all were settled as good as they could, Logan looked over to Leo, buried in his bag, barely suppressing his shivers.

"Come on Pinotte, you're freezing. Get in the middle." With that Logan rolled over Leo, who shifted thankfully towards Finn.

It was not easy but once they were all settled again, Logan found himself too close to Leo. He could smell his soap, his toothpaste and the way it made his heart flutter let his stomach knot in guilt. Mortified, he tried to turn away, but the tent was so small, all they could do was awkwardly spooning each other to even fit inside. He moved his head as far as possible against the backpacks to not touch Leo' neck. He was not allowed to enjoy that, could not risk creeping Leo or getting caught, by Finn, nonetheless.

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Leo felt heavenly warm where he was but knew very well that he was, metaphorically and now literally in the middle of something he did not belong to. Logan and Finn had something. And although neither of them seemed to acknowledge it, it was very obvious. Leo would not try to get a foot in the door with either one, as much as he wished for it, he would not ruin it for them. With a deep breath, he closed his eyes and tried not to feel these wonderful boys snuggled to either side of him. This was not what they wanted, after all. It was necessity.

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Finn was set alight with panic. He knew that sharing a tight space with Logan was bound to be awkward. Last time he slept so close to Logan, he left for Gryffindor the next day. And then Leo in all of it? What had he thought, getting both boys he had not-very-platonic feelings for on a trip in the middle of nowhere? He squeezed his eyes shut, trying not to think, just to sleep.

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Leo was the first to wake up in the morning. Somehow Finn had accomplished to turn around and was snuggled up in his arms. Also, he could feel Logan's head between his shoulder blades. While this was the essence of the few daydreams, he allowed himself from time to time, the circumstances were horribly wrong.

Just necesseties, he told himself. Don't get your silly hopes up. But he did not move. Moving meant being awake and that meant acknowledging the elephant in the tent.

Also, it was still raining. There was nowhere they could go if things got even more uncomfortable and Leo had no intentions in starting this endeavour.

After a while of waiting in this compromised position, Finn blinked blearily, rubbing a hand over his eyes. Then, he just stared at Leo, eyes wide and pressed his fingers to his own lips, nodding towards a still sleeping Logan. They tried to disentangle but there wasn't enough room to move so they were stuck in this pose. Leo gestured at his arms, wrapped around the other boy, with his head and made a face that was supposed to look apologetic, but Finn just shrugged, avoiding his eyes now. Great.

"Sleep alright?" He asked in a hushed whisper.

"Manageable and you?" Finn replied just as quiet.

Leo gave him a lopsided smile and a tiny shrug. "'t was ok, a little cold."

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They stayed like that in uncomfortable silence until there were some very quiet, suppressed sobs wafting over from behind Leo's back.

"Tremzy?" Leo tried to look over his shoulder and failed.

"Non."

"Lo, what's up?" Finn was getting worried now and he leaned up as much as he could. Emotions were nothing Logan liked to share; Especially being hurt was something even he rarely saw. But instead of an answer there was just the usual flurry of French. His usual escape-route.

"No, Logan please speak to me in a language I can understand." He turned to face Leo again, pleading. "Leo, what was he saying?"

Leo looked pained but only shrugged. "No idea, it was something Canadian."

With that, Finn carefully scrambled over Leo to get to his friend but slipped with his hand on the sleeping bag fabric and fell into the blonde, faces colliding rather painfully but lips meeting, nonetheless. Finn and Leojerked apart, then froze, staring at each other, the world around them forgotten for a short moment as both tried to figure out what played in the mind of the other. Just as Finn slowly leaned back into Leo to do something, he was ripped out of the bubble by a violent move that made the whole tent shake. Logan was trying to get out, but the heavy rain outside made it rather impossible to leave so he stifled a sob and retreated completely into his sleeping bag, only a tuft of dark hair looking out while silent sobs shook his body.

"Lo", Finn said softly and worried as hell. What had he done? He knew how Logan felt about him, knew how he felt about Logan, even if they never dared to act on it and here, he was almost kissing Leo in this goddamn prison of a tent?

Leo did not move but his eyes switched frantically between the Logan-Burrito and Finn, still on top of him.

Carefully, Finn shifted from Leo's lap towards Logan.

"Lo, please talk." Finn pleaded now. It was ripping him apart to see Logan like this but all that came out of the burrito was some choked mumbling.

Finn did not know what to do. Logan never talked to him about his feelings when they were alone but now there was Leo in the tent with them, no way to escape and something had just shifted between Leo and Finn. He was at loss, starting to tear up himself.

Now Leo, very carefully leaned over Finn to put a hand on the burrito. "Logan. I think you should talk about what is wrong. I promise you I will never tell a soul what happened in this tent."

That made Logan's shaking still a little and a part of his head slowly re-emerged from the sleeping bag, eyes red and puffy, wiping his nose with his sleeve.

"I can't." He said very quietly.

"Why not?" Leo asked calmly.

"I – I don't want you guys to hate me."

"Lo, I could never hate you" Finn exclaimed and reached out to Logan but as teas were spilling out of his eyes again, he stopped the movement.

Finn knew that Logan would not talk on his own, so he needed to make a start. But how? Hey Lo, remember we've been pining after each other for years now? Yeah, I started to fall for Leo here while my feelings for you have not changed in the slightest. Nice, huh? Not an option.

Instead, he just lunged over as good as he could and hugged the Logan-Burrito, burring his face in the fabric.

They were all stuck in here for the time being. Logan could not escape and somehow Finn felt elated about it despite it being probably cruel towards Logan. The elation did not last long as he felt Leo shifting and turning his back to them, possible only because Finn and Logan were closely pressed together, and his heart ached. He was ripped into two directions, wanted Logan to understand, really understand that he loved him, no matter what but also tell Leo that he wanted him there, in his life, with him. Finn craved both and he was freaking out.

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"Leo?" Finn asked hesitantly from behind Leo's back.

"'S fine, I'm sorry I cannot give you more privacy but really, I promise I won't spill a thing." That was something Leo had expected sooner or later but not like this. Not being forced to witness both men he fell for finally getting together, leaving him out.

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"I know what is between you." Logan said between sobs.

"What?" Finn asked but he didn't have to. His stomach just dropped out of his body into the void.

"And- And I'm not mad at you. I know I kept you waiting for too long without even the hope of becoming more and- and I understand but it hurts so much." It all came out in a flurry and Finn had a hard time following before Logan broke into another round of sobs.

"No. Lo, no you don't understand." He tried to calm Logan down but the more he petted the brunette's head, the worse it got.

"What is there to understand?" Logan's voice rose a bit as he stuck his head out of his burrito. "I've seen it for a while now, the way you look at each other, but witnessing..." He trailed off, seemingly not daring to finish the thought.

"Lo, no. We are not together or something." Finn felt Leo flinch against his back and bit his lip. This was a disaster.

"What- but-" Logan looked more confused than hurt now but he had no idea how Leo was doing behind his back.

Finn took a deep breath. And then another. Apparently, he was the one who had to spill first.

"Alright. If this all goes down in flames, let's just leave it all in this tent. We literally burn it down and go on OK?"

"How comes you want to set things on fire all the time? What-" but Finn pressed his fingers to the other boy's lips.

"I love you Logan. I've loved you for so long, I can't even remember how it is not loving you." He had to take another breath as Logan's eyes widened. They had never said it out loud.

"But I also fell for Leo a while ago. And I know- I know that makes me a horrible, selfish person but I can't help it and I cannot decide between the two of you. Please don't be mad at me." Tears started spilling out of his eyes.

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Leo had the feeling his heart had stopped and he was dead now. Finn liked him? Slowly, he turned around to see Logan's gaze flicker between Finn and Leo

"I love you, Finn and I- Me, too."

Too? Leo thought, not daring to believe his wildest dreams might actually become true.

"You like him?" Finn asked, baffled.

Logan nodded slowly and now they were both looking at Leo. Leo, who could not believe that was happening. He bit his lip in an attempt not to cry and just nodded, grabbing both their hands and pressing them to his chest

"But... but can we do that? How does that even work? Is that legal?" Logan was getting panicky again.

Leo grabbed Logan at his sweater to pull him over but ended up pulling himself into the middle instead.

"We can do what we want." He mumbled into Finns shoulder, smiling dumbly.

Logan laughed wetly. "Do I get it right that everyone of us likes the other two and was afraid of admitting it?"

"Yeah." Both, Finn and Leo replied but their similes became confused as Logan started to laugh hysterically.

"Lo?" Finn was rather alarmed by now.

Said boy was rubbing his eyes, gasping for breath. "This is hilarious. The whole situation. Like in a bad rom com and of course we all had to collapse on this horrible hiking trip."

Leo was giggling now too. "I actually wanted to back out after I realised what going hiking with you two meant but I didn't know how."

"Me too." said both Logan and Finn and now all of them were laughing loudly.

After a while, they calmed down again, and Leo spoke out loud what they all thought. "What now?"

"I don't know... I mean it's still raining so there's not much we can do..." The brunette replied casually only to get smacked around the head playfully by Finn.

"Idiot, he means with us. In general. Are we a thing now? All of us?"

"I'd like that." Logan sighed deeply. "But I don't think I'm as brave as Cap and Loops are."

"We don't need to go public." Leo countered and Finn nodded.

"But Finn... it's the same all over again. I've never wanted to hide. I still don't want to."

"So, you'd rather not be with us?" Leo strained his neck to properly look at Logan. Why was he still so reluctant? Didn't he want them as much as Leo wanted?

"I- I don't know. What if it gets out? We're not Cap, we're exchangeable... What if it gets too much for one of us, what if-"

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"Logan, please calm down." Finn caressed his cheek because he could and this time, it made Logan calm down a little.

"We are not like Caps and Loops were. Our families can know, the team can know. We are not bound to be completely secret or completely out. It's not a light-switch, it could be more... like a dimmer." He had to pause and swallow a laugh at Logan's incredulous face.

"Light-switch metaphors?"

"No one knows if one of us gets annoyed with everything. This is why people talk. I think if we can talk about what's going on, everything will be fine. Now stop it, I'm the worry wart and you're stealing my job." Leo continued as Finn was busy stifling his laughter.

"O- OK."

"What?" Finn asked with a raised eyebrow.

"You know." Was Logan actually blushing?

"Say it." Yes, he was, and Finn was not letting it go. He needed to hear it.

"Alors,-"

"NO FRENCH!"

"Alright, alright. I want it if you two want it." Logan looked between the other two and Finn felt Leo nodding as animatedly on his shoulder as he did.

"Let's be together, then." Logan concluded with the widest smile Finn had seen in years. He felt like squealing like a little kid over a puppy.

"I wanted to do that for months" Leo whispered into Finns ear as he leaned over and kissed Logan. Finn had to bury his face in Logan's neck, breathing him in, trying to stay composed. Them kissing was the best thing he's ever seen, and he was so filled with love that his chest was close to combustion.

Their chaste, careful kisses quickly turned into heavy snogging and when Logan grabbed Finn at his collar to include him, the redhead complied instantly. However, in the confined space, moving was demanding and Leo's arm slipped on the fabrics. He lost contact to Finn's lips and buried Logan beneath himself who let out a loud oof.

After another while of trying to figure out a comfortable position to make out in a tent they couldn't even sit upright in, they gave up eventually.

"We have all the time in the world". Finn concluded after failing repeatedly to get on top of Leo without pushing Logan into the clammy tent walls, just dropping between them.

Leo and Logan instantly made a thing out of unzipping all sleeping bags to create a cuddly nest and snuggle close to Finn, one on each side. The redhead drew and arm around each of his boys, afraid to wake up from this dream, while Logan and Leo were holding hands on top of Finn's chest.

"Let's just wait for the rain to stop and go home. There, we have quite a lot of space to explore all the possibilities." Leo commented cheeky, receiving one of Logan's feared finger-jabs.

Finn kissed both on the crowns of their heads, enjoying the feeling of them burying their faces in the junction of his neck, drifting back to the most comfortable sleep he ever had.

*Alright: Important: DO NOT JUST MAKE OPEN FIRES IN THE WOODS!!!! If you want to go on a hike, inform yourself concerning wild-camping and open fire. The rules probably change according to season and region.

Stay safe and channel your inner Hufflepuff

P.S: There will be a little different version of it on AO3 and I put the link here once its up there.

#lumosinlove #lumosinlove ocs #coast2coast #Sweater Weather #logan tremblay #finn o'hara #Leo knut #camping #getting together #angst with a happy ending #fluff

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starbabytae · 4 years

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Power

pairing: ceo!kim seokjin x reader

warnings: oral (f. receiving), fingering, slight humiliation, slight degradation, jin has a praise kink, orgasm denial, reader kinda steps on jins cock, oh yeah sub!jin

word count: 1.4k

tags: @sombreboy

Kim Seokjin.

The name alone was enough to make everyone tremble in their shoes. He had everything. Money, Fame, Power. The Kim’s were one of the most successful families in Seoul, the oldest Son already having a whole Empire beneath him with twenty-seven years of age.

In his company, his words were law and for his employees he was god. He was a powerful man, though even a man like him would have a weakness. His weakness was you.

His petite personal assistant. You were about a head shorter than him, could easily hide behind his massive shoulders. People treated you like you were made out of porcelain, only a pretty doll to be looked at but never touched. If only they knew what happened behind closed doors.

“Sir?” It was something that only left your lips in public, holding the phone against your ear. Seokjin’s deep voice was sounding through the mobile, “Come in my office, y/n, please. I need you.”

There was no need to respond, he knew you would come. You couldn’t resist his pleading. He could hear the soft ‘click’ once you hang up on him, the soft clacking of your heels against the marble floors until you reached his office door with a knock. “Come in.”

His lips curl up in a small smile when you entered, eyes instantly falling down to the end of your pencil skirt. “Y/n,” Your name left his lips in a breathy whisper, silently begging you closer.

Your chuckle sounded through the room, stepping closer almost painfully slow. “What did you think about this time, Jinnie?” Your voice had sultry undertone to it, grazing your nail along his jawline as soon as you were close enough. He groans at your touch, leaning back in his chair as he watched you, seating yourself on his desk.

The tip of your shoe barely grazes his crotch and he releases another shaky breath at the contact. It was amusing — seeing the great Kim Seokjin so weak at the simplest touches. “Did you think about me, hm?” Your words are mocking, watching his eyes flutter shut as his fingers wrap around your ankle — loose enough for you to pull away; he wasn’t in control.

His hips start grinding against the sole of your shoe, the thin heel just barely poking at his crotch. “You’re pathetic, Jinnie. What would your employees say if they saw you grinding against your assistant’s shoe, hm?”

Seokjin’s only response is a whine, his grip on your ankle tightens only the slightest and you pull back immediately. His eyes snap open as he realizes his mistake, “I—I’m sorry, y/n, please—”

“Quiet.” He shuts up instantly, clutching the arms of his chair tightly. And although he’s so, so desperate for any kind of friction, he knows better than to touch himself. “I bet they would laugh at you. The strong Kim Seokjin,” another chuckle leaves your lips, pulling his chair closer. “completely at my mercy.”

Your fingers gingerly pull your skirt up, bunching the fabric around your waist and his breath hitches when he sees your glistening cunt. You weren’t wearing any panties. His cock twitches at the sight, licking his lips as the faint scent of your arousal hits his nose.

“Put your mouth to good use, Seokjin.”

He instantly drops from his chair to his knees, hands spreading your thighs further apart. He trails soft kisses from your inner thighs to your core, plump lips wrapping around your clit, the tip of his tongue teasing against the little nub. His slender fingers brushing through your wet folds, coating the digits in your arousal before slipping them inside your dripping hole.

He’s rewarded with nothing more than a soft moan, your cunt squeezing his fingers, clit throbbing against his tongue. Seokjin knew just what to do to make you tremble under his touch, to make you cry his name if you allowed yourself to. He curls his fingers inside of you, sucking your clit into his mouth and grazing his teeth over the bundle of nerves expertly. “Jinnie..”

His tongue laps at your cunt greedily, fingertips brushing against that one spot that would make you cum. He was breathing through his nose, free hand curling around your waist to pull you closer to his mouth. His soft grunts are sending vibrations through your core, fingers fucking into you faster and faster, desperate to have you cumming for him.

He relishes in the way your cunt squeezes around his fingers, legs trembling at his sides and he knows you’re close. Your soft moans turn just a tad louder, though not enough to be heard through the closed door — waves of pleasure washing over you as your orgasm rips through your body.

Seokjin works you through it, pulling his fingers out and watching your juices dripping down his hand. “Clean it.” He doesn’t hesitate to do so, tongue brushing over his skin, a low groan sounding in the back of his throat. He fucking loved tasting you.

“You did so well, Jinnie. Such a good boy.”

His lips curl up in a smile at your praise, nose brushing against your thigh. “Thank you..” He can feel your fingers raking through his locks, soft sighs leaving his lips. “Do you want to fuck me, Jinnie?”

“Yes, please. Please—” He’s begging already, looking up at you with pleading eyes. “Get back on your chair.”

Seokjin listened almost instantly, getting back on his feet and sitting down on his chair. His eyes are glued on your body as you slipped down from his desk. Hands working on his belt before pulling his pants and boxers down until they were pooling at his ankles. Your lips press against his, slipping on his lap, fingers wrapping around his length and guiding it to your entrance.

Your hands rest on his shoulders, sinking down on his length with a soft sigh. You’re seated on his lap, cock fit snugly inside of your tight cunt and he fucking loves it. His fingers curl around the curve of your waist, cock throbbing in need but he knows he can’t move.

“Mh, I love your cock, Jinnie. It’s so big..” You leaned in to press your lips against his neck, leaving bright red marks on his skin. “Fuck me, Jin. C’mon, make me scream for you.” He can’t hold back the groan at your words, grip finally tightening around your waist. He moves you slowly at first, until he has you bouncing up and down on his cock.

And it’s true. You love his cock so much — it’s not as thick as others you had before, but it’s long, more than the average length and with a pretty curve that hits just the right places to make you cum. But he was close too, cock throbbing inside of you. Your soft whines against his ears only make him harder, his moans turning almost pathetically high pitched. You know he’s close, clenching around his cock purposely. You cup his face in your hands, thumbs stroking his cheeks affectionately. “Make me cum first, Jinnie.”

In his office room, your words are law.

He licks the pads of his fingers, reaching down to pinch your clit between his fingers, cock pounding inside of your tight cunt. He was trying so hard for you, knowing you were most likely sensitive from your earlier orgasm.

His movements made you shiver, trembling in his grip. “Fuck—” Your hips twitched at his touch. “Fuck, Jinnie— I’m gonna cum—” Your voice gets cut off with a small moan, clinging onto his shoulders, legs trembling at his sides when you finally cum with a broken cry of his name. It’s enough to make him cum, but he holds back, knowing he didn’t get any permission to do so.

Your cunt’s squeezing him tightly, and his head rolls back with a pained grunt. “You’re such a good boy, Jinnie. I love you so much.” You leaned in to pepper his face in kisses, though he can see the smirk crawling on your lips. “Y/n—”

You shush him quietly, getting off his lap with a smirk. “Not today, Jinnie. And don’t you dare jerk off once I’m gone.” Jin whines at your words, but he knows better than to protest, watching as you pull your skirt back down and leave his office with a smile.

[new message from y/n]

If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you cum tonight.

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kbstories · 3 years

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“It’s not like Kirishima had come all this way to U.A. to immediately break the promise he made to himself upon arrival.

It’s just that Bakugou is as feral as they come, and the moment Kirishima recognizes it’s fear he felt crawling up his spine that day, he makes it his personal mission to face it head-on until it’s gone.”

(Or: Being friends with Bakugou Katsuki is anything but a linear experience. Kirishima Eijirou would have it no other way.)

Tags: Kirishima POV, Developing Friendships, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Provisional License Exam & Aftermath, The Boys Are Fighting And Everything Hurts

Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 7. Additional content warning for bad communication, emotional breakdowns and general anxiousness. Chapter 9.

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“Oi. Kiri.”

Another heap of sugar goes into Kirishima’s mug. He stirs a bit, then licks caramel-sweet goodness off the spoon. Perfect. With a content hum, he leans further into the embrace of his favorite armchair.

“Mmyeah?”

Across from him, Bakugou sips his own coffee. Looking all kinds of cozy from his perch by the window, shoes off, U.A.’s uniform narrowed down to just the shirt and pants. Only Iida and Momo have made it down to the common room yet, yawning their way through breakfast with last-minute notes spread out over the kitchen counter.

Their quiet conversation is mere background noise for them. It’s a familiar enough routine that neither duo exchanged more than acknowledging nods before settling into their preferred corners.

Bakugou toes the wood of the windowsill with socked feet, hands calm around his mug. His gaze idles on a group of sparrows outside.

“By this time tomorrow, we’ll be heroes.” Soft-spoken, the words nonetheless sound as solid as ever.

“Provisional ones”, Kirishima reminds him, a mix of excitement and nerves making his leg bounce, the carpet underneath ruffling with the motion. There’s still an exam to pass between then and now. “But still. Licensed and everything.”

“Mh”, Bakugou breathes into his coffee. He sends Kirishima a wry look over its rim. “Nervous?”

Thinking on it for a moment, Kirishima smiles. “Nah, not really. We worked our asses off for it. Like, we totally got this.”

Bakugou’s smirk comes swift and it stays: a dare for the world to do its worst, a promise to come out on top despite it all. Kirishima offers him his fist and Bakugou meets him in the middle, used to the gesture by now. Sparks crackle over rock-hewn skin.

“Damn right we do.”

The names flicker on the screen and Kirishima searches.

K, K, Ki, Kiri– There! Kirishima Eijirou.

“Hell yes”, he cheers, the doubts clinging to his heart dropping all the way to his feet. The second he’s got his phone back, he’ll scream-yell a voice message to his moms – finally, finally, Red Riot will exist out there. In reality, not just his wildest dreams.

Automatically, Kirishima jumps to the beginning of the list.

B, Ba, Baku–

Next to him, Bakugou sucks in a breath. That, more than anything, brings his head crashing from the clouds and straight to the ground, to the spot on that list where Bakugou’s name should be but isn’t. Kirishima frowns, his eyes scanning the row starting with B one more time.

“Dude, what…?” No Bakugou Katsuki. “No way.”

One glimpse, that’s all he gets. One glance at Bakugou’s face and that expression Kirishima recognizes from the longest night of his life, that déjà vu of devastation and loss a sucker punch nailing Kirishima right in the gut–

Before he can reach out, it’s gone. Bakugou grits his teeth and juts his chin up, and any trace of it is replaced by anger. Cold, lethal, seeping into squared shoulders and brows drawn deep enough to cast his gaze in shadows.

“Katsu–”

A harsh tch interrupts him, followed by a softer “Congrats, Riot” mumbled in Kirishima’s direction. Bakugou won’t meet his eyes, though, and when Kirishima’s fingers brush Bakugou’s, he crosses his arms instead.

“Thanks”, Kirishima mumbles back, all thoughts of celebrating dead and gone. He doesn’t try to reach out again.

1-A spills into the common room as one, smiles and laughter all around. The air previously heavy with anticipation now carries only relief, that clean petrichor taste that follows a downpour at the height of summer.

Despite the stone weight of worry in his stomach, Kirishima laughs along with them. He leans into the lanky arm Sero drapes across his shoulders and returns the fist bump Jirou offers him before Kaminari tackle-hugs the three of them towards the couches.

“Smash tournament! Now!”

“It is our last night off before the new term”, Jirou supplies with a shrug. A thoughtful look is cast towards Bakugou, turning sly as it meets Kaminari’s. “Though, may I propose: Rock Band?”

“Ohhh”, coos Sero, joined by an enthusiastic nod by Kaminari. “Whoo yeah! U.A.’s best fake guitarist, reporting for duty!”

Kirishima loves his friends, he really does. If there’s one thing Bakugou has consistently enjoyed during their hangouts, it’s violently crushing them via the e-drum set he brought from home. That thing shows some serious signs of wear, too, the silicone cover warped or even torn in places.

(The high score list features his name like five times before their resident runner-up – Shouji, surprisingly – even makes an appearance, additional limb advantage and all.)

“I’m in. Wanna duo, Jack?” Jirou gives Kirishima a thumbs-up from where she’s already setting up the microphones. He turns around. “Nitro, you–?”

Bakugou isn’t next to him anymore. Before Kirishima can ask, he hears Mina call out, “Blasty, where are you going?”, and follows the question to Bakugou’s turned back clearly headed for the elevators.

“Room”, Bakugou answers, clipped, rough. The glare he throws over his shoulder might as well be lines of caution tape fluttering in the wind, storm sirens howling in the distance. Keep out. “Have fun playing your shitty game.”

Kirishima sees the hurricane about to hit a second before Mina makes a grab for Bakugou’s wrist, determination shining in black-rimmed eyes. “It’s Rock Band”, she tells him, meeting the snarl on Bakugou’s face with stubborn compassion. “You love Rock Band.”

“What do you know, hah?” Bakugou snaps, tugging away. “Fucking– Get off me!”

Mina’s grip tightens, Bakugou’s hand is raised – familiar, so familiar, that glint of rage in blood-red pupils – and Kirishima is on his feet, pulling Mina behind himself to shield her from an explosion that never comes.

It’s a close call, though. Kirishima feels the heat coming off Bakugou’s palm, the wince he tries to hide when he clenches it to a fist instead.

“This isn’t your fight, Shark Teeth. Back off.”

“Bakugou.”

Firm, resolute. Kirishima’s voice is like volcanic glass: smooth on the surface, jagged around the edges. There’s a warning in there, too, his jaw clenched just as tightly as Bakugou’s. “Not cool, man. Mina’s just trying to help.”

Bakugou huffs at the mere notion of that. “Well, Mina can fuck right off. I don’t need shit from any of you.”

The truth is: Bakugou is different with Kirishima, he’s always been. Even now Kirishima can see him shift his weight, change gears in his mind, the door so firmly shut for others left ajar for him.

Bakugou only listens because it’s Kirishima speaking and he hates it, sometimes. Like his word counts above everyone else’s when it doesn’t, it shouldn’t.

“Look, I get why you’re pissed off but it’s not our fault, either. Alright? There’s no point in acting like this, dude.”

Bakugou’s eyes narrow, that sliver of a chance snuffed out of existence. A vicious sneer takes its place. “Acting like what? Like myself? Give me a break.”

“Guys”, Mina cuts in, sounding meek, uncomfortable. Bakugou doesn’t get to do that, not when he’s proven he’s better than that, time and time again – not when he’s careful with his quirk, when he’s stopped hiding that genuine smile that’s getting less and less rare, when he helps and soothes and pretends not to care and cares so fucking much.

Around them most of the class shuffles along, hovering on the sidelines. Kirishima can feel the looks, the hushed whispers ready to burst into existence, the fidgety sort of concern radiating from Midoriya in waves.

He ignores them all, looking Bakugou dead in the eye when he says: “No, Katsuki, like an asshole. It’s not like you at all.”

Behind him, Mina whispers, “Stop, Kiri, it’s okay.” From the couches come hisses of surprise, a murmured “Woah, dude” that sounds like Kaminari. It doesn’t matter.

What matters is that it hurts. It hurts to see Bakugou flinching like he’s been physically struck. To see emotion spill through the cracks in his armor, cracks Kirishima put there. But Bakugou listens when it’s him, and if there’s one thing he needs to hear, it’s this.

“Like, I get it. I know how it feels, you of all people know that. And extra lessons suck ass, believe me.” Kirishima takes a deep breath, letting go of his anger on the exhale until there’s only resolve, that strength he’s fostered and made his own with Bakugou at his side.

“But lashing out at people won’t fix anything. The stuff holding you back – it’s all you, man, that’s what you gotta work on. You’re the manliest person I know, so you’ll definitely get there, and then you’ll keep going until you’re Number One. There’s not a single doubt in my mind that’s how it’s gonna go. But it’s up to you to make sure it does.”

Bakugou is staring at him, pale-faced and still. He opens his mouth. “You done?”, he asks, his voice ground into something raw, something tired.

“Yeah”, Kirishima tells him, gentle again. “Yeah, I think I am.”

A nod. Bakugou glances past him, for a moment, at the ball of tension behind Kirishima that is Mina. Another nod, more hesitant.

“Blasty, I–”

Without another word, Bakugou leaves, shouldering past Midoriya on his way out. Kirishima watches him go and wonders if doing the right thing always feels so much like regret.

I fucked up.

Bundled up in his covers, Kirishima sits on his bed and stares at the wall. The cheerful colors and big exclamation points on his posters are little more than a blur, made obscure by the dark of night settling in around him.

The light switch is just across the room yet impossibly far away. Kirishima’s phone buzzes; the screen comes alive with a notification. It goes ignored.

I fucked up.

Kirishima’s gaze falls to the license in his hands, bland-looking next to the busy camo pattern of his favorite blanket. Red Riot, it says in bold letters under his name, date of birth and affiliation to U.A. – issued today, with the picture they took before they changed into their hero costumes. Himself, grinning with too much teeth, his hair freshly dyed and spiked to the heavens, his uniform done up meticulously.

It feels like a year ago that Bakugou rolled his eyes and fixed his collar, muttering something about ‘looking okay for once’. In turn, Kirishima had nudged and prodded him until he put on his tie, which lasted not one second beyond the flash of the camera.

But–

You done?

The card is small, unassuming, really. Kirishima blinks. One tear, then two pearl over flawless plastic. Three, four, head bowed as they drip, drip, drip down the tip of his nose.

Today wasn’t supposed to go like this. They were supposed to get their licenses, take the night off, sing and laugh and headbang to their audience of pixelated metalheads and forget the world for a while.

It was supposed to be about them, about the dream they shared over coffee this morning. About the future they’re reaching for, together.

Kirishima wants to toss the license to places unknown, wants to tell himself that it means nothing but it does. He waited for this moment longer than he cares to trace back, a long time, definitely. All that hard work, the sweat and blood he shed for it – perhaps it’s only right he adds tears to the mix.

Gods, I fucked up so bad.

He sniffs wetly, sets the card aside. There’s a spot for it in his wallet, he made sure of that as they stepped off the bus. Still, he needs to keep it in sight, like object permanence stops being a thing where one’s hero status is concerned.

Again, buzz buzz, his phone rattles quietly against wood. With a shuddering breath, Kirishima reaches for it, reads Simply Mina and 🦊 Eevee Squad 🦊 and swipes right until his home screen is just Riot’s canine smile again. All it does is remind him of an afternoon spent out in the yard, of a snoring dog and gentle touches to soft fur.

Two taps, and he’s back where he started: Staring at fond, red eyes in the corner and the unanswered messages underneath. Kirishima’s lips start to tremble.

Best Bakubro 💣💥

hey (sent 18:12)

can we talk? (sent 18:12)

i’m sorry (sent 18:30)

i’m so fucking sorry baku idk what i was thinking (sent 18:31)

just. please (sent 18:35)

idk what to do (sent 18:35)

katsuki? (sent 19:01)

The last three are still unread. Kirishima had just calmed himself down from the panicked jolt of blue ticks and grey ticks and Bakugou’s gone when a door had slammed shut hard enough to rattle Kirishima’s desk.

Kirishima wanted to go out there. He wanted to catch up to Bakugou and explain himself and make things right; instead he’d stayed right where he was and listened to his distinct stomp growing more and more faint like the coward he is.

There’s been nothing but silence ever since.

“Stop”, Kirishima whispers, a strangled, pathetic noise amidst the tears sliding down his cheeks. “Just s-stop. Fucking stop.” Tilting his head back, he knocks it against the wall, hoping against all hope that he’ll stop crying, that this shivering, miserable thing in his chest will relent and let him breathe for a bit.

Instead, he clenches his eyes shut and lets out a choked sob. It’s followed by another, another, until Kirishima presses his face into the blanket and gives in.

Hands fisting in loose hair, he curls in on himself, head tucked against his knees and desperately gasping for air. The walls are thick but not that thick – Shouji can probably hear him, if he’s even in, and Kirishima silently begs him to stay away. To be allowed to break in private like he’s done a thousand times before, after every moment he spent frozen in place, every time he didn’t act fast enough or act at all.

Were you scared?

He hadn’t been. For once in his life, Kirishima hadn’t been afraid – he’d been angry, furious even, hopeful and disappointed and worried and he’d fucked up because of it. That moment Bakugou shut up and just… took whatever Kirishima had to say is burned into his brain, aching and tender to the touch. Kirishima can’t stop putting his finger on it, though, like revisiting it will make it sting less, somehow.

It doesn’t.

Time is a fickle concept. Kirishima is aware it passes, he’s aware his blanket is soaked, that his back hurts and his heart hurts and his head, too. He’s back to blankly looking at his wall and seeing nothing, only interrupted by an occasional sniffle, when–

The snap of a lock turning, a door opening and closing, much quieter than before.

A glance to his clock tells him it’s an hour to midnight and way past curfew. The worry he felt earlier rekindles, glows bright enough to overshadow any other emotion swirling within him. It’s not like Bakugou to be up this late. It’s not like him to break rules like this.

It’s not like you at all.

Roughly, Kirishima rubs his arm over his face. Enough crying. Enough hiding away. Bakugou deserves better than public callouts and texts sent in a panic. Kirishima promised himself he’d be better – it’s worth next to nothing if he can’t keep it.

That fact doesn’t prevent his heart from beating half-way up his throat by the time he slips out his door and stands in front of Bakugou’s. His hand shakes as it’s raised to knock; Kirishima wills it to steady and raps his knuckles against wood, mindful of the late hour.

“Bakugou?”

Nothing.

“Listen, I…” Kirishima breathes through the squirming of guilt in his gut. “I messed up, man. I know you’re in there and if you’d rather not see me, that’s fine. But I know I hurt you a-and I want to apologize if… if you’ll let me.”

Wringing his hands, he blinks heavily and wills himself not to tear up again. Bakugou has every right to shut him out; it’s up to Kirishima to do what he should’ve done in the first place and respect his wishes.

It’s a reality he doesn’t have to face, however – the knob turns and the door cracks open the slightest bit. When it doesn’t move beyond that, Kirishima pushes for it to open further, sticking his head through the gap.

“Nitro?”

Silhouetted by his bedside lamp, Bakugou is tossing up his covers to properly burrow inside them. “Get your ass in here already”, he says over his shoulder, a bite to his tone Kirishima recognizes from their early days. “And close the door. It’s fucking late.”

He practically jumps to the task. “Okay, yeah, sorry!” Once the door clicks shut, Kirishima shuffles his feet, wanting to get closer but unsure if he’s allowed. Carefully, he makes his way over and stops, half a step in the circle of light cast around Bakugou’s bed.

“So. Um…” His hand brushes red strands behind his ear. His palms are sweaty. “I–”

“Did you mean it?”

Bakugou doesn’t even sound angry; Kirishima would definitely deserve it if he was. He’s unsure if that no-bullshit edge is any better, though, swallowing heavily. “Yeah. Well, kinda. The– the words were right but…” He clenches his hands to fists, brings his gaze up to look at him.

Kirishima’s eyes widen. The rest of that sentence flees from his mind entirely.

“What…?”

Scrapes, bruises, gauze stuck to both cheeks, bandages wrapped around both arms. Back to the wall, legs loosely crossed in front of him, Bakugou looks like he went a round or five with a superpowered bobcat, dried blood clinging to some of the many scratches on his skin.

Yet his eyes are focused, pinning Kirishima with the same precision with which he handles everything in life. “But?”

“Bakugou! What happened?!”

“Picked a fight.” A sharp sniff. Bakugou shrugs like he couldn’t care less. “‘s none of your business. Answer my question.”

Ouch. Kirishima doesn’t linger on that, he can’t, too busy mentally cataloguing the damage and trying not to drag Bakugou to the infirmary ASAP. Which–

“We gotta– Recovery Girl. She’ll heal you right up.”

Bakugou huffs a laugh, no humor in it whatsoever. “Already went. It’s done. Answer the fucking question, Kirishima.”

It’s incredibly hard to unstick his mind from whatever the hell happened there. Like a wrestling match with his own thoughts, struggling to get them on the wrong set of tracks despite his brain frantically gesturing towards Bakugou.

Kirishima rubs his palms over his face, pats his cheeks none-too-gently for good measure. Focus.

“Right. Yes, I meant what I said. It’s– Mina isn’t me, Baku. She can’t take your anger like I can, okay? They… they were just trying to cheer you up and you were out of line. But–”

Bakugou’s gaze isn’t letting him go, intense like they’re mid-battle and he’s trying to figure out Kirishima’s next move. Guard all the way up. Kirishima drops his hands, wide open.

“Your day was already crappy enough without me putting you on the spot like that. You said you wanted to go and I forced you to stay and deal with even more stuff because I was angry and worried and… Yeah. I went about it all wrong and I’m sorry.”

Those damn tears are lurking at the corners of his eyes, itching and burning but Kirishima fights them off. He nods to the ground.

“I really let you down. That’s all I wanted to say.”

Kirishima waits. For a moment that feels eternal, he stands there with his head bowed and his fingers clinging to the edge of his shirt. He fully expects to be met with silence until he gets the memo and leaves.

Then Bakugou sighs.

“You look like hell, y’know that? Your eyes are all puffy and shit.”

Wincing, Kirishima nods again. “I know.” He peeks up through the gaps in his hair.

Bakugou huffs, exasperated and so much more like himself. “Don’t give me that. I’m still pissed at you.”

There. A chance. All it takes is a leap of faith. “But?”, Kirishima asks quietly.

“But nothing, fucker. I’m pissed, full stop.” A glower that would make a quirked-up Aizawa proud. Bakugou crosses his arms; Kirishima ducks his head. “You’re lucky you’re you or I’d have kicked your ass straight to whichever place stupid potato dogs like you go to when they die.”

Don’t laugh. Kirishima bites his lip. Half a second later, a pillow smacks his shoulder with impressive force.

“Shut up. I got it, okay? I know I’m”, a pause filled with teeth grinding audibly, “difficult, I guess. And an asshole. I know all that.”

The urge to laugh is replaced by a shot of vertigo, like Kirishima missed a step down a flight of stairs. Their eyes meet, and Bakugou glares.

“It’s what you said. Don’t you dare take it back now.”

“But that’s not what I mea–”

“Tough shit, bitch, ‘cause that’s what I got from it. It’s fine, okay? If someone’s gonna call me out on my bullshit it’s gotta be you. It’s just–”

Bakugou drops his hands in his lap, staring at the bandages running up to his elbows. There are blisters on his right palm, visible even in the half-dark.

“Not in front of everyone?”, Kirishima offers in a small voice.

A tense breath. “Yeah. Makes me wanna blow up and lose my shit for real.”

“I’m sorry.”

“You already said that. I told you it’s fucking fine.”

“But–”

“Eijirou.”

Kirishima’s heart squeezes. Bakugou looks so exhausted and it’s all his fault. Still, he mumbles, “Okay”, and he wordlessly swears on everything he holds dear that he’ll listen, next time. That he’ll trust Bakugou to do the right thing and stay in control.

“Okay.” Bakugou’s eyes are on him again, less heavy now. “I don’t wanna talk about the fight, either.”

Kirishima’s hands clench, not tight enough to rip into the fabric but close enough. “At all or…?”

“Not sure yet. Definitely not tonight.”

“Okay”, Kirishima repeats. It’s not forever. He can handle anything if it’s not forever. “Um. Are we cool? I get it if… not. I can leave, too. Whatever you want.”

Unexpectedly, Bakugou groans, almost… amused? “Screw you. I should be milking the fuck outta this but… Yeah, we’re cool.”

Oh. Kirishima can’t help the way his resolve wobbles with how relieved he is, keeping his shaky inhale as stealthy as possible. He fucked up and his best friend doesn’t hate him. They��re gonna be okay.

“Kiri…”

There’s a strange expression on Bakugou’s face, pinched and frustrated-looking. His eyes are soft, though. Concerned. “Stop crying, you big baby. C’mere. And bring my pillow, I actually need it.”

Kirishima keeps it casual. He grabs the pillow and pads over instead of running. He tosses it in Bakugou's lap, earning a grumbled, “Thanks.”

Almost casual. There’s an attempt, at least, chucked right out the window the second Bakugou sort-of-maybe-kind-of indicates the possibility of a hug. Then he’s throwing himself on the bed, the sight of raw skin and gauze-white turning his tackle into a marginally gentler embrace of Bakugou’s shoulders.

Bakugou squeezes back, brutally tight. “Hold back on me again and I’m kicking you out.”

A wheeze of breath turns into hushed laughter. “I’ll do better.” Kirishima tucks his face against Bakugou’s neck and sniffles. “I’ll be good, Nitro, I swear.”

Bakugou knocks their heads together, too gentle to even register as that. His lips against Kirishima’s temple, he mumbles, “You already are, idiot. One dumb mistake won’t change that.”

>>Chapter 9.

#boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnha #mha #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #kiribaku #bnha fanfiction #this fic is also on AO3!!#baku is soft - a longfic #my stuff

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shadow-assassin-blix · 3 years

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It’s A Gray Area

CHAPTER 8

Finished the last episode 9 finally and moving on to more fun stuff. Um. Slight near death experience. Some Smut. Not very detailed but tis there. Some fluff. Secrets revealed. I am still yeeting canon out the door because I can.

Everything tag: @mikeisthricedeceased

When they finally returned to Ajon Kloss, she told Poe, “Make sure no one makes our newbie uncomfortable until I return?” As she ran out of the Falcon.

Blix ran toward the med-bay, where Leia was resting on one of the beds, while Ben sat next to her.

“Hi! Okay. Let’s… let’s check things out,” She said trying to catch her breath.

She moved quickly over to Leia and began running scans. Minutes later she was looking over the results and was cautiously happy with what she saw.

“Okay. Okay. Well. Good news, your brain is brightly colored again, and I see no dying areas here,” She reported as she presented them.

“And the bad news?” Ben asked warily.

“Not bad news per se. I don’t know if these effects will last is the main issue. I don’t want you working at all. You are on a stress-free lifestyle indefinitely, Princess Leia. I don’t want anything to aggravate your symptoms. Let’s not… Let’s not waste Luke’s sacrifice to save his beloved sister,” She explained with a sad sigh.

Leia nodded her head understandingly, while Ben looked away clenching his jaw briefly.

“Also… may have turned a baby Sith to our side, no big deal. She’s going to help us find Palpatine and defeat him. I suspect he has some nasty surprises for us in store,” Blix explained, before turning to Ben. “What do ya say? Ready to go fight one last battle?”

Ben nodded his head, determination in his eyes.

“Alright, let’s go work out a plan. Amber, make sure our esteemed patient here, doesn’t move an inch,” She commanded giving Leia a pointed look.

Blix and Ben made their way into the command center, where everyone was discussing the best path to Exegol.

They had a solid plan within an hour, the thing was… they didn’t have the manpower. What they truly needed was the Republic to take up arms and join them, but fear ran deep.

They geared up, and every squadron was given orders to head out. Blix who had her lightsabers and was making sure Rey, Ben, and Maeve were ready, looked around trying to find Poe.

When she did, she spotted him by his X-Wing in his flight gear. She walked over to him after telling them to head to the Falcon, which was going to lead the pack.

“Hey.” She greets watching him get BB-8 ready.

He looked up and said, “Hi. What’s up babe?”

She quietly hugs him, and whispered, “Stay safe Flyboy. You’re not allowed to die remember that.”

He gave a soft chuckle as he hugged her back, “Same to you, Consular.”

She snorted slightly at the title, almost regretting telling him about the Jedi Order.

She presses a quick kiss to his lips, gives BB-8 a pat on his head and moves over to the Falcon.

Soon enough, they were on their way. It was about an hour later when they came to a field of red clouds and lightning. It was a struggle to navigate through for everyone.

When they broke through, what they saw made them all gasp. There was a fleet of Xyston-Star Destroyers before them.

“Finn, set us down and we’ll make our way to Sidious. Stay safe yeah? I still got a lot to teach you, so don’t you dare die,” She warned him as they landed.

“Yes ma’am,” He responded with a laugh.

The four of them made their way down to the platform. Once on it, they were confronted with the Knights of Ren.

“Maeve, Rey, go on ahead. Ben and I will catch up,” Blix ordered, taking her stance with both lightsabers in hand, twirling them.

Ben took out his and stood back-to-back with her. He gave a shrug that reminded her of Han, and she shook her head. The knights surrounded them, and they braced themselves.

One knight to her right, lunged for her and she parried with ease. It didn’t take the two of them very long to defeat the knights together. Once they were all down, they ran forward to catch up to the girls. When they did, they spotted Maeve lying on the ground, and Rey was on her knees trying to catch her breath.

Ben rushed forward to help, and Blix moved to join him but was stopped…. She felt something was off… with Poe.

She reached out to him… her mind racing to find him in the chaos above. When she does, she can see and hear the defeat in his voice.

‘Hey, Flyboy aren’t you always telling me to have hope? Where’s that undying flame?’ She asked him in his mind.

He bit his lip worried, and thought, ‘I don’t know what to d-‘

His thought was caught off as Lando Carlrissian’s voice came over on comms, telling him they weren’t alone.

Blix felt the arrival of hundreds of ships and she broke the line off, cheering him on.

She refocused on the situation at hand and noted that Ben was checking on Maeve, as Rey continued to fight her grandfather. Blix rushed forward as Palpatine sent a bolt of lightning toward Rey. She blocked it with her sabers, pushing it back.

The burst ended quickly and as she gave a twirl of her sabers, Palpatine noted, “Ahh. The Kenobi. Yes. You indeed look just like your grandfather. Think of the power you’d have if you joined the dark side.”

“Thanks, and like my grandfather, I don’t give a fuck. Take your proposition and shove it,” She snarled at him.

He frowned deeply at her, and growled, “Same insolence just like him too. I’ll enjoy killing you.”

He sent wave after wave of lightning bolts at her; she blocked each one as quickly as she could. He snarled before changing his tactic. He sent a bolt directly at Ben and Maeve, who had no way of defending themselves quickly enough. Blix ran forward and dove in front of them taking the bolt.

She gasped hard as the lightning surged through her and her limbs locked. Her vision went black as Rey stood up suddenly. Her mind was numb, and she felt pain just radiating throughout her body. Her eyes clenched shut and when she opened them, she was someplace different.

She was in a temple; she could see large city outside the windows. ’Coruscant?’

“Yes. This is the Jedi Temple in Coruscant. Or at least… when it still existed,” She heard her grandfather’s voice.

She sat up looking at him, confused.

“…am I dead?” She asked slightly panicked.

“No. Not yet. You got very close though,” He informed her as he helped her up.

She looked around, noticing that more and more Jedis were appearing around her.

“She did it. She summoned all of you,” She whispered amazed.

“It wasn’t just her. It was you as well. You are going to be an amazing teacher. If you continue on this course, we feel you will bring the balance back and return the Jedi Order back to its former glory,” Anakin informed her.

“Mh. Former glory? How about… a better version? Because… no offense but… there were many reasons why the Order fell way back when. But I will do my best,” She commented.

Qui-Gon chuckled softly at her, “This is why we think you will do well. You will make an excellent Consular.”

“We will be here for you, just like Rey. May the Force be with you, my dearest,” Her grandfather tells her, pressing a small kiss to her forehead.

They all slowly disappeared along with the room. Her vision was dark, and she eventually came to, looking at 3 very concerned faces hovering over her.

“…Hi. That sucked. Don’t get struck by lightning,” She groaned as she fully awakened.

She heard 3 sighs of relief, and some hands trying to help lift her up into a sitting position. Her head hurt but it was not too terrible. Her chest ached as she breathed; it felt a bit like her ribs were bruised.

“Let’s get out of this hellhole,” She requested gingerly standing up.

Ben wrapped an arm around her, keeping her steady as they walked.

Palpatine was dead. The First Order had been defeated. A ship had landed down near them and picked them up, taking them back to Ajon Kloss.

A medic droid checked over ribs, spritzing some Bacta spray onto them to help begin the healing process.

By the time they had landed, her ribs only lightly ached and she was able to walk without assistance. They looked around through the cheering crowd, trying to find Poe and Finn.

Rey spotted them first, sprinting to them. Ben spotted his mother and rushed over to her. Maeve stood nearby Blix, smiling softly at everyone. One of the other pilots, enthusiastically picked her up, cheering. She laughed at Maeve’s look of surprise.

Blix looked around and moved toward her three favorite people. Poe sees her first and pulls her into a kiss that she gladly returned.

He broke away only to hug her; Finn and Rey joining in. BB-8 beeped and chirped happily at their feet, rolling around in circles.

“We did it!” Blix cheered as they pulled away slightly.

The celebrations went well into the night, with every planet contacting them to send thanks and congrats.

The next day, while still in cheerful moods, they planned their next moves which was to get rid of the last of the Empire’s strongholds.

This process took several weeks to carry out, and while that was done with Poe and Finn in command, Blix continued her training with Rey, Ben, and Maeve. Maeve had gotten a new lightsaber, one that glowed bright orange but was “Infinitely cooler than her old one” as she said.

Her and Poe discussed what had happened within her nightmares and figured their best plan was to go see if there were any clues within her mother’s belongings back on Naboo. However, they had a hard time planning a few days to do so.

In fact, they hardly got to see each other much over the past few weeks. One day, she was working in the med-bay, training some new hires, when Poe walked in. She smiled brightly at him, but quickly scanned him with her eyes to make sure he was okay. She finished up her talk with the newbies and walked over to him.

“Hi. Are you okay?” She checked first just to be sure.

“Yeah. I’m okay honey. In fact… I hate to do this but…” Poe said in a mockingly sad tone.

She looked at him confused until he leaned down to lift her up, throwing her over his shoulder. She shook her head at the ridiculousness, ignoring the whistles and catcalls that were thrown their way as he walked. He stopped, and as she heard a small beep, he began walking again, into his room she swiftly identified.

He sets her down into a chair at his kitchen table, where she sees dinner was laid out before her. Poe lit the candles that he had placed and handed her a red rose.

She takes it with a smile, “Poe… what is all this?”

“This… is us making time for us. I haven’t seen my girl in a few weeks and it’s honestly quite upsetting,” He tells her matter-of-factly.

They eat, telling each other about their day’s and enjoying each other’s company.

“So, I hear you’ve been learning how to take care of BB-8?” Poe asked with a smile.

“Yeah. My padawans are pretty well versed and are good about training themselves. The med-bay keeps getting new nurses, droids, and I’ve even hired a few new doctors to help ease up the duties for me. So, I’ve been trying to learn skills. Bee is one of the most important things to you, so I want to make sure he is in top shape when he goes out with you,” Blix explained somewhat embarrassed.

“Thank you. He’s… he really adores you. Can’t get him to shut up about you,” Poe states even though BB-8 beeped from his charging station that Poe was just as bad.

Blix chuckled at them as they playfully argued.

“I guess it’s a good thing I love you both then,” Blix tells them, cutting them off.

Poe looked at her shocked.

“I’m sorry…. say that again?” He requested as he moved around to kneel before her.

“I love you,” She confirmed looking down at him.

He leans up, capturing her lips with his. She slowly stands up along with him, still kissing.

“Bee. Go to bed yeah?” She ordered between kisses.

She hears him beep, saying we were being gross anyway, before he powered down.

Poe slowly pulled away and after taking a deep breath, stated, “I love you. So much.”

The next few minutes was a flurry of clothes flying everywhere and stumbling blindly to the bed. When they eventually got on the bed, they stopped, breathes heavy, and stared at each other for a moment.

Blix bit her lip, mischievously, and flipped them over. She smiled at Poe’s look of surprise and enjoyed watching it morph into a look of pleasure as she took him in and began to ride him. Her control didn’t last long, as Poe sat up, thrusting in time with her movements.

They were so desperate for one another that it didn’t take long for either of them to reach their peaks. They came down from their highs, pulling away from one another slowly. When they were able to move again, they both cleaned themselves up, before returning to the bed.

She laid down on his chest with a soft sigh. She slowly fell asleep laying there; Poe laid there for a few moments… He gently slipped off his necklace, taking the ring off. He slipped it on to her ring finger on her left hand, happy that it fit nicely. He pulled it off, putting it back on the chain, before gingerly clipping it around her neck.

He fell asleep with a smile.

The next morning, Blix woke up feeling rested, and happy. She got up, stretching, snatching one of Poe’s shirts and slipping it on. She quietly cleaned up the mess from last night. It was as she was moving that she notice something was on her neck. Her hand reached up to figure out what it was, finding a chain. She followed it to the weight and gasped when she saw it.

His mother’s ring. She bit her lip softly, gazing at the ring with awe. She didn’t notice Poe sitting up and watching her fondly. He cleared his throat, and she jumped slightly as she turned to him.

She walked back over to him, straddling his hips, kissing him.

“Does this mean what I think this means?” She inquired as she sat there.

“Yeah. I want to marry you. I’m… hoping you feel the same way?” He was hesitant.

She looked down at the ring and said, “Yeah. Yeah. I wanna marry you.”

She took off the ring that he gave her on their first date, the pretty pink opal one, and moved it to her left hand.

“I think this one makes a good engagement ring, don’t you? Then you can put this one on me when we get hitch,” She explained tapping on each ring.

“Sounds like a damn good plan. I didn’t get to tell you last night, but I have some time off for the next 2 to 3 weeks. Finn and Leia, on light duty, are going to take over to give me a break. Figured we could use that time to get things done,” He offered with a smirk.

“Sounds good to me. When do we leave?” She asked excited.

“I was thinking around noon. Gives us time to get packed and give out orders. Then we get the Falcon and head out with Bee. Rey will probably join us,” He thought out loud.

She nodded her head getting up again, to finish cleaning up. Poe packed up a bag, and hopped into the refresher to clean up, and got dressed. Once he was done, she got in the refresher as well, and got dressed. She ran over to her room to pack a bag of her stuff; making sure to get her proper credentials and such for when they arrived in Naboo.

Blix met back up with Poe, once that was done, and they waited on each other as they gave out orders for the next few weeks, and to contact them if anything came up.

When they walked up to the Falcon, Rey was waiting for them, BB-8 nearby and chirping happily. The trip to Naboo would take about 3 hours so, they got on board and took off.

Blix directed Poe to where he should land when they arrived, having to give her credential codes to the guards that were still posted at her mother’s home. When they were cleared, they set the Falcon down on the landing pad and Blix stepped off first, greeting the staff that had gathered there.

Poe and Rey stared at the house before them in shock. It was a large and grand home, that was surrounded by beautiful gardens.

Blix looked back at them, wondering why they weren’t with her.

“What?” She asked looking at their shocked faces.

“I… forgot that you were an ambassador’s daughter. Not gonna lie,” Poe answered as he moved forward with Rey.

Blix made a small ‘oh’ as she looked around, somewhat sheepishly.

“Yeah… Sorry. Is this too much?” She examined looking around, rubbing the back of her neck.

“This is where you grew up? Why would you ever leave here?” Rey questioned rushing forward, her eyes wide as she took everything in.

Blix laughed at her reaction, shaking her head. Poe sidled up next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

“So… when you said there was room for your students and our kids, you literally meant… a school and our own squadron. With room for more,” Poe noted with a nod of his head.

She just smiled in response and led the 2 of them forward.

“Dax. Where did my mother’s personal journals wind up?” She asked an older gentleman as they walked inside.

“They went into storage in one of the spare bedrooms,” Dax explained showing her to said room.

“Thank you,” She said as she opened the door and revealed a room that had several boxes stacked on top of one another.

It took a few minutes, moving aside and rearranging boxes to get to the ones marked as journals and photos. They dragged them forward and began to open them up.

The three of them began to read through and look through the photos together. They spent 2 hours going through them before Rey gasped.

“Oh. Ohmy.” She handed some photos over to Blix.

Blix looked at them seeing her mom, at a base she couldn’t recognize. Her arms were wrapped around a man, who was dark haired, and from the side profile of the first picture, he was scruffy. She looked at the next couple of photos and saw a man who had dark eyes and didn’t appear to smile very often.

In fact, the only photo she found of him smiling, was one where he was looking directly at the camera but at her mother, with a deep fondness.

“Ma did always say I got my too serious attitude from him. I can see why,” She mumbled looking at him, as she gnawed on her bottom lip for a moment.

“He was very handsome,” Rey complimented with a smile.

“Yeah. He was. She calls him Cass in these passages,” Blix noted gesturing toward the journal in her lap. “Apparently… they weren’t… exclusive.”

“Ooh. Intriguing. Cass? Like. Captain Cassian Andor?” Poe questioned looking over shoulder.

Blix shrugged not really knowing who that was.

She continued reading long after Poe and Rey retreated to go eat. Her mother tended to be sporadic when she wrote. Either she would write for days or there would be several months gap between entries.

She seemed to stop writing around completely around the time Blix was 5. Her last entry was expressing pride over a podrace Blix had won.

“She did so well today. She was so excited to win. I wish you were here Cass. You would’ve loved it. I know this isn’t the way either of us expected life to go, but I feel you would’ve been so proud of her.”

She remembered that race, it was a smaller race, but it was her first win. It was done on Tattooine and she was aware of the gangs that were there to watch. Her competitors were Huttese gangsters and she wasn’t going to let them intimidate her.

When she won, she was congratulated by Bib Fortuna himself and it was terrifying. She was trying to not let her nerve show, waiting for her mother to appear, to rescue her. When she did, she remembered her mother looking proud but there was a sadness in her eyes that she never could explain.

This entry explained that.

She set the journal down, staring off into the distance. She was vaguely aware of Poe coming back in and urging her to follow him. He dragged her to the dining room, where dinner was being served and she sat down at the table.

She quietly ate thinking about everything, more questions racing around her mind.

They eventually went to bed, and she struggled to sleep. She tossed around a few times, before Poe eventually draped himself over her, to settle her movements. She fell into a fitful sleep in his arms.

The next morning after they woke up and got ready, they were having breakfast when the doorbell rang. Dax came to her a few minutes later.

“Miss Kenobi. Maureen Holdo is here,” He informed her.

“Maker. What? Does she have this place bugged?” Blix muttered annoyed, stabbing her eggs.

“As far as we are aware, no,” Dax answered with a hint of a smile.

They heard the clicking of heels coming toward them, and a moment later, an older woman with white hair, and a gaunt face appeared.

“Hello Maureen,” Blix greeted dully, taking a bite of her food.

“Stop taking such large bites and sit up straight. I know I taught you better,” Maureen said in a snobbish tone.

Blix rolled her eyes, “I am an adult. You are not my mother. I can do what I want.”

Maureen pursed her lips.

“What brings you back here, Blix dear?” Maureen asked in a tone that stated she didn’t approve.

She looked over her companions with a twinge of disgust she failed to hide.

“Just needed to look at some of mom’s stuff. That’s it. You can go now, Maureen,” She dismissed getting irritated.

“You’re not even going to tell me about your engagement? I can see the ring from here, not blind yet,” Maureen stated, looking expectantly.

“General Poe Dameron of the Resistance. Formerly Captain of the Navy for the Republic. Now. Get. Out.” She demanded standing up facing her.

Dax stepped forward and began to usher Maureen out of the house.

“Tell me when you start to plan the wedding, I’ll send you samples!” She called out as she was urged out.

“That’s Amilyn’s mother? Really?” Rey asked staring in disbelief.

“We…. Are not letting her anywhere near our wedding plans. She didn’t even greet us. Looked at us like we were something foul. I see why you don’t like her,” Poe remarked with a frown.

“Let’s.. just get the journals and such and get out of here. Lock up everything so she can’t get back in,” She grumbled abandoning her food.

“Dax. Please make sure that woman does not have access to any of the rooms in the house. I don’t trust her,” She requested as Dax re-entered the dining room.

Dax nodded telling her it was already being done.

They grabbed the 3 boxes of journals and photos and took them to the Falcon. Poe insisted that they go see his father on Yavin 4.

They were there within an hour. As the Falcon landed, Blix noticed an older man who looked a great deal like Poe, but with greying hair and prominent laugh lines. She suddenly felt nervous as they stepped off and made their way to him.

“Blix. This is my father Kes Dameron. Dad. This is the love my life. This is also Rey, our kid sister,” Poe introduced proudly.

The first thing Kes seemed to notice was the necklace she wore. He glanced between the two of them, a smile growing on his face.

“So, this is my future daughter-in-law that I’ve heard so much about? I was beginning to wonder if you were real, he talked about you so much before you started dating,” Kes spoke bringing her into a hug.

She wasn’t expecting it, but she slowly returned it with a shy smile.

“He’s told me a lot about you and his mom. I wish I could’ve met her. I feel like we would’ve gotten along really well,” Blix said nervously.

“Oh yeah. She would’ve laughed at the hard time you gave him,” Kes laughed leading them onward.

He led them to a small, quaint home that was somewhat away from the nearby town, hidden by the forest around them.

They spent some time telling stories about battles and such. Rey had many questions and Kes answered them with enthusiasm. Blix who was curled up next to Poe on the couch, realized something that she decided to ask Kes once they were alone.

Rey slowly nodded off in her chair, and Poe quietly walked over to her and picked her. He took her to one of the spare bedrooms.

While he was doing that, Blix asked, “Kes… Did you… did you know my mother? Willow Kenobi?”

“Yes. I did. She was sweet lady. Wiz at technology, though she never liked to brag about it,” Kes answered after thinking for a moment.

“Did… Was… Did you know anyone named Cass?” She finally asked trying to phrase it properly.

“Cassian. Yeah. She was in love with him. Only problem was Cassian was in love with the Rebellion. He lived and breathed it. He did care for your mom a great deal, but… he wasn’t one to talk about feelings,” Kes explained with a half shrug. “Why do you ask?”

“I… I think he might be my father? I’m not… not sure. I was shown…visions… of a great deal of things. None of which made sense. Scarif being one of them. I know it’s highly improbable that anyone could still be alive… but… but I have to check,” She rambled slightly, fiddling with her shirt nervously.

“Mh. Makes sense. She wasn’t really one to sleep around. She only had eyes for him. This is clearly important to you. So, find your answers. Just know they might not be what you’re expecting,” He cautioned, patting her knee comfortingly.

She nodded in response, and followed Poe to their room, when he returned, wishing Kes a good night.

They spent a few days there, getting to know one another, and making some plans for the wedding. Poe was excited and happy to see his father, and she could tell that when they were leaving, it made him sad. He was trying his best to hide it though.

They stood outside the Falcon, and Blix offered, “So… When we finally figure out where we want to live and such, you are perfectly allowed to visit as often as you’d like.”

“Ooh. I may take you up on that and you may regret it slightly,” Kes said in a teasing voice.

Poe looked at her appreciatively and kissed the side of her head.

“Unless we stay at your mom’s home in Naboo. Turn it into a school for Force-sensitive kids,” Poe stated, before mumbling “Have a squadron of our own kids.”

Blix smiled, feeling her cheeks turn red as Kes laughed and Rey snickered at them.

They said their goodbyes and hopped on board the Falcon. It was going to take a few hours to reach what was left of Scarif. She wasn’t sure what they were going to find there. She simply knew… she had to check it out.

#poe dameron x oc #poe dameron #star wars au

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