#he brought both of them home and after days of cooling off he goes to find him again
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unbreakable bonds
꒰ no quirks au | childhood friends | friends to lovers ꒱
⇢ a collective of family bonding and little moments between you and katsuki.
『♡』 k.bakugo x fem!reader
꒰ tags & content ꒱ emotional hurt/comfort, fluff, tooth-rotting fluff, happiness all around
⋆ ˚ʚɞ — just wanted to write something sickly sweet and it’s been sitting in my drafts forever. reader has a little sister that helps bond the two of you together over the years.
cross posted to ao3 | word count; ~3kish?
-`✧ katsuki bakugo masterlist
You were too young - a little over three - to understand the day your mom brought home your little sister. You'd been secretly asking the universe for a sibling, someone to share everything with. Ask and you shall receive! But, you never knew just how much she would shape your life into what it is today.
The Kingdom - Elementary School
Fourth grade is when you and Katsuki started to play after school together on a daily basis. Him and Izuku would come by and grab snacks from your mom while you went back to the park around the corner, playing pirates and super heroes with the other neighborhood kids. Every so often, your mom would ask for you to bring your sister along. You never minded, even though she was your baby sister in first grade. The boys would pick on her - lovingly, of course - to make her feel included with the rest of the pack. She loved being around you, cooing and giggling away as she'd hold your hand and squeal with delight.
One day at the park, she'd declared herself to be queen of the castle as she stood on the slide, proudly puffing out her chest with her hands on her hips.
"I am the queen, and what I say goes!" she pointed to you and Katsuki. "Sissy will be the princess and you will be our royal guard, Katsu!"
You chuckle. "Isn't the older sister supposed to be queen?"
She does her best impression of a royal laugh, projecting her voice theatrically. "Not in my land! It's my kingdom and if you don't like it, I'll send you to the brig!"
"You're confusin' pirates 'n princesses again,” Katsuki taunts playfully.
She stomps her foot on the slide. “Silence in my kingdom! Izu will be my knight!”
Katsuki pouts. “Hey! Why don’t I get to be the knight?!’
“Cause I say so! You’re the royal guard cause you’re tough. Izu is the knight because he’s brave!”
You can’t help but let out a loud ‘hah!’ at her comment. Your sister never failed to push Katsuki in the cutest ways - he probably was thankful to be an only child whenever you guys would go home for the day.
Katsuki huffs at her declaration, taking the challenge with stride. “Fine! I’ll show you who’s tough and be the best dang guard in the whole world.”
“Do I get a cool set of armor, queen?” Izuku asks, bouncing up and down at the bottom of the slide.
“Of course! Only the best armor and ponies for my royal kingdom.”
She sits and pushes herself down the metal slide, rocketing off the edge past Izuku and barreling toward Katsuki. She trucks into him at full force - but, being small, that force isn’t much for him to withstand.
“What the heck was that for?!” he yells while catching her before she hits the wood chips.
“A test of your toughness, Katsu! And you passed! You’re deserving of a spot in my kingdom,” she giggles, mashing his cheeks together with her tiny palms. He protests her closeness and tries to fight her off, setting her feet back on the ground while she’s wiggling in his hold. Watching the two of them act like siblings themselves always made you feel so warm and fuzzy inside, knowing your two closest friends also adored your sister as much as you did.
You meander over to grab her from him. “Alright, I think you made your point, queen. Your guard and knight have other duties to get to.”
She waves goodbye to the boys over her shoulder as the two of you stroll home for dinner. She gleefully remarks how cool they are and that she can’t wait to marry them someday.
You can’t help but giggle at the thought. “Both of them? Wow, all to yourself, huh?”
She pouts and whips her head upward. “No, sissy! We both get one!”
”Oh yeah? Because you’re the queen of the kingdom, you get to pick?”
“That’s right! They’ll have to fight to see who gets to pick you!”
You roll your eyes, shaking your head at the thought. You’re only ten years old, the thought of boys fighting over you was hilarious.
”Promise not to tell Izu, but I think Katsu would win that fight,” she whispers, tugging on your hand to get you to lean over closer to her face. “He’s taller and faster!”
The thought of marrying Katsuki flashes in your mind - you have zero clue what that even looks like, but you imagine him bringing you flowers on the playground or giving you a bite of his ice cream. A blush creeps over your cheeks and nose at the thought. Your sister catches your reaction and gasps dramatically.
“You like Katsu?!” she exclaims.
You shush her. “No! Don’t go yelling that!”
That’s a big fat lie. You liked him a lot, he was your favorite person, but you’re kids.
It’s just a harmless crush.
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An Enchanted Afternoon - Elementary School
A week later, the four of you returned to the playground after school. Snacks from your pantry in hand, the bunch of you sit on the swing set to eat. Your sister seemed extremely eager today, more so than usual. Once you all finished eating, she demanded your attention.
"Gather 'round! Your queen summons you," she declares, arms raised above her head. You and the boys huddle around her.
"Katsu, go fetch flowers!" she orders as she points to a nearby patch of grass. "Zuzu, clear out the sandbox of any villagers."
There wasn't anyone else here today, so that job was easily done. Izuku doesn't say anything and smiles as he heads over to the sandbox as ordered. Katsuki is confused, nose scrunched and arms crossed.
"Why do I need to get flowers?" he asks, tapping his foot in the wood chips.
"Do you dare defy your queen?!" she shouts, grinning wickedly. He obliges, sauntering over to the grass to find a few spare daisies.
"What's all this for?" you ask, genuinely curious to her plans. She doesn’t answer you as she grabs you by the wrist, dragging you over to the sandbox.
A few minutes later, Katsuki comes back with a handful of daisies, picked and pruned clean of any dirt and weeds. Izuku stands on the edge of the sandbox patiently.
”Perfect! Katsu, Sissy, please approach your queen.”
You play along and stand in front of her with Katsuki. It’s amusing how small she is in comparison to the two of you, easily shadowing over her figure.
“With my knight as witness, I give the blessing to the princess and royal guard to be married forever!” she exclaims, waving her hands around to mimic casting a magic spell.
You're pretty sure she got that line from a princess movie, but that doesn't make the sentiment any less adorable. You begin to chuckle to yourself, smiling ear to ear before turning toward Katsuki. You're expecting him to be disgusted, repulsed by something so sickly sweet, but are shocked to see him standing with the flowers outstretched in your direction. He's biting his bottom lip and avoiding eye contact by staring directly at your feet.
"H-here," he whispers meekly, pushing the flowers into your hands. You've never seen him so shy before - that's usually Izuku's demeanor. His unexpected affection makes your little heart flutter in your chest.
"Thank you 'Suki," is all you can muster up the courage to say, your mind running blank on the right thing to say. It's just an imaginary scenario...It's not real, not like you're actually marrying him. Katsuki exhales, turning his back to you to hide his strawberry colored cheeks.
"Now you're together forever!" you sister raves, dancing on her tip toes with satisfaction.
Maybe that was the moment she bound you two together with some unknown magical force, or it was a mere coincidence. The sappy part of your young brain believed in fairytales and chose to believe she was weaving your golden string to him, binding you two for life.
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Leftovers - Middle School
”Yo, brats! Come eat already so I can get the hell outta here,” Katsuki called from your doorway. He’d come by with leftovers from his mom for you and your sister, since your own mom was working later that day. The two of you were still…friends? You weren’t sure. Being in seventh grade and all, he started acting like you weren’t cool enough for him. He did the same to Izuku, starting to ditch the two of you for other kids in class to hang out with at lunch or walk home with. Did it hurt your feelings? Absolutely. But you didn’t own him, he was allowed to have other friends, even if it did suck to see him less outside of class.
“Coming!” you called back, skipping down the hallway with your sister in tow. She happily ran into the entryway, hugging Katsuki by the waist. She was taller now, but still much smaller than him as a fourth grader.
“Hiya Katsu!” she gleamed up at him, rubbing her face against his uniform jacket.
He grunted, uncomfortable with her sudden affection and poking her in the forehead to release her grip. “Let go, squirt!”
He turned his attention to you as your sister finally let go of him. “Here, take these. I gotta get to practice.”
”Thank you! Tell your mom we said hi.”
“Yeah, whatever.”
You hand the containers to your sister as she wanders off to the table. Before Katsuki opens the door, you tap him on the shoulder.
“Hey, are you alright?”
He scoffs at your question. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You just seem distant lately. Wanna come by sometime for a movie marathon?” you ask, tilting your head and giving him a warm smile.
“We’re not kids anymore. Got better stuff to do.”
Ouch, that stung. Your smile fades away as you reply. “Well…I know. I just miss hanging out with you.”
“You have Deku an’ that other group of bitches you hang out with, ya don’t need me.” His harsh comment has notes of jealousy intertwined in his words. He goes to put his hand on the door again before you take a step forward to stop him.
“Kat, they’re not a replacement for you. You’ve got your own friends now, too since you’re on the soccer team. You’re saying we can’t hang out 'cause we have different friends?”
He glares at you before pushing past you and pulling on the front door.
“Hey!” your sister shouts from the dining area. “Katsu, that’s not nice. My royal guard doesn't act like that!” She’s always thought of Katsuki as a guard since your elementary school playground days.
“Cut the shit! We’re not kids anymore!” Katsuki rebuttals with a growl of frustration.
He makes eye contact with you. “We’ve grown apart, end of fuckin’ story. Get over it.”
He slams your front door closed and leaves you standing in the entryway, your eyes stinging from the urge to cry. You feel a small gust of wind rush by as your sister is sprinting to the door, throwing it open and running outside without shoes on.
“Hey!” She calls after Katsuki. “Get your butt back here, Katsu!”
He turns on his heel. “Hah?!”
She stomps on the ground, fists balled at her sides. “Apologize to her!”
Katsuki cackles, a little too manically. “For what, brat?”
“You’re being a mean jerk to her! She doesn’t deserve to be yelled at like that. Friends are friends forever, idiot!” she yells, her cheeks puffed and eyebrows scrunched together.
You can’t help but stifle a laugh at her calling Katsuki an idiot and turn your head to hide your amusement.
”That’s not who you are, Katsu. That’s not how you treat your princess!”
He pinches the bridge of his nose and screws his eyes shut in annoyance, exhaling dramatically. He locks his gaze on you, storming back up to the doorway. He roughly ruffles your sister’s hair as he passes by her as a pseudo apology. Katsuki sucks the air through his teeth and shoves his fists in his pockets as he stops in front of you.
“Look, ‘m sorry for yellin’, okay?” he sighs, kicking a foot against the pavement. “I'll come over Saturday, we’ll have that movie day ya wanted.”
"You don't need to if you feel forced to hang out with me." Your eyes shift to your feet to avoid looking at his reaction.
" 's fine. I'll be here at noon, don't pick anything lame."
With that, he turns to leave for a second time in silence. You watch him disappear around the corner and can't help but feel like a burden for asking him to make time for you. As if reading your mind, your sister shakes you out of the negative train of thought while walking back to the house.
“Don’t worry about him, he’s just being a dumb boy. That’s what my teacher says when boys are mean for no reason.” She grins a toothy smile up at you and grabs your hand. “Come on! Foods getting cold!”
Katsuki rounded the corner and waited to be out of sight before palming his face in anger. He had no idea why he said those things to you. None of it was true, especially that you’d grown apart. If anything, he was jealous of your friends and missed seeing you all the time. But he couldn’t bring himself to say so, like always. Ever since middle school started, he’d harbored some unknown rage inside of him that lashed out every chance it could. He hated it and didn’t know what to do to stop it - hence trying out for the soccer team, looking for an outlet for the pent up emotions in his body.
Katsuki secretly hoped you wouldn’t end up despising him for it. Even after all this time, he still thinks of you whenever he sees a patch of daisies.
Maybe one day he’d be brave enough to tell you about it.
───
Running Late - High School
The front door to your home opens as Katsuki slips inside, kicking his loafers off by the door. Your younger sister peaks over the kitchen counter while spreading jam over her toast and nods in his direction.
"Hey Katsu, pretty sure she's still asleep upstairs," she calls, rolling her eyes. "I tried to get her up three times, maybe you'll have better luck."
It was hard to believe that she was already in her freshmen year of high school - shit, it’s crazy that you and Katsuki were seniors. The age of playground days and summer adventures went by in the blink of an eye.
He makes his way to the kitchen island, leaning over to ruffle your sister’s hair - some things never change.
"Thanks, bean. I'll get her ass movin’."
“Stooop! You’ll mess up my hair!” She whines as she pulls away, fixing a few stray pieces of her fluffy mane.
“Ya look fine, don’t sweat it,” he compliments while heading for the staircase. He makes his way to your bedroom on the second floor. The door is surprisingly cracked open - he taps on the doorframe to grab your attention.
“Come in,” you call, lying on your bed facing the wall above the covers while scrolling on your phone. You presume it’s your sister until a soft kiss is planted on your cheek.
“Mornin’ sweets,” Katsuki whispers, rubbing your shoulder to turn you to face him. He sits on the edge of your bed beside you. “You wanna be late for our last first day of high school?”
You shift to sit up and drop your phone to your bed, reaching to cradle his face in your hands.
“No, I just wanted to steal a few kisses first,” you mumble as your lips quietly meet his. Katsuki places one hand on your cheek while the other lightly grazes your back. After a few moments, the two of you part with a soft smack. You stand and straighten up your uniform skirt, flattening a few of the panels to work out any stray creases.
“Do I look okay?” You ask, spinning around for Katsuki and showing off your uniform. Your hair was pulled into a pretty ponytail with a few pieces framing your face. The only make up you had on was some lip gloss - you valued sleeping in over doing a minimalist makeup look today.
“Y’always look good,” he sighs, standing to his feet. “Let’s get movin’ before bean suspects somethin’.”
You hadn’t told your sister about your relationship with Katsuki. Sure, you guys had been friends since you were children and he’s always around…how would she know the difference?
The two of you patter down the hallway and skip down the stairs to the kitchen. Your sister is waiting for the two of you, arms crossed and tapping one foot impatiently.
“Finally! Get your damn shoes on,” she orders while pushing you toward the door. She does a double take at Katsuki while you’re putting on your shoes, raising an eyebrow at him.
“Katsu…are you wearing lipgloss?”
Oops.
Katsuki’s searching for something to say as his face glows scarlet. He puts a hand on the back of his neck and turns away, grumbling while attempting to hide his embarrassment.
“Oh come on, you two. I knew you guys started dating months ago. You think I didn’t notice?”
You spin around to face her, cheeks puffed and eyebrows scrunched. “You never said anything?!”
She laughs, walking up to Katsuki and placing a hand on his shoulder.
“If you ever hurt her, Katsuki, I’ll knock your lights out. I know where you sleep,” she threatens, grinning mischievously. Katsuki pulls her into a headlock, ruffling her hair a second time.
“Deal, but I plan on stayin’ alive.” He lets her go, chuckling as he smooths out the pieces of hair he messed with.
Seeing the two of them get along never fails to make your heart swell with joy. Katsuki has always treated her like his own sister - one that he could easily give back at the end of every day, anyways.
She turns with a huff with her hands in the air.
“You both have my blessing, you should know that. I didn’t marry you two in a sandbox for nothing!”
───
Today Was A Fairytale - Current Day
“It’s an honor to be doing this for a second time. You’re in luck, my vocabulary has grown exponentially since our sandbox days.”
There’s a wave of laughter through the crowd at your sister’s lighthearted joke. You can’t help but smile as Katsuki’s fingers dance across the back of your hand to regather your attention.
God, he looks so damn handsome in that tux. His usual wild hair is slicked back and tamed - an extremely rare sight. Carmine eyes stare back at you, full of devotion and excitement for this next chapter in your fairytale.
“By the power vested in me, and these people as my witness, I pronounce you two as king and queen of the kingdom!”
Friends and family alike cheer and whistle as you and Katsuki intertwine, kissing each other for the first time as husband and wife. He spins you around and dips you low, kissing the tip of your nose playfully.
“I love you,” he mouths, a silent profession of adoration - reserved just for you.
The two of you strut down the aisle to the dance floor in the reception hall, the DJ already queuing the first dance song. Katsuki gently tugs you by the waist, pulling you closer to him as he begins to sway side to side when the music begins to fill the room. You rest your head against his chest and get lost in the moment.
Right now, the world belongs to the two of you. Every worry, struggle, and hardship is stripped away from your lives to give you the peace you deserve.
There’s one thought that lingers in your mind as you catch a glimpse of your teary-eyed sister watching you from the corner of the dance floor, latched onto Izuku’s arm for support.
She tied that golden string with an unbreakable knot.
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Dealer!remus and autistic!reader’s relationship starts off so rocky guys let me tell you!!! Angst to fluff
Remus doesn’t fully get that he can’t just say things- like he’s got to be deliberate and conscious of the words he uses and his tone.
He’s never had to do that before so it’s weird and it’s hard to learn and he slips up sometimes.
One of your biggest arguments happens when he’s frustrated and you’re just trying to help.
You’d seen him so sullen and moody on James’ story so you decided to do for him, what you do for yourself.
You baked.
But then you realized you’re not at the stage where you know his absolute favourite type of cookie so you go a little all out.
You bake chocolate chip biscoff cookies. Chocolate chip toffee cookies, regular chocolate chip and brown butter chocolate chip.
You set them in a cute box and you text Remus that you’re coming to see him. You’re thinking everything’s going to go well, you’re gonna drop the cookies off for him, maybe he’s going to tell you what’s bugging him- maybe not; either way he won’t be alone.
Except you get there and immediately you feel like you’re inconveniencing him.
Try as you might not to take it personally, it’s really hard because he seems particularly peeved at you.
“Why are you here?” His tone is sharp and jagged and it winds you a little.
“I brought you cookies to cheer you up. Saw that you weren’t yourself on James’ story,” you keep your tone even, light- a practiced thing from your days of dealing with people that didn’t quite get you.
“Why would that cheer me up?” At this point everything’s going downhill fast and you try to salvage what little is left of your deflated cheeriness and open up the box to display the array of cookies.
Remus at the same time waves his hand and the box goes pitching across his living room floor and he explodes.
You can’t remember the last time someone had yelled at you like that and honestly, it hurt more coming from Remus who was so normally relaxed and chilled.
You don’t even tell him goodbye, you just clean up all the mess while he’s cursing and yelling and then leave.
What’s twists the bloodied blade in the wound is that he doesn’t even try to stop you or reach out to you for three days.
By which point you’ve already gone mostly nonverbal and you’re in no mood to entertain or fake a personality for the sake of your friends when you do see them.
Remus stops at your house after you ignore three invitations to his place.
“Dove, I know you’re at home. Can you open the door please?” His voice is muffled through the hard wood of the door and you have half a kind to leave it shut- he’d been mean, he’d said things that were very hurtful now that you’ve actually processed what he’s said fully.
You don’t know if you can stand to see him. Then he knocks again, “I want to look at you when I apologise, sweet girl. Please open the door.” And the wholesale remorse in his tone shakes your core and you cave.
He steps inside with a box and three tulips. “I figured I’d have had to do it face to face for it to really mean anything and because I realized I was an absolute prick to you when you just came over to help.”
You don’t even hum. Usually, when he was nice Remus- as you’ve differentiated in your head - you’d be able to look him in the eyes every couple of words, but right now you just look over his shoulder.
“I shouldn’t have yelled or sworn at you like that. It wasn’t cool and I never want to speak to you like that- ever. I was an idiot and I just want to make up for it.”
There’s about a minute where Remus thinks he’s just fucked every single bit of progress you’ve both made with each other and then you let out a big breath.
“You can’t say things that you don’t mean just because you’re upset. What you said really hurt my feelings and I don’t like feeling the way you made me feel when you were that angry. If we continue to be friends you can’t do that because it makes it hard for me to trust you and find what you’re saying believable.”
Your voice is hoarse and crackly from lack of use and Remus feels even worse. “I’ll do better, I swear. It wasn’t my intention to hurt you- it’ll never be, but I am sorry that I did.”
You nod once, succinct and definitive. Remus holds out the box to you, showing a puzzle you’d been eyeing for a while.
“Can we build it together?” He asks softly, an ebb of vulnerability given away as you catch his eyes.
“Okay, but we have to do corners first, then work our way in.” Remus nods, his other hand holding the flowers for you. The tulips are a pristine white.
“The lady at the shop said they’re good for conveying apologies.”
You smile a little, “These ones are also for condolences.” Remus shakes his head,
“Not this time,” he watches you put them in a vase of water. “Also, ‘if we continue to be friends’, thought we were a little closer than friends, sweet girl?”
He relishes in the way you bite your lip to hide your grin as you take the puzzle box from him and set it up on your coffee table.
“Well I wasn’t sure if you wanted to acknowledge it or not.”
Remus says very seriously as he sits opposite you at the coffee table, ducking down so he can catch your eyes as you take out the numbered bags. “I’m always acknowledging it, we’re more than friends dove. When everything’s not so fucked, I’ll take you out and do it with pink and red lilies.”
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heey! so what about a fic where m!reader and leon are known each other (thanks to their jobs), but never really interacted but they always felt really attracted about each other. and one day they randomly meet again because they had the same mission, and they just finally do the deed?🤔 (and just a some extra lol -big age gap between them- and i hope ada is jealous haha) i hope i explained well, english is not my first language😭😭
I changed some stuff about your request as I wrote it, I hope you don’t mind. There isn’t really an age gap in this fic as I didn’t specify the reader’s age, but I was thinking of Leon from the fourth game as I wrote this, and he’s 27. Warning for smut of course, as well as a light description of an injury the reader gets.
“Leon?”
In your doorway, Leon turns around to face you, a grocery bag in one hand. Out of uniform, he doesn’t look all that different in his dark shirt and pants. It’s topped off with an expensive-looking leather jacket on his broad shoulders.
“Brought you something,” he says, holding up the bag with a smile. “Can I come in?”
“Yeah,” you respond quickly before you ask him a dumb question, like how he’s able to afford that jacket on the salary you both make. You step to the side and press your back to the wall to make sure he can fit through the doorway, “come in.”
You end up asking one anyway once he’s through the door and you’ve shut it, “can I take your jacket?”
Leon laughs softly as he places the bag on your couch, “I’ve got it. You should be resting anyway,” he responds as he pulls his coat off. You watch with careful eyes as his skin becomes more exposed. His arm brushes yours when he steps past you to place it on your coat rack. It was one of your first big-boy purchases with your new paycheck, so you were happy to see it be put to use.
“Someone had to answer the door,” you say, trying to cross your arms to look cool and sexy for your cool and sexy guest, but you flinch when the action pulls at your bruised side.
“I would’ve gotten in eventually,” he says with a smirk.
“Yes because you just had to bring me,” you try glancing down into the bag, seeing something cylindrical, “soup?”
One of the first things you learned about Leon was how quick he was on his feet, so when you try to open the bag to see what else is in it, he quickly snatches it away. “Take off your shirt.”
“What?” You ask, your heartbeat quickening in your chest.
“Let me check your injuries,” Leon responds, pulling out a roll of bandages and a container of ointment. His face leaves no room for protest, especially when he puts on the stern face he makes all the time at work.
You roll your eyes, but slowly begin pulling your shirt off. On the day you came home with your injuries, you were nearly sweating by the time you got out of your uniform from the pain of being thrown to the concrete while chasing down a criminal, and a day later, taking off and putting on your clothes was now a strenuous activity.
“Easy,” Leon says softly, “let me help you.” One of his hands goes up the back of your shirt, while the other meets the bunched-up fabric at the back of your neck after he pushes it up.
“Thanks,” you whisper when your shirt is over your head and down your arms. Your fingers brush his when you take the shirt and toss it over onto your loveseat.
“Sit,” Leon pats down to the spot beside him after he sits down.
You sit down slowly, but not close enough for Leon’s liking, which he fixes with a warm hand on your uninjured left side. “Come here,” he says softly into your ear before he pulls you closer until your thigh is nearly touching his.
“You didn’t have to come to check on me,” you say as Leon gets to work.
“You’re our rookie, of course I’m going to make sure you’re okay.”
You turn your head so Leon can’t see how hard you roll your eyes, “I don’t need a reminder,” you say bitterly.
“We were all like you once,” Leon says as he grabs the ointment and takes the cap off, “have you washed this?”
“Three times now: once when I got back to the station, once at home last night, and once this morning.”
“Good boy,” Leon responds, the words filling your stomach with warmth, “it’ll heal nicely if you keep it clean.” You gasp when the cold gel touches your side, and when you look back over, you can only see the top of Leon’s head, but are easily able to hear the smirk in his voice when he speaks, “cold?”
“A little,” you respond through gritted teeth when your side starts to sting.
“I know, baby,” Leon murmurs as his other hand goes to your cheek to wipe away the tear you hadn't realized fell, “I’m almost done.”
The pet name has your cock chubbing up in your pants. You bring your legs tight together to hide, but the friction only makes it worse.
“Shh,” Leon mistakenly coos, thinking the noise you make at the feeling is one of pain and not of pleasure. His fingers move from your side to start getting the bandage on your side. By the time he’s done, your side feels wet and warm. It’s nearly uncomfortable, but not as uncomfortable when you feel a glob of precum leak from the head of your cock. Of course it’s on one of the days you decide to go commando.
“You must be tired, let’s lay down,” Leon says, already grabbing one of the pillows beside him to get you comfortable. You hear the crinkle of the bag too, but you assume it’s from him putting the ointment and bandages away. Really, you’re just too worried about lying down while not letting Leon see the bulge in your pants.
He knows though. Of course, he fucking knows. He knows everything, it feels like. Leon settles tightly behind your body once you’ve laid down. The space is tight, leaving no room between your bodies, letting you feel exactly just how hard he is in his pants.
You aren’t sure if you should grind your ass back into Leon’s cock or reach between your legs for your own. Leon makes the decision for you, or rather he pleads for you to let him, “let me take care of you,” he says into the back of your neck.
It takes a few moments to get your pants down and Leon’s open enough to get your cocks free. Leon’s cock is much more wet than you expect when he pushes it in between your thighs, and his fingers are just as wet when they wrap around your cock.
“Is that something else you bought?”
Leon chuckles, his lips brushing the skin of your neck, “you have no idea how long I’ve wanted you, wanted this,” he says as he strokes your cock just as he also thrusts his cock between your legs.
You had an idea of how much he did. You didn’t know how long it was for Leon, but for you, it wasn’t long after you joined Racoon City’s police department that you started wanting him. At first, it had started with lustful looks that became full of longing. It wasn't like you could see your face, but from how Ada and Claire would try to hide their laughter, you guessed it was pretty intense to cause such a reaction.
Leon caught you a few times, but you would always look away quickly before you could embarrass yourself even further. It was only a few weeks ago that when you mustered up the courage to look back at Leon, he would still be looking at you.
“That was such a good morning meeting, wasn’t it, Ada?” Claire asked when you all were in the breakroom.
”It was!” She answered before turning her sights to Leon who stood near the microwave, “what was your favorite part, Leon?” She asked.
Chris answered for Leon instead, “I think his favorite part was who was in the meeting, not what was said.
The three erupt into a fit of laughter as you glare at them from where they sit at the table. It was then that you decided going out for lunch would be a better idea than to eat what you packed the night before. You almost wanted to ask Leon that day if he wanted to join you, but didn’t want to give the others the satisfaction of knowing that they’re right.
“I’ve wanted you,” your voice breaks off into a moan, “practically since I started.” You try to move in Leon’s grip to get more of the pleasure he’s giving you, but Leon throws an arm around you to stop the movements you make.
“I’ve got you,” Leon says, “let me take care of you,” he says once more.
“I can,” your voice falls to a groan, “take care of myself,” you say after trying again, but Leon is just too strong. Him and his stupidly muscular body. You could admit that you were still learning when it came to your job, but you didn’t want Leon to use that against you in the bedroom too.
“I know you can,” Leon says before he maneuvers you onto your back while he holds himself above you on his forearms. “Can you blame me for wanting to?” He asks before swooping down to press his lips to yours, any thought that you have of responding leaves your brain when Leon’s tongue enters your mouth.
“It drives me crazy. I can’t even watch you do your job without wanting to kill anyone who tries to hurt you,” Leon says after pulling away, “please just let me-”
Not that you didn’t want to hear Leon beg, you decide to take mercy on him by pulling him into another kiss with a hand at the back of his neck.
“Please,” you whisper against his mouth when the kiss ends. You bring your hips up to press your hard cock to his, the both of you moaning at the feel.
Leon nods before he brings on his hands between your bodies to wrap his fingers around your cocks. They’re wet and warm around your cock, and you can already tell that it won’t take you long to cum, that and also the sight and sound of Leon above you.
Though you spent much more time than you wanted to admit imagining the sounds Leon would make, hearing them in person just didn’t compare to your imagination. “Such a good boy,” Leon moans, a sound that goes straight to your cock, “letting me take care of you,” he says as the pace of his strokes speeds up.
“Thank you,” you moan, “it feels so good,” you say as your head falls to the pillow beneath it and you feel your orgasm build.
“Are you close?” He asks.
You’re almost too distracted as your eyes track a bead of sweat that runs down the side of Leon’s forehead, but when you open your mouth to respond, your orgasm takes you by surprise. The feeling of it runs through your veins as hot ropes of cum shoot from your cock onto your stomach, you just hoped it didn’t land on your bandages.
Above you, Leon groans as he goes even faster. Just moments after yours, Leon joins you in orgasmic bliss. The sight and sound of Leon’s orgasm only lasts a few minutes, but you can tell it’s something you won’t forget for a long time.
“Does that answer your question?” You ask as Leon lays himself down onto your chest, careful to not try and jostle your injury.
“Hm?” Leon rumbles, too out of it to answer the question, “did you ask if you wanted to go lay in your bed for the rest of the day together?”
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It takes a few days for you to feel well enough to go back to work, and on your drive to the station, you can’t help but wonder if it would have taken even longer if Leon hadn’t come to see you.
Still too early to be fully competent, Ada greets you as you’re placing your lunch in the fridge. You had to quickly wipe the smile from your face as you remembered the night before in your kitchen with Leon packing your lunch while stealing kisses from each other as you went along. Before he left your place, you practically had to push him out the door for him to leave, while you had to keep yourself locked in place to keep from following.
“I am a little jealous, you know,” she says, leaning against the counter next to you.
“Jealous?” You ask, unsure if you heard her correctly from being too tired.
“You’re way too cute for old man Leon.”
Your brows furrow as you close the door to the fridge, “aren’t you older than Leon?”
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Steve is the Mom Friend™, officially the most reliable member of the Party; it would be Dustin, but Dustin insists that they'd be lost without Steve there to help them. Steve doesn't argue, but he disagrees. He thinks he's too volatile to really be considered for Most Reliable.
For most of his childhood, he was isolated from his peers, who he was Not Allowed To Talk To Because They Aren't Worth A Harrington's Time, Stephen. Steve is young and still wants his parents to love him, so he obeys. He's a good boy, if a little sensitive, and therein lies the problem: he feels so much, and he doesn't have a clue on how to express any of it. He can't process his feelings, they're too big to fit in his body. It overwhelms him easily and makes his throat tight- impossible to speak. His father scolds him when he has these overwhelmed episodes, as if Steve is purposely ruining his off time at home by crying; his mother ignores him if he acts childishly. There isn't really anyone who teaches Steve how to cope with being a human.
Steve remembers that he was always angry. It felt like an itch under his skin, a low but steady humming in his veins that could explode at anything, and even back then, he despised that feeling, scared that it meant he would end up a Bad Person. He'd started getting into fights (the first one he could remember was when he was eight and Keith pushed him to get to the playground faster. Keith got a bloody nose and Steve got detention for a week) and never really stopped. By twelve, his entire school is afraid of him, except for a select few kids: Tommy H, whose dad worked with Steve's dad, Barb Holland, who thought Steve was both a good person and a blockhead, and the new Munson boy, who didn't say much of anything, but especially nothing about the time he caught Steve crying in the woods in April after his parents missed the sixth birthday in a row.
It didn't really get better until high school, when his father demanded suggested he sign up for the basketball team; practice and drills helped diffuse a lot of that stifled anger, and for the first time, Steve feels like he can breathe. He doesn't have to be angry all the time anymore, even if most of his calm is just a lack of energy. That isn't to say the anger is gone; he still gets into fights often, but he manages to tone down the violence and rely more on a sharp tongue and a lazy confidence whenever fighting is brought up.
Cue season one! Steve, at the top of his game, the bloody, undisputed King of Hawkins High, is absolutely head over heels for sweet, shy Nancy Wheeler. He bares his soul to Nancy, who, after hearing what he has to say, promises that she'll be there for him. They're together now, they look after each other. It's everything Steve had ever wanted.
When he finds out about the creepy photos Jonathan took of them at Steve's pool on the night Barb went missing (and I love Jonathan, I really do, but what the hell man), he feels that anger starting to boil over again and panics. He was doing so well! Nancy would help, though, just hearing that find "You're an idiot, Steve Harrington" would cool him off. But it worsens when he tries to sneak in to Nancy's room and Jonathan is SLEEPING in Nancy's bed, half-curled around her. Steve doesn't want to get the cops called on him again, so he goes home.
The next day, it all boils over. He tried to stay calm, really, but it was like using a wine cork to stop a volcano; he stands by while Carol and Tommy spread rumors about Nancy, smirks cruelly while Carol spray paints the slur on the movie theater sign, and does not give an inch when Nancy calls him an ass, tears in her eyes and flanked by Jonathan. He's trying his damnedest to keep his hands to himself, though (his father wasn't happy the last time Steve got arrested, and somehow Steve knew that he wouldn't be happy if it happened again), so he's caught off guard when Jonathan starts throwing punches. (Later, Steve will admit that he doesn't really remember what he'd said to make Jonathan so angry that he'd actually try to fight Steve, but he'll apologize anyway. Jonathan is quick to forgive, and apologizes for starting the fight, as well). Steve's memory gets spotty around this time; he remembers a sharp pain in his head, just above his left ear, and being so dizzy that he struggles not to throw up, but he doesn't remember Jonathan landing any other hits (he has three bruises, two around his sternum and one under his eye, as well as a split lip), and he definitely does not remember running from the police trying to break up the fight.
It takes him a few hours to calm down, but it's largely due to the gap in his memory keeping him confused and panicked; he can't remember what he said, and Jonathan Byers may be a girlfriend-stealer but Steve remembers that he's also the kid who held funerals for the mice caught in the traps behind the school gym. Whatever he said had to have been really, really messed up, and Steve genuinely hates that he gets angry, that it isn't uncommon for him to lose time to his anger, that his first response to anything is always anger. So he goes to apologize.
The loaded gun pointed at his face is somehow the least upsetting part of that night.
During season 2, there's a lot going on. Steve has been working so hard on his anger, on keeping a lid on it and actually processing his emotions (thank you, therapy that Hopper demanded Hawkins Lab provide), but it wasn't enough. Nancy resented him, had actually blamed him for Barb's death, and that bitterness came to a head on Halloween.
Without Nancy, Steve struggled a lot more. He had nothing, no one; he didn't have anyone to tell about his parents' death in early June, and he didn't like talking about his wealth. There was no support system- until Dustin decided that Steve was going to help him. The kid was relentless and demanding and trusted Steve to help him almost immediately. Steve could hardly keep up, but he loved the feeling. And, when they ended up in a junkyard bus surrounded by demon dogs, he had three people depending on him, and suddenly he had a way to channel his anger (Dr. Harris would be so proud when he told her). He had a bat and enough unresolved trauma to rival those people his dad used to talk about with shell shock, and by the gods he was going to use that. He went apeshit on some demodogs, saved the kid's lives, and apparently became a big brother to a genius boy and a little girl that could probably fight God and win. He also got his third concussion when Max's stepbrother threatened to kill Lucas, but the order of events for that night is skewed; he blames the concussion. The doctor Hopper forced him to go to after said that he may never hear out of his left side again.
Season 3 sees Steve with a little family that he built all on his own: there's Will (who's shy but has a smile like sunshine when Steve asks him about anything), Jonathan (who cried when Steve asks if they can be friends and then proceeds to infodump on musicians every time he hears Steve so much as hum in a mildly musical manner), Max (the girl with a keen sense and a quick wit, whose older brother terrifies Steve because that's exactly how he could have turned out had he not gotten help), Lucas (who treated Steve like the big brother he never had and often called him racist for trivial things ["Steve, can we order pizza?" No. "Is it because I'm black?"]) Erica (who just sorta showed up with Lucas on occasion and reminded Steve just how fun it could be to be That Bitch), Mike (who alternated between passive assholery and cartoon-esque assassination attempts), Nancy, shockingly (who sat Steve down soon after the massacre at the hospital and apologized for blaming him for- well, everything. They'd talked for a long time, hashing it out, and by the end of it, Steve felt like he had a friend), Eleven (who comes by every Wednesday and Saturday for homemade waffles and a secret knitting circle), and Dustin (who became like a real little brother in the span of three days and never looked back. Steve vowed to keep Dustin safe with everything in him that night in the tunnels.).
He meets Robin when he gets a job at Starcourt (he may be set for life but Hop had told him that hard work built character, and Hop was the kind of man Steve wanted to become). She's wary of him, at first, especially when she watches him break the ice cream machine in a (now rare) fit of anger after a customer blew up at him for their ice cream melting before they finished it. But then he stammers through an apology and brings her a batch of cookies the next day, and tries to explain that he's better now, really, and Robin decides that he's a good person deep down. Maybe not too deep down, though, because his cookies are the best she's ever had. Besides, watching his face turn cherry red as he hides behind the shelves to spy on the repair guy is the most entertaining thing she's seen all summer, possibly in her life.
("Steve, you're drooling," she warns, and Steve hurriedly checks his chin.
"I'm making sure he doesn't get his hair stuck in the machine!" He tries to defend.
"First, his hair is under that bandanna. Second, Eddie Munson would rather die than ruin his rockstar hair.")
Their ice cream machine breaks six more times before Dustin comes back from camp, and each time Steve is a flustered mess talking to Eddie Munson. To his credit, Eddie only gives Steve a half-fond, amused smile before chatting with him about nothing in particular. After the third time, Eddie starts calling Steve "big boy" and lightly teasing him over the fist-shaped dents in the side of the machine.
Steve fights the Russians in the secret Starcourt base, not because they're coming at him, but because one of them reaches out for Dustin/Erica. The edges of his vision blurs, and distantly he knows that he's experiencing something like his childhood episodes: all his can feel is fire in his soul, burning straight through his body, and he has to get it out, he has to protect his brother-
"Wow, Steve won a fight!" Dustin crows as Steve is coming back to himself, his whole body trembling with leftover rage and no one to take it out on. Steve just clutches Dustin to him and tries to breathe. Dustin allows it for two minutes, then starts to squirm, but Steve doesn't release him until they hear footsteps.
With Dustin and Erica safe, Steve surrenders pretty easily- he needed to save his energy. But then they started the "interrogation," and Robin sounded so scared, and they hurt his hands and there were drugs-
Steve faintly remembers jumping onto a man (so tall and broad that Steve briefly felt like he was just a backpack) and biting him, locking his jaw and clawing like a feral cat. Robin remembers Steve promising to "smack the red right out of you commie assholes" while forcing his way through the tunnels, but she can't be sure if it was real or the drugs they were given. Dustin recalls Steve giggling at the movie they were hiding in, like a dork. Erica will never forget that Steve has a Berserker mode, or that he protected her even though she was in the process of blackmailing him for free ice cream.
In October of '85, Jason Carver catches him in the high school parking lot one night as he waits for Hellfire to get out. Steve denies all memories of what was said between them, but Jason walks away without need for an ambulance, so he counts it as a win.
In December of '85, the day that the kids all get out for Christmas Break, Chrissy Cunningham finds him in the parking lot and they sit for nearly an hour talking about projects for their secret knitting circle with the police chief's daughter. As hellfire let's out, Chrissy leaves, and Steve gets to watch as the older members walk his kids to his car, like awkward little nerdy gentlemen. Eddie always hands them off with a flourish and a wink. ("The children, Your Highness," he would say confidently, his three nerds behind him giving him nervous looks. "Perhaps you'll join us next week, my liege?" Steve pretends to be unamused by his theatrics, but Eddie has an infectious grin and a genuinely happy shine to his eyes.)
Season 4, Steve is definitely on edge, twitchy as they search for Eddie. He's worried for Dustin, who is attracted to trouble and smart enough to drag everyone else into it too, but also for Eddie, who occasionally popped by Family Video to talk with Robin. According to Eddie, he's allowed in the break room and behind the counter because he and Robin are "friends of Dorothy". Steve doesn't even know a Dorothy. (Eddie usually waits until Steve walks away in a flustered, confused huff before whispering to Robin, "Dorothy says: be gay, do crime.")
Eddie held a jagged glass bottle to his neck and Steve didn't feel anything. He wasn't scared for his life like the news promised he would be, nor was he angry like he'd expected he would be. Eddie shuffles around nervously, but the only thing Steve feels is concern for him.
He gets dragged through the Watergate and immediately attacked by those godawful bats- he was almost in the boat, they had to help Max, he would not lose his baby sister, and boom, he's back to fighting. He fends them off with the help of Eddie, Robin, and Nancy, all of whom he is furious with for following him into the Upside Down like idiots.
"Harrington's got her. Don't ya, big boy?" Eddie teased, and Steve felt electricity through his whole being. His face flushed red and he stammered an affirmative, not noticing Robin or Eddie as they grinned at each other. Eddie stuck close the entire time they were in the RV, and if Steve didn't know better, he'd say Eddie was flirting with him. But he did know better, there was no way Eddie was flirting. He was on the run and desperate for human interaction.
Separating for the plan was the hardest thing Steve had ever done. While Dustin was getting ready, Steve pulled Eddie aside. "Please keep him safe. I'll do anything you want, just please, don't let anything happen to him," he begged, desperately clutching Eddie's sleeves. "He's my brother, Eddie, I can't lose him-"
"I promise, Steve," Eddie had interrupted. "I'll guard him with my life."
"Guard him with mine," Steve insisted. Eddie didn't get it at first, but it would hit him later that Steve wanted Eddie to keep them both safe.
Steve would never tell a soul, but he liked confronting Vecna. Armed with chemical weapons, Robin stayed a bit behind, but Nancy emptied round after round into One, and Steve? Steve got to use his bat.
It was exhilarating; as much as he hated his anger problems, he could not deny that it felt good to attack the source of all their problems. His arms grew tired after a while, though, and Vecna seemed distracted, disoriented, so Steve resorted to his usual tactics. He never fought fair: biting, scratching, clawing his way to victory in everyday scuffles, there was no way he'd give up this opportunity.
Something in him twists suddenly. He feels sick to his stomach and scared, but he has no idea why. All he can think about is Eddie and Dustin- he's hurt he's hurt he'shurtheshurtheshurt. So he makes the decision to go back; Nancy and Robin technically have the injured Vecna under control. He runs.
Eddie is being swarmed when he makes it to the trailer. One minute, Steve watches as they descend on his friend(?), and the next, he's supporting an injured Eddie as they hobble together to Wayne Munson's truck, Wayne on Eddie's other side and rambling about "what the hell is going on" so similarly to Hop that Steve feels the hollow sting of loss. Later, as they rest in the living room of Steve's empty house, Dustin tells Steve about what he saw: Eddie, going to the ground, unable to fight them off any longer, hope lost and grief already tearing its claws into Dustin's chest, and then out of nowhere Steve appears, covered in bits of vine and rock. He tells Steve about the enraged roar he could hear from the trailer (ten feet behind Dustin as his hobbling came to a stop) and the nail bat that had yet to leave Steve's hand swinging at each assailant with such a precision that, for a brief moment in the chaos, Dusting could hear the sounds of an orchestra playing a symphony, Steve as their ragged, bloodied maestro. He tells Steve about the wild look in Steve's eyes as he carried a half-conscious Eddie into the trailer, snarling about how stupid and careless Eddie was, and how moronic Dustin was for jumping through a gate the way he did. He tells Steve about the stray demobat that burst through the door, how Steve grabbed it with his bare hands and ripped it in half- Dustin's got stars in his eyes as he relays this, even now, days later.
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This kinda got away from me I'm sorry
I'm still new to people wanting to read what I write so I'm just gonna tag the one person I know was also excited about steve being feral: @amoris-no-smut-allowed
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but imagine the adventures of Daemons Bastard!reader and grumpy grandpa Balerion!!!!
I’m seeing reader coming out and spending her first nights with Daemon and his fam sneaking out to gramps and curling up against him and just crying silently until she falls asleep😭😭😭
Then some random losers one day make fun of reader in the palace courtyard for being a bastard and gramps just pokes his head in and is NOT amused
Gramps just senses when the reader wants to leave somewhere and just yoinks her out of whatever situation she’s in
Part 2 I want to see the reaction about the basted daughter of Daemons having balerion as dragon green and black reaction
This is so good, I love this little series so much!
Daemon, at first, is so damn proud of his baby! However, it also holds some bitterness for him, considering Balerion was his brother's dragon as well. I like to imagine while bastard! (Name) is a spitfire like her father. She'd most likely be a peaceful person much like her uncle Viserys. Of course, Daemon, being Daemon, would consider using Balerion to his advantage, but that pretty much goes to the wind once he realizes that Balerion has no interest in war anymore. That being said, I feel like Daemon would come to resent Balerion due to (Name) spending more time with her dragon rather than her family.
Rhaenyra thinks the world of her precious stepdaughter. The little girl is everything to Rhaenyra, and our queen just wants to be a mother to her. (Name) pushes her away quite a bit, but after bonding with Balerion, she needs someone to help her with dragon commands. (Name) wouldn't want to ask Daemon, so she goes to Rhaenyra and Luke the most. Rhaenyra loves spending time riding on their dragons together, and after a while, I feel like they would get closer. There's a certain admiration that Rhaenyra has for her sweet little stepdaughter, but she worries as well. She knows that dragons can be dangerous, and she's terrified of their sweet baby potentially getting hurt.
Jacaerys thinks that it's so cool! He's always wanted a little sister, so once Daemon brought (Name) home, they were all elated. Jace particularly takes a liking to her and looks after her the first couple of months that she stays on Dragonstone. They're very hard on (Name), considering she misses her mother and siblings, but Jace in intent on making her life a little bit happier. He's a positive influence on her, and I feel like she's probably relied on Jace quite a bit. Rhaenyra is very supportive of this and loves seeing her children get along with their new sister!
Lucerys and (Name) are the closest out of everyone in the family. I HC that Luke is extremely good at High Valyrian, so he tutors (Name) in the new language so she can communicate with Balerion freely. Due to this, they become very close, and (Name) is very open with Luke. As for her and Balerion, Lucerys finds Balerion absolutely terrifying. Of course, this doesn't stop him from accompanying his sister on dragon rides together, but he finds Balerion unsettling. When (Name) is made upset by Daemon, she always runs to Luke <3
Baela and Rhaena are very proud of their little sister, Baela, especially. I'd like to go into more detail about their dynamic with bastard! (Name), but basically, they both adore her to bits. Rhaena would be closer with their younger sister, and (Name) would take her on rides on Balerion. Since (Name) is relatively young, both Baela and Rhaena want her to be careful on her dragon, worrying that she may fly off of her saddle or something like that. I should mention that Baela would be the type to brag about their little sister to others, she's just so proud of (Name)! I love them sm.
Team Green, as a whole, finds the concept of Daemon's daughter being Balerion's new rider. Alicent doesn't want to mess around with this kind of power, and Aegon doesn't feel like being eaten alive so I think the war would probably be put on pause. Otto would probably send a spy to Dragonstone to see if (Name) could be brought to their side, but since she loves her siblings so much it isn't plausible. Aemond and Helaena both hold much admiration for (Name), considering how impressive Balerion is. She is a bastard, though, so I think Team Green would probably target her during the war if it went on.
"Bastard Blood Shed at War."
I HAD AN IDEA
BASTARD (NAME) AND DAERON !!!!
AWE
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A very self-indulgent ask here. Hob, having needed to start a new life, decides to take it easy from the fast pace of the city and buys a section of land to start a little farm! Most things come back easy to him - so many years living off the land, one way or another, doesn't go away quickly.
He's patching up the old farmhouse, painting board, hammering nails, breaking a sweat through it all. He starts tilling soil and planting seeds in the smaller back garden - mostly herbs to start with. He plans to ask one of the neighbors for help with the old farm equipment that was left over by the old owner. Even in here, things have changed so much! There's so many new machines and tools! Hob honestly thought it would feel like sliding into an old well worn pair of boots (and in many ways, it still is) but it's still new and fantastical.
He gets some chickens, which makes him realize how much he missed having chickens (and fresh eggs!). He enjoys the toil, the strain of muscle that a life like this provides. He enjoys the sweat on his brow and the easy rest his finds after a long day.
Then Dream comes to him, freshly retired and still wobbly on his newly human legs. So Hob coaxes him inside his home and gives him the care he needs. And slowly, Dream takes to this new human life of his.
So Hob teaches him how life used to be (and how it still is for many). Dream finds he especially likes feeding the chickens and watching them run around, pecking away. His eyes go wide the first time he sees a week old chick moving around. He names her Jessamy. She's his favorite.
Hob tells Dream to "go wild" in the house, and Hob enjoys watching how the fantastical mural progresses on the kitchen walls. Swirling colors and scenes only possible in dreams are revealed on the old walls. Hob smiles as he hands Dream a glass of freshly made lemonade and can't help but think how perfect he looks here in the light of the setting sun with stripes of blue and purple on his cheek.
Hob figures out how the old tractor works and how to attach the tiller and the direct drill with the help of their neighbors (a friendly group - the couple down the road brought them fresh milk). They get the first field tilled and sewn with winter wheat just in time for the cold. Hob takes a picture of Dream up in the tractor, looking wildly out of place in black skinny jeans and his silk top. Dream flips him off and Hob just laughs. Dream finds he quite enjoys that sound.
Winter comes and the daily chores slow (not stop, but slow) and Dream finds himself indulging in arts even more. Hob picks up some soft yarn and hooks when they're in town and the pair of them work on learning to crochet. Dream hates his first piece - a classic granny square - but by the time the holidays approach, he's made both him and Hob well-made scarves. Hob wears his every time he goes outside. It makes Dream smile.
Spring comes and with it, so does a bustling time of planting and planning. They work in tandem, prepping fields, buying seeds and fertilizer, caring for the chickens. They start renovating the old barn for either cows or sheep - they haven't decided yet.
Dream finds he quite enjoys the look of Hob in the midst of work. The sweat on his brow, the arch of his back and the tensing of muscles under his sweat soaked shirt all make for a very appealing image. If he takes out his sketchbook and works on capturing the moment, Hob doesn't comment on the sudden loss of extra helping hands.
It comes to a head on a perfectly average Tuesday when Hob's in the kitchen, kneading dough for bread for the week. It's early still. The sun has just started to peak over the horizon, their roosters just starting to crow - Jessamy from the sounds of it (and yes, so much for thinking she was a hen). Hob hears the padding of footsteps on the cool hardwood floors when a head rests against his back. He chuckles, telling Dream good morning and says he's up early.
Dream just grumbles in reply, a pair of hands rest hesitantly on Hob's sides. Hob continues, letting Dream soak up his natural warmth as he slowly wakes. The loafs will need to be formed still once the first proof is done, so for now, he places a towel over the top of the large bowl and pushes it up to the wall.
Hob turns in Dream's gentle hold and lets his body rest against the edge of the counter. Dream huddles closer, sighing as Hob wraps his arm around him. Dream looks up, this close, their noses are just hairs away from touching. Neither say anything, but both just know as they close the distance, it was how it was supposed to be. Here, in this house they each rebuilt with their own hands, on the land they tended to and cared for, they find love within each other.
This is sooooo lovely. I am very very into the idea of Hob going back to the land and starting a little farm. And how good it would be for Dream to create a whole new realm in the waking world. A sanctuary where he can live in harmony with all the living things around him. The food is home grown and home cooked, the bed is a little lumpy but perfect after a day of hard graft. Life revolves around the act of tending and of creating. It's not too far away from what Dream is used to, but it's all so totally different as well. It's new, but it feels safe.
Hob didn't realise it, but he also really needed this. The modern world is loud and bright, and if he's honest he's been craving the quiet and the stars and the solitude for a while. Solitude with Dream is even better. Sitting on the front step cuddling their chickens, talking about how the crops used to be in the old days before the fields were enclosed. Dream draws patterns in the dust with his finger. Life is quiet. Life is good. When the stars start to come out, they'll put the chickens to bed and then clatter up to their own room, to cuddle up under the patchwork quilt that Dream worked tirelessly to make as a gift for Hob. Tomorrow is a new day to shape together. The fact that Dream is looking forward to it? That means more than he can ever say in words.
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halloween (dad birthday party!matty x reader fluff)
a slightly late final day of promptober fic, featuring both your daughter's cat and her slay of a halloween costume. short and sweet. enjoy! <3
the cat shuffling around on matty's chest makes his eyes shoot open. fuck, had he really fallen asleep on the sofa, dozed off watching the football like his own dad, and his dad before him? christ.
how embarrassing. he's not that old.
blinking back into the realm of the conscious, matty squints at the score at the top left of the tv screen - still nil-nil, the same as it was fifteen minutes ago. that comforts him, despite the looming threat of a newcastle league relegation dependent on them winning this match. he's not old, he's just a tired man who fell asleep watching a boring game after a long, work-filled week.
matty hums happily at that conclusion. the noise vibrates through his shirt-clad chest, making eloise - the ragdoll kitten so named after amy's latest literary obsession, the protagonist of a book series her mum brought home with her from new york - lift her little head and look at him curiously.
he stares back at her. "yes, madam?"
unsurprisingly, eloise doesn't dignify him with a verbal response. she nuzzles softly into his chest, though, and goes back to gently kneading his ribs with a purr, which makes matty smile. not so much at the cat herself, although he does like how comfortable eloise is with him, but rather thinking about how your six-year-old would react to the sight; she's been obsessed with the "eloise is making daddy biscuits!" joke since you told her about it last month, and every time she sees eloise's kneading in action she puts on the gleeful smile she also learned (well, inherited) from you.
you, now audibly walking towards the living room, voice humming what matty thinks is fantasy by mariah carey, heels clicking against the concrete steps. the latter noise threatens to bring up memories of another halloween the two of you had in this house, where you ended up in bed in nothing but your heels, and matty has to focus really hard on thinking about the chord changes in the former noise before the memories become a problem for him, for you, and for getting amy to this bloody school disco on time.
"hi, baby," you smile, wandering over and leaning down to kiss your husband. mayhem pads in behind you, plonking himself down by matty's feet. "good game?"
"not in the slightest. what a shit evening," matty sighs, doing his best to reach down and scratch mayhem's head without disrupting eloise's baking prep. "you look hot, though, babe. really hot."
he's not lying, or exaggerating. the dark grey suit jacket you're wearing is cool as fuck, interestingly structured, and the matching mini pencil skirt and sheer black tights are doing wonders for your legs. maybe matty's biased, because you're his wife and he loves you, but if he had to define "milf", he would take a picture of you right now and use that to do it concisely.
"thanks, baby," you giggle at matty, and he grins and leans up to kiss you again. fuck, he loves flustering you with compliments - always has, always will. "it's not too… corporate?"
matty shakes his head. "it's hot, babe, really."
"well, it is ysl. you look hot, too, by the way, as always," you wink, and matty's heart skips a beat. "although we'll need to lint roller you before we leave, i think, given that somebody's gotten a bit too comfy resting on you and you're wearing full black. yes, missy, i'm talking about you!"
eloise languidly lifts her head again, to look at your smiling face this time; she purrs quite happily when you caress her, but her little face is almost defiant, unapologetic about her choice of seat. matty laughs - softly, as not to startle her - and waves a hand carelessly. "leave her be, she's comfy."
"you know, that old saying really is true."
"what old saying?"
"that there's nothing quite so special as the bond between a dad and the pet they used to claim they didn't want," you smirk, running a hand through matty's hair.
"oi! i never said i didn't want eloise," matty frowns.
"of course not, sweetheart," you kiss your husband's head, and scoop the cat up like she's a baby. eloise purrs again when you rub her stomach. "anyway, she's been summoned by our oldest baby girl, so your outfit's safe for now. there's a lint roller in that random drawer in the kitchen - use that, then meet me in the hallway in three minutes?"
matty smirks. "ooh, a secret halloween rendezvous?"
"no, matthew," you roll your eyes, but smile anyway. "so your daughter can do a big costume reveal for us before we have to leave the house. she's insistent we get the full effect, fully commit to the vibe."
"oh, my baby," matty beams. "i think we're doing a great job raising her. even though your habit of being late to parties has turned out to be a genetic thing."
"yeah, yeah," for the second time in as many minutes, you roll your eyes; you're clearly not that irritated by matty, though, considering you bend down to kiss him as slowly as time pressures (and eloise) allow. "see you in two minutes."
"looking forward to it," matty calls as you leave the room, sighing at the way mayhem follows you without a second glance at him. he supposes he should be used to it by now - ever since you started coming over to hang out all those years ago, mayhem's been completely, totally, utterly devoted to you.
like father, like son.
and like father, like daughter, matty thinks, when he meets you in the hallway a couple of minutes and a quick cat hair removal session later. he can hear amy from round the corner, frantically directing her mum before she makes her appearance. "from the top, mum! and don't forget eloise!"
"alright," you call through cheerily, a total contrast to the grimace on your face - matty has to bite his lip to keep from laughing. "presenting… her royal highness, amelia mignonette thermopolis renaldi, princess of genovia! and," you have to check your phone for the next bit. "the royal kitty, sir fat louie."
matty grins as amy starts to make her way down the corridor towards them, resplendent in a pretty white off-the-shoulder dress with matching gloves, a tiara adorning her bunned hair; his smile widens at the sight of her black headphones, eloise (also wearing a crown) comically big in her tiny arms, and the ray-bans he got her for her birthday to match his own. the princess diaries had been another recent literary and cinematic obsession of amy's, and she was adamant princess mia was her costume of choice for the halloween disco at school. she was also adamant her parents were going to be a part of it, too, which is why you're in your version of charlotte the PA's corporate chic outfit, and matty was forced to dig out an old leather blazer from the at their very best tour to loosely cosplay as joe the security guy.
he doesn't mind in the slightest, though - seeing his little girl smiling so big and having the time of her life is all that really matters to matty, and he'd do anything to make it happen. he's the same when it comes to you; he just loves his girls so much.
and he tells you both that when amy reaches the pair of you, curtseying demurely as you cheer and promptly burping dramatically immediately afterwards. yep. she's your collective offspring, alright.
"so," amy begins, putting eloise (who scampers off to bed) on the ground (with a "thank you for being part of this, eloise! i wish you could come with me, but i'll see you later)". "do you like my costume, dad?"
"i love it, munchkin," matty grins, kneeling to be level with amy. "you look beautiful. but also really cool! s'a perfect outfit for you, i think."
amy nods seriously. "i think so too," she turns to you, barrelling into your legs for a cuddle. "thank you for helping sort it for me, mummy."
"you're welcome, my girl. but," you tilt your head towards matty. "it wasn't me who got your glasses, the most iconic part!"
"oh yeah," amy launches herself into matty's arms, snuggling into him. his baby! he doesn't want to ever let go. "thanks, dad."
"that's alright, munchkin," matty catches a glimpse of his watch - the fancy one you bought him for christmas - over his daughter's head. "listen, my beautiful girls, we'd better get a move on if we want to get to the disco on time. coats on, please."
it's a sign of how excited amy is that she doesn't dispute putting a coat on and covering up her fancy outfit; instead, she just rambles on about her costume and her friends' planned costumes and how excited she is for the snacks and to see if any of her favourite songs are played. you and matty half-listen and half-swoon at how adorable she is, glancing at each other with little smiles on your faces as you begin the drive to the school.
one particular question of hers does pique your attentions, however. "see the foot pop at the end of the film when they kiss? is that a real thing?"
the car goes awkwardly silent as you and matty look at each other, truly unsure how to respond. matty does first. "it's certainly something you don't need to know for a good few years - decades, even."
amy's indignant. "i'm only asking, dad, i'm not going to kiss a boy! they have germs!"
"that's my girl!" you laugh, turning to wink at her; when you turn back to the front, your gaze locks onto matty's pretty face. "but yes, munchkin, it's a real thing. not for everyone, but it's real."
"even for you and dad?"
matty takes your hand and brings it to his lips. "definitely real for us, yeah."
"gross."
#mads muses#mads does writing#into the birthday partyverse#birthday baby#promptober75#matty healy x reader#matty healy fanfic#matty healy fic#matty healy fanfiction#matty healy fluff#matty x reader
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Giving Thanks
Cute little Thanksgiving themed blurb featuring DRM for the girlies in the roleplay discord and A most of all.
About this: Marc spending Thanksgiving alone in the dorms? Not on your watch.
Immersivity: Reader is AFAB though physically undescribed and unnamed. She does attend college and does have a family which celebrates Thanksgiving in typical American fashion.
*
You’re not supposed to be here.
Using your badge to get into the dorms is easy. Catching Marc when he is in the dorm room is harder. He was prone to melancholy, and his melancholy made him prone to wandering: the university pathways between buildings, the library, the baseball field. Before he had moved into your dorm room, he was almost never at his own.
Though you had invited (begged) him to come home with you for Thanksgiving, he had insisted on staying behind at the dorms. You knew his home life was complicated, his emotional connection to the word ‘family’ just as complex, so you hadn’t pushed him, even if leaving him alone during a holiday was painful.
Staring at the mountains of leftovers your family always left behind after Thanksgiving lunch, you had decided on the spur of the moment that there was no way you were going to let Marc spend this day alone. Taking two disposable muffin tins, you had piled them both full of different foods, creating a classic American Thanksgiving smorgasbord: turkey, mashed potatoes, green bean casserole, pumpkin pie, fresh whipped cream and more.
Technically, you weren’t supposed to be in the dorms—not after you had signed your waiver stating you would be away for the holidays–but fuck, it would be worth it to see Marc’s face. It would be worth it to see him, to wrap your arms around him in a hug, to see him light up the way he always seemed to when you were around—
“What are you doing here?”
You whirl around, nearly upending the muffin tins when Marc’s voice calls out from behind you just outside your dorm room door. He’s wearing his winter coat, the thick boots that keep his feet warm while he stomps his way across the cold pavement. A beanie is tugged low over his head, curls peeking out against his forehead and ears. His cheeks are flushed a little beneath his typical tan skin.
“Have you been following me?” you ask.
“Ever since you got out of your car. I was just coming back from the library and I saw you, you little sneak.”
“Happy Thanksgiving!” you blurt out, holding out the muffin tins. His eyes fall to them, and something in his gaze goes warm.
“You…brought me lunch,” he says.
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You end up as lunch.
The muffin tins and their contents are growing cool while Marc spreads you out on the table with the mismatched chairs (half yours and half his own, like a little blended family that you had joint custody of). He peels off your boots and socks and pulls down your leggings, spreading your thighs out as wide as your body allows, til your pussy is exposed to the cool air of the dorm.
Then he eats you—and Marc is a messy eater. He eats your pussy without any sense of shame, no embarrassment at the sounds his mouth makes (nor any cruel amusement in the sounds your own body makes) as he works you over with lips, tongue, and teeth. Sweet Marc always starts with his lips: pecks against your thighs and vulva that turn into wet, sucking kisses, his tongue slipping between your folds and pressing in deep against your entrance like you’re leaking honey and not just slick. His smooth jaw works against you, stimulating your sensitive sex while he latches his lips over your clit and sucks, soft and sweet. It is all remarkably rushed for the likes of Marc (who usually drags sex out into a marathon-performance instead of a sprint), but you hardly mind when your muscles tense, thighs shaking from how far apart they are spread as you soak his face and the table with your orgasm.
“Oh my god,” you slur, trembling like a leaf. You can’t stop shaking as he stands, his hands falling to his belt. The soft clink as he undoes it instills a Pavlovian response in you, and even though you have just cum, you ache with emptiness.
“Want to fuck you,” he mutters, jaw still wet with your slick. “Can I?”
“God, yes.”
“Hold yourself open.”
You reach down and spread the lips of your pussy open, watching with a watering mouth as he works his pants and underwear down just beneath his cock. Fuck, his boots are still on. Why is that so sexy?
With his hands on your thighs, he drags you to the edge of the table. Marc leans over you, cock nudging at your entrance when he plants his palms on the oak. He watches your expression as the fat head of him splits you open. He likes to see the way your mouth goes slack, your eyes roll back, your nails scramble for purchase against the smooth wood.
“So good to me, bringing me food,” he mutters, curls brushing your forehead when he leans down to kiss you. “Bringing me this pretty pussy. How’d you know I was hungry? How’d you know how bad I missed you?”
“It’s–It’s–Th-Th-Thanksgiv—oh my fucking god, don’t stop, don’t stop.” You dissolve, the subtle height the table provides you pressing him against all your most sensitive spots. At the apex of each thrust, his pubic bone grinds against your clit, still buzzing from his tongue.
“This is me giving thanks,” Marc says, laughing breathily at his own joke, each word punctuated by a thrust that you feel all the way in your guts.
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Fluff alphabet- Ruben Dias
A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about their partner?)
Physically Ruben adores your smile. He loves waking up in the morning and being met with your bright smile next to him and he loves getting home to see your happy face after a long day. Your smile is the first thing Ruben noticed about you when he met you it made you stand out completely in the crowd of people at the event that night.
Personality wise Ruben loves how intelligent you are. He is always amazed by just how smart you are and he likes to call you the smartest person in the world even though you definitely aren't. The fact that you are so respected for your intelligence in your field makes him so proud and he always likes to show off your achievements to others as he thinks everyone needs to know how amazing you are.
B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)
Ruben loves the idea of having a little family of his own with you. He can't wait to see you with your own kids whenever the day comes as you are so good with his teammates kids and the kids in his family. Every time Ruben sees you with a baby it always melts his heart and gives him baby fever but he knows you aren't ready yet but he will wait as long as you need as he wants nothing more than to have kids with you. Ruben knows that it won't all be easy but he is excited to go on that journey with you when the time is right.
C = Cuddle (How do they like to cuddle?)
Ruben loves nothing more than to completely engulf you in his arms. Whenever he gets home the first thing he does is come and find you and wrap his arms around you as tight as he can so you can't escape. Eventually he will let go so that the both of you can shower and change and so you can eat dinner but afterwards he goes right back to cuddling you. Any days he has off he spends most of the time having you in his arms as he loves having you close to him. The two of you have to spend a lot of time apart which is why when he gets to be with you he loves to have you as close as possible and just make the most of each moment.
D = Dreams (How do they picture their future with their S/O?)
Ruben knows that the two of you will never have a normal life but he sees the two of you following the regular course of life. He wants to marry you, have a few kids and grow old together. That being said Ruben knows your life will be more complicated than that as there is still a lot in his career that he wants to achieve and you have your own goals which could take you two down all sorts of different paths in life. Ruben has always pictured the two of you achieving all of your goals together so even if life is complicated and things don't necessarily end up the way he wants them to he just wants you by his side as he navigates the future.
E = Emotions (How do they express their emotions around you?)
Ruben is very good with his emotions and knows how to express them in healthy ways. This means that the two of you don't really fight as if something is bothering one of you you always talk it through without getting mad until you can find a solution that satisfies the both of you. Of course there are occasions when you fight but it never lasts for longer than a few minutes when you both realise that you are doing things the wrong way and take some time to cool off before fixing whatever's the problem. There are times that Ruben bottles things up especially when you are super busy at work or it's something that he thinks could hurt you but eventually he has to tell you and you always work through whatever it is together.
F = Feelings (When did they know they're in love?)
Ruben knew the second he brought you to meet his family for the first time. He loves his family and so their opinion is always very important to him so if they didn't like you that would be a dealbreaker for him. You of course knew this so you were a very nervous but you wanted to just be yourself as you didn't want them to take a liking to a different version of you. As soon as Ruben came to pick you up he was beaming from ear to ear as you had with you flowers and a bottle of wine for his parents. When you arrived he could tell that his family took an instant liking to you which made him feel good. Throughout the evening as he watched you let your guard down and get closer to all of his family he realised that you were truly perfect and he was completely in love with you. He didn't expect to leave his parents realising he loved you but he was incredibly happy knowing he'd found someone special.
G = Gratitude (How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their S/O does for them?)
He is so incredibly grateful for everything you do for him. He is well aware of how much you do for him and not just the physical things but also how you help him mentally as well. Ruben knows that without you he would be a mess as at times you are like his therapist especially after a hard game or bad training session you are always there to help him get better. You also do lots of other things for Ruben like always having dinner prepared when he gets home or making the smoothies he likes after a long training session. He can never thank you enough for doing all of these things for him but he tries his best to tell you and show you how thankful he is. He tries his best to get you flowers each week to show his appreciation but he knows it's not nearly enough to thank you for everything you do.
H = Honesty (Do they have secrets they hide from their S/O?)
Ruben does keep things from you but only things that are truly necessary. If he has a surprise planned for you birthday or something like your anniversary he will be completely tight lipped about it to the point that you wouldn't even have an inkling of what he's planning. Sometimes it scares you how good he is at keeping secrets but at the same time you know he would never keep anything important from you as he's not the type to do that. The other thing that Ruben would keep as a secret is anything that could hurt you. For example if someone had said something bad about you to him or there's a rumour about him cheating he'd try his best to keep you away from that as he believes you don't need any of that in your life.
I = Injury (How would they react if you got hurt?)
Ruben would be so sad if you got hurt because he likes to protect you so if you hurt yourself he would feel like he'd failed at keeping you safe. He would feel extra bad if it's an injury he's had experience with as he knows the pain you're going through. If he can he will help you with recovery from your injury and he will ask pep if he can bring you to the clubs physios so they can check you out and help you. Even if you just cut yourself making dinner Ruben will be so dramatic making sure to wash the cut and then put a band aid over it and of course give you lots of kisses which he does no matter what you've hurt.
J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous? How do they deal with it)
Ruben isn't the jealous type he doesn't get mad whenever you are around other guys or get attention from them. He trusts you and he knows you are happy with him so no random guy in the club is going to interest you so he doesn't feel the need to get jealous as you simply don't care about anyone else. There are times that Ruben gets slightly jealous but he's more protective than anything. If you are out at an event or in a club and some guy is flirting with you even if you aren't paying any attention and he's right there he still makes sure to try and stand as tall as possible and puff his chest out all while having an arm around your waist. He wants to look as scary as possible so these guys know not to go too far otherwise he will do something which is usually just telling them to back off but he wants people to think he would punch them even though he never would.
K = Kiss (How do they kiss you? How do they like to be kissed?)
He absolutely loves giving you forehead kisses. Forehead kisses are just perfect because of your height difference as it means Ruben can kiss you whenever he wants without having to bend down or make you get on your tiptoes. Because of this he is literally always giving you forehead kisses from the minute he wakes up to the minute you go to sleep.
Ruben loves when you kiss his jaw he just thinks it's really sexy for some reason. It always makes his muscles tense when you kiss his jaw and it sends a tingling feeling coursing through his veins. He just loves it so much but you only do it every now and then as you don't want to overuse your powers.
L = Love (Who says 'I love you' first?)
Ruben 100% says I love you first. It took him a little while to say it as he was nervous about saying to too soon and overwhelming you but he knew how he felt and he always planned to be the one to say it to you first. When it actually happened it was kind of an accident, the two of you were just hanging out at his place one evening talking and the words just slipped out his mouth before he could stop them. It took the both of you by surprise but you were still quick to say it back.
M = Memory (What's their favourite memory together?)
Ruben's favourite memory is from when he brought you to his hometown for the first time. It was a great trip as he got to show you around and you go to learn more about where Ruben comes from. As much as that was fun his favourite memory is from when all of his extended family got together and you finally got to meet them all. Everyone loved you straight away and by the end of the evening no one from outside the family would've been able to tell that you all hadn't known each other for years and Ruben just loved that. He loves that you get on so well with everyone you meet so it holds a special place in his heart when he sees you so happy surrounded by his entire family.
N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?)
Ruben does like to buy you stuff but he never goes overboard. He doesn't often buy you anything really expensive unless it's your birthday or Christmas as you tell him off every time he does as you don't want him spending so much money on you. Despite that Ruben can't resist buying you things if they make him think of you. Whatever your hobbies are if he sees something to do with them he buys the stuff in an instant and will give it to you either as soon as he gets home or as soon as they arrive. You have learnt that nothing is going to stop Ruben buying you things so instead you just thank him endlessly whenever he does.
O = On Cloud Nine (What are they like when they're in love? Is it obvious to others?
It is so painfully obvious to everyone else that Ruben is wildly in love with you. No one can ever get him to admit how deeply he really loves you but they can see it whenever you're around or when your name is mentioned in conversation. Ruben could be really frustrated or angry about something but as soon as he sees you everything he's thinking about goes right out the window and he turns into a big softie. Sometimes on a bad day one his teammates will call you and get you to talk to Ruben because afterwards he's a whole different person and so much happier.
P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)
Ruben uses a lot of Portuguese nicknames for you such as meu amor or querida but he also likes to call you darling as every time he says it you get weak at the knees.
Q = Questions (What are the questions they're always asking?)
Ruben is always asking you if you are ok or if you are happy as he only wants the best for you so if you aren't happy he will do everything within his power to make you happy again.
R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)
Living in Manchester means there are a lot of rainy days so most of them time you two have to go about your normal lives despite the heavy rain but on the odd occasion neither of you have anything to do rainy days are spent entirely together. Usually you will spend most of the day laying on the sofa together cuddling while watching tv or playing board games together. These moments are always so special to Ruben as it's not often that he gets to spend this much time with you so he always savours every second of rainy days where he gets to have you in his arms.
S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/S/O up?)
When Ruben is having a bad day he loves to spend time with you to cheer him up. He always makes sure to put his phone away and just enjoys your company on these sort of days as it allows him to notice all the little things you do or your little quirks that he loves so much. Once he's with you and only paying attention to you it makes all of his worries disappear and his day gets so much better.
When you are sad or having a hard time Ruben likes to take you out somewhere quiet where the two of you get to be away from the rest of society. You can either sit there quietly which Ruben is more than ok with or if you want to tell him about your problems he is right there to listen to everything you say. Sometimes he offers you advice and other times he just lets you get things off your chest as he knows that sometimes that's all you need.
T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)
Ruben will talk about anything and everything with you. He loves hearing you talk about what you do and he secretly loves to hear the gossip from where you work. The two of you tell each other literally everything so if one of you learns something new or found out a fun fact you always share it with each other as soon as you are together.
U = Understanding (How well do they know their partner?)
Ruben knows you better than you know yourself at times. He knows everything there is to know about you and he understands you on a deeper level than everyone else in your life. Having this understanding has been really important in your relationship as there are times that you can't find the words to express your feelings but Ruben knows exactly what's going on and can help you. Ruben loves that he knows you so well as it means he can tell from just the look in your eyes what you are feeling or if you are trying to tell him something without saying it out loud.
V = Value (How important is the relationship to them? What is it worth in comparison to other things in their life?)
Your relationship is very important to Ruben, you are always by his side no matter what and to him that's more valuable than anything else in life. Of course other things in his life are important such as football but even that comes second behind you as he would rather have you than make a decision that would mean he loses you. Any important decision even if it's to do with his career he talks about it with you as he knows what he does affects you and he wants to make sure that you are ok with everything as that's important to him.
W = Wedding (When, where, and how do they propose?)
Ruben decides to propose a few years into your relationship as he feels that after a few years of being together you are both ready to take the next step. He decides the perfect time is over the summer break while you are on holiday before the new season starts as you two get to spend more time together enjoying the moment. Ruben thinks about proposing for weeks before you two actually go on away together so when the time comes round he's actually super nervous. He knows you would never say no but that doesn't stop him getting really nervous. You notice him acting suspicious for the first few days of the holiday and you worry there is something wrong with him. A few days into the holiday you two are having a beach day and you are standing at the shoreline watching the sunset together then all of a sudden Ruben gets down on one knee and pops the question. It's a very emotional moment and you have happy tears flowing down your face but it's the best day of your life.
X = XOXO (How affectionate are they? In public/in private)
Ruben isn't big on PDA as he knows that pictures will just end up everywhere and you will get loads of horrible messages. He does however love having you close to protect you so whenever you are out anywhere together he always has his hand in yours or an arm around your waist so that no one can get to you or hurt you. At home he is the exact opposite to how he is in public he loves being affectionate and pretty much always has you in his arms and loves kissing you whenever he wants to.
Y = Yearning (How well do they cope when they're separated from their S/O?)
Ruben has to be away from you quite often as he has to travel to matches and more often than not you can't go with him due to work. As he has to be away from you quite often Ruben has learnt to cope plus he's and adult so he doesn't need you by his side everyday. That being said he does miss you a lot when he's away for a longer period and he counts down the days until he's back home with you. He likes to FaceTime you everyday that he's away even it it's just one day as he very much values the conversations he has with you every evening and they are part of his routine. When he finally gets back home he loves that you always greet him at the door by running up to him and jumping in his arms.
Z = Zeal (Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship?)
Ruben would do absolutely anything to keep your relationship and you happy and healthy. He truly believes that you are his soulmate and because of that you are the most important thing to him so he knows that your relationship has to be his top priority.
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Nimona headcanons that I've written through and incredibly stressful week
When Bal is overstimulated he likes the feeling of weight on him
But he can’t justify spending at least 40 bucks on a singular blanket so he does the next best thing
He lays on the floor and has Ambrosius and Nimona lay on top of him
When Ambrosius is overstimulated he doesn’t join the pile because anything touching him makes him want to crawl out of his skin
And Bal doesn’t mind he just asks Nimona to shift into something heavier to make up for it
Ambrosius will however wait until Bal is comfy and content to start messing with Nimona
Sometimes he’ll nudge her until she laughs sometimes he’ll tell stupid knock-knock jokes to get her to laugh
Because he knows hearing them both laugh puts a smile on Bal’s face
Nimona’s headphones are noise canceling
And sometimes they’ll notice the boys are overstimulated in public they’ll let them borrow their headphones
Sometimes when Nimona goes on their little solo trips they’ll bring the boys back random things
Sometimes it’s shiny rocks that they thought looked cool sometimes is flowers that they thought were interesting sometimes it’s ticket stubs from random places or clay for Ambrosius pots and metal for Bal’s welding
They both have a little pile of random stuff that Nimona just found and gave them
And it didn’t take long for them to do the same
Nothing puts a smile on his face faster than hearing the boys say “Hey Nim I have something for your rock collection”
They all keep two little trinkets on them at all times
Nimona has a rock that Ambrosius thought was cool and a ticket stub from the first movie she and Bal saw together
Bal has sea glass that Nimona found randomly and a flower Ambrosius brought home that he pressed
Ambrosius has a coin that must be thousands of years old that Nimona just randomly dropped in his lap one day and a picture of the trio that Bal took of them mid-laugh
Bal has the patience of a saint until someone acts purposefully ignorant or when someone twists someone else's words
It’s the easiest and fastest way to piss him off
A lot of reporters learned this the hard way and there are only a handful of them who will interview him
He also banned himself from Ambrosius' work unless he was dropping off food or picking him up
Because there have been multiple instances where he almost launched himself at Ambrosius’ coworkers
One of Ambrosius' favorite things is listening to Bal info dump about something he’s genuinely passionate about
He’s made it his mission to ask Bal every single day about something interesting that happened
And he’ll just sit back and listen as Bal talks for like 3 hours about one tiny little aspect of his day
According to Ambrosius it’s incredibly relaxing and it’s one of the ways he’ll unwind after a stressful day
#nimona 2023#nimona movie#nimona headcanon#nimona#ballister boldheart#ambrosius goldenloin#ballister x ambrosius#goldenheart#I love these sappy chaotic dorks#I know they all have trinket piles#like the little goblins they are
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Hello! Hope your day or night is going well-
Was wondering if you could do Leon, Piers, and Raihan with reader s/o that's an artist? Maybe reader goes up to them proudly showing sketches and such??
-Skull anon (?)
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hi skull anon! i can definitely do that! its such a cute prompt and i love it! Also, would you rather go by 💀 anon or just the word "skull" anon. both are available so either one is fine!. have a lovely day or night!. i can do a couple of HC's and then a mini story for each!
𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧
-hes always admired your drawings. he would causally watch over your shoulder as you draw. he stays there for a bit before walking off because he wants to respect your privacy with your drawings. he does ask about it later, and whether you show it to him or not is up to you, he doesnt get hurt about it.
-without him knowing it, you draw him all the time, which hes battling against someone or when hes training by himself. youre always in the audience or right behind him trying to capture his determined face and all his greatness in the drawing youre sketching.
-besides him watching you draw, he absolutely loves when you go outside and paint. he loves how the colors you use pop as you capture the scenery and Pokemon around his home town. if it wasnt for his champion duties he would stay outside with you and watch you all day long.
-when you show him the drawings you made of him when he was battling/training he just gets so excited and stoked, and he praises you. "Woahh! You drew me! I look so cool, this is so cool! This is wonderful thank you so much!" this drawing made him fall in love with you all over again.
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You quietly sat in the stadium lobby, finishing up the sketch of Leon that you began drawing earlier as he was battling against some trainer. Since Leon had just finished his match he was bombarded with fans and interviewers, which you were kinda happy about, only this once though. You wanted enough time to put the best detail in this drawing before showing it to him. After some time the crowed died down,and just then you had finally finished. "So thats where you were!" you heard Leons voice above you, you gazes up to be met with his purple eyes and warm smile. "You're tired right? C'mon lets go home, you'll have to lead the way though,,," He laughed a bit and offered his arm to you. You clutched your sketchbook and shyly go up and leaned near him, "Uhm,, before we go I have something to show you" You hesitantly lifted up your sketchbook for him to see. After a couple minuets of silence you grew nervous, "i know its not that good,, but-" "NOT GOOD?? Are you kidding me? This is absolutely awesome!! You're amazing Y/N!" he brought you close and engulfed you in a warm hug, you shyly smiles in responce.
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𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐬
-he always silently admires you drawing from a distance because he doesnt want to disturb you. he intently watched the way you fingers grip your pencil and how it glides on the piece of paper your drawing on. he loves how concentrated you look and how you furrow your brows when you observe the details of your drawing.
-you absolutely love drawing him whenever hes preforming with his Pokemon or whenever he just silently lays guitar and sings to himself. you love catching his electric and calm moods in your drawings. for you hes one of the most fun people to draw.
-he always makes sure you take care of yourself when drawing. if you've been drawing for too long and neglecting your health and hygiene he helps you take care of yourself. and whenever your hand cramps from all the drawing he shows you the hand exercises other artists do when they draw.
-when you show him one of the many drawings you drew of him he has to take a couple minutes to take in what hes seeing, he has to have enough time to take in the magnificent drawing you drew. its the best piece of art hes ever laid his eyes upon, and he makes sure to tell you that. "This is the most beautify drawing my eyes have ever laid upon"
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You sat in the corner of the gym courtyard and admired as Piers preformed in from of the many Team Yell members. You sketched fast, wanting to capture every spark of emotion that was going on throughout the performance, but of course you still kept your precision. About an hour later you heard him yell, "Thank you all for coming!" followed by a crowd of yelling. And soon they scattered around going back to probably tormenting any trainer that came in Marnies way. As you stood up you heard a pair of footsteps, they were Piers. "I didnt see you in the crowd" he sounded a bit sad. "I know,, im sorry,, but I did enjoy what I heard!" you smiled at him, "But while you were preforming I couldnt help but make this" You showed him the sketch you've been working on during his concert. He took quite a bit to respond, not because he didnt like it, no it was quite the opposite. "Y/N,,, this is wonderful. Its so beautiful, truly a masterpiece! How can one be so talented?" You brightly smiled at the praises he gave you.
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𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐧
-he treats you like the next Picasso, constant praises whenever you show him the scenery and Pokemon drawings youve been working on. with your consent he always takes photos of your artwork and post them online so that all his fans can be blessed by your artwork. he also shows you all the nice things they say.
-you always love drawing him while he battles. you always try to capture all his interesting facial expressions whenever you're watching. and sometimes when you're struggling with a pose or if you cant find one he volunteers to be your model!
-he loves requesting drawing prompt to you, and you love receiving them. especially when you have art block. he always tries to pay you whenever you go through with the request but you always kindly deny, you cant make your lovely boyfriend pay you, you feel too guilty. if you're ever stuck on a pose or dont know what pose you should draw he always volunteers to be your model.
-when you show him the drawing you made of him he praises you to the bone, he will not shut up about how much he loves this drawing. its like an ego boost for him. he examines every detail and traces it with his fingers. "You captured me so well in this drawing! I love is so much that im going to hang it up on the fridge!" of course he has to take a quick photo for him to post, of course with your permission.
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You sat in the Dragon Gym's lobby, his Gym has been closed for the day due to a scheduled match that went on in the Wyndon Stadium. The match was being live streamed and posted so you quickly pulled out you phone and sketchbook and began sketching his exciting match. After a while of being in the lobby were all you heard was your pencil sketching on your paper as you were finishing up some minor details, you heard a voice boom over you. "Hehe, you love me so much you're even watching my clips from today's battle, that kinda funny" and in response you let out a laugh. "Why would I not? Especially when you look the coolest when battling, thats why I always draw you when you have a match" You say as you've completely finished your drawing. "Wait you always drew me from todays match?? Can I see?" You nodded your head and lifted up your sketchbook so he can see the drawing of him you recently completed. "Y/N this is so cool! Every drawing you make is a masterpiece, but this takes the top! You captured the energy and detail of the battle perfectly! This is going on the fridge!"
#pokemon x reader#pokemon#pokemon sword#pokemon shield#pokemon sword and shield x reader#pokemon swsh x reader#pokemon swsh#pokemon sword and shield#pokemon sword x reader#pkmn swsh#swsh x reader#pokemon shield x reader#swsh#pokemon leon x reader#leon swsh#champion leon#leon x reader#pokemon leon#leon pokemon#swsh leon#leon swsh x reader#pokemon piers#piers swsh#piers pokemon#piers x reader#pokemon piers x reader#piers swsh x reader#pokemon raihan#raihan x reader#swsh raihan
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You Might Not Like Her [Natasha 'Phoenix' Trace]
A/N: This felt really personal for me as this month is PRIDE and it's my first summer out as a bisexual woman! I knew the minute I saw this prompt that this is the story I wanted to write and it made me happy to finally do my first female x female love interest imagine :) I hope you like it! Also, title of imagine is based on the song You Might Not Like Her by Maddie Zahm who is on TikTok - she's EVERYTHING.
Go stream that song if you haven't already.
PROMPT: Could you do #1: ' you sure you wanna do this? '' with Phoenix please:)
It goes without saying but I do not give permission for anyone to use my work or copy it somewhere else.
PLOT: Phoenix is finally introducing her girlfriend to the group.
You wiped your hand on your cute summer dress, a poor attempt to get the clamminess off your palms. Natasha watched your anxious tick once more from the corner of her eye and finally reached over from the driver seat to clasp her hand tightly to yours, resting it on the daisy floral pattern against your thigh. You took a deep sigh of relief, relaxing into her touch as you looked up with a sheepish smile.
“I’m nervous,” you murmured honestly as she stopped at the red light, interlacing your fingers as she took a glance in your direction. Her hair was down for once, a stark contrast to the tight bun she often swept it up into in the early mornings when she left bed. It framed her face delicately, brushing along her jawline as it felt.
“I know baby,” she smiled back reassuringly. Natasha knew that things would be okay, she wouldn’t allow any of the guys in the class to meet you if she foresaw any negative energy. She knew that you still had a slight discomfort regarding your sexuality, with her as your first girlfriend. But Natasha deserved to show you off, her amazing partner, the person that kept her cool, calm and collected all the time. The reason she flew with such a precise nature up in the clouds. “They’re going to love you, I promise.”
You relaxed into the material of the seat, letting the leather cool down your cheeks. Your tummy did a flip as she pulled into a free space in front of Penny’s house. Penny was hosting a BBQ for everyone, a change of pace from the familiar bar that the pilots had frequented to celebrate their safe coming home. When Phoenix arrived home from the stressful mission, she knew it was time to share you with her coworkers, her friends. Well, she knew the minute her plane landed safely back on the flight deck, nerves shot from the stress and the concern for Rooster. For Maverick. Natasha wouldn’t waste another minute not freely sharing the love of her life with the other love of her life.
Bob already knew. Of course he did. She trusted Bob with her life, she had to with their shared metal coffin in the sky so one hard day after their comm systems were off and she was cruising them back to base - she blurted it out.
She watched from her mirror as Bob just nodded in understanding, eyes meeting hers and asking when he could meet her. That was the moment she knew Bob was better than the best of them. No questions, no confused looks. Just acceptance.
So when she brought Bob back with her after they both had showered off the stench of their dogfight exercise and a messily fast text to you regarding the extra guest for dinner, she knew that this would be the trial test she needed. The two of you had gotten along swimmingly, you with your stories of the college you worked at and him, sharing stories of his travels in between missions - she knew you’d be a hit with the other boys.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” you asked her once more as she closed your car door behind you, letting you intertwine your soft digits once more and clutching her bicep in your other hand for comfort. Natasha only stared deeply into your eyes with an intense look, leaning in slightly to catch your lips with hers. Her presence sent a calming wave across your chest and you stood a little straighter when you pulled away.
“I’m more sure of this than anything in the world,” she replied, pressing a kiss to your nose.
You giggled slightly, shaking your head. “Well that can’t be right, I need you to be more sure about flying babe,” the comment made Natasha roll her eyes playfully, tugging you gently along as you made your way to the front door. You both took a small moment, but it was your small delicate hand that reached up to turn the knob and opened the door to a new group of people. She stepped forward, pulling you inside the cool room as AC buzzed in the window sills.
Penny was first to notice the two of you squeeze through the foyer, smiling widely at your clasped embrace. She rushed forward with an introduction of her name and squeezed you both in a deep hug, Maverick not far behind. “So this must be the lucky lady I’ve heard so much about,” he beamed at his favorite cadet before holding his hand out for you to shake. You smiled shyly, shaking the man’s hand as you looked at your girlfriend.
“Phoenix?” you heard from down the hallway, noticing Rooster with an unopened beer in hand. Confusion painted all over his facial features, as he took in your presence.
Natasha didn’t miss a beat, confidently pulling away from Maverick to put her hand around your waist. “Roost, come meet my girlfriend,” you glanced at each other, grins widening at her words as you stepped further into the house to meet the tall man, tanned and dressed in an ugly Hawaiian shirt.
It wasn’t until you got outside to the backyard where the rest of the gang was that the air became electric. A blond man, assumingly from his good looks to be Hangman, caught your eye first and noticed Phoenix’s arm wrapped around you. He smirked slightly, though his brow quipped at the sight. Bob followed his gaze, jumping up in delight at your appearance. He called your name as he moved to hug you, wrapping you tightly in his arms with a warmth that made you smile.
“Guys, this is Y/N,” Natasha announced, making you glance up at her with baited breath. “She’s my lovely girlfriend.”
The men erupted in hoots and hollers, loud calls of delight echoing as they each came over to meet you and shake your hands. A few hours later, you were all sitting comfortably around a fire pit, roasting marshmallows and listening to stories of different adventures the group had been on. Hangman, gaze rarely leaving your site was beginning to become too much. You weren’t sure whether it was the surprise of Phoenix having a girlfriend or the fetishism that often had made you cautious of sharing your sexuality with men in your life.
“Is there something I can help you with Hangman?” you asked, voice cutting through Payback’s story as the group fell quiet. You shifted from your spot on Natasha’s lap, looking at him expectantly. His eyebrows rose and he cleared his throat before looking away at the moment.
“Sorry,” he blurted, taking the group by surprise. Hangman apologizing? Not in his vocabulary.
“What’s your deal Bagman?” Natasha echoed your question, arms wrapping tightly around you in a protective nature as she pressed a few light kisses to the sun kissed skin of your shoulder blade.
“I just,” he cleared his throat again, in discomfort. “I’ve never seen Phoenix as happy as she is with you by her side and I’m trying to understand why she kept you away for so long when you two look so happy.” His words brought a blush up on your cheeks as you glanced down at your lap.
“Is Hangman getting soft on us?” Rooster asked, taking a drag from his beer before pulling his leg up to cross over his knee.
“Don’t ruin the moment,” Natasha tipped her beer appreciatively at the pilot, “It’s a nice moment.” You didn’t notice her mouthing thank you to Hangman but you did smile in his direction as Payback went back to telling his recounting of a mission that he went on overseas. You leaned back into your girlfriend’s arms, whispering I love yous as you settled into your spot in the family - feeling welcomed for the first time in a long time.
#natasha trace#natasha phoenix trace#natasha trace x reader#natasha trace imagine#phoenix imagine#top gun#top gun maverick#top gun fanfiction
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Moocho Brazos Headcanons!
While Kate was at the circus, he was largely responsible for her schooling. Although she was more gifted physically than academically, she was several grade levels ahead, so he adapted to meet her where she was at. He also brought in other topics that wouldn't be taught in school because they were considered not useful or irrelevant, but he knew Kate would enjoy and find important. They often held lessons while Kate was practicing her acrobatics because it helped her to move while learning.
Later, he helped out a great deal with teaching the kids at Mr. Benedict's house, second only to Miss Perumal.
He likes folk music!
He can play the lute
He loves butternut squash
He is fluent in ASL! One of the trapeze artists was deaf, so quite a few members of the circus learned together. Then Moocho taught Kate when she arrived, and she picked it up like a natural. They used it to communicate in circus routines when the music was too loud and also to gossip around other non-ASL speaking members.
They continued gossiping in this manner after the circus, unfortunately forgetting that 70% of Mr. Benedict's household is also fluent in ASL. Including Milligan, who knows *exactly* how they're making fun of his tactical sport zip-to-transform jeans-to-jorts hybrids. However, he is choosing to hold his tongue and reveal this information at the funniest possible moment, preferably several years in the future.
Speaking of the tactical sport zip-to-transform jeans-to-jorts hybrids, Moocho and Number Two teamed up to sew a matching pair for Kate for her next birthday. She laughed at them both and at how ridiculous the pants looked, then proceeded to wear them every day.
Whenever he sees an item Kate might like in her bucket, he buys it and brings it home for her. Even if it's just a Cool Rock he thinks she might enjoy. (She does. The Cool Rock goes in the bucket.)
Somehow, he has the birthdays of everyone in the neighborhood memorized, and he always rings their doorbell with a small treat. Soon enough the neighbors ask him to bake cakes and pies for their birthdays and parties. He always pretends he's going to accept payment and then refuses at the last second.
His dream is to one day open a bakery. However, he's held off and hasn't said anything because he wanted to wait until Kate was all grown up so he could be there for her. When Kate found out as a young adult still living at home, she called him an idiot, felt horribly guilty for all of three seconds, and then persuaded him to open the bakery. He did, with start-up funds from Mr. Benedict and plans to pay him back once business gets going (of course, Mr. Benedict won't accept that. perhaps a free muffin here and there). Kate is up early many mornings helping him prep and bake for the day.
#your honor I love him#moocho brazos#the mysterious benedict society#kate wetherall#milligan wetherall
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To Hold the Sea | Ch. 18 B
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synopsis: You head home with Dazai.
warnings: ew romance. sentimentality.
You think of visiting Ango, but, knowing how tired you are, it doesn’t feel worth it. Besides, on the off-chance he went home on time, you’d have wasted yours. When you exit your office, you see Dazai walking down the hall.
“Going somewhere after work?” he asks.
“Home,” You say flatly, “I’m just tired.”
“Would you mind having company?” you smile as you think it over,
“No, I wouldn’t.” he smiles back and places his hand between your shoulder blades, guiding you down the hall.
“Did you have dinner plans?”
“Takeout.”
“Order whatever; I’ll pick it up.” You close your eyes and lean onto his shoulder,
“Thank you.” You sigh.
“Anything for you, dear.”
“Oh, shut up.” you laugh, embarrassed. He says nothing else but snakes his hand down your arm to lock fingers with yours. You welcome it, squeezing his hand sweetly. You walk down the street, letting cool fall air brush over you happily. You’re squished together on the train, but it’s fine; you’ve been closer. When you get up to your apartment, you bicker back and forth about which appetizers to order. Compromise is difficult, but, thankfully, possible. You lay down on the couch while he goes to pick it up. You’re only half awake when he comes back and sets everything down on your coffee table. You can't tell if you just imagined him kissing you on the forehead. Dinner is quiet but comfortable. He made an effort to pay again; it feels strange, not that you don’t enjoy it. In your groggy haze, you find the confidence to comment on it,
“You stopped trying to be a mooch.”
“I thought maybe it was time for a change.”
“Hm. I’m not complaining.” he laughs at your muffled words and stuffed mouth. Dazai glances around the room aimlessly, but you watch as his eyes land on your old CD player: the one you kept in your old apartment with him. You watch as he tilts his head, still staring at it intently, maybe reminiscing on your time together back then. He breaks his silence,
“We never did buy those market lights.”
“Hm?”
“The lights for your old apartment. We didn’t get the paint either.”
“I’m surprised you remember.”
“How could I forget?”
“It seemed like you did; we never bought them, you never brought it up again.”
“I wish we would’ve. It would’ve made the place feel more like a home.”
“I didn’t know you got hung up on these things.”
“It’s in my nature to think and think again.”
“Oh, I’m aware.”
It’s strange to hear Dazai, of all people, talking about ‘home.’ It was something he never claimed to have or need. He barely thought he earned any right to have one.
“You think my place is homey now?” he thinks about it for a moment,
“Certain rooms.”
“Which ones?” he doesn’t respond, he just smirks at you slyly. You chuckle.
“It’s nice outside tonight.” he deflects,
“It is? I thought it was cold.”
“Well, it is, but the view looks nice.”
“Do you want to sit on the balcony?” he looks at you and smiles,
“Do you?”
It’s a clear night, you can see the buildings all lit up for miles. It’s a shame you live in the city; maybe one day you’ll have a balcony to see the stars. Or a house. Maybe one day the two of you could. The blanket you brought out miraculously covers both of you. Much to your delight, it forces you to be in close quarters. It must look kind of stupid, the two of you in adjacent chairs, a blanket stretched across them. You don’t know when it happens, maybe you’re too deep in thought, but at some point, Dazai grabs your hand. You lean your head on his shoulder. After a couple of minutes, he gets up,
“Be right back.”
in the meantime, you bundle yourself in the blanket. When he returns, he leaves the door open just a crack, and you can hear music playing from what you can only assume is your old CD player. He reaches a hand out to you,
“Would you like to dance?” He looks so pretty; the light of the moon and the soft, yellow light from inside your apartment compliment him beautifully. You grab his hand and he fixes the blanket around your shoulders as best he can before moving his feet gracefully to the music. You let him guide you through his motions, twirling and swaying, being careful not to trip on his feet. He uses what little space you have effortlessly. The balcony feels like a ballroom, romantic and lively.
“You’re such a romantic.” you quip.
“I was born to be a Renaissance man, I’d argue.”
“I feel like you’d belong more with romanticists or Van Gogh.”
“You think I belong in an asylum?” he asks, faux offense riddling his features.
“Sometimes,” you shrug; he laughs.
“If only I’d never met you, I’d never have been so crazy.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Crazy in love.”
“That’s corny,” you say as you lean your head on his chest.
Days and nights pass by easier with him around. Maybe things were meant to be like this. Maybe, if you had the chance– if the two of you had lived normal lives– you’d have been like this the whole time. But, even if given the chance to live a ‘normal’ life, would you take it? Is the reward for living ‘correct’ worth the possibility of losing someone like him? You hold him tighter.
“Something wrong?” he asks, when he looks at you his hair falls so perfectly; it makes you want to cry. You grab fistfuls of his shirt as you push your teary-eyed face into his chest. His body tenses at the act, but he relaxes and hugs you softly after his initial shock,
“Was I too corny?” he jokes. You huff and nod, still somewhat hiding your face,
“I missed this. I missed us being like this.”
“Weren’t we always?”
“No. I felt like somewhere along the line you were done with me.”
“Done with you?” he asks incredulously.
“Like you just kept me around for my sake, not ‘cause you wanted me around.”
“Darling, how could I not want you around?” He laughs, patting your head soothingly.
“It’s just— You have a tendency to be… absent; you know this.”
“I do, yes.”
“You’d stay with me but it never felt like you were really there…”
“I know,” He sighs, looking up to the sky,” But I needed someone, and you were always there. I’ve never forgotten that.” You look up to him and he leans down to you,
“May I?” He asks,
“Of course.”
He kisses you softly; It’s more innocent than it normally is. It makes you smile. He pulls away from your lips and gives you a peck on the forehead.
“You were right, it’s really cold out here.” he chuckles.
“Yeah…” You say, shivering a little. The two of you go inside, cold one way, but warm in another.
note: I am so struggling rn
#bsd#bungou stray dogs#bsd x reader#dazai x reader#bungo stray dogs#bsd imagines#dazai bsd#dazai fluff#dazai angst#bsd fluff#dazai imagines
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Tattered: Epilogue
A Supernatural A/B/O Fanfiction Series
Featuring: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader x Alpha!Sam
Word Count: ~3250
Warnings, etc: Just some thoughts and kitchen sex
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The house is entirely too quiet as I park the van. No shrieking voices wafting from the playroom or doors swinging open on the chance that I brought home snacks. I still don’t know if I’ll ever get used to it. But school days loom ahead of us for the next ten months and another twelve years after that. My babies are school aged and it tightens my chest in grief as much as it soothes my mind with the idea of free time.
My Alphas have both had their adjustment periods. However, I have been nominated for drop off duty indefinitely after Dean cried so hard he couldn’t see the road on the first day of school.
Sam’s excuse is that he prefers to run in the mornings.
Oh well, I don’t have to deal with the pick up queue and for that I am grateful. I hang up my keys as I step inside the eerily peaceful house. Sam’s in the shower, water audible even downstairs. I beeline for the kitchen and a second cup of coffee and debate what I should do before I have to run back into town to mail out deliveries for Bobby’s online parts business.
I jump when I find Dean at the table, coffee in one hand and a book in the other, which makes sense why I didn’t hear his thoughts because he tends to get lost in the story and I can’t tap into his feelings when he’s lost to his imagination.
He smirks and I try to play it cool.
He pretends to keep reading as I fix my coffee, his amusement bright on the air. I run my fingers through his hair as I brush past him on the way to my usual spot and his brow softens before he goes back to his book for real. I watch Dean read, relishing in the ordinary of the little pucker of his lips as he thinks, the shadow of stumble along his jaw, the ease in which we all exist these days. I can’t help but get a little emotional over how far we’ve come as mates, as a family.
I must be dwelling because Dean reaches out his hand, palm side up against the table and I grab onto it as he continues his literary journey and I sip my coffee with my opposite hand. Reassured and supported.
Sam joins us and disrupts the quiet with the shrill whirl of the blender for his daily smoothie. And as much as Dean hems and haws about it, he’s not actually mad. He winks at me over his probably cold coffee and I nudge his foot beneath the table. Sam sits down opposite me, smelling clean and enthusiastic.
“It’s so quiet,” he huffs a little in disbelief.
“Cherish it, it’s only seven hours a day,” I remind him.
“Right?!” Dean emphasizes using a coupon for the new fro-yo place as a bookmark. He leans back and stretches out his arms. In just a t-shirt and jeans, I get a good view of his strong torso and gorgeous arms. He holds the stretch and I pull my feet up under the table to rest against his lap.
Sam eyes me over his fancy smoothie tumbler and I consider moving upstairs, and taking them both back to bed.
Dean sinks back into his chair, hands finding my calves beneath the table and starts rubbing them gently. God, those hands. My eye lids droop in the pleasure of Dean’s grip, head lolling back as I laze in place. Sam gets up and rinses out his dishes, and when he’s done he makes his own move onto my shoulders. Sam’s hands are massive and no matter how many ways he touches me, I always feel safe.
I fall into the sensations, Dean’s thumbing into the arch of my foot and Sam working out the knot between my shoulder blades that I get from bedtime stories and too much time at a computer. It’s the happy kind of ache. Before I even realize it I’m mush. And Dean is having one of those silent conversations with Sam over my head. I can hear their intent, naked, table, Omega. But most of all I feel the pride and the hunger of their thoughts.
I can’t hold back the shiver as Dean twists the fabric of my leggings against my thighs and pulls, lifting my hips from my chair and dragging my pants off with expert fingers.
Sam leans down and kisses the side of my neck, chest hot behind me. Before I realize he’s no longer touching me, my chair scrapes against the stone floor, pulling me away from the table, baring my naked legs to them both. Dean’s out of his chair and rounding on me, eyes dark and playful. As Sam tugs at my sleeves, drawing my focus away from Dean as he rips my hoodie off of me, leaving me in nothing but my cami and panties.
I don’t know if I should lean back and keep making them work for it or stand up and take what I want.
Dean makes up my mind for me as he drops to the floor at my feet and starts kissing up my thigh. He watches me as I spread my legs open, want thickening in the space between us as he nibbles his way to my core. Sam’s not waiting his turn, instead he drapes himself over me and kisses me upside down. The fresh tartness of his smoothie still on his tongue, he invades my mouth.
I get a hand in his hair and I hold him there, meeting his every stroke.
Then Dean’s nuzzles against my seam, breathing and lapping against the patch of slick soaked cotton.
I can’t help but rock against his pretty face.
Sam’s long fingers delve down the front of my top, sure and steady they tease my nipples into peaks. I moan into his mouth and Dean drags me further off the seat of my chair, hoisting my legs over his shoulders one at a time. I squeeze him closer, but Sam’s pulling back and I can tell that he needs more of me than this angle allows.
I blink back to reality, watch Sam’s chest rise and fall as he takes stock of the room. Dean’s threading his knuckles into the legs of my panties, teasing me with the fabric as he sucks a bruise on my inner thigh. Everything is hot and churning and none of it is enough.
“Up, Dean,” Sam barks. And they’re lifting me by my thighs and my armpits and spreading me out across the table like a goddamn buffet. Dean works my panties off, but Sam just shoves my top down, getting his mouth on my tits as soon as he can. I arch into the heat of his mouth, snake my fingers into his hair and tug. My skin prickles with Sam’s deep growl.
Dean’s there to catch the next wave of slick fresh from the source. He slurps at my cunt and I twitch with the electricity humming beneath my skin. But they’ve only begun to pull me apart.
I drag Sam’s mouth to my own, my tongue challenges him for more. He breaks the kiss to catch his breath.
All I am and all I have is wet and empty.
I inhale deeply and reach for Sam’s waistband. He didn’t bother putting on shorts after his shower, his dick is heavy and thickening as I pull it out of his sweats. I realize I forgot breakfast, and take my fill anyway. He tosses his head back as I gaze up at him from the tabletop, all wide chest and damp hair. His huge hands clamp down on my chest and I loosen my jaw, breathe through my nose and let Sam fuck my throat.
My lips bump into the heat of his knot and I begin to drool from the fat of his shaft. I swallow instinctively making Sam moan my name. Dean pushes my legs further apart, and strokes my thighs as his soft lips pull on my clit, focusing all my pleasure on that tiny mesmerizing patch of nerve endings. He draws it out of me, and the tether of my climax starts to break loose, like a clothesline in a tornado.
Two thick, calloused fingers slide inside me and I start to cough in warning to Sam. He knowingly pulls out and almost immediately Dean is tapping against my g-spot, making me bend and writhe. And with one last wide swipe of his tongue, I explode, straining towards Dean’s face. Desperate and thrashing.
When I gather my bearings, Sam’s actually holding me down by the wrists and by the looks of Dean it’s because I decided to use Dean’s ears as handles. His usually bright eyes are heavy with betrayal as he rubs the abused skin. “Easy!”
I can’t even pretend to be sorry. I sigh and shift against the wet patch beneath my ass. I look back up at Sam and tip my chin up, cracking my jaw wide as the pulsing of my channel ebbs away. Sam juts out his chin and sticks his tongue in his cheek, impressed with my gaul. I get my reward, my hands released and that satisfying, suffocating stretch of his cock back down my throat.
Dean, in retaliation, drags me by my hips to the other edge of the table, almost making me drop Sam. Fucker. But Sam follows, height in his favor as he rests his balls on the kitchen table and continues to fill my mouth, pumping gently as Dean drops trow and works himself up to fuck me himself. I feel and hear Dean’s actions, unable to see anything but the wood grain of the table top, Sam’s heavy sack and his slowly filling knot.
I tease Sam’s crown with my tongue, coaxing him deeper, harder.
Then I feel the welcome shift between my legs, the hot press of Dean on my swollen lips, and he’s home. They’re both home. With me. In me. Us. They move in sync, like a well oiled machine, slick and sleek and determined. Stuffing me until I come again on a silent cry. Sam’s got one hand on my shoulder, the other cupping my chin, caressing while holding me in place. Dean’s thumbing my clit, threatening through clenched teeth and I know how competitive he is, how he’s trying to rack up his come count while he’s got his hand on one of my magic buttons. His knot soon to drag against the other.
I know how sensitive his ears are, so it might be a little bit about revenge too. But it’s well worth it. I wiggle my hips and clench around his dick, taunting him back until he pulls out completely and I whine at the loss.
Dean fucking paints me with his seed, shoots over my cunt, thighs and belly. Though his knot is unfulfilled, he grunts and falls face first against the soft pooch left over from the pups, mouthing against my skin, he catches his breath.
I tremble from the sensitivity, but I still have another Alpha to satisfy. I reach down and pet Dean’s head before planting my feet on the edge of the table and shoving my chin against Sam’s pubes. My nose is filled with soap and Sam, his balls a cushion as I try to make him feed me his knot.
A noise catches in the back of Sam’s throat and he thrusts shallowly as I hum around him. I swallow and feel his wide tip catch, I keep swallowing, breathing through my nose. Growing desperate I hum deeper, try and use my tongue for better pressure.
Dean’s warm palm slides up my chest, both soothing and praising as I focus on Sam. I wish I wasn’t upside down, I wish I could see Sam’s face. Instead, I scream at him in my mind. And the bastard chuckles, stroking my chin he finally starts to really move, sharing in the work. I am a drooling, sated mess, but he’s still hard as ever.
Dean pulls himself off of my sticky body, dropping into Sam’s forgotten chair. Cautiously, I relax my jaw, easing Sam out of my mouth so I can finally face him. He grips his knot and watches me darkly, waiting to see what I’ll do next. I sit up and flick his shoulder before kissing him sloppy. His big hand holds my waist tight against him and he teases me with that sinful, long tongue.
We break apart and lock eyes. Sam smirks, so I know he’s on board.
“Dean? How should I finish Sam off?” I call over my shoulder, feeling my first Alpha thoughtful behind me. Sam and Dean have another silent conversation.
The moment stretches with anticipation and I shiver, reminding me that I am the only one completely naked.
“Bend her over the table, I want to watch her face when she comes the last time,” Dean decides finally.
I shriek as Sam hauls me off the table with a stiff forearm to my lower back, but I love it from behind so I settle face down and hoist myself up onto my tiptoes, giving Sam and his ridiculous height the best angle I can. He still has to squat to get low enough to notch at my entrance. But then he’s stretching me open once more and I sigh with the fullness.
I open my eyes and look across the table at Dean, and he licks then bites his bottom lip. Idly, he cups his junk, too soon for more, but it won’t be long. I can tell he’s making plans for the rest of our childfree hours. Sam picks up the pace and I gasp, making Dean chuckle.
Sam angles his hips down and I squeal as he drags against my g-spot, his knot burning against my swollen lips. Fuck, they’re ruining me all over again. Like always.
I fight to keep my eyes on Dean, but Sam’s really fucking me deep and my body wants to focus on all that heat and friction more than it wants to see how much my other Alpha approves. Sam smacks my ass and I clench and then it all comes crashing together inside: Dean’s jizz sliding against my belly as we further debauch the table, Sam stuffing his knot inside of me so hard, so fucking wide and my eyes burst open as I come one final time, gushing against both mine and Sam’s thighs.
“That’s it, there she is.” Dean’s husky voice makes me twitch.
I whine but Sam’s nipping across my shoulders as he leans down to catch his breath, bracing himself against the table. Then I inevitably fall asleep waiting for Sam’s knot to deflate.
We do eventually get decent and clean up after ourselves. And all of us go with to pick the kids up from school, because that’s the kind of saccharin crap our lives have become. It’s amazing and safe, however stressful, but still floors me so many years in.
Usually siblings aren’t kept in the same classrooms, but there aren’t enough kindergarten classes to completely separate our brood. Luckily, the administrators listened to us and let Jimmy and Sophie into the same class. Joni’s a social butterfly and we weren’t worried about her making friends.
Naturally, Joni is the first one out of the door and sprinting across the playground to reach the van. Dean rolls down my window and cheers her on. The rest of the school pours out of the doors in a steady stream of pigtails and oversized backpacks and not-yet-broken-in school shoes. Just as Joni reaches the back door Sam had slid open, I spot Sophi and Jimmy marching down the steps, hand-in-hand beside their teacher, who seems amused at whatever story Jimmy is telling her.
Sophie stops herself from eating her hair twice.
“We are having a field trip to a pumpkin farm!” Joni announces out-of-breath and ecstatic.
“Wow, princess. Lucky!” Dean replies.
Joni throws her arms around Sam’s neck and continues on at top volume. “We get to go on a hay ride and pick our own pumpkins to bring home with us!”
“Hey, I’m right here, okay?” Sam reminds her about inside voices.
“Sorry—- Can you come?! Ms. Mary says she will take any parents who can go,” she barely lowers her voice.
“Sure, peanut, we’ll look at the permission slip when we get home. Let’s get you in your seat,” Sam agrees and redirects.
Jimmy and Sophie take their time, heads bowed and backpacks so light and big they bounce off the backs of their legs.
“What else did you do today?” I ask Joni as we wait for the other two, turning in my seat.
“Um, gym? And we had broccoli at lunch.” She makes a face and Dean visibly shivers along with her.
“Gross!”
“Daddy!” She giggles at his exaggerated face of disgust.
“What? You don’t even like broccoli?!” Dean teases back.
“But you’re a grown up!” Joni reminds him, because he needs the reminder.
“Don’t mean I have to like gross food. Dad likes that crap, not me.” Dean explains.
“Nice,” Sam mutters, climbing out of the back seat to make room for the two pokey puppies.
“Hey guys!” Sam cups their heads with his big hands, hugging them awkwardly without bending over.
“Sophie’s sad, so we need some feel good tunes,” Jimmy explains.
“Tell Daddy, okay, buddy?” Sam tells Jimmy before bending down and scooping Sophie in a tight squeeze.
Jimmy climbs into the van and whispers into Dean’s ear, as much as a five-year-old can whisper. “She didn’t get her picture done and now she thinks the art teacher is mad at her. Back in Black, Daddy.”
Dean nods and glances at Sam and Sophie as they get settled into the van. Dean scrolls through his phone and finds the song, while I glance at Sam to see if speaking to Sophie is wise.
Sam straps her in as the familiar opening comes to life through the van’s well used speakers.
“This one goes out to Little Miss. Sophia Winchester, top of your lungs sweetheart!” Dean points at her until her sad little face cracks a smile and she sings along with Brian Johnson, getting half of the words wrong. Dean bobs his head, checks that Sam made it into the way back and pulls off the curb into the barely crawling line of SUVs and minivans.
We all join in on the chorus. And everyone is still singing along with the playlist as we pull back up to the house. We unbuckle the pups and collect their forgotten backpacks, letting them run around and relax before it’s time for dinner. One of the perks of living in the middle of nowhere, plenty of places to play.
I watch their little heads as they chase each other in the slanting sunshine of an autumn afternoon. Three whole pieces of my tattered heart roaming free, capable of bringing so much joy and so much ache. And then there’s the two reasons they’re here in the first place, my Alphas. The reasons my heart is so tattered to begin with, not just from all the pain we went through to get here, but because they loved me so fiercely the whole time.
And well-loved is something I’m grateful to be.
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Didn't Plan for This: Chapter 2
Wonder Woman x Demigod!Fem!Reader
No warnings! Just a completely normal date, trust me ;)
agápi mou = My darling in greek
3148 words
Masterlist
Chapter 1
Summary: Your date with Diana goes well... Until!
To say that I was antsy to get my cast off wouldn’t be a lie but also it wouldn’t be the full truth. After she left my room it wouldn’t be for another two days before I was told that my foot was healing much faster than normal. That’s to be expected, I’m a demigod, but getting into that with the doctors would take too much time, so I just nodded and waited for them to give me the all clear to leave.
After leaving the hospital, Ana took me to my place so I could rest, shower, eat real food and wait for her text. Which took longer than I expected (A full day!). I got a text from an unsaved number asking if I was okay so we could have a date, at least that’s what I understood. It was actually written:
- I trust you’re safe. I have seen someone else in your hospital window so am I to assume you’re okay and not dead? -Diana
I chuckled while reading it, it felt like she was trying so hard not to write a letter but texting is clearly something she’s not super used to, I responded that yes I was alive and that I appreciated her text, after a bit of back and forth where she took her time writing her Hymns. We eventually settled on a date and time, you can Imagine my completely cool face and simple smile as she told me the details and not at all my embarrassing kiddie giggles as this interaction happened.
As the day approached, friday so I could go and not worry my job the day after, I tried to keep myself busy with all the reports and managing the damages the earthquake had brought upon the poor building I work at, thankfully the slides actually managed to hold most of the building up so the cleanup was easy and the fixes that were absolutely needed were made without the threat of the a bunch of rock falling on top of the workers.
- The boss wants to see you - Ana said knocking on my door, which is weird, she’s the front desk secretary. What was she doing in my office on the second floor?
I looked at my watch, two hours until I could go home, time was going too slow. Unfortunately that gave me plenty of time to see my boss.
- Alright I’ll be right over, thanks Ana. - I sigh giving her a smile
- Actually he wants to see us both, right now - She said, her face not showing much but I knew she was just as confused as me as to the why of the meeting.
- Maybe he wants to talk about the earthquake. Maybe he’ll make you my assistant seeing as you were also helping people - I say hopeful
- Maybe he’ll make YOU my assistant, for installing floaties on his building! - She smirked
- Safety slides! - I corrected her, lightly smacking her on the arm as we made our way to his office - And he knew what they were, maybe not what they looked like, but he knew!
As we walked I couldn’t help but wonder back to that night in my hospital and the way Wonder Wom- Diana… Diana sat beside me and we just talked, she praised me like I was an equal and asked ME for my number. And then she set up a date. I kept thinking of ways I could impress her, making plans and imagining every possible conversation in my mind. Maybe I should bring her flowers? Or sword polish? Maybe she’s more of a chocolate kinda girl? Everyone like chocolate ri-
- We’re here - Ana said as she put a hand on my shoulder before I was able to open my boss’s door with my nose
- Great! - I say trying to push Wonder Woman thoughts away and putting on my work face - What are you waiting for? - I say to my friend as if I didn’t just almost run into the big boss door.
As we go in I see that the quake hasn’t done much to change my boss’s absolutely hideous sense of decor, his “newton’s cradle” that keeps hitting itself perpetually is still there and is still as annoying as always, his poster with a robot in a suit saying with a little speech bubble: “A good workplace is like a well oiled machine” didn’t get turned into dust during the incident. The whole vibe of the small office on the top floor was still the same, though I did feel like it was all leaning to the left a little too much.
My boss, Mr. Vamp - if that sounds a bit too much like a certain monster to you, don’t you’re not alone and Mr. Vamp already beat you to the joke - Is actually quite the nice man, other than his terrible decoration choice, he always knew what to do for the company to flourish and never thought of himself as above us, though if I’m being honest his demeanor probably stands from the fact that his father owned the company before he did and he was raised to take this position so he most likely grew up in this place. Learning what everyone did so he could always make the best judgment call. Terrible sense of humor though, as all CEOs have. Maybe the robot was a joke? If it was, I did not get it.
- Sir, you wanted to see us? - I said. Sitting in one the chairs in front of him, Ana taking the other one
He looked at me with his brown eyes and bushy eyebrows with almost an expectation, then said:
- Yes Ms. Y/L/N, and Ms. Blönd. I wanted to see you both. - He said leaning back on his leather chair that looked to be recently cleaned, good for him. - I wanted to talk to you both about the incident that happened a few days ago…
After the meeting I felt as if I was going to explode with excitement, both from the topic that we just discussed and also because it was my time to leave!
I said a quick goodbye to my friend and went promptly home. Getting there I texted Diana to see if our plans were still up, and getting back a yes and that she would come over to pick me up in thirty minutes. Thirty minutes was plenty of time to take a shower, pick an outfit, have a little stress snack and get my mind rolling on possible conversation topics. The one thing I didn’t know was what we were doing! Diana had just said to wear comfortable clothes. But I didn’t know if we were going somewhere fancy or not so I settled on long pants, a nice enough jacket and a black and yellow t-shirt. Now all I had to do was wait…
Half an hour until 18:00, I check my phone and see she’s sent a message:
- Wait on the roof - Diana
I think she’ll do a surprise but still, you never know so I pack a little bag with a few things to my mind at ease, also grabbing the little gift I bought for her.
It’s now 18:30 and I think I can see her silhouette, coming towards the roof? Or maybe a night pigeon? No, it’s getting bigger? I think that is her! Yes! It’s her! I start to jump up and down while waving at her. When she lands next to me I have to take a deep breath, she’ll always impress me with her height.
- You came! - I said
- I remember saying I would come. - She said with a smile before pulling me into a hug, I blushed so much from that gesture - I hope I didn’t leave you waiting for long? - She set me down before taking a step back and smiling.
- Not at all, it’s a big city and I imagine you stopped to help citizens along the way - I say with a smile, I would’ve waited until midnight but I don’t tell her that
- You wouldn’t believe how many people get in trouble when you have somewhere to be! - She sounded exasperated but chuckled - I am sorry I was late and hope I can make it up to you. - She said, reaching for my hands and holding them under her own.
- Well, that's what I get for going on a date with a superhero so good she’ll help everyone that needs her - I say trying to ease her worries - But I’m curious as to what you have planned for us Diana.
She beams at me, it’s beautiful. Her sapphire eyes glitter when she’s reminded of her purpose here. I just now notice that her black hair seems perfect even though she just flew across the city to meet me and her tiara is shining as it reflects the setting sun.
- Oh you’ll love it. I talked to some of my sisters that met other children of Athena and what I have planned will amaze you. - She says matter of factly like it was obvious or premeditated. That struck as a little cocky from her part so I decided to poke at it for a bit.
- You sound so sure, what makes you think I’m like the others? - I say with a little smirk and it seems to take her off guard.
Her eyes narrow at me and she shoots an eyebrow up before smiling and saying.
- I guess you’ll be disappointed by the field trip then. - She says, gauging my reaction, which consists basically of my eyes widening and my mouth opening to ask her a barrage of questions, but before I can she puts my hands around her neck and whispers to me - Ready to fly?
I nod furiously before the ground leaves my feet and I find myself being lifted up into the air, it’s an amazing experience. The wind in my face, Diana’s hands on my hips securing me to her body, the way the city’s lights turning on dance flicker through my eyes. But before I can get used to it all, we begin to descend and I find us in front of a broken down phone booth.
- Which of my siblings did you talk to, exactly? - I look at her confused and she laughs out loud.
- No no, this isn’t the place, this is a shortcut. - she says, opening the door and walking in. She then says something that I assume is code. - Wonder Woman, 03, location, 37.9838° N, 23.7275° E.
- That’s in Europe - I whisper, remembering some maps I had read of the world.
- Plus Y/N, 03-B. - She adds winking at me and the phone booth speaks
- Location locked, access granted, Diana Prince and Y/N - It says before the inside starts to glow and Diana pulls me inside, the phone booth isn’t super big so the only place I can comfortably sit is her lap, which makes me blush, like, a lot!
I closed my eyes as the inside glows brighter and brighter until suddenly it stopped and I found myself still on Diana’s lap, still blushing but being able to hear the faint sounds of New York anymore. I quickly get off of her and open the door to see that I’m not in New York anymore, I’m in…
- Athens - Diana completes my thought like she can read my mind - Well, the center of it, not nearly as pretty as it was in its heyday.
- H-how, How on earth did we… - I can’t think of words to say, my mind is racing through different ways that phone booth, no, wait. It’s not a phone booth, it’s a creaky door to an unsuspecting building. Must be the way the Justice League disguise their teleporters - So that must be alien technology, can’t be kryptonian since it’s in English, but it also can’t be martian because if it was we would have teles to Mars already - I start rambling theories before Diana puts a hand on my shoulder.
- You really can’t stop thinking can you? - she smiles - How about we go have our date. Then you can go back to your theories? - she suggests
- Y-yeah. W-where are going, are we flying again? - I pick up my thoughts and manage to ask her.
She gives me her gorgeous smile and says
- We can, agápi mou. - She said in Greek. Which I know some, I wanted to learn after I found out about my heritage but the crappy lessons I took never taught me this word but the way she said it gave me fuzzy feelings inside.
I put my arms around her again and we started to soar through the beautiful landscape before landing on a secluded little hill. It overlooked most of the city, the lights were mostly off, the moon was off-center in the sky so it was probably 01:00 in the morning. The time seemed perfect to see the stars, and all the constellations of my ancestors and all the ancient stories.
Another thing that I noticed was the little checkered blanket and large picnic basket beneath a tree on the top of this hill. I gasped out loud and said
- Oh my gods, a picnic under the stars in one of the most historically charged cities in the world? You really know how to get inside my little owlet heart. - I said hugging her
- I wanted to make a good impression, and I’m glad it was your heart that I got inside because your mind seems like a tougher place to get in.
If only she knew
- Don’t worry Di, you’re off to a very good start. - I said as she started pulling me under the tree to sit down
- I am glad. - She said with a genuine smile, it was more reserved than her other smiles but showed just as much, if not more, emotion. - What would you like? - She slid the basket in between us and threw it open revealing a whole bunch of food. She clearly wanted to make sure we had a good selection of sandwiches, fruits, juices, and all that kind of delicious things.
- Oh that, that and that. - I pointed to a couple of items and she put them in a little plate for me before making one for herself.
The dinner was pretty silent, but a comfortable silence that didn’t make me feel like I needed to talk.
After we were done we started stargazing, I showed her my favorite constellations. She told me of the stories of the ones she liked. Then I told her the myths attached to mine and laughed at weird hymns and poems that the ancients wrote.
When the laughter and conversation started to die down Diana got up and offered me her hand.
- Come on, we have one more stop.
- I hope it’s as fun as this stop - I smiled and took her hand before wrapping myself around her, I could get used to this, and we took off.
It didn’t take long until we got to this next stop, which left me grasping for words, this woman loves doing that to me doesn’t she? We were on top of the Parthenon, one of the most famous monuments in the world and a direct tribute to my mom.
- Holy shit. - Was all I could say, as my mind was flooded with the image of the huge building and the people below us, not many but still enough to look like ants going inside and out - Diana, you are amazing. - I managed to gasp out.
She looked pleased with herself but before she could say something she got a frown on her face, only then I noticed the ear piece she was wearing. She touched it and made an angry face, before softening when looking at me.
- I am sorry Y/N, but it seems that the culprit of the earthquakes is still loose, but we think we got them. I am going to have to go and make sure they get arrested. - She said a little sadly, but I couldn’t help but think:
- Take me with you! - I said out loud, noticing this could be my chance to really impress her and the rest of the superheroes - I’ve been researching the best way to negate, what I assume is, the vibration maker that screwed up my city and I think I came up with a solution. - But before I can go on she stops me.
- No agápi mou, I can’t let you come with me. It’s too dangerous for someone like you - Now it was my turn to cut her off.
- Someone like me? I’m just as much a demigod as you! I’m not exactly a vulnerable mortal here, I broke my leg not even a week ago and now I’m walking around in Greece. If you think you’ll have to protect me? I can assure you I’m trained with hand to hand and knives. My job as Chief of Security had me learn that to be able to defend myself. - I said a little mad, but also kinda feeling fuzzy over her trying to protect me, as I finished my speech I looked into her eyes with my best determined look. That was the most time I’ve ever spent looking into someone’s eyes and I’m so glad it was her beautiful dark blue eyes.
Eventually she relented and said:
- Fine. But you stay as far away from the dangerous parts as possible - She reached on the back her suit and pulled a beautiful silver dagger with ancient greek inscriptions along it and a leather strapped handle - And you will use this if you get attacked, it’s enchanted as to not be dulled or break.
I took the dagger along with its sheath and strapped it to my belt, not too heavy, not too light.
- Thanks for trusting me Di, now. Where did you say we were going? - I asked expectantly. I did not expect Diana to turn to me with a smile and say.
- Well, New York of course. They wouldn’t want to stay far from home now would they? - She before picking me up and flying us to the rundown building, completely forgoing our bags. But I had the feeling that they were safe.
She opened the door and said the same string of commands just changing the coordinates to New York then pulling me onto her lap. I think she was also enjoying making me a blushing mess in front of her, I can just hope I don’t come off like this to her friends.
The room started to glow and I closed my eyes taking a deep breath, saying a quiet prayer for my mom and preparing myself for a battle.
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Chapter 3
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