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honeyandbloodpoetry · 3 years

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Gender Thoughts Pt 1 and 2

The first time I put a binder on, a little under a week ago, I felt euphoric. Ever since I hit puberty very early on, I felt uncomfortable with my breasts. They never felt right on me, and even though I’ve come to love them sometimes, they still don’t always feel like they match up. I hated how people always looked at them, pointed out how much they showed in low cut shirts when I never even noticed they were--or even wanted them to. They were just there. I liked the way low cut shirts feel and look on me, I just can’t help these giant sacks of flesh that sit on my chest.

Except...now I can! I ran my hands over my smooth chest, feeling bright. I looked into the mirror, and felt something warm wash over me. I put on my new masculine clothes, letting my partner clip on my new suspenders. I realized that I was shaking as I looked at myself again… I looked like a boy. I felt like a boy. Like a man. And I liked it. I wanted it. Admitting that to myself was like coming home.

I remember being in sixth grade, walking around the track for my civil air patrol class. I had been slotted in with the rest of the girls, the boys walking ahead of us. I remember feeling uncomfortable being shoved in with only girls, and looking at the gaggle of boys ahead. The exact thought that whispered in my brain was “I wish I was a boy. I want to be like them, with them.” I never forgot that moment, and how strange it made me feel. How it was easier to shake that thought away, and dismiss those feelings. Except they never really left, did they?

I remember sitting on my bed, crying with my best friend kneeling in front of me. I remember telling her how I didn’t like feeling like a woman all the time. That I wished I could be a black shadow, monstrous, androdynous. Specifically like Venom. She took my hand, did my makeup all in black and helped me pick out the perfect black outfit to achieve that dark, gothic look. I was so incredibly happy and validated. But I still felt like something was missing.

I remember going into an Adam and Eve for laugh, not expecting much since I am an asexual with a low libido. I remember seeing packers and feeling my chest tighten. I never liked my genitalia--I had wished for a cloaca or something akin to that, but since that was biologically impossible for a human… I sometimes wished I had the opposite of a vagina. I frequently imagined what it would be like to have a penis. I frequently lamented the fact that I didn’t have one. I took the box up to the counter to ask some questions, my dress swishing as I went. The cashier told me it was for trans people only, and a girl like me couldn’t have it. She didn’t know what asexuality was, and had tried polyamory once but decided it was bad when her girlfriend kissed her boyfriend. I was upset, disheartened, and left the store empty handed feeling frustrated and lost.

I remember finally cutting the long, curly locks that had frustrated and imprisoned me for so long. Seeing all of my hair fall to the floor, staring into the mirror as the barber buzzed the back of my head… It made me want to cry tears of joy. It was the first time in my entire life that I had looked at my hair and was happy. The first time I could look in the mirror and feel like myself. Then I remember wanting to go shorter, and my barber encouraging me to keep it a little longer so I didn’t look manly, so I could still be soft and feminine. The way my stomach dropped and the sick feeling in my chest only increased when he began to make fun of the gay men who came down the street near his favorite restaurant. I never saw that barber again. I instead found a nice local place down the road from my apartment, where the kind lady cut it all off without question, other than “Why?” and accepted my warm “It makes me happy. It makes me feel beautiful.”

But wearing that binder for the first time? It was as if a beam of light had funneled its way directly into my heart. I felt like a handsome man, with just a little bit of striking man boob, and it felt so right. My partner called me a dashing boy and my heart began to race. I still feel his hand tracing my jawline as he called me handsome, and the butterflies it sent up through my belly, even after more than eleven years.

I love my partner--he identifies as agender and primarily masculine, and has been on the lookout for a good pair of size thirteen shoes to wear with a dress. They also wear joggers and flip flops and graphic tees and can’t seem to stop talking about the ocean and outer space. They’re probably one of my biggest inspirations for finding myself, and being authentically me.

I’m not super sure who or what I am right now. I’m still figuring that out, but I’m pretty sure I’m somewhere between agender and genderfluid. I feel like me more than anything else, but all pronouns make me feel good. I feel like all of them and none of them at once, but I swing between wanting to be feminine and masculine pretty strongly, though I enjoy being masculine most of all--even when I’m wearing dresses and pink. I feel like a beautiful person in a dress or a button down, no matter what gender I feel like today or tomorrow.

I am me. And I am one dashing boy, and one beautiful girl.

4 July 2021

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Since first writing this little essay, I’ve been doing a lot more examination of my gender. I have come to the conclusion that I am transmasc and nonbinary, and am shaky on the title of genderfluid. I am feeling less and less like a woman--if anything, occasionally adjacent to a woman rather than actually being one. I love feeling like and presenting as a man. I have my first appointment with a gender services doctor at my local community clinic for consultation on starting hrt testosterone. I am planning to start with low dose first, and see how I feel.

I am still unsure of my exact identity, but I have found great euphoria with being and presenting as a man. I love being a man and everything that entails. I have loved myself like never before. Being with my partner is amazing, and he has been endlessly supportive--even recounting little things they had noticed throughout the years. One of the funniest being that I only ever referred to my body parts--my belly, hands, hair, genitalia--with masculine pronouns. I always seemed to see my body as male even if I had a certain sort of dissonance from it.

Coming out has been difficult. I have had both positive and negative experiences from it. I have been told going on testosterone would be self harm, and that I can’t be something I’m not. I’ve had coworkers I trusted out me without my permission. But I have also had positive affirmation, polite questions, and discussions. I am terrified to tell my mother and her boyfriend--I have no idea how they will react and am terrified that I will be disrespected and disowned.

But I am prepared to do whatever it takes to be my happiest and most authentic self.

I have been binding a lot more often, wearing sports bras for long shifts at work, and occasionally going without either when I feel like letting my man boobs hang free. I’ve had the delightful experience of going to a men’s big and tall store and finally wearing pants. I grew up as a fat girl and felt as if I had to perform high femininity to be taken seriously and be treated well--and had been told by someone I trusted that I was too fat to wear pants, which I heavily internalized. So I had completely cast them away in favor of dresses and skirts, bows and gaudy jewelry. Realizing that I could wear pants was...totally wild. That I could be comfortable and look good in pants and shorts, and that it didn’t matter what people did or thought of me was life changing. Maybe I’ll feel like being feminine again someday, but right now this masculinity and masculine clothing, with perhaps the added spice of funky earrings, feels like home.

I also grew up autistic and with PCOS, both which I think have affected my gender identity. Being autistic, I truly struggled to connect to others socially, and especially to understand societal norms. Being a proper woman felt like I was making up for everything else I was lacking--I may have been awkward, semi-verbal and weird with no friends, but at least I was cute and girlish. I never connected to womanhood though, and always felt out of place no matter how hard I tried. With PCOS, I had heightened testosterone, which meant wider breasts and shoulders, a lack of periods, and excessive body hair. I recall the endocrinologist asking high school age me if I had excessive body hair around my stomach, breasts, etc. and my mother jumping to say no I didn’t...even though I did. I remember suddenly feeling very self aware and ashamed of something completely natural, and even something I started to enjoy. I started shaving my entire body then.

I even remember being in middle school, and thinking nothing of my hairy legs. In fact, I loved my body hair and how it felt. A rude girl began making fun of me though, tutting her tongue as she cooed, “Aw, does your mommy not let you shave?” Among other things, all throughout many years of severe bullying and abuse. I remember feeling ashamed, but not knowing why, and immediately shaving my legs, covering them in nicks from my shaky and unsteady hands, that same night.

So many things set me back in my gender expression. So many things contributed to me willful ignorance and denial. I remember wanting to be butch, and everyone in my life laughing at me and saying I was too soft for that. That sweet, sharp ache in my chest. I remember going to a salad bar with my mother, wearing a button up and telling her I wanted to wear some more boyish clothes around that same time--I had already told her that I was bi sometime earlier. I remember her lip curling, looking uncomfortable, and telling me that I better not become one of those boy girls. My late father was very vocal in denouncing homosexuality and specifically men loving men--something which always sat horribly wrong with me on a deeper level.

I think I might ending up being a trans man. I am still unsure and figuring myself out, but I struggle greatly with the autistic need for sameness vs. the trans need for change. My sapphic love of women has always been very important to me, and fully becoming a man rather than genderfluid is scary for that very reason. I am still navigating my identity and what it means to me and my reality--but no matter what, being a man, being masculine is integral to who I am.

I was called a “sir” at a job interview for the first time the other day, and nearly began to bawl from sheer joy. The gender euphoria from that and so many moments is worth so much more to me than the years of suffering and ignorance and my ongoing struggles with dysphoria. I finally got a packer and have had help from my partner in learning to position it properly--I am thinking of cutting my hair even shorter. I have almost perfected a pretty basic tie tying skill. Okay, not really, but I’m getting there. I feel deep inside that even though my father loved me, he would not like who and what I am. Still, I wear the last watch he ever wore, and hope to be a good man like him--and to learn from the toxic parts of him to be an even better man.

I am very excited to start hrt. I am terrified of hair loss and vaginal atrophy, but I look forward to so much more. I cannot wait for bottom growth and body hair, for the voice drop that will hopefully get me misgendered less. I have always felt disconnected from my voice and look forward to getting to know it better as it changes with me. I look forward to meeting with new facial hair. Working out and growing muscle. I just look forward to my second puberty and becoming more like myself. I look forward to navigating and exploring my gender even further, both with loved ones, support groups, and myself.

More than anything, I am just happy to be me.

25 August 2021

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hops-hunny · 3 years

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Felix Felicis

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff! Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

Request: “Can you do Draco x Hufflepuff reader fluff where they’re cuddling together and all he wants to do is make her laugh because she failed an exam earlier that day so he’s trying to do everything he can to cheer her up and overall it’s just super fluffy? Thank you have a great day❤️❤️”

Summary: After (Y/N) has a rather unfortunate week, Draco does everything in his power to change that. In a way, he was (Y/n)’s own little Felix Felicis.

A/N: This was my first request so I was a bit nervous writing it! I enjoyed every bit though, this was a very cute request. I hope it was everything you wanted and more anon <3

If (Y/n) didn't know any better, she would've claimed that the world had it out for her. And after the week she had, who would have blamed her? On Monday in potions, she had stirred the wrong way causing a reaction that made her eyebrows disappear(thank god for makeup). On Tuesday, she had slipped and fallen in the great hall which caused a chorus of laughter from every house, including her fellow Hufflepuffs. Wednesday, well, nothing happened. She felt relieved. She had answered a question correctly in DADA, had a free period that overlapped with her friends, and had taken an exam in potions which in her opinion was very easy! Her stroke of bad luck was no more! She was ecstatic...until Thursday came around. If she had thought the rest of the week was bad, then Thursday was absolutely fucking dreadful. Her day started off fine, she woke up, got dressed, and put on her favorite perfume. She didn’t use it often, only when she expected the day to be amazing

That hopeful feeling of luck was short lived and ended by the time she got to the great hall. The Weasley twins had rigged a prank on the wrong person which resulted in her face being stained blue, when she got to her first class her seat was taken by someone else which she didn’t have a problem with. That was until she noticed the only seat left was near Fletcher Digby, who was known for his noticeable...odor that was...to put it nicely, absolutely putrid. By the end of her day, she had gathered up a broken shoe, a run in her stockings, a rip in her blouse, and the blue tint to her face had somehow gotten worse - which she later found out was sweat activated. (Y/n) was usually very optimistic. Even during the cloudiest of days or saddest of times she was always there to offer encouraging words and a smile. If a fellow Hufflepuff was sick, she’d often bake them something with the house elves or give them the last of her sweets from Honeydukes. She even did this for people in other houses as well, a ‘Get Well Soon!’ card attached along with it. That’s what her boyfriend, Draco, loved about her.

She was his light in all the darkness, the candle to his flame. When she came into his life, she taught him many things. His love for her was deep and pure and anyone would be a fool not to notice. That’s why Draco was concerned when he started to see her throughout the week less and less. During the school day, they didn’t have any classes together but even then he’d always wave or smile to her during hallpassing. He’d leave a kiss on her forehead in the great hall before heading to his own table and waited for her after her last class of the day on Friday. So when Draco found himself waiting a lot longer than usual outside of the potion’s room he grew concerned. He pushed past a few students entering the room. His smile dropped when there was no one left in the room but Fletcher Digby. Come to think of it, had he seen her at all today? He assumed she came to the great hall late but now that he thought about it, he hadn’t seen her leave with her friends. There were no quick pecks during hallpassing, winks when they saw each other. He quickly strode the halls, looking for her. He was worried, it wasn’t like (y/n) to just miss a day of class with no warning or explanation prior.

“Hannah, have you seen (Y/n)? I haven’t seen her all day and I'm growing quite worried.” He said pulling the Hufflepuff off to the side. If anyone were to know where she was, surely her roommate would. The girl took a moment to think.

“Hm, no. I haven’t seen her since this morning. Before I left the dorm, she was still sleeping. She was really distraught last night so I’m not surprised she decided to stay in. However, I do admit that is completely unlike her.” She offered him a sympathetic smile as he thanked her before heading in the direction of the girls dormitory.

He knocked on the door, finding it to not be locked as it popped open. He walked in only to find that her bed was empty. The only person to be found was Luna, who was holding (Y/n)’s favorite stuffed giraffe (one he had given to her as a present once). She hadn’t noticed him yet but wasn’t phased when he let out a sharp, “What are you doing with that?” she simply turned around and offered him a soft grin.

“Hello Draco, (Y/n) asked me to bring this to her. She was having a terribly bad case of wrackspurts today. One of the worst cases I’ve seen really. So she went where she usually does when she has a bad day although, I think you should bring it to her now that you’re here. Also give her this, it’s a good luck charm I made for her. It should get rid of the wrackspurts and bring luck along with it.” She spoke, handing him the stuffed giraffe and a necklace with a peculiar charm made of tiger’s eye. He looked at it for a sec before taking it, offering her a nod before heading off where he knew you’d be.

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You sat cross legged on the old, comfy couch, drinking the cup of chamomile and lavender tea Hagrid had brought to you. You had grown quite close to the gentle giant throughout your years at Hogwarts. During your first year, you were having an awful day, not as bad as the week you were currently going through but still quite a bad one. You were homesick and missed your family dearly. Your housemates tried to cheer you up with treats and kind words and although you appreciated them dearly, nothing could stop the tears from flowing. That’s when Luna came in, she brought you straight to Hagrid’s hut and explained your dilemma. He welcomed you both in, brewing you tea and offering whatever treats he had. Soon enough, your tears stopped. Hagrid’s hut slowly started to become your home away from home as he offered it to you whenever you liked without asking any questions if you weren’t willing to talk.

Usually, you’d slowly start to tell him what was wrong but today was one of those silent days. Many would expect Hagrid to be absolutely horrid with emotions but, he had like a 6th sense when it came to them. He decided to leave you alone for a few hours, tending to his duties. When he came back, he had gotten you your favorite dessert from the house elves. They were always more than willing to send and make you things because of how kind and helpful you were to them. You sipped at your tea as you softly pet Fang’s head which was resting in your lap. You and Fang’s heads both perked up as you heard a knock at the door. Hagrid walked to the door to see who it was.

“Ah, I figured I would see ya sometime soon.” he said, stepping to the side to let whoever it was in. Draco stepped into the small hut, closing the door as he came to sit near you on the couch. You instantly threw yourself into his arms which in turn, caused him to wrap his arms around you tightly, placing a kiss on the top of your head as he stroked your back. Hagrid took that as his sign to leave, taking the large dog with him. Draco let you cry a bit, his heart breaking at the noises.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere, love. Are you alright? Luna told me to give you these.” He said as he handed the girl her giraffe. She hugged it tightly as he put the charm around her neck. She sat between her lover’s legs sighing. He held her close as she described her day, his heart aching from all that she had to deal with and his mind cursing him for not realizing sooner.

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“And on top of all of that, I failed my potions exam! That wouldn’t have been bad if I hadn’t gone on blabbing to all my friends how well I thought I did on the bloody thing. I just feel like the world has it out for me.” She said looking up at him. He nodded in understanding. He had stayed quiet as she had vent to him, just providing the listening ear she needed. That’s when he got a few ideas. He smiled before standing up, stretching his hand out for the girl to grab.

“Come with me. I’ve got an idea! Quickly, we mustn’t be caught.” He said eagerly as he stared at her. She hesitantly grabbed his hand, setting Georgie, her giraffe, on the couch before she was swiftly dragged out of the hut. Draco pulled his girlfriend along, running as she tried to keep up due to the fact her legs were much shorter.

“Where are we going, Dray?” She asked which prompted a quick “shhh!!” from Draco. They both ran across the grounds of the school, hand in hand as to not be caught. (Y/n) had no idea where he was taking her but she thought anything would be better than moping around the rest of the day. They both tried to contain the wild giggles coming from their mouths as they headed in the direction of Hogsmeade.

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As they finally made it, they both still had smiles on their faces at the rush they had gotten from sneaking off. Draco had tied his tie around the girl’s eyes leading her in the way of whatever wild idea it was that he had. “What if we get caught? Someone is bound to see us.” she said, her face forming a frown at the thought of being caught.

“Oh hush darling, we’ll be fine. Besides if we do happen to get caught in some trouble, I’m sure my father won’t mind bailing us out.” He said, finally removing her blindfold. She opened her eyes to see...Madam Puddifoots? She gave him a strange look. “We’re here to get a laugh out of the things that happen in here, sweets. Trust me, you’ll see. Act natural.” He took her hand, leading her to a small booth.

Soon enough, she saw and heard what he meant. The sight of all the couples with their peculiar behaviors was quite a laugh. They saw one couple come in with matching crochet sweaters with each others faces on it, another referred to each other as each others “snuggle-boop-kitty-fuzy-wuzzykins”and only that each time they spoke to each other. But along with the odd, mushy, and gushy couples came a few odd breakups too. One man tried to propose by reciting an “original poem” which turned out to be stolen, causing his boyfriend to dump scalding hot tea on his head. Another guy forgot he scheduled dates with 4 different girls at the same spot, on the same day..didn’t end well for him. A few employees had to carry him out on a stretcher as the girls all exchanged numbers.

By the time they were back on their way to the castle, (Y/n) was already in a better mood. She held an ice cream cone in one hand, and Draco’s hand in her other. They both paused coming to the same realization. Although it was easy to sneak out, how would they sneak back in? The couple locked eyes at the same time before Draco picked her up, tossing her over his shoulder. (Y/n) made sure her ice cream didn’t fall as her boyfriend sprinted in the shadows, using a passageway she had never seen before to get back into the castle. Once inside, they both held in their giggles, quieting their breathing from the run back to the castle as they made their way to his dorm. By then she had long finished her ice cream as he tossed her on his bed, throwing himself down next to her shortly after. (Y/n) rolled over towards Draco to find him already facing her. The pair sat in silence for a moment before both losing composure. They began to laugh hysterically, to the point where a tear or two was shed. After their little laughing fit, Draco sat up, pulling his girlfriend on top of him. She turned, straddling him as she placed a soft kiss on his lips before resting her head on his shoulder.

“I just wanted to say thank you Draco. Not even just for today but for being there whenever I need you. This was honestly one of the worst weeks of my life but if I’m honest, I’d go through it all again to have another evening like the one we just had.” She said as she nuzzled in deeper, taking in the scent of expensive cologne and cinnamon. Her lover was taken back by her words. She was the only one who made him feel like that. Her words meant more to him than anything in the world. He tightened his grip on her, holding her close to him.

“I’d do it all again and more just to see you happy. Why don’t we make this a regular thing of ours, hm? Every friday, we’ll sneak outside the castle and do whatever we want, indulging to our hearts can’t handle it anymore? Even if not, everyday with you is an adventure, sneaky trips or not.” He said. Draco meant what he said full heartedly, everyday she managed to make his life an adventure, learning new things about himself that he didn’t know were there. It was like he was a canvas and she was the painter, each day, each moment, a different stroke of color on his heart.

Perhaps it was Luna’s good luck charm or perhaps it was them, but from then on out each day seemed luckier than the last when he had his girl on his arm.

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royallyprincesslilly · 4 years

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Title: Kismet {5}

Henry Cavill x Famous OFC Aliya Taylor

Warning: Plot Heavy, Slow Burn, Mild Cursing, Flirtation

Words: 4.5k

Summary: Aliya is a singer turned model turned actress. Since she was fifteen, she’s been creating her empire in the entertainment world. As the daughter of a famous fashion model/designer and Hollywood director, you’d think life is easy for her, but her past has been anything but easy. Due to past trauma, she’s forever changed and no longer trusts any man that is not in her family and a select few in her team. She’s sworn off love and serious relationships and has planned never to fall again, but love isn’t something that can be planned. It just happens when it’s meant to. Can Aliya outrun a love that seems hellbent on holding tight to her, a love that is Kismet?

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-Aliya-

By the time you left the restaurant, it was midnight. Henry opened the door for you to walk through, finishing up a childhood story.

“And that is why my brother refuses to sleep in the guesthouse anymore,” he finished.

You released a loud laugh, throwing your head back. “Wow. So the guesthouse is haunted.”

“He sure thinks so,” Henry said with a smile.

“A lot of outsiders think everywhere in Ireland is haunted,” you informed.

“Same with outsiders and Scotland.”

“Funny.”

“How often do you go to Ireland?”

“I try at least once a year. Whenever I have an album that comes out, I either go there or Australia to unplug from the world,” you explained as you leaned on the window of the restaurant, facing him.

“Why?”

“Releasing an album is weird. It’s all so personal, and keeping track of it’s standing is nerve-wracking. I like to go away, ignore my phone, and just chill for a few days.”

“That’s an interesting strategy.”

Silence fell between you, a comfortable one.

“Feels like a nice night. Can I take you somewhere?”

“Depends. Where is this somewhere?”

“You’re going to have to trust me.”

With the mention of the T-word, you sucked in a breath.

“I don’t know you,” you piped up.

Henry took a step closer to you, leaving only a few inches between you. “Get to know me.”

“Isn’t that what I’m going?” He smiled again and bit his bottom lip. Your eyes dropped to them and stayed there.

“Is it? Kinda feels like you’re searching for reasons,” he whispered.

“Reasons for what?”

He was so close. All you had to do was tip onto your toes, and your lips would touch. He studied you, but you had no idea what he was thinking. You watched him lick his lips and quickly got lost in how he did it.

“Can I take you somewhere?”

His voice was so deep, so husky that your belly quivered.

“Okay,” you whispered.

Henry’s eyes dropped to your lips as he spoke. “You’ll like it, don’t worry.” Then he backed away, allowing the air around you to cool.

“I bet I will,” you whispered, but he heard it and chuckled.

“Where’d you park?”

“I didn’t drive tonight.”

“Chauffeured?”

“The only way for a lady to travel,” you joked with a small curtsy.

“Are you all right taking my car then?”

“I’ve been taught not to get in the car of anyone whose character I’m unsure of. They could kill me or rape me.

Henry scoffed then laughed into the night air.

“Well, you’ve been taught correctly.”

“Ah, see.”

Again he leaned closer to you. “Luckily, I’m not interested in killing or raping you.”

“Oh no? then what are you interested in when it comes to me?”

The way he stared at you had you feeling a way you’d never felt before. It was something you couldn’t put your finger on, something you didn’t quite understand.

“All shall reveal itself in due time,” Henry whispered.

Rolling your eyes, you scoffed. “Spoken like a true brit.”

Henry shrugged and led you to his car, which was parked across the lot. As you got closer, your jaw dropped.

“Wow. A Porsche 911 GT1 Turbo?”

“You know cars?”

“Are you kidding? This baby is one sexy beast. 3.8L 6-cylinder engine, zero to sixty in just over three seconds, top speed at two hundred and five miles per hour which was dethroned as the fastest when the Spyder came around,” you boasted.

Henry’s mouth was wide as he gaped at you.

“I think that is the sexiest thing a woman has ever said to me.”

The two of you laughed together as he opened the passenger door for you to slide in. You marveled at the interior beginning at the stunning dash and the stick shift and ending on the smooth expensive leather finish. It was a gorgeous car.

“This is so gorgeous. Wow.” You looked at him, and he still looked shocked. “Did I freak you out now?”

“No, far from it,” Henry answered as he turned on the engine, which excited you more than it should have.

“Hold on, I like to go fast,” he warned, staring into your eyes. That was an innuendo if you’d ever heard one, and it did the trick to set your nether regions on fire.

As he drove, you paid close attention to how he handled the wheel and commanded the car to do as he wished. It was sexy how he switched lanes and easily handled LA traffic. After barely ten minutes of driving, your legs were crossed and clenched tightly with your hand squeezing your knee, begging it to remain closed.

When Henry turned off the engine, you saw he’d pulled up to the beach.

“The beach.”

“Not just the beach. Let me show you.”

He was the first to get out and come around for you. When he opened the door, he held his hand out for you to take. When you stepped out, you looked around expecting to see a carnival or something extraordinary. All you saw was an empty parking lot and an abandoned beach.

“Ready?

“Where are we going?”

Henry pointed out to the sand, and that was when our eyes widened.

“Oh, I’m not really wearing the right shoes.”

“So it would seem.”

You leaned on the side of his car only to bolt upright again. “I mean no disrespect putting my ass on your car.”

Henry snorted. “It’s the most action it’s seen.”

You giggled, something you’d been doing a lot of since meeting him.

“Can you?” You held your clutch out to him, silently asking if he could hold it. When he took it, you bent down and unzipped the back of your heels, taking them off one at a time. When you stood again, you were several inches shorter than you were before.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” you exasperated.

“You’re short. Aww, it’s so cute,” Henry teased.

“Stop.”

“It’s adorable and sprite-like,” he continued.

You tried to stifle your laugh but couldn’t. “It’s not my fault you’re freakishly tall.”

“I’m a freak now?”

“You’re really tall. How tall?”

“Six-one-ish, more six-two.”

“Wow. That is a whole twelve inches more than me.”

“I bet it’s not hard for most people to be taller than you,” he teased some more.

You gasped, pressing your hand to your chest. “Wow, you have jokes.”

His smile was adorkable, and you loved it. “Would you like to leave them behind?”

You nodded, and Henry opened the car and placed them on the floor of the passenger side. “Never knew how women could stand to walk in these things.”

“It’s a craft,” you responded. He held up your clutch nonverbally asking if you wanted to leave it as well. With your nod, he put it on the seat, then shut and locked the door again.

“Cold?”

“I’ll be okay.”

As if not liking the answer, he slipped off his blazer and draped it over your shoulders.

“Thank you.”

“Ready?”

You nodded and followed him to the rope to the beach. The two of you stepped over it and followed the path as it led toward the rocks of the beach.

“Rock climbing too? Goody.”

“If you’re from Australia, I’m sure you’ve done some climbing on rocks,” Henry teased.

You shrugged, “A bit.”

Henry’s smile showed off his perfectly imperfect teeth. You loved that he looked so put together and perfect in theory, but once you took a closer look, he really wasn’t. The two of you continued climbing the rocky peaks. Every move you made, Henry’s hand was there to help you along the way. The perfect gentleman, you thought. You could tell by the way he moved that he was used to strenuous physical activity. With the thought of strenuous activities, your head immediately dropped to his crotch. As soon as your eyes dipped, you brought them back up to find Henry’s eyes on yours. You’d been caught. He didn’t speak though. He just kept the soft smile on his lips.

You watched him take a giant step up one of the boulders and marveled at how strong his legs looked. When he turned, he held his hand out to you. Without hesitating, you took it, and your knees nearly buckled when he effortlessly pulled you up to stand beside him. You knew what you expected, especially seeing how colossal his biceps were through his suit jacket, but when he really demonstrated that strength, it boggled your mind. He was strong, strong.

“Down we go,” Henry said before he jumped down to the sand behind the boulder. You stood there, staring down at him like he was insane. This was not what you had in mind when you agreed to dinner.

“Are you sure you don’t want to kill me? This looks like the perfect place to hide a body.”

Henry lifted his hands into the air in surrender and spoke with that sly, adorable grin. “I promise.” He held out his hands, indicating he intended to lift you down.

You scoffed, looked around, and sighed, deciding to just go with it. As he slowly lifted you down, you didn’t know whether to stare into his impossibly deep eyes or at his bulging biceps. They were both equally appealing options. When he lowered you to the sand, your bodies were close but not touching. The urge to step into him overwhelmed you, especially the longer his hands lingered on your waist. The look on Henry’s face was one you couldn’t decipher. He looked as if he were in deep thought, but he also looked like he was conflicted over something.

“Eh-em, thank you,” you stuttered, taking a step back from him.

“Right this way.”

Henry walked ahead toward a cave. The black woman in you stopped and watched in caution. He wanted you to follow him this late at night, into a dark cave on a part of the beach no one seemed to know about. Henry glanced back at you, and warmly smiled. It was good enough for one part of you, and that was the part that controlled your legs. As you walked inside, your jaw dropped seeing it was lite up. All around the cave walls and ceiling, there were lights similar to Christmas tree lights. In the center of the cave, there was an opening that showed the perfect glowing moon. It was breathtaking.

“Wow.”

You aimlessly wandered around the cave looking closely at the walls; being unable to not touch, you grazed your fingers along the walls taking in every little detail.

“How did you find this place?”

“When I’m in town, I like to keep my normal routine, so I jog. I prefer the beach; it reminds me of Jersey early in the morning with the fog rolling . I like to be down this side of the beach because there are not really a lot of people, so no one recognizes me. I found it one day, and ever since, I’ve been coming whenever I am in town.”

“This is beautiful,” you continued to marvel.

“It is.”

You walked toward the center of the cave and gazed up at the moon. “Especially the moon shining down. That’s probably my favorite part.”

“Mine too.” His words had you looking to him. Meeting his eyes, the two of you stared at each other for several moments.

“So, you’re a jogger.”

“I am.”

“Which means you don’t do the gym?”

You began wandering around the cave again.

“I do. I have a personal trainer who helps me stay in Superman and Witcher shape,” Henry confirmed as he also began wandering around the cave in the opposite direction that you were.

The two of you were now circling each other in a completely non-threatening way, but though it wasn’t threatening, the tension around you increased with every step the two of you took.

“Do you work out?”

“I do. Not a lot or a crazy amount, though.”

Henry passed you, and you could feel his eyes on you. “Guess it’s natural.”

That was all it took for goosebumps to break out all across your skin and butterflies to flutter in your belly. The man was effortlessly charming. You walked toward a small puddle of water, stepped into it, and began swirling it around with your feet. You desperately needed something to channel your anxious energy into.

“So living in Jersey must mean you like the beach.”

Henry nodded, “I do. When I go home, I go a lot.”

“I like the beach too. It might be because I grew up near water, but whatever reason it calms me.”

When you looked back to him, he was already staring at you. The more he stared, the more you swirled the water around. He made you nervous, but it wasn’t a bad nervous where you were worried about his next move. It was more nervousness from anxiety of his effect on you. with your eyes turned downward, you could still feel his eyes on you.

“What? Why are you staring at me?”

Though you didn’t hear his footsteps, you felt the distance between you closing. Swallowing the butterflies that were increasing their flight, you looked to him and watched him approach. He looked like Mr. Darcy did when he was crossing the open field at dawn, trying to make his way to Elizabeth. Your palm itched to touch.

“How can I not stare?”

Your soft gasp echoed in the cave as he closed the remaining few feet between you.

“You’re breathtaking. The moment I bumped into you, I felt something I’d never felt before. It was like I’d been shot with a taser. I’d never experienced anything like that before,” Henry spoke.

It wasn’t verbatim Jane Austen, but it was close enough. Your breathing betrayed you and gave away your anxiousness. You were quickly becoming lost in his eyes, lost in the tension of the moment.

“Tell me you don’t feel the same way.”

Henry’s eyes dropped to your mouth, and that had you licking your lips before you bit down onto your bottom one.

“I’ve never been tased before.” It was the only thing that you could think of to say.

A soft smile teased his lips, and he took yet another step to you. He was not mere inches from you. If you took a step forward, your bodies would touch, and from there, you could imagine where that would lead.

“Well, I have,” Henry began with a heart-pounding deepness in his voice. “It’s like a billion currents of electricity running through your body continuously for a long period of time. It feels as if these currents of electricity are charging your cells, enlarging them, and minimizing them over and over. You feel like you’re going to die, to be honest. It’s excruciating,” Henry finished.

The depth of his voice was having an effect and the fact that every few words he spoke, he spoke in a whisper which gave you the scent of the drink he’d had at dinner an hour ago. He was not only devastatingly handsome, charming, and sexy, but the chemistry between you was so palpable that you too felt like you could die from it alone.

“So you felt pain,” you stated.

“I did, but it was mixed with something else entirely.”

It was your turn to look at his mouth. When you did, you quickly realized it was a huge mistake. Your lips tingled. They wanted to know the feel of him. That was a first, you thought.

“What else?” It was a whisper, and it was all you could muster.

“I don’t know. I can’t put my finger on it.”

Meeting his eyes, your gazes lingered. “Was it pleasure?”

Henry’s breathing mimicked yours. The quick rise and fall of his chest told you his heart might have been racing as quickly as yours.

“Was that what you felt?”

You couldn’t answer him. You really didn’t know what the answer to that question was right now. Your head was clouded, your heart racing and your hormones were bouncing around like haywire tennis balls that were just released from their containers. You felt your body drift back, but felt Henry’s arms wrap around you to hold you firmly against his body. Again, your eyes met. You saw the question in them.

“I don’t know—I don’t know what I felt,” you admitted.

Henry searched your eyes for several moments, but he didn’t release you.

“I think you do, and it was as new and different for you as it was for me.”

The urge to kiss him overcame you, and your knees nearly buckled from it. It had been years since you’d thought about anything like this apart from work. The last time you romantically kissed someone because you felt something for them rather than a lingering expectation or needed distraction was so long ago. You’d vowed to keep it that way. Not to mention you never kissed anyone on the second date. It was a rule.

You bit your bottom lip and loved that his eyes were glued to your mouth. It increased the desire you had to lay one on him and find out just how soft his lips really were. At that moment, Henry lifted his hand and slowly brushed back your hair to softly caress your cheek. You felt your nipples bead and prayed to God that he couldn’t feel them. Lowering your eyes to the sliver of exposed skin right under his collar, you used the time to try to gather your senses.

Henry nudged your face back to his with his finger underneath your chin.

“You have incredible eyes,” Henry whispered.

“Says the pot to the kettle.” His smile was genuine, and with it, you were a goner.

When he lowered his face to yours, you didn’t move. Truth be told, you wanted this, so you inched closer to his descending lips. Once you were just centimeters from each other, your senses returned. You pressed your eyes closed then placed your hands on his chest to keep him at bay. Without protest, Henry stopped.

“I don’t kiss on the first date.”

“It’s a good thing it’s our second,” Henry replied.

“I don’t kiss on the second either,” you added with your eyes still closed. It wasn’t that you were afraid of his reaction. You were desperately trying to get a grip so you could finish out the rest of this night the way you’d intended. You didn’t want to be pressed against the wall of this cave as he fucked you till you couldn’t walk back to the car. That was not what this was. That was not who you were. Not anymore.

When you did open your eyes and looked into those hypnotizing ocean blue eyes, you knew you hadn’t gotten a grip at all. You flexed your fingers against his chest and realized just how muscular he was. Dropping your eyes to his chest, your fingers continued to move of their own volition. You understood. This was all him. He was all muscle.

“Oh, crap.”

Realizing just what you were doing, you stepped away. “I’m sorry. I didn’t even realize I was—I’m sorry.”

Henry nodded, “It’s all right. Nothing to be sorry for. I respect your boundaries.”

Your stomach fell. You turned your back to him, pretending to look more at the lit walls, but you weren’t looking at them. You’d hoped he wouldn’t have been understanding about your boundaries. It would have made it easier to leave without feeling the steady pangs of temptation.

“Do you?”

“Of course. No matter how much I want to kiss you, I respect you and your boundaries. I will not force myself on you. You can trust me on that. I give you my word,” Henry boldly avowed.

The more he spoke, the lower those said boundaries fell.

“You can trust me in that, Aliya,” he softly finished.

With those final words, what you’d said barely two minutes ago was out the window.

“Oh, screw it!”

You quickly turned and rushed to him, practically pouncing him like an in heat Puma. Henry welcomingly wrapped his arms around you and stared into your eyes. Another question rested there.

“I don’t want this if this isn’t what you want,” he assured.

“I thought you go after what you want; no questions asked,” you partly teased.

His smile prompted yours. “And you always get what you want.”

“I do,” you confirmed.

Henry smiled again before your lips touched. From the moment they did, you felt that electrical current feeling he spoke of. It was intense, exhilarating, and excruciating. Slowly Henry teased your tongue with his by coiling around it to retreat and do it again. By the third time, you’d moaned on him. His grip around your waist and back tightened, and the kiss deepened. He looked like a passionate man, but if you were going by his kiss, you’d greatly underestimated how passionate. The way he kissed you increased the pull you’d felt to him since bumping into him a few weeks ago. To your shock, you wanted more. Henry’s moan reverberated off your chest and sparked your arousal so much that your nipples pulsated, begging for his touch.

This was insanely unexpected; you thought before you slowly pulled back, an action Henry did along with you. Keeping your eyes closed, you allowed the feels to sink in and wrap around you. They were feels that were new, feels that felt had your hand shaking.

“We should go,” you whispered.

“We should,” Henry quickly agreed.

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On the drive, you tried to keep your freak out at bay. You tried to push away thoughts of rehashing just what happened in the cave. It was next to impossible because the entire drive was silent. He must have been lost in his thoughts as well. When you did think about it, you couldn’t find an ounce of regret. Oppositely you loved it and only regretted stopping. That was what tripped you up. It was insane to think about because you’d broken a rule and were in the middle of breaking yet another one as he drove you home.

Your eyes continued to glance over to his hands on the steering wheel before they dropped to his spread thighs. He had the perfect thighs for straddling. The thought of the size of them and the amount of space you’d already calculated would fit you nicely easily set you off. The man’s lap was meant to be sat on and without clothes. Thankfully before you got way too lost in your sinful thoughts, you saw Henry pulling toward your gated entrance. You pulled out your phone and entered the code to your gate on the security app. Once you did, the wrought iron gates opened for him to pull into your driveway.

Henry’s whistle brought your attention to his face.

“Wow, doing really well for yourself, I see.”

You snorted then shrugged. “I try.”

Once the car rolled to a stop, Henry tapped on the steering wheel as he stared at your house. You wondered what he was thinking and worried he thought you were bougie. After about a minute of silence, Henry unbuckled his seat belt.

“I’ll get your door,” he blurted out before he hopped out the car and walked around to the passenger side. He held his hand out for yours, which you took without hesitation.

“Thank you.”

He nodded, then the two of you walked toward your front door in silence with the flowers he brought you in hand.

“Thank you for the flowers.”

“You’re welcome.”

Once in front of the door, you both stood there staring at each other. The butterflies in your stomach still had yet to dissipate; they’d only picked up. You wondered what he was thinking to look at you the way he was. You noticed him he was rocking back and forth with his hands stuffed into his pockets. It was adorable.

“Oh, I fly out tomorrow,” Henry blurted out.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, I’ll be gone for four weeks, and then it’s time for some much-needed downtime,” he explained.

The butterflies began to die down, but only a small amount. “Lucky you.”

He shrugged and gave an indifferent expression. “Thank you for coming tonight.”

You returned his shrug. “I had a good time. I just might steal that spot seeing that I live here.”

His laugh was boisterous and echoed over the front of your property. You liked the sound of his laugh and liked the laugh lines that decorated around his mouth and eyes even more. It showed he was a happy man.

“It’s fine as long as you don’t mind sharing it with me,” Henry countered.

You leaned on the pillar behind you and held tighter to the flowers.

“I’m not much of a sharer. I like what’s mine—mine.”

Henry smirked in a way that had those butterflies take flight yet again.

“We’ll have to work on that. Sharing is caring.”

A scoff escaped you as you shook your head. You dug your hand into your hair and gently tousled it, again thankful you’d decided to go the extra step with straightening it. When you looked back to Henry, the fire in his eyes could not be missed, and that fire sparked one in you. A few seconds later, he was closing the space between you and clasping you at the nape of your neck before his lips pressed to yours.

While the first kiss in the cave was slow, sensual, and passionate, this one was urgent, greedy, and controlling, and it set you on fire instantly. Henry’s free hand connected to your hip and gently held you, barley touching his hardened frame. When you heard him moan, you softly nibbled his bottom lip, which had him returning the favor. Good lord, you thought before you placed your hand on his chest and took advantage of his closeness. You swore you could feel his heart pounding underneath your palm, but you weren’t sure. When you moaned, Henry was the one to pull away this time, but his body was still close, tempting you with its heat and size.

When he spoke, his voice was temptingly deep. “Use those pictures so you don’t forget what I look like.”

You smiled again. He was becoming very good at it.

“Goodnight, Aliya.” You gazed into his eyes, bit your bottom lip, and nodded.

“Goodbye, Henry.”

His body broke out in a shiver that shook you due to his proximity. You couldn’t help but smirk. You watched him back away and walk to his car.

“Have a safe flight and trip.”

When he turned to look at you again once he was at his door. “Thank you.”

He got into his car and watched you. It took you a few moments to realize he was waiting for you to go inside before he pulled off. Another gentlemanly trait was ticked off on the pros side of your list that was steadily growing. When you got inside, you armed the house and leaned against the door with the flowers clutched to your chest.

“What in the holy hell are you doing, Aliya?”

You hit your head back onto the glass of the door a few times, trying to find your chill—a chill that had continuously evaded you all night.

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tywrites · 4 years

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at ease [sugawara koushi]

request: "Hi could I request a Suga x reader where he is introducing you to the Karasuno team for the first time and how you think everyone would react to him having a gf? Thank you in advance! Hope you are doing well and keeping healthy"

a/n: ah first of all, tysm! i'm doing decently, i hope you're doing good too! <3 i wasn't sure if you wanted headcannons or an imagine so i decided to do an imagine bc i love writing for suga ahaha, hope you enjoy :)) also!! please leave some feedback, i'd love to know what you thought of it ♡

warnings: i don't think there's any <3

word count: 1,724

pairing: sugawara koushi x reader

"Y/N, you really don't need to be this nervous. I promise they're gonna love you," your boyfriend assured you as you walked hand in hand down the path towards the Karasuno school gym.

Sighing, you nod at his statement. "I mean, my head knows that you're probably right, but my stomach really disagrees," you reply, praying to the lord above that you wouldn't hurl in front of his team mates. That really wouldn't be a good first impression.

Even though yourself and Suga had been dating for around three months now, you had yet to meet his team mates. This may be due to the fact that you didn't actually attend Karasuno, and instead got to know Suga back when you were in junior high. You'd both decided to go to different high schools, but still kept in touch and eventually began dating when he finally decided to ask you on a proper date.

Suga had been trying to get you to meet them for weeks, but you were able to create an excuse to get out of it every time. It wasn't a case of you not wanting to meet them, you were just genuinely terrified. You knew how much Suga cared for his friends and if they didn't like you... no, Suga wouldn't let that get between you both indefinitely. But it could put a huge strain on your relationship and you just didn't want to risk that.

Suga just made you so incredibly happy. Everything about him still gave you butterflies, no matter how long you'd known him, and he was honestly one of the sweetest people you knew. He always knew what to say to make you feel better and never failed to make you laugh. Not to mention that his smile was one of the best gifts to this Earth. He made you a better person and vice versa. And it would honestly be the worst thing ever for you to jeopardise that.

Your rambling thoughts were interrupted by Suga's melodic laughter. "Please try not to throw up, I don't think Shimizu would be very impressed with having to clean that," he chortled as he swang your hand back and forth.

The doors to the gym were in sight and you felt your heart lurch, suddenly stopping dead in the middle of the pathway, causing Suga to tug at your hand. Realising you were beginning to overthink again, Suga moved so that he was in front of you and took both of your cheeks into his hands, a gentle smile on his face. "Y/N, just try not to think about it. Yes, the team is very important to me, but so are you. You don't have anything to worry about." He paused, noticing your eyes still moving around restlessly and the slight furrow in your eyebrows. "Do you know why I want the team to meet you?"

You shook your head carefully, relishing in the feeling of his calloused hands against your skin. You felt his thumb rub your cheek soothingly as he leaned in and placed a chaste kiss to your lips, your cheeks heating up under his hands.

"Because I want them to know what an amazing person I have the privilege of being in love with."

Damn. This dude really knew how to make your heart stop, huh?

He grinned cheekily at you. "So, you ready?" He asked, as he pulled away and took your hand in his once again. Taking a deep breath, you nodded at him with a small smile. You were still nervous, but with the comforting feeling of his hand in yours and the atmosphere of that quick kiss lingering, you decided that yes, you were ready.

It honestly wasn't as bad as you expected.

Yes, walking through those doors was damn intimidating to say the least, but that was the worst part of the whole thing. As you and Suga walked in, Suga leading the way, it took a little while for anyone to really notice; most of them too busy practising individually before team practise began.

In the end, Suga cleared his throat loudly and all action in the gym ceased, the sound of volleyballs bouncing decreasing steadily.

Silence.

Before complete chaos erupted.

Two small boys catapulted themselves towards you, their excited jabbering blending into one as a taller boy with dark hair pulled them back before they completely bulldozed you over. It took you so by surprise that you took a step back, accidentally walking into a tall body.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" You exclaimed, looking up at the boy with glasses apologetically. He waved you off and went over to stand next to dark-headed boy witha bright smile who was a little bit shorter than him.

There were way too many people to keep track of, how on earth were you gonna be able to do this?

Laughing off the chaos, Sugawara stepped slightly ahead of you. "Guys! Please try not to scare my girlfriend off as soon as she walks through the door,"

There was a gasp from half the room while the others just chuckled at the statement. "Girlfriend?" A short boy with orange hair questioned, looking up at you and Suga curiously. "Is this your girlfriend, Suga-san?!"

Suga laughed lightly. "Yep! This is Y/N," he said while pulling you forward and intertwining his hand with yours. "I finally convinced her to meet you guys, though to be fair she did try to run away more than once on the walk here," he teased as you felt your cheeks darken.

You bowed your head slightly. "It's nice to meet all of you! I'm sorry it's taken such a long time for us to meet," you apologised, cursing Suga for embarrassing you. Though you were surprised to hear light laughter meet your ears.

"Please, don't be so formal," a warm voice said, causing you to look up and catch sight of Daichi. He was the only person on the team that you kind of knew, considering he and Suga were best friends. You hadn't met exactly, but you had seen him on video call when you were over Suga's house so luckily, you were familiar with him. "It's nice to finally meet you too."

After some introductions and some insistent apologies from Noya and Hinata for almost knocking you over, Daichi soon started to take hold of the situation and calm everyone down.

"We're about to start practice, but you can sit over with Shimizu if you'd like?"

"Trying to tell my girlfriend she's in the way, huh Daichi?" Suga grinned at him cheekily, patting his back.

Daichi rolled his eyes. "No, just trying to make sure that you won't be getting too distracted with her here, Suga," he teased back, allowing a discrete blush to rise to Suga's ears and neck. "Anyway, get to the court,"

You honestly got along really well with Suga's team mates! They joked around with you a lot during their breaks but you could tell how serious and talented they all were when it came to volleyball. In particular, you really got along well with Asahi (the gentle giant) and Noya, Hinata, and Tanaka (the most chaotic trio you had the pleasure of knowing.) The contrast in everyone's personalities was really refreshing and you could tell that everyone had a role to play in making the team work so well. And watching Suga while doing the thing he's passionate about, surrounded by his friends? Nothing could be better. He was in his element and you could barely take your eyes off of him.

Soon the practice began to come to an end and you were so thankful that the team welcomed you with such open arms. You went over to Suga and told him you'd wait for him outside the gym while the team went over to the clubroom to change.

"So, what'd you think of her?" Suga asked, somewhat hesitantly as he stripped off his jersey.

The boys exchanged a look of amusement and Asahi answered first. "She seems really sweet," he said with a smile.

Noya nodded in agreement. "Yeah, and she's really funny! She chased Shoyo and me around with the broom while she was helping us clean up," he laughed as he pulled on his school shoes. "I really like her!"

Continuing the conversation, the boys chatted about how much they liked you and how cute of a couple you and Suga were. Hearing them praise his girlfriend brought an even brighter smile to his face. Knowing that his friends loved you as much as he did... made him feel perfectly warm inside. Daichi reached over and slammed his hand on his back. "You did good, Suga," he said genuinely, before exiting the clubroom with Hinata and Asahi, the faint promise of buying them meat buns accelerating Noya, Tanaka, and Kageyama out the door with him. He continued getting dressed and, after Yamaguchi and Tsukishima had said their goodbyes, he headed down to the gym to pick you up and walk you home. He subconsciously smiled immediately as he saw you, your head down as you played with your phone—the screen illuminating your face in the evening darkness. Even in the bad lighting, he thought you were beautiful. And knowing the people whom he cared about liked you too, made you even more beautiful in his eyes.

As he was gazing at you intently, you looked up and caught his eyes. Grinning at him, you reached out your hand and he took it without hesitation, pulling you to him tightly. Though taken aback by the sudden hug, you allowed yourself to be swallowed by his warmth, the cool night air piercing your exposed skin. He pulled your head back from the crook of his neck in order to get a look at your face.

"So... was it as bad as you expected?" He whispered, watching as you tugged at your bottom lip with your teeth, a gesture you did a lot when he teased you. "Were my team mates terrifying?"

You giggled softly, shaking your head with a small sigh. "No. They weren't. And before you say I told you so-"

"I would never!" He gasped mockingly, acting appalled at the accusation.

You stare blankly at him. "Yes, you would,"

"Yes, I would."

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toohardtotalkabout · 3 years

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The Binder

The first time I put a binder on, a little under a week ago, I felt euphoric. Ever since I hit puberty very early on, I felt uncomfortable with my breasts. They never felt right on me, and even though I’ve come to love them sometimes, they still don’t always feel like they match up. I hated how people always looked at them, pointed out how much they showed in low cut shirts when I never even noticed they were--or even wanted them to. They were just there. I like the way low cut shirts feel and look on me, I can’t help these giant sacks of flesh that sit on my chest.

Except...now I can! I ran my hands over my smooth chest, feeling bright. I looked into the mirror, and felt something warm wash over me. I put on my new masculine clothes, letting my partner clip on my new suspenders. I realized that I was shaking as I looked at myself again… I looked like a boy. I felt like a boy. And I liked it. I wanted it. Admitting that to myself was like coming home.

I remember going into an Adam and Eve for laugh, not expecting much since I am an asexual with a low libido. I remember seeing packers and feeling my chest tighten. I never liked my genitalia--I had wished for a cloaca or something akin to that, but since that was biologically impossible for a human… I sometimes wished I had the opposite of a vagina. I frequently imagined what it would be like to have a penis. I took the box up to the counter to ask some questions, my dress swishing as I went. The cashier told me it was for trans people only, and a girl like me couldn’t have it. She didn’t know what asexuality was, and had tried polyamory once but decided it was bad when her girlfriend kissed her boyfriend. I was upset, disheartened, and left the store empty handed.

I remember finally cutting the long, curly locks that had frustrated and imprisoned me for so long. Seeing all of my hair fall to floor, staring into the mirror as the barber buzzed the back of my head… It made me want to cry tears of joy. It was the first time in my entire life that I had looked at my hair and was happy. Then I remember wanting to go shorter, and my barber encouraging me to keep it a little longer so I didn’t look manly, so I could still be soft and feminine. The way my stomach dropped and the sick feeling in my chest only increased when he began to make fun of the gay men who came down the street near his favorite restaurant. I never saw that barber again. I instead found a nice local place down the road from my apartment, where the kind lady cut it all off without question, other than “Why?” and accepted my warm “It makes me happy. It makes me feel beautiful.”

I am me. And I am one dashing boy, and one beautiful girl.

#gender #agender #genderfluid #transmasc #genderqueer

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heycallmeladytypewriter · 3 years

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A Call of the Siren - Chapter Three

A/N: Hey this is a shorter chapter for now but chapter four is already in the works and much longer. We finally get more into the classes and more interactions with our favorite Lord Explosion Murder. I am also looking for a beta if anyone is interested! I don’t own My Hero Academia. I only own my own characters and the story I create within Horikoshi’s masterpiece of a world I’d love to live in.

Chapter One Chapter Two

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“Class 1-A...1-A...1-A...goddamn where is it?!” Delia whispered to herself, frustrated. She was never good with directions. She was already on edge today due to the fact she was almost caught by her mother with the wrong uniform on. She had bought her local school’s uniform and it was currently stuffed in her locker to change into before she got back home. She lightly pulled at the end of her braid while she tried to look at the school map again.

“Oh, uhm hi! Are you looking for 1-A too?” A nervous voice said from beside her.

Looking up from the paper, she was greeted by a boy with messy green hair and a red face.

“Hi!” She decided not to tell him she actually knew him. At least not yet. She didn’t want him to look at her like she was crazy and a stalker. “Yes! Any chance you know?”

“I’m a little lost too but maybe two minds are better than one?” He was so flustered with his red face and jerky hand movements - it was adorable.

They walked around the corner and found it down the hall. Walking up to the door, they both stopped.

“Why is it so big?”

“Are there giants who go here?” He asked in response.

Before her nerves could get to her, she opened the massive door. She immediately heard two familiar voices. It was Angry boy and the guy from the entrance exam. They both stopped talking once they noticed her and Midoriya at the door. Actually, the whole class turned to look at them. She was pretty sure they both wore matching red faces at this point. The blue haired one straightened his back and marched on over to them without delay.

“Good morning! My name is Tenya Iida-“

“Uh, hi! I know! My name is Izuku Midoriya. “ he said waving his hands. “It’s super nice to meet you.”

“Midoriya, you realized there was something more to the practical exam, didn’t you?”

“Huh?”

“You must be very perceptive. And YOU!” Delia was totally fine with watching the exchange before she realized Iida was gesturing to her. She blinked, “ uh, hi?” And did a small wave with a raised eyebrow.

“You also realized there was something more! I saw you as well run to the aid of that girl. You both are superior students!”

“Uhhh..well-“

“I know that messed up hair! Oh, and you too!” Another voice joined the conversation from behind her. Turning, she saw it was that small girl from the practice exam.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Angry Boy with clenched fists at his desk. His head was tilted slightly meaning he was possibly listening.

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Bakugo’s POV:

Oh course fucking Deku was here.

The bastard ruined everything. He was supposed to be the only one from their school to make it to U.A. He was the best. It only made sense.

His eyes slid over to the girl standing next to him. It took a moment for him to realize it was the girl from the park he kept running into every time he went to train. She had a puzzled look on her face as that Somei private school douche suddenly pointed at her.

He was used to her in baggy shirts and shorts with messy hair but today her hair was pulled back in a thick braid down her back. She wore the standard girl uniform but her tie was crooked. Her blue eyes were striking even from here.

… It annoyed the ever loving fuck out of him for some reason.

Of course Deku and this brat would be in his class.

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Delia’s POV:

“If you're just here to make friends, you might as well pack up your stuff now.” A deep voice said from behind them. The class whipped their heads over to the giant yellow bag on the floor by the door. “Welcome to UA’s Hero Course.”

What in the actual…?? Delia was just blinking while she could hear Uraraka and Midoriya were making nervous whimpers beside her.

“It took eight seconds before you all shut up. That’s not gonna work. Time is precious.”

This man looked so tired as he emerged from his sleeping bag but gave off such an intimidating vibe that had Delia nervous to speak. He is a Pro, of course. Who he was she didn’t know but knew she was going to find out real quick. “Hello, I’m Shota Aizawa, your teacher.” Well that much she figured despite the class being shocked before a uniform was thrown at her face.

Aizawa had led them out to a large practice ground rather than the orientation that everyone was itching to attend. He quickly nipped that in the bud with dictating how he will run class as he saw fit and that the Ministry of Education needed to catch up on how we are not created equal (something she was sure her family would have an opinion on..) before she heard him address a classmate. “Bakugo, you managed to get the most points on the entrance exam.” Delia looked over to who he was possibly talking to and saw it was Angry Boy.

So that's his name. Bakugo. It was kind of nice to finally have an answer to that question.

“What was your farthest distance throw with a softball when you were in Junior High?”

“Sixty-seven meters, I think.” Bakugo replied. Wow. He actually can speak in a normal tone. Delia had only ever heard him yelling at her like a psycho no matter what tone of voice she used.

“Right. Try doing it with your Quirk.” Aizawa instructed as Bakugou stepped into place. “Anything goes, just stay in the circle.”

“All right, man you asked for it.” What a cocky way to talk to our teacher on our first day, Delia thought, Kid’s got some balls.

“DIE!” With that, he blew up the sky. A massive explosion sent the ball flying until it was no more than a small dot in the air. Delia couldn’t believe the sheer power Angry Boy - no, Bakugo - had all this time.

As he commented on knowing the limitations of our quirks, Aizawa turned the device towards the class: 705.2 meters.

How was she going to compete with that?

The 50 meter dash was a bit difficult as she couldn't see how to use her quirk for that so she just full on sprinted. Thankfully, she had spent the last year running on the beach and it gave her some decent speed. 6.7 seconds. Okay, not great but she’ll take it as Uraraka ran slower than she did.

The strength test was difficult and pathetic.

As well as the long jump.

The side jump felt fine.

Finally, the softball ball test.

“Bell, your turn.” Aizawa tossed her the ball which she nearly dropped as she walked to the base. Delia was getting nervous and fed up with her performance. She made it this far only for her teacher to kick her out the very first day.

No, not today.

“Sometime today, Extra.” A lazy, smug voice called out. She didn’t have to turn to know who it came from. Blowing the hair out of her face, Delia squared her shoulders. Well, fine then.

In a quick motion of her hand, she pulls all the water out of everyone’s water bottles to form her signature water whip and shoots the ball into the sky before she had lost her nerve.

“Finally.” Her sensei mumbled while showing the number. 567.3 meters. “ Learn to apply yourself and stop acting like you don’t have a quirk.”

Delia nodded stiffly and walked back to the group as Midoriya replaced her in the circle. She felt a nudge on her arm. “ That was pretty awesome!” The boy with the spiked red hair whispered to her with a giant grin. She couldn’t help but smile back, “ Thank you. Sorry for stealing your water.” He shrugged and waved her off, “It was a worthy cause. Can’t have you getting kicked out on day one with a power like that!” Delia started to tug at her braid, not used to any positive attention for her quirk.

“My name is Delia Bell, by the way.”

“I’m Ejiro Kirishima.”

She smiled again before turning back to what was happening just in time to see Midoriya throw the ball with outstanding force. “Mr. Aizawa.” He curled his hand with his newly injured finger into a tight fist, “ See? I’m still standing.”

Delia was impressed but unsurprised since she’s witnessed it before from the entrance exam. And considering who his mentor has been.

Everyone was flipping out but she noticed one person was not a happy camper about this at all. Bakugou was hunched and practically steaming with anger as his hands started blowing off mini explosions. Then he rushed towards him, “DEKU YOU BASTARD! Tell me how you did that or you’re dead!”

Aizawa immediately threw out his scarf and stopped Bakugou in his tracks. “Back off.”

Delia rolled her eyes at Angry boy still fighting against their teacher over what she was sure was an over dramatic reason and reached down to her water bottle before pouting. She used up her water with everyone else’s. Frigger frick.

Aizawa had them go through a few extra tests before finally showing their rankings. Delia clenched and unclenched her fists at her side as the projection popped up. Her eyes were scanning as quick as they could..Bell..Bell..Bell..Bell!

Delia Bell : 21st place out of 22.

She felt defeated but relieved all at once. She wasn’t out but she had some serious work to do. Delia sadly looked over to where Midoriya was standing. Biting her lip, she went over to him quietly and put her hand on his hunched over shoulder. She figured words weren’t the best in this scenario.

“And I was lying, no one is going home.” He clicked the screen away along with all of our ability to blink or move for a minute. Somewhere in her head, Delia heard a record being scratched. Aizawa grinned (if you want to call it that) before continuing, “That was just a rational deception to make sure you gave it you’re all in the tests.”

You ABSOLUTE motherf-

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Delia was putting her school shoes in her locker when Uraraka bounced up to her side.

“Oh. Hi?”

“I just wanted to say thank you for helping me out in the entrance exam when I was stuck!”

Waving her hands at the smaller girl, “ Oh my god no stop that. I wanted to thank YOU for trying to talk to them into giving me points afterwards. That was so nice of you!”

“How did you- never mind. It was no problem because you deserved it. I mean you ran to me when everyone else was running away. I could’ve been squished!”

“How about we call it even then?” Delia laughed as she saw them going back and forth over this for a while. They started to walk out of the building when Uraraka grabbed her sleeve and started running towards Midoriya and Iida.

“Oh, it's the infinity girl!” Iida exclaimed before seeing Delia catch up next to her. “ and the girl who stole all of our water!”

Feeling her face heat up, she laughed a bit. “I’m sorry about that. I wasn’t thinking about the after effects.”

“Oh, it was totally worth it! I’m Ochaco Uraraka and this is Delia Bell.” Uraraka gestured to herself and then Delia before pointing to the boys. “Let’s see. You are Tenya Iida and your name is Deku, right? Midoriya?” Midoriya damn near choked when he heard that.

“Uh, well...My name is actually Izuku. Deku is what Kacchan calls me to make fun of me.” He anxiously explained. Delia scrunched up her nose and squeezed the books she held lightly against her chest so hard the edges of them bit into her hands. Delia promised herself to make sure to trip Angry Boy the next time she interrupted one of his runs. Maybe even drop one of his weights on his foot or maybe just a good old fashion punch.

“Oh! I didn’t realize that. I’m sorry. But you know what? I like “Deku.” It could make a great hero name!” She threw her fist in the air before she smiled at him sweetly, “Plus, I think it's kind of cute.”

“Deku it is!”

Delia burst out laughing and shook her head. Boys are so simple. As she listened to her new classmates bicker, she smiled at them. “This is going to be an interesting year.” Delia hooked her arm through Uraraka’s arm, who practically bounced at the gesture, and followed the boys down the hill towards home.

Oh, how she would eat, get sick from, and violently throw up those damn words later. Baka.

#bakugou x oc #bakugo katsuki #bakugo x oc #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #mha smut #A Call of a Siren #the call of a siren #bakugo fanfic #class 1-a x reader

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lovemesomeerabordwarves · 3 years

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Things we are part 2

“Hmmm… I wonder when the Prince is going to come back. Everyone’s so excited and crazy. It’s getting tiering. Dis has been running around like mad trying to plan and organize everything. Still,” I rolled over and looked at the chipmunk that was eating part of my lunch, “it’s allowed me to sneak out here a few times.”

I frowned.

“You’d think it would be the opposite. More vigilant, alert guards and all that…”

I signed. The chipmunk chittered at me with cheek pouches full. I tickled him under his chin. Grabbing my finger, the little thing licked some jam off, chittered one last time, then scurried away.

“Guess I’ll head home before it gets dark.”

I picked up my bow and placed it on my back. I hoped down from the tree I had been occupying and trailed my hands over moss, mushrooms, and bark as I pointed myself in the direction of home. I wound through trees and over streams, and under fallen trees. I followed the sun until I got to my favorite waterfall were I stopped for a break. I took my shoes off and rested my feet in the water. A few fish swam up and nibbled my toes which made me laugh. Closing my eyes, I leaned my head back to bask in the sun and enjoy my time.

A small rustling noise made me look up. A ram made its way through some tall bushes. I frowned in confusion but then a dwarf followed behind it. He stopped when he saw me. He looked oddly familiar. His raven black hair went past his shoulders and his beard was shorter than most dwarves kept them. His eyes were a mesmerizing shade of blue. The ram walked up to me and nudged me with its big wooly head.

“Hello, sir. I haven’t seen you before.” I mumbled to the ram as I rubbed my hands along its neck. Its coat was a little dirty but still well cared for.

“He normally doesn’t like other people, tries to bite them the first chance he gets.” The stranger commented warily.

“Well, some critters just like me.”

The ram nuzzled me one last time then went to the pool of water to get a drink, leaving me to face the stranger.

“If your lost the kingdom is that way.” I said while pointing to the West.

“I know…although it has been a while since I was there.”

“Are—” The sound of a distant bell made me freeze. It was the dusk bell; the gates would be closing soon.

“Bye it was nice meeting you!” I bolted into the forest leaving the dwarf behind.

“Crap! The guards will be attentive now! Ugg I’m going to have to sneak in if I don’t get there in time.”

I made it back into my room just as someone started to knock. I quickly pulled on a robe and ran to the door.

“Finally found you. Why are you out of breath?”

“Umm…I was asleep, and you startled me that’s all.”

Dis narrowed her eyes but a smile quickly appeared.

“You need to get ready for the feast! Come, I’ll do your hair.”

Without waiting for my response, she spun me around and shoved me in front of the vanity.

“What happened? Is Thorin back?”

“Yes, he just returned! Everyone’s getting ready. Vili is taking care of the boys.”

My hair was pulled, curled and pinned before long. After that I was squeezed into the dreaded corset and a midnight blue dress was thrown on top. I refused to wear heeled shoes though.

“But they’re in fashion right now. The kingdom to the north sent over their latest designs and my tailor worked very hard to get them ready.”

I glared at Dis.

“If you make me wear those I will go naked.”

It was an honest threat and my friend, and I stared each other down before she gave up.

“Oh, alright! Your dress covers your feet any way, but you WILL wear shoes tonight.”

I complied with this as I knew that if I didn’t she would force the heels onto my feet and probably find a way to keep them there permanently. Once Dis deemed me acceptable she left to get ready and told me that she, Vili, and the boys would escort me to the hall were the feast would take place.

Once she left I tried to sit but the corset was too tight, and it felt like a seem would pop. I sighed and decided to walk around my room. I thought about the impending party and dreading being in a room with so many others. I hoped that after an hour or two Dis and the others would be too distracted, and I could sneak back to my room. On my tenth lap around the room there came a quick knock and Dis opened my door.

“Alright we’re ready let’s get going!”

She was beautiful in all her royal finery. Vili was more dressed up than I had ever seen him. The boys were busy pulling at their tunic collars and Kili had already ruffled his hair. I took a deep breath and followed them down to the Great Hall. Vili hung back a bit with me as Dis took both boys by the hands.

“You look amazing tonight Eva. Don’t be nervous, we’ll keep you company as long as we can.”

I gave him a half smile. Butterflies were flapping around in my stomach and my nerves were on edge. Once we got to the main hall, I was left to stand with everyone else while Dis and her family went to take their proper place. I was a bit relieved by this as I was now trying to blend into the stonework around me. A few dwarves stared as they went by, but the King called for silence and everyone turned their attention to him.

“It is with great pride that I welcome back my grandson Thorin, Crown Prince to the line of Durin! He has been away for many months forging friendships and trade routes so that our people may prosper once again!”

I flinched as the room erupted into roars of cheers and clapping. A few dwarves pushed past me to see better and I soon lost my sight of the throne.

“Tonight, we feast not only to celebrate Prince Thorin’s return and accomplishments but tonight also marks the day, five years ago, of the destruction of our home of Erebor! We feast and drink to honor those who fell victim to the horrid, fire breathing lizard.”

The cheers for this were not as loud as before and a few people began to silently cry. I bowed my head in respect.

“Let the feast begin!” boomed the King and everyone clapped and cheered and started to drift apart. I stayed in my spot as long as possible but eventually Dis came for me.

“Come, grandfather wishes to speak with you.”

A feeling of dread dropped into my stomach. Was I going to get into trouble? I had been extra careful sneaking in and out despite the lack of attentiveness by the guards. Did he really want to lecture me now? People parted for Dis and I as we soon came to stand at the foot of the throne. I waited to be acknowledged by the King before stepping forward. After he finished talking with a white-haired dwarf his gaze turned to me and a giant smile spread across his face as he beckoned me to his side.

“Eva my girl you look absolutely stunning tonight.”

I smiled and curtsied. “Thank you your majesty. Dis is quite skilled at making me look presentable.”

The king chuckled lightly. “She has an eye for such things yes, but you are beautiful even without all this finery.”

I blushed.

“I know you’re not overly fond of large gatherings but tonight is one for laughter and fun! I want you to enjoy it.”

“I will do my best your majesty, I hope you enjoy it as well.”

The king laughed and dismissed me. When I turned around I couldn’t see Dis or Vili but I saw Fili and Kili running around so I made my way to them. As Kili ran around a rather large dwarf to escape his growling brother I scooped him up in a tight hug. He giggled and Fili ran up and clung to my dress.

“What creature chases you my little prince?”

Kili points down at his big brother and proclaims, “The dragon Smaug chased me from my home and wants to eat me!”

A few dwarves around us chuckle and a few scoffed. I ignored them and told Kili, “Don’t worry, together we shall defeat the dragon and take back Erebor!” Fili giggles and runs away. Still holding Kili I give chase and together we wind through groups of drinking and chatting dwarves. Many laugh as we go by especially whenever Fili gives a great big ‘rawer’ letting people know a dragon is approaching. I quickly catch up to Fili and with one arm scoop him up as well.

“We’ve done if Kili we caught the monster!” The boys laugh and begin talking about what we should play next when Dis finds us.

“I should have known you’d be with the boys,” she laughs before continuing,” Alright my little ones, it’s time for you to go to bed.” Dis makes to take Fili before I interject.

“I’ll put them to bed Dis. You stay and have fun.”

“What about you though?”

“I’ll come back after they fall asleep.”

Dis gives me a doubtful look but someone calls out to her distracting her briefly before turning her attention back to me.

“Alright but make sure you don’t take too long.”

I give her a smile and take Kili back. As we leave the boys protest, but I quiet them by promising a bedtime story. After getting them in their night cloths I tuck them in and begin my story. I don’t get very far before both boys are fast asleep. I blow out all but one candle and leave the room.

I make my way back to the Great Hall but when I look in I can see that it’s gotten a bit livelier as more ale and mead has been consumed so I decide to go somewhere else. If I went back to my room Dis would easily find me and drag me back. I wandered around for a while and eventually ended up sitting on a balcony that overlooked the forest. I looked around to make sure there wasn’t anyone nearby, saw no one, so I kicked off my shoes and stepped up on the railing and sat down.

The moon was full and still rising, its light bathing the entire forest. In the distance wolves sang to one another. My heart began to race as their voices rose and fell in harmony. I was lost in the music and didn’t hear footstep approach. A gruff voice brought me back to myself.

“That’s a bit dangerous isn’t it?”

I rotated slowly so I wouldn’t lose my perch and gazed at the dwarf behind me. It was the same one man I saw in the forest earlier with the ram. He was dressed elegantly in deep blues and a fur lined cloak, which was usually reserved for royalty.

“Only if you aren’t careful. Otherwise, the view is great.”

The man made his way slowly towards me and I moved over a little.

“Hmm…” The man took his cloak off and set it aside, then leaned his back against the rail, placed his hands on it then jumped up. He slowly turned around to face the forest letting his feet dangle over. I turned back as well.

We sat in silence for a minute just enjoying the sights. Every now and then I peeked at him trying to remember who he reminded me of.

“The view is quite beautiful.” The dwarf commented at one point.

I just nodded in response. We sat there for a while just staring out at the forest and moonlit sky.

I was about to ask the man who he was when footsteps and a shout rent the silence first.

“Eva? Thorin? What are you two doing out here?”

Dis came striding towards us with an angry scowl on her face. For a moment I stared at her in confusion. Was I sitting next to her brother? Her brother who was the Crown Prince? How did I not figure it out before?

Thorin carefully turned around and faced his sister. I had to repress a laugh. He looked exactly like the boys when they’re about to be scolded by their mother.

“This whole evening is to celebrate your return after being gone for months and you leave to sit out here! People have been looking for you!” Dis has stopped a few feet away with an angry red face. I had never seen her so upset.

Thorin got down and picked up his cloak. I tried to blend in with the sky but to no avail.

“And you!” Dis shouted pointing a finger at me. I jumped a little. “I told you to come back after putting the boys to bed.”

“It was getting crazy on there Dis! Please don’t make me go back.” I stayed on the rail but tensed to run if Dis tried to drag me back to the Great Hall.

Vili walked up behind his wife and gave me a small wink.

“Let them be Dis. I’m sure Thorin is tired from his journey home, and the people looking for him won’t go anywhere and can speak with him in the morning.” He put an arm around his wife and nuzzled her neck effectively distracting her.

She laughed before responding, “Alright fine.”

“Great!,” exclaimed Vili, “Then lets you and I head back. I have yet to dance with my beautiful wife!”

Vili twirled Dis around as she blushed and giggled like a young girl and let her husband lead her back to the great hall.

I let out the breath I was holding and relaxed a bit. Then I tensed again as I remembered who was still standing next to me. Thorin was chuckling at his brother-in-law and sister, cloak still in hand. His laugh was deep and course and contagious. I began to laugh as well. I tried to be a proper lady and not get too boisterous, but I couldn’t fight it for long. Holding my sides, I laughed till tears filled my eyes.

I sat up too quickly to get some air and started to fall backwards. Before I knew it though Thorin was at my side, a firm grip on my arm keeping me steady.

“Thank you.” I said as I turned red and looked into his eyes.

“You’re welcome. Perhaps you should get down before you continue laughing so much.” He said this with a smile, so I was sure he hadn’t been appalled by my lack of decorum.

I did as he suggested and as I straightened up I patted my dress a bit too aggressively.

“Does your gown offend you?”

“No, I just don’t like wearing cloths like this. It’s so confining and makes movement all but impossible.”

That earned another laugh from Thorin. My face flushed again, and I quickly tried to remember my manners.

“Apologizes your Majesty. I’m sure you don’t want to hear of such things.” I said as I dipped into a rough curtsy.

Thorin quirks and eyebrow up and holds a hand up, “No need to be so formal with me now. If I wanted such things I would have made my identity clear when I approached you.”

I give him a smile.

“Besides,” he continued,” I did grow up with Dis who despite her appearance now, used to hate putting on such gowns as well.”

I giggle at such a thought. I was definitely going to use this bit of information next time Dis tried to get me into another stuffy gown.

“From what you said earlier I imagine that you don’t want to go back to the feast.” Thorin inquired shifting his cloak to his other hand.

“Oh…umm… well it was nice but…” I felt bad having complained about being there when it was to celebrate his return home.

“It’s alright,” Thorin said with a smile, “Vili was right though. I’m too tired from my journey home to deal with all the politics of royalty tonight to want to go myself. May I escort you to your chambers?”

I was momentarily stunned. Was he really to escort me? Me? I wasn’t even a dwarrowdam. I decided that he was just being nice, so I accepted. He smiled and before I could blink he draped his cloak over my shoulders and held his hand out for me to rest mine on as we walked.

“I’m Eva by the way.” I say as we start walking, realizing that I never actually introduced myself.

“It’s lovely to meet you Miss Eva.” Thorin responds with another smile.

With that we walked past the Great Hall and down the corridors of Erebor.

#thorin fanfiction #hobbit fanfiction

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jinna-aka-ninja · 5 years

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Hello! Could you please write something with the lost boys being in a relationship with the reader (poly maybe if you do that, if not is ok!) and the reader is really sick and has been for a while and came to Santa Carla to sort of die happy and she ended up meeting them. Maybe she passes out while having fun with them and she tells them she’s dying and they decide to turn her. Wow that is a lot you don’t have to do all that if you don’t wanna I don’t wanna tell you what to do haha!

I actually like this idea a lot! Seems like it would be fun to write and I am hoping that I do it justice! Oh gosh this is so much longer than I expected it to come out and I am so sorry.

Six Months. That was all the time she had left. "It's a long time. You will be fine. Safe and happy if you stay in the hospital." Her so-called friends had said to her. Of course they were more than likely just trying to make her feel better but the more she thought about she knew that those 6 months would not include Christmas. Her last Christmas she spent the entire day alone and bored out of her mind like any other day. How could she have let herself waste a holiday? Though...she didn't have any family left alive or in her life so the holiday would have been alone no matter what.

This only hurt her emotions even more. How could she stay where she was? (Y/N) decided that it was best for her if she was to move. Just get out of the place and be somewhere new. Looking at a post card her mother had in a box of old momentos when she was still alive, (Y/N) decided that she should go to the place her mother said was one of her favorite places to be. Santa Carla. (Y/N) had never been there but the post card made it look wonderful, then again, all post cards were meant to make it look like it was a wonderful place to spend time.

Making a few calls it was not hard for her to find a place to stay for a few months. In fact it didn't cost nearly as much as it would have but it seemed as if her doctor had made a few calls of their own and got the people who owned the place and were renting it out to bring the price down for her. It was clear that it was somewhere she was going to spend a bit more time before she would inevitably check into a hospice in Santa Carla. It was the deal they made so they wouldn't have someone die in their home. She agreed to this even if it did seem like a horrid way to go. Thinking that it would be best not to think about such a thing (Y/N) went to the airport so she could get there as quickly as possible. As much as she would have loved a roadtrip her doctors strongly advised she did not put herself through that much stress or it would make things go horribly wrong faster.

Santa Carla looked just as amazing in person as it did in the picture she had seen. It made her feel rather happy. Going out every night and sleeping until noon. It had only been two weeks and it seemed that she had been bored. It was one thing to have fun but it was no fun when she was by herself. Walking along the sandy shores, shoes in hand, (Y/N) heard the sound of engines roaring behind her. Her head turned to look at the source of the sounds instinctively and she stopped walking. The bikes stopped near her as the hollaring of the boys had seemed to only get louder.

It was not only them on the beach so the boys made no move to drain her dry. "Hey there beautiful. I thought the moon goddess didn't come down to earth but somehow you came to visit me." The long haired blonde with teased hair said as he sent a wink and brought a joint up to his lips.

"Oh god Paul. Please no. That was just horrible. You really think that she came to visit you? It's pretty obvious that someone as gorgeous as that is here for me and not you." The curly haired blonde with a cherub face spoke with a rather mischevious smile.

Now (Y/N) was rather amused by their words. A small smile pushing to pull at the corner of her lips. "You both are fairly handsome so if a moon goddess did ever decide to go and visit the people of Earth no doubt it woudl be to visit either one of you." She said to them.

This caught the two off guard but the one with the shorter blonde hair and long coat seemed to smirk at her words. "She's quick witted too. Names David. That's Paul, Marko and this silent giant is Dwayne. " David spoke to her while walking up. He held out his hand for her to shake.

The moment (Y/N) took a hold of his hand to shake he brought it up to his lips in a soft kiss. There was trouble in his eyes. Something that she was yelling in her head that she should stay away from but a more louder voice in her head told her that she didn't have much time anyway so there shouldn't be too much risk anyway. What was the worst that could happen? She dies? The thought nearly made her laugh. "My name is (Y/N), you seem rather smooth. Though I always preferred rough."

The look of mischief seemed to grow in his eyes as he heard her speak. He always did enjoy a little bit of a challenge and this girl seemed much more different than anyone else. "You should hang with us, kitten. I bet we can make you have some fun. You look a little bored."

"I'm going to hold you to that bet." (Y/N) said to him as she seemed to feel as if her fun was only just going to start back up again. That would have been great!

That was nearly three months ago now. The boys always seemed to have fun when (Y/N) was around. Always putting a genuine smile on their faces. It didn't take long for her to notice that they were not just brothers they were more than that. Almost like they were dating. At first she thought it to be nothing but then she noticed that they were a lot more touchy with one another then they were with others. Though it seemed almost as if they were trying to get touchy with her as well. (Y/N) had refused to drink the wine that they offered. It happened almost every other night that they offered it to her. Each time however she said no because she was not supposed to drink. However she told David, Marko, Paul and Dwayne that she just didn't drink alcohol.

Despite knowing them for so long now, she felt that it would be bad if she told them that she was going to be dying soon. How could she? They seemed so happy when they were with her and all (Y/N) could think about was how it could possibly effect them. Not wanting to break their hearts she kept it a secret.

"Come on! It's going to be fun!" Marko said, "You can even ride with Dwayne. He knows how to ride without scaring others. He has Laddie usually but I'm sure the kid wouldn't mind riding with Paul just this once."

She looked unsure as she looked at the bike. Sure it was a death trap but these guys had been riding them for so long that she was sure that they knew exactly how to drive them without getting hurt. Not to mention that (Y/N) would trust Dwayne with her life at any time. He was silent most of the time but when he did speak it was usually in ways that could make her feel like her heart was his at any moment that he wanted. It wasn't just his words that were smooth, his voice was smooth as well almost enchanting.

The ride was thrilling to say the least. The entire time she was holding onto Dwayne's waist as tight as her arms could. This made him chuckle and laugh each time she gripped just a bit more tightly. When the ride ended, David whisked her straight off of the bike behind Dwayne. "Did you have fun Kitten?" he asked with a chuckle.

Nodding her head, (Y/N) had her hand over her chest, a smile on her lips but something was wrong. She could already feel the heart beat accelerating. Something was going bad and she was unable to tell them. Trying to focus, she was unable to wrap her mind around the idea. (Y/N) was dizzy and things went blurry before her body went limp. Heart beating erratically as it tried to calm itself down.

"(Y/N)!!!" Paul yelled out as David held her in his arms so that she wouldn't fall limp onto the concrete sidewalk.

Dwayne seemed rather panicked. All he wanted was to make sure that she was okay and he was blaming himself for her being ill. Had he taken it too far? He was being very careful so that nothing went wrong. Dwayne never wanted her to feel as if she was in danger. Was she really just that scared? So scared that she managed to pass out?

One thing did happen, when she fell just a bit when going limp, her arm hit a railing. Scraping against the metal just enough for her to get a cut. Blood dripping down her arm. They could smell it almost right away. The scent of the blood was off. Like something was ill. She had never bled around them before. But now they could tell something was definately wrong. Getting her back to the cave right away, David laid her down on the couch. They all sat in different spaces, Paul didn't even play the music because he could not help but worry. Each of them had frowns while David held the adorned wine flask in his hands. The dark red liquid swishing side to side as (Y/N) came to.

"You weren't going to tell us were you?" David asked her. There was a seriousness in his eyes while he looked at her. Though it was also filled with worry.

"Tell you what?" She asked them confused by their reactions. "That I tend to pass out when my heart rate goes just a bit too fast? I guess I just got a bit too excited." She laughed out but she knew the truth. She did not know that they knew the truth though.

"I think he is referring to your being sick." Dwayne said looking at her almost hurt. How could she not tell them? They were so close to one another and yet she insisted on not telling them about something so very important like this?

Her eyes narrowed but she still looked confused. How could they know? They could not possibly get that information from her doctor. It was impossible. "What?....How coudl you know that?" She asked them standing up and looking rather defensive.

David stood up and walked to her, "We know more than you think. We aren't what you think...We want you to join us. Drink. Be one of us. Stay with us." he said holding out the flask to her.

"I can't drink." She said to him looking at the flask warily for a moment. "Alcohol is bad and will harm me."

David gave a smile as he placed it in her hands. "This won't harm you. It will help you live. Live with us. As one of us...you're our girl (Y/N). Stay with us and be ours forever."

Lifting up the flask hesitantly, (Y/N) took a sip of the sweet yet strangely metallic dark red-crimson liquid. It poured down her throat and things started to get strange. The boys were hooting and hollaring as the music began to play. Soon (Y/N) found herself being moved from one Lost Boy to the other as she danced with them to the music. In the end she wound up in a bed with them all wrapping their arms around each other and her. Laddie had been sleeping in his own bed so they got to use this one all to themselves.

They had not quite explained to her how this would help her but she felt she could trust them. Besides, what did she have to lose? They were worth it.

#the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys #david x reader #Dwayne x reader #paul x reader #paul x reader lost boys #marko x reader #poly #paul #david #dwayne #marko #female reader

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Strawberry Wine (Part 1, chapter 6)

Rating: Mature

Author: desperationandgin

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Summary: A beach trip.

Chapter Six: Sand and Sea

I had somehow convinced Uncle Lamb I needed to go to Inverness in order to poke about shops, and by the next afternoon, I’d bought a bathing suit that was both tame enough that Lamb didn’t balk, and short enough that it made me blush to think about wearing it for Jamie. It was white, with crisscrossed straps in the back, and didn’t quite fall to mid-thigh; the front was keyholed for a glimpse (but not direct viewing) of my chest.

Coy, but not rude.

I’d had no idea then that three days later on a hot and lazy Saturday morning, Jamie would be driving me to a loch to swim. Or so I thought; he’d told me to wear my suit under my clothing, so that’s what I’d done. Now, I was sitting in the passenger side of his truck with my feet on the dash, crossed at the ankles, while we rode with the windows down.

“How far is this lake?” I asked as I tried to estimate how long we’d driven. It seemed like at least a half-hour, perhaps more, had passed.

“No’ too far now, Sassenach. I wanted to go out of the way a bit, our first wee trip together,” he explained with a grin that held so much more. He was excited about something, I could tell, but I assumed it was enthusiasm for the day. For a while, I closed my eyes and listened as music filtered through his radio. Jo Stafford sang on about promising to never part on warbly AM waves, and I drifted until Jamie’s hand reached out to brush against my wrist. He didn’t speak at all, and I smiled before turning my head to look at him.

That’s when I noticed (through his window first, then mine) that the rolling hills, which had given way to sprawling fields and countryside, were now flat grassland. The further we drove, the shorter the grass grew until there was nothing but sand. In the distance, blue sky melded with the deeper blue of water, and I looked at Jamie again in surprise.

“This is the ocean.”

I heard him snort a little. “Aye, they should give ye a medal for your braw detective work, Sassenach.”

I smacked him lightly against the side of his leg, even while I was unable to take my eyes from the beautiful scenery once the truck finally came to a stop.

“Ye told me the last truly clear memory ye have is of the beach,” I heard him say quietly, and I could feel his eyes trained on my face as I stared, unblinking at the view. I was afraid if I turned to look at him, I would cry. When I said nothing, he continued. “...So, I thought it would be nice to surprise ye and make more memories. New ones, ye ken.”

At his explanation, the lump in my throat only grew and I blinked quickly, but I was still silent.

“Sassenach, if ye’d rather go back, ‘tis no problem, we could stop, eat on the way home,” he offered, and I found myself shaking my head, but I still couldn’t look at him.

“Claire, I’m sorry if I hurt ye.”

His voice was so quiet and gentle, and he sounded so worried, that I finally looked at him and tried desperately to find my voice. “No, Jamie, it’s not--you--” My voice wavered and just before the dam broke, two other words left my mouth.

“It’s perfect.”

I couldn’t pinpoint why, exactly, I was dissolving into tears, but I buried my face in my hands and wept, trying to apologize to him in gasping sobs. I’d never cried like this over my parents, not in at least a decade. I’d lost them so young, and I loved Lamb so completely for the life he gave me, that when I ached for a mother and father both, it was for momentous occasions. For some reason, being at a beach (when I’d been to plenty of them before now) because Jamie remembered a half-forgotten memory completely undid me.

I felt rather than saw him move, and without hesitation, he pulled me into his arms and held me as I cried, the embrace warm and protective. Even as I tried to pull myself together, in the back of my mind I noted that we fit this way, as if I were a missing puzzle piece that fit directly into his hold. He whispered to me in a language I knew nothing of, but his words settled over me anyway, like a warm blanket wrapping around my heart, determined to comfort me. After a few minutes passed, I finally took a deep breath and let it out, wiping at my eyes and sniffling.

“I didn’t mean to cry like that. I’m not even sure why I did, it was just--this is so wonderful, Jamie,” I babbled, blinking quickly to not cry again. “I think this is the kindest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”

Jamie’s smile was understanding and soft, though it seemed his eyes were tinged with a bit of sadness at my words. “Ye should have someone who wants to do kind things for you every day, Sassenach.”

Reaching out, I let my fingers thread with his.

“I do.”

We stayed like that for another five minutes or so, until the unmoving air inside the truck felt stifling and we clambered out, walking down to the beach with towels draped over my arm and shoes dangling from my fingertips. Once a spot was selected, Jamie trudged off to rent an umbrella while I spread out towels side by side and finally removed my summer dress to reveal my swimsuit. By the time Jamie returned, all evidence that I’d ever had a meltdown was gone; in its place, a serene smile touched my lips as I laid in the sun. When a shadow blocked the heat building on my skin, I squinted up at him while shielding my eyes until our shade was firmly in place. Like this —me, flat on my back and a giant Scot towering over me — I felt impossibly small, but I grinned. “You look a hundred feet tall from down here,” I hummed merrily, shifting as he lumbered down beside me and fell to his side, propped on an elbow to face me.

“Maybe I’m a giant, Sassenach.” His finger reached out to lightly drag across my shoulder.

“You are. I haven’t met a single other Scot as tall as you.” Reaching out, the backs of my fingers lightly dragged across his cheek. “It’s all that Viking blood.”

He parroted the word viking back to me, and I felt the low vibration of it as he somehow managed to roll the ‘v’ against my lips. Then, he pulled back to appraise me in my bathing suit. Feeling myself blush under his gaze, I delicately cleared my throat. “Do you like it?”

My voice seemed to pull him out of his thoughts, and he blinked owlishly at me. “‘Tis a verra fine suit, Sassenach.” Even as he spoke, his fingers seemed drawn to the keyhole, my breath catching as he touched what curved flesh he could see. “Verra bawdy of ye, Claire.” His words sounded serious, but I could see the way he tried to duck his head and hide a smile.

“Bawdy! I’ll have you know I’m considered quite respectable.”

“No’ by anyone who’s seen ye in a bathin’ suit.”

I laughed loudly and shoved at his chest. When his laughter joined mine, I basked in the harmony of it before repositioning myself so that my head laid on his shoulder. “Really though, is it too much?”

Raising his head, I felt him land a kiss in my hair before he laid back again. “Nah. I reckon it’s exactly enough.” Idly, I wondered if he knew I picked it with him in mind and smiled to myself.

We looked up at the clouds for a while, picking out shapes. What I thought a dragon, he thought a camel. When I told him he was ridiculous, he kissed me hard and with a wet smack before calling me a wee snot. He made me laugh, and I him, in return. This is what it’s supposed to be I thought to myself. As we lapsed into quiet comfort to listen to the sounds around us (the waves, children shrieking, random bursts of cheers, hooting and hollering), I let myself reminisce about past romantic interludes. Not to dwell on a specific person, but on the moments. Surely there were things that’d made me interested; common interests, usually, or perhaps alcohol had been the only common denominator. Either way, I couldn’t remember a time I’d felt wholly wanted. Part of it was my own fault, I knew. I had a tendency to not attach myself to people or places because I never stayed long, but Jamie was different from the moment we first spoke. He made me ache to see him again the moment we parted, and when we were together, it was as if a flame always stayed alight somewhere in the very core of who I was; a beacon, calling him home.

Lazily, I slapped my hand toward my bag, pushed his discarded shirt out of the way, and pulled out a well-worn copy of Around the World in 80 Days. Opening it to where we’d left off (A new pastime while he ate lunch had been to read in the hayloft. Our feet always dangled lazily as he munched on food, I read, and he shared slices of an apple with me.), my voice began to relive the adventures of Phileas Fogg. When I was done with my chapter of reading, Jamie and I traded, going back and forth. After his chapter (and as he handed the book back to me), he spoke.

“Soon enough, we’ll be the world travelers, Sassenach,” he mused aloud.

“And we’ll have much longer than 80 days. Although, we could go to more than one place in about...what, two and a half months? Depending on how long we stayed in one location.” I tilted my head up to peek up at him. “What were you thinking in that regard?” I couldn’t keep the enthusiasm out of my voice, letting the book rest on my stomach.

Jamie made a contemplative sound in the back of his throat before answering. “Long enough to feel as though we immersed ourselves as deeply as we could. Three weeks? Even a month, perhaps.”

“That might feel nearly like what my life has been so far,” I told him with a soft, fond smile. “We stayed quite a bit longer, of course, sometimes over a year when sites were rife with artifacts.” I reached to pick up the book again. “Imagine reading this on a beach in Greece.”

“We have tae read Greek myths on a Grecian beach, Sassenach,” he pointed out.

I rolled my eyes fondly at him and already thought the story of Persephone, Queen of the Underworld and Goddess of the harvest, would be perfect. My attention returned to the book and I began reading, my voice soft between us; it told a story only for our ears, my cadence lazy as the sun made me feel slow-paced and leisurely.

“Her shining tresses, divided in two parts, encircle the harmonious contour of her white and delicate cheeks, brilliant in their glow and freshness,” I read, and was suddenly aware of the tip of Jamie’s finger ghosting across the apple of my cheek. I didn’t stop reading, continuing as he kept his hand close.

“Her ebony brows have the form and charm of the bow of Kama, the god of love, and beneath her long silken lashes the purest reflections and a celestial light swim, as in the sacred lakes of Himalaya, in the black pupils of her great clear eyes.” This time as I read, his finger lightly glided across my eyebrows, then dragged down the bridge of my nose so that I had to stop reading.

“May I help you?”

His smile was just as lazy as my reading. “Keep goin,” he encouraged, dropping his hand again.

I cheated, skimming ahead to see where this was going, to see what he might do next, and the words made me swallow heavily before continuing. “Her teeth, fine, equal, and white, glitter between her smiling lips like dewdrops in a passion-flower's half-enveloped breast.” I knew that something was coming, I simply didn’t know what until he pushed the book down and leaned over me, kissing me slowly at first, then deeper. I was now flat on my back, and while he seemed unbothered about the fact that we were on a very public beach, I weakly pushed at his bicep.

“Jamie, we can’t,” I murmured. Sure enough, a glance to my left and a woman was looking at us in disdain. Giving our fellow beach goer a tight smile, I (much as I didn’t want to) pushed Jamie away from me and eyed him. “Behave.”

“No promises,” he warned.

Once he was on his back again, I placed myself once more into his arms and dramatically picked the book back up. I held it with a sense of purpose, lest the annoyed spectator beside us think we were doing anything but reading. “Her delicately formed ears, her vermilion hands, her little feet, curved and tender as the lotus-bud, glitter with the brilliancy of the loveliest pearls of Ceylon, the most dazzling diamonds of Golconda.” One of his fingers lightly traced the shell of my ear, and then, along the hand that rested on my stomach, he dragged the backs of his fingers across mine. He couldn’t reach my feet, and so the exposed curve of my hip had to do.

I could feel my heart beating a bit faster.

“Turn to face me, Sassenach,” he urged, halfway sitting up himself until I moved. Then, he laid on his side again and I faced him. Propped on one arm, I held the novel in front of me after we’d scooted as close to one another as we could.

“Her narrow and supple waist, which a hand may clasp around, sets forth the outline of her rounded figure and the beauty of her bosom--” My breath hitched as Jamie reached out and dragged a finger from one hipbone across my stomach, doing exactly as the sentence described and cupping my waist. Then, his fingers moved to my breasts, hovering just over a hardened peak. He couldn’t touch me here, not really, but I could feel the very tips of his fingers just barely graze a covered nipple.

It was enough to make me whimper, but I soldiered on. “--where youth in its flower displays the wealth of its treasures; and--” I paused again, then hissed. “Jamie.” The pad of one finger had dragged slowly between my thighs, making me ache at once with want.

He shook his head. “Dinna stop.”

The warmth that flooded the very core of me must have been noticed by him. He groaned lowly in the back of his throat and briefly cupped his hand to me before pulling back quickly, catching himself.

Breathing heavily, I finished, finally. “--beneath the silken folds of her tunic she seems to have been modelled in pure silver by the godlike hand of Vicvarcarma, the immortal sculptor.” Even in that short amount of time, he couldn’t keep his hand from me, gravitating to my breast again, cupping and squeezing briefly.

“We can’t, Jamie, not out here.”

Swallowing hard, he took a deep breath and wet his lips. “Who would have kent Jules Verne could inspire a cockstand?”

At that, I laughed so hard that the woman beside us had a completely different reason to be annoyed.

To cool down, I suggested we go swim for a bit. We walked together with our pinkies joined, hands swinging as I looked up at him only to see my grin matched his. Once in the water, we were content to float as we held hands, letting the water gently ebb us close, then float us away until our arms were fully outstretched while holding onto one another. Always, we were brought close to one another again before we were forced to break apart completely.

After we’d had our fill of the water and the sun dried us thoroughly again, I slipped my dress back on before Jamie led us back to the truck, and I assumed we would simply go back to Lallybroch. Instead, he drove us into the nearby sleepy beachside town, and we stopped in a pub to have a late lunch and a pint. Then, we moseyed through the quaint area, leaving our transportation behind and exploring the various shops. In one, I bought a floppy straw hat (”To wear when I watch you work outside,” I’d said.), and in another, we separated to browse. It was an antique store, full of old things that had been deemed old enough to sell at very expensive prices. Still, as I looked, I was struck by a blue vase sitting on a glass shelf. It was beautiful but nothing wildly unique; it was a simple vase, but I wondered what it would be like to be so sure I wasn’t packing up and moving on that I could buy home decor.

“Do ye like it?” came Jamie’s voice behind me. Rather than startle, I leaned back and into his arms as he rested his chin on my shoulder.

“I don’t know. I don’t dislike it. It’s only that I’m realizing I don’t know what it’s like to have one place you fill with all of your things. And then, no matter where you go, you return home.”

Quiet for a moment, Jamie turned me so that I was forced to look up at him.

“I’ve decided, Sassenach, that home doesn’t need to be a place. As long as I’m wi’ ye, I’ll be home.” He was serious and reached out, twisting a sand-crusted curl in his fingers. He was impossibly sweet, and I melted into a kiss with him until the proprietor cleared his throat. I couldn’t be sure, but it seemed he shot a wink at Jamie as we left the store.

“Are ye ready for the last place on our tour?” he asked me, raising my hand to his lips in a soft kiss.

“Oh, aye,” I replied with excitement before he pointed across the street. There was a storefront with the words Confectionery & Ice Cream Parlorpainted in gold on the window, outlined in white. More from my past, more new memories to make, and I squeezed his hand in mine as I looked up at him. Right then, something swelled in my heart nearly to bursting, and I ached to hold him close. It was something I’d never felt before and I wanted to lean into it, to give in and sink into what bliss would be like with him.

“Come, Sassenach. We’ll buy some candy, have an ice cream, and then be on our way home. We’ll be there just in time for supper.” He did give me a sweet kiss on the forehead, finally remembering to keep it tame.

I let Jamie pick candy for me, unfamiliar with traditional Scottish treats. He picked something called taiblet which he said was a type of candy made from condensed milk, sugar, and butter, then flavored with whiskey. When I took a bite, it was a bit like fudge or even brittle, melting in my mouth. After bagging a few more things (Edinburgh rock and Tunnock’s sweets), we went to the counter and paid for not only our candy, but two ice cream cones as well. His flavor of choice was a chocolate-vanilla combination, mine a scoop each of strawberry and vanilla. We walked slowly back to the truck together as we ate our ice cream, unhurried. I felt warm but carefree and light, so pleased with the day that I might as well have been floating. We couldn’t hold hands due to shopping bags and dessert, but every now and then we swayed into one another and lightly bumped shoulders.

Finally in the truck again, I leaned over to give Jamie a deep, soulful kiss full of gratitude — and hints of more —before pulling back. When I looked at him, I knew he saw me. He could see every part of me down to my marrow, and it terrified me, made me breathless in an incredible way that let me know being with him was absolutely right. “Thank you. For today, for all of it. This was perfect. It was more than perfect, really. I can’t believe you did all of this for me.”

He reached out and cupped my face. “Ye’ll have tae get used to it eventually, aye?”

I couldn’t even answer him without being worried my voice might break, so I nodded and leaned forward so that he might kiss my forehead. He obliged without missing a beat, and then I settled into my seat again. As he drove, I let my mind wander, closing my eyes as I thought of each place Jamie and I might go one day. After Greece, I wanted to show him my favorite places in Cairo, then go with him to the mountains of Colorado to trade scorching heat for winter relief.

The next thing I found myself aware of was the passenger side door opening and Jamie lightly moving his fingers through my hair. Opening my eyes, I turned my head to look at him, blinking. As my mind cleared, I realized we were back at Lallybroch already and I let out a huff of a laugh. “I fell asleep.”

“Aye, ye did. But now I ken ye dinna snore, at least,” he teased, helping me out of the truck. Soon, though, he had me pressed to his side gently with his hands on my hips. “After supper, Sassenach, meet me near the strawberries?” he requested against the curve of my jaw while thumbs slowly rubbed circles against my skin through the dress.

My belly tightened in anticipation at the mere thought of what we’d do on the riverbank as night swelled around us, and I nodded in agreement.

I wanted to scream when the night didn’t go at all the way we’d hoped. Jamie’d been able to get out of post-supper conversation easily enough, but Lamb specifically asked me to sit and discuss one of the many battles between the Scots and Norwegians in the thirteenth century. I looked helplessly at Jamie, but he smiled in understanding, explaining that he would be off reading for the rest of the evening. It was a way to know I could come to him when I was done, and we’d go to the river together. My attention was completely unfocused, but even while giving a lackluster showing of conversational skills, Lamb kept me occupied until the rest of the house had gone quiet and still around us. It wasn’t until the clock struck eleven P.M. that I realized how late it was.

Yawning and stretching, I feigned exhaustion (it wasn’t a full-blown lie; I was tired from the sun and water all day--not tired enough to forget about the promise of more tonight) at the late hour and dismissed myself with a kiss to my uncle’s cheek. Knowing Jamie had planned to lay in bed, I glanced at his door once I was upstairs and realized the light wasn’t shining under the crack. Deflated and disappointed we’d have to wait another full day, I went to my room and bathed the beach away in the adjacent bathroom before changing into a nightgown and crawling into bed. Disappointed as I was, my mind still wandered in the dark, thinking of the way he’d seemed unable to resist reaching out to touch my curves. His hands seemed to want to write sonnets and blaze fires across my skin at the same time, and I wanted to let him do it freely.

It wasn’t only thoughts that wandered as a hand slipped beneath the bedsheets and pushed my nightgown up, shifting to glide my fingers across coarse curls. It wasn’t going to be what I truly wanted, and with an exhale of frustration, I sat up in bed and weighed the odds that Jamie was still awake. At worst, he was already asleep and wouldn’t hear my knock.

Slipping out of bed, I quietly opened my door before walking two rooms down the hall and lightly rapping against the wooden barrier between us. It was so light I was sure there was no way he could have heard it, and held my breath in anticipation. I could still feel the way his hand cupped and fit so perfectly between my thighs, and I could still feel the way his gaze had burned straight into me when he realized I could undo him with words alone.

That was the same gaze that greeted me when the door opened; no one else would bother him so late. For a moment we merely stared at one another; and for my part at least, I was already picturing him naked, clothes discarded on the floor.

Reaching out, he offered to let me in.

With a shy smile, I took his hand and stepped into his room, closing the door quietly behind me.

NEXT CHAPTER

#outlander #jamie x claire #jamie fraser #claire fraser #outlander fic #strawberry wine #my fic

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Next Caller Pt 3

“Gloin, I need a favor.” The grit of his rumbled tone made his cousin shift in his seat wondering what the issue could be from his cousin who rarely had need to come to him unless things were exceptionally dire.

Anxiously he asked in return, “Cousin, what’s wrong?”

“You still have that list of apartments that need to be filled?”

Haltingly he answered, “Yes, however,” he wet his lips, “What does this have to do with things concerning you? Is your apartment with Frerin not up to par anymore?”

Thorin smoothed his hand over his forehead knowing there was a chance you could take this very badly at his not having spoken to you about it first, “I’m going to send a friend your way I need you to help settle into a decent place. Apparently their family has blacklisted them and they’re not able to rent or get hired in decent jobs due to being flagged in background checks.”

Gloin felt himself smirking, “This have anything to do with that Mafioso of yours?”

“Not mine, and yes, Miss Pear.”

Gloin replies, “Just because you’re sweet on her-,”

“She’s smaller than Ori and she lives in Beryl.”

That made Gloin’s face drop and his body go rigid, “Beryl?! No one lives in Beryl!”

Thorin growled back, “That’s what I told her! But apparently no one will rent to her and she got her two jobs under the table and by temping from a Hobbit agency that didn’t dig hard enough to find her clan through her name change paperwork. She says she can afford to eat twice a day and one cup of coffee or tea! I can’t just-!”

Gloin, “Thorin, you just send her my way. When do you see her again?”

“Tomorrow at noon before her 12 plus hour shift.”

Gloin sighed, “Well, hopefully with a twelve hour shift for one job she makes a fair amount to afford a nice place. Beryl is quite expensive. Hopefully with the difference we could maybe get her into a two bed, I won’t let her down. We’ll get he Lass out of that place.”

“Thank you.”

“Should have told me sooner. Could have gotten her settled by now.”

“I only found out today.”

Back to his couch he went after his pacing path around his living room eyeing the spacious four bedroom condo him and Frerin split with the boys that even in its ample size could be bigger to give them more space to share. But it was perfect for now, and all the more painful to be in alone while he wondered what hole in the wall you had rode the train back an hour to crawl into. It was not even a week and he could tell you worked yourself to the bone to keep yourself above water and he just couldn’t turn away for whatever reason, be it some bubbling interest to possibly date you in the future or to just have his mini social influencer to help put his shop. He just couldn’t look the either way.

All night he was in and out of sleep. And even replaying the same show from the day prior to re-fall in love with it all over again his mind kept wandering to you until you had come bouncing in your usual pleasantly semi rested way through the doors just leaving him the unpleasant task of sharing the news with you.

“Is there something on my face?” You asked when you reached the counter at his awkward stare through your approach.

Clearing his throat he replied, “No. I’ll make your drink, then, I have to talk to you.”

With a narrowing of your eyes you replied, “Are you going to send me to my room again Mug Dealer?”

Again he cleared his throat, “No.” accepting the cash from you he watched you take your seat at the tall table again and pulled together a pomegranate based tea. Carrying it over he set it down and eased the seat across from you back he eased onto settling his arms on the table, “Do you work today?”

Haltingly you replied, “Yes..” snapping a picture of the drink you raised for a sip asking, “Why?”

Adjusting his weight on the seat he answered, “Well, I made a call, when is your next day off?” His eyes scanned over your face, “Please tell me you have a day off.”

“I have tomorrow afternoon off after my shift tonight and all Saturday off. Why?”

Out from under his palm he flashed you another business card he set down in front of you, “My cousin is a realtor and agreed to help you get into one of the apartments he has. No deep background check.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Because I want to, you work hard and deserve more than to be wasting a chunk of your weeks on trains back and forth to Beryl.”

“So it’s where I live then..”

“This same cousin says they’re planning to start evicting and demolishing the city to start from scratch. Within the month!” Your lips parted and your eyes sank, “What?”

“That’s why they put the notice the leases were month to month now I guess.”

“See, we have to get you a safe place to live. Give Gloin a call, meet with him tomorrow we could help you move by the end of the week.”

You shook your head, “I can’t afford-,”

He shook his head and a hand tilted upwards, “No need to pay us or for the truck. We’ve had dozens of people coming in asking for those drinks you’ve tried. It’s an even trade, we’ll get the truck and supply the guys, another cousin rents trucks all the time we can borrow as we like.”

After a sigh you said, “Fine. But don’t expect me to be able to afford anything spectacular on my budget.”

“Gloin will work that all out. Trust me, you’ll be safe and your family won’t be an issue. Not everyone comes from spotless clans, some just need a hand planting their feet from time to time.” You took another sip and his head turned seeing Dwalin raising the phone from his ear calling him away, “Back in a bit.” Patting the table between you and sliding off the seat to answer the call lasting way longer than he had planned making him miss your exit to get to work on time. Lowly he groaned and messaged Gloin that he had told you and you were off tomorrow afternoon. The reply he got made him smirk reading that Gloin had pulled some nice options in various price ranges that would be suitable for a friend of the family, with a few more if there were pets or special needs that a friend discount could be applied to if need be.

Aimlessly through your third room you bundled the soiled sheets and dropped them in the basket on your cart grabbing the new set to replace them with you flawlessly added without even seeming to take notice of where your hands were. It was all second nature and muscle memory now and after a voicemail left for Gloin with your name and number so you wouldn’t be complete strangers. All the way to clock out the other maids around you while you retied your shoes after changing from your uniform back to your jeans and sweater made you flinch in asking, “Pear?” When your eyes met the Dam’s she said, “Sorry, but, are you ok?”

“Um, not really, they’re gonna tear down my apartment building.”

Jaws dropped around the room and the one behind her she asked, “Do you have anywhere to go?”

“I got the number of a realtor I’m meeting later today after my next shift. A friend of a friend, supposed to help move me easier.”

“Well that’s good. No wonder you’ve been out of it.”

Another asked, “Have you known long?”

You shook your head, “Found out yesterday before work.”

“Oh that sucks.” The clock was glanced at and they all dispersed while you took the chance to wish them a good day and head out to catch your train.

From the women you worked with to the strangers you usually rode with in the small herd of those also commuting also in silent contemplation as for what you would all do at least with them you found comfort in not being alone in the shock of it all. You felt like a downright idiot for not realizing it sooner, people leaving in droves and all those notices and the haste of all that paperwork you had taken as the first signs your landlord had found out about your family and was trying to boot you and you alone. All the same you wondered how you would break it to the guys and hoped your big grump would be able to work some magic for you.

An hour and seventeen flights of stairs later you were up at the top floor of apartments dropping your bag by your now locked door looking around your tiny place. With a sigh you walked to the spiral staircase to find the conversing birds waiting for your return in the greenhouse turned stargazing attic housing all of your plants. Between the nesting flock of shimmering galaxy hummingbirds and your giant owl chick, now three feet tall, four feet shorter than his full height he would reach sat balakavallatagh, or Belly, as you called the zebra striped raven. Now standing at a foot and a half, bragging on how he found a full three silver coins to go towards his rent this month to sate his own agreement when you had rescued him from a black market salesman still in his egg bent on eating him. One of the rarest breeds of ravens in existence. The lot of them turned and you said, “Hey guys,”

Proudly Belly puffed up sliding the coins closer to you with his beak, “My rent!”

Giggling softly you thanked him accepting the coins you added to the coin filled jar beside his home you had built for him the year prior listening to his tale of where he had found the coins. “That’s wonderful.”

Your owl however asked, “Did we miss signs of a storm? You seem ready for storm blue.”

You shook your head, “No storm. But I do have to tell you something.” They shifted to settle on the back of the bench you sat on the other end of the table they were standing on, “You know those notices about the apartment, the ones I said I thought meant my father’s friends had found me again?” They nodded, “Well apparently someone is buying up land in the city and the whole city is to be passed over to another country’s control, meaning everyone is losing their homes.” That made their feathers puff up and you said, “Now, I told you about my new friend in the tea shop, well he has a relative who is going to help me find us a new place to live. But I just wanted to let you know we’ll be moving soon.”

Belly moves closer tapping your cheek with his beak in a pat of his foot on the back of your hand, “No matter where we go we will nest together. Our things are portable and may take time to move but we will help you.”

With a weak giggle you said, “My friend said he has a group that would be able to help. But later today I’m going to meet the realtor and hopefully I can find us a decent sized place with at least a garden or a roof open for our planters. I don’t know what will be in my price range but I’ll make it work for all of us.” They nodded and you said, “But for now, I’m going to go eat and lay down.”

Some left over lasagna and you were on your bed in and out of sleep while the hummingbirds above tried to condense their things as much as they imagined possible, which really wasn’t much to someone your size but completely exhausting and a remarkable feat to someone of theirs. Still an alarm sounded and from bed you climbed avoiding the bottom of the spiral staircase and walked to pull on your shoes and grab your phone and bag to head out once again for the radio station. After which you would walk to the tea shop where Gloin agreed to give you a lift to his office just a few minutes away.

“I’ll handle it,” Gloin murmured then followed the gaze of the trio of Durins watching your boldly colored self strolling through the door easing your fingers through the ends of your long messy braid zigzagging it’s way down your chest. “You were not kidding, a waif even for Hobbit standards.”

Dwalin rumbled, “Exactly.”

Across your lips a grin eased and you accepted the hand of the unfamiliar Dwarf offered to you, “Miss Pear, lovely to meet you in person. You may call me Gloin.”

Weakly chuckling you said, “It’s a pleasure to meet you too. I do hope they haven’t stirred up too much of a fuss for you in all this.”

Gloin shook his head and Thorin said in motioning his hand to the side saying, “Have your drink ready for you already.”

Your eyes shifted to Gloin who said, “Brought my laptop so we can get started on the information to start and find what we can look for you so you can enjoy your usual break.”

You nodded and in the emptying shop as people filed out still talking about the latest show with ample more scandalous details than the one before it you took a seat at the booth in the corner. “So first, I thought we could work on what sort of place you have now and build on that.”

A subtly snapped picture of the drink later and you silenced your phone curled in your palm saying, “Well, it’s a loft. Hard to explain, it’s all one room, not counting the water closet. And it has a sort of attic,” Gloin nodded with his eyes slightly narrowed trying to picture it, “But it’s wrapped in stargazing glass so I have it as a sort of greenhouse.”

“Ah, I believe I know just what you mean. About how many square feet?” He asked opening the right program on his laptop he opened and signed into moments prior.

“Roughly twenty by twenty, one of the walls is cut off and the corner opposite that is jut in for the vent in the stairwell.” Making his brow twitch in a glance at you hearing how small your place is.

“How long have you lived there?”

“Roughly, 285 years, give or take a few months. Moved in right after New Years.”

He nodded and asked, “I assume you’re on a grandfathered rent rate then,” as you took a sip of the oddly bitter but creamy tea with a sudden tartness after a moment post swallow. “What do you pay monthly?”

“2795.”

A dropped tray from behind the counter came from Dwalin listening in who had to go to the back from screaming at how you were being gouged. “With utilities?” Gloin asked with a squeak at the end to keep his tone calm.

“No, I pay for water, gas and lights on top of the recycling and cleaning charges. That’s another grand usually seasonally until they do the street sweeping fundraisers we all are contracted to donate 100 to twice a year.”

Gloin inhaled sharply as you took a deep swig of your drink, “And, so, what are your needs for this new place, one bed, two bed? Laundry private for you is a common feature already in Dwarf real estate. Paid utilities or even a pool.” His beard kept puffing up and had drawn your eye in his building irritation until he huffed and smoothed his hand over it and shifted to face you a bit more. “It would be remiss of me not to inform you, but for that amount of money I do have a great selection of homes for rent to own if you would consider that, unless you would prefer apartments instead.”

“I could afford a house?”

Wryly he chuckled under his exhale and replied, “You could afford a lovely home in that range, I will try to keep it within that budget if you are still able to afford that amount. Even saving on commute could help to make up the difference if it was the same price.”

“That, would, be amazing. Thank you. I never thought I could get a house.”

His lips parted a moment then he nodded typing in the price range around what you had now, “I forgot to ask, do you have any pets?”

“Well, I wouldn’t call them pets,” his eyes shifted to land on you again, “I have a group of Shimmering Galaxy Hummingbirds, they’re closer to pets. Then I have an owl, technically he’s more of a roommate of the owl persuasion, Kuu, and then there’s Balakavallatagh,” the name parting his lips again and turning the heads of Thorin and Dwalin at the Raven term you pronounced perfectly.

“You have a Raven?”

You nodded, “Got him off the black market away from a man who wanted to eat him in his egg. Insists on paying rent, usually a silver coin or two, found three yesterday.” Making him chuckle, “Kuu doesn’t pay rent, per se, but he does tend to help keep the cats away from my hummingbirds from the loose panes of glass in the attic between songs he composes. True artists are above rent it seems.” Making the Dwarf chuckle as you took another sip.

Gloin, “Well I have some lovely choices, if you’re ready to head over to my office now?”

You nodded and finished off your drink Thorin came to claim rumbling with a hopeful grin, “Happy hunting.”

“Try not to go saving the whole city and forget your brews there Mug Dealer.” Making him smirk then sniff turning at the scent of something boiling over causing him to hurry back to the pot he had left simmering he removed from it. And stole another glance your way only to see that you were gone already deflating his grinning stance to one of worrying again at not being able to be there with you in hunting.

Into the silver car parked out front you climbed and settled into the passenger seat with your bag on your lap watching Gloin hurry around the car to climb in his own side after putting his bag in the seat behind him. Grinning at you he said, “Just a short few blocks over and we can get to the preview tours.”

“How obvious was it that the whole town was being turned out?”

Gloin flashed you a weak smirk, “To one in the industry the signs are clear when you notice them, normally in cases like this they lead up with month to month leases then out of nowhere you get a slip on the door. Usually aren’t any fees for moving out and not renewing your lease.” In a stolen glance your way he asked, “It does have a lift?”

“It only goes to the 15th, I’m on the 17th floor.”

“That’s absurd.”

“Well it didn’t have a lift at all when I moved in, then by the time they tried for it someone bought up two of the flats and refused to shift around for the shaft to keep going two more floors.”

“No less absurd. If you don’t mind my asking, your shift you just got off of, what do you do?”

“Oh, you know the Findis Hotel not far from here?”

“You work for the Findis clan? How long?”

“Just shy of 12 years. You stay there before?”

Gloin chuckled, “My cousin married into their clan couple centuries back. Whole family gets rooms when we need them. No doubt even with the worst sort of clan to come from if you’ve held your own there that reputation and trust is well earned.”

“Just because they’re family?”

He chuckled again, “Because I’ve met badgers easier to earn the respect of. No doubt you’ve seen how hard their training courses are.”

It was your turn to giggle to yourself, “Barely thought I’d make it through. Kept getting second and third glances.”

Gloin, “Your other job?”

“Just fetching and cleaning up at the Misty Mountain Station. Hours have been cut down lately but it won’t affect my income, I’ll make sure to keep it up.”

Gloin chuckled and shook his head, “I am sure of that.” Parking in the lot for his office he joined you in getting out and shouldering your bags to make the walk inside where he smirked seeing you look around at the open offices with folding glass doors if needed with comfy couches and chairs in each office with slightly bulky desks near odd circular dips in the ground. Four offices you passed had people speaking to the curious Dwarves in each who stole glances your way behind Gloin, each seeming to recognize at least something about who you must be by following the fiery haired Dwarf leading you to the last office on the left. “If you don’t mind my aid can help to start get your information down by copying your id for the file?”

You shook your head and passed the young redhead nearly identical to Gloin your id you pulled from your pouch wallet then you glanced at Gloin saying, “I have three pay stubs from the hotel, but personnel was out at the station so I just have the one from a month back, if that’s alright.”

He grinned at you saying, “That will do nicely, my wee lad Gimli,”

Gimli blushed saying, “Adad!”

Gloin nodded with his lips pursed a moment, “My aid, Gimli,” you bit back your smirk at the teen’s try to be professional in working with his dad, “Will copy them for your file.”

You nodded and passed him the folded slips and asked, “I hate to pause, but, is there a bathroom?”

Gloin nodded, “Of course, the blue door we passed two doors down.”

“Thank you.” You softly said and turned to head back and pop into the bathroom to exhale slowly behind the closed door of the private toilet to calm yourself down hoping that this would work out for you.

A couple steps later and Gloin peered over Gimli’s shoulder in his scanning the files into the system at the bulky desk mentally rehearsing your name and called up Vili on his cell phone. “Vili, Gloin here-.”

“I thought you were meant to be helping Thorin’s Mafioso.” He chuckled through the line leaning back in his chair in his office.

“I am, she excused herself, I only have a moment possibly, wanted to ask if you could pull up her employment record.”

Vili’s brows inched up, “She works here?”

“12 years thereabouts she said. Jaqiearae Pearisiyiae,” he spelled it out for his cousin in law and shifted on his feet hearing the impressed exhale, “You found it?”

Vili, “You remember that actor Dominic’s fumble one of our maids helped to patch up?”

“That’s her?!”

Vili chuckled out, “One in the same, saved him millions and his career most likely and made us loads in all the press he did for us out of gratitude. Been on our top floors for over a decade now. Up for review again, top marks as always, late a handful of times always with train slips and races to catch up and get ahead for the next shift for us. Never sick or complains and always certain to alert to any faults discovered. You give her a great deal and if she needs a vouching she’s got several in her file I can send over.”

Gimli smirked, “Thanks cousin. Got to get back now, I’ll let you go.” Hanging up in Vili’s cheerful send off before crossing the hall to tell his sisters about just who Thorin’s Mafioso was greatly easing their worries on the character and work ethic of the woman who had caught his eye.

A few minutes later you exited the bath and made your way back to the office with a grin and Gimli said, “Now I’ve got thirty homes in your price range, Miss Pear, is there a certain style of home you had an interest in?”

“I always did have an interest in the Hobbit Hole style homes, if-,”

Gloin grinned and said, “I have five of those, none fully under a hill, however in lovely mini caves with stargazing glass in some of the rooms all with ample lighting and fireplaces and private greenhouses and small patches of land to them. Cozy Dwobbit dwellings in a great neighborhood, three with virtual tours available.” His hand motioned to the circular dip in the floor he stepped back and down into it, “If you’ll just step down here.”

Outstretching a hand you laid yours into and entered the dip to walk with him to the center and turn wide eyed a moment seeing projectors setting off against the unfolded glass doors Gimli had closed a view of the front circular door. “This one is one of the smallest,” the door opened and you passed through the front hall seeing the more simplistic shell of a Hobbit Hole with borderless shelves and tons of glass features dangling around.

“Um, they, certainly liked white..”

Gimli chuckled as did Gloin, the latter who said, “This would be the least on the scale of Hobbitish homes, though I thought we could start here to show you the basic lighting aspects.” Through each room he pointed out the sunroof and high windows with the atrium having most of the ceiling open for star viewing complete with a night time picture leading to his guiding you to the greenhouse. “Just past the mudroom is the greenhouse, most with bare planter designs simple to adjust. No doubt ample space for your birds and plants. Most are at least the same size of your current loft.”

You nodded, “They would love it. I could hang some perches and tunnel feeders along the beams.” Widening his smirk.

“I think we should start on the four bedroom on the other side of the row.” You nodded and curiously through the house only to find tiny things that would make the house a danger if you were tired you could slam into and injure yourself, or worse your birds would. The next one had an odd looking set of pillars in each doorway carved as half naked people swooning making Gloin snort trying to muffle his laugh, “Sorry, forgot about those. Owner’s having it remodeled to help with sales out of his own taste. Must have forgotten to flag it for off the sales list sorry.” The projectors cut off and you looked at him making him grin again, “If you have time we could pop by to check on a few that don’t have virtual tours yet, or even look at the final one in person if you’d prefer?”

With a nod you replied, “I think it’d be best to see it.”

“Not a problem,” Gimli grabbed the key ring and binder on the desk following his dad guiding you back out to the car, “Barely a half hour drive, so a much shorter commute for you in the train. This last one, I don’t really like showing it on screen, it doesn’t have the same effect as in person.”

“Just as long as it doesn’t have any of those floating shelves. Belly really underestimates his weight sometimes.” Making him chuckle again.

“You rescue birds often? It is rare to find owls for purchase in Dwarf territories due to their sacred nature.”

“An old neighbor wanted to pluck and eat him when he got big enough but I told him the chick was venomous,” Gloin chortled at the thought, “He wasn’t very smart, part troll, made lovely ukuleles just wasn’t that bright on what animals to not eat. So what’s so different about this one?” You asked once in the car again with Gimli sitting down behind you.

“It’s a bit taller than normal, a tall Dwarf used to live there with his family, who’ve all grown up now settling on their own so him and his spouse are off to a smaller place near their little ‘uns in the Blue Mountains by the Shire.”

“Ah,”

Gimli, “This one has a guest garden out front on top of the greenhouse and patch of fenced in land.”

Pt 4

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Homeward Bound: Chapter 8

Steve Harrington x Henderson!Reader, Billy Hargrove x Henderson!Reader

Chapter Summary: Going from Hargrove to Harrington can give a girl whiplash, or at least it should.

Words: 3,213

Warnings: Swearing, slight smut referenced oops, death mention

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You awoke to the sun burning your eyes. Your neck was sore and locked up, your back aching. As you sat up, it took you a minute to remember where you were. This wasn’t your bed, nor was it your room, but your things were everywhere.

You were at Billy’s. And you’d slept with him.

And you hated yourself for it. You shouldn’t have done it, he loved you for Christ’s sake, and you used him.

And the worst part was it wasn’t even good. It was terrible, god awful, embarrassingly bad. You were certain that your memory of him being a god in bed was just the memory of an inexperienced teenager, because this was not good by any means. You’d never felt more ignored by the person on top of your in your life-you were a complete afterthought in the whole event. You swore you’d never been further from an orgasm in your entire life. That would’ve been shitty but if it hadn’t lasted forever; that was the one thing your memory had correct, he lasted long. Too bad that’s all he had going for him.

You crept out of bed; Billy was still snoring next to your place in bed, and slowly gathered your things off the floor. You made sure to not miss a piece of yourself, pulling back on your skirt and blouse, your bra was still around your waist when you awoke. You pulled on your underwear and tiptoed out of his bedroom.

Your shoes and purse were still by the door and you grabbed them, slipping out the front door before he could even stir.

You knew well enough that you looked awful-signs of sex were all over you. You were more than glad that the hickeys weren’t on your neck, only your chest and collarbones. Your body was desperately sore, though it was only because you’d tried and failed to share a twin bed.

As you made your way out of the apartment, you wondered how you were going to spin this into a good lie. Your mother was going to kill you, god that felt so immature to you. You weren’t supposed to be out with boys, unless the boy was Dustin, and you certainly weren’t supposed to be spending the night with them. And you’d been gone all night, how the hell were you supposed to cover for yourself. Steve had to have told your mother where you were going, he always had to have the moral high ground over you.

The honk of a car horn startled you out of your thoughts, though you chose not to turn around to see who it was. You didn’t want nor need to see whoever thought it was a good idea to honk to get a lady’s attention.

“Henderson!” the driver cried and you let out a small sigh and a tired laugh, turning to smile at the driver.

Steve Harrington was behind you and his timing was excellent.

“You need a ride?” he asked, slowing the car as he got closer to you. You nodded, pulling open the door and hopping in quickly. Steve chuckled, watching you straighten out and slump down, defeated.

“Have fun last night?” he asked with a smirk.

You groaned “No…well yeah, and then no. Ugh, it was not a good choice.” You admitted glumly. “And now I’m gonna get grounded, god I feel like I’m sixteen or something…”

“Relax, your mom’s not gonna do shit to you.” Steve replied easily. You scowled at him, rolling your eyes.

“Have you met my mother?” you asked sarcastically.

“Yes, and I know lying to her solves most problems, which I already did. As far as she knows, you were at Jenny Stein’s. And since she lives in the same complex as your Mr. Hargrove, I think it’ll work out fine.” Steve said with a shrug.

“You lied to my mom for me?” you asked, wide eyed.

“Yeah, yeah I did.” He replied.

“Thank you…” you said. You had no idea what else, it shocked you. He wasn’t supposed to be protecting you, that wasn’t his role anymore. But he was, and while it should’ve annoyed you, it warmed your heart.

“Don’t worry about it, you hungry?” he said “Cause I haven’t eaten yet and I’m starving.”

“Yeah, yeah I can eat.” You said, ignore the way your stomach growled at the very mention of food. Steve drove off towards what was once a crime scene, the diner formerly owned by Benny Hammond, the first outside victim anyone had ever heard of.

The place lived in a strange place in your mind; filled with both happiness and second hand grief. It lived there because you didn’t know Benny, you never would, but you spent hours in the place he died. Benny’s had been bought by a third party chain and soon became a fifties themed diner-complete with waitresses on roller skates. It had lost its down-home sheen and became an outside force. People protested the change but nothing could be done and suddenly it was someplace without feeling; a cold, sterile environment wrapped in pastels and kitsch. It felt fake and yet real, you spent nearly every afternoon there, planning schemes but also drinking shakes and relaxing, planning school dances or weekend trips. You went on dates there, saw hearts break and explode with love. You both loved and hated that diner.

And sitting there now, in your old booth from years past, you felt both at home and in a strange land. You’d been on your first date with Steve in that same booth, sharing a shake and wondering how your lives had gotten to this point. Now, you sat as strangers, sipping coffee, unsure of your places in each other’s worlds. Silence was the wall in between you. You intended to remove the first brick; you’d built the wall after all.

“He said he loved me.” You said simply, swallowing a mouthful of warm coffee, slightly too sweet for your liking.

“He did?” Steve asked, clearing his throat. He was obviously holding back a laugh, trying to be polite to you, but it wasn’t working; his face fully gave him away.

“He did.” You replied, chuckling softly.

“How did you respond?” Steve asked, leaning closer to you, elbows on the table, dangerously close to knocking the salt over

“I nearly jumped out the window!” you cried, earning a boisterous laugh from Steve, who fell back against the white vinyl booth. The whole thing was as silly as it felt, which was reassuring. But it was also nice to laugh about it-when it happened, you wanted to die, but now you were okay. You didn’t have to love him, and you sure as hell didn’t, but it was good to know that the whole thing was as stupid sounding as it felt.

“Jesus Christ and you still slept with him?” he asked, dumbfounded, shaking his head with a wide smile.

“Apparently! I guess I pitied him or something…” you sighed, rolling your eyes at your own stupidity.

“Was it…sorry, no I shouldn’t ask that.” He replied, stumbling over the question he gave up on. Your roller-inclined waitress, Katherine, placed your plates in front of you, refilling the coffee cups and skating off before you could even thank her.

“No, it’s cool.” You shrugged “It was awful. Absolutely terrible, it was like sleeping with a virgin except it lasted for like two and a half hours.”

“Wait seriously?” he asked, dropping his fork. This was a new side of Billy Steve never got to see-the side where he wasn’t the king. Even long after high school, he still ruled over their peers. Sure, now he ran Miller’s Bar like he owned the place and made the young parents of Hawkins feel bad for starting their families early. But he was still admired, still wanted and lusted after. Steve hadn’t had a date in months but Billy was out every weekend from what he heard. On major drinking holidays, he’d been called to take down a couple of Billy’s altercations but nothing really ever became of them-nobody pressed charges and every generally forgot, leaving him with the paperwork.

“Really!” you cried, giggling “I swear, the guy I lost my virginity to was better, at least it was shorter.”

“Was I? I mean…never mind.” Steve started, immediately giving up on the sentence again. He was blushing now, his eyes downturned to his eggs, suddenly small in his seat.

“You were better, don’t worry.” You said easily, shrugging softly as you took a bite of the giant pile of pancakes. Steve perked up just a little, a small smile spreading across his face. He looked more confident, at ease with himself again. You were glad to be of a little help to his self-esteem, even if you weren’t necessarily ready to be having these conversations again.

“Well good…not that I asked, but you know…good to know.” He said, his voice smoother. He was trying to play it cool now, finding his groove again, although he seemed to be stumbling just a bit. You found it oddly endearing, like an elementary schooler trying to imitate their cool older brother instead of an adult.

“Oh totally…totally completely, you’d never ask me that…” you replied, shaking your head as a small smile slipped onto your lips. It was hard not to laugh; he looked so serious, you could almost take him seriously if you didn’t know him. As he puffed out his chest, doing a silent imitation of Billy, you lost it. He just looked so silly; a false attempt at masculinity and suaveness, like a marionette instead of a real boy.

“Good and, ya know girl…I still love ya…” he added, trying his best to mock the Californian’s accent, slightly marred by Indiana’s tone.

You snorted loudly, coffee nearly coming out of your nose, making you choke just for a second as you shook your head, holding up your palm in the universal sign of ‘stop, wait I got one’.

“No no it’s like this.” You puffed your chest, widening your stance to make yourself as big as possible. You jutted out your jaw and pulled your best open mouth smirk, eyeing him like a piece of meat, which immediately made Steve cower away, watching you almost mystified. You ran your tongue over your upper teeth and lip, nodding at him. “You know I just…I love you, pretty girl…” you crooned, your voice not quite low enough to reach his tone and not quite skilled enough to imitate his accent, turning the words into a strange mix of choices that broke Steve’s resolve immediately.

“What was that…” he cried, his voice hoarse and breathless. You merely grinning, shrugging easily. “How do you move like him and sound nothing like him at the same time?” he guffawed.

“I’m not good at accents!” you said with a laugh, only making Steve laugh harder. The whole scene felt homey, like a warm blankets on a cold winter’s night. It was one of those moments you wished you could sink into like a warm bath, but time was physical and you had to move on, taking a sip of coffee and watching Steve come down from his giggle fit.

You finished breakfast in relative silence, although it was comfortable one. The kind you had with your father before he got his divorce and ran off with his mistress, back when you were young and naïve of the ways the world can ruin a person. It was strange to find yourself comparing Steve to your father, especially because you hated your father.

You hated him for abandoning you and Dustin. You hated him for not paying child support. You hated him for marrying Marnie and forcing you to play bridesmaid while Dustin was none the wiser. You hated him for moving on with his life while your mother struggled to find her footing again. You hated him for taking away the music in your life and forcing you to find it again on your own.

But Steve…well he wasn’t your father. Not by a long shot. Your mother swore that once he had a sense of humour and a heart, but you never really got to see it. But this breakfast with him, you felt as though you slipped back into your childhood in Chicago.

Your feet dangled off the floor as you sat on the edge of your big wooden kitchen chair, trying to keep your freshly cleaned and absolute favourite pink shirt, the one with the big crocheted butterfly on the front, clear of cereal bites and spilled milk as you took too big bites of sugary breakfast cereal. Across the table, your father sat in his equally clean and pressed black suit, the jacket hanging off the chair like clockwork. He was reading the newspaper, the ink turner the tips of his fingers black, and drinking black coffee from the boring, plain white mug he used every morning like clockwork. You made him a mug for father’s day, covered in bright splotches of colour and squiggly doodles that vaguely mimicked smiley faces, hearts, and stars. He used it once, and then it became a holder for pens and pencils on his desk. You didn’t mind, you were just happy he appreciated it, that he even used it at all.

Your mother was frazzled upstairs. Dustin had just been born, he was hardly alive and yet he insisted on making his presence known by screaming. He’d been in and out of the hospital since he was born. Your father wasn’t pleased about it, you’d heard them fight, but when you looked at your baby brother, he seemed fine to you. He didn’t have collar bones, fair, but you thought it was cool. And besides, his big eyes made up for it. You thought he was beautiful. Your father disagreed.

On mornings like this, you had to make your own breakfast, which meant whatever the sugariest cereal you had in stock was with too much milk because the jug was too heavy for you to lift and your father was never really watching to make sure you could handle it. You ate at the table in as close to silence as a five year old could muster, which meant you hummed to yourself and muttered whatever thoughts you had to yourself, and your father read in silence. It was nice though-your father worked long hours and you hardly saw him because of it. Those brief moments at the table before he left for work gave you simple moments with him, the tangible kind you could taste and smell and hear and feel when you recalled them.

You heard your mother let out a sharp cry, a word you knew you weren’t supposed to use and mommies weren’t supposed to say. “Cliff!” she cried from upstairs “I think he’s sick, I think we have to go back to the hospital!”

Your father looked up from his paper for the first time that morning, calling back “I’m sure he’s fine, Claudia! He’s just acting like a baby!” and then, he looked to you. He hadn’t looked at you all morning. And he smiled, he rolled his eyes. This was an intimate moment, a brief beat where your sentiments were aligned and he treated you like his equal. He believed that you two had the same feelings on the situation happening just above you. And you complied; you shrugged with a giggle, a secret shared between you two. For the first time in your life, you and your father were aligned, comrades in battle instead of trailing daughter to distant, aloof father. That little look you shared was a moment you held onto for the rest of your life, until he sent you back to Hawkins without a second look.

You wondered if that was who Steve could become. You could almost see it-if life led him done the same path it led Hopper, you could see him becoming jaded and cynical and distant. But then there was something in him, an eternal sense of hope, which kept him away from that path. He didn’t believe that the world was inherently good, he knew that there was evil always lurking around the corner, but he still believed in some sense of good and truth in the world, something you couldn’t fully get on board with anymore. You wondered if he had a cynical bone in his body. You guessed not.

“You ready to face the wrath of your mom?” Steve asked, drawing you out of your thoughts, an ease to his whole demeanour that felt unearned. You wished he was still nervous around you instead of so cool and collected.

“Eh, I guess…as long she actually believes I was at Jenny’s I should be fine. If not…well I would really appreciate if you were a poll bearer at my funeral.” You replied.

“Oh yeah? Who else should I ask?” he asked with a grin, pulling out his wallet to pay for breakfast before you could even ask for separate checks.

“Well Dusty, obviously, then get Lucas and Mike, I don’t really think Will can do the heavy lifting, not that Mike really could either…maybe get Marvin Rubio to do it, he’ll cry his way through it but he’s stronger than Mike and should be able to help hold my ass up, as long as he’s got a strong support around him to lift I won’t end up on the floor.” You said decidedly.

“What should we do about lover boy then?” he asked “I’m sure he’d want to carry you down the river.”

“Don’t let him touch me, and don’t let him make a speech! My mother will kill my ghost and I wanna haunt some people.” You replied.

“Duly noted, now let’s get out of here before Callahan puts an APB out on my location.” Steve said and you nodded, getting up from the plastic seat, your thighs sticking to the material slightly. Going home sounded both good and bad to you now; good, because you could finally change and wash the sins off your body, but bad because you have to finally deal with your mother. And the negatively were vastly outweighing the positives. Still, there was nowhere else for you to go, so you gritted your teeth and climbed back into Steve’s car.

The drive was short, much to your chagrin, and you were home before you could find your strength again. Unlike before, Steve wasn’t parking, so you quickly gathered your things.

“Thanks, for picking me up…and for breakfast, it was nice.” You said awkwardly, slinging your purse over your shoulder. He nodded and you climbed out quick, set to begin the dreaded ascent up your driveway.

Steve rolled down his window, calling after you “Hey! Before you try to make other plans, you wanna hang out with me and Dustin tonight? I’m sure the kid would love having you around.” He asked.

You nodded “Sure! Sounds good!” you replied with a grin, waving as he drove up before rushing up the steps. It was still early, maybe she was still asleep.

The door burst open. “Y/N!”

You were so dead.

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mygiantesslove · 6 years

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Family Punishment by Glazer

Chapter 7: Sister's Keeper

Adam bit into the disgusting, damp lint that resided between Alyssa’s tan toes. The giant cheerleader was sitting in her comfy desk chair, playing on her smartphone while Adam picked the lint from between her toes. Not only did he have to clean the toejam from between her toes, she was making him eat it.

Alyssa had wasted no time in snatching Adam up and carrying him up to her room after their mom had left to take a shower after her run. She had taunted Adam with insults about how he smelled like their mom’s feet and how she had trampled him during her run with every step. Alyssa seemed to think it was all pretty funny. He had tried to reason with her but she would simply ignore him and squeeze her fist tighter. Adam was just crushed in her fist as she walked.

When they had got to her room, Alyssa had sat down in her big, leather desk chair and dropped Adam at her feet. She then proceeded to take off her cheer sneakers and sweaty socks, presenting Adam with her big, sweaty size 9 feet. Adam had been nearly overwhelmed by the sweaty, smelly foot funk. It was almost as bad as his mother’s, close but not quite as bad.

“It better be spotless between my toes, twerp. You did say you were hungry after all.” Alyssa said without looking away from her phone. Adam groaned before biting into another clump of toejam. He had made the mistake of complaining to Alyssa he was hungry and her response had been to remove her socks and have him eat her toejam. She had laughed and wiggled her sweaty toes with their white, pedicured nails before Adam had approached her wiggling toes.

That stupid comment was how Adam now found himself chewing on his sister’s nasty toejam. Adam was sick from eating her disgusting toejam. He gagged down every bite, choking it down as best he could. He could feel the vomit rising in his throat but knew that throwing up on her feet would be an almost certain death sentence. Not that she could actually kill Adam, but he knew it wouldn’t be for her lack of trying. Her feet smelled absolutely awful. The smell was even worse between her toes where Adam was currently. Her skin was hot and sweaty and tasted absolutely awful.

Alyssa would occasionally wiggle her toes, flicking Adam between the sweaty digits. She would giggle as she did so, enjoying tormenting her tiny brother. The bratty giantess seemed to be enjoying the torment she was inflicting on her tiny brother. Every so often, Adam would see his bitch of a sister’s smug, grinning face peering down at him between her smelly toes. “Eat it all up, loser.”

Adam coughed before sticking his head back between her toes. He wasn’t even sure how long he had been eating her toejam. How the hell did this girl have such sweaty, smelly feet? Adam could not get used to the taste of her toejam either. It was absolutely disgusting and had an indescribable taste. It was damp and disgusting, having been soaked with her sweat. The air was also heavy with her sweaty foot funk.

“I can’t believe mom tossed you in her shoe and went on a run with you underfoot. No socks too. That had to suck so fucking bad for you, loser.” Alyssa said as she looked away from her phone down at Adam. “I mean, I could like, smell mom’s feet when I was standing next to her.” Adam tried to block out her irritating voice but to no avail. “I’m sure you’ll think twice about talking back to me next time, huh? Unless you want to be mom’s little insole again. I mean she does run almost every day.” Alyssa laughed.

Adam continued working between her toes. “I think next time I have practice, you can be my insole,” Alyssa said grinning down at Adam with a predatory grin. He looked up from between her sweaty toes at her grinning face. Her blonde hair was still up in a ponytail and her brown eyes were pinning him in place. “How does that sound, little bro? Wanna be your big sis’s little insole? Wanna be stomped and crushed while I cheer?” Alyssa laughed. With that, Alyssa scrunched her toes, enveloping Adam in the hot, sweaty flesh of her powerful toes.

Alyssa lifted her foot up, resting it on its heel so that her sole and toes were off the ground. She made sure to keep Adam squished between her smelly toes and began to tilt her foot back and forth while laughing. Adam uselessly kicked his legs while being suffocated between her sweaty toes. Alyssa laughed when she saw Adam uselessly kicking in the air.

Adam was desperately trying to breathe. When he tried to suck in air, he found his nostrils sucking in his sister’s hot, sweaty toe flesh and when he tried to open his mouth, it was filled with her flesh. Adam thought he was going to pass out. The darkness, the heat, the pressure. It was all too much.

Alyssa placed her foot back on the ground and released Adam from their embrace. “I hope you’re full, little man. Aren’t I just the nicest big sister ever for feeding you?” Alyssa giggled. Adam gasped for breath as he lay on the ground at Alyssa’s feet. “You are so fucking pathetic.” Alyssa sneered, “But it looks like you did an alright job cleaning between my toes. Maybe you’re not so useless after all, loser.”

Adam screamed as best he could as Alyssa snatched him up her in hand, trapping him in her fist. “I’m going to go take a shower. I’m going to have you clean off my phone screen while I’m in the shower. It’s a little smudged and I can’t be bothered to do something so trivial. If you try to run, well let’s just say I might put you back between my toes and not let you out again.” Alyssa said with a terrifying grin. Adam nodded before Alyssa dropped him on the desk along with a tiny piece of tissue. “Oh yeah, also get the like, crud out of the ports and shit.”

Adam watched as the giantess then gathered up some clothes and stomped out of the room. Adam ran to the edge of the desk and looked over the edge. It was a long way down. Adam saw the white cheering sneakers and the sweaty socks laying near the chair where he had been just moments ago cleaning between her toes. Even though he was pretty durable, a fall from this height would likely knock him and leave him at Alyssa’s mercy. He turned and immediately grabbed the little tissue and climbed on to the phone screen. He wasted no time trying his best to clean it.

Adam didn’t know how long he had spent cleaning her phone. Adam was cleaning when all of a sudden, the device began to shake and Adam heard what sounded like vibrations. The phone was ringing. Adam nearly lost his balance as it vibrated. Adam heard quick footsteps and saw Alyssa stomp into the room rather quickly.

Alyssa’s hair was wet and she was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of jean shorts that revealed her toned, tan thighs. Alyssa walked over to her desk and Adam yelled as her hand wrapped around the phone. Without even bothering to let him get off the phone, she began to lift it. “Hey girl!” Adam heard Alyssa say as he tumbled.

Adam fell from the phone and his momentum caused him to bounce and tumble across the desk towards the edge. Alyssa had already left the room, talking to one of her friends on the phone. Adam screamed as he found he couldn’t stop himself and off the desk he tumbled. He screamed before he landed on something firm and smooth. That was such a bad fall he thought to himself. It was a lot quicker than he had expected. He slowly pulled his head up and realized he was on Alyssa’s leather desk chair.

Adam rolled over and tried to pull himself up. He felt weak from all of the punishment he had undergone. It was hard to move but he tried to drag himself to the edge. The last thing he wanted was for his sister to sit on him. He heard voices in the hallway and tried to crawl even faster.

“I’m just saying, it’ll be a lot of fun.” Adam recognized that voice. Adam looked at the door to the room and gasped. In through the door walked Jessica Andrews. Jessica Andrews was Alyssa’s best friend. She was 18 years old and a senior at their school. She was the alternate captain of the cheer team and was inseparable from your sister. She was shorter than his sister by a couple inches but had an athletic body and was a beautiful girl. She had long blonde hair, green eyes, and richly tanned skin. She had a similar attitude to his sister, bratty and entitled and she didn’t particularly like Adam. Adam had overheard her calling him a creep and loser on more than one occasion.

Adam saw she was wearing a t-shirt and a pair of tight-fitting running shorts. She was currently barefoot, her toenails painted a nice shade of pink. Adam had always had a bit of a crush on her. She was a beautiful girl with the perfect breasts, not big but not too small and a toned body. Jessica was heading straight towards the chair.

Alyssa hurried into the room behind Jessica, her eyes quickly trying to scan the desk. If Jessica saw Adam shrunk, she would have a really awkward situation to explain. She saw Jessica was heading over by her desk. “Oh, Jessica!” Alyssa said as Jessica stopped near the desk and turned. “What?”

Adam stared at the backside of the towering blonde cheerleader. She had turned when his sister called her name. This gave Adam a view of one of Jessica’s best assets. Adam’s eyes were drawn to her perfect, round ass which her tight shorts only helped show off. “Something wrong, Aly?”

Alyssa took a couple steps over towards the desk. She quickly scanned it and silently cursed when she didn’t see Adam. ‘Everything ok? You’re acting kind of weird, Aly?” Jessica said with a bit of confused look on her pretty face. “Yeah. Everything’s good. So, uh, tell me about Mike.”

Adam watched as the giantess reached behind her, her arm reaching out before she grabbed the back of the chair, pulling it closer to her. Adam could hear her voice but paid no attention to what Jessica was saying. He was far too focused on the butt of Jessica descending on him. He screamed as he watched her massive ass come down on the chair.

Jessica’s firm, round ass slammed down onto the chair. Adam was smashed beneath the giant cheerleader’s ass. Jessica wiggled her butt as she got comfortable, crushing and grinding Adam into the leather chair. Adam quickly found it difficult to breathe as Jessica sat on him. He was smashed between Jessica’s firm ass and the leather chair. Neither gave him that much give.

Jessica had no idea she was sitting on her best friend’s little brother. Every time she shifted in the chair, Adam was ground beneath her butt. Adam had to admit, despite the pain he was in from being sat on, it wasn’t the worst way to be crushed. Jessica was gorgeous and this was probably the closest he’d ever come to her ass. There was just a thin layer of running shorts between him and her butt. It was a bit sad and pathetic to think of that.

Jessica shifted in the chair and felt something poking her butt. When she had shifted, Adam had been moved into an awkward position and was painfully pinned under her. Jessica wiggled her butt, trying to grind out what she thought was just a little bump in the chair. Unknown to her, Adam was being smashed by her firm ass.

“What are you doing?” Alyssa said as she saw Jessica wiggling in the chair. “There’s something on your chair. It’s like a bump or something.” Jessica said giggling as she continued grinding her butt on the chair. “So you’re grinding your ass on my chair because of it?” Alyssa laughed. “Yeah. It kind of feels good!” Jessica laughed as she wiggled.

Adam meanwhile was being smashed even harder into the chair by her wiggling butt. He couldn’t believe he had Jessica Andrews grinding her ass on him. This wasn’t exactly how he had pictured it but it was pretty nice, except for the whole crushing, painful part. He was still struggling to breathe as Jessica smashed him.

Alyssa watched as Jessica giggled and wiggled in the chair. As she watched her friend, she began to realize what Jessica was sitting on. “I kind of want to know what it is,” Jessica said as she began to stand up.

Adam’s world was flooded with light as the ass of the giantess lifted off of him. Jessica ran her hand across the chair and her fingers smacked into him, sending him tumbling off the chair. Jessica turned after brushing the chair with her hand to investigate.

Alyssa noticed the tiny one-inch form of her brother is knocked off the chair by her friend’s hand. She stood up and quickly walked over to the chair. “So what’s on the chair?” Alyssa said as she quickly closed the distance, lifting her foot over her tiny brother.

Adam had tumbled off of the chair and landed in a heap in front of the chair. He looked up and saw Jessica’s massive tan feet near him. He gulped as he saw her toes scrunch and unscrunch, grabbing at the carpet strands. He noticed Alyssa had moved her cheer shoes and socks. He looked up and saw her looking at the chair, trying to figure out what she had been sitting on. Adam found himself cast in shadow and slowly turned towards the source.

Adam found himself looking up at the pink sole of his sister’s foot. Adam screamed but it was short-lived as Alyssa’s foot crashed down on him. Adam found himself pressed into the carpet by his sister’s firm foot. He silently thanked God that she had taken a shower, it would’ve been hell under her post-cheer foot before she showered. He noticed her foot was starting to smell like a foot again but her fruity lotion was still pretty strong.

Adam was crushed under Alyssa, engulfed by her fruity smelling foot flesh before her foot shifted and he found himself under her toes. He was then engulfed as she closed her toes around him, crushing him in her curled toes embrace. He felt her foot shift and his world shifted as well in her toes embrace. Adam felt her foot move but it was tough for Adam to breath and he couldn’t even see from being crushed by her toes.

Alyssa had stepped on Adam, partially to hide him from Jessica and partially because she wanted to. She had then grabbed him with her toes and lifted her foot up with her toes pointed down, curled around her little brother. She then moved her foot forward before flinging it backward, uncurling her toes as she moved her foot backward.

Adam went flying through the air towards Alyssa’s bed. He screamed as he was flung, landing hard in a heap and bouncing a few times before coming to a stop. “I swear there was something on the chair,” Jessica said as she turned and sat back down. “Whatever you say, girl.” Alyssa chuckled before turning and heading back towards her bed.

Alyssa’s feet shook the ground as she approached her bed and Adam. “Oh, it’s my mom. I got to take this real quick.” Jessica said as she stood up and walked out of the room. “Hi, mom.” Adam heard Jessica say as she left the room. He slowly ventured out from the edge of the bed.

BOOM!

Adam was knocked off his feet and nearly pissed himself as Alyssa’s massive tan foot slammed down inches from him. He was quickly snatched up and found himself trapped in her fist. He was brought up to her face and she did not look happy.

“So you thought you would jump on to my chair so Jessica would sit on you? What the hell is wrong with you, you little perv?” Alyssa snarled. “Alyssa! That’s not-“ Adam was cut off as Alyssa squeezed her fist.

“Shut up, perv. I know what you think of Jessica. We both know you enjoyed being crushed under her ass, little bro.” Alyssa said with a dark grin. “You’re sooooo lucky mom doesn’t want us sharing you outside of the family. I’m sure Jessica would love to know what my little perv of a brother was doing on the chair under her ass.”

Adam was finding it difficult to breathe in her tightening fist. “I’m going to make you regret that, perv. You thought it was going to be bad before? It’s going to be so much fucking worse.” Alyssa said grinning evilly. Adam tried to say something to her but could only sputter.

“Hey Aly,” Alyssa turned towards the door and put her hand behind her back. Adam felt his sister’s grip tighten, crushing him further in her fist. “My mom needs to me to like, run home real quick to do something. Wanna come with?”

“Yeah sure. Let me just grab my sandals. I’ll meet you downstairs.” Alyssa said as Jessica then turned and left the room. “Alright, you little shit. Let’s keep you occupied while I’m gone.” Alyssa stomped over to her closet and reached down grabbing up her cheer shoes. She placed them on the floor and put Adam down in front of them. “Don’t move.”

Alyssa walked over to the desk before walking back over to Adam and her shoes. Adam had been staring at the enormous white shoes. He noticed they were a bit dirty and could smell a strong sweaty smell coming from them. Adam felt Alyssa’s huge hand wrapping around him.

Alyssa wrapped a string around him and tied it tight around his waist with a tight knot. After making sure he had enough give, she tied the other end through one of the lace’s holes on her cheer sneaker.

“Ok twerp. You’re going to clean my cheer shoes while I’m gone. I want them spotless. All this dirt better be gone by the time I get back or you’ll really regret it. Oh, and don’t even think about trying to escape. I doubt you’d even get very far but just in case you think about it, well that’s what the string is for.” Alyssa then tugged on the string sending Adam tumbling to the ground and she giggled.

“Get to work, loser. See you when I get home.” Alyssa said as she walked out of the room, her feet shaking the ground as she left. Adam heard her flip-flops slapping against her heels as she left. He turned towards the cheering shoes and took a deep breath.

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losvcr · 7 years

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rain (reddie) ch. 1

Type: Series

Summary: Richie and Eddie had dated each other for a long time, and things had been going great - or so, they thought. After Eddie comes home to an empty apartment and a note left behind, the loving relationship of four years tragically ended. Years of never speaking to each other later, the wedding of Beverly and Ben brings everyone back together, including Eddie and Richie. Hotel room mix-ups, drunken confessions, loud arguments between several losers, bad parties, old childhood games, memories, music, love, and drama ensues over the week of preparing for the wedding.

Pairing(s): Reddie, Stenbrough, Benverly

Word count: 2.2k

Chapter Warnings: Your heart might hurt a little

A/N: I’ve written two one shots so far and people seem to like them, so I thought I’d try my hand at a full blown fic. I hope it takes off, because I have some great ideas for this. If you’d like to be updated with the tagging system on possible future chapters, just let me know! Oh, and the losers are around 27 years of age to help out a bit. There will be some stenbrough and benverly involved, but it’ll mostly center around reddie.

Also, big shout out to @r-u-reddie for being the beta of this fic. Without Rose, this shit would’ve been hella bad. She went the whole nine yards in being a beta, so she deserves major credit for this chapter and the next chapters to come. @reddie-asheck did a bit of beta-ing for the first half of the chapter, so they deserve a shout out as well!

One last thing before I shut my mouth - The song I listened to to get into the mood for tihs chapter is Happier by Ed Sheeran. Enjoy guys!

AO3 link coming in two weeks

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“Richie, are you here?”

A trembling, but soft sigh sounded past the blue tinted lips of Eddie Kaspbrak as he closed the wooden door behind him, visibly wincing at the squeaking sounds of his sneakers as they collided with the hardwood floor beneath him.

It was raining. Hard. His previously dry jacket was now soaked to the point that his once-dry clothes took a heavy hit as well.

This caused Eddie’s body to tremble like an autumn leaf, but the immense relief he felt once walking into the warm apartment helped to curb the effect a bit.

“Richie? Did you fall asleep in my bed again?” Eddie called out once more, carefully removing his shoes before walking further inside of his small abode.

There wasn’t much to his apartment; it unfortunately lacked space. It contained one bedroom, one bathroom, and a kitchen/living room that shared the same area. In fact, the common area wasn’t too much bigger than his room, but that was fine to him. He had what he needed. Besides, living in New York meant that any decent apartment would cost a fortune.

He had done his best to make it his own by using subtle, but neat decorations to line his walls and inexpensive furniture in hopes of not making it too cluttered.

After grabbing a towel to dry himself off with, running it over his curls, Eddie walked over to his bedroom to see if his theory was correct. However, a deep frown began to settle on his face when he found both his bed and bedroom empty.

‘Where the hell is he?’ Eddie thought to himself, trying not to become worked up over his boyfriend’s absence.

The first thing he did was try to call Richie a few times once he got off of work. All of the calls went straight to voicemail, which made him a little nervous, but Eddie wasn’t too stressed about it. He knew that sometimes Richie forgot to charge his phone and tended to be irresponsible with handling it.

That was when he did the next best thing, and he checked Richie’s apartment, which was across town from his. His boyfriend’s apartment was slightly more spacious than his, but both of them still preferred to spend more time at his apartment because Richie’s apartment was always a wreck.

This too failed, but he knew he had one more destination to check on before beginning to worry, which was to go back to his own apartment. That, obviously, had failed, too.

Eddie honestly thought that Richie might have been over, given by that god awful smell of cigarette smoke that hit him once he walked inside. His apartment would only smell that way if Richie was over. But, alas, he could not find the curly-headed male anywhere.

“Fucking shit, Richie… now I have to go back out in this rain..” He grumbled to himself after changing out of his soaked work outfit into a fresh pair of jeans and a pastel polo shirt.

While changing, he had thought of one last place that his other half could be, and that was at the studio. Richie had been in a band since he was sixteen, and six years later, they were signed and had anticipated to have such an amazing sophomore album release that a headlining world tour could be on the table.

Eddie was so proud of how far Richie had come, but he still wanted to knock his head off for worrying him.

Even though Richie could be irresponsible, it was unlike him to leave Eddie wondering of his whereabouts. He was trying hard not to jump to the worst conclusions, but the unusual lack of communication had his mind racing: What if Richie got hurt? What if he was lying somewhere dying, breathing his very last breath all alone?

He quickly shook those thoughts from his head, releasing a shuddering breath. He couldn’t think like that. Richie had to be okay.

Walking through the living room, Eddie was moving towards the front door until he saw something on the side table next to his small loveseat. He knew his apartment, and that hadn’t been there before.

His brow furrowed once he stopped in front of the table, curious fingers reaching down to grab a white piece of paper sitting there, the bottom corner charred a brown, ugly color - Richie.

As his eyes read over what he identified as a letter, his grip tightened on the paper so much that his knuckles began to turn white. The paper began to shake along with his hands the longer his eyes scanned the contents of the letter, his stomach having completely bottomed out.

No. This was not happening. His eyes had to be deceiving him.

Once Eddie finished reading the entirety of the note, his hands finally released its hold, allowing the paper to fall as it gently floated back and forth until the floor took it.

His shaking hands remained raised in shock, tears burning in his eyes. He had been completely unaware of his hyperventilating until he found that he couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t fucking breathe.

He needed his inhaler. Fuck, where did he put his goddamn inhaler?

“Dear Eds,

How was work today? I hope it was okay. I know sometimes it’s rough for you at the children’s hospital, but I know you love it, Baby Boy.”

Eddie raced across the room to his bedroom (nearly tripping on his coffee table in the process), ripping his closet door open and rummaging through its contents.

He. Couldn’t. Breathe.

“I wanted to say this to you in person, but I knew the second I saw your beautiful eyes and that cute smile, I would be done for. I had to do it this way. I hope you understand.”

Tears streamed down Eddie’s cheeks as he tried to breathe, but the air would not fill his lungs and filter back out as CO2 like normal. He needed his inhaler. Pushing one box to the side, he quickly began to rummage through another.

“I have to leave. I can’t do this relationship anymore. Fuck, I know it’s gonna sound so cliche, but it’s not you. God, I swear to fuck it’s not you, Eds. You’re so fucking perfect. I loved you.”

Finally, after what seemed like hours, Eddie found his older inhaler. Frantically, the male pulled the cap off and pressed the opening to his lips. After inhaling the puffs of rather gross tasting water, he collapsed to the ground, sobs freely falling past his trembling lips. How could he go on after this?

“I hope you don’t hate me for this. If you do, I wouldn’t blame you. I left the key you gave me on the counter. Good luck, Eddie. I want your life to be filled with so much joy.

- Love, Richie”

Only one sentence kept repeating through Eddie’s brain as he sat on his bedroom floor, his sobbing having turned to gut-wrenching wailing.

I loved you.

—

Eddie stretched his arms out as he waited in the airport for Mike Hanlon, enjoying the beams of sunlight hitting his pale skin and the warm weather of Hawaii.

He had never been to Hawaii before, but he guessed that it was time to try something new.

In front of him, a tawny Honda CR-V pulled up. A giant smile graced Eddie’s features as he recognized the driver behind the wheel. However, he did not recognize the beautiful woman sitting next to the driver.

“Eddie! It’s so good to see you!”

The last time Eddie saw Mike Hanlon was over a year ago. It seemed like every time he saw the other male, he somehow looked as if he hadn’t aged a year. He looked great. Anyone who looked over him could tell that he liked to go to the gym, his muscles flexing behind the white tank top he wore as he moved in to hug Eddie.

Eddie easily returned the gesture, a small laugh falling past his lips at the feel of Mike’s full beard scratching and tickling the skin of his cheek. “Nice to see you too, Mikey. I feel like you get a least an inch taller every time I see you.” Eddie teased.

“Or maybe you’re just getting shorter, Eddie.” Mike joked back.

After they pulled back from the warm embrace, Mike stepped to the side to reveal the woman who had been in the passenger seat.

“This is my girlfriend, Whitney.” Up close, she looked much prettier than she did at a distance; freckled skin, the greenest eyes Eddie had ever witnessed in his life, hair darker than night, and a warm smile that made him understand immediately why Mike would like her.

Before he could speak up and introduce himself, she was talking. “Nice to meet you, Eddie. I heard great things about you.” He blinked in surprise when she pulled him into a hug, but after the shock subsided, he hesitantly returned the gesture, which made Mike laugh out loud.

“Come on, let’s get back to the hotel. The others are waiting for us!”

—

On the whole way to the hotel, Eddie worked himself up into a nervous bundle. He did his best to keep up with the small talk Mike and Whitney were throwing at him, but his mind wasn’t quite there. All he could think about was one thing.

One person, really.

He had been distracted with his thoughts all the way from getting out of the car to walking inside of the hotel. What snapped him out of it was hearing his name being called multiple times from the center of the hotel.

“You made it!”

Soon, he was being enveloped in more warm embraces from his friends that he hadn’t seen in quite a while.

First was Beverly, who was glowing like an angel as she grinned and pulled him in for a tight hug. Afterwards was Ben, his strong arms tugging him into a bear hug that had him playfully gasping out an ‘I can’t breathe!’

Stan Uris gave him a smile that he couldn’t help but return, a teasing handshake from Stan turning into hug.

By the time Bill was pulling him into a hug, Eddie was practically putty in his arms. He hadn’t realized just how much he actually missed his best friends.

“Congratulations, Bev and Ben!” Eddie exclaimed after pulling back from Bill, grinning at the two lovebirds who seemed to be attached at the hip.

“Thanks, Eddie! Did you have a good flight?” Bev asked curiously.

“Well, let’s see. A trip across the continental US with only one stop and extreme turbulence.” He paused, with a mischievous smile, “In other words, it was perfect.”

That brought about laughter, but once it died down, he suddenly remembered why he had been nervous in the first place. Richie.

His heart leapt up into his mouth at the thought, but before he could tentatively ask where the other male was, he was interrupted by a loud yell that had all of them turning to find the source.

“Get the hell away from my bar!”

“Sheesh, it was a joke. How about you laugh a little, sweetheart?”

Eddie’s heart leaped once again at that voice.

His voice.

His eyes finally found him, watching the giraffe of a man stumble his way over and laughing while the bartender behind the counter glared daggers at him.

Eddie’s heart was pounding so hard in his chest that he could physically feel the pulsing all the way in his right temple at the sight of his ex-lover. He felt like he could pass out any second.

The rest of the Losers seemed to grow quiet as Richie finally made it over, a martini glass perched in his hand.

“Some people don’t know how to take a joke, I’ll tell ya. It was like she was saying “beep, beep, Richie!” without–” Eddie felt his face light up once he finally made eye contact with the boy he hadn’t seen in over five years.

The first thing he noticed was his eyes. He could tell that Richie traded in his spectacles for contacts, even though he swore he would wear glasses forever just to be an outlier.

The second thing he noticed was Richie’s hair. The curls were just as he remembered - wild and untamed. Except, they were a bit longer than he remembered. Many people had told Richie that he needed a haircut, but Eddie liked his longer hair.

The third thing he noticed was the tattoos. Part of him was shocked by this new addition, but the other part wasn’t shocked by the nerdy themes that were etched permanently on Richie’s skin.

He watched Richie visibly swallow, before Richie finally spoke to him for the first time in five years.

“Oh, uh.. Hey, Eds.”

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My Heart Bleeds For You-Part 8

WHO’S READY TO GET WRECKED?!

This chapter is..... Wow.

First and foremost a serious trigger warning okay?

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SCENES WITH ATTEMPTED MURDER BY WAY OF ASSAULT AND BLOOD

IF THESE TRIGGER YOU DO NOT READ THIS CHAPTER. MESSAGE ME AND I WILL TELL YOU WHAT PLOT-POINTS YOU MISSED WITHOUT THE GRAPHIC DETAILS.

Take your health seriously y’all, please.

Quick props to @were-cheetah-stiles for helping word some things and decide some stuff, thanks Cat, ily boo!

Tagged: @iknowisoundcrazy, @confidentrose (if you would like to be tagged for future chapters so you don’t miss out on them, feel free to send in an ask or message me about it!)

Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 - Chapter 9

Chapter 8: Arsonist’s Lullabye

Song rec: Dangerous Woman by Ariana Grande, Arsonist’s Lullabye by Hozier

Word count: 3,336

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of sex/sex acts, graphic descriptions violence (one sided fighting, stabbing), blood.

The two weeks leading up to the party went far too fast for (Y/N)’s taste but she had to admit that she was also glad this whole ordeal with her father was almost over as she looked in the mirror to pin on the drop chain ruby earrings that had come with her dress and shoes. She remembered wearing this pair for her seventeenth birthday, along with the small heart shaped ruby necklace that belonged to her late mother that her father had also included in the package.

After putting on her jewelry she leaned in close to the mirror and made sure her make up was still flawless. The deep matte red she’d painted onto her lips was a stain so it, at least, wouldn’t come off easy. Her cream eyeliner on the other hand may have smudged a little. She turned her face this way and that but luckily the sharp winged tips were still crisp and clean. And so was the edge of her smokey eye-shadow. She touched up her blush a little before leaving the bathroom and walking over to the giant box on the foot of her bed.

She reached into the massive gift box and pulled out a shoe box. She lifted the lid and snorted at the ridiculous heels. They looked like Dorthy’s ruby slippers. If Dorthy had been a stripper. The height alone--if they didn’t topple her--would put her eye to eye with Mitch, maybe even a little taller with their platform bottoms. And they were absolutely covered in red glitter and sparkles, with a cut out for her toes.

Her father had also included nail polish for her to apply. Luckily she’d done her toes that morning too since she thought the color was so pretty.

The heels’ only saving grace: they didn’t have a strap which meant that (Y/N) could wear the silver station and sliding bead anklet that Mitch had bought her for their one month anniversary.

They hadn’t even discussed exchanging gifts, even though she’d bought him a personalized jersey of his favorite baseball team, it was just that they were on the same wavelength it seemed.

When he’d given her the anklet she’d put it on and then proceeded to thank him with a round of passionate sex. Now whenever she wore it he’d tell her how he’d remember just how much she liked it and he’d be turned on for at least an hour.

She wrapped the small chain around her ankle and secured the clasp before going over to the dress that hung on the back of her bathroom door. It fit with her theme of ruby red, and she slipped off the bath robe she’d been wearing in order to put it on.

She’d just gotten the small zipper at her side done up when her front door opened and closed. She’d given Mitch a key to her apartment the day after they’d had dinner with her father, and he’d given her a key to his place.

“(Y/N), you almost ready? We should be heading over soon.” Mitch called from her living room.

“Don’t worry, I’m done.” She promised as she opened her bedroom door. She was greeted by the sight of Mitch in a perfectly fitted tux when he turned around to look at her. She’d seen him in it a few days earlier when he’d tried it on to make sure it fit well, but she still hadn’t gotten used to how handsome he looked. It was intensified by the fact that his hair was pushed back off of his face and he’d trimmed up the scruff on his chin.

She felt herself flush when she looked at his amber eyes and found them slowly making their way up her body.

“That dress is......” He puffed out a breath, unable to put into words how truly phenomenal she looked. The straps of the gown were twisted loosely and spread out as they went down to cover her chest, giving her a neckline that plunged to just before her navel where the fabric came back together via a thick band of material that cut across her stomach, sectioning the top off from the skirt of the dress. The skirt was made with lots of loose fabric that draped flawlessly down her legs, giving her an ethereal, billowing, effect when she walked.

“You haven’t even seen the back yet.” She teased.

“Show it to me then.” He challenged, She grinned, gathered her skirts in her hand so she wouldn’t trip, and spun until she faced away from him, showing off the fact that the top tied around her neck and left her back completely bare down to her waist. Not even her hair was obstructing the view, as it was twisted up into a complex looking bun, with only small wispy curls spiraling down to frame her face. “Fuck me.” She heard him mutter.

“Maybe later, if I did it now we’d end up running late and my make up and hair would be ruined.” She teased, turning back around and grabbing her glittering red clutch purse from the couch as she passed. “Come on.” She called when he still hadn’t moved.

“Maybe we could say that you got sick.” He only half-joked. She smiled.

“There will be plenty of time to maul each other later. I’d like to get this over with so my father doesn’t bother us again.” She requested.

“Party pooper.” He muttered, making her laugh.

“If you suffer with me through tonight I’ll give you a blowjob in the car on the way home.” She promised. His eyes dropped to her lips before looking back up at her.

“What the fuck are we waiting for, let’s get going.” He said quickly as he grabbed the door for her. She laughed and stepped through, heading down the hall to the elevator. She paused when she didn’t hear any foot falls behind her and half turned to find Mitch just standing there staring after her.

“C’mon. The sooner we get there the sooner we can leave.” She smiled.

“Right.” He muttered, striding up to her quickly. “I’m gonna die, that dress is going to kill me all night.” He accused.

“If you die then you can’t fuck me.” She pointed out as she pressed the elevator call button.

“True. Fine, I’ll fight valiantly to stay alive.” He joked.

“My hero.” She laughed and stepped inside the empty lift. Mitch followed closely behind and pressed the button for the parking garage beneath the building. The doors closed and (Y/N) felt him staring at her as she leaned against the back railing. She was just about to ask what he wanted when he spoke up.

“Is your lipstick going to smudge?” He asked.

“It’s lip stain.” She corrected.

“Meaning?”

“Meaning, no it won’t smu-” He cut her off with a hard kiss as he pressed her up against the back wall of the small space. She moaned softly against his lips and wrapped her arms around his neck as his hands pressed into her back to keep her up against him.

DING

“Not our floor?” He guessed, going by the irritated frown on her face. She shook her head and pouted when he pulled back to stand beside her respectably.

A man appeared in the doorway of the elevator and froze when he took in (Y/N) standing before him.

“Are you getting on or not?” Mitch asked, irritated that he kept staring at his girlfriend. The guy stumbled onto the elevator and blindly pressed the button for the garage floor, making (Y/N) groan internally. Now she’d have to deal with being gawked at until they got into their car.

“That’s a beautiful necklace.” The guy complimented. She barely refrained from rolling her eyes, knowing his compliment had nothing to do with her jewelry and everything to do with it being conveniently placed at the start of her cleavage. She wished the chain had been shorter than twenty inches.

The elevator stopped again and an older couple got on, hitting the button for the ground floor. (Y/N) smiled politely at them before Mitch pulled her to him and kissed her tamely enough for the presence of others.

“Fancy date tonight?” The woman asked, breaking them apart.

“Something like that.” (Y/N) said after clearing her throat delicately. “My father is hosting a gala and asked me to attend. My boyfriend graciously agreed to be tortured along with me.” She smiled at him.

“Oh how cute. How long have you two been dating?” She asked.

“A little over a month.” Mitch answered.

“I would have thought longer.” She mused.

“Steph, leave those poor people alone.” The woman’s husband chuckled.

“Shut up, Ed, they don’t mind. Do you?” She asked.

“Not at all.” (Y/N) assured with a smile. “But this is your floor.” She said apologetically. She watched as they got off and then rode the last floor down. She noticed that ever since Mitch had kissed her, the guy from before had stopped staring.

“Have a nice night.” He muttered blandly after the doors opened and (Y/N) pulled Mitch out into the parking garage.

“How soon can we leave again?” Mitch whispered in her ear half way through the dinner after someone asked him what he did for the tenth time. They had arrived at Anthony’s giant house and had been ushered around back where tables were set up around a giant dance floor and stage that hosted a DJ, ready to play music once everyone finished their dinner.

(Y/N) smiled and squeezed his arm reassuringly.

“We have to make it through dinner and at least three dances. Sorry, we’re gonna be here a bit yet.” She whispered back. “Just remember, it’ll be worth it.” She teased.

“Why do you think I’m in such a hurry?” He shot back. She grinned at him before her attention was pulled back to the elderly woman across the table from her who kept rambling on about her cat.

Mitch watched (Y/N) navigate the conversation with ease, her hand reaching out and picking up her wine glass to bring to her lips for a delicate sip. She looked like she belonged in this kind of scene with the grace she displayed. Even the way she ate spoke of class and sophistication. And he wanted to laugh because this was nothing like her.

She wasn’t a prim and proper lady-like type. She was a girl who was fiercely competitive about bowling of all things, who could drop a man twice her size to his knees with two hits, and she ate a burger like it was the first and last thing she’d ever consume.

To see her cut off a small piece of chicken, lift it to her mouth and delicately pull the tongs along her lips as her teeth pulled the morsel off of them, it was like someone else had inhabited her body.

“Mitch, stop staring at me and eat.” She murmured, side eyeing him with amusement.

“I’m just not used to seeing you so...”

“Refined?”

“I was going to compare you to a pod-person but sure.” She covered her mouth with her napkin to hide her sudden laughter.

“Just eat.” She giggled. “The sooner you finish, the sooner we can go dance, and the sooner we can leave.” She listed.

“Okay, okay.” He agreed before turning back to his meal.

(Y/N) finished her meal first and the second she put her knife and fork down on her plate a waiter was there to clear the dishes away. She thanked him and then turned her head as a hand tapped her shoulder.

“Hello Peter.” She greeted un-enthusiastically, looking up at the thin dark haired man.

“Hello, (Y/N). I was wondering if you’d be kind enough to join me for a dance?” He asked.

“I’m not sure-”

“Oh please, just one? It’s been so long since I’ve seen you.” He urged. She sighed.

“Just one.” She said firmly and he grinned, offering a hand to help her stand up. Mitch watched them walk over to the dance space. A couple other couples had gotten up to start dancing and mingling and the DJ had begun playing some ballroom music.

Peter danced with (Y/N) and it was clear that he was trying to impress her but instead he kept making both of them stumble as he either tripped or stepped wrong. She constantly glanced over Mitch’s way, clearly hoping he’d save her and he chuckled before abandoning his unfinished meal to go rescue his girlfriend.

“Mind if I cut in?” He asked, placing a hand on Peter’s shoulder.

“I guess I can’t say no to the boyfriend, can I?” The other man grumbled. Mitch grinned and took (Y/N)’s hand to pull her into his arms as the song morphed into another. He placed his hand on the small of her back while hers went to his shoulder and he followed the steps of a simple waltz as he spun with her around the floor.

“You told me you couldn’t dance.” She reminded him.

“I couldn’t dance the way you wanted me to at the club, no. But I know a simple waltz.” He replied.

“Where’d you learn?” She wondered.

“Middle school. All middle school kids have to suffer through that damned dance circuit.” He grinned.

“If you got your skill from middle school we’d be stuck dancing in a box.” She sassed.

“Okay, so my parents may or may not have expanded my knowledge. They met at a ballroom dance class.” He shrugged.

“Aww, how cute.” She smiled.

“What about you?” He asked.

“Really? With my upbringing, you’re asking how I know how to ballroom dance?” She teased.

“Point taken.” He chuckled, letting go of her waist and twirling her under his arm. Her skirts flared out around her before catching on his pant-leg as they reconnected and continued moving around the floor.

“People are starting to stare at us.” (Y/N) noticed idly, glancing around at all the people who were simply shuffling back and forth as they watched the pair work the floor.

“Then let them stare. They’re envious.” He shrugged.

“Of me?” She snorted.

“Of me, simply because I’m the lucky bastard who gets to dance with you.” He smiled when she tossed her head back and laughed. “I was serious, you know.” He murmured.

“Oh please. It’s just because I’m wearing make up and a fancy dress. Half of these people wouldn’t give me a second glance if they saw me in my gym attire.” She snorted.

“I would.” He promised.

“You did.” She pointed out with a smile.

“And you’re gorgeous no matter what. Whether you’re covered in sweat from kicking ass in the gym, or if you’re wearing this knock out dress.” He stopped them at the edge of the floor as the song ended and they heard applause from a few people for their performance, making them both laugh. (Y/N) waved quickly in thanks before turning back to Mitch.

“Another dance?” She asked as a slower song began to play.

“Anything for you.” He agreed, pulling her close and swaying them softly to the rhythm. She rested her cheek against the lapel of his coat and closed her eyes as she moved with him.

“(Y/N)?” Mitch asked softly after a moment. She hummed, not wanting to move from her spot just yet. “I’ve been thinking...”

“About?” She prompted when he didn’t continue. He hesitated and she pulled back to look at him curiously.

“Do you want to move in with me?” He asked. Her mouth dropped open into a surprised little ‘o’. “It’s just... You said my apartment felt cozy, like home to you, and we’ve been spending more time together late-”

“Yes.” She agreed quickly, shutting him up. “I’d love that.” She beamed at him and he smiled back before kissing her quickly.

“We’ll get packing supplies tomorrow morning and start sorting everything out.” He suggested and she nodded eagerly, happy tears springing to her eyes. She quickly dabbed her fingers under her eyes with an embarrassed laugh.

“I’m going to go to the bathroom and make sure nothing smears.” She giggled, kissing him again quickly before walking off the floor and heading inside the house.

She was walking back out, nearly floating on cloud nine over the fact that she was going to be moving in with her boyfriend, when a woman in a gold dress stopped her in the hall.

“I saw you and your boyfriend dancing, you two are so perfect. Ah, I miss being young. Congratulations by the way, can I see it?” She asked.

“See what?” (Y/N) asked. The woman looked at her perplexed expression and put a hand to her mouth in embarrassment.

“Oh, oops, don’t mind me dear!” She laughed, trying to play off her slip.

“No, wait, what are you talking about?” She demanded. The older woman looked around and leaned in close.

“Well I saw you head inside, and then your boyfriend and your father came in too, a minute later. I assumed.... Well I thought he was asking permission to propose to you tonight.” She said, sounding abashed.

“My father took Mitch into the house?” (Y/N) demanded. She felt dread come over her as her mind replied what her father had threatened two weeks ago.

“If you don’t stop seeing him on your own I’ll be forced to protect you, like how I protected you when you were eighteen.”

She felt herself pale slightly at the thought.

“Do you know where they went?” She asked hurriedly.

“No dear, I’m sorry. Do you not love him?” The woman asked.

“No, I do love him, that’s the problem.” She said as she grabbed the skirt of her dress and started running down the hall. She started opening doors at random, looking for her father and, more importantly, Mitch.

She had to have checked a dozen rooms, and with each empty one her sense of dread grew and weighed her stomach down, sinking it slowly to her feet as she raced upstairs and began looking there.

She got to the top of the stairs and heard the sickening thud of a foot connecting with a body. She ran towards the sound and burst into an office.

Mitch was on the floor, coughing from the blow that Anthony had delivered to his ribs, when he heard (Y/N) scream his name.

“Anthony don’t!” She shouted when he pulled his fist back and brought it down against Mitch’s cheek. “Stop it!” She raced forward and grabbed at his shoulder but he shoved her off. She tripped over the hem of her dress and stumbled into the desk, sending things skittering off of it as she fell to the floor.

“It’s for your own good you stupid child!” He snarled, landing another kick to Mitch’s stomach. He grunted and rolled to his back, and (Y/N) desperately grabbed her father’s leg before he could stomp down on his chest.

“Please!” She begged. The back of his hand came down across her cheek and she fell back to the floor. “Daddy!” She screamed, but it did nothing. She searched around frantically for something to get him to stop his assault, and her fingers touched a cold bit of metal. She gripped the handle tightly in both quivering hands, adrenaline making her body shake, and scrambled to her feet.

“Leave him alone!” She shrieked, rushing forward and plunging the blade of the letter opener to the hilt in his chest. She jolted when she felt warmth seep across her fingers and saw the crimson stain of blood begin to spread out over his pristine white dress shirt.

Anthony tipped back and she released the handle of the letter opener, watching in horror as her father fell with a thud onto the plush carpeting. (Y/N) stumbled back a step, tripping over her gown and falling onto her butt, unable to take her eyes off of the unmoving form before her.

#mitch rapp #mitch rapp x reader #american assassin #amas #aafic #my writing #MHBFY #assault trigger warning #blood trigger warning #stabbing trigger warning

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lillysleepilystudying · 7 years

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92 Questions Tag

tagged by: @court-ships (now @bujo-ie )

LAST: 1. drink: probs water (tbh i dont like water much but you gotta sTaY hyDrATed) 2. phone call: i ran out of credit ages ago and haven’t bothered to recharge it so i haven’t called anybody recently, but mum has called me, so i guess that counts. (actually thinking about it i can’t remember the last time i called someone) 3. text message: to my best bud (cause i was wallowing in the depths of despair for like 3 weeks cause i felt like she was ignoring me so i finally got the courage to text her about it last night :) i think we’re going to be good) 4. song you listened to: K I’M LISTENING TO TEAM BY LORDE RIGHT NOW AND I LOVE IT FOREVER AND ALWAYS 5. time you cried: tbh like last weekend (see point number 3)

HAVE YOU: 6. dated someone twice: nope 7. kissed someone and regretted it: never kissed anybod 8. been cheated on: nup, thankfully 9. lost someone special: i have lost relatives but i never really knew them? i have lost quite a few pets tho :/ 10. been depressed: not ‘officialy’ but past couple weeks have been bad (once again, see point 3) 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: never been drunk, only ever had small sips of alcohol (i’m way to young)

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: 12-14: ohh so hard i don’t really have a fav, but i guess all blues (with and emphasis on teal) and like nearly all pastel colours.

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. made new friends: yeah, but not like super close 16. fallen out of love: nah 17. laughed until you cried: maybe, but not very much 18. found out someone was talking about you: i don’t know? like this one isn’t very clear 19. met someone who changed you: sort of, i became closer to best bud, who i guess has changed me a bit 20. found out who your friends are: yes, but like also no? one of my few good friends left (for england of all places, but she is coming back), another’s moving schools, and once again see point 3 for other friend 21. kissed someone on your Facebook list: no lol i don’t even have facebook

GENERAL: 22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: see point 21 23. do you have any pets: YESS SO MANY a dog, two cats, like 8 horses (only one’s mine tho), 3 ducks (one i’ve had since i was like 4), around ten chickens... yeah i kind of live on a farm without all the big herds (also a lot lot smaller than a farm lol). fun fact: we used to have like 7 peacocks, they’re actually the coolest birds to have around. 24. do you want to change your name: no way, i actually quite like mine :) 25. what did you do for your last birthday: pool partay! tbh i went way overboard with the decorations, i spent hours making little paper flowers for everyone (they looked pretty cool, actually) 26. what time did you wake up: probs like 6;30, but stayed half asleep until 8:20 (shhh it’s a sunday i can do what ever i want 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: sleepinggg (sadly without my radio on bc mum wanted me to ‘try sleeping without music’ mum how i can i i need it ON 28. name something you can’t wait for: DOCTOR WHO CHRISTMAS SPECIAL #BILLISBACK GET PUMPED!! also PINOF 9 and halloween baking videos from dan and phil, also, any album coming out from any of my favourite artists for the next like 104585 years. ALSO I’M GOING TO MONGOLIA IN LIKE 2 WEEKS HOW DID I FORGET THAT 29. when was the last time you saw your mom: like half an hour ago we were running about in the rain putting the horses back in their yards 30. what is one thing you wish you could change in your life: world peace, there are too many people (and animals) that are a victim of unhappiness they will never deserve

31. what are you listening to right now: A WORLD ALONE AKA THAT LORDE SONG THAT I RELATE TO ON AN OTHERWORLDLY LEVEL 32. have you ever talked to a person named Tom: yeah, there’s one in my grade and he speaks fluent french (at least he did last time i checked which was like 2 years ago) 33. something that is getting on your nerves: tbh like all homework ever, plus this giant self-directed project we’re doing this year, it’s the most stressful thing ever. also, once again see point 3 34. most visited websites: umm i guess youtube, school’s home page, tumblr (although i’m mainly on mobile for that and that’s an app) reddit and ao3 (one my phone)

LOST QUESTIONS. I JUST PUT IN RANDOM INFO ABOUT ME 35. mole/s: nah not really 36. mark/s: nah, but i got beeg stretch marks on the sides of my hips bc i am gROWING FAST 37. childhood dream: i think a vet or zookepper. also i really wanted to publish a book that said ‘new york times bestseller’ on the front bc that’s what all my favs said on them (tbh i still dream of this) 38. hair color: blonde ayyy (but it’s getting darker underneath) 39. long or short hair: i guess medium - long (little below my shoulder blades) 40. do you have a crush on someone: not really i haven’t had one in literal years unless you count that time i sorta thought i had one one on my best friend even though im 98% sure i’m straight 41. what do you like about yourself: my creativity, like i’ve learnt not to say ‘oh i’m horrible at art/writing’ when i’m actually not that bad. also, i’m a total weirdo 42. piercings: confession: i don’t even have my ears pierced yet?? like, i do want them pierced, but i literally can’t be bothered atm lol 43. blood type: idk, although i did get a blood test like last monday, so i should know soon 44. nickname: i don’t really have any (there’s not much you can do with ‘lilly’) although i have one friend who calls me lilpil. 45. relationship status: single and probably staying that way for a while :) 46. zodiac: capricorn (but i don’t bother with zodiacs bc i am NOTHING like a capricorn) 47. pronouns: she/her

48. favorite TV Show: OMG I HAVE SO MANY BUT I’M A FRIGGIN HUGE DOCTOR WHO AND SHERLOCK FAN COME SCREAM ABOUT THEM TO ME also if you ship johnlock that’s even better!! 49. tattoos: none 50. right or left hand: right handed 51. surgery: nope 52. hair dyed in different color: never done, probably never going to (i change my mind ALOT) 53. sport: tbh i hate sport but i do horse riding and with school i do sailing and hockey (bc a summer and winter sport is compulsory) 55. vacation: OK LIKE I SAID I’M GOING TO MONGOLIA AND I CAN’T GIVE AWAY TOO MUCH BUT I DID HAVE TO APPLY TO GET IN AND I’M RAZZED 56. pair of trainers: i’m not to particular, i just have shoes for sport (alTHOUGH, i do have an awesome pair of white sneakers with a bit of gold round the back)

MORE GENERAL:

57. eating: it’s father’s day and we had a GIANT breakfast and lunch so i don’t know if i’m even having dinner 58. drinking: i could KILL for a milo right now (it’s like, my version of tea or coffee) but parents have stopped buying it because ‘there’s too much sugar’ TIM I DON’T CARE I CAN’T LIVE WITHOUT IT 59. i’m about to: idk i need to practice guitar, work on my bujo (bc i’m super behind), keep writing my fic, and i guess other general stuff 61. waiting for: nothing really, it’s sunday night so i’m sad bc it’s monday tomorrow 62. want: lots of things (who don’t amirite) but one is getting my bedroom walls gyprocked and painted (they’re wood panelling and i hate it) 63. get married: tbh whenever i meet the right person :) 64. career: FILM DIRECTOR YO i know nothing about film but i still really want to do it.

WHICH IS BETTER 65. hugs or kisses: OMG HUGS HUG ME PLEASE 66. lips or eyes: eyes, literally everybody’s eyes are beautiful, it’s great 67. shorter or taller: taller 68. older or younger: older i guess 70. nice arms or nice stomach: nice personality ;) 71. sensitive or loud: sensitive, like me tbh i’m so sensitive raise your voice at me and i will burst into tears 72. hook up or relationship: relationship always 73. troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant, also like me

HAVE YOU EVER: 74. kissed a stranger: definitely no 75. drank hard liquor: nopeity no 76. lost glasses/contact lenses: don’t have ‘em 77. turned someone down: technically yes? there was this new kid at school and he was literally asking every girl out, i was a bit confused. 78. sex on the first date: definitely no 79. broken someone’s heart: sadly i think so (but we’re like best friends no so it’s all good) 80. had your heart broken: no 81. been arrested: no 82. cried when someone died: yes, aforementioned relative i barley knew (still sad tho) 83. fallen for a friend: sortofnotreally

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84. yourself: yes, at least i try my very hardest 85. miracles: in a way, yes

86. love at first sight: not really

87. santa claus: when i as like 3, yes

88. kiss on the first date: maybe?

OTHER: 90. current best friend name: ezri, my smol bean (also person from infamous point 3) fun fact: we’re both pretty sure she’s named after her character from star trek, ezri dax (her parents are giant nerds just like ez and i) 91. eye color: blue/gey with a bit of green 92. favorite movie: ARGHHH I CAN’T PICK I HAVE SOOO MANY, LIKE EVERY ONE BASED OFF BOOKS I LIKE, i really can’t pick, but one that is quite special to me is ‘my house in umbria’, my grandma and i used to watch this together all the time

Ok whoa this took me LITERAL HOURS but now that i’m done i just want to tag anyone who wants to do it! :)

#92 questions tag #this took sO LONG #but it was fun #lilly speaks #personal #not studyblr

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