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chaoticgeminate · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022 - Day Nine

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit (If that was not entirely clear)

Series Summary: You’re a fanfiction writer turned novelist, which was great since it was the path you wanted your writing to take you down in life. What you never thought would happen was meeting the Javier Gutierrez, who you actively write smutty fanfiction about from his film with Nic Cage, and you especially didn’t expect him to have a crush on you.

Fast forward several months of dating, with a good chunk of your relationship being distance due to his constant traveling and having to go home to Mallorca, when he surprises you with a prompt list and a vacation planned around exploring it.

You haven’t even worked up the nerve to tell him about what you write and post to Tumblr about him as a character yet.

Notes: Going to be using prompts from @ the-purity-pen for my meta as hell indulgence! There are feelings in this (I have no idea how they got there) and I may end up removing some possible chapters here and there depending on how I’m feeling, I apologize in advance if that happens because my brain is super mean sometimes.

Possible Warnings: Finally some plot presence 😅, lots of fluff with a cut-to-black on the smut at the end

Stripping (3.5k)

He was gorgeous when he was sleeping, face relaxed and soft, you found yourself content to see this side of him; but Javi was always gorgeous, which was completely unfair sometimes. When he smiled so wide with joy that couldn’t be contained, when he was deep in concentration and his brow furrowed with thought, and even when someone was pushing his buttons and there was fiery anger burning in his eyes; there wasn’t a moment he wasn’t stupidly handsome.

Maybe in the beginning you’d been worried, wondering how this gorgeous well-off man could look at you and think “yea that’s the one” like he just knew, but you’d also accepted that Javi had chosen you and that even when he’d seen you during low episodes where the little voice of insecurity and imposter syndrome got too loud… he stayed.

You smiled to yourself as you reached up to pet the stubble on his jaw, your little movie night surprise had soothed the worries and apologies from him for being on the phone all day and you’d practically strong-armed him into just letting you do something nice for him. He was so used to a life of indulgence, for the most part, that he didn’t see this trip as anything more than selfish because he got to have you with him; while to you it was enough to just have him, the trip was more than anything you’d ever expected in your life.

His jaw pressed into your hand and you knew he was awake.

“Feels nice, don’t stop.” The man was like an overgrown dog, eager for the way you just cuddled with him and would play with his hair or scratch his patchy beard, and you couldn’t stop yourself from leaning up to press a kiss to his nose. His eyes blinked open as he chased your mouth, trading the light scratching at his jaw for your lips, and your delicate sigh into his kiss made Javi roll so he could cage you under him.

“Any plans for today?”

“I could ask you the same thing, Solecita.”

You grinned against his mouth and Javi nuzzled his nose with yours, just being here like this was nice, you let your forehead rest against his and hummed.

“Nothing on my end.”

“Then how about we find an adventure?”

You agreed and Javi got up first, wearing only a pair of Paddington boxers that you’d gotten for him after finding out Paddington 2 was his second favorite movie of all time, so you quickly shuffled across the bed since he suspected nothing and pinched him playfully on the butt. He let out a small noise of surprise but you’d already scampered off the bed and across the room to the en suite, a shrill giggle escaping you, and Javi followed you into the shower boxers and all in order to get his revenge.

By the time the pair of you made it out of the shower and got dressed Javi was flushed the prettiest of pinks and your wrist was a little sore, you’d absolutely played dirty by giving him a handjob and letting him come on your tits in order to distract him so that you could get into the nicest lingerie you’d packed and hide it with your favorite skirt and its matching top before he could see it. He pouted when he did emerge from the bathroom, hair dried and curling wildly, but seeing you all pretty for him lifted his mood.

Breakfast was a to-go affair and Javi slipped into the car, the idea to just drive into town, park, and then walk around was a good one; the sky was clear, the weather was nice, and from the convention alone you’d seen plenty of buskers playing music on the streets that would help make things interesting.

You couldn’t help but sing along to the music that Javi was playing, his Spotify library was definitely diverse with a blend of genres, and for a minute you thought about just how nice it was to just not have any real responsibilities. You wouldn’t ever stop writing but Javi’s trip was only nine days in and you felt rejuvenated in a way you’d missed; everything was brighter and you had a lot of good ideas starting to form now that you were in a different setting entirely.

“Oh, Javi look! There’s a market.” The street market was bustling with activity and you were excited to get a closer look, while you knew people had a tendency to bulk buy cheap merchandise and resell it nowadays there was a chance you’d find authentically made things among the stalls.

Javi found a parking space in a paid parking lot, simply opting for an all-day pass, and hummed as you both got out of the car; he put the hood of the convertible up and then slipped one arm across your shoulders and tucked you against him. It was cute that he matched his pace to yours though since the both of you had very different walking speeds.

As the two of you stepped into the rows of stalls you directed Javi to anything that looked remotely handmade, learning about the woman who weaved the baskets most people in the markets used to store their goods or the little old man that whittled wooden charms under the compromise that you told him a story that was dear to you, and Javi was just as excited as you were. He bought you a flower crown, the flowers themselves made from recycled fabric, and on his head went a straw hat and then you were hustled to someone taking pictures where he “immortalized” the day.

All in all you both had a blast, eating street food and just talking about how much inspiration you were getting from being around so many people, and Javi was resting his chin in his hands as while you both sat at a table waiting for a coffee as you told him about how you had to include a market scene in your next published work.

“You keep saying published work, do you write things that you don’t let anyone read?”

Javi had waited for you to finish talking to ask, your hands freezing mid motion where you’d been reaching for the steaming drink, and you realized that this was sort of your chance to bring it up and confess just what else you wrote. He’d technically opened the door for it but you wondered if he’d make a scene -if it upset him- and that held you back a little.

“Well, they get read but I can’t- it’s fan writing so I’m not allowed to publish it due to copyrights.” Your answer was soft, mumbled as you brought the drink up and held it, to delay answering whatever his next question was.

“You write fanfiction too? I read fanfiction, myself. One of my tweets got a link to fanfiction about my film and that made me begin reading other stories, I love the stories that fix plot holes or continue a good film best.”

It was a good thing you’d set the cup down and already swallowed what you had in your mouth, you would have definitely done a spit-take and stained the pretty pink dress of the lady that walked by your table, and your eyes blew wide as you stared at Javi.

Oh no.

This was not good.

Did he already know?!

Javi knew your writing style; it wasn’t exactly something that changed between your novels or your fanfiction.

Fuck.

You weren’t ready to have this conversation, not yet at least, so you decided to deflect. You could talk tropes for days, after all, so steering him away from your blog would be easy right?

“You like fix-it-fics? You usually get touchy whenever I insult the plot to a movie that you make me watch.” Javi took a sip of his coffee while you made sure to keep your tone just light enough. Either it worked or he let you get away with it.

“Initially I am upset, yes, a movie should be appreciated for what it is. But after I take the time to think on it and see things such as inconsistencies or things that may have been overlooked I cannot help but seek out the opinion of others on how they may have handled it. What is your favorite genre? What do you like to write? To read?” He was grinning as he asked and you felt a little guilty that you were relieved to have the chance to steer the conversation where you felt more comfortable.

But you knew that if you let it happen right now, especially here in public, that you’d probably lash out if he even remotely implied that he was unsure about your fanfiction. Javi was the ultimate fan so you wanted to believe he wouldn’t be cruel, especially if he was confessing that he read and enjoyed other stories, but part of you was worried that being his girlfriend would make him hold you to a different standard.

“Well, I mean it varies by what I’m feeling as to what I end up writing. Sometimes it’s fix-it, sometimes it’s just pure fluff, resolved angst, comfort… or requests. I do those too. As far as favorites go, I think it’s got to be the resolved angst with a good story when it’s not a one-shot request.” There were three requests for different characters in your box right now with different kinktober prompts, actually, but you weren’t planning to work on those until another day Javi was stuck in calls.

“And to read?”

“To read? Oh, uh-“ Your cheeks warmed because you knew what you were about and telling your boyfriend that a large chunk of your reading history was smut, while in a public café, was definitely not something you wanted to do.

But his eyes darkened at your hesitation, at how you flustered, and his lips curled into a knowing smirk; you had to bite your cheek and look away, his foot tapping your leg gently.

“I think I can guess, Solecita, I’d really like some recommendations from you sometime.” He was teasing you but it was better than actually saying It out loud, especially with the two kids in the table beside yours, and you nodded before finishing off your drink and grabbing his hand. Javi grinned and let you lead him away, the empty take-out cups disposed, and you decided to head back into the market since you’d been told of a few vendors that only showed up after the work day was over.

Javi led you through the stalls, his larger frame helping break the gathering crowd, and you had to bite back a grin when he found someone making fries with a large variety of dip choices; your weakness for fried potatoes and something to dip it in was unmatched and a knowledge that Javi loved to use to his advantage. After grabbing the large paper cone of fries and at least three dips you both escaped the crowd to sit on a low wall, feeding one another while people watching. A light rain kicked up and Javi hustled you under a stall where a couple were selling hand-dyed umbrellas they’d waterproofed, buying one that was a lovely pink and orange tie-dye even with the fading light, and he quickly led you back to the car since the rain wasn’t set to go away for hours.

“Did you save the fries?”

“Yup! I’ll feed you while you drive.”

“Careful, Solecita, I may propose if you keep up what you’re doing.”

As the engine started you found yourself staring at his profile and another conversation, with another person you knew online, jumped to your mind but you didn’t really know why. It was silly anyway since Amigo had turned down any attempts you had at getting to know them better, you had developed a silly little crush on the other Tumblr user without even knowing them, so why they came to mind now was puzzling.

You put that out of your mind, you had someone you wanted right here and now.

“Would… would that be such a bad thing?” Javi’s head snapped to look at you and his mouth dropped a little, like he hadn’t expected you to answer with it, and his surprise melted to a softer and fonder expression.

“No, no it would not, but I also know that it requires much more time and conversation. I also happen to remember you mentioning you would deny a proposal if anyone dared to try it before living with you for at least a year.” He was talking about the conversation you’d had over lunch when you first met him, at the writing work shop, since you’d mentioned how an old boyfriend tried to propose when you’d only been with him for a few months and before you knew any of his habits at home.

“Very true, you make a valid point.” He grinned and you both burst out into laughter together, it was a reminder of how easy things were with this man, and you began the task of finishing off the fries while Javi made the drive home. Salty fingers were sucked clean, the trash disposed of after getting inside, and Javi pinned you to the wall of the kitchen to kiss you and steal the breath from your lungs.

“Shall we take this upstairs?” His brows wiggled playfully and you couldn’t help but grin.

“We have the place to ourselves; we could stay here.”

“Patience, Solecita, I have plans for when I want to fuck you here in the main hall.”

You whimpered softly at his promise.

“Plans? I guess I can wait. Take me upstairs, Javi.”

He kissed you gently, making you smile against his mouth, and the two of you made your way to the West suite together. Every part of you was buzzing with anticipation, but Javi sat you on the bed and grinned as he stepped back. Music started playing and your brows shot up when you realized what he was doing, very slowly he was undoing the buttons on his shirt, hips swaying in time to the slowed down version of “Gimme More” by Brittney Spears.

You knew he could dance in a ballroom setting; he’d confessed to being enrolled in all sorts of classes to make sure he was the image of an upstanding young man, but you hadn’t really thought about the implication that he could dance. Javi wasn’t exactly graceful though, it wasn’t the smooth and sensual motions of someone who did this often, but it was charming and definitely had your focus regardless. Making sure you kept your eyes on the scene, licking your lower lip slowly enough to show him you were interested, it was easy to lean back on your hands and cross your ankles just to watch.

The delivery though, you were enjoying this a lot.

Each bit of his chest that was slowly revealed to you made you want to touch him, every freckle and flushed patch of skin a tease, his large fingers looking so much larger fiddling with the little shiny buttons and you chewed on your lower lip when he spun around and began sliding the unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders. His back was one of your favorite places to mark up, even now there was evidence along his shoulders where your nails had pressed into his skin and scraped a trail down as he thanked you for loving him in that blanket fort with slow and deep thrusts of his hips.

You were getting wetter and wetter with each bit of skin he revealed, each mark you’d left a reminder of every time he touched you and sent your body soaring into orbit, and his cheeky wink over his shoulder made you smile before the shirt fell to the floor to be forgotten. Kicked aside as he reached for the belt buckle, the soft clink of the metal buckle being loosened making you throb when he pull the leather strip out of each loop with ease and grace. An involuntary sound left you as he dragged his hand down that leather, thinking about the feeling of his driving gloves on your skin, and Javi clicked his tongue to draw your focus back to where he was now sliding his trousers down little bit by little bit.

Without a doubt you were flushing worse at the sight of him baring skin, he’d gone commando, and the tan fabric slid over his cute little butt; you wanted to pinch him again to break the electric tension in the room. Javi’s romance was real and silly and down to earth, this suave and intentional attack on your libido was making you feel flustered and like you were losing control of any chance to tease -and take care of- him rapidly.

He dropped his pants, making sure to bend over to pick them up and toss them aside, but in his attempt at being sexy he made a little bit of an error. The cabinet at the foot of the bed for the hidden TV had him doing his little dance on the side of the bed, which was on a very slightly elevated platform of its own, so one step forward onto the shirt he’d haphazardly kicked aside made him yelp when he lost his footing over the two inch drop he wasn’t ready for. You reached out and captured his wrist, pulling him right onto your lap and wheezing since he’d put a lot of his weight against you before you were ready.

You sat there for a minute before both of you erupted into giggles, with Javi playfully wiggling in your lap.

“Javi, I think it’s my turn.”

You pressed a kiss to his back, right where a long line of marks sat, and he wiggled again playfully before moaning when you reached one hand down to play with his quickly hardening cock.

“Alright, alright, I surrender Solecita.” The ‘a’ was drawn out when you used your thumb on the head of him, Javi captured your wrist and you pouted when he got up and took his place on the bed. Unlike him you were mindful of the drop and with a wink you held up a hand, sliding over to the walk-in closet to trade out the sensible shoes you’d chosen for walking around in to a pair of heels that you knew Javi liked.

You made sure to add some sway to your walk as you returned to where he could see you, finding a different song on his playlist, and the slowed down “Mr Saxobeat” set the pace. A glance over your shoulder as your hips swayed showed that Javi was watching you with those adorable puppy eyes of his. Like you’d hung the sun or pulled the stars from the sky for him, like he couldn’t get enough of you and damn if you didn’t feel like the luckiest woman on the planet.

With a hum your hips swayed to the music as you turned to walk toward him, playing with the hem of your top, and Javi’s throat bobbed as you paused right before the small step up and rocked your hips in time to the slowed beat. His grip on the blankets was tight as he held himself back from touching you, and you couldn’t help but bite your lip on a grin as you slowly raised the hem of your top while dancing for him.

Javi let out the softest whimper when you let the fabric fall again, hands cupping your own breasts and then sliding up as you rolled your head around and shimmied your body slowly. Eyes closing as your hands went up the sides of your face and then back down to your hips, catching your skirt hem in your thumbs and dragging it down just a bit.

“Solecita.” The barest whisper of his voice made you look at him, the way he was squeezing the base of his leaking cock, and you decided to show him mercy by sliding your hands back to undo the skirt clasp and letting it fall to the floor. You were mindful of not falling as you stepped over the fabric and bent to pick it up, showing off the wet spot on your underwear for Javi since you made sure to face away from him, and his little groan had you biting your cheek as you tossed your skirt making sure it wouldn’t be in the way.

Then you turned around, sliding the top off slowly in time to the song, and that was tossed too before you were strutting toward Javi and straddling his lap. His hands came up to hold your hips as he held you against him and sealed his mouth to yours, pulling your lace underwear down and making you keep your heels on before he flipped you onto your back and raised your legs so they were on his shoulders as he stood over you.

“Be a good girl, Solecita, be nice and loud for me.”

As if you could be quiet when he sank into your wet heat in a single stroke, so deep you swore he was in your throat.

You were sure that the neighbors could hear you with how loud you were.

Oh well, not your problem.

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mint-yooxgi · 1 year

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the idea of 8 demon entities drooling over you like that...brb i need a fucking minute. holy FUCK that was hot my head it SPINS. i love how much their desire was displayed, from the words of reverence and praise, to the more depraved parts like panty sniffing and just taking in scent like a bunch of hungry beasts like yes??? sign me the fuck up??? please the way jongho just makes himself into your throne and spreads your thighs with his while wooyoung kneels for his queen and the rest of them watch like that??? way too fucking hot for this world. my jaw literally dropped at some points the things you have these men saying make my damn brain short circuit. but also this????

“The added fact that you can feel their heated gazes on you, noticing how most of them begin to stroke themselves over their pants in time with your breaths has your stomach twisting in pleasure. Never have you ever felt so desired before in your entire life, and you wouldn’t want it any other way.What makes this moment all the more intense is the love you can see dripping within their eyes as they continue to stare at you. You can feel it in your bones: they don’t view you as some object to them, but as their equal. Always, and forever, you are theirs, just as much as they are yours.”

instant. NUUUUUUUUUT

also not mc telling hongjoong to keep the panties. idk but the thought of him getting off to them in his room over and over again is super fucking hot, especially if it’s a fantasy sequence like the one in the earlier part. idk panty sniffing demons are just hot

yea...yea i’m gonna need all the water to cool down after this chapter this was hot as all hell like nothing but

No, no, exactly! EXACTLY!!!!!!

Ehehehe, thank you so much, I'm so happy to know that you enjoyed the chapter!! Once I finally found the flow I had way too much fun writing it all out, so I'm glad others are enjoying it as much as I am!! I really wanted to emphasize the desire and desperation they all have for the OC, and I'm so glad it came through!

And lmaooo you just know Hongjoong indulged himself over and over again with that little gift from the OC hehehe perhaps I'll write another short little snippet of what he does as some point... ;)

Ehehehe, anyways, thank you so much for this and for reading!!! I’m so happy you enjoyed the chapter, and I cannot wait for you to see what happens next!!

#ask #literally the sweetest #omg #mutuals #Thank You #!!!#hehehe

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ashtraysystem · 1 year

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I take back anything good I've ever said about my design prof.

She got mad at the whole class bc a lot of us just didn't have time to do the fuck ton of thumbnails she asked us to do. I just plum forgot because I did other things for the same damn project, but something is better than nothing in my eyes. Hell most of this weekend was spent hyperfixating on snails and Hades, and resting. I can't exactly control what my brain says is the most important in that moment. I get frustrated trying to redirect my brain so I have to indulge in it until my brain finally has had enough. Sometimes thats just how it is.

But anyway she got mad at us and proceeded to treat us all like kids instead of the adults we are. She kept going off about "reality" and how "in the real world you won't be able to get away with this" yea well karen the "real world" doesn't expect me to do a gazillion hours of homework for all my classes at one time now does it? the real world treats me like who I am; an adult with my own volition and autonomy. A boss isn't going to fire me over a stupid thing like a thumbnail if I show I have been actively working on a project. Everyone forgets, everyone has things that are just a little bit more important, and if you can't understand that that is part of what makes us human then you don't deserve my thoughts. Mistakes are human, forgetfulness is human, being able to communicate is human, don't treat me like some dog that you expect to bark at your command.

Fucking Hell.

#cole🥾#xavier #cant do emojis rn bc im so pissed i did this on my laptop #vent #rant #school rant #school vent #humanity vent #humanity rant

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dekus-afro-pic · 2 years

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Mr. Boss Man

- Oneshot

Yakuzaboss!Bakugo Katsuki x Poc!FemReader

Tw: Cursing, Kidnapping (nothing bad happens though I swear), fluffy fluff, dead beat dad,

Summary: You’re apartment is raided and you’re taken away by one of Japan’s most powerful men. When face to face he reveals an unexpected surprise.

“Come on guys. Is the bag really necessary? I mean if you’re gonna kill me just do it” You rolled your eyes. This is so cliche. Big tall men, one with yellow hair and one with red, trashing your one-bedroom apartment just to put a paper bag over your head and stuff you in the backseat of their vehicle.

“Bosses orders” one of them snickered.

Ugh, just your luck. You just wanted to watch cartoons all night and now you’re being kidnapped by the yakuza. Great.

“My name y/n. My favorite color is f/c)” you smirked, trying to get on their nerves.

“Oh really? Mines yellow” the same one responded.

I guess he isn’t the brightest tool in the shed.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the abrupt stopping of the vehicle. Slamming of doors was heard from both sides before the one next to you slide open.

“A little warning would suffice” You grimace

“We should’ve gagged you” The one who hasn’t spoken all night finally indulged you.

Your feet left the ground as he carried you bridal style to wherever you were headed. Toying with the handcuffs that minimized your movement you failed to realize that the guy carrying you stopped walking.

“Denki get the key” He grunted.

Denki? As in Kaminari Denki?

“I’m not reaching in your back pocket man you get it”

“If I could reach it I wouldn’t have told you to get it dumb nuts”

The two of them were bickering for the next minute or so before you heard the door open and a new voice blasting your eardrums.

“WHY THE FUCK DOES IT TAKE YOU GUYS FOREVER TO DO A SIMPLE TASK”

“I was wondering the same thing,” You say bluntly, “now that we’re…wherever we are…can we lose the bag over my head?”

“I see you didn’t gag her” The rough voice strained. You felt a tug at your hair as someone pulled off the bag.

“Hey watch it. I just had wash day” you bit at nobody particular. Your eyes take forever to adjust to the lighting.

Once they did you took a look at your surroundings. You were in what looks like a fancy one-bed hotel. There was a canopy over the bed and rose petals everywhere. You finally get a good look at the men who were standing behind you watching as you took a look around the room.

“Oh, I was right. You are the infamous Kaminari Denki” You smiled pointing at the yellow one. You turn your attention to the other two “so you must be Kirishima Eijirō and Bakugo Katsuki”

“How are you not terrified that you’re in front of the most powerful man in Japan right now?” Kaminari gasped.

“She’s a decedent of one of the most well-known yakuza bosses,” Kirishima informed the electric blonde as he made his way towards you. He takes your hand in his and kisses your knuckles “It’s an honor to meet you”

“Oi. Get your hands off my wife shitty hair” Bakugo scowled breaking the two of you apart.

“Your wife?” You snorted, “You must have me confused. I’m not married”

“Not officially anyway. Your father sold you out” Bakugo informed you as he released your hands from the cuffs. “Now you belong to me”

“By the looks of it, you’re loaded, and not to mention you’re drop-dead gorgeous. I’m pretty sure women throw themselves at you left and right. So why the hell do you want me?” You ask while flopping down onto the rose-covered bed.

“I know you’re a high-class sniper for your grandfather’s clan even though you aren’t supposed to be fighting alongside them.” The man smirked, “one of the greatest in all of Japan”

“Yea so what?”

“So you’ll be useful around here. Unlike the yellow one” The yellow-haired man glared at the blonde as he took hold of your hand, lifting you from the bed.

“I don’t like how mean you are to my friend” you teased. Using your free hand to stroke Denki’s cheek “He’s trying his best. Aren’t youu”

You laughed at how the man’s face could rival the other's hair considering how red it is.

“Alright, enough of that” Bakugo growled, capturing your other hand in his causing you to face him. “So what do you say?”

“I don’t have much of a choice now do I?” You smiled at the man before you.

“Nope” he smirked.

“That’s fine with me Mr. Boss man. I wasn’t going to refuse even if you proposed the normal way”

#mha #mha bakugo x reader #mha fanfiction #mha headcanons #mha x reader #bnha fanfic #katsuki bakugo headcanons #katsuki bakugo imagine #bnha fanfiction #mha mafia au #katsuki bakugo x reader

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gojos-thot-patrol · 2 years

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Completely self indulgent Suguru x reader. little bit of Gojo X reader at the end

you stand out in your backyard, filled with spider lilies, and wonder how the fuck we got here?

Reader uses they/them pronouns, angst? yea imma go with angst. smoking (cigerattes) and alcohol use. other than that, no real triggers. word count:4184, oneshot. not proof read

Y/n did this often. Sat out in their backyard, enjoying the spider lilies. They didn’t plant them themselves. They had just kinda..sprouted one day, years ago, and had come back every year since. They didn’t know why they felt the need to tend to the lilies, but they did. It wasn’t particularly hard, water every now and then, maybe fertilize them if they were feeling especially green. Overall it was a small price to pay for a truly unbeatable place to sit and read.

Well, ok there was definitely more to it than that. Spider lilies represent final goodbyes. Maybe that's why the delicate red flowers always made them think of him. Suguru. They felt his ghost everywhere, and he wasn't even dead. You could hardly blame them though. It would be an understatement to say that he met the world to them at one point. And it was summer nights like this one, when the night air held the promise of a cool forgiving fall, that they often thought back to the day they met him.

The party was loud, and way way too hot. The fight to get to the back door was a brutal one, but a worthy one. Satoru was having a giant party to “mourn the death of summer.” Y/n had no clue how the hell they got invited, but they were and you could bet your sweet ass they weren’t about to waste the opportunity to get free alcohol. Finally, they had reached the door and had escaped the suffocating heat into the notably cooler outside air. Out here the party kept going, but at least everyone's body heat wasn't contained.

Y/n looked around the back yard, looking for something very specific. Nope not her…not him either…no, no, nooo AH HA. target acquired. They approached the tall man, taking note of his long hair and fairly sized gauges. He had a dangerous aura. Typically the type of guy that Y/N wouldn’t try to upset. But you see, this guy was special. This guy had a cigarette.

“Hey stranger, you sharing those?” Y/n asked, jumping on the same short wall the young man leaned against. He looked at this person curiously. Did he know them? He searched his brain for any sort of answer, and while it focused on that, he absent mindedly handed over the cancer stick. He had to know them. They looked familiar. Were they familiar? Were they common at Gojos parties? Why was he thinking so hard about this? Fuck. “Got a light?” The stranger on the fence asked him, smiling as they showed him the cigarette he had given them. Wait. “Why is your nose bleeding?” Suguru asked as he handed over his lighter.

They paused long enough to touch their upper lip and check their hand. Oh shit, they were bleeding. How did that happen?.. Oh, yeah! They grinned at the young sorcerer. “Some asshole spilt my drink on me and refused to apologize. Dick move, right? So I made him apologize.” Y/n grinned, lighting their cigarette up, clearly very pleased with themselves. “Looks more like he made you apologize.” Suguru noted, chuckling softly to himself about it. You shook your head. “Nahh, this ain't nothing, you should see the other guy.” you winked causing Geto to smirk. “Oh really now? Yea, I’m sure he's struggling so hard right now.” “He is!” you insisted.

“You know, violence isn’t always the answer, right?” Suguru asked, eyeing you up and down. You shook your head. “I beg to differ.” “What's your name?” Geto asked. He had to know who this spitfire was. “What's your name?” you asked back. “I asked you first.” “And I asked second.” Satisfied enough with his annoyed look, Y/n finally took pity on the admittedly handsome man. “It's Y/n.” Suguru smiled. That was a really pretty name. A pretty name for a pretty person. “I’m Sugru Geto.” he smiled, holding out his hand. You smirked and took it in a firm handshake. “How very formal of you, Mr.Geto.” “Please never call me that.” “I will exclusively only call you that from now on.” God, he hoped that was a bluff.

Wait. he was starting to remember this face, now that he had a name to go with it. “Hey, don’t you go to the Kyoto school?” Suguru asked, blowing smoke out from his lips. The perfect stranger before him shrugged, weirdly almost embarrassed now. “Yea, I did. It’s how I know Gojo, actually. We did our individual battles together last year, during the exchange event, ya know?” Suguru remembered now. He felt bad for them last year. He would have felt bad for anyone that had to go up against Gojo. But he remembered them putting up quite a fight, and lasting longer than anyone could have ever expected them too. It’s probably why Satoru took such interest in them.

“Oh yeaa, I remember that, '' he said out loud this time. “You did pretty good, I’m pretty sure we were all impressed with you.” He assured the person before him, who merely scoffed at his assertion. “Well, you shouldn’t have been. I lost. You guys shouldn’t be proud of failure.” You mumbled, still embittered by your perceived failure. It wasn’t fair, really it wasn't. You were doing phenomenally well in the group battle. Maybe that was why the higher ups put you up against the Satoru Gojo. Either way, it killed your momentum to lose, and it wasn’t fucking fair. But, fuck it, life wasnt fair.

“You didn’t fail.” Suguru scoffed. God, she was just like his best friend. Chasing for a version of perfection that was flat out unobtainable. “You managed to get more than a few hits in, and you didn’t die. Honestly, going up against Satoru, that's all anyone could have really asked of you.” He shrugged as he turned to lean his back up against the wall and look up at you. You looked at him and just shrugged, a cold blank face as you blew your smoke in his direction. “Agree to disagree.”

Suguru quickly decided that this person was fully something else. “The good news is, I’m probably going to get lots of practice in fighting him next year” You grinned, punching your fist into your palm. Geto looked up at you, a single eyebrow raised in curiosity as he got a good look at your face. “Oh? And what makes you say that?” He asked, hoping they didn’t plan to try and attack his friend. It would be a shame for him to have to reorganize such a pretty face. “I’m transferring to the Tokyo school this year. I assume you guys allow sparring. I hope you guys allow sparring.” Oh word? Safe to say he wasn’t expecting that, but it was a pleasant surprise.

“Oh yea? Well, I look forward to working with you then.” He grinned, putting out his cig on the wall and holding a hand out to you. “Come on. Let's go get a drink to celebrate your transfer to the better school.” He grinned. It was the start of a beautiful friendship, one that would develop over time into something more. He was so alive that night, partying until literal sun up and walking all the way home with you to make sure you were safe. You assured him you would be fine. He had no doubt you could handle your own, but it made him feel better to walk you home, and make sure you got in the door safe. You were drunk off your ass anyways. He made no move on you, even when you made a move on him. Which stood out to you to this day. His intentions really were just to make sure you were safe. You liked that.

Once the school year started, you two got even closer. Some of your favorite memories were staying up late at night, listening to old music in Getos dorm, staying up even later, long past when Satoru passed out, to just talk. He had the biggest music collection you had ever seen and was always excited to show it off. He almost always had a record you hadn’t heard before. And yes, they were actual fucking records. This hipster had a fucking record player. And you loved him for it. You didn’t even realize that you could get modern records on vinyl. But apparently, you could.

“I still can’t believe you haven't heard the arctic monkeys” He shook his head, chuckling to himself. Satoru was sound asleep on the floor, snoring softly into the pillow Geto had thrown down there for him. You and Suguru were propped up on the bed, him just listening to the music, you doodling in your notebook. “Hey, I never said I haven’t heard them, I said I haven't heard a lot from them, there's a difference,” you reminded him, sticking your tongue out at him. He chuckled again and shook his head. “I swear. I’m going to show you all the good music. Mark my words.” he vowed, turning to you.

“What are you drawing?” he asked, trying to peek into your book as you snatched it away. “Nothing!” you blushed. Oh, he had to know now. You never kept secrets from him. And you never reacted like that when he asked to see your art. A grin grew on his face. “That is not the face of someone drawing nothing. Come on, what is it?” he asked, trying to lean over to look. You held the book closer to your chest and shook your head. “No, really, it's really weird” you tried to insist. Sugurus' eyes got wide. “Oh my god, are you drawing porn?! Basically in public?!” he laughed. Oh that was too good.

Now it was your turn for your eyes to get wide, then angry as you gently whacked him with the book. “No, I'm not drawing porn you pervert!” you scoffed, shaking your head. “Then why won't you show me? Come on Y/n, I thought we didn’t keep secrets from each other?” he pouted to you. You sighed. He was right. All 3 of you had made that promise, to never keep secrets from each other, no matter how major or minor. They reluctantly handed the book over. He flipped to the most recent padge, and his devilish grin changed. It went from mischievous to something more..flattered?

“You drew me?” He asked. It was him from tonight, from multiple angles. A quick doodle of him doing homework at the start of the night, him taking his bun down, and a very quick doodle of him and Satoru arguing over the music choice of the night. The one that had the most detail though, was a closeup of him just, listening to the music, a soft smile on his face. Eyes sleepy but comfortbe. They were all really good, but the almost loving amount of detail and care put into that one made him blush. “Yea, so what?” you muttered. If he thought he was blushing he should have seen your cheeks. “Do you have a problem with it?”

“Not at all.” he assured you, finally looking at you with the same smile you had drawn on him moments before. “They're actually really good. But, why draw me though?” He asked, curiosity filling his voice. He couldn't fathom being the subject of your art. He was nothing special, so why him? You shrugged as you finally made eye contact with him. “I dunno, I mean..I just kinda draw stuff that I like.” You muttered, shrugging your shoulders. Geto felt his heart flutter.

“Oh. Well, I like you too.” He muttered, handing you back your book. Your face felt like it was on fire. Was that a confession?! Shit, was yours a confession?! Were you over-thinking this?? It felt like you were overthinking this. Subconsciously you had moved up on the bed to be closer to him, and had all of the sudden become all too aware of your proximity to the shaman. He bit his lip. Was he nervous?

He was. He really was. Suddenly, Do I Wanna Know came on the record. “This song kinda makes me think of you, you know?” he said, glancing at your mouth for all of a second. He was hoping he was making himself clear. But, he for sure was not. But, you two had become comfortable enough with each other for you to know. “Yea?” you asked softly. He nodded. “It does.” you confirmed. Suguru took that as his permission to do what he had wanted to do since that party, and caught your lips in a kiss.

He tasted like mint and cigarettes. A combination that would have tasted horrible on anyone but him. He was gentle, and slow at first. Tenderly pulling you closer to him. As you leaned into the kiss though, matching his energy he got more aggressive, pulling you into his lap, a hand coming up to the back of your head to keep you as close to him as possible. His tongue entered your mouth and his taste became stronger. You moved your face closer to his. He was as addictive as those cigarettes you both loved.

You both pulled apart as your laughs started to scream, both breathing deeply and staring into eachothers eyes. “So..you’re mine, right?” he asked, chuckling softly. “What the hell are you two doin’ up there? Do I need ta go?” Satoru asked groggily, stretching out on the floor. Ghetto blushed a different kind of blush as you laughed awkwardly. He threw a pillow at the white haired sorcerer. “Perv!” he accused. Satoru laughed and caught the pillow, adding it to the one he already had. “You guys are cute together.” he winked, getting comfortable on his floor again.

When you closed your eyes, you could still see the light in his eyes that night. Hear the song he had in his heart. It made watching the decline hurt that much more. You loved Geto, but you weren't sure how cut out he was to be a sorcerer. The more curses he had to eat the further withdrawn he became. You’d asked him once how they tasted. He just grimaced and shook his head. You could have sworn you heard him say ‘Vomit” softly. He shrugged it off and took you into his arms. “It doesn't matter. I’d much rather taste you.” He’d mutter. He refused to talk about it.

You had all promised one another that you wouldn't keep secrets, but he did. He started to keep his own feelings so much more guarded. He wasn't as proud to be a sorcerer as he once was. Not even music brought him the same joy as it used to. The only time you could see remnants of your old Suguru was when you were tangled in eachothers arms. And even that was fleeting. You were begging him to let you back in, and instead he just got more guarded.

Then he snapped. You remember when the news came back to you. 112 people. Dead. and he was at fault. Suguru, your Suguru. Your sweet, borderline pacifist, gentle and caring boyfriend. Suguru had killed 112 people. You felt your stomach drop out of you, and vomit threatened to climb up your throat. Gojo had to catch you to keep you from collapsing to the ground. “I’m so sorry Y/n…” he muttered into your ear, tears filling his own voice. He couldn't grasp it either. This wasn't his best friends doing, it couldn't have been, it had to be some sort of monster that took his face.

“No…no, Satoru, this isn't right.” you begged him to understand. “Sug would never do that! Never ever, you have to know that!” your words fell out more frantically as you looked into your best friend's ocean eyes, looking for a lie. Some sign of jest, or this being a particularly fucked up joke. It had to be right? Right?! It wasn't. He simply shook his head. “Our orders are to kill-” “No. No Satoru, I can’t. I cant fucking do that, how could you expect me to?!” you cried. How could this be happening?! How could you let this happen?! You knew he was struggling, why didn’t you push harder to help?!

“I know. I know Y/n, no one expects you too. At least I don't.” Gojo sighed through a shaky breath. He held you close and soothed your hair. He wasn't sure he could either, honestly. Kill Suguru Geto on sight? This had to be some fucked up nightmare. “I think you may wanna take a break..” Gojo muttered to you, concern filling his voice. He was going to be more delicate with you now, you could feel it in his movements. Hear it in his voice. Could you blame him? He already lost one friend. He couldn't lose two. “I’m sure Yaga will understand..” you simply nodded, but, in your heart you knew you didn’t need a break. You needed a drink.

You were at your family home before the end of the night. Alone, sadly as your parents had to take a business trip elsewhere. Or, maybe not so sadly cause it met you were able to raid the booze cabinet with no worries. The pain in your heart felt heavy. You went out to the backyard, a bottle of vodka clenched in your hand as you sat in the plush grass. God what you wouldn’t give to see him one more time..

“Y/n…” You take it back. Just hearing his voice made you want to scream. You objectively did not wish to see him again.”Why the fuck are you here?” you meant for that to sound aggressive, but, really it just sounded broken. It made his heart ache. He never meant to hurt you. He just couldn’t take it any more. He approached you slowly, like you were an injured deer. You hated it. “I came to get you…” he said softly. He looked so tired. Well fuck him, you were tired too. “What the fuck are you talking about?” you asked, taking a step away. He didn't honestly expect you to go with him. Did he? “I know what you did!” you yelled at him. It was dirty. You threw it right at him like a corpse. “I know you do.” he scoffed, “I assumed you’d be one of the first to know. Do you know why I did it though?”

Ok, he had you there. They had kept the details fuzzy, probably on purpose. “..why?” you whispered out to him. “They wanted me to kill kids Y/n. kids. They had them in cages, two sorcerers, just like us. And do you know why? Because they blames those kids for all the problems their fucked up, corrupt little villiage was having.” oh shit, that was kinda solid. One hundred and twelve people. Dead. you shook your head. “That's not a reason to kill 112 people, Geto. Thats a reason to break the kids out and run, not commit a mass fucking murder!” you snapped. He rolled his eyes.

“Oh, please Y/n, aren't you the one always saying sometimes violence is the answer? I’m pretty sure I learned that from you.” fuck, he had you there too. “Well aren't you the one always saying that there's too much violence in the world?!” you snapped back. “What happened to the strong must protect the weak?! Huh? What the fuck happened to that Suguru?!” “I did! I protected those kids!” he snapped back at you, before rubbing his face. Why wasn't he expecting a fight? He should have expected this.

“This world isn’t made for us Y/n.” he said suddenly, all too calmly for what the situation called for. “It’s made against us. Don't you think it’s a little fucked up that we’re expected to work for these people for forever? Jump when they say jump, bow when they say bow, and protect them at all costs, including the costs of our lives, when they don’t even feel the need to treat us with basic respect? When they feel like they can treat us like we're curses when literally all we’re doing is protecting them. Thats a little fucked up, right?” he sighed. He’d been noticing it so much lately. Everytime he had to choke down a disgusting curse for some ungrateful bastard that looked at him like he was sum. It made him sick.

You stayed quiet. You didn’t know what to say. You shook your head aggressively to shake his words out. “No, im sorry, mass murder is wrong.” “Y/n, be rational. You’re the one that's saying it’s our job to make a world that's better for the future generations. That’s all I want to do. Make a world that's better for you, Satoru, me, our future kids..” “You have no right to bring up a future you threw away Suguru.” you hissed at him, hatred dripping from your voice. It stung him. It stung him a lot. “I didn’t throw anything away! I’m trying to secure it! Who gives a shit if a few maggots die if it means we get to thrive in the future?!” he growled, trying to control his temper.

It was only then that it really hit you what he was suggesting. “Geto,,are you suggesting we kill all non sorcerers?” you asked, the disgust evident on your face. He didn't have to answer. “Geto, that’s fucking textbook eugenics.” that feeling of vomit was creeping up your throat again. How was this the same man you fell in love with? The same man that held you so tenderly every night, and professed his love. The man that swore to you he was going to show you all the good music, and all the beautiful things life had to offer. How the fuck was this the same man that had somehow convinced you to love yourself?

“Get out, leave!” you yelled, finally losing it, tears of anger, sadness, and fear rolling down your face. “My orders are to kill you onsight and you're so fucking lucky I used to love you. Get the fuck off my lawn before I exorcize you like the fucking curse you are!” you yelled, your rage taking over and cursed energy rolling off you in waves.

Geto realized this was a losing battle. He’d lost you. For now, at least, “Fine. Fine, I’ll fucking go!” He snapped. “But I’m coming back for you darling. Once I finally make a world that is objectively better than the hellscape we’re in now, I’m coming back for you. Don't worry baby, I promise there won't be any hard feelings about tonight.” he said as he left. “If you do, I promise I won't hesitate to kill you on the spot!” you screamed at his back as he left. He was gone as quick as he came. And the moment he was out of ear shot, you crumpled into a mess of tears, mourning the man you had once loved so fucking much.

The spider lilies started growing in that very spot the very next summer. It was with them you sat now, tears in your eyes as you remembered the man that you had trusted the most, and the man that had let you down the hardest. Your parents we’re long since gone, leaving you with the house and the lilies to take care of. It was just you in that house now. “Y/n?”

Oh, and him. Gojo had moved in a few months back, mostly to keep an eye on you. He had become insanely protective of you since what he referred to as the incident. You couldn't blame him. You just hated that his eyes had the same look Sugurus did when they looked at you, before everything went to hell. “Y/n how long have you been out here?” he asked from the back door, making his way over to you. “I’ve been looking for you for hours” he muttered as he kneeled next to you.

You forced a smile to him. “Oh really? Damn, I must have really lost track of time.” you laughed, taking his hand as he helped you up. “Yea, you really did.” he chuckled, shaking his head. “You really like these flowers for some reason.” he muttered more to himself than you. He hated them personally. They made his heart ache and he didn’t even know why. You just shrugged. “I dunno. They just remind me of simpler times, I guess? I don't know” you shrugged.

He chuckled softly at you and shook his head. “Well, come on inside. Dinners done.” he grinned, proud of himself for cooking for the two of you. You grinned “oh hell yea!” you laughed as you followed him inside, taking one last look at the lilies, before closing the door.

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Down by the River

Dad!Lee Bodecker x Reader. 3rd POV. Word Count: 5.8k.

Spin-off to 'Got Any Candy?’

Summary: A little trip out of the county finally gives Lee and his wife some alone time.

Content: established relationship, domestic life, Lee is a good dad, fluff, tiny moments of angst, smut (18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI), semi-public sex, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, creampie.

The baby turned out to be a boy.

Y/n was hoping for a girl, but Lee got his son — the spitting image of him. He acted just like his father too; trying to boss his mother around until she gave him one look that made him cut it out. Surprisingly, that look began to work more and more on Lee than Y/n had expected.

It took her a very long time to find her sense of self in this relationship. What helped her the most was how much Lee had gotten softer over the years, completely sobering up both figuratively and literally. Being a parent was harder than his job as the sheriff and it was kicking his ass, but every second was so rewarding.

Even though all of this was his plan, he worried about what kind of father he would be. He didn't really know his father growing up; hell, he didn't know him at all. Lee knew he wasn't going to run out on the kid, but he feared work would get in the way or become too dangerous. And his insecurities about himself as a person made him really question if he could be a good father. When he saw Y/n with that tiny little baby in her arms, her face stained with tears and the most genuine look of happiness in her eyes that he had ever seen thus far, everything he believed about the world was shattered. Someone so small and innocent was his and he had to protect them.

But he was good at it.

Y/n was surprised by how natural he seemed to be around their baby who was once so tiny Lee was scared to hold him. That was his baby, his boy. He'd harm anyone who tried to hurt him.

Just like Lee has softened up, Y/n learned to loosen up too. The look of contempt in her eyes had disappeared a long time ago and Lee was grateful for it even if he was unsure if she really loved him. She never says it. The only time he has heard her say "I love you" was to her brother, nephew, or their son. He doesn't force her to say it to him because he knows he's got her. She doesn't say it but Lee likes to believe she shows it through her actions. She wouldn't have said, "I want another baby," if she didn't feel something for him.

Lee was more than happy to give her that second baby. Little Lee was walking and talking when his momma asked daddy to have another baby. Maybe her hormones were out of whack, but there was something about that particular day when she walked in on Lee holding their sleeping son in his arms while rocking him and humming a small tune, she wanted to be carrying his child again.

He couldn't say no to her when she cornered him in their bedroom that night. She had this wild look in her eye and the nastiest words escaped her lips as he filled her up with everything he had. He had never seen that insatiable side of her, but he did not complain at all.

It took a little more than one time for them to conceive, but that was the fun part of trying. Everything felt raw and intense as he fucked her; kissing her skin and whispering "I love you" into it.

She became a whole new person when she indulged in the way he spoiled her body. She would cling to him for dear life and look him right in the eyes as he claimed her as his once again. The soft call of his voice on her lips and her tongue darting across the skin of his neck made him her slave. He'd do anything for her.

"Lee."

"Yea?"

"I wanna get out of the house."

"Okay, and?"

"You promised me a vacation, Lee."

Y/n smoothed down the unruly hairs on Charlotte's head when her husband finally looked at her. He had come home for his lunch break and wanted to see his wife instead of stopping by that new diner that opened up by the station. Of course he rolled by the school Junior attends just to make sure everything was fine. He's in second grade and it was still hard for Lee to see him off every morning. Y/n already knows he's going to be a wreck when his little girl has her first day of school. She's so clingy that she'll probably cry when she's separated from her mom and dad.

"Did I really?"

Lee tries to play stupid but they've had this conversation many times before, in the recent past too. Y/n always found the air around Brewer Heights too stiff. She had grown up near the river and remembered having so much fun skipping stones with her brother. It's lovely living here, but all they've got is similar looking houses and perfectly manicured lawns. It seems like it would be no fun for a kid, and she wants hers to have the same kind of fun she did as a child.

Lee on the other hand had been putting it off. Y/n wanted to go to the Carolinas and go to one of those fancy beaches. He loves his kids, but when he talked about taking a trip he meant just for him and Y/n. They've been married for almost a decade and have yet to do something for their anniversaries. Y/n always said no to any and all plans on that day. September 19th had been soured for her for a long time until she found out she was pregnant with their little girl on that day. The resentment for that day melted away, but she still said no to Lee's plans. She just thought it was too much, too fancy for her liking. Plus those kids are attached to her hip, she couldn't leave them behind.

"Yes you did. And the kids have been asking me about taking a trip too! Isn't that right Charlie?"

His girl looks up at him with big eyes before reaching up at him and grabbing at him with a little fist.

"Pick me up daddy!"

Lee sighs, but he walks over to where his two girls are sitting and grabs Charlotte from Y/n's arms. He grunts as he bends over to pick her up. She's only 4 but Lee is getting up there in age.

Lee highly doubts that Charlotte even knows what "taking a trip" means. Y/n's just using their little girl to butter Lee up; and it's working.

"Do you wanna go on vacation, sweet girl?" She nods her head before wrapping her tiny arms around his neck and resting her head against his chest. She's been fussy lately and has been wanting her father more than usual.

"I wanna go see Mickey Mouse."

"Aww, not this time bean," Lee plops onto the couch next to Y/n who was watching the two interact with adoration in her eyes. She knows he'd love nothing more than to see Charlotte's face light up seeing the characters she watches on TV. "But I promise we'll go. All four of us. Me, you, your brother and mommy."

Charlotte isn't too happy with the answer but she doesn't give him any lip.

"As for you," he turns his attention to his wife," A trip to Myrtle Beach is out of the question. But, we can go to Cincinnati and visit the Ohio River. How does that sound, princes?"

The glint in his eyes and smirk playing on his face was meant to tease Y/n. She didn't think Lee is going to budge on the Carolinas trip at the moment so she'll take what she can get.

"How close are we?"

"30 more minutes, Junior."

Lee loaded up the car with his kids, Y/n's nephew, and everything they would need for a quick day trip and the five of them were heading to Cinci before 10 am. He wasn't able to plan something too fancy in the short amount of time he had, but the kids were restless to get to their destination.

Y/n sure was beaming knowing she was able to somewhat have her way. Just on Wednesday she was pouting and using their child to make Lee take them somewhere nice, and now they're heading to the riverfront. Cincinnati was no Myrtle Beach, but she just wanted to get away from their town. Lee knew a nice little spot from years ago that was nice for a picnic and fishing trip. He packed three fishing pools so he could teach Junior how to fish.

These were the moments he had been looking forward to when his son was just an infant; teaching him all the things Lee had to learn on his own.

"Momma I'm hungry."

Y/n dug through the small bag of snacks (that she kept in the front seat with her so the kids couldn't devour the candy in a matter of seconds — two out of three of them are Lee's children after all) before reaching back to give Charlotte a few pretzels. This was the longest car ride the kids have been on, and they were surprisingly well-behaved. There was a little mishap where Charlotte swatted her brother for taking the grape juice box she wanted, but Lee had told them to cut it out and they haven't argued since.

Those last few minutes came to end and Lee was parking the family car near the entrance of the riverfront. It hadn't changed a bit and he was somewhat excited to share a piece of his path with his little family.

Y/n got out of the car and stretched her legs before getting Charlotte out of her carseat. Junior hopped out of the car and was ready to run down to the river. Y/n only sees her son this excited on Christmas mornings.

"Can you walk baby? I gotta help daddy." Y/n was half-expecting her daughter to throw a fit, but she nodded her head and let her mother put her down.

Lee grabbed the fishing poles and cooler while Y/n grabbed the bag of food and blankets. With everything out of the car, the boys were running towards the water while Charlotte stumbled over her feet trying to keep up with them.

"I'm gonna fish with the boys first."

"Okay, but please keep an eye on Charlotte. I see sand and there is no way she's going to want to stay with me while I set up if she can be making sandcastles instead."

"I'll make sure she plays where I can see her. Everything will be fine, don't worry."

Lee caught up with the kids while Y/n found a good spot on the grass. There was no one else here; Lee wasn't lying when he said it was secluded. She almost thought they weren't allowed to be here, but there were no signs saying otherwise. It wasn't a fancy place, but Y/n had to admit that it was perfect. They picked a great day to come too. The sun was high in the sky and beaming down on her skin. It was a hassle to get sunscreen on everyone before they left, but Y/n knew they were going to be happy about not having to deal with any sunburnt skin.

After setting up it was time to go find where the kids and her husband had gone off to. She followed the sound of their voices until they were within sight.

"I'm making a castle mama!" Her daughter cried out once she spotted her.

"Really? You're so talented sweetheart!"

The "castle" in question was just a lump of wet sand with a few rocks on top of it. Charlotte had been in love with sand since she was two years old. Y/n's brother and wife had a little sand pit for the kids and much to Y/n's horror at the time, the little girl loved throwing it everywhere. Lee was laughing at the mess she was making because he knew he wasn't going to be the one to clean her up that night.

Lee was talking to the boys about the new fishing poles Lee had bought specifically for this trip. Y/n's nephew knew what he was doing from the trips he had been on with his father. Y/n smiled while watching them. She didn't want to interrupt them, especially since Lee looked as if he was on cloud nine.

"Let's go eat, okay?" She says to her daughter in a hushed voice.

"I wanna play mama.""

"After we eat, okay?"

Charlotte was hesitant but she ended up nodding her head and taking Y/n's hand. She babbled about what kind of sandcastles she was making the entire way back to their picnic set up. Y/n was listening intently and responding to her even when her sentences weren't making any sense.

Her eyes lit up at the sealed sandwiches and treats her mother packed laying on the blanket m. She plopped herself down and went to grab something to eat before Y/n stopped her.

"Aht aht baby, let me clean your hands first."

Her hands were messy from the wet sand covering them. Out of her two kids, Charlotte was the messier one which was surprising to Y/n. Junior was a bit of a neat freak, the total opposite of his father who still kept leaving candy wrappers in his car and various places around the house all these years later.

Now with clean hands, Charlotte grabbed whatever looked appetizing to her. Y/n knew she was going to eat quickly just so she could get back. In just two minutes she was declaring, "finished mama!" She had eaten her sandwich except for the crust which made Y/n frown, but she didn't feel like fussing with her daughter about this habit.

"Alright, let's go make some sandcastles." Her daughter is teeming with excitement.

Y/n joins her down by the river to make those castles she's been talking so much about. She can overhear Lee telling their son how to use his fishing pole. Y/n wishes she had her camera with her, but she's sure the image of the father and son will never leave her mind.

She's lucky; she really is. This could have turned out awful, but it wasn't. All Lee wanted to do was be a good father to their kids and keep her comfortable. She didn't have to work and she didn't have to face any hardships. Sure, she really wanted freedom when she was a younger girl, but she wouldn't trade that for their kids.

"Hey baby, do you think you can play by yourself? Do you think you can be a big girl and stay away from the water and stay by your dad and brother?" Charlotte just nods, too preoccupied by the mushy sand in her hands to look up at Y/n. Y/n sighs at her girl before kissing her forehead.

Y/n walked back alone, the sounds of her husband's voice and bait hitting the water getting quieter as she walked away. After the long winter they had, and the tiny bump in the road Y/n and Lee had with Junior having some problems at school, it was nice to get out of the house. She knows her husband is going to cave someday and take their family to the Carolinas' for a real vacation, but she appreciates his efforts. She can't help but smile at how he changed his work schedule around so he could take this day off. He's the sheriff so it doesn't take much to get what he wants, but she still finds herself swooning at the man who does anything for his family.

She brought along a few extra blankets and rolled one up to use it as a pillow. With everything feeling just right, she lays down and lets the sun warm her skin. It's coming right down on her so she closes her eyes to protect. She isn't sure how much time has passed since she began to doze off for a little while. The sound of nature being still calmed her and she slipped into a lull.

The sun is strong today, bright in her eyes even with them closed. That is until the brightness darkens.

"Don't you look cute."

Lee's stark voice made her open her eyes to see Lee blocking the sun and looking down at her.

"Shouldn't you be teaching your son how to fish?"

"He's a natural like his father; he's already gotten the hang of it. Now it's time for me to spend some time with my wife."

There was that stupid smile on his face that Y/n wanted to wipe off of his face. He can be so smug sometimes, but she ends up smiling along with him these days. She sits up and notices the bucket he's holding with two fish inside.

"Hey, you actually caught something!" The disbelief in her voice is hard to ignore. He smirks and sets the bucket further away from them.

"Jeez honey you don't have to be so encouraging."

He sits down next to her on the blanket. He attempts to stick his hand in the basket but she slaps his hand away. He can be just as negligent and carefree as their children sometimes.

"Clean your hands first, Bodecker." She thrusts a packet of towelettes towards him which he takes with a sigh.

"You know you're something else right?"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

He wipes his hands down while eyeing her, looking her up and down.

"Nothing," he says, passing the conversation quickly. He pauses for a second and hears the faint sounds of the kids talking. They must be taking a break from fishing and closer to them, but they can't see the kids from where they're stationed.

"Did Charlie tell you about her sandcastles?"

"She sure did. I was down there with her for a little bit, but you were preoccupied being father of the year with your son to notice."

The title made a huge grin appear on his face. He knows she's trying to poke fun at him, but hearing those words come out of her mouth makes him swell with pride. All he wants to be is a good father to his kids.

"Yeah? And what are you doing here alone? Why don't you come join us?"

"After the week we had, momma needs her alone time."

Lee reminisces on said week. Junior got in trouble with his teacher while Charlotte hurt herself playing outside. As much as the job he has gives him and his family security, it takes him away from his family too. Y/n had called him and he could hear his daughter crying over her voice. He could imagine her tear-stained face and it hurt him not to be there to comfort her. It hurt to not be there for his wife who was struggling while he was working.

"But you did good. You're a good momma."

Y/n feels comforted by his words even though she already knows it; but just like Lee needs affirmations of his job as a parent, so does she.

"That's why I wanted to get you out of the house one day, but I was hoping it was going to be without the little ones. Just me and you," he speaks almost as if he's shy. Maybe he's just so used to her saying no that he's waiting to be rejected.

"You know how I feel about leaving the kids for longer than a day." She doesn't mean to pout, but one forms on her lips and Lee brings his hand to her face and strokes her cheek with his thumb. She leans into his palm while giving him puppy dog eyes that are just begging for that family trip. Lee laughs, but he's completely enamored by her.

"When Junior gets out of school next year we can take that trip you want as long as you promise to let me take you somewhere before this Summer ends."

Y/n was hesitant but the deal was too enticing not to take it.

"Fine. But we can't go far, and the kids are going to stay with my brother."

"It's a deal, brat," he pokes at her. Her eyes lit up when she realized she was going to get her way. But, it's not like Lee doesn't get anything out of the deal.

As Lee finishes up his lunch, Y/n lays back down, heart full with content. This is the most peace she's had in a while and it shows on her face as she relaxes into the blanket. Lee hates to disturb her peace, but she looks so good. There are notable changes in her appearance from her early 20s; some caused by having two kids, and the rest caused by getting older. As much as he held authority over her, he's surprised she never tried to leave him. He doesn't know much about the girl she was before him, but she must've been ambitious and hasty to have answered that ad in the newspaper. It was not the ideal way for him to go, but how could he judge himself when these were the results?

Two rough hands are placed on the bare skin of Y/n's legs and her eyes shoot open. Lee was spreading her legs apart with that glint in her eyes that she was too familiar with.

"What are you doing?"

"You look so sexy just laying there. You shouldn't try to tempt me like that in public," his voice is teasing.

Y/n looks further down and sees the bulge in his pants. She huffs at how aroused he gets over simple things, but it has been sometime since they've had sex. Yet, Y/n is hesitant, knowing that they run the risk of getting caught if she gives into the hands now traveling up the skirt of her dress and rubbing her thighs. Those kids are having the time of their life down by the river though, they're not coming back any time soon.

"Yea?" She sits up so her face is closer to his. They're so close that he just wants to kiss her. He can't stop staring at her lips and he almost whimpers. Lee's not a submissive man, but god does have he found his weaknesses in his wife. "You think compliments and sweet words are going to get me to fuck you here?"

"No, but I bet that wet pussy is enough motivation for you to let me in that pussy."

Y/n's skin begins to heat up, and it's not because of the sun. He can be so crass when he gets horny, but she's learned to enjoy it.

"Lee, we'll get caught."

"Not if we are quick."

He always has an answer for everything.

That smug grin on his face knows that Y/n is going to let him do whatever he wants; especially since his hands are now closer to her sex.

"Just let me get a taste of you. Please, sweet thing?"

Y/n slightly nods her head and her husband is already grabbing at her panties. He pulls them off of her completely before lowering himself and crawling under her dress. Y/n propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at him despite only being able to see the outline of him. The wet kisses to her thighs makes her groan, sweet music to Lee's ear.

"Oh god Lee," she cries out when she feels his tongue against her folds. Bliss spreads throughout her body as her husband's tongue rolls over her clit. He was more hungry for her than he was for his lunch.

His fingers dig into her hips as he buries his face deeper into her cunt. Y/n knows she shouldn't moan too loudly, but she just can't help it. His saliva mixes with her arousal and it slides down the crack of her ass. Lee's tongue moving against her is loud and lewd in her ears. The smell and taste of her leaves him feeling heady.

"Don't stop baby." She rests her hand on the back of his head and pushes him further into her as he eats her out with abandon. Through half-shut eyes she can see him looking at her intently like he always does. She squirms under his gaze, always heavy yet making her melt.

His tongue applies more pressure to her clit each time he moves it. She begins panting and crying his name, his favorite sound in the world. He takes her clit into his mouth and sucks on the flesh as loud as he can so she can hear what he's doing to her; how hard he's going to work to get her to cum. He hums at the sweetness of her. She can't bury his face any deeper inside of her, they've already filled all the gaps.

"Lee."

Her voice trails off on the last letter of his name. His arms snake around her thighs to keep her in place before she starts spasming. His fat tongue lays flat against her clit. He can feel it pulsing against his wet tongue. Once again his lips around her clit, but her reaction is different this time. She whines for him as expletives fall from her lips. He can feel her thighs trembling against him. He growls against her pussy like a hungry animal, sending a jolt through her.

"Just like that Lee. Please don't stop," she begs with desperation.

Her stomach rises and falls as her husband flicks his tongue over her swollen clit. If his mouth wasn't attached to her sex he'd be telling her that she's his "good slut" and how bad he just wants to see her cum. But, now he can only show her that she needs to cum all over his tongue. The faster he moves his tongue, the more she cries for him. He catapultes her to an orgasm. The sweet noise she makes when she cums resounds throughout his brain. The tight grip on his head keeps him in place; but it's not like he was going to pull away from her anyway.

He takes his time to clean up the mess he's created, avoiding her sensitive clit and running tongue along her slick folds. Her hand is no longer on his head as she lazily lets it fall on the blanket beneath her body. She's staring up at the vast sky, a few clouds floating by as they make shifts in various shapes.

He climbs from underneath her dress. He's out of breath and his face is glistening with her arousal, but that doesn't stop him bending down to feverishly kiss his wife. Y/n kisses him back with the same energy. The taste of herself on his lips doesn't deter her, in fact it turns her on and makes her moan into the kiss.

Lee begins to fumble with his belt. He's so hard that it almost hurts to be straining so much in his pants.

"Want you on top," he pants. Y/n's body feels like jelly, but she finds the strength to move because she's desperate to have him inside of her.

Lee laid on the blanket where her body was once. Y/n straddles his legs and helps him out of pants. He's so hard, pre-cum wetting the tip of his cock. Y/n gives him a few strokes which makes him groan, but she isn't about to tease him when she's just as needy as him. She lifts herself and sinks onto his cock with a sigh. Lee's cock curves at the perfect angle.

"Pussy is so tight girl." If it feels this good for him, then it must feel like heaven for her.

His hand sneaks under her dress and he grabs a handful of the ass that has gotten much fuller over the years due to her carrying his two kids. Her body is not as nubile as it was when she was younger, but Lee has changed too over the years and he loves that they're getting older together.

Lee grabs onto her hips as Y/n begins to bounce up and down on him. She starts off slowly, almost agonizingly slow, but she just wants to feel all of him. The cock spearing through her is so thick and always makes her gasp when it slides into her.

"Look at you...all bent out of shape for me. Been waiting for this dick all week, haven't you?" Y/n can only nod, but Lee wants to hear her weak voice. "Use your words girl."

"I needed you so bad Lee," she whines. He feels a tinge of guilt knowing she didn't just need him to fuck her, she needed him to be there for his family more.

Lee starts to drive up into her, her eyes falling shut and mouth parting to let out breathless whimpers. "I'm here now baby. Daddy's here now."

Y/n feels warm throughout her entire body. Lee's cock was so deep and unrelenting when it came to fucking her. She was on top yet he had all the control. He curses every time the head of his cock hits her cervix; she also tightens around him every time he does so.

"Put your hands on my chest."

Lee was feeling a little bit lazy out in this heat and he needed Y/n to pick up the slack. She leans forward and her palms are placed against the white cotton of his t-shirt. The harder she rides him, the louder their skin slapping together is. It makes Lee feel delirious to feel and hear how wet she is. Her mess coats her thighs and most likely his jeans too. Her pretty pussy is gushing around.

"That's it princess, such a good girl. Always been my good girl." Lee pushes himself up to kiss Y/n's jawline. Her louder whimpers and tightening walls indicate that she's getting closer. "Love this pussy so much. Love you so much," Lee whines breathlessly.

Y/n is at a loss for words from the cock she's fucking herself on. Lee's words drive her crazy and make her feel wanted. He's in love with every inch of her. He reaches up and gropes her tits through her dress. He wishes she was fully undressed so he could see them bounce. She has a little scar on her right nipple from when she was breastfeeding a teething charlotte. He knows exactly where it is as he runs his fingers over it even though she's clothed. Her nipples poke through the dress she's wearing.

"Lee," she whines.

"Gonna cum for me? Need you to keep it tight so I can cum princess," he says through gritted teeth. He buries his head into the blanket and closes his eyes as he gets lost in the sounds and feeling of her cumming pussy. She grabs a fistful of his shirt as she continues to ride him despite how overwhelming her orgasm is. She can't get enough of his thick cock and wants to keep him inside forever

She feels his cock pulsating and twitching inside of her; her favorite feeling in the world.

"I want you to cum Lee. Please please please cum for me," she begs.

Lee thought about pulling out of her and painting her face with his cum or just shooting his load in her mouth, but the warmth of her pussy was too enticing to leave. It feels so sinful yet he can only be what he believes heaven is.

He cries out as ropes of cum coat his wife's walls. She can feel the sticky substance shooting deep inside of her. Lee is beneath her groaning in a fit of passion. His moans always get all high-pitched when he cums hard. Y/n loves the sounds he makes when he cums, when he's too lost in the pleasure of her warm pussy to care about anything else in the world.

They slowly bring their movements to a halt and Y/n is sated on top of him. That familiar, smug smile begins to spread across his face meaning he's finally gotten what he wanted. He's fully satisfied.

"So good baby," he coos while reaching up to stroke her cheek. His skin is a delicate pink color from the activity they just finished doing.

Lee sits up with Y/n still in his lap and on his cock. He wraps his arms around her and kisses her a bit innocently for her pussy to be still warming her cock.

"I missed your body," he says between kisses, "I missed you." The first thing he's doing when he gets to the station on Monday morning is changing his schedule around to be with his family more for the week.

"I missed you too Lee."

Y/n wraps her arms around his neck and pulls him even closer to her body. She isn't sure how long they've stayed like this, but their time together was interrupted by the faint voices of their children.

"C'mon momma, let me clean myself up," Lee says with a sigh. His cock was soft now, but Y/n still felt so empty when he pulled out of her and placed her onto her back. He caught a glimpse of her messy pussy and he wanted her to be reminded of what they did for the rest of the day. He grabbed her panties and tossed them to her.

"Go ahead and put those panties back on."

Y/n obeys, sliding her panties back on before any of his cum could seep out of her.

The heat paired with the satisfaction that's deep in her bones makes her feel needy. She always cuddles with Lee after they fuck, but this was a completely different situation. He can see it on her face as he stands up to fasten his belt again. She's torn between wanting him to stay with her and letting him go back to what he's been waiting for for years.

"Baby, I-"

Y/n knew what he was going to say. She playfully rolls her eyes at him before shooing him away.

"Go with the kids. Make sure our son catches a fish or two. I'll be down there to join you guys soon."

Lee quickly walks over to his wife and bends over to lay a kiss on her forehead. "I love you," slips from his mouth as he smiles at her.

"I love you too," she responds when he's far enough away to not be able to hear her. Y/n can't believe how lucky she got.

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m4r13l3y · 3 years

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Tournament Troubles

Harry Potter x godmother!y/n , Sirius black x reader

Warnings; harry and y/n’s relationship is mother-like nothing weird

“I know you didn’t put your name in baby” you ran your fingers through Harry’s hair as he cried into your chest, frustrated that someone had put his name into the goblet

“Why y/n” he sniffled “why me”

“I have no idea harry but it’s not your fault okay” you kissed his hair “it’s never been your fault”

“I just want this to be over with” he nuzzled into your neck for comfort, “why can’t we do anything”

“I wish I could love, you know I’d do anything to pull you from that bloody contest” you replied, remembering the night Harry’s name was picked

February 28th, 1995. Dumbledores office

“What do you mean you can’t pull him from the bloody tournament!” You yelled at the minister who was staring at you in shock

“He’s not even fifteen you bloody prat!” You grabbed a small box and threw it at him

“Miss y/l/n” Dumbledore called to try and calm you down, you took a deep breath “why can’t you take him out and why don’t you know who put his name”

“We have no clue to who could have put mister potters name into the goblet, and the rules say that if his name was picked he is to compete, im sorry” he shrugged

“Unbelievable” you whispered, fuming at the thought of harry having to participate in such a thing knowing he had a big target on his back as he was the “Boy-who-lived”

“So unbelievable!” You were on your way to throw another thing at him before someone interrupted you

“Y/n” you immediately turned around recognizing your godsons’ voice “harry.” you walked and indulged the boy you brought up in a tight hug

“I didn’t put my name in” he pleaded with his eyes for you to believe him, “I know you didn’t” you kissed his forehead “It’s all going to be okay”

“I’m sorry to ask but who are you to harry?” Mad-eye moody inquired, ruining the heart felt moment between the two of you

“She’s my mother” Harry defended you, moody nodded and went back to a conversation with the headmaster

“I’m taking harry for tonight” before anyone could object you cut them off “and I don’t care if you don’t want me too he’s a minor and I have a right to be with him so goodnight”

“Come on” you whispered to harry as you walked him out of the office,

“Rons mad at me” he frowned, leaning into your side as you put your arm around his shoulder “To hell with him- sorry I do like the kid- but he’ll come around soon enough just for now I’m mad at him” the two of you lightly giggled as you went to the common room

“Gosh I haven’t been here in so long” you looked at the moving stairs, “you can pack a night bag quickly okay”

As you reached the gryffindor common room, Harry said the password and the two of you climbed in

“Oi Harry we didn’t know you had a girlfriend” the few kids who were in the room switched their attention towards the two of you

“Go on” you smiled at the boy and walked towards the two redheads “Hello weasleys” you kissed their foreheads as they said hellos to you

“Why are you here?” Fred asked, “came to see me” he flashed a flirty smirk

“You’re like 10 to me” you looked at him “and no I came to pick up harry because of this whole tournament thing”

“Im quite proud of him,” The elder redhead smiled “Even we couldn’t get our names in”

You swatted his arm, “Just because we are in the common room doesn’t mean I won’t hesitate to hex you Frederick” his eyes widdened as he put up his hands in surrender

Looking around the room you and your boyfriend used to spend hours in, you saw a few familiar faces “you’re a longbottom yea?” You smiled at a boy who looked a lot like Frank and Alice

He nodded with his cheeks painted a deep red “I’m Neville”

“Nice to meet you Neville I used to be great friends with your parents” you turned around kept looking at the room

You saw another, younger, redhead that was also with a bushy brunette “Gin!?” You looked at the young girl

“Y/n!” She ran towards you, “how’ve you been kid”

“Good but Ron’s mad at harry” she huffed, “I’ve been told” you pulled away from the small girl as harry finally walked down from the boys dorms with a bag

As the two of you walked, Harry was stiff as he knew eyes were on him and his aunt completely, “Go on” You pushed the kid out of the portrait hole before walking back “If any of you have a problem with Harry, and express it” You narrowed your eyes at the kids “Don’t come crying when you can’t walk”

All of there eyes widenned at your threat, everyone going back to whatever they were doing before

Present

“Hello” Sirius walked into the living room, “Am I interrupting?”

The two of you shook your head no and Sirius came to sit next to you

“Sirius and I are going to be at hogwarts” You stated, Harry looked up “well we won’t be at the school but we’ll be at hogsmead in some inn they have just incase you get hurt”

“I’d rather have you guys at school with me” he chuckled

“Don’t worry I’ll make an appearance” you smiled, “Were going to be at your challenges to watch over if that’s okay” Sirius joined

“No that’d be great is Moony going too?” The young boy replied, “I think so” you nodded your head

“Wanna watch a movie?” Harry and yourself nodded at Sirius’ question

The three of you made your way to you and Sirius’ room, Harry still evening out his breathing

“We can watch fight club” Sirius flashed a bright smile

“Gosh no Sirius that movie is so annoying” you giggled

“I agree, I’d rather watch toy story” harry agreed

“Yes toy story” you puffed your shoulders to make a point

“God I hate that movie it’s so weird” Sirius rolled his eyes “but just because you guys want to”

The three of you laid in the bed and watched the movie Sirius hated and fell asleep one by one, Harry feeling the safest he had been the whole year with the two of you

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multifandom-worlds · 2 years

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hi could I request an scenario of Gavin presenting reader as his S/O that likes to tease him out of love not in a mean way but just to poke fun here and there if that makes sense Have a good day/night 💜💜

Thanks doll! This was a fun request. Had to get help from the ever amazing @otome-and-fanfiction because she's a Gavin girl and there's no way I could have written this myself. We hope you enjoy!

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Playful Fun

Genre: kinda fluffy, kinda silly

Rating: SFW

Word count: 799

I've always been nervous introducing my girlfriend - the one or two I've had in the past - to the life I live. I try to keep her away from it all, for her safety and my peace of mind.

We've been together for years at this point, I think it's safe to introduce her to Eli and my team. They know a little bit about her but they've never actually met her. Today that changes.

"You mean..I finally get to meet your husband? The man who takes you away from me monthly?" She jokes, innocent and lighthearted.

I roll my eyes slightly before ruffling her hair.

"Yea..whatever you say pumpkin. Are you coming or not? You're more than welcome to stay here, I'll tell Eli you don't want to meet him.." I trail off, knowing she wants to come.

"No..no no wait just one minutes you fluffy haired man, I'm coming!"

I watch as she stops for a moment and a small smile I know appears on her face. “Whatever I say huh? Are you sure that is a good idea? Because I would love to hear the stories your husband has for me.”

I blush a bit and rub my neck, suddenly thinking this may not be the best of ideas given Eli will indulge her.

"You said it, no take backs!"

Yup…I'm doomed.

Tossing her helmet at her, hoping for enough of a distraction I can plan my next move when she inevitably asks Eli for stories. Not that she needs any more material, as she has more than enough just from us being together, and my cooking adventures.

She blows me a kiss before tucking her helmet under her arm as we walk to where Sparky is parked.

For the whole ride there, I was mildly anxious, I wanted them to like her, I wanted her to like them and I wanted us all to get along. I think she noticed because she hugged me a little tighter as we drove to the STF headquarters. Eli was waiting when we got there.

Of course, the first words out of her mouth when she takes her helmet off had to be; "how am I supposed to compete with a Greek god like that?"

Eli visibly perks up and waits for me to help her off the bike.

“Greek God at your service my lady.” Eli goes all out and I know he will use this against me in the future… forgetting that I am his commander and I will make him do drills.

Pumpkin giggles and blushes, I feel that telling twitch at the corner of my eye as my earlier thought of how I am doomed comes back. These two together are going to be a danger to my health.

She slips her hand into my back pocket, mainly to reassure me that it's all fun and games.

"So Mr. Greek God, what sort of things does my Gavin get up too when you whisk him away to parts unknown."

There it is. That's what I was afraid of. Eli smiles, ready to list off everything I've done. I just hope this man has enough self-preservation skills to keep his mouth closed.

"When we get to our destination..he embraces me so gently…" pumpkin laughs beside me, looking up at me and gently tapping my chest with her other hand.

"He can be quite gentle, the big goofball."

I look down at her, meeting her eyes and shaking my head slightly.

"In all honesty," Eli continues, taking the conversation away from wherever the hell it would have led. "He's an incredible leader.”

Looks like self-preservation has kicked in for now at least, this doesn’t mean she won’t turn the conversation around again.

I watch as she and Eli talk animatedly as I do a quick check of who is here. Several of my men wander outside, hearing Eli talking, coming to meet my pumpkin officially.

"Commander, is this your girlfriend? The one we hear about all the time?"

My ears turn a faint shade of red..why did he have to mention that.

Pumpkin smirks gently, looking up at me. "Oh Gavin, you talk about me all the time, how cute."

Here we go, let Pumpkin’s playfulness begin, I sigh internally as I know how this ends.

I watch her eyes light up as my men gush over what I tell them about her, and I feel my ears and neck burn hotter. Although they're praising her, complimenting her and everything, she stays close to me, touching me in some way, shape or form. Sure she may have helped them tease me but I know my men, I hand picked this team and I know they were doing it all in good, playful fun.

#mr love queen's choice #mr love #evol x love #mr love: queen's choice #mlqc bai qi #bai qi #evol x love gavin #gavin bai #mr love gavin #gavin mr love #mlqc gavin

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drabbles-mc · 3 years

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Exhaustion

Kozik x F!Reader

Request by Anon: Can I get a Kozik x female reader, where she comes home one day from a busy work day - and she sits down next to Kozik. Some time passes, then the sons realise that she has fallen asleep on him - and maybe just some light teasing for Kozik ensues, as he carefully shifts to carry her to a quieter room. Then, she wakes at a later point, still half asleep, mutters some almost incoherent confession to Kozik, and falls asleep again. Then, he addresses the situation the next day and fluff!!!

Warnings: language, alcohol

Word Count: 1.9k

A/N: We love some soft, sleepy confessions in this house! I switched up the location a little bit and also this totally tweaks the canon timeline but it’s fine we’re just here to have a good time lol. Did I write this on a Sunday night knowing I was taking Monday off because the previous week drained me so much I needed an extra day?? Maybe. Did I indulge in the softness of this to cope with that?? Definitely lmao. Also, if this trope is something that you’re interested in, I have a Juice Fic that runs along the same lines.

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It'd been a rough day, and overall an exhausting week at work. Everything in you was telling you to just go home and go to sleep because your entire body was screaming for rest. But as you were walking out to your car, you’d gotten a message from Kozik inviting you over to his place. He had a few of the guys over to drink beer and watch the fights that were on that night. It wasn’t going to be anything crazy, and it wouldn’t be as big of a crowd as it usually was. Not having a clubhouse for the time being meant that the get-togethers were a bit smaller, which suited you just fine, especially on days like the one you were having. You figured that maybe a good time and a distraction might be a nice way to end a bad week.

You had become an expert at changing in your car over the years. You hated going placed still in your work clothes, so you always kept a spare set of comfortable, casual clothes in your back seat just in case last-minute plans popped up, like they just had. The hoodie and leggings that you had swapped into were much better suited for hanging out with the guys than what you wore to work.

Pulling into Kozik’s driveway, you saw a few of the bikes parked out front. You smiled, instantly recognizing which bike belonged to each biker. Taking a deep breath to prepare yourself, you grabbed your purse off the passenger seat and hopped out of the car, locking the vehicle behind you as you made your way up to his front steps. You knocked as you let yourself in, which you supposed defeated the purpose of the knock.

Kozik materialized in front of you, having heard you knocking over the sound of the television. A smile spread across his face as he watched you take your shoes off and toss your purse off the to the side.

“You made it,” he laughed as he wrapped you in a hug, “Didn’t know if you were actually going to show. I know it’s been a rough week.”

You let yourself lean into him for a few moments before responding, “It was a close one, I won’t lie to you.”

He chuckled, “Well, if you wanna bail you know you can. I won’t take it personally.”

“Rest of us might, though!” Jax piped up from the living room with a smirk.

“And maybe some of you should,” you shot back with a smile, causing both of you to laugh.

“Go, sit,” Kozik nudged you towards the living room, “I’ll grab you a beer.”

He didn’t have to tell you twice. You immediately made your way over to the couch and sat down, gently bumping your knee against Juice’s in a silent greeting. He flashed you a warm smile before returning his attention to the television. Hardly a minute later, Kozik was sitting down on the other side of you and placing a nice cold beer in your hand. You smiled and nodded to him in thanks before taking a long drink from it.

“Day was that good, huh?” he asked somewhat quietly.

You chuckled and leaned against his side, “Whole fucking week has been that good. Just one fucking issue after another.”

“I’m sorry,” there was genuine concern in his eyes, “If you wanna go home you c—”

You shook your head, “No, no I’m good. Honestly, I think what I need is probably to just watch these dudes beat the shit out of each other,” you laughed quietly.

“Always makes me feel better,” he laughed as he casually draped his arm around your shoulders.

You didn’t comment on the closeness the two of you were sharing, on the warmth you felt radiating from his body and flowing over into yours. It was comforting, the kind of safety and reassurance you needed after a week from hell. You could feel Juice’s eyes on the two of you from the other end of the couch as he smirked at you, and you gave him a gentle kick in the shin, causing him to laugh and divert his attention to more important things. Kozik gave your shoulder a light squeeze and you let out a sigh of relief as you melted against him.

At some point, despite the cheering and joking that was happening around you, you fell asleep against Kozik’s side. Kozik hadn’t noticed, too busy being wrapped up in the fights and trying to figure out if he was going to win the bets he’d waged with the guys for the winners of the night. It wasn’t until he heard the soft thud of your empty beer bottle slipping from your fingers and onto the floor that he figured it out. He glanced down at you, halfway through a sentence asking if you were okay, when he saw you fast asleep against his side.

He was gazing down at you, trying to figure out what to do with you, when he heard Jax’s laughter. “She is knocked out, bro,” he chuckled.

“Yea, she is,” Kozik shook his head, “I can’t just wake her up…right?”

“No, don’t be an asshole,” Opie chimed in, shaking his head with a knowing smile, “Just let her sleep.”

“And, honestly,” Juice chuckled as he looked at you passed out against Kozik, “something tells me you couldn’t wake her up right now even if you tried.”

“Probably not,” Kozik laughed as he mulled that observation over in his mind for a few seconds. With a light sigh he stood up and carefully lifted you off the couch, draping you over his arms, “I’ll be back,” he said to the guys with a laugh as he carried you out of the fray of his living room, even though it clearly hadn’t bothered you enough to stop you from falling asleep in the first place.

“Yea, there you go, Prince Charming,” Jax called after him with a laugh, “Whisk her away.”

He carried you to his room and gently deposited you onto the bed. He was pulling the blanket up over you when you sleepily reached out and tugged at his arm. For a moment he was startled, but when he saw the exhausted look in your hooded eyes, he had to smile.

“Go back to sleep,” his voice was soft, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Where you going?” you mumbled, fingers wrapping gently around his forearm.

He smiled as he placed his free hand over yours, “Just back to the living room—fights are still on.”

“Kozik?” your eyes were already shut again as you laid against the pillow on his bed.

“Yea?” he couldn’t hide his amusement at how you were when you were sleepy.

“I think I’m a little,” you yawned as your hand loosened and fell from his arm onto the bed beside you, “a little in love with you.”

Your words caught him off-guard, but before he could even try to respond to them, you were passed out again, sprawled out over his bed. He stood there for a few moments, just looking at you and hearing your sleepy voice ringing in his head over and over. He raked his fingers back through his hair and took a deep breath before forcing himself to return to the rest of the people who were still at his house.

“All good, brother?” Opie saw the slightly dazed look on Kozik’s face and couldn’t help but to ask.

It snapped him out of it, and he smiled as he sat back down on the sofa, “Yea, all good.”

Kozik had opted to sleep on the couch for the night after everyone else had left. He woke up to the smell of coffee and the sound of you trying to quietly get things out of the kitchen cupboards and failing. He slowly sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. When it was finally able to focus his vision, he felt his entire body get warm at the sight of you sleepily snooping around his kitchen trying to make your coffee.

“Good morning,” he said as he swung his legs, feet landing softly on the floor.

“Oh,” you spun around, coffee mug cupped tightly in your hands, not realizing that he was awake, “Morning,” you paused, “Coffee?”

He nodded, “Yea, sure.”

You made two cups and brought them over, handing one over to him as you sat down on the couch next to him. The outside of your leg rested against his as you each sipped on your coffee, letting a comfortable silence fill the room.

After a couple minutes you looked over at him with a smile, “Sorry for passing out here last night—guess I can’t hang like I used to.”

He chuckled and shook his head, “Don’t apologize. I’m surprised you even came over. I know your week was…shitty.”

You laughed nodding, “It was. But I dunno, I like hanging out here, with you.”

He figured that there wasn’t going to be a better time to bring up what you had said the night before, so he did, “Hey, um, can I…can I talk to you about something?”

You turned your head to face him, nodding, “Of course.”

“Last night, when I brought you to bed. You, um, you mentioned something that I just feel like I should probably ask you about?”

You groaned, “Fuck. What’d I say? I swear, Kozik, I’m never trying to make you uncomfortable or—”

“You didn’t,” he didn’t want to allow you to continue going with that train of thought, “You didn’t make me uncomfortable at all. You just…you said that you’re in love with me.”

Nerves shot throughout your entire body. You couldn’t even blame the confession on the booze, only having had one drink. It was just exhaustion and lowered inhibitions that got you to spill your feelings. It was hard to gauge from the look on his face where exactly he landed with it.

“You don’t have to try and save my feelings if you don’t feel the same way,” you told him with a shake of your head, “I’m sorry I even put you in this position at all.”

“Do you?”

“What?”

“Do you love me?” his eyes desperately searched yours.

You nodded, not able to say anything else for a moment. When you finally got your words in order, you said, “I do. I have for a while. I’m sorry if—”

You didn’t get to finish your sentence as he closed the distance between the two of you and pressed his lips to yours. It caught you by surprise, and it took you a second to truly realize what was going on, but once you did you leaned into him, reveling in the way his hand felt as he came to cup the side of your face.

“I love you too,” he said, a little breathless as he took his lips off of yours.

You felt yourself smiling uncontrollably as you looked at him, “Sorry I just dropped that on you as I was passing out last night. Little bit of a dick move.”

“Wanna know what else was a dick move?” he asked with a cheeky smile.

“What’s that?”

“You said that you’re only a little in love with me,” he laughed at the way you shrank back out of embarrassment. He set his coffee mug down so he could pull you back closer to him, “C’mon, you know I’m kidding. It was cute.”

“Yea?” your eyes searched his face.

He nodded, “Yea,” he kissed you softly on the lips, “But you do love me more than just a little, right?”

You laughed, nodding as you cupped his face in your hands, “Of course.”

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friendly neighborhood spiderman • richie tozier

(richie tozier x reader)

requested: soooo my idea was an e2l spiderman richie x reader. they hate each other at school, but one day while patrolling he sees her with her friends outside and watched her and is like ‘shit maybe she’s not so bad’. then proceeds to be mean to her at school anyways. then a few days later he sees her crying her e yea a out and talks to her as spidey, consoles her, start liking each other. and then at school he’s a jerk and she’s like I can’t take ur shit. make up. friends. lovers. photographer reader. + ok so I was thinking maybe her parents are divorced and it’s smth abt how both parents tell her totally different stories abt the divorce. like the mom says we never loved each other, it was arranged marriage, but he abused me and cheated on me. and the dad says she was a psycho always stealing my stuff and bitching at me. we thought shE had schizophrenia. both her parents are ok to her so she gets fed up and leaves home crying. Goes to rooftop sees Spider-Man AND BOOM LOVE. self indulgencE here

warnings: enemies to lovers (my specialty), mentions of a rough divorce, a bit of violence, spiderman!au, slight blood, unedited, she/they pronouns for reader

[losers + reader are 18.]

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you're convinced it started when you missed the subway.

that was the butterfly flapping it's wings; then the chaos of the rest of the day just happened to fall in place because some sadistic twist of fate said it so, and now you're rolling your eyes at your friend in the hallway, backpack loose on your right shoulder with a budding black eye that was throbbing with the pain of a hundred suns.

you'd snuck up on your classmate in the dark room (first mistake) and then tried to scare him (second), resulting in a metal water bottle to the face. "well if you just ice it, i'm sure the swelling and the pain will go away..." your friend trails off as you sigh, nodding in agreement. "i'm so embarrassed, i'm just hoping it doesn't bruise."

"-y/n, what's up with you? wh- oh." your other friend says as they join you, eyes landing on your swollen cheek.

it was this moment that richie tozier, certified asshole, walks near with three of his friends. richie, the bane of your existence. also, the boy whose locker is four away from yours. sensing your fatal hesitance, richie grins, "y/n's still upset because someone dropped a house on their sister." he making everyone snicker. you glare at the ground.

you don't want him to see your face; any kind of ammo would be enough for richie to take and go miles with, and you're not in the mood for one of your typical screaming matches, as much as the others at this school love to watch.

"woah, y/l/n, who gave you the shiner?" he asks as he twists his fingers around his locker combination.

"why? you trying to match?" you threaten, and richie just smiles. he's laughing into his open locker as you roll your eyes, your friends peeling away eventually as you start to search through your locker.

"so," richie starts just as you thought the silence would stay until you could flee. you groan, leaning your head on the locker as he continues, "did flash finally figure out who's been saran-wrapping his car?"

you narrow your eyes, "how'd you know that was me?" you ask, certain that nobody had seen you besides three of your friends. it's doubtful they'd tell richie.

his face pales slightly and a rosy blush blossoms on his high cheekbones as he shakes his head, adam's apple bobbing as he gulps. "because, e-everyone knows." he stutters out weakly. you give him a weird look, shaking your head. "bullshit." you mutter as you brush past him, slamming your locker closed. “creep.”

richie hadn't meant to stalk them. y/n y/l/n's friend group just happened to be on the route he usually patrolled after classes, so he unintentionally ended up watching them pop in and out of the drugstore.

it was nearing a golden light around the city as richie sits on the fire escape of some building across the way - y/n's distinct figure sliding out of the store, arms wrapped inconspicuously around a bag and smile bright enough that richie can barely see the shiner still catching the light on y/n's left eye.

he briefly wonders where it's really from, and if y/n was okay. he wonders if y/n was robbed, or if he could've been there to stop it.

it's not until the three others in y/n's gang of idiots run out of the store that it clicks in richie's head - they definitely just stole those cookies, chips, the bottles of pop, the - richie tilts his head, squinting his eyes. yes, y/n definitely stole that handle of tito's.

then y/n’s lifting the sheet in their hands - it looks clear, and then it’s being wrapped around a car in the parking lot. he’s alarmed, for a moment - y/n wouldn’t do that to just anybody, he doesn’t think. but then he laughs into his mask when he recognizes the car: flash thompson’s.

he’s a nightmare, and he makes richie’s life hell just as much as flash makes y/n’s life hell and the rest of richie’s friends. so he leaves her be to saran wrap the car.

feeling relieved that when he got his powers his vision repaired itself, richie can't help but chuckle, watching y/n's hair glint in the light and the way they tilt back in laughter, the gaggle of friends traipsing away from the store and down the block. richie's lips quirk in a small grin: shit, maybe y/n's not so bad.

but despite that, richie and y/n's rivalry did nothing but steadily increase for the next week.

maybe it was because you were furious that you and your bio partner, richie's best friend stan, had gotten a b- on your lab, or maybe it was just because richie was just feeling a bit more testy than typical.

you're sure it's because when you go to your debate club's meeting, you find none other than richie tozier sitting across from your chair.

"why is he here?" you ask the teacher, and he nods to richie, "i requested he attend a meeting, try it out. richie's quite talented, you know. i figured we could bring in a new challenge for you."

“just because someone can talk a lot doesn’t mean they have anything good to say.” you snap.

you can't even look at the cocky smirk on richie's face, his feet kicked up as he lounges at the desk. "intimidated, toots?" he asks cooly, and you roll your eyes. "never."

and then ten minutes later, you’re doing a brainbreaking exercise where you’re split into groups of two and debating over a topic given to you. but you and richie were far more distracted by each other.

“you know, for someone who everyone says is the best intellectual match for me, you’re a straight up douche and i can’t wait to graduate and never see you again.”

“compatible intellect, doll, not personalities. maybe if you stop acting like such an infant and stamping your feet around, we can part ways even faster.”

you glare at him. he glares back. then nothing else happens.

the stress of the day caught up to you nearly immediately as you got home. you're holding back tears as you ignore your parents, who are screaming at each other; instead changing into sweats and a sweatshirt, brewing yourself a mug of tea, and slinking up to the roof with a blanket, prepared to mope around in the drizzle of rain. at least on the roof, nobody will see you cry.

but the universe just can't let you have anything as of lately, because as soon as you finally settle down on the roof sitting on the blanket, and nearly letting a tear escape, a figure stands up a mere twenty feet from you, and you jump a bit. apprehensively, your eyes squint, and you're shocked to discover a spiderman suit bright in the dreary lighting of the overcast afternoon.

the suit-clad person seems to be surprised by you as well, as you stand up, you're wary, unsure of how to act. of course you've heard of spiderman - he's all anyone can talk about lately, but you never expected to see him this close. what do you say?

"are you real?" you croak out.

"am i- yes, what kind of question is that?" his voice is way younger than you expected, and you're almost thrown off. he's closed the distance between you now, standing between you and the edge of the building, about four feet away.

you narrow your eyes, immediately wanting to test him. "well, i don't know, i've seen people around jackson heights just wearing costumes like spiderman-" you argue, shrugging.

the bickering is unexpected from a literal superhero, but it's strangely familiar to you. frowning, you walk closer to the masked figure, watching as spiderman takes steps backwards. he's at the edge of the building, and so without any thought, you place both of your palms across his sturdy chest and shove as hard as you can. "wait, wait what are you-" and spiderman's voice fades as he stumbles back, falling off the edge of the building with a yelp.

for a moment, your breath leaves your lungs, and your hands slap your mouth. what did you just do? you can't breathe, tears clouding your vision yet again.

but then a sticky, stringy substance slaps to the side of the building and the figure comes flying up, having catapulted himself up and back on the roof with a web. you gasp in relief, but the figure is already talking.

"-what the fuck is your deal?" are the first words from the masked boy as he walks away from the ledge. your eyes are still wide, heart thumping fast and your tears are still there, threatening to fall. "-what if i wasn't actually spiderman, i- you could've killed an innocent person, holy sh-"

you're tuning him out, though, the realization that you could have just killed someone finally pushing you over the edge. you crumble onto the blanket and let out a short, cut off sob.

"woah, woah, hey..." spider-man looks hesitant, but then comes towards you where you fall to the gravel. "-hey, what's h-what are you doing, why are you crying?" he says, voice going softer. you frown, wondering why his voice seems so deep and forced. batman did that to conceal his identity, you think before letting out a sob, shaking your head. "shouldn't you be out, like, fighting crime or whatever?"

"i'm here to make sure people are okay. you're clearly not okay." he argues, and you're too tired to try and argue with this stranger.

"my parents are getting divorced," you sniff, eyes squeezing shut as more thick tears leak down your cheek. you know you probably look destroyed right now in front of this hero, but you don't care. after silence from him, he sits down right next to you on your blanket, backs leaning against some electrical box.

"and.. i can't tell who's lying. they told me completely different things." you cut yourself off, swallowing thickly. "my mom says it was a l-loveless marriage, that he- my dad used to... hurt her. and cheat on her-" you hiccup, wiping your eyes, makeup leaking on your hands.

"my dad says she's psychotic. that she steals his stuff, that she always yells at him, and i can't-" you sigh, looking up at the clouds, watching a flock of birds fly away in the misting of the wet weather. "i feel like they see me as a pawn to play off each other. and at my school, i'm just the antagonist. people only like me because they like to see the fights i get into with this other kid."

"midtown is just like that, i'm sure none of them mean anything by it-" you look at the boy, squinting as you take in the red fabric stretching over sharp cheekbones.

"-how d'you know i go to midtown?" you sniffle. does spiderman go there, too? or teach there? how old is he, because he certainly seems too young to be a teacher?

he leans back, exhaling in an admission of guilt that flares a feeling of familiarity in you somewhere, something that's on the tip of your tongue. "lucky guess?" he states, choking it out as if he was trying to form the right words. you decide to brush it off, the feeling of being able to vent to a complete stranger suddenly making you feel better. the light mist in the air even feels good, now.

"i can't deal with it. i just don't know. why should this have to be something they vent to me about? it hurts, i don't know what to believe and i just don't know what to do. i'm lost, i just need to have someone here for me." you hug yourself slightly, "am i selfish?" you finally ask, voicing the thought that's been nagging you for months. it's silent for a moment. a car horn sounds in the distance, a dog barks, people call to each other in the street. below you, the street is dotted with tiny moving umbrellas, concealing people underneath their net of dry safety in mere splotches of yellow, black, pink from how high up you are.

spider man's nudging you in the ribs softly, then, calling you back to your own body. "listen. i know selfish, okay? i'm the definition of it, but, uh..."

"y/n." you sniffle. "-y/n. trust me, you're not selfish for wanting to be loved, to be cared for...it's, um..." he scratches the back of his head, and you briefly wonder what color his hair is. what texture, length, how he styles it.

"you deserve good things to happen, and, uh, it's not selfish for you to be overwhelmed. you're going through stuff that people our age shouldn't go through. especially not alone."

"so you are my age?" you ask, sniffling. sensing him tense next to you, you brush it off. you kind of figured as much from his...immaturity. "and you - spiderman - think you're selfish? do you know how much of a paradox that statement is?" you jest, shaking your head.

spiderman's head tilts back, and he laughs. it seems to surprise him almost as much as it surprises you, because he shakes his head, trying to stifle it quick. "you forget," he starts, his fingers tapping at the tight fabric on his thighs. "that i also have a life. i'm not just spiderman. so... yeah, maybe spiderman's not the most selfish person ever, but... i am. the real me."

"you have to care a lot about people to want to do what you do." you say, feeling better after talking to someone and hearing his reassurance. "you're not always spiderman, but... y'now, spiderman is always you. i'd say that makes you a good person." you say simply. you sigh, heart still hurting. you start with a deep breath, then a quiet, "you ever feel stuck? like..."

"like you're playing two people at once?" he finishes. you swallow, feeling oddly seen by this masked stranger. "yeah, spiderman." you say dejectedly.

and that was the start of an odd, unlikely friendship between you and the masked stranger. he'd stop by your building almost every other day, even if for a few minutes, always to check in on you, to ask how your day was. it made your chest fill with butterflies and the air fill with your laughter.

despite your new friendship, things at midtown sort of took a turn for the worse.

it was just richie, really. your black eye was gone but richie seemed to be compensating for something every time he saw you - the person who used to be a challenging enemy turned into a malicious tormentor, who would comment on every single thing you do. it was driving you mad.

you're just lucky richie doesn't know that you do all the school's photography somehow, or at least, doesn't remember, because he's gone the days that you take photos for the decathalon, the honor society, and the band. each time you asked, someone told you some lame excuse like, 'oh, tozier's at the orthodontist.'

richie doesn't have braces, though.

you can’t help but wonder why richie’s never there, why he’s always sneaking off, buying new backpacks... bruises on his eyes...

the last straw is when you and stan are just trying to finish this replacement lab to get a better grade, and richie's sitting at the end of the table with bill denbrough, the two of them playing paper football and laughing loudly like they're fourth graders.

you resist the urge to beg stan to get his moronic friends away from you, knowing that it would just insult the boy and get you nowhere.

so, with gritted teeth and a tight grip on your pen, you work in relative silence with stan while the two imbeciles chuckle at each other at the other end of the room, disturbing the quiet peace of the library.

"so, y/l/n, you goin' to prom?" richie asks out of the blue, feigning innocence. you grip your pen tighter, knowing it's a trap. don't bite, y/n. don't bite. don't bite, don't bite, don't bite- "it's a little soon to be thinking about prom." you say, trying to skirt around the issue.

"it's okay, not everyone can get a date, you can still go with friends." he says, also trying to sound nonchalant. you snort, "like you could get a date either."

bill laughs as he pulls out some homework, having finally decided to make good use of his time. "you can go together, then." bill mutters. stan huffs a laugh at that, too. "i have plans that night." you say immediately, eyes not leaving your paper as stan smirks at you in amusement.

"no, yeah, y/n. let's go together." richie says, "i can meet the ol' pops and get to see your mom again. that reminds me, i can’t stop by to see her, so give her a big old kiss from me tonight, will ya?" he asks with a wink.

"is everything a joke to you?" you ask, trying to hide your irritation by acting bored. you ignore the feelings you get from his wink.

"only funny things, doll." richie smiles, a crooked grin that, if you didn't know his personality, would make you swoon. it's suddenly no wonder to you why the people at this school always giggle and whisper and laugh with him; he's utterly gorgeous.

"it's not your fault your mom likes me more than your dad." he jokes, chuckling to himself. "shut up, i'm trying to do homework." bill says, then promptly kicks him under the table, which you're grateful for because the pain that flashes across your face momentarily is concealed from richie's gaze as he winces and ducks down for a second.

that shouldn't have hurt you because he's obviously just joking with you and doesn’t know, but since the tenseness in your house recently and the ugly divorce, things have just been extremely hard. you cannot stand his audacity; richie thinks he can say whatever he want and get excused because he's too damn pretty. you clench your fists.

"y/n, i'll give you ten dollars to slap him." stan says, barely paying attention; a pen hangs from between his lips, brows furrowed as he works on your reassignment, eyes calculating. you think, for a moment, how nice it'd be to be real friends with stan. if not for richie.

and for some reason, in that split moment, you don't think. you're pent up, angry at the world, at your teacher, at richie, at your parents, and because you can't be friends with stan because richie gets in the way of everything - and you whirl around, catching richie by surprise as you land a slap to his face that resonates throughout the whole library. a gasp sounds from somewhere behind you as the librarian startles out of her work.

suddenly, four pairs of eyes are staring at you.

you blink back, face feeling as warm as richie's red cheek looks.

the librarian didn't hesitate to send you and richie to the principal's office, resulting in a suspension for you and richie alike, the two of you not meeting eyes in the waiting room outside the administrative offices.

the subway trip and then consequential walk home was lonely, rainy, and dismal.

- - -

besides your parents and your immediate friends, the only other person you told about the suspension was spiderman, when he came to see you on the roof that afternoon. you told him about richie, how you'd decked him for hitting a sore subject with you.

"you know, he seems like a dick but... i bet he means well. i'm sure he does." is all spiderman had said, acting fidgety before leaving. despite that, it had still felt good to know you could trust him.

the next monday at school is when you see richie again, face clean and clear of any evidence of your fist.

you were walking home from school when you passed across the football field. he was with his friends on the turf, seemingly not getting on the subway yet. they're sprawled out, all seven of them, smoking cigarettes or playing a game of travel chess, one of them reading a book. there’s an empty can of coke, one of the glass bottles, filled with gross water and cigarette butts. stan sits with richie, beverly marsh laying with her head in his lap as she smokes, sunglasses red and blocking the sun.

before you get too close, before they can notice, you snap a photo of them. they just look timeless.

but then, as you put away your camera, richie sees you. you get ready for a fight; but what comes is just sheffling feet and fingers fidgeting slightly. "y/n." he starts off with as he walks up to you, all by himself.

you watch him, your own eyes flowing with guilt. "hey, richie." you say, trying to be better about controlling your attitude. "i wanted to say i'm sorry." he says, and you widen your eyes. he what?

"i sometimes don't know how to stop running my mouth, and i went too far. i usually do. and i'm sorry, i just want to start fresh." he says honestly. you swallow - something about his words, about the way he said selfish...

you shake your head, "no, i'm sorry too. i shouldn't have hit you." richie shrugs, "i deserved it, s’okay."

it's quiet.

"being friends is good." you say, shrugging. "as long as i can still tell you that i think you're acting like a three year old." "as long as i still can act like one." he counters, grinning. and then he's shaking your hand and walking away.

you feel better the rest of the day.

- - -

"you know, i'm a photographer." you whisper that same night in the dark. "you are?" the boy in the suit next to you sounds genuinely shocked. you beam, "y-yeah, i actually got a few wicked shots of you from a few weeks ago."

"are you the one that's been selling my photos to all the papers?" he asks, and you laugh, head tilting toward the sky. "no, not me." he hums, a laugh escaping that doesn't sound like his usual voice he uses around you. you've accepted that spiderman's been hiding his identity and voice from you because you may recognize him. you've also decided that he's probably from midtown - but there are over seven thousand students at midtown, so chances are still slim.

why is it that this boy, who you don't even know the name of, has captured your attention? why do you feel like kissing him all the time?

“oh, here’s a shot i took.” you say, pulling out the photo you’d just finished developing in the dark room today. “couple days ago. i just finished developing it.”

you show it to him, and you can’t tell his reaction at all. “it’s not really impressive, i just - they’re just some kids in my class, but... i don’t know, there’s something about them that i just really think should be made into art.”

he’s quiet after that, but holds on to the photo hard enough that you’re worried it may wrinkle.

“god, y/n-” he stops himself, voice cracking and nearing the closest you’ve ever heard it to being true to him. not the weird, batman garbage.

“this is cool. you should- you should show them, i bet they’d like it.”

you scoff, “no, they wouldn’t.” you take the photo back, fingers tracing richie’s face, the way his lips curl around a cigarette, the way his dark hair and eyebrows and eyelashes clash with his skin and clothes. you shake your head, “this is the boy i hit. when i got suspended. i don’t think he’d like this very much. probably call me a freak.”

you meet his eyes - or, you suppose you do - and then his hand is hovering in front of your face, debating. you don’t dare move, and then he’s combing hair behind your ear, giving you chills that run down your spine.

you clear your throat, smiling softly as he moves his hand away.

spiderman doesn’t say much after that.

it’s minutes until he speaks again. "shouldn't you be getting ready to leave?" he suddenly asks, and you sigh, beginning to pack up your things and gather your backpack. he follows you to the edge of the building and as you climb down the ladder to the fire escape, he webs himself and falls back, landing above you against the bricks when you stand up.

you're nearly eye level now as he hangs upside down, listening to you rant. "-maybe i'll just walk to mary's place. it's not that far-" you cut yourself off as you're opening your window, eyes landing on the figure in your room, who looks just as confused as you.

your eyes widen, "m-mom!" you say, alarmed as spiderman hangs next to you, just barely sealed from your mother's sight by the brick wall.

"is someone there with you, y/n?" she asks, tilting her head to get a look. you shake your head quickly, thankful that it's dark out and she can probably only see you, backlit by the lights from the alley below. she explains something about being unable to take you to your friend's house - and you nod along, willing for her to just leave. "that's okay, mom. i can take the subway." you say honestly. it's harder to drive around here, anyways.

she finally leaves, and you let out a breath, unsure as to how she'd react to know you were with spiderman on the roof. you let out a small laugh, and so does he.

"well, walking will be fine. she's just paranoid, and plus - i have you." you say, joking as you nudge his shoulder. but instead of laughing or going off the joke as he usually would, spiderman hums in agreement.

"no matter what, you'll be safe. i promise." spiderman says from where he hangs upside down from the top edge of your fire escape, face almost level with yours. that makes your heart skip a beat, his words swirling around your stomach in a warm pool of comfort.

you smile, "okay." you whisper. you believe it.

then, before you slip into your window and he slips out into the night, you turn to him. you can only hope he's looking at you, the mask always leaving it to speculation.

"can i try something? just once?" you ask, heart hammering in your chest as you step closer to him. he hesitates, and you wonder if he's biting his lips, or his cheek; if his eyes are wide or narrowed in thought. you wonder, for the thousandth time, what he looks like.

but eventually, it comes. "yes," he whispers.

gently, your fingertips find the edge of his mask down near his neck, and in the barely lit up corner of your fire escape you start to peel away his mask, revealing just his jaw, chin, and lips. goosebumps appear on his soft skin in the wake of your touch.

you feel butterflies.

his pale white skin reflects off the moonlight slightly, his jawline sharp as your fingers find their way across his skin, his mouth parting to take in a breath, lips full and red in the darkness. you wish you recognized these lips.

in fact, a voice somewhere in you screams that you wish it was richie's lips. you abolish that thought before you have time to think about it.

you can tell he's nervous, but you don't know if it's because he doesn't trust you and thinks you're going to whip off his mask, or because he knows what you're about to do. you're pulled toward him by an invisible force, the kind that wishes and hopes and needs you to be closer to him, whoever he is.

his jaw is structured and you feel it clench slightly under your hand as you cup his cheeks, barely raising on your tip toes as you near his upside-down face. you're not sure if he's breathing but, honestly, you know you aren't either. you just have to do this. so you close the gap.

his lips are plush and less chapped than you'd expected, his presence warm and protecting and exuding bashfulness yet somehow also emanating confidence. he rises almost as the tide does at your grandma's old house in the east, tilting his head as your nose brushes against the skin on the side of his jaw.

richie’s face flashes behind your closed eyes, and it makes you take in a sharp breath, realizing that yes, okay, maybe you do want to kiss richie. but you're not - you're kissing spiderman. you feel light, butterflies thrashing around.

his hand, covered by his mesh suit's fabric, falls to the nape of your neck, upside down so his thumb rests right on the soft of your throat, where your heart thumps hard and quick against him.

you swear you've never felt more like you're flying. you pull away after a few moments, your face burning even with the slight breeze. his hand stays on your neck for a split moment and then he lets it drop, returning to hold his web that keeps him suspended.

you watch with a small, shy smile as he bites his lip, containing what could only be the most beautiful smile you would ever see. you frown for a moment as you get that inkling again that you should know him.

"please, what's your name?" you finally ask again. he had to trust you, right? you've had countless opportunities to pry, to rip his mask off, to find out yourself. but you want him to trust you with it, to want to tell you.

his smile slowly fades, and yours does too. "can't you just tell me your name?" you whisper in desperate frustration.

his mouth opens, then closes as if he decided against it. carefully, one hand pulls his mask back over his lips, concealing him once again as spiderman. the boy you finally knew for a mere minute is gone, probably forever. "i can't. i wish i could."

"well, okay." you say, feeling heartbroken and frustrated. angry.

"okay." it almost gets swallowed up by the breeze as you shut your window behind you. he's gone, swinging across streets and over buildings in the distance by the time you wipe your eyes of the tears.

- - - -

you don't see spiderman the next week.

it seems as though only knowing spiderman for a little longer than a month and suddenly not seeing him took more of a toll on you than you'd expected; you watch yourself go through the motions of each day with no complaint, barely any words, the world around you boring.

wake up, get ready, drink a breakfast shake, late for class, leave school, homework, wait on the rooftop for your friend who you know will never show. dinner. back on the rooftop. go to bed.

you're about to leave school on friday when it hits you, the thing that has been missing from your regular school routine. and for some reason, not having been able to see him is just as painful as not seeing spiderman.

richie.

you don't know why you're feeling so emotional - or maybe it's just because as much as you hate each other, the fun rivalry you keep alive with him is what gets you through life at midtown. he keeps you on your toes.

so you seek him out for what may be the first time in your life, just to find him out back on the turf in his usual spot with all his friends.

"tozier." you call, halting all conversation with his group of losers as they cease their talking, staring up at you with seven pairs of owl eyes. you have no clue why you're nearly in tears. maybe, in an odd way, he's a replacement, a surrogate. for a friend that you'll never see again. and you're furious at both of them.

"where the fuck have you been?" you ask.

you watch in slight surprise as the color drains from his face, eyes widening in shock. you didn't expect him to have this reaction, in fact - you came here to pick a fight, to get the opposite of... this. richie looks as if he's been caught in the biggest lie of his life, and it's unsettling.

he seems to shake off whatever the fuck that emotion was he just had as he stutters, "what-what do you mean?"

you scowl at him, " did you just give up? that easy, huh? i thought you were better than that."

richie, for a split second, looks like he might get sick, or cry. it just makes you more confused and, for some reason, more angry. for no reason. "y/n, how did you find-"

"it's been silent in the halls, tozier. i don't know if i should be thankful or weirded out that you decided to mature overnight. you being nice to me, not being a freak... it's weird, but it's... when i said i was done with your shit and you asked to be friends, i didn't mean that i wanted you to ignore me."

he blinks his owlish eyes at you, "OH." he states loudly, pressing his fingers to his temples as he shakes his head, "christ, i thought- nevermind. you missed me that much, doll?" he tries to ease back into his teasing attitude but you can tell it's forced. and you don't know why. his friends suddenly all look relieved too, as if they know something big that you don't.

"forget it. this was so stupid." you mutter, walking past them briskly, barely even catching stan's eye. you don't cry until you get on the subway.

that night, you almost didn't go up onto the roof.

why should you? spiderman wasn't your friend anymore, he clearly got scared away when you kissed, or when you asked him who he was. it hurts, you think as you look at the dark skyline of queens, it hurts that he won't trust you with something as simple as a name.

but you're still up there, staring at the cloudless sky and thinking of the taste of those lips as a whoosh, thud and a groan jolt you from your tranquil misery.

you don't believe your eyes at first, but when the figure stumbles toward you, arm reaching to its neck, you definitely recognize him. "h-hey?" you say nervously, squinting against the dying light to try and see why spiderman's bent like that, stumbling to you, until he falls nearly at your feet.

you gasp as you get a closer look; it's hard to see with the red of his suit, but he's got a fair blood stain coming out of his neck area, a slash through the neck that leads towards the collarbone. it's not fatal, and probably won't need stitches, but it sure looks like he's in a lot of pain.

"y-your neck is bleeding." you say, eyes wide in a panic, "are-are you, do i need to get you to a hospital?" you rush, heart thumping. the boy shakes his head, though that clearly causes him pain. "my wounds- they'll regenerate quick enough. do you-do you have bandages?" he asks, and you nod aggressively, running a hand through your hair. "yes, let's go to my room." you say, trying to stay as calm as he is. with a lot of effort and sharp cries of pain, you finally make it into your room through the window on the fire escape, gently helping spiderman to your bed.

you allow yourself ten seconds in your bathroom to gather your breaths and thoughts before taking the first aid kit and rushing back to the bleeding boy, whose name is still a mystery.

your hands are shaking as you undo the box, and his hands suddenly fall against yours and squeeze. you look to him then, willing for the tears of fear to dry up and go away. "it's okay." he says, and then you feel even more rotten because spiderman is hurt in your bed and you're still making him comfort you.

"no-i know. you just surprised me, is all." you trail off, pulling your hands from his to pull out antiseptic ointment, cleaning wipes and swabs. "what- um, what happened?"

"mugging, guy had a knife. i was trying to get the purse from his hands and he slashed me. it's really not-" he coughs a bit, a fresh squeeze of blood seeping into the fabric. "-not bad. honest."

you shake your head, looking at him. "i have to take off your mask." you say solemnly. "or else it'll get bad. infected, or- heal into the mask."

he nods lightly, "i know." is all he says. his voices is laced with nerves.

your hands are still shaky when you reach to pull up the mask. he makes no attempt to move except to shift himself on your bedspread. you slowly peel the mask, eyes focused on the wound and not on the boy's face. but then, you can't help it. when the mask slips off, the boy's eyes are screwed tight.

but your breath catches in your throat when you take in his face.

it's richie.

of course it is. you press your lips together, forcing yourself to focus on his wound and not all the thoughts swirling in your mind. you don’t talk to each other, one out of anger and one out of pain, and he grips your arm, hand warm on your skin.

you can barely focus as you go to work on his wound, but you’re glad that by the time you’re almost finished, your anger has ebbed away and you’re strangely calm.

you don't meet eyes until you've got his cut cleaned out and you're satisfied it won't get infected. his eyes are nervous, anxious, scared. yours are surprisingly calm, and almost emotionless.

"hi, doll." he says, eyes no longer screwed shut, neither out of pain nor anxiety over revealing his identity.

"do your friends know?" is all you ask. he gives you a curt not as you shakily wrap the gauze around the nape of his neck, figuring a bandaid would come right off. his hand falls from your arm as you move it around his head.

"i had all them, but i wanted to see you."

his words send warm waves through your body and you bite your lip.

"why didn't you tell me? the other night?" you ask shortly, knowing that fighting won't get you anywhere.

“look, i’m sorry that i didn’t tell you, i really am. but slipping the fact that i developed spider-like superhuman abilities into an ‘are we friends or do we hate each other’ conversation is pretty fuckin' difficult.” he defends.

you nod, because, after consideration, you think you would have probably done the same. "okay. if your friends know, why didn't you..." you don't know how to phrase it.

"why didn't i go to one of them?" he sighs, sitting up as you finish clasping the gauze. he rubs his eyes and you realize you're not used to him without glasses - does he even need those anymore? his eyes are so blue, so warm. his eyelashes are long.

"i missed you. or, i - i don't know, i just... i needed to show you. to tell you. i was afraid to put you in danger but you deserve to know.” he says, honestly.

you hum, flicking a piece of rubble from his shoulder and then using that as an excuse to run your hands over the material there, feeling his muscles under your touch. "and you had to get stabbed to work up the courage?" you tease.

he beams, despite himself. and it's beautiful.

"how else could i get your attention, doll? i tried everything else."

you shake your head, huffing a bit. "can't believe you let me kiss you." you bury your face in your hands, feeling hot and embarrassed. "i'm sorry you had to do that." you squeak out, mortified.

it's quiet, and then, "i would do it again."

you look at him, from where you sit - both so close, almost touching... his breath almost hits your face. "really?" he looks at you like you've grown three heads. "yes." he deadpans, "obviously. why else could i have been spending so much time with you?"

you laugh, tilting your head back. "so you only want me for my lips?" you joke even though you're nervous. richie groans, hands tangling in his nest of windswept curls. it's charming and it makes your stomach flutter.

"y/n, don't make this so hard." he begs. unable to help yourself, you perk up, "that's what she said-" you start, but then richie kisses you for the second time.

he's nearly crashing into you, lips finding yours desperately through his own smile of disbelief - that you'd said that, or that he's kissing you? you don't care as you kiss back, hands finding purchase on his chest or in his hair.

then he's regaining his strength as your tongue finds his and he nudges you over, rolling so he lays above you. you pull him between your hips as he bites your lip gently and then moves on to kiss your neck, filling you with heat and butterflies.

"i'm sorry i didn't tell you sooner." he whispers into the shell of your ear as he bites a soft mark on your upper throat, and you sigh. "god, it-it's fine-"

but then it's too late, because your bedroom door flies open.

startled, you and richie break apart, eyes wide and lips bruised; blood staining his spiderman suit as he lays on top of you, your legs fastened around his hips and your hands tinged with his blood and sweat, both of you breathing wildly.

your mom stands in front of you, eyes wide and mouth agape in near horror - spiderman in bed with you. "hello, ma'am." richie breathes out and you resist the urge to smother yourself with a pillow.

"just... keeping your daughter safe, y'know, friendly neighborhood spiderman."

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