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choccyhearts · 6 months

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I've Found You // Eddie Munson x Succubus!Reader

Note: In case you didn't see my updates, I'm so sorry this fic was pushed back!! I first got sick and then found out the file deleted :( So, this was justtttt really annoying. But here it is ^_^ Eddie and his succubus gf meeting!! Also, I will slowly be posting chapter for this <3

CW: 18+!! Nightmare description (Eddie's), panic/fear, mentions of death/dying, crying, injury, fem/afab!reader, succubi!reader (lmk if i missed anything) ♡nothing sexual yet but succubi fics are no place for minors!!♡

Italics are Eddie's thoughts!!

Panting.

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Chapter 1

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All Eddie could hear was panting along with the thunderous boom of each beat of his heart. It was dark, all around him except a grinning moon silently taunting him. His feet pounded against the forest floor but it felt useless, he was still not far enough away.

He didn't know what he was running from. It seemed like he'd been running for a lifetime. Like all he'd ever known were the menacing trees that towered over him, the blackness of the night, and the fear pulsing through his body.

His lungs burned and his stomach ached. His toes throbbed as they bumped into various large sticks and tree roots. Just a little further, just a little further. Until what, he wasn't sure but he needed to take a break or he was going to drop dead, literally.

Taking a quick and sharp turn to the right, Eddie stumbled a bit as he tried to lose whatever was chasing him. He smacked his palm against trees as they whizzed by to help his balance. The bark scratched his skin and drew blood but Eddie didn't even notice. He was too focused on getting free.

Hoping his quick decision worked, Eddie turned his head only to be met with a horrific sight -- an animalistic creature running on all fours, any specific features lost to the night's darkness. But it's eyes, those he saw clearly, they locked on his for the split second he looked back. They were bright, not in an innocent or cheery way, but glowing. And they were a dark yellow, almost orange, color. Something about the way its pupils were blown wide made goosebumps rise on Eddie's skin.

Once sufficiently petrified, Eddie turned back around only to get his foot caught on one of those pesky tree roots. His fall is quick and unforgiving, knocking more air out of him and ending in a sickening snap! Eddie's heart sank as he realized what this little screw up meant.

His jaw shook and trembled as he shifted his body slowly to see the creature coming toward him much too fast for him to even think of moving. Especially with his now broken ankle. Instead, his eyes flowed over with tears as loud screams ripped their way past his lips.

"Eddie!"

As the creature sniffed him, Eddie stared straight ahead, still sobbing but quieter. Maybe if he stayed quiet, it'd deem him as less of a threat, and he could live. He wasn't ready to die. He had a lot left he wanted to do. And he wanted to tell his loved ones goodbye. And he wanted to know how he got here.

"Eddie!"

The creature's breath was hot as it hit Eddie's neck. He could feel droplets of drool drip onto his hand, letting him know it was hungry, and the only thing on the menu was the poor man.

"Please don't... don't eat me. I... I need to go home, I need to see my uncle," Eddie's voice cracked as he tried to speak above a whisper. The creature brushed its face into his hair as he spoke. A chill went up his spine, but Eddie tried to ignore his instinct to run and stay put to try to diffuse the situation.

"Please let me live..."

The creature huffed sharply and nudged its face deeper against Eddie's head. Soft growls escaped the monster's lips as Eddie's breathing picked up. Was there any escaping this?

Bones cracked as the creature moved closer to his face. Eddie sputtered, saliva leaving his mouth as he choked on his own breathing, terrified to move a muscle. A hot, wet tongue glides up his cheek, its breath reeking of death. Eddie wasn't sure if he was going to die from a heart attack or the teeth of this thing.

After the creature's tongue lifted from his flesh, it hovered, allowing its saliva to continue to drip on to him. It mixes with his tears as it slides down his face and to his neck.

"I've... found... you..." the creature croaked out. Its voice was gruff and scratchy.

Eddie couldn't form a coherent thought except for one thing; he was going to die. Actually, die.

"Eddie!"

Eddie shut his eyes, just wanting it all to be over. He whimpered as he was forced to listen to the creature crack its jaw to unhinge it.

And as the meek, cowering man sat paralyzed below to large, cold-blooded monster above him, he-

"EDDIE!"

"CHRIST!"

Eddie's heart rate spiked as his body physically jolted awake, his eyes snapping open and recognizing the sheets on his bed hazily. His brain worked quickly, trying to understand what just happened. His arms ached as someone tightened their grip on them.

He blinked a few times before lifting his head to see his uncle kneeling in front of him, his hands on his arms.

"You alright, son? Heard ya from out on the couch."

Eddie groaned from deep in his throat before responding, "Yeah, I'm alright. I had another bad dream, s'all."

"Some dream," his uncle scoffed, standing up.

"Sorry for making you come in," the man admits sheepishly.

"Was just worried about ya. Besides, it's after noon. You should be up anyway," his uncle teased.

Eddie grumbled and rolled back over, leaving his uncle to shake his head and leave the room.

Yeah, some dream.

♡

It was just after dusk when Eddie's cigarette died. He had been out at the picnic table in the trailer park for about an hour, chain smoking cigarettes and writing in his notebook. He scribbled down various things; campaign ideas for his DnD club, song lyric ideas, random thoughts from his head, and lots of doodles.

It was a cold, crisp October Sunday, and the weather was just right for Eddie. He loved it when it was chilly enough for his leather jacket, but not cold enough he'd to bundle up or something, he despised winter.

As Eddie stubbed out the cigarette, a rustling of leaves and snap of a twig alerted him to his left. His shoulders bounced as he jumped, nerves completely on edge. His eyes moved first, slowly scanning over his surroundings until they physically couldn't look left anymore. Then, he craned his head, his neck softly clicking.

His blood slowly decreased in temperature despite his efforts to tell himself it was just a deer -- a rabid raccoon at the worst. But his gut, twisted and clenched in fear, told him to stop kidding himself. The rustling continued, getting louder and closer. As he stilled like a statue and gawked at the emptiness amongst the trees in front of him, he anticipated... something. He didn't know what, but something was going to come out.

But it didn't.

The trees rustled for a minute more before stopping. His eyebrows scrunched as he blinked rapidly, relieving his eyes of the painful stinging that began setting in. He climbed off the bench he was on and stumbled backwards toward the direction of his trailer. His eyes darted around frantically as his body began to shake just a little bit under his big leather jacket.

"Christ..." Eddie muttered. Just an animal, he thought, just nothing. Get inside.

He tightened his grip on his notebook, bending and warping the pages and dampening them with his sweaty palms. He inhaled deeply before dashing suddenly, his sight trained on his front door. All he can do is run and hope he makes it in time.

But his hope runs out just as fast as it bloomed in his heart. Trying to outrun the creature, he lost his footing. A loud snap echoed around him, and next thing, Eddie was on the ground. He groaned and sucked his teeth, letting out a hiss. Not the first time he'd taken a bad spill but still didn't feel good.

Eddie panted as he lay on his stomach for a second in shock. Behind him, the rustling turns into sprinting. Loud and fast sprinting. His knuckles turn a bright white as he attempts to crawl himself to safety using his hands and uninjured leg.

Eddie shut his eyes, not wanting to see what's going to rip him to shreds. What's the point? It's not gonna save him.

The sprinting stops right next to his body but continues to try to get away. For the first time, he finds himself wishing one of his nosy neighbors was out for a smoke. But it's unlikely they'd even help him. That's why he hasn't screamed for help. If they wanted to help him, they would've. But they won't because whatever's attacking the town's cult leader is probably deserved.

The creature stalks behind Eddie, mimicking his snail-like pace. Taunting me, he thinks. He can hear its breathing, and it sends a shiver down his spine.

Growing tired, Eddie slowly stops his escape attempt. A foot presses on his back, making him still. Eddie's breath hitches as his mind goes blank. He's stuck. He was going to die.

As he cleanched his eyes tightly, Eddie felt his skin heat up and go ice cold in waves, fear filling his whole body until he couldn't feel anything else at all.

"Please...I don't wanna die..." He's unsure if words will work, but if the thing above him hasn't killed him just yet, maybe he can try bargaining with it.

The foot is lifted off of him only to be placed next to his side, the other planted on his other side. The creature lowers itself onto his back gently. Eddie lets out a gasp and wonders if that's good or bad. Before he can come to a conclusion, the creature answers for him.

"Die...?" Its voice is...soft. It's sweet, even. "Do you think I'd do that?"

Eddie stared forward as his brow bone furrows.

"Isn't that why you attacked me?"

"Attacked you!? No! I wasn't attacking you!" The creature leaned forward and craned itself over Eddie's body until it could drop its face down in front of his, looking at him upside down. "I wanted to say hi."

His eyes slowly open and reveal the surprising sight to him. Directly in front of his face was a beautiful woman, the most beautiful he'd ever seen. Her hair was shiny but wild and draped over the two of the like a shield or curtain. Her lips were curled upward into a cheeky smile, one canine peeking out. Her skin was vibrant and full of life. And those gorgeous eyes hypnotized him instantly as they darted around to drink in Eddie's features, too.

She slowly climbed off his back, not breaking eye contact. Despite the strain that had to have put on her neck, she doesn't show any distress on her face. Once off of him, she drops onto her knees on the ground in front of his face. She tells him her name, and he repeats it in a whisper.

"I'm Eddie." And if the universe didn't hate him enough, his voice cracked as he spoke.

"Nice to meet you, Eddie."

Clearing his throat, Eddie continued, "Can I ask what you were doing in the woods, bein' all...creepy and scaring the piss outta me?"

He couldn't remember the pain in his ankle, too busy reeling from the whiplash of the events playing out before him.

"I was looking for you," she said in a quiet voice.

"Looking for me?" Eddie's heart began to pick up again. The girl nodded her head as she moved forward. She set her left hand against his cheek and stroked the flesh.

"I've found you..."

Eddie's breath gets caught in his throat.

"Wh-what, what did you say?"

The girl brings her other hand to his face, tangling her fingers in rogue strands of his hair. She brings her head down to his, and his forehead is pressed against hers. She uses her thumbs to wipe his drying tears. Eddie's eyes fall closed without him realizing, his heart rate finally slowing.

"I've found you...," she repeats.

♡

The first thing Eddie heard was the ticking of a clock. It was a deep ticking, the noise bouncing off the walls due to the emptiness of the room. That was how Eddie knew he wasn't home because he didn't have a clock like that in his room because he didn't like to hear the ticking. Made him feel like it was counting down to his death.

His eyes slowly peeled open, the crusties perched in the corners of his eyes cracking and disintegrating. He turned his neck to the side and saw his uncle slouched in a rather uncomfortable looking chair asleep. He looked down, and while he already assumed he was in a hospital, he wasn't sure why.

He takes in the sight his left ankle in a cast. He groans and drops his head back. Great, just another thing he needs, he thinks. As his eyes stare at the popcorn ceiling above him his brain begins to play the previous events.

The rustling, the chase, his ankle, the girl. The girl. Who was she?

When his uncle finally woke up, he gave Eddie a hug before smacking him softly upside the head. He listened to his uncle chew him out for "horsing around". Eddie apologized, genuinely sorry for scaring him but he was confused.

"Well, I came home and found you by that picnic table with your skateboard out. Told ya to quit bein' so reckless. I thought you were dead but you were just out cold."

Eddie scrunched his nose. His skateboard was nowhere near him.

"What about the girl?"

"Girl? Aw, Eddie. Don't tell me you got yourself into all this for a girl?"

He doesn't remember passing out at all but he knows whoever that girl was had something to do with it.

"Uh...yes, sir. I'm sorry, I...completely forgot. I was fooling around, trying to do a trick on the the bench and I guess I slipped. I saw a cute girl, thought there'd be no harm but, well things just can't go well for Eddie Munson." As much as he hated lying to his uncle, he'd done it enough to get away with it easily.

"Well, get some more rest. Doctor should be discharging you soon."

Eddie laid back, replaying that girl's face. She's found him.

♡

#stranger things #st4 #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x reader #choccyhearts

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gatzilksis-2 · 2 years

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The Unbreakable Smell Spell, Pt. 5

Part 5: Another

(Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4)

"Are you excited?" The Brad shoved a pile of clothes into his favorite green gym bag.

Danny packed, too, though far more organized. His stuff was actually folded. Danny stared at the clothes; he'd almost gotten sick on laundry day. He had carried a sweaty pair of Brad briefs with him to combat the "good" smells of detergent and fabric softener. "No."

Danny gave a short answer so as not to piss Brad off. The giant man zipped his bag shut and stepped backwards to Danny. He pressed his big ass in shorts to Danny's back. PHWRRRR-BRRRRT!

Numerous farts already hung in the air, and this one was added to it. It left a warm spot on Danny's back. The student couldn't help breathing it in; it was so much better than his clean clothes. "Do we have to go to my place?"

"You're the one who said your mom would kill you for missing Thanksgiving dinner." Brad turned Danny's head towards him and leaned close to belch. It smelled like old food and meat, but Danny let the stench in.

"She would, but how am I supposed to eat normally around them?' Danny zipped his suitcase and sat beside it. "Obviously, the food is gonna smell horrible, and--"

"And we'll be right there to keep your air bad." Brad turned his ass to Danny again. BWRRRRrrrrrr-PRRRrrrrr!

Danny whiffed it. He hated it was getting to be a habit. He forgot how gross it was supposed to be. It was all he needed; the world had too many fragrances for his liking. The only thing that could keep him from them was the Brad.

"You said we..." Danny had barely noticed the change in pronoun. The smell around him was the one he needed most, the horrific nightmarish odor of beef and eggs and death churned out by the digestion of a mischievous near-giant.

"Oh, did I not tell you?" The Brad turned with his usual dark smirk. Sweat glistened on his face. "I extended the smell to another dude."

Danny gasped, the fart gas and natural body odor in the room entering his mouth. "You cast the spell on another guy like me?"

"No." Brad's smile widened. He was so proud of himself at whatever he'd done. "I widened the spell so there's someone else you can smell."

"What?" Danny had heard his roommate perfectly fine, but he didn't want to sniff another guy, too. One gross alpha-male was more than enough to be forced to sniff. "Who?"

"That's a surprise." Brad bent over in front of him. A used dryer sheet was thrown into Danny's face. The smaller boy swatted his hand to get it away from him.

The lavender left its mark in the air. Danny leaned closer to Brad's ass. He sniffed the jock's musky ass, remnants of past blasts of flatulence around it.

Brad chuckled. BWRRRRP! PHLRRRRrrrr...

It descended into silence. Danny took deep breaths of the putrid air. The lavender smell was gone right away, but Danny continued to sniff between the two big ass cheeks. He pulled his head away and blushed.

Brad jiggled his ass in the same spot. He smiled over one buff shoulder. "You seemed a little eager for that one."

Danny didn't argue. There was no point. If he did, it would only end up in more brutal farts. They might smell better than anything else right now, but Danny was far from actually liking them.

The two young men took their bags down and out of their dorm building. A stretch of sidewalk led to the student parking lot. The university was quiet, most people already having returned home for the break.

A tan, blond man almost the height of Brad leaned against a gray car. He was bulkier and his eyes were wider and green instead of blue. Danny had seen this guy in passing, but he didn't know who he was.

He looked like he could rip some nasty farts, and Danny realized that was the point.

"Sniffle, this is our companion and your new fragrance, James." Brad presented James as if he was a new car on a game show. He clapped a hand on James's shoulder as they both chuckled the laugh of meatheads.

Danny wanted to run. He could get a bus or hitchhike his way home for Thanksgiving.

It wouldn't work. Even if Danny could get away, he would inevitably become exposed to the smells the word labeled as good. He would get sick to the point of possible death without Brad (or apparently James now). For now, riding with these men was Danny's only option.

"Can we test it?" James asked eagerly. He pushed himself off the driver's door, green eyes appraising Danny's small form. "I can't believe it's real until we do."

"Okay." Brad leaned past Danny to open one of the back doors. He leaned close to the small man's face with a demanding stare. "Get in, Sniffy."

Danny sat down in the car. Brad shut the door behind him like a limo driver. Danny took a breath, and his stomach immediately started rolling. James's car smelled purely like new car.

Danny had once loved the smell, but definitely not now. It smelled too clean, too fresh for him to accept. He leaned between the front seats, trying desperately to reach the driver's seat and pick up the James farts pushed into it.

The back door he'd entered through opened again. Danny leaned back. A tan hand caught his shirt and forced him against the seat. Danny was about to be sick, the new car smell too potent even with an opened door.

The tan shorts of James appeared over his head. BWORP-BWRrrrrrrRRRR-RRRR!

Danny was relieved almost instantaneously. James's farts smelled different than Brad's. The Brad took the award for smelliest, but James's gas was more sickly, warmer and a little spicy. The blast was long and powerful enough to save Danny from the new car scent.

James stood outside the back door. He turned to laugh at Danny, just as the victim was taking an elongated sniff. "Oh my god! The Brad was right! This spell is real."

"No shit." Danny sat up to catch his breath. The "good" smell was starting to come back a little. "Can we go?"

"Aw, he loves it." Brad laughed and walked around to the passenger side. He opened the door and flopped onto the front seat. "If you're that eager for the rolling Dutch oven..."

The driver's side door opened for James. "Ironically, I have to get gas first."

James settled into his seat and started the engine. Danny felt sick, not from new car but from the necessity of smelling farts. He needed them, and he hated it.

Brad swiveled in his seat with a new smirk. "Hey, don't you like the smell of gasoline?"

Danny sighed. "I used to..."

#eproctophilia #farts #eprocto #fart kink #gatzilksis #flatulence #fart fiction #fart stories #male fart fiction #male fart stories

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imnotyourgirlfriendbro · 1 year

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Minho Teaser, don't have a title yet sorry!

Hai sorry I'm writing a story and this is a very small part of it and idk why I'm posting it but yeah. Anyways hopefully you enjoy and remember to check pinned post for more information :)

Minho was a little annoyed by Han and Changbin begging him to go buy them snacks at the corner store, but only because he had a lot of work piled up that he wanted to get done. Nonetheless he was a good person and agreed to go buy them snacks, and that's how he found himself in this situation. Han and Changbin forced him out of the house for Minho’s fate to put him in the right place at the right time, because sitting against the base of a tree with a clear trail of makeup down her face. He was actually unsure of what to do and almost walked away until he saw the slight shake of her shoulders and realized she was crying. His heart was too big to just leave, and so with very hesitant steps he approached the girl and crouched down in front of her.

“Are you alright?”

The girl’s head nods, but he notices more tears sliding down her face almost like a natural river flow. He was unsure of what to do and remained crouched for a long amount of time before making up his mind and carefully sitting down next to her. The sight of two people sitting together was an open invitation to the stray cats, prompting a couple of them to come up to MInho and the girl. He didn’t hesitate to pet them, and the sight of Minho petting them helped the girl slowly reach out for one but not quite make contact. Minho could see her hand was shaking as she attempted to hold it steady while the cat sniffed it.

“Here.”

Minho reached into the plastic bag from the store and pulled out a small candy bar before holding it out to her. The girl shook her head as she softly ran her hand down the cat’s back, but Minho saw how bad she was shaking and was worried so he didn’t really accept her refusal. Instead he opened the candy bar and held it out towards her again.

“I don’t eat this kind so if you don’t eat it then i’ll have to throw it away.”

The girl’s hand was shaky but she gently grabbed a piece of the candy, and broke it off before putting it in her mouth and chewing it slowly. Minho watched her silently and once she was done chewing that piece he held out the bar again, but this time she just turned her head to look at him instead of taking a piece of it. He could see her face better now and there was an obvious sign she had been crying for a while now. Her eyes were bloodshot and the skin around them was puffed out, most likely from the constant rubbing in attempts to get the tears off her face. Not to mention the smudged mascara and the black smear that was halfway down her cheek. Minho wasn’t here to judge though.

“What’s wrong?”

She stared at him in silence for almost three minutes, because inside she’s debating on telling him to go away or actually opening up and talking about her problems. Considering the fact that all her friends were moving away and she didn’t actually have anyone to talk to anymore she decided to tell him. She didn’t see the harm in telling this stranger what was wrong with her, because 9 times out of 10 you don’t see strangers again. That’s why they’re strangers.

“M-My friends are leaving me and they’re the only ones I have.”

“So you’re alone? What about family?”

“I moved here to study, but the friends I made are moving and they’re the only friends I managed to make here. I’ll be alone again, just like when I first moved here.”

She began crying again, because just talking about it hurt her almost the same way it hurt her when she found out her friends were leaving her. The sound of her crying was so much closer than the first time and it stabbed at his heart, making him bite his tongue for a second so he could get his own emotions under control. He felt for her, he really did because he knows how hard it is to leave your family behind and have no friends at first. It really hurt him seeing her like this, even if he didn’t know her. So without a second thought he pulled his phone from his pocket and pulled up the contacts app to look at his own number, and with a nudge of his arm he got her to look up at him.

“This is my number. Please add it to your phone. We can be friends. You don’t have to be alone.”

#stray kids #skz stay #skz imagines #skz lee know #stray kids fiction #stray kids lee know #lee minho #skz fanfic #skz lee minho #fanfic writer #fanfiction writer #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #imagine

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angelplummie · 2 years

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YOU PROMISED

KUROO X READER ANGST

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warnings: swearing, cheating, break ups, long awaited sequel hehe, big thanks to @floweyy for being my beta reader 💕💕 love forever girl. i hope u guys enjoy!!!

part 1 part 2

Your heart fell to the deep recesses of your gut when you heard his voice. The noise of his jacket being placed on the banister and the plod of his smart business man shoes let you track him along the hallway.

Closer and closer he got, and you still sat there, frozen stock still to the cushions. The embers of hysterics yanked at your insides as you fought the urge to start balling again. Instead, you managed to find resolve, managed to calm down just enough, steal yourself into a cold, miserable sight for him to come home to. Your face was still wet and messy, but it didn’t matter. You always looked pretty when you cried, you hoped he would remember you like this when he was gone. No, when you got rid of him.

“Y/N? I’m home.”

He finally found you, standing in the doorframe of the front room. Your gaze dragged across the carpet, to his shoes to his trouser to his shirt to his face. And you stared at him, making no effort to hide anything, anything at all. He blinked down at you with wide eyes, he almost looked innocent, like a little baby lamb. He batt his big beautiful eyelashes again and opened his mouth like he had something to say.

“Hi,” you said and you sniffed, nerves pulsing in your stomach. Whatever. You have nothing to be nervous about.

You could see him panic, see the cogs in his head churn, even if he did his best to hide it from you. It was only a flash, but you know a lot about someone when you love them for years of your life. Years of your life you will never get back.

“Are you ok, Y/N?” he breathed.

An eery silence followed, punctuated only by the beating of Kuroo’s disgusting pig heart. You close your eyes, draw in a deep breath.

“Can we just be honest with each other? For once? Can you just admit it?”

A shorter silence, this time interrupted a deep sigh.

“You heard then.”

So it was true. It was absolute. It was fact. While you feel like you might throw up, a strange relief washes through you. He was honest. He was being honest. It was new, it was refreshing, and if nothing else it was time saving.

“Of course I fucking heard.”

He sighed, shaky hands covering his face. He looked distressed, which pleased you, but did nothing to quell the burning agony, the misery eating away at you.

“I thought,” you inhaled through your nose, “that after years and years of being together, i would mean something to you. I would’ve hoped that the years of my life I spent on you, making you happy, doing everything I could for you, would mean more to you than this bullshit.”

He still covers his face, and your anger flares up once again.

“Fucking look at me when I’m speaking to you.”

Your voice is broken, it’s obvious and glaring, and he doesn’t dare disobey you. He brings his hand away, and you see his adam’s apple bob, his eyes are vacant as they look at you. His brows are furrowed, he looks like he’s in some kind of pain.

“But you go, and you-you,” you grimace and turn away, tears pouring from your eyes again, dropping from your lashes. Why can’t you do this properly? Why does he have to know how much you’re hurting?

“You do it right in front of me! And you swore! You swore on-on everything that you would never, that you were just like that, you’re just friendly. Fucking bullshit.”

You had lost the plot now. You remember you had intentions, but what were you even going to say to him in the first place? It didn’t matter. None of it mattered.

“Y/N,” he said, voice hardly over a breathless mumble,”I am so sorry. I never, never wanted to hurt you, I-I love you.” You wonder what he was thinking, what his evil reptilian little brain was thinking right now. Did he pity you? Did he think he still loved you? Did he just want it over? Whatever it was, it made you sick.

“Nothing you say matters to me anymore. I can’t believe a word that comes out of your mouth Kuroo.”

“Don’t,” he damn near whimpered, lurching towards you, crouching down to the sofa to be eye level with you,”Y/N, please, I’m so so sorry. It was a mistake, it was all a stupid mistake, I didn’t even- I- I- I wasn’t even-“

“Shut the fuck up,” you cut in, sobs catching in your raw throat, “don’t even fucking try to bullshit me. You’re not fucking sorry. I bet you and her had a little giggle about it didn’t you? Bet it was fucking hilarious.”

“No! It was just, one time before this, and then she came onto me again, and-and, I don’t know what I was thinking, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. This was the last time, I swear. I’m so so sorry. Please, Y/N, please, I am so sorry.”

“How can I ever believe that Kuroo?”

He exhaled desperately,

“You were never supposed to know!”

You laugh incredulously, a hysteria taking over. You felt like you were going insane, like you wanted to rip your hair out and scream and cry forever.

“And that’s supposed to make me feel better? You were going to lie to me, talk to me, live with me, fuck me like everything was fucking normal?”

The image of him being with someone else then coming home and putting his hands on you, it was too much for you to bear.

“You fucked me last night. After you fucked her.”

“Don’t say it like that, I didn’t ever think it would happen again!”

“What- am I suppose to be grateful? Oh, you only fucked her twice, and you only meant to fuck her once, you’re such a good fucking boyfriend.”

“I was never going to tell you! You never would’ve known, and we could’ve gone on and it would’ve been fine!”

“oh, fuck off,” you cover your eyes with your palm, whimpering slightly.

“Kuroo... I wanted to marry you.”

Your words hang in the air like the smell of the Chinese food containers in the kitchen.

Quiet followed for a little while again, until Kuroo made the brave choice to speak again instead of just leaving you alone.

“You still can,” he pleaded, and you scoffed.

“Y/N please,” it was tentative, but still audacious enough to irritate you, “This doesn’t have to be the end. It was just a mistake, a terrible terrible mistake. You know what I’m like, I was stupid and she-she was throwing herself at me and-“

“Oh please, give me every little detail, please tell me how much she wanted you, that makes me forget all about how you fucked your coworker this afternoon.”

His eyes are wide and gawking and his hair is mussed when you look at him.

“If you honestly think I could ever, ever fucking forgive you, you are delusional.”

He blinks and licks his lips and his big eyes dart to the ground.

“I know you’re mad, but...” he says shakily, and fury boils up inside you.

“Mad? I’m not mad. I’m fucking furious. I’ve never been more angry in my life. How fucking dare you come back here. How fucking stupid do you think I am?” the misery left your voice, your demeanour. You were getting louder, shouting. He flinched back as you spoke, but it only fuelled your anger.“Did you think I wouldn’t notice? Did you enjoy lying to me? Was it thrilling for you? Did it turn you on? Disrespecting me to my face, humiliating me, throwing away everything we talked about, everything I stayed up at night crying about, everything we worked through, did that help you get you get off?”

He stared defeatedly at you, lip quivering. But you weren’t done.

“Well? Did it? Did it feel better than with me? Was it worth it?”

Your question, however rhetorical, hung in the air, hitting both of you. You didn’t intend to get an answer, but now you wanted to know, and he knew that.

He opens his mouth and makes the starting noises of a sentence, but cuts himself off, starting again carefully.

“No,” he said slowly, calculated,” It wasn’t worth it.”

“But it was better?”

His tear rimmed eyes widened.

“No! I didn’t say that!”

Exhaustedly you close your eyes. You place your palm on your forehead and you feel the pain inside of your body gather up, clarify itself. He had sex with her. It finalised itself in your head, and all you wanted to do was cry, you didn’t want him here.

“I can’t do this anymore, Kuroo. You fucking repulse me. Get out of my house.”

You heard him gasp quietly, before sobbing like a panting dog.

“Let’s talk about this, please, I’m so sorry. I’m so so sorry.”

He grabbed your hand, in a manner you supposed could be considered tender, but you snatched it away.

You wrench yourself up off the sofa and knock past him, sending him stumbling back in his crouch.

“Y/N?” He says from the ground, looking up at you pathetically. But you just walk by him, head aching rhythmically with your steps. You felt creaky, worn down as you walk into your hall and up your stairs. Of course you hear thuds behind you, footsteps that would’ve made your heart soar before, now filling you with remorse and annoyance.

Can’t it just be over? Can’t you be left to grieve the life you had wanted? Worked towards? Depended on? Can he just fuck off to whatever hole he came from? Please?

But that would be too kind, as you hear a sniff a few meters behind you.

He advances in strides and you come to a stop outside the bathroom door when he wraps his arms around your chest from behind. You were on your way to sit and be alone, to recollect your thoughts and cry. But he couldn’t let that happen.

He held you right to him, and buried his face in your shoulder. Your skin crawled at the touch of him, how he was so close to you, how close he had been to her, how he hadn’t showered so her touch would be on him still. He held you now, trapped you in the same arms that held her, pressed the same lips to your shoulder in desperate gasps. Disgust was all you felt for him in this moment.

“Please, I-I can’t do it without you.”

“Get off of me.”

A millisecond past and he didn’t move, and you were affronted with panic and horror and yet more tears.

“I said get off! Get off me!”

You threw his arms off and turned around to face him again, a wild look on your face like an injured animal. You had been avoiding his eyes, but now you bore into him with an intensity he had never felt before. It made him nauseous.

“I need to be alone, ok? Either I leave or you leave. We’re done Kuroo, It’s over. You’re not the same person to me anymore.”

He looked beautiful now. Eyes red and puffy and glassy, he was like a painting. He looked unlike you’d ever seen him. And from the bottom of your soul you hated him.

“No, give me one more chance. I’ll do anything. Please.”

A sob of exasperation left you and your fingers found your temples.

“What don’t you get, there’s nothing you can do!Your last chance was a year ago, there’s nothing left.”

He sniffed sulkily, and exhaustion finally fully hit you.

“Just, please. Leave. I want to be alone. I can’t-I can’t look at you right now.”

Because whenever you do, all you see is everything he could’ve been doing. And it terrifies you because some of the things you’re imagining didn’t happen, but you know for a fact some did, and you can’t work out which and it’s hurting your head.

“I’m still the same guy,” he pleads,”I still love you, you have to know that I love you.”

“I don’t know anything anymore,” you say dejectedly. You look at the carpet, and lean against the bathroom door, “I don’t know what’s a true and what’s a lie. You acted like you love me and you changed, and you’ve done so much for me. But I don’t know anymore.”

Another second of him being near you. Another agonising second.

“You have to leave Kuroo. I’m- I just- I can’t. Please fucking leave.”

He sniffs again, and takes a good long look at you. You’re gorgeous and miserable, so empty. He wants to beg more, but he knows he has no wiggle room this time. He’s been caught. It’s done.

You don’t glance up and check when you hear footsteps leading away from you. You don’t move when the door creaks open and closed. You don’t do anything. You just stand in the landing. Arms over your chest, over your pounding heart, fingers gripping your shirt. So unbearably tense.

This is so hard. What are you meant to do now? Where do you go from here? He’s gone. He left you, and even though you told him to, it feels like another betrayal. You miss him. Why isn’t he here? Why isn’t he making it better? Why is no one making it better? Does no one love you in this whole world? Are you really all alone?

Even after he promised?

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sirthisisa-wendys · 3 years

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In Bloom: Alpha!Geto x Fem!Omega!Reader

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Omega.

The lowest of the low.

You look at your reflection and ask the universe why you aren’t at least a beta. But today you and the other omegas would be passed off to various available and willing leaders of the pack, chosen only by scent.

“It’s not so bad,” your best friend, Geto Suguru, chimes in at breakfast, assuaging your fears. He’s an Alpha, but you know he wouldn’t choose you. You two were too close to consider being part of a household together; you had been best friends since you were young, and that was the extent of it - well, that’s what you knew was true. It’s not what you wanted to be true. “Plus, sometimes you’re not picked for mating, and you meet your mate later. It’s just an easier way to distribute enough people to avoid overwhelming each house.”

“The sniffing test sounds worse than it actually is,” your sister, Marie, chuckles, nudging her beta husband, Yuta. “You’ll see what I mean later.”

And later came sooner than you thought, you realize, standing in a room with the four other omegas in the pack who haven’t been claimed yet and are of age. Nostrils are flaring, eyes are dancing around, and your head is clouded with the smells of the other betas and alphas in the room in front of you.

“No one here is pleasing to me,” Nanami crosses his hands over his chest, looking at the head of the pack with disdain. Gojo shrugs, looking over the four of you with passing interest.

“Anyone?” Toji Fushiguro steps forward, eyeing you all carefully before picking Mei Mei, a small little thing that would definitely be dominated by him inside and outside the bedroom.

“I’ll add Mei Mei to my group.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, thankful that you wouldn’t be the one Toji picked. It was every girl’s worst fear - well, until he satisfied you in bed, of course. Rumors of his prowess in bed were enough to make any omega tense up, and he was famous for not having a single complaint come from his household about polyamory. In fact, both of his mates - Gunnar and Elizabeth - were some of the kindest and heartwarming people you had ever met, despite being mated the weapons handler for the pack.

“I’ll take Haibara,” Yuki, another Alpha, announces. You look over at the man - who had been waiting patiently for this moment - as he joined the only person he loved in the camp. Yuki’s choice had not been unexpected at all. But now it’s down to you and Urahime, and you eye her with curiosity. Would Geto choose her? Or would Gojo take her? Urahime was an introvert, and not really suited for being the head of the pack, so obviously--

“Urahime,” Gojo holds his hand out, and she shuffles toward him, her hair hiding the blush creeping up her cheeks. You look over to Geto, who smiles and crosses his arms over his broad chest before nodding at you.

But wait--

“Come on, y/n.”

Wait, but wasn’t he-- didn’t he say--

Aren’t we just--

You’re still dumbfounded as he walks you to his - now your - home, which isn’t too far from yours. Geto didn’t have a mate, nor did he have anyone else in the house. That was why he spent so much time with you and your sister in your home.

“Just see this as the main house,” Geto announces as you climb the stairs behind him. “We can bounce between your old one and here if you’d like.”

“Wait,” you finally murmur, finding your voice. “Why did you choose me? Was it because I was last?” Geto turns around, raising a brow as his hand lingers on the doorknob to his bedroom.

“I would’ve picked you first if we hadn’t cast lots to see what order we would go in. I lost this time.” He swings open the door, and you see the room has completely changed from what it used to be. What used to be a bachelor’s pad with flannel sheets, LED lights, gaming consoles, and a massive TV on the wall has become a light-filled room with grey curtains, cotton sheets, a bookshelf, and two comfortable chairs by the unused fireplace instead of swivel chairs and a banner that covered up the brick enclosure.

“You redid the room…” you breathe as you walk past him, and he smiles a toothy grin, watching you take in the transformed space. “All of this for me?” You touch the comforter, and eye the row of candles beside a wooden desk - all things that weren’t there before.

“Mmm-hmm.”

“Am I here just to take care of the home? I understand if that’s the case. I’d be happy to--”

“Let’s talk about it over lunch,” he murmurs, and you jog to the kitchen downstairs. Your sister is already there, apparently coming in through the side door that’s closer to your former residence. She’s just finishing up making pulled pork sandwiches, and you help her set them on the dining room table.

“Not so bad, huh?” she laughs at you, and you shrug.

“I mean, staying with Suguru and helping out until he meets his mate is enough for me,” you smile, placing a bag of chips onto the table. Your sister raises her brow but says nothing else while you work. When you finish setting the table, you all take your places and begin to eat, the silence deafening. You glance at Geto, hoping he will explain your duties while you stay here, but he just looks at Yuta, who glares back at him.

“Just spit it out, Suguru,” your sister gripes, and Geto sighs, placing his sandwich back on his plate.

“So, y/n. I know today you joined my household, and I want to tell you why.”

“Sure,” you shift in your seat, placing a chip in your mouth before Suguru announces,

“I want to be mated to you.” Saliva and chip pieces create a blockage in your throat, and you cough, eyes falling to your lap as your sister pats your back roughly.

“Me?” you finally croak, still choking a little. “Are you sure? We’re friends, Geto, not--”

“I would hope that would come with time. But I wanted to know if you would stay with me. You can say no and move back into the house with your sister; I won’t be hurt.”

“It’s not like you would be doing anything you’re uncomfortable with,” your sister adds. “All of this will be at your pace.”

You scoot your chair back, and whisper, “I need some time to think.”

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Your time to think about everything lasted more than one night. It lasted almost a whole two weeks, you realize when you look up from your wooden desk. Geto had given you the room to yourself, choosing to huddle on the couch downstairs or retreat to his study when necessary.

You hadn’t really touched on the prospect of mating with him the entire time, not wanting to betray your feelings for him as a big brother, but the part of you that saw him as a handsome and caring man (and potential mate) wouldn’t go away. Actually, it just grew as you cohabitated with him and learned more about him.

But today would be especially difficult, you remember, rubbing your thighs together. You look over at the collections of pillows and one stolen hoodie from Suguru’s closet. You try your best to avoid being near him because you know what kind of overdrive your heat would throw him into. So you stayed in your room for most of the time, using the master bathroom, and only coming out to eat when you knew he left to run an errand. Your stomach growls angrily, and you clutch at it, hoping Suguru would go out for lunch and leave you so you could grab food and just be left alone to decide what you want to do if anything. You pick up your phone and frantically text your sister:

SOS, need food

Within a moment, your phone buzzes and Marie replies:

Can’t you ask Suguru?

You furiously type:

No! Last day of pre-heat.

Seconds later, a knock at your door startles you so bad that you almost leap out of your seat, and you call out, “Yes?” The door opens to your dismay, and Suguru peeks his head in, his wet hair and grey shirt appearing first. Should’ve locked the door.

“Marie told me to check on you, are you…” He examines the nest of blankets, pillows, and the stolen hoodie, and the confusion in his eyes vanishes. “Oh.” You try not to grimace, but he closes the door behind him, retreating down the stairs then reappearing with a carton of juice and a bag of trail mix.

“I keep these around, just in case,” he explains, then walks out of the room. “Lock your door,” he warns, then shuts it behind him with finality.

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The knob jiggles in the middle of the night.

That’s when you know your heat has started.

“You okay in there, y/n?” Suguru murmurs, lips pressed to the crack of the door. You shift the large blanket off of you and wipe the sweat from your face.

“I’m fine,” you croak and rub your face slowly. “Just tired.”

“L-let me know if you need anything.” You hear him slump against the door and slide down, effectively blocking any and all exits. “Do you want to go home to your sister?” he calls out, and you groan.

“No.” You didn't want to inconvenience your sister and Yuta in this way, and she’d already snitched on you once in hopes that your heat would push you and Suguru together.

“Sure you don’t need anything?”

“N-no.” You whisper, and he falls silent, no doubt attempting to figure out how he can get on the other side of the door. No, you still had to decide. If you held out for long enough, you’d find out that his feelings were just figments of your imagination, and Geto couldn’t be interested in an Omega like you. He needed a Beta, a beautiful one that could match him in every way. You’re not that woman, and you could never be.

“Y/n…” You perk up at the way he whines your name, and inch closer to the door. “Let me in. Please.”

You hold a hand to the smooth wood, closing your eyes and letting it fall to your lap.

“You need a strong mate,” you answer, shaking your head. “I’m not the right one for you.” You stare at the doorknob with longing. You could open the door and let him in, but what would happen when he moved on to someone better? You’d be crushed, settling into the reality that you’re just a replaceable Omega.

“I don’t want anyone but you. No beta or other omega could be perfect for me. Not like you are, y/n.” When you don’t answer, Suguru murmurs, “Remember when we were in the park when you got your first heat?” You nod, even though he can’t see you. “I swore you knocked me flat on my ass right then and there. I knew I didn’t want anyone else from then on, but I had to fight Gojo once you ran off with your sister to go home.” He chuckles, as if this happened yesterday and not when you were seventeen, which was five years ago.

Your hand is reaching for the doorknob before you can stop it, and you unlock the door, anticipating Suguru to burst in and ravage you. But when he opens the door, he walks in slowly, taking stock of you on the floor and in an old t-shirt of his. He’s still in a grey shirt and joggers from before, his hair pulled back like always.

When he crouches down to face you, you’re shaking - whether it’s from fear or from excitement, you can’t tell. Either way, when Suguru places his hand on your cheek, you feel all of your nerves drift away. He taps a kiss to your nose, then tilts your head up to kiss you on the lips, holding you close by the neck. Once he’s done kissing your mouth, he trails below your chin, lips making a path to your collarbone.

“Get this off me,” you moan, and he flips his shirt off of you, tossing it into your nest before lifting you and taking you to the bed. He lays on top of you, spreading your legs wide while you jerk your hips up to meet his palm.

“I know you want to go fast,” he breathes, pressing another kiss to your mouth. “But let’s go slow. Take our time, hmm?” You whine, a fire building in the pit of your stomach while he smooths his fingers and lips over your skin. “I’ve waited for this for years.”

“Please take me now,” you plead, and Suguru shakes his head, diving past your underwear and sliding a finger into you easily.

“Patience, sweetheart.”

You don’t know how you got so turned on, but damn Suguru is going incredibly slow. You grunt in displeasure and your hands feverishly push down his joggers, letting his hard length spring free without hesitation. Suguru is taken aback at your show of aggression, but he follows it with his own, taking his teeth and raking them up your leg.

“Can’t hold back, huh,” he wonders, finally shucking his pants off. The dark-eyed Alpha removes your underwear and spreads your legs, pumping his cock a few times before nestling into your heat. You both give a loud groan of pleasure, which rocks you to your core as he sinks into you before pulling out, then thrusting back inside of you. You keen as he angles his hips so that your hips are meeting him easily without a single ounce of resistance.

“Please, Su,” you whisper, holding him close as he fucks you senseless. A haze settles in over you and you’re lost, wandering around aimlessly in your mind as he continues to pump into you. There’s no pain, no fear, no nothing. Just you and Suguru mating in your bed with abandon.

A stretching feeling fills you towards your entrance, and you pant, feeling even more full than before.

“S-Suguru…” you hiccup, but he hushes you, still pushing into you as his hand ghosts over your cheek.

“It’s okay… everything’s okay…” His fingers are shaking, but you don’t know why. Even so, something in you shifts, and you feel the burning fire roaring to life in your stomach. You grip him a little harder and cry out his name, which makes him lean forward, mouth open. At first, you think he’s going to kiss your neck, but when you feel his teeth graze a sensitive spot and then press down, you know what’s happening immediately. His scent explodes tenfold and you do the same, biting into his neck with equal pressure and feeling a trickle of blood run from the spot after a while.

The feelings that flood in are incredibly overwhelming, and you suddenly lose all sense of time, space, and knowledge. A loud exhalation is ripped from your throat, and Suguru echoes your sound a few moments later, spilling his seed deep inside of you.

A few minutes pass, and he’s recovered considerably, the mark on his neck still fresh with blood but not as red. His knot has only gone down a fraction, but you don’t mind. Your thoughts are like water and mist, just flowing past you easily, nothing sticking for too long.

“Talk to me,” Suguru whispers, but you can’t reply, your mind landing on one word, but then ghosting it away as soon as you go to speak it. All you can do is rest in his arms, nuzzling him close and closing your eyes.

BONUS:

As you rest with your back against Suguru’s chest, he’s making that sound while rubbing your swollen stomach. The sound is like a croon - bordering on a purr - and whenever he does it, it soothes you to the point of sleepiness. Your pup is tossing and turning despite Suguru’s soothing motions, and you wonder what your pup would be for a second before Yuki and Haibara appear in the backyard.

The sounds of greetings from the other pack members echo around the large space, and you watch them hand over a plate of uncooked steaks to Yuta, who is busy flipping the meat on the grill. Yuki approaches you, hands out to touch your bump as Haibara chats with Gojo and a two-year-old Yuji.

“I say it’s an Alpha by how much it keeps you up at night,” Yuki speculates, and you laugh, praying to God you wouldn't have a mini-Suguru running around the house any time soon. Gojo would very easily snatch him (or her) up and train them how to be “the strongest”, which wouldn’t bode well for your doors or kitchen cabinets.

“I’ve been telling her it’s an Alpha,” Geto chimes in, and you sigh, rolling your eyes.

“Are you going to also tell Yuki here what you said about the Fushiguro’s son?”

“What?” he asks innocently. “I only said Megumi would make a great Omega.”

“And Toji told you to eat shit.” Yuki leans back and cackles, holding her stomach.

“Sounds just like Toji.” You let the two alphas continue their conversation, tuning them out and watching Megumi run across the grass with Yuji and Nobara.

“You know, there’s only one thing worse than a curse user,” You hear Gojo mutter to Toji, and the green-eyed man nods.

“Yeah, a child.”

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So I’m obsessed with the idea of cow shigaraki don’t ask me why lmaoo anyways shigaraki was always an asshole to everyone ( everyone tries to take him seriously but his cute little ears makes it hard) shigaraki hasn’t gotten out of his room for days and everyone kind of got worried but forced the reader to check it since shigaraki was a littel bit decent to them ( everyone knows shigaraki has a crush on the reader but of course the reader is lowkey dumb to notice) to there surprise the reader finds shigaraki humping his pillow while sniffing the readers sweater or panties that he “ borrowed” and moaning readers name, it turns out our little cow shiggy here has his heat not to mention little drops of milk are coming out of his pink nipples, shigaraki notices the reader and just starts crying and whining and begging the reader ti help him out because he’s in so much pain and can’t get off ( the reader does have a heart and helps him out but it’s not gonna be that easy since the reader does want to tease him a bit but soon gives him what he wants) a fluff ending because why not

This lives rent free honestly loll anyways add any kinks u want sweetheart

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BRO I JUST REALIZED WE REACHED OVER 100 FOLLOWERS I LOVE YOU GUYS SO MUCH

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Warnings: Hand job, blow job, thigh fucking, normal fucking, mommy kink, this time Shiggy is making milk for y/n, pillow humping, heat, boobies lol, bad words, he has cow ears and tail because that’s fucking adorable, he cums like... a lot.

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I know what everyone is thinking, and I pinky promise that Shigaraki does not moo in this, so don't worry. I did read a fic like this and everyone turned it into like a “cursed fanfic” because the mooing weirded them out, but the only thing that really bothered me is that it was non-con (non-consensual [rape]). I will never ever ever EVER EVER EVER write non-con. Never.

Ok, I am on a fucking roll with the mommy kink, so here we go 😌

Anon your ideas make me write for literal hours cause I get so excited and I write for “20 minutes” that turns into four hours that turns into getting half of your requests done in less than a week. If anyone reading this can draw, I demand art of cow Shigaraki. This reminds me of Shigamothie (my guilty pleasure)

However, the way he looks in my head isn't drawn out, and um, I can’t draw 😃

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“Y/n, it's been days. Go check on him, ” Dabi said.

“Why don't you go do it?” you asked.

“Because he’ll fucking dust me, ” he responded.

“And? He would dust me too, ” you said.

“Y/n, first of all, that's impossible because of your quirk, ” Dabi said, “and second, everyone knows Shiggy has a crush on you. Well, everyone but you,”

“He does not, ” you scoffed.

“I'll bet everyone dinner for the next three nights that he does. But you have to go up there and ask him, ” Spinner said.

“Fuck, ” you muttered, “fine! Fine, I'll go, ”

You trudged up the stairs, sighing when you got to his room.

You knocked but there was no response.

“Risking my job so those assholes can eat, ” you muttered.

To your dismay the door was unlocked and you walked in.

“Hey, this is a dumb question, but-” you cut off, “Shigaraki are-are you ok?”

He was curled up on the bed in fetal position, naked with a pillow between his legs, humping it desperately. He didn't seem to notice you yet.

‘Is that my sweater?’ you thought.

You put a hand oh his shoulder, “Shigaraki? Are you ok?” you asked again.

He shook his head, moaning, “need you y/n, ” he gasped, “need you, please. It hurts. It hurts so bad please y/n, ”

You bit your lip, scratching behind his ears as he moaned desperately.

“I can't. I-I can't get myself off, ” he sobbed, “it doesn't w-work. I need you y/n I need to be inside of you I-”

He let out a strangled yelp as white liquid shot out of both his cock and his erect pink nipples. You knew he had cow ears and a tail, but you never thought he’d actually make milk. You knelt by the bed and sucked experimentally, enjoying the taste of his warm milk.

“Mmm, ” you hummed, drinking more.

“Y-y/n don't. It feels too good when you do that I can't-” he cried, spilling another load onto the poor pillow.

You giggled, “i didn't know you went into heat. It's kinda cute, ” you said, brushing sweaty matted hair out of his face.

He hid his face in your sweater again, just for you to pull him to face you once more.

“Mommy, ” he whispered, “I need you. Please, mommy, ”

You kissed his forehead, “mommy, huh? Y’know you're really not that scary, Shiggy. The ears and tail don't help either, ”

He whined, blushing, “please mommy?”

He looked up at you with puppy dog eyes that you couldn't resist.

You sighed, “fine. But only if you answer my question, ”

He nodded, “anything, mommy. I’ll do anything, ”

You took a deep breath before asking, “do you have a crush on me? ”

“Wh-what? ” he stuttered before blowing another load with a groan.

“I asked you if you have a crush on me,” you repeated.

He couldn't hide it from you. He couldn't even hide it from himself.

“Yes, ” he groaned, “yes, I have a fucking crush on you. Please fuck me y/n, ”

“Say please again, baby. I love it when you beg,” you said, kissing him.

He froze as you pressed your lips to his. Shigaraki looked up at you with wide eyes. That was his first kiss, and he got to share it with you.

“Please, ” he whispered, “please fuck me y/n, ”

You ran your hand up and down the back of his thigh, stopping to squeeze his butt gently. You took his nipple in your mouth again, drinking more of his milk before kissing him again. This time he returned your affection. You took away the pillow, and he started whining, practically crying at the lack of stimulation. He was already a mess. There was really no need for teasing, but you couldn't help yourself. You tapped the tip of his cock with your pointer finger, watching as he moaned and tried to buck into it.

“So sensitive, ” you said, pulling your hand away, “I think we’re gonna have some fun Shiggy, ”

He nodded, “mommy, please, please touch me, ”

You couldn't deny him any longer. He was practically crying. He’d been so touch-starved for years it wasn't just about how badly he needed to cum it was about how badly he needed not only to be touched but to touch someone else. He hadn't given or received a hug since he was a kid, and even now, he couldn't if he wanted to. Until you joined.

Your first quirk was impressive, but the fact that you had a secondary quirk to cancel out his had to be fate. He decided that very day that you were his soulmate. You were the one he could do all that cheesy romance stuff he’d seen during movie nights when it was Toga’s turn. You were his from the moment he saw you.

“I’ll touch you baby boy, don't worry, ” you said, taking off your shirt.

He stared at your chest as you unclipped your bra. He reached for your boob, seemingly to play with it in his hands but instead pulled you towards his mouth. He sucked harshly, groping your other tit. You groaned as he pinched and twisted your left nipple and sucked on your right one. You weren't even on the bed yet, still knelt beside it. You pushed him away and climbed on top of him, laying him flat on his back.

“You're so rough with mommy, sweetie. You have absolutely no power in this position, no matter how much you'd like to deny it. Now I wonder, ” you said, reaching between his legs, “does this little cow moo?”

You jerked his cock harshly, causing Shigaraki to let out a loud moan.

You whispered in his ear, “It looks like the answer is yes, ”

You kissed his cute little ear, still getting him off with your hands. He came again, painting your hand with cum, but he still wasn't satisfied. You took his nipple in your mouth once again, sucking warm milk from him. He was shuddering and thrashing around on the bed once again, falling apart from the lack of stimulation to his dick.

“Mommy, need inside. Please mommy please, ” he begged.

“Be patient, Shigaraki, ” you said, caressing his cheek, “I'm taking you every way I know how, ”

You crawled down the bed, letting your left hand trail down his body, pinching and twisting his nipple again. You smeared the milk that oozed out over it. When you finally settled between his legs, you took your time admiring and practically worshipping his thighs. You kneaded the flesh in your hands, kissing, licking, and biting them, thrilled you were finally able to get your hands on them. You’d always had a thing for his thighs, not sure why.

When you finally started moving upwards he begged you shamelessly.

“Please put your mouth on my cock, mommy, ” he whined, “please, I'll be good. I’ll be a good boy for you mommy, ”

You bit and kissed his inner thighs more, traveling as high as you could while still ignoring his oozing cock. You had to dig your nails into his thighs to keep Shigaraki from closing them. You finally brushed your lips against his balls, and Shigaraki almost came right then and there. You licked long stripes up his dick, pausing to let your tongue tickle the head. He was holding back now, trying to last so he could feel your mouth for just a little longer. You sucked on the head of his cock, impressed by his willpower and even more excited to break him down.

You took him into your mouth and hollowed your cheek, not caring about the tears streaming down your face or how you gagged whenever you moved your mouth. He pulled you up until your breathing steadied.

“Dont hurt yourself, mommy, ” he said.

He pet your hair as you were still only halfway down his cock. He was so sweet to you, such a good boy. You rolled his balls in one hand, wrapping the other around what he wouldn't allow your mouth to cover, and sucked harshly on what you could. He was starting to break down, finally letting go in your mouth. He came with another strangled cry. If you were honest, his cum tasted awful thanks to his poor diet, but luckily, you knew exactly how to get rid of the taste.

“As much as I love milking your cock, baby, I think there's something else that needs milking too, ” you said.

You brought your head to his chest once again gulping down milk.

You pulled away “you need to est better sweetie. I’ll cook for you from now on, ”

He looked like he was about to object, so you captured his lips in a sweet kiss, letting him know how happy you were that he was here with you and how excited you were to take care of him. You had used your mouth and hands which only left one option, your cunt. Or so he thought.

“Kneel for me by the end of the bed, Shigaraki, ” you said.

He did as he was told, “you can call me Tomura, ” he said.

“Such a pretty name, ” you praised, “now put your cock between my thighs,”

You had lifted your legs as best you could, counting on him to support you the rest of the way.

“What?” he asked, confused.

“I want you to fuck my thighs, ” you explained, “and if you try to slip inside of me, I'm not fucking you properly until tomorrow and you can suffer for the rest of today, ”

He frowned. That was no fair, but he wasn't going to disobey you. He had promised to be a good boy. So he took off your pants and lined himself up with your thighs, moaning as he slid in between them.

“ go ahead, baby boy, make yourself feel good, Tomura” you said.

He nodded, beginning to thrust into your thighs. He had your legs draped over his shoulders and was dangerously close to your aching cunt. He was whimpering the entire time, desperate to finish so he could get inside of you. Feel how warm and wet you were. Letting you squeeze him and milk his cock, how he’d play with your tits as you moaned beneath him. That's all it took for the head of his dick to peek out from between your thighs and paint you with his cum.

“Baby, you did such a good job for mommy, ” you praised him, “fuck me, Tomura, you deserve it, ”

He reached into the drawer of his nightstand, but you stopped him.

“I'm on the pill. You don't need a condom, ” you said.

He shook his head and rifled through the drawer before pulling out a cock ring, sliding it on.

“Wanna make mommy feel good too, ” he said, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck, “wanna last so mommy can cum with me, ”

You squeezed him tight, kissing the top of his head.

“You're so sweet, baby, ” you said.

He pulled down your panties, lining himself up, and hovering over you.

“Tell me if it hurts, ” he said.

You nodded, and he pushed in slowly, stretching you, but you didn't want him to stop. Once he was entirely inside you, he stopped. He tried to commit the feeling of you to memory. He began thrusting slowly, focusing all his energy on making you feel good. He reached down to rub your clit, causing you to moan out his name. He tried every angle to try and find the spot you liked. When your back arched and you moaned out, ‘right, there baby,’ he knew he’d found his mark. He kept thrusting, speeding up, watching you come undone. You grabbed his hair, arched your back into his chest, and didn't try to hide your desperate moans.

“Tomura, I'm close, ” you said, pressing his forehead to yours.

He nodded and kept going, whining and whimpering. You groaned, starting to reach your limit. You started grinding against him, chasing your high desperately. You came with a high-pitched whine, juices coating his cock.

“That's it, mommy, please cum on my cock. I love making you feel good, mommy I-, ” he was cut off by his orgasm, crying out to you.

He collapsed on top of you, cum oozing out of your hole.

“Will you go out on a date with me?” he whispered.

You laughed, “yes, of course I'll go out on a date with you, Tomura”

“Thank you, mommy, ” he whispered.

The door swung open.

“Y/n are you dead or-, ” Dabi grinned, “we’re eating good tonight, guys!” he called downstairs, closing the door as everyone cheered.

“Spinner made me go ask if you had a crush on me. I said no, but then he offered to get us all dinner for three nights, ” you explained, “plus you actually liked me back, which in my opinion is much better than anything he could have offered, ”

He chuckled, “I'll have to thank him. You're not getting out of this bed until dinner y/n, hope you know that, ”

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 years

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Revelation

Breach Masterlist

Warnings: non/dubcon sex (series), general angst, some blood and anger this chapter.

This is dark!Winter Soldier/Bucky and explicit. 18+ only.

Note: SURPRISE! I somehow got this done this morning so voila!

I won’t demand but do ask for feedback; likes, reblogs, replies, comments, asks, especially on this series, but again, enjoy in your own way! <3 Love you!

A six-hour car ride and a brief flight saw you at a second safehouse; bigger and isolated from the world in a nest of trees. Steve accompanied you alone as Howard disappeared to ‘sort out business’. You watched and listened to it all, always keeping Luka close.

Your room was as big as one of the houses you’d lived in during your days in South America. Luka wanted to stay with you and you wouldn’t have let him sleep anywhere else. James, or Bucky, whoever he was those days, looked grim as he commented how nice it would be for you to have your privacy. You didn’t dare ask him to stay in the room though you wanted it. You had grown used to his presence.

You slept the first night soundly, waking only once or twice to look at the door. The usual shadow wasn’t there. That made you frown and run your fingers through Luka’s hair. You were safe now but that wouldn’t last, it never did.

You woke yawning, the hours of sleep reminding your body of its long-hewn fatigue. You could have slept for days. You peeked out into the hallway and Luka pushed past you, sprinting out the door. You followed him and called him back to you with a reprimand. He was excited about all the new places.

“Mishka, you stay close, we’re only going to get some breakfast,” you said as you took his hand.

“Mama, this place is so big! I wanna stay here forever,” he sang as he tugged on your arm.

“Why, so you can tear the walls down?” you tutted, “What has gotten into you?”

“Papa’s friend, Steve, he told me he fights the bad guys,” Luka swung your arm, “will he fight the ones who hurt you and Papa?”

You stopped just outside the kitchen. You turned Luka to you and bent to look him in his face. “What men, mishka?”

“The one’s we’re running from,” he said innocently.

You gulped and cradled his face in your hands, “don’t you worry about that, my love, me and your father will always keep you safe.”

The boy looked confused but didn’t ask more, he only nodded and you stood with a sigh. You took his hand again and pulled him into the kitchen. You sat him on one of the tall chairs along the island counter and searched the fridge. You poured each of you a bowl of Cheerios and pushed his across to him as you leaned on the other side of the counter and spooned up the cereal.

“You’re here,” James’ voice startled you as he came to a sharp stop just inside the doorway, “you weren’t in your room, I was--”

“You said we’re safe here,” you lowered your spoon, “Luka was hungry.”

“We are safe,” he exhaled and slowly crossed the room to stand at the end of the counter.

“You want some?” you shook the box at him.

“Eat,” he took it and grabbed a bowl of his own, “I’ll get it.”

He added milk and sat beside Luka. Your son smiled at him and received a goofy look in return. There were moments James wasn’t so guarded but those were always reserved for your son, never you. When he looked at you, you only saw his guilt and pain.

“Howard will be here at noon,” James said as he turned back to you and stirred his bowl, “I’ll talk to them first.”

“Talk?” you asked.

“They need to know… everything,” he said reluctantly, “you watch over Luka while I’m with them and try not to worry. We can trust Steve.”

You nodded and scooped another spoonful into your mouth. You chewed and stared at the counter. That wasn’t what you were worried about, how could you explain all that had happened?

✰

After you ate, you took Luka to the living room and Bucky left you again. After some giddy pleas from your son, you turned on the television. There were few times in his life, and yours, that you had the luxury of a screen. You sat and watched puppets spell and count for a while before you grew bored.

Luka tired of the wooden car he’d outgrown a while ago and jumped on the couch. You tried to get him to stop but only found yourself out of breath.

“Mishka! You will break it,” you caught him mid-leap and swung him down onto his feet, “why don’t we play a game?”

“Oooh, hide and seek!” he chimed.

“I don’t know, that might not--”

“Please, papa hates that game but it’s so fun,” he clapped, “please, mama.”

“It is fun when you can only hide in the broom closet. You will get lost in here.”

“Promise, mama, I will not go far, please?”

You sniffed and stared into his hopeful eyes, James’ eyes. “You stay on this floor and do not go past the stairs, understood?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” he squealed, “now mama, you have to close your eyes. No peeking.”

“I know how this game works,” you sat and covered your face with your hands, “thirty seconds, mishka.”

“Thirty?” he whined.

“Twenty-nine, twenty-eight…”

You heard his feet stamp away and you smiled, counting louder with each number. When you reached one you got up and went to the hall. You looked up and down for any telltale sign of him. Nothing was different.

You went to the kitchen and searched all the cupboards and the pantry. He wasn’t in there. As you checked the closets and still did not find him, you felt the panic rising in your throat. Your heart hammered as you ran around the stairs, he hadn’t listened!

You heard a voice, a high pitch you knew well. The front door was open just a crack and you ripped it open as you followed Luka’s sing-song. He sang a Russian tune you taught him as he was carried on the back of a dark-haired man. You ran across the porch and past the armored car in the lot.

You tore Luka from the stranger’s back and both cried out in surprise. You put your son down as the man turned to you. You grabbed the collar of his shirt and punched him as hard as you could, just as James taught you. You heard the crack of his nose as you pulled back again.

“You take my son!” you snarled as he put his arm up to block your next strike and your hand gleaned off his chin, “my son! I will kill you.”

“Mama, mama,” you felt Luka tugging at your pants.

“Go inside, Luka,” you barked ready to strangle the man.

“He’s wasn’t taking me, mama, we were playing,” Luka begged, “he’s just a kid, like me.”

You stopped and looked the man in the face. Luka was right, he was sixteen, maybe seventeen, familiar even. You growled and let him go hesitantly. You pulled Luka close to you.

“Who are you?”

“I should ask you the same,” the adolescent stemmed the blood leaking from his nostrils with the heel of his hand and tilted his head back, “you sure pack a punch, lady.”

“Who?” you stepped forward again and he backed away.

“Tony,” he snorted and turned to spit up blood onto the ground, “Tony Stark, Howard’s son.”

“Howard?” you blinked, “oh, I--” you looked down at Luka who looked terrified, “I’m sorry, I didn’t know, I-- let me help you clean up.”

“Uh, I don’t think so,” he chuckled and backed away from you, “I think I can handle this.”

“Mama,” Luka huffed.

“I’m sorry, mishka, I did not know,” you grimaced, “I so very sorry, I really--” you looked at Tony again.

“I’m fine,” he pulled his cuff up to his nose, “really, I shouldn’t have just taken the kid.”

“I couldn’t find him, I was so scared, I--”

“Luka,” James’ voice drew you around. He stood on the porch and descended the steps carefully as he took in the scene, “what’s going on? What are you doing out here?”

“Playing a game,” you said as Tony shook his head.

“What happened to the kid?” James asked as he pointed at the bloodied teen.

“Your wife, that’s what happened,” Tony spat.

“She’s not--

“I thought he was taking Luka,” you interrupted James, “I’m sorry, I--”

“It’s okay,” he took Luka’s hand and pulled the boy close, “you did what I showed you,” he turned to the younger Stark, “you should get that cleaned up or it’ll stay crooked.”

“Uh huh,” Tony dragged his feet through the dirt towards the house, “such a pleasant little family.”

You watched him go and hung your head. You felt awful and held up your shaky hand, your knuckles sore from the assault. Bucky took your hand and looked it over.

“You okay?” he asked.

“I hurt him,” you said, “I hurt a kid.”

“He’s fine,” James assured, “I’ll talk to Stark, it’s fine.”

“I’m sorry, papa, we were playing hide and seek and I didn’t tell mama I was going outside--”

“I told you not to play that game,” James looked down at Luka, “this is why, because you scare us.”

“I’m sorry,” Luka repeated.

“Well, everyone’s safe so…” he rubbed his forehead with his gloved hand as his eyes met yours, “it’s your turn, I’ll keep and eye on Luka.”

“My turn?”

“Upstairs, they’re waiting,” James said and raised his hand as if he would touch your shoulder but instead dropped it, “answer the question but you don’t need to talk about what you don’t want to.”

You nodded and swallowed as you looked past him to the front door. There were no questions they could ask that you didn’t dread.

✰

Howard and Steve sat on the other side of the table. It felt like a real interrogation, like you’d done something wrong. And yet, as you explained your time at Hydra, from employee to experiment, neither seemed to flinch, they listened and took notes but did not show the horror you felt.

“Do you know what they were doing to your son the day of your escape?” Stark asked.

“No, I was… sedated for much of it, they took him from me and--” you shook your head, “I was so angry, I never been so angry and when I woke I felt invincible and when the doctor came, I would’ve killed him, I think.”

“And I know it’s probably a moot question but you don’t know what they were giving you? The capsules, the drip?”

“I never seen the charts,” you shrugged and looked down.

Your hands were trembling and you were overwhelmed. It was the first time you said any of it aloud and once you started, it streamed out like a river. Now that it was all out, the emotions began to flow too.

Then the realisation and the fear. It was, easy even for you, to guess what Hydra intended for your son. He was to be like his father, more efficient than his father. You lifted your head, terrified, and glanced between the men furtively.

“My son is not a weapon,” you said, “know that and do not make him one.”

“That is not our intent,” Steve assured softly, “that is not the type of weapon we use. That’s why we’re here, away from SHIELD, away from Hydra, we can’t let this happen to anyone else but given what we know, this experiment wasn’t just shelved. There are others out there and we need to get to them before another Winter Soldier appears.”

“But how… me and James hide for so long,” you said, “we cannot possibly know--”

Steve’s throat constricted and he looked at Howard. They weren’t telling you something.

“What you have told us today is all we need from you,” Stark said evenly, “It is a start for us to uncover the rest.”

“Uncover?” you blinked and frowned, “what do you mean uncover?”

“You and James have given us locations, details, security procedure,” Stark continued, “with that, we can gain access to the information we do need and find out where they’ve moved their new Soldat operation--”

“No,” you snapped as your chest squeezed, “you would send him back there?”

“We didn’t say--”

“You don’t tell me but you think I am stupid. I know James and I know he feels so bad he would go back to die,” you snarled, “he did nothing wrong. It was not him!”

“But… you, uh, he--” Howard began awkwardly.

“Hydra did that, Hydra made him that monster and he doesn’t not owe you anything. He killed the men who would take my child from me and he kept Luka safe, he is done.”

“Look, Bucky is my best friend and I understand, it wasn’t him, but he did those things, even if it wasn’t his choice and this is what we can do, this is the deal we can offer you. He gets us that intel and you get your safe haven.”

“And if he doesn’t come back?” you stood and slammed your hands on the table, “you would kill him all over again, Steven.”

Steve reeled as if you’d slapped him and Howard raised as brow as he looked at him from the corner of his eye.

“You friend? Really?” your English became more fractured as your rage rose and you hit the table again, this time leaving a dent in the metal, “you no friend to know what you send him back to. They not kill him, not his body, and they torture his mind.”

“Please, ma’am,” Howard said calmly, “it was his idea--”

“I don’t care, you let him!” you shouted, “You think him evil but I know he not. He save me and he has son. You would let a father die.”

“Just calm--” Steve intoned.

“No, no be calm,” you began to rant in Russian as you turned and stormed to the door.

“Where-- Wait!’ The men stood and followed after you.

“I go James!” you hollered as you strode out into the hall, “he trouble!”

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trueshellz · 3 years

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Hey could I get something where kyoutani, diachi, and iwazumi react to finding out you when you just didn’t eat for months, when you were younger and you fainted

Hey hun. Thanks for the request. I tried making each one a little different but with the same theme.

Warnings: eating disorders, anxiety, tube feeding mentioned, PTSD, family death mentioned, bullying, body dysmorphia, spanking (out of place but Kyoutani warranted it), injury.

Kyoutani:

"Why did you mother ask me to make sure you eat regularly? She makes it sound like we have no food in the apartment or something. Does she think I'm not earning enough to provide for us?"

You stopped what you were doing, hands pausing on the knife as you cut the vegetables for dinner. You really hoped your mum wouldn't drop anything about your battle with food when she came around earlier, she had been so worried when you decided to move in with your boyfriend.

Apparently that wish was in vain.

"Err....so, you see-"

"Drop the shit. Tell me or I'll call her back and ask her instead. And your butt will pay for it later too."

You sighed long and hard, glaring at Kyoutani as he stood there with his hand on his hips. There was no way you were winning this argument.

"I... Ken-"

His hand suddenly resting on the back of you knuckles was the only change in his mood, eyes still staring holes into you with a frown on his face.

"I... had some trouble with food when I was younger... didn't eat for a while and ended up passing out."

"How long is 'a while'?"

"A few weeks?"

The tightening of his jaw was the only indication of his mood, you could see the small tick in his jaw and the grip on your hand increased, only a little, but it was enough for you to realise. He nodded for you to proceed, thumb back to rubbing small circles on your skin.

"My... my mum... she found me on the floor in the bathroom... I think I was having a bath or something.... I don't think the image ever left her to be honest." You paused. "I'm sor-"

"Don't apologise for that shit. Ever. I'll make sure you eat... even if I have to tie you up and feed you myself."

"Kinky." You snorted a laugh, turning into a yelp as he landed a slap on your ass as he walked to the fridge.

Daichi:

Unpacking your apartment was the worst thing ever, you decided. Between finding what you needed and putting it in the right place, it was driving you up the wall. Daichi was in the living room unpacking the shared collection books that you had, while you were in the kitchen fighting with the unmatched chopsticks.

"Hey babe?"

"Yeah?"

"Come here a sec."

You found him surrounded by yearbooks, all open on the same page- your class.

"So, you're here, here and here." Daichi pointed at each picture of you through the years you were there. "But not here."

His finger landed on the page exactly where you would have been alphabetically, between your best friends. A small trickle of anxiety worked its way down your spine, you remembered that year vividly. It had been after a close family death and it had hit you very hard, you had trouble sleeping and eating. The latter causing more problems, your brother had watched you wither away even when you said you were okay.

The final straw came when you passed out at school one day, walking through the corridors between lessons and the next thing you knew, you woke up in hospital. They had been close to tube feeding you with how much weight you had lost. Lots of therapy and counselling later, you had a better relationship with food but the scars were still there.

You hadn't realised that you had tears running down your face as you retold him the story until Daichi wiped them away. His warm hands cupping your face, thumb wiping away the tears as he kissed your forehead. Arms wrapping around you and bundling you into his lap, his scent washing over you as he held you close.

"It's ok. I got you. You're not alone in this, I'll help ok? Lean on me, it's what I'm here for."

Iwaizumi:

"You okay there, doll? You've gone a little pale."

Hand resting on your forehead, Iwaizumi stepped close as you sat in the restaurant. The menu in your hands suddenly going blurry, writing smearing as you tried to focus on choosing something to eat. Your palms suddenly sweaty, heart beating in your ears as you quickly got up and left the restaurant. The cold air hit your skin, chills running through your body as you realised you had left-

"Here."

Your jacket was draped over your shoulders as Iwaizumi stood next to you. Not touching, just stood silently as you stared into space, his arms barely touching yours as you took some deep breaths in.

"I..." You took a deep breath, "I had some trouble with food when I was in high school. I was your typical chubby kid who got bullied. Where everyone was slim and had these great figures, I had bumps and lumps in places they didn't. No matter what I did or said... what I ate... it didn't stop. So I didn't eat." You sniffed, eyes watering as you continued. "It was good for a while... the bullying stopped and I was slimmer on the outside, I guess? But when I looked in the mirror all I could see whay the body I hated and was trying to get rid of."

His arm came around you, pulling your to his chest as you felt his lips in your hair. Hand rubbing up and down your shoulder as you wiped your eyes, sure that the mascara you had was now rings on your face.

"We had P.E one day, netball or something, and I remember jumping.... and then nothing. I woke up to my mum crying, a cast on my leg because I landed badly. It took months of rehab to get myself back to my old habits but now... eating out kinda scares me. I know it's stupid and-"

"It's not stupid."

You peered up at him, his eyes soft even though his expression hasn't changed. His hand brushed your hair back and turned you to face him.

"It's not stupid at all. You went through something traumatic and you reacted how you thought best. But the relationship you have with food is still fragile and that's understandable. We don't have eat out."

"But-"

"Don't do that. Don't deflect and worry about me, that's my job. I'm supposed to look after you, doll. How about we go to the supermarket and you choose something we can make together? And we buy something small that's premade... like some dumplings or some mochi?"

You could manage that... you thought.

"But Hajime..."

A soft kiss on your lips silenced you, hands cupping you face as he leaned into you.

"Let's take one day at a time, ok?

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twst-bs · 3 years

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NRC Students and an Anxious MC

And with this, I've done all of the students at NRC!! Well, with the nervous MC, anyway, I have some other stuff in the works too.

Also, in case anyone was wondering, I'm open for both requests and commissions!

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Ace: “You look awful.”

The Ramshackle Prefect shot Ace a glare, but it lacked their usual fire. “Thanks, Ace.”

“Come on, I didn’t mean it like that and you know it.” he caught up with them easily when they turned around to keep walking. “I just meant you looked like you had a rough night. Or like you’re stressed out. You know.”

“Your grave only has to be six feet, Ace, you can stop digging now.”

Ace rolled his eyes. “You aren’t usually this crabby. Seriously, what’s up?”

They sighed. “You’re right, I had a rough night.”

“Any particular reason why? Or just ‘cause?”

The two of them had reached Crewel’s classroom, but they still had a few minutes before they had to be in there. The Prefect bit their lip nervously. “I kind of freaked out last night because of the homework.”

“It was pretty hard, huh?”

“Well, that too,” they crossed their arms, almost like they were trying to hide themself. “But, it’s like...I feel stupid, you know? You guys all know this magic stuff, but I’m struggled to handle even the basics. Then I thought, well, if I can’t handle the basics, I’m going to get punished, and I would deserve it because I’m an idiot, and...you can see how the spiral went.”

Ace was quiet for a moment, studying them with an unreadable expression. Then, he heaved out a side and grabbed their wrist, tugging them into the classroom. “I guess it can’t be helped, then.”

“Huh?”

He plopped unceremoniously into his seat and dug around in his bag. “Be quick about it, okay? Queen only knows what Crewel’s punishment for getting caught copying homework is.”

The Prefect stared at Ace with wide eyes. “Seriously?”

“It’s better than nothing,” Ace shrugged, slapping his notebook down on the desk. “If he says anything, I’ll tell him you helped me word it. Now, come on!”

Deuce: They weren’t getting anywhere.

The longer they stared at the question on their worksheet, the less they could focus. Apparently this was supposed to be basic stuff, but there were so many strange ingredients with different magical properties that they couldn’t keep track. And the more that had to flip back and forth between their textbook and worksheet, the more stupid they felt.

“...right? Hey, are you alright?”

Deuce’s voice broke through the panic that was beginning to set in, and when they finally looked up, his blue eyes were wide with concern.

“What? I’m sorry, Deuce, I kinda...spaced there for a minute.”

That only made the crease in Deuce’s brow deepen. “You looked really freaked out. Is something wrong?”

The two of them had made a habit out of studying in the library together. Since Deuce wasn’t the best student and the Prefect was playing a very intense game of catch up, they figured they could motivate each other while studying. But lately, all they had been able to do was sit there and be anxious about everything.

"I...um…" They absent-mindedly clicked their pen, unable to look Deuce in the eye. "I'm sorry."

"What are you apologizing for?" he asked incredulously. "For real, are you alright?"

The genuine worry in his expression made something in them burst. They threw their pen down on the table and buried their face in their hands. "I don't know what I'm doing! I went from magic not existing to suddenly having to study it, and I can't even master the basics! I'm terrified that I'll fail and Crowley will kick me out and -"

"Whoa, whoa, hey, it's okay!" Deuce's chair scraped against the floor as he hurried over to their side, grasping their hands in his. "Everything's gonna be okay."

Their chest heaved as they tried to suck in enough air. "But -"

"Listen," he cut them off. "The stuff you have to deal with is a lot. And I'm sorry for not realizing it earlier. If you want, we can go to Professor Crewel and ask for some tutoring, or even remedial lessons. Whatever you need, I'll help."

Cater: “What are you looking at?”

At the sound of the Ramshackle Prefect’s voice from behind the couch he was sitting on in the Heartslabyul lounge, Cater lolled his head back to grin at them. “Heya! Just scrolling through Magicam, what else is new?”

“That is your favorite pastime, huh?” they leaned on the back of the couch, looking at the screen.

“What are you doing in Heartslabyul, anyway?” he asked.

“Ace thought he could get away with not studying if he ‘forgot’ his textbooks at Ramshackle. I’m returning them before Riddle thinks I was in on it.””

“Yeah, that tracks.”

The two of them lapsed into a companionable silence, the Prefect watching as Cater scrolled. However, out of the corner of his eye, he could see their expression gradually get tighter and tighter, like they were trying to control whatever emotion was trying to show through.

“What’s with that face?”

“What face?” they asked defensively. “This is just my face.”

“That’s the face you make when you start having bad thoughts but don’t want anybody to know.”

“Get out of my head, Cater.”

He snorted, turning so he was sitting sideways on the couch and could get a better look at them. “Come on, tell Cay what’s on your mind.”

They hesitated, picking idly at the loose thread on the couch. “...It’s just me being stupid.”

“I’ll be the judge of that.”

“...The people on Magicam are way more good-looking than I am.” the finally mumbled, looking away. “I keep wondering when you’ll realize that.”

Cater’s green eyes widened before he giggled. “Nope.”

“Nope what?”

“I won’t realize it,” he reached around them to pull their face closer, kissing them affectionately on the cheek. “Because it’s not true. And whenever you start to think like that, you tell me, so I can reassure you.”

Jack: Something felt off.

Nothing in particular had happened, it was just one of those days. But, it was bad enough that they thought about just going back to Ramshackle instead of waiting for Jack like they normally did. Waiting outside of the classroom just made them feel even more antsy.

Just as they were about to shoot him a text to say that they weren’t feeling well - which wasn’t technically a lie - said wolf came out of the classroom, tail wagging involuntarily when he saw them waiting like it wasn’t an everyday occurrence.

Before he could even greet them, however, his nose scrunched up. Furrowing his eyebrows, he leaned down and began sniffing them.

“Jack, what the hell?”

“You’re nervous about something.”

Right. Nothing could beat that canine sense of smell.

“It’s nothing.” Jack opened his mouth to reply, but they cut him off. “No, literally. Nothing actually happened, it’s just a...a weird day, I guess.”

It was clear from the expression on his face that Jack didn’t quite understand, but the guy was nothing if not sympathetic. “Do you need help with anything?”

“Nah, it should eventually work itself out.” They tried to muster up an encouraging grin, but from the look on Jack’s face, they didn’t quite hit the mark. “I’m fine, Jack, promise.”

His tail had dropped, and his ears were pressed against his head. “...When I get worked up, going for a jog usually helps me. Gets all the energy out.”

They raised an eyebrow. “You and I both know that your jogging is my sprinting.”

“Then I’ll walk and you jog,” he grinned. “If you want to, that is.”

They paused before shrugging. “I probably won’t do a good job on the homework if I’m like this, anyway.”

Floyd: Don’t fall asleep. Don’t fall asleep. Crewel will turn you into a rug if he catches you falling asleep.

Their internal monologue was the only thing preventing them from passing out onto their desk. They had had a hard time falling asleep last night, and of course they were working on sleeping draughts in Alchemy today. The vapor wafting from the cauldron was enough to knock them out.

They hadn’t noticed that their eyes had closed until a hard knock on the classroom door startled them open. When Crewel called out for whoever it was to come in, the door opened to reveal Floyd.

“The Headmaster wants to see Shrimpy!” he sang, leaning against the doorframe. Crewel nodded, motioning with his pointed cane for the Prefect to get out.

Physically shaking themself awake, they stood. Next to them, Ace went “Oooooooh~”

“Trappola, just for that, you’re responsible for giving them the notes for the lesson.”

“Aw, come on!”

They didn’t even have the energy to stick their tongue out like they usually would. They just inched past all of the other students until they were at Floyd’s side. The merman casually slung an arm around their shoulder and steered them out of the classroom.

“What does the Headmaster want?” they asked. It could literally be anything, honestly.

“Oh, I lied!” Floyd giggled. “He doesn’t need to see you at all.”

“Huh?”

“You looked exhausted this morning,” Floyd tugged them closer. Not quite a squeeze, but there was something intensely protective in the embrace. “I figured you could use a nap.”

“So you busted me out of class?”

“Yup! This makes me your favorite, right?” he grinned, showing all of his teeth.

“Definitely.”

Epel: They always did have a nervous stomach.

There was a test in Trein’s class that day. No matter how much they studied the night before, they didn’t feel prepared, and their stomach was committing mutiny in response. They hadn’t been able to eat any breakfast, so now they were nauseated and hungry at the same time. They were either going to puke on the test or eat it, they hadn’t decided yet.

“Are you alright?”

They jumped. They had been so caught up in their own head that they hadn’t even heard Epel approach. “Hey. Yeah, I’m fine. Just a bit of test anxiety, haha.”

Epel didn’t look convinced. “Are you sure? You look kinda pale.”

“Really, I’m fine. I was just a bit too nervous to eat breakfast.” they insisted.

“Well, that’s not good.” Epel frowned. “You’ll do even worse on the test if you’re hungry.”

Oh, why did he have to phrase it like that? Just the thought made their already roiling stomach turn, and they whined softly as they hugged themself around the middle.

“Ah, wait, I didn’t mean it like that!” he backtracked. “I just meant it won’t do you any good!”

Epel reached into his bag for a moment, mumbling to himself. “I know I have some in here...ah-ha!” he pulled out a bag of dried apple chips. “Here! It’s not exactly a full meal, but it’ll help. And they’re really light, so if you’re sick because of nerves, they won’t upset your stomach.”

“Are you sure?” they asked as Epel handed them the bag.

“Pos’tive.” he grinned. “I’ve got plenty back at the dorm. And Ma’s always sending me stuff from the farm anyway. So go ahead, I don’t want you passing out!”

Sebek: They had no idea what he was talking about.

It was a feat in and of itself to be able to not pay attention to Sebek. The man was a walking lightning bolt. But today was just not a good day, mentally.

A pity, too. They always liked walking around in the woods with Sebek. Something about being in nature and listening to him talk passionately about whatever was on his mind was almost soothing, but it just wasn’t working this time.

“Are you listening?”

They jumped when he said their name. They had gotten so sucked into their own head that they hadn’t noticed him turn his monologue into a conversation. “I’m sorry!”

“What are you sorry for? Is everything alright?” he looked them up and down with sharp amber eyes, scanning for anything that could present any danger. “Are you ill?”

“No, no, it’s not…” they sighed, shoulders slumping. “I didn’t sleep well last night. Nightmares.”

Bad dreams had been a problem before they arrived in Twisted Wonderland, but now they were really plaguing them. It made concentrating difficult, even on simple things such as a walk with their partner.

Sebek stepped in front of them, forcing them to stop in their tracks. His angular features were serious, thrown into deep contrast from the light of the sun setting between the leaves. He clasped both of their hands in his own, holding them tightly as he looked into their eyes.

“You needn’t worry about such things. I will not let anything harm you, even your own mind.” he squeezed their hands. “On my honor as a knight.”

Silver: Watching Silver train with a sword was...something else.

They could watch him all day, going after the training dummy like it was actually an enemy.

Well, usually, they could.

It had been another sleepless night, up worrying about all the various things they needed to do. They only managed to fall asleep around four AM, and they needed to be at their first class by eight, so they hadn’t exactly gotten well-rested. They were impressed that they had managed to stay awake during their lessons, but now it was catching up to them.

The warm sun shining on their face and the rhythmic swishing of Silver’s practice sword was vaguely soothing, and before they really knew it they had slumped against the tree they were sitting under, fast asleep.

When they awoke, they were moving. It took a minute to gather themself, and they blinked sleepily at their surroundings.

“You can go back to sleep.” Silver’s voice rumbled against their side. He was carrying them. “We aren’t that far from Ramshackle.”

“...You could have woken me up.” they mumbled, nuzzled closer to his chest. “I would have walked.”

“You looked so peaceful.” he responded, adjusting his grip. “Unless you want me to put you down?”

“No.” they sighed. “This is nice. Me and Grim are always saying that it takes forever to get to Ramshackle from anywhere in the school, I’ll take the ride.”

Silver chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to their forehead. “Go to sleep.”

#twisted wonderland #disney's twisted wonderland #twst ace #twst deuce #twst cater #twst jack #twst floyd #twst epel #twst sebek #twst silver #ace trappola #deuce spade #cater diamond #jack howl #floyd leech #epel felmier #sebek zigvolt

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weighty-ghosts · 3 years

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‘Perpetual Force’ (wolfstar)

Perpetual Force, by weightyghosts

‘Sirius finds the hidden meaning of a hidden moon, and Remus finds the light to his darkness.’

Rating: teen

Word count: 2000

Pairing: Remus x Sirius

Published: April 1, 2021

Warnings: swearing, nightmares

https://archiveofourown.org/works/30393084

The sound of a terrified gasp and muffled sob abruptly awoke Sirius in the middle of the night. He leapt out of bed, the stone floor freezing on his bare feet, as James and Peter popped their sleepy heads out of their drapes.

“What’s going on?” Peter rubbed his eyes, his voice gruff.

“Is some- someone dead or injured?” James asked around a large yawn.

Sirius ignored them as he rushed across the dark room to the bed opposite his. He drew aside the curtain, only enough for him to lean his upper body in, and saw Remus sitting up with his back against the headboard, one hand clutching at his sweaty hair, trying to calm his rapid breathing.

“Rem?” Sirius asked softly, “Are you alright?” He reached out to place a comforting hand on Remus’ shoulder, but Remus jerked away and scrambled to the other side of the bed.

“It’s nothing,” he choked out as he stood up and dashed away, “I’m fine. I’m sorry for waking you up.”

Sirius straightened and walked around the bed, as Remus firmly shut the bathroom door behind him. He hovered in the middle of the room, chewing on the inside of his cheek, before glancing back at Peter, who gave Sirius a shrug before disappearing behind his curtains.

“Go on,” James encouraged, then made a shooing motion with his hand when Sirius didn’t reply.

“What?” Sirius grumbled.

“We both know you’re going in there after him.”

“He’s upset, Prongs.”

“Yes, and I’m sure deep down he wants you to comfort him-”

“You mean someone. He wants someone to comfort him.”

“No, I very much mean you,” James insisted with a smirk that Sirius didn’t trust. “Just go, Pads. See- see you in the morning,” he yawned again and disappeared.

Sirius bounced on the balls of his feet, trying to figure out why James’ words left him feeling like he was missing something right in front of him, but he thought of Remus and decided to sort that out later.

He crept over to the bathroom and opened the door slowly. Cool air hit him and he turned to the window that had been thrown open. Remus was sitting on the sill, hugging his legs, moonlight the only thing illuminating his body. It was enough for Sirius to see that he was shivering.

Remus sighed at the sound of Sirius shutting the door behind him, and pushed aside the fringe sticking to his damp forehead. “I’m fine, Sirius. You don’t need to check on me.”

“Oh, good,” Sirius retorted as he came closer, “I was actually hoping you’d check on me. See, I had a nasty nightmare and now I’m all shaky and sweaty and panicky and not accepting comfort from anyone.”

He sat across from the werewolf on the sill they had magically enlarged so that two people could sit comfortably, and three squished together, for smoking purposes.

Remus narrowed his eyes at him, then looked away. “Trust me, it’s nothing. Just a stupid dream.”

“Doesn’t seem stupid, Moony.”

Sirius almost missed Remus’ minute flinch at the nickname. “Another one about the wolf?” He guessed.

“No,” he murmured, “I mean, yes, sort of. But this was new.”

“Tell me,” Sirius replied softly, aching with the desire to take away Remus’ pain.

Remus studied his face for a moment, likely assessing how awake Sirius was and how far he would keep pushing Remus until he inevitably gave in. He huffed in defeat, then took a deep, wavering breath, and rested his chin on his knees as he spoke.

“We were in the forest,” he started in a low voice. “I could feel the moon rising and knew I was only a few minutes away from turning. You three were there- as Padfoot, Prongs and Wormtail, I mean, and something felt...off. Padfoot was pacing, and whining a bit. You looked up at the sky, and when I did too, I realized... I couldn’t see the moon.”

Sirius frowned, but said nothing, as he watched Remus’ eyes flick over to the near-full moon stamped in the sky outside.

“I felt this sense of dread; I knew that this was bad-”

“How did you know?” Sirius interrupted.

“It’s a dream, Sirius. I don’t know how, but I just knew; if I didn’t find the moon, something bad would happen.”

“Alright, sorry, keep going.”

“We were pretty deep in the forest where the trees are thicker, so I started running in the direction of the castle, hoping to see the sky unobstructed as the trees thinned. All I could hear was this ringing in my ears and my heart beating faster and faster. My body was aching and starting to shake, you know how it does just before.” Remus glanced up, and Sirius hummed in acknowledgment.

“I made it to a large clearing,” Remus continued, “And I looked up at where I knew the moon should be...but the sky was empty. You’d think I’d be fucking happy, but I panicked. I ran around in circles, tried to climb trees, tried to find the bloody moon. And I couldn’t. I eventually collapsed; the wolf couldn’t get free and it was punishing me. It was the worst pain...”

“Fuck, Rem...”

“I couldn’t find the moon, Pads.” Remus put a hand over his face as he laughed without humour, the sound catching in his throat.

Sirius slid forward and put his hand on his shoulder. “It’s okay,” he promised, “You’re okay, it wasn’t real. You won’t have to go through that kind of pain, alright?”

Remus shook his head back and forth, then sniffed loudly as he met Sirius’ eyes.

“I don’t think it was the pain that freaked me out so much.”

“What, then?” Sirius asked, sliding his hand down to hold onto Remus’ wrist when he hesitated. He tilted his head to tell Remus to keep going.

“I just don’t understand why I reacted like that… Why wasn’t I fucking ecstatic not to see the moon? All I want is for the moon to go away.”

“That’s just unreasonable, Remus, the tides would be all out of whack,” Sirius joked.

The corner of Remus’ mouth twitched up into a smile, but it didn’t last.

“I don’t get it, Pads,” he said dejectedly.

Sirius shrugged. “I think it makes sense.”

Remus stared at him like he’d just said he prefers coffee over tea, or something else equally abhorrent.

“You know,” Sirius reflected, “The day before I went on the Hogwarts Express for the first time, I actually told my parents I didn’t want to go.”

“Why? Because they said you had to?”

“Maybe a little,” he chuckled. Remus knew him well enough to know that he would have refused his favourite ice cream just because his parents told him to eat it. “But no, I think it was more...fear. I was afraid.”

Remus tilted his head in a thoroughly adorable way. “Why would you be afraid of coming to Hogwarts? Didn’t you want a break from your parents?”

“I did,” he confirmed, “I wanted to get away from them. But it’s the most common fear in the world, isn’t it? Being afraid of the unknown? I was scared at home too, but at least I knew what to expect. I knew how my parents would react to anything I said or did. Coming here... I had no idea. What if I didn’t get sorted into Slytherin? Or worse, what if I did... What if my roommates hated me-”

“Not possible.”

“Yes it was! I know you didn’t like me at first.”

“You were a bit of a prick,” Remus conceded.

“I was a proper arse,” Sirius smirked unapologetically, drawing a small laugh from Remus. “It’s the unknown, Moony,” he continued more seriously, “As much as you hate what you go through every month, it’s been the one constant in your life for as long as you can remember. You know what to expect from it. There’s a lot changing in the world around us, and we only have a few months left of school; I think we’re all feeling the weight of it. It’s okay to be worried. But we’ll get through it, yeah?”

Remus didn’t reply, simply gazed at Sirius for a long while, before nodding thoughtfully. He turned his head to look out at the night sky, and Sirius was able to watch the moonlight on his beautiful face; the shadows under his eyes, his long lashes, the slope of his nose, the corners of his mouth still turned down in sadness.

Remus had long since stopped being angry at the moon, stopped glaring at it whenever it deigned to blemish the sky. He looked at it now in a somber resignation; how someone would observe the grave of a loved one long since passed.

Sirius realized he was still holding onto Remus, and quickly found it difficult to remember what he wanted to say.

When he did, he whispered, “Moony?”

“Hm?”

“If you ever can’t find the moon, you can come find me.”

“What?” Remus turned to look at him. “Sirius-”

“No, listen,” he cut in, suddenly desperate to make Remus understand, “I know I’ve broken your trust before, but it will never happen again. I’ll always be there for you.”

Sirius slid his fingers from Remus’ wrist to his hand, holding it tight, as Remus’ eyes flicked across his face. “I’ll always be there,” Sirius urged, “The moon is the perpetual force in your life pulling you into the dark? Then I’ll be the perpetual force pulling you into the light.”

Remus just stared back at him, his eyes wide and glittering, his mouth open. Sirius waited for him to say something, but he didn’t.

Instead, he tugged Sirius’ hand, pulling him close as Remus leaned forward. Sirius’ mind froze like he’d been stupefied, but he managed to realize what was happening a second before it did, and he felt Remus’ lips press against his, gently, yet firmly.

Remus pulled back slightly, waiting for Sirius’ reaction.

“Did- did you just kiss me?” Sirius asked stupidly.

“Erm, yes?”

“Did you... mean to do that?”

“Yes?”

Remus bit his lip, and Sirius’ eyes were drawn to the mouth that had just been on his. There was a bead of saliva on Remus’ top lip. His hand felt warm and tingly from where they touched, though, really, it was nothing compared to the raging fire building inside him.

“Did you...want to do it again?”

“Yes,” Remus exhaled, his face lighting up with a grin that Sirius immediately surged forward to capture. Remus’ lips tasted like tea and honey and peppermint, and Sirius could tell he was quickly becoming addicted to it.

“Thank you,” Remus whispered after a divine moment.

“For kissing you?”

“For following me in here and comforting me.”

“I thought you were comforting me?”

“Ah is that what I’m doing?” Remus smirked. His face softened and he ran his thumb along Sirius’ palm. “You were wrong though, you know.”

“I highly doubt that,” Sirius dismissed. “About what?”

“You said the moon has been the only constant in my life for as long as I can remember. But that’s not true.”

He looked deep into Sirius’ eyes, and Sirius felt his heart stutter at the adoration in them. “I’ve loved you for as long as I can remember, Pads. My love for you has been a constant in my life too.”

“Oh,” Sirius breathed. The words felt like sunlight washing over him, and he took a second to let the warmth seep into his bones. “Moony…” He brought a hand up to cup Remus’ cheek and tilted his face as their lips fit together, hoping to convey every feeling that was lost on his tongue into his touches.

“Me too, Moons,” he professed in between kisses, “As long as I can remember.”

The rest of the night was spent in each other's arms, as were the next nights for a long, long while.

#wolfstar #wolfstar fanfiction #wolfstar fluff #wolfstar first kiss #ficbyweightyghosts #marauders #marauders era #hurt/comfort #nightmares #nightmare comfort #fan fiction #Sirius x Remus #remus x sirius #moony #padfoot

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whumpurr · 3 years

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Adrien and Sawdust pt9

cw: pet whump, unreliable narrator, male whumpee, male caretaker, whump recovery, pet whumpee in public, disordered eating

It didn’t take Adrien long to whip up something simple to eat and to dish out some kibble for Sawdust. Granted, Adrien didn’t have much of an appetite after witnessing what he just had, but he knew that he had to eat something, if only to set an example for Sawdust.

“There’s ah- have you ever been in a store?” Adrien asked down to Sawdust, who was knelt at the side of the table, “There’s a big box store in town, we can get some stuff for you there.” He checked his watch with a quick turn of his arm, “I think they’re open pretty late, so we can go after this, probably.”

Sawdust blinked up at him with big eyes and a mouth full of kibble, but he nodded slowly.

“When we go, you have to stick close by me, okay?” Adrien didn’t have a leash so he couldn’t exactly keep track of Sawdust that way, though it wasn’t like he wanted to do that anyways. He didn’t expect that somebody would try to snatch Sawdust, he was more concerned about something catching the pet’s interest, and Sawdust wandering off to investigate. Even with the tall, pointed ears on top of his head, Sawdust was rather short, and Adrien didn’t want to test how good he was at spotting him in a crowd.

Sawdust continued to eat his food, finishing up the chow that was left in his bowl. It crunched between his teeth, in the satisfying way that made his whole head tremble just a bit with the feeling of each piece crumbling. He kept thinking about how he was going to help his master, how he was going to repay him for taking such good care of him.

Paws moving against the floor, Sawdust moved closer to his master and sat down next to his seat while Master was on his phone. Carefully, without permission, Sawdust let his head rest against the side of Master’s thigh.

He knew that it was a risky move, that it could end badly for him. Even if it ended badly and he was punished, at least he could take his punishment gracefully and allow Master to hurt his body. That could be repayment.

But no pain ever came. Instead, he felt Master’s leg tense up a bit before relaxing, then a large, warm hand on his head, petting his now short hair. Sawdust wished he could wag his tail to let his master know how good the pets felt, but this wasn’t what Sawdust wanted.

He pulled back and resumed sitting next to Master, but Master’s hand followed him. It was almost like Master didn’t realize that Sawdust had moved back, he kept petting him. He heard Master take a sip of his drink. Sawdust couldn’t help but jump at every little sound, waiting for the blows to come.

But they didn’t.

And Master pulled his hand back from Sawdust and stood up, stretching his arms above his head before looking back down at his worthless pet.

“Do you want to ride in your carrier? Or would you rather just be in the car seat directly?” Adrien asked as he started putting on his shoes and grabbing his keys. He paused as he looked Sawdust up and down. Sure, he was clothed, albeit the clothes were baggy, but he didn’t have any shoes. A quick dip into his room and Adrien returned with a pair of socks Sawdust could at least wear, though he didn’t know if it would really matter that much, since Sawdust was a pet.

Sawdust managed to put on the socks himself before crawling over to Adrien.

“I think the- the car s-seat’s fine, sir.” He murmured. Adrien gave him a pleased look then extended a hand to help Sawdust stand up. Shakily, the pet took Adrien’s hand and rose on trembling, unaccustomed legs. Sawdust kept close to the walls as he was led out of the building towards the car.

Adrien opened the door for him and Sawdust clambered into the vehicle, straightening his back against the passenger seat as Adrien buckled him in and got in from the other side.

The sound of the car starting up made Sawdust jump.

“Sorry,” Adrien laughed sheepishly, “It’s kind of old, it’s not especially quiet.” He put on something soft on the radio, just to drown out the rumbling of the engine. The dark trunks and leafy plumes of the trees passed by the car as they left Adrien’s home, the automatic gate closing behind them. Sawdust kept a watchful eye out to the forest, as though he expected something to come charging at them from the expanse of green.

Slowly, the trees faded away as Adrien approached the city. Getting closer to other buildings always made his hair stand on end. He hated it, but he had to go out into town every now and again out of necessity. Sawdust didn’t seem too keen on it either, shrinking away from the window once he spotted more people and houses along the street.

The car rumbled as it pulled into a parking spot outside the large store.

“This place has pretty much everything,” Adrien said. He reached into the compartment between the two seats and pulled out a beanie and a face mask, putting them both on. Sawdust stared at him with wide eyes. “You don’t have to wear this stuff, I just prefer to.”

Adrien got out and helped Sawdust out of his seat, taking his hand to assist him out of the car.

“Can you walk in the store?” Master asked. Sawdust looked down at his legs. He didn’t use them upright very often, he wasn’t allowed to before, and it felt weird to be doing it now. The silence seemed to be enough for Master, “That’s okay. I want you to try though, but you can sit and take breaks if you need to.”

Master led Sawdust up to the entrance of the store before instructing him to hold on to the metal cart Master picked as they entered.

The store was massive. Sawdust had never been in anything like it, with aisles that went on forever and lights that were almost blinding. It was loud in there, too. People were walking around, carts were being pushed, conversations were being had. And lots of people were looking at Sawdust.

The pet tucked himself near Master, trying to stay as close and as hidden as possible while Master navigated the store flawlessly. The first stop was for clothing, it seemed.

Master pulled a couple of shirts off from a shelf and unfolded them, holding them up to Sawdust’s chest and looking at him. Next were pants, measured in quite the same way. Master stuck to neutral colors, ones like gray and brown, ones that he mostly wore, himself.

“These should all be comfortable enough,” He muttered as he threw things into the cart. “Loungewear’s mostly what you need, sorry I don’t go out much.”

Why was Master apologizing to his pet? That wasn’t right, it made Sawdust feel bad inside. But he couldn’t just tell Master that what he was doing was wrong, so he grit his teeth and kept holding on to the cart.

Master kept pushing the cart until Sawdust came across a familiar scent. He raised his head and sniffed the air. It smelled like food here, like dog food. His eyes went wide and he looked around for the source, and Master only kept getting closer.

Turning around a corner, Sawdust was greeted by aisles and aisles of pet supplies. Chow, canned food, toys, treats, and all kinds of gear. He was excited, he couldn’t help but let out a little yip as Master pushed the cart over to the bags of food and started looking at them.

While Master stood and inspected the small bag he had in his hand, Sawdust was kneeling and pushing his nose against the big, crinkly bags of chow at the bottom shelf. He sniffed them, moving down the aisle and smelling each one. Some smelled meatier, some almost smelled like the greens Master ate sometimes.

Sawdust kept moving and sniffing, not even noticing that he was leaving Master’s side.

Adrien was looking, inspecting the bag of dog food and trying to think about if he needed to buy more for Sawdust yet, or if it was time to try to start weaning him off of it and onto normal human food.

He was so lost in thought that he didn’t realize that Sawdust was no longer next to him until he heard a bark and a gasp coming from the next aisle over.

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cloudywriter · 3 years

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a trip to target

rowaelin month - september 6th

prompt: firstborn arrives

i literally have no idea where this idea came from like it’s so weird but i think it’s funny so i just had to write it. honestly though pregnancy freaks me out a little so it was a little uncomfy to write at times but i pushed through and i like it. enjoy!

(warning for some minor language)

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Rowan was working on one of his client's cases, a rather nasty divorce that he knew was going to be an absolute dumpster fire when his wife called him again. Rowan couldn’t help but smile a little at her name lighting up his phone screen but admittedly she was bothering him so much he barely got any work done nowadays.

He picked up anyway, he’d never decline her. “Hey, Fireheart.”

“I’m bored, buzzard,” Aelin deadpanned.

“I know, baby, but I’ll come home after my meeting later, I promise. Then we can watch Bachelor reruns all night and eat ice cream,” Rowan assured her, leaning back in his office chair. For some reason, all she wanted to do nowadays was watch bad reality tv and eat ice cream from the carton. As much as Rowan hated reality shows and wasn't keen on sweets he did anything to make her happy.

“That’s too far away, I’m rotting away on this couch,” Aelin whined.

Aelin’s work had forced her on maternity leave a few days ago as she was due any day now with their first child, a little girl, and Aelin was not taking it well. She was the kind of person who liked to always be busy and now she had nothing to do but sit on the couch and wait for their child to decide she was ready to enter the world. She was constantly phoning Rowan seeking some form of entertainment but he was still working on this damn case.

Rowan thought her restlessness had something to do with the fact she was terrified at the thought of giving birth and caring for a newborn. If she were distracted she wouldn’t have to think about the daunting task at hand. So, he did his best to keep her happy and preoccupied but he desperately needed to wrap up this case before his daughter arrived. He wanted to be there for every moment of the beginning of her life, he didn’t fancy any legal cases looming over his head vying for his attention as well.

“I know, I’ll be home as soon as I can. Hang tight, my love.”

Aelin huffed from the other end of the line. “I’m ready for her to be out, Rowan. This sucks.”

Rowan stifled a laugh, he knew being pregnant had lost its charm a long time ago. At first, she enjoyed Rowan fetching anything she asked for and waiting on her, but then that started to get old, and Aelin's pregnancy symptoms made her miserable most of the time. So, the last couple of months hadn't been her favorite.

“I’m ready to meet her too. Any second now.”

“Okay, I’ll stop bothering you now," Aelin concluded. She likely finally found something on Netflix that piqued her interest. "Good luck with your meeting, I hope they settle. I love you,” Aelin told him.

“I love you too, see you soon,” and with that, the call ended. Rowan looked out the window of his office, thinking. Maybe he could send someone to keep her company?

He ran through a list of their friends in his head. Elide, Aedion, and Lysandra were all working as far as he knew and didn’t want to ask them to leave their job to entertain Aelin. He thought of Lorcan, Connall, and Fenrys, they all worked for him so technically he could let them off. Except, Aelin didn’t particularly like Lorcan and he didn’t think Connall would be very keen on that arrangement either. Fenrys, though, Aelin and Fenrys were best of friends, a force of nature all on their own.

So, Rowan rang his assistant requesting that Fenrys be sent to his office. Not much time passed before Fenrys was standing in the doorway, knocking lightly on its frame.

“What’s up?” He asked, plopping himself down on a chair opposite Rowan, making himself comfortable.

“I have a favor to ask,” Rowan confessed.

“A favor?” Fenrys raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

“Can you go keep Aelin company while I’m trying to settle with the Westfalls?” Rowan probed.

Fenrys frowned. “As much as I love Ace I can’t take a day off work to hang out with her. I have bills to pay and ladies to take out.”

Rowan nearly groaned, fighting an internal battle with himself. “I’ll let you do it on the clock,” he finally spit out.

“You’re going to pay me to go entertain your wife?” Fenrys looked bewildered. “I feel like is almost insulting to Aelin, you paying people to hang out with her. You’re the one she should be paying people to hang out with.”

Rowan rolled his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. “It’s not like that. I feel bad because I know she’s struggling and I can’t be home right now. I don’t want her to have to be alone, just take her to Target or something.”

“Aelin’s a grown woman, can’t she take herself to Target?” Fenrys disputed.

“Yes, but she’s a grown woman who’s nearing 40 weeks pregnant. I’d rather she have a chaperone,” Rowan admitted, before backtracking. “Don’t ever tell her I said that.”

Fenrys looked amused as Rowan continued. “Are you really going to say no?”

“Of course not, getting paid to go to Target with Aelin is a hell of a lot better than getting paid to do paperwork,” Fenrys conceded.

Rowan blew a sigh of relief as Fenrys headed to go pick up Aelin.

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Fenrys had successfully gotten Aelin to Target. It wasn’t a hard task to accomplish, the woman loved Target but Fenrys noticed she seemed rather uncomfortable and he asked her multiple times if she just wanted to stay home instead. Aelin always said no, pushing on with their trip.

He supposed having a watermelon-sized bump on one’s front would cause a certain degree of discomfort, though. Naturally, the pair find themselves in the baby section, gushing over tiny onesies and shoes small enough to fit in the palm of their hands. Fenrys was swiping through a display of onesies, “Do you think they have any of those onesies that say like 'broken condom 'on them or something?”

Aelin turned around from where she was staring at baby headbands. “You’re nasty. My daughter was not the result of a broken condom.”

Fenrys made a face, “I don’t want to know.”

Aelin snorted and they continued their browsing making their way through every aisle that had anything remotely baby-related. By now, Fenrys noticed Aelin was growing increasingly uncomfortable, he could see her stamina slowing, and the difficulty walking was beginning to pose.

Eventually, he shifted to face her as they browsed the small, dollar section at the front of the store. “Do you want to head home and get off your feet?” he finally proposed.

“No,” Aelin responded without looking at him, picking up a small, fake succulent. “Walking is supposed to induce labor and that’s what I’m aiming for right now,” she stated, smoothing a hand over the front of her round stomach.

Fenrys shrugged, picking up a pair of cheap fuzzy socks before throwing them back into their bin.

He allowed Aelin to mill about the store, spending a healthy amount of time at the nightgown section before moving towards the back of the store. Aelin always said it wasn’t a trip to Target without going to the back and sniffing their extensive stockpile of candles.

That’s exactly where they ended up. Fenrys had his nose stuck in a deep violet candle, making a face at its scent. He checked the label. Cosmic starlight. What the hell was that supposed to smell like?

He turned to Aelin about to make her smell the atrocity when she braced herself against the shelf, putting down the candle she had been holding. Her mouth popped into an ‘o’ and her brow furrowed.

“Aelin?” Fenrys reached out a hesitant hand placing it on her shoulder.

Aelin breathed deeply, taking a moment to reply. “The baby must really hate the smell of sandalwood,” she finally vocalized.

Fenrys’ dark eyes widened. “Did you just have a contraction?”

“I think? It’s hard to tell if it was just a strong fake one or not,” Aelin panted eventually loosening her grip on the candle display shelf.

Fenrys wasn’t taking any chances, if Rowan wanted him to deal with a woman going into labor he’d have to raise his pay significantly. “How about we get you home, Ace.”

Aelin didn’t object, just nodded her agreement waddling towards the front of the store with Fenrys hovering around her like a fly.

They made it out to the parking lot without any further incident and Fenrys helped Aelin into his low, expensive sports car that was his prized possession. Aelin’s face scrunched up then a sharp gasp left her mouth, her hand flying to her stomach.

“I think squatting down trying to get into this thing just broke my water,” her eyes were wide with fear as she looked up at Fenrys.

Fenrys face was comical, his own eyes widening like saucers and his mouth dropped. Sure enough, the bottom of her dress was wet. Fenrys was frozen for a second his mind completely emptied out, then the panic set in sending a million thoughts racing through his head.

Fenrys audibly gulped, “Okay, um, I’m calling Rowan.” Fenrys grabbed his phone out of his pocket, fumbling with the device as he dialed Rowan’s contact, willing him to pick up.

Fenrys leaned slightly against the open passenger door as the phone rang. “You’ve reached Rowan Whitethorn-Galathynius, I’m sorry I couldn’t answer your call, please leave a message and I’ll -.”

Fenrys hung up and groaned, rubbing his hand over his face. Beside him, Aelin whimpered. “Holy shit, that was not fake,” she groaned, her grip tightening on the seat beneath her.

“Oh, gods, Aelin, please don’t give birth in my Mercedes,” he begged.

“Really, Fen?” She narrowed her eyes at him, she’d probably kick him in the groin if she wasn’t incapacitated.

“You know I love you, but I don’t want baby juice on the leather.”

“Just call Rowan again,” Aelin growled.

Fenrys did just that, silently pleading with the universe for Rowan to pick up his gods-damn phone. Relief washed over him as the call connected.

“Fen, I’m in a meeting this better be worth my while,” Rowan whispered harshly, he hated to be interrupted at work by anyone except Aelin.

“Oh, I’m sorry, your wife’s water did just break but I guess I’ll call back later,” Fenrys spat, growing increasingly flustered by the minute.

Fenrys heard a sharp intake of breath. “Fuck, shit, okay, where are you? I’m coming right now,” the jingle of keys filled Fenrys’ ear from Rowan's end of the call.

As Fenrys surveyed his surrounding the urge to laugh crept upon him, he fought his smile as he replied, “The Target parking lot.”

Aelin watched the exchange closely cluing in on Fenrys’ suppressed laughter. “It’s not funny, Fen!”

“It’s a little funny. I mean if anyone was going to have a baby in a Target parking lot, it’d be you. Or Lysandra. One of you two.”

Aelin snatched the phone out of Fenrys’ hand, pressing it to her ear. “Rowan,” she panted, resting her head on the side of the car.

Fenrys couldn’t hear much of what Rowan was saying, he spoke in a low voice trying to calm Aelin, assuring her he was coming and he loved her and she was okay.

They were sickeningly in love, Fenrys would admit.

“Okay, I love you too,” Aelin breathed, hanging up the phone and handing it back to Fenrys.

Fenrys leaned against the side of the car as they awaited Rowan’s arrival. “Cross your legs, Ace. Remember, no baby juice in the car,” he reminded her, trying his best to keep her mind off of what was happening while they waited.

“Go to hell,” Aelin murmured in the midst of a contraction. Fenrys wasn’t sure what to do so he bent forward to rub Aelin’s shoulder in an attempt to do what, he wasn’t sure. Aelin didn't yell at him though so he rubbed circles on her shoulder as she clung onto the seat.

Rowan showed up only a few minutes later, tearing into the parking lot like a bat out of hell, so at odds with his usual slow and steady driving style. He jumped out of the car, his tie loosened around his neck as he rushed to Aelin’s side.

He kneeled down next to the open car door, picking up her hand and brushing away the stray blonde strands of hair from her splotchy face. “I’m here, Fireheart. How far apart are your contractions?”

“I don’t know,” Aelin hissed. “Okay, okay, let’s just get you in the car and to the hospital,” Rowan decided, supporting Aelin as she eased out of the car, leaning heavily upon him.

Fenrys and Rowan successfully got Aelin into the passenger seat of his car, Rowan buckled her in and continued whispering words of love and support. Rowan rounded the car and hopped into the driver's side ready to book it to the hospital when one of the back doors opened and Fenrys slid in.

“What the hell are you doing?” Rowan asked, shifting in his seat to look back at Fenrys.

“I’m coming, obviously. I’m about to be an uncle,” Fenrys stated clearly.

Rowan internally debated with himself on whether to kick Fen out of the car or not but ultimately decided he needed to prioritize Aelin, if Fen wants to tag along then fine.

The ride to the hospital was tense, Rowan held Aelin’s hand across the center console, kissing the back of it and consoling her. Fenrys felt as though he was intruding but he refused to miss the birth of his niece.

Of course, once they were admitted to the hospital Fenrys was kicked to the waiting room while Rowan supported Aelin through the duration of her labor.

It progressed surprisingly quickly after her water broke, it was only a few hours later when a nurse told Fen he could come see the baby.

Fenrys pushed open the door to the room softly and peered in. On the bed was Aelin, her golden hair a fan around her and despite the traumatizing ordeal she was glowing. A small baby was wrapped up in a blanket, laying in Aelin’s arms. Rowan was at her side, peering down at the bundle in her arms with so much love Fenrys felt as though he should look away. The new parents were already smitten with their little human, running their fingers over her cheek.

Aelin perked up as Fenrys stepped into the room. She ushered him over and he too inspected the baby. She was so small, sleeping contently in her mother’s arms. Fen thought she had Rowan’s nose and he could see wisps of blonde hair from beneath her wool beanie.

“Is her name Target? Or Bullseye like the dog?” Fenrys quipped with a playful smile.

Aelin rolled her eyes as he interrupted the tender, intimate moment and shoved his shoulder with a shocking amount of strength for a woman who’d just pushed a whole baby out.

“No,” Rowan answered, his eyes not leaving Aelin or the baby, “Her name is Elora.”

“Elora,” Fenrys repeated. “She’s beautiful, Aelin.”

Aelin gave him a soft smile and Elora yawned, her little eyes fluttering open. She gazed up at Fenrys with eyes the color of a pine forest.

Fenrys beamed at the small girl and he liked to think she almost smiled back.

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kinda leaning on the side of an aelin and fenrys brotp fic but i couldn’t not publish it, it’s so cute. it’s not as fluffy as i’d like it to be but it was supposed to be more funny, nonetheless, i have more rowaelin baby content planned that is very fluffy.

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captainwans · 3 years

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DRUNK IN LOVE

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pairing: bucky barnes x fem! reader

summary:

where she expresses her love for him in form of alcohol and playfulness.

word count: 1756

warnings: none; sweet rotting fluff, implied smut

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“Y/N, we’re taking shots. It’s on me!” Natasha exclaimed through the loud music with a happy grin on her face, holding her hand as the pair went back to their friends. After a successful mission, the team wanted to celebrate and enjoy themselves since they haven’t been able to get a break nowadays due to being on missions and saving the world, and a party sounded very nice at the moment, but not in Y/N’s case.

She wanted nothing more than to be in her boyfriend’s arms, watching their favorite show as they cuddled up on the couch and eating lots of ice cream. Guilt washed over the female, making her stomach churn at the thought of Bucky being alone at the compound, and she could’ve stayed with him, but Natasha, alongside others wanted her to have fun and loosen up for a little while.

“You sure you don’t wanna come, babe?” Y/N’s muffled sounds echoed through the bathroom. She put her hair into a bun, leaving a few hair strands in front of her face and applying lipstick, not noticing Bucky’s presence behind her, who was leaning against the doorframe.

“I’m sure, doll. You go and have fun with the others,” he answered with a smile, watching her through the mirror before walking closer to her, sneaking his hands around her waist, hugging her from behind, and planting soft kisses onto her neck. “You’re beautiful.”

Her stomach fluttered, the warm feeling in her body making her cheeks turn red. Turning her body away from the mirror to face him, she let out a small groan, but still had a smile on her face, “I really don’t wanna go. Can’t I just ditch the others and be with you instead?” she whined, her lips forming into a pout.

Bucky chuckled and brought both of his hands to her face, “I don’t want you to go either, doll, but knowing Wanda, I won’t take the chance.” he admitted with a slight scoff, shuddering at the memory of Wanda getting into his head once and using that as payback for messing with her.

Y/N let out a soft laugh, knowing all too well what he meant. “It wasn’t that bad,” she said, giving him a playful smile making him frown. “It was bad, Y/N. She’s basically the devil.” he dramatically argued making her playfully roll her eyes.

“I heard that, Barnes!” Wanda’s loud voice erupted down the hall, making the pair jump watching her entering their room. The Scarlet Witch gave Y/N a smile and a glare at Bucky, making him shake his head, “You see what I’m talking about?” he told his girlfriend with a look.

“You guys, I swear to god. .” she mumbled under her breath before making her way to the closet to find a jacket.

“Are the others ready, yet?” Y/N asked Wanda as she took on her jacket before making her way to Bucky, giving him a quick kiss.

Wanda nodded her head, watching the pair share a kiss, making her scrunch her nose in disgust, “You’re the only one left. Now, hurry up. You can smooch your man later.”

Thor’s laughter snapped her out of her daydreaming, watching Tony and Thor’s attempt at downing as many shots as possible, making her lip tug upwards as she shook her head at their playful banter. Natasha stood beside her, holding two glasses of alcohol, giving her a smirk.

“You ready to get wasted, Y/L/N?” the Russian assassin asked her with a smug expression on her face causing her to laugh. She took the drink from her hand and took a sip, coughing as the liquid burned down her throat.

Wanda joined the pair shortly, bringing them to the dance floor. Y/N lost count of how many drinks she had consumed later that night, and she was all over the place which made Wanda cautious and skipped drinking to watch over her, amusement filling her eyes as she watched her best friend goofing around.

“Bucky’s gonna kill me..” Wanda muttered to herself, a smirk etched onto her face.

The party was still going even though it was late, but the team decided to head back to the compound and call it a night. Wanda held Y/N arm and helped her up the stairs as they went up the tower with everyone trailing behind them.

“B-Bucky m-must b-be worried, we’ve b-been g-gone for a while,” Y/N hiccuped, giggling as she hid her face onto Wanda’s shoulder. Wanda let out a soft chuckle, holding her hands as she listened to her slurry words.

The rest of the team said their goodnights and left the two girls alone, “I-I want B-Bucky, where is he?” she whined to her friend, pulling away from her grip and stumbled down the hallway. Wanda rolled her eyes and followed after her, making sure she didn’t face plant on the floor but stopped mid-way when she saw Bucky heading her way.

“Thanks, Wanda. I’ll take it from here,” he thanked the Scarlet Witch with a nod, making her smile, leaving the couple alone.

“Alright, doll. Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, his gaze softening as her eyes lit up at the sight of him. She giggled and jumped into his arms, making him stumble back with a small laugh. His hands were on her back, rubbing comfortably.

“Baby, hi. We were just talking about you,” she said in a high-pitched voice, and let out a gasp, covering her mouth with her hand. “Oops, the others are sleeping,” she whispered to him, bringing her finger to his mouth.

Bucky held her finger and kissed it before picking her up, carrying her to their room. She was still in her own world, ranting and gushing over her love for him. “You’re so cute, Buckaroo.” she cooed and held his face, squeezing his cheeks. He looked down at her, his smile never leaving his face. “Look at yourself, doll.” She kissed his nose and hid her face into his neck.

Entering their room, he gently let her down and brought her to the bathroom to remove her makeup. With Y/N bickering and complaining, she soon gave up and let him take the charge.

“You need help with that?” he asked her with a grin, watching her fiddling with the zipper behind her dress. She groaned and let out a gloomy sigh, “Get this off of me or I will throw hands.” she mumbled, but enough for him to hear.

With a chuckle he stood behind her, having a gentle hand on her back and unzipping the dress, making it fall down the floor with a small thud. He clenched his jaw as he took in her figure, her exposed skin making his stomach flutter.

She turned around to met his flushed face and giggled, pulling him closer to her body. She closed the distance between them and brought him into a searing kiss. Their eyes closed and Bucky’s hands dropped to her waist, pulling her closer. Her hands slid up to his chest, deepening the kiss, sighing dreamily at his touch.

Before it could go any further, Bucky pulled away making her frown. Holding her face with his hands, he rested his forehead against hers, “You’re drunk, sweetheart.” he said against her lips, giving her another kiss before handing her one of his t-shirts.

Y/N lips formed into a downwards pout, stumping her feet on the floor. “N-No, I’m not d-drunk,” she denied, slurring with her words as he helped her put the shirt over her head.

Once she was clothed, she pulled him closer once again, puckering her lips, “Please?” she begged, giving him the puppy eyes he’s grown to love. She fiddled with his belt but groaned when he stopped her, his hands covering with hers and giving her a playful glare.

“Not today, doll,” he said in a gentle tone. She looked down at her feet, her eyebrows furrowed. Ignoring the throbbing pain in her head, tears formed in her eyes, and looked up at Bucky, her eyes glistering with tears. “You d-don’t wanna sleep with me?” she sniffed, her glassy eyes staring into his.

Bucky’s stomach twisted and brought you into his arms, “Hey, no, baby. I didn’t mean it like that.” he comforted her and rested his chin above her head, planting a kiss on her head. “You’ve had too much to drink and you’re not in the right state of mind right now,” he told her, pulling away.

His heart clenched and brought his hand to her face, wiping a tear from her face. She let out a gloomy sigh, “Buck, I’m sleepy.”

“Let’s get you to bed, then.” he helped her down the bed and joined shortly after, pulling the duvet closer to their bodies. She scooted closer to his side and laid her head on his chest, sleep consuming her.

The next morning was the worst. It felt like her brain was shredded in bits and her body ached. Slowly opening her eyes, she let her eyes take in every ray of sunlight before moving her body to the side, blindly reaching to Bucky’s side, but found empty space instead.

Planting her face onto the pillow, she groaned, “Bucky?” the ex-assassin came right in, holding a glass of water and some Advil in his hands. He put them on the nightstand and sat down on the bed, his metal arm touching her skin making her shiver.

“Morning to you too, doll. Here drink this it will ease the pain,” he told her before handing her a glass of water and painkillers. Groggily sitting up, she took the glass from his hands and swallowed the pill.

Putting the glass back on the nightstand, she pulled Bucky down the bed, making him laugh as she pulled the duvet over their heads. She hid her face into his chest, hugging him tightly. He shifted his body to the side and wrapped his arms around her, kissing her forehead.

“Did I do anything stupid last night?” she asked, her hands fiddling at the end of his shirt.

He let out a laugh, causing her head to shot up, giving him a concerned look. “You know what, I don’t wanna hear it. My head hurts and only your cuddles will help me right now.” she rephrased herself with a scoff.

“I could go with that.” he agreed with a grin, the butterflies in his stomach increasing.

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thetargaryenbride · 3 years

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Levi x Reader:: Marks

Summary:: Sometimes you hated those scars so much, letting insecurities wash over you and allow self-hate to take place. But Levi was always there to remind you how beautiful you were.

Word Count: 1458

Warnings: Some nudity

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You let out a hiss as you slowly unbuckled the belts of your gear one by one, letting them drop heavily on the ground before quickly discarding your uniform and undergarments, throwing them in the laundry basket, leaving you bare. Blood flow finally began running smoothly and normally now that there was nothing to painfully tighten and restrict your thighs. You undid the taut bun, setting your hair free and relieving your scalp with a short massage as you proceeded to enter the bathroom. You let out a sigh of content the moment the hot water washed over your body, easing your sore and tense muscles.

The past forty eight hours had been nightmarish. You had returned from an expedition gone wrong. Two of your squadmates had been injured and as a good captain you had stayed by their side for hours as the doctors and nurses treated them. After that you hadn’t even had the time to wash and change as a mountain of paperwork had been placed on your desk. If that hadn’t been enough, the families of your injured subordinates wanted to speak to you so you had to spend more time reassuring them that everything was all right before returning to your tedious tasks. You had been so busy and just like that, two whole days had passed. The same could be said about the other higher-ups. Levi, Hange, Erwin, Mike and the other squad leaders and section commanders were up to the neck buried with work and in such moments you asked yourself whether it was worth to become a captain.

There was so much responsibility.

You wrapped a towel around your body as you finally exited the bathroom, now feeling more refreshed and clean. But when you stepped into your bedroom and passed by the mirror, you froze, slowly turning to look at yourself.

Your skin has always been easy to bruise and you hated that. Now, staring at your thighs – at the ugly markings from the belts marring your skin – you felt sick. And suddenly, you got reminded of every scar your body held. There was one on your calf when a titan had bitten down as you were trying to save a comrade from its jaws. At this point you probably had multiple scars on your back from the amount of times you had fallen, gotten hit or thrown left and right or smashed while fighting those monstrous creatures.

There was one on your abdomen too. It brought shivers down your spine every time you remembered how you obtained it. It happened on the day Wall Maria fell. The Scouts had returned from an expedition. Instead of returning to the base, you had asked Commander Shadis to visit your family – inform them that you were alive and ease their worry.

Your house was near the gates.

You had spent amazing few hours with your family – eating and laughing and chatting together. And then there had been an explosion and only a second later something heavy had rammed against your house. The sound of breaking and cracking of bricks and wood and falling debris had been deafening. You had almost been buried alive under the debris, a piece of wood stabbing you. You had thought that you were going to die. But someone unexpected had come to save you.

Levi.

That had set the beginning of your relationship. When you had asked him why he had gone looking for you despite all the odds, he had just shrugged, saying it was because you were the only person he was able to tolerate. It was valid, considering you were the first and only person to offer him and his friends help and friendship after they joined and you had made sure to shower them with lots of care and kindness.

You didn’t know whether it were insecurities or something else but right now you felt horrible. You hated those scars. You hated your body. You tiredly sat on the bed as you thought about all those other…normal girls who had clean, spotless, soft skin. Tears gathered in your eyes and before you knew it, you were sniffing, trying to suppress your sobs as you cupped your hands over your mouth.

You didn’t even hear when the door to your private quarters opened.

Levi’s eyes widened as they fell on your shaking shoulders. Your back was facing him as he stood silently by the door frozen, unable to move, his mind immediately listing and searching for reasons as to why you were crying.

His legs quickly carried him to your form and he crouched down in front of you, placing a hand on your knee. You flinched as you lowered your hands and looked at him through blurry vision before wiping away the offending liquid. He waited a bit, giving you time to compose yourself. When you seemed ready to talk, he spoke.

“What’s wrong?” it was a simple question but his tone was soft and soothing that you felt like caving in and telling him. But you were also ashamed. You didn’t want to appear weak or stupid in front of him. You didn’t want to bother or worry him unnecessarily. After all, one of the reasons as to why he allowed himself to love you, allowed himself to accept you and enter a relationship during those horrid times, was because he knew you could take care of yourself. He knew that you could handle anything thrown your way and survive and come back to him even stronger.

But sometimes you couldn’t help but allow a few moments of weakness. Was it selfish of you?

“It’s…nothing. I’m just being silly, that’s all,” you breathed out and he frowned, his hand squeezing your knee a bit scoldingly.

“You’re crying your eyes out for nothing then? You know you can tell me. But if you don’t want to, it’s ok,” he said as his other hand moved to grasp one of yours in reassurance, making you let out a sigh and close your eyes.

“I hate my body. I hate how…many marks it has,” you sniffed and prepared for him to say that you were behaving like a child or to berate you and scold you for being so weak, eyes squeezing more and more shut when you imagined every scenario.

But he didn’t do anything like that. Instead, what he did surprised you.

He gently unwrapped the towel and let it fall and pool around you, leaving you bare and exposed. You had half a mind to cover yourself with your hands but you were curious as to what he was about to do.

His face got closer and closer until he placed his lips onto your thigh, right over the still red markings from the uniform belts.

“Is it this one?” he asked quietly as he gently kissed it before moving to the one on your other thigh. “Or this?” he repeated the action before lifting his head, hands softly brushing against your legs and climbing upwards, passing by your hips, caressing your sides and resting there as he nuzzled against your abdomen.

“Or maybe this one?” he whispered as he peppered the jagged, long scar with fluttering kisses while his hands raised more and roamed over your back, fingers tracing each scar with such care and love that the tears started falling again. But this time it wasn’t out of sorrow or self-hate. It was because he was worshipping your body. He was worshipping you.

And it made you fall in love with him all over again.

“You don’t need to be ashamed of these scars and marks,” he muttered against your skin and your hand went to thread his raven locks. “They are a proof that you went through hell and you were strong enough to push through and survive. To keep living. Because if there’s one thing that’s worth it in this cruel world, is staying by your loved ones’ side and building beautiful memories together. That makes all the pain and hate fade,” he said before he looked up, his eyes meeting yours as one hand went to wipe off your tears, thumb brushing your cheekbone tenderly.

You gave him a watery smile as you leaned and captured his lips in a delicate kiss which quickly turned into a searing one as you tried to pour all your passion, gratitude and love through it. He rose to his feet and climbed on the bed without breaking the kiss, causing you to lay down as he towered above you, the hand that had brushed your tears still caressing your cheek with love while the other slid down to cup your breast.

“Let me show you how beautiful you are.”

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Never Have I Ever - Harry Styles (part 6)

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“Hey! Stop that! You have your own!” you scold Harry, but let him steal some of your food even though he is eating the same thing. That boyish smirk on his face just makes it worth, he could get away with anything.

“But I swear yours taste better!” he defends himself, returning to his own bowl, half filled with your favorite fast recipe, pasta with pesto, edamame beans and cherry tomatoes. It’s so easy to make, you used to eat it all the time when you first moved away from your parents and had to figure out what to eat every day.

Now you are currently at Harry’s for the second day straight, having gifted with the privilege of being free from work for more than a few hours at the same time. Making a use of it, you were quick to show up at his home, but the two of you were also fast to eat his fridge out and this was the only thing you could make from the things left in his kitchen. He clearly likes it just as much as you do. Lying comfortable on his side, propped up on one elbow, he is wearing only his boxers, his full chest on display for your greedy eyes, but you are showing just as much skin yourself too, sitting only in your bra and some extremely short shorts.

“They taste the same, H. Made it myself, came from the same pot,” you tell him teasingly, but he just smirks and puckers his lips, signaling that he wants a kiss that you happily give him leaning closer to him.

“And you made it very delicious.”

You’ve been enjoying your time with Harry recently a lot more to the fullest, knowing that he is set to leave for his tour very soon. Your upcoming months however don’t seem too crowded, since you still haven’t heard back from that mystery movie you auditioned for such a painfully long time, so you just took it as they didn’t choose you. Not a big deal, in fact, you’ll have more time on your hand and might even be able to visit Harry quite often, making your time apart more bearable. There are only a few weeks left until he won’t be just a car drive away from you, so you clearly want to make the best out of this time.

When the food is gone and you are both full, Harry takes the bowls and just tosses them to the nightstand, adding to the mess you two have managed to create since you arrived. Cleaning up after yourselves wasn’t really your number one priority when you were gifted with so much alone time. Saying you’ll take care of it afterwards made you end up with dirty clothes splattered across the floor, countless mugs and glasses hiding at different spots in his bedroom and the kitchen sink filled with dishes to be washed. You know you can’t put the cleaning back any longer, but it feels so nice to just get lost in his big, comfy bed and forget about the outside. It’s something neither of you are lucky enough to have too often.

“How about we have a shower?” he suggests with a devious smirk and you already know he wasn’t thinking just about showering.

“Mm, is this your way of telling me I smell?” you tease him, making him laugh as he reaches out and curling an arm around you he pulls you down, right on top of him, his arms locking you in his embrace. Leaning closer he sniffs first your neck and before you could realize what the hell he is doing, he is already poking his nose into your armpit.

“Harry! No!” you laugh trying to push him away, but he just keeps going, sniffing around you wherever he can, that grin never grin away from his face.

“I think you smell splendid, Angel,” he then concludes and still laughing, you roll off of him, lying on your back as he pushes himself up on one arm again, smirking down on you.

“I can’t believe you sometimes. You are so weird,” you huff, but obviously don’t mean it in a bad way.

“Oh, says the one who spent fifteen minutes yesterday with comparing her navel to mine,” he snorts, making you gasp.

“Hey! That was an interesting observation! Yours is deeper!”

“And it’s important because…?” he implies, but you just roll your eyes at him.

“Shut up. Are we gonna shower or not then?” you ask, trying to divert the attention from your stunt yesterday. His eyes immediately light up, pushing himself up from the bed and holding a hand out for you to help you up as well.

Walking into his bedroom the two of you start undressing without any shyness, already feeling so familiar around each other as if you’ve been married for a decade. Harry makes it unbelievably easy to let loose and be yourself around him, you just know you could do anything, the weirdest shit even and he wouldn’t bat an eye, in fact he would probably do it with you if he is not the one to start it in the first place. He is exceptionally confident in his skin, being naked doesn’t scare him in the slightest and though you are more or less in peace with your body, the way he worships you and is clearly obsessed with everything about you makes you feel free and confident as well.

Harry starts the water while you put your hair up into a high bun, not in the mood to deal with your wet hair today, while Harry grabs one of his little hairclips and pins his hair from the front back.

“You look adorable with your hairclip,” you smirk at him, biting into your bottom lip.

“Adorable? S’ that really what you’d call a naked man standing in front of you?” he asks with raised eyebrows, a small smile playing on his perfectly pink lips.

“Okay, then up from here,” you start pointing at his neck, “you look adorable. The rest is… breathtaking. You satisfied?” you correct yourself.

“I think I will be soon,” he smirks slyly, his hands grabbing your wrists as he pulls you into the shower.

It starts off normally, he really wanted to shower, so passing around the shower gel you both wash yourselves first. It takes an expected turn when you are standing under the water, washing the foam away from your body, Harry’s wandering hands finding your waist. Soon his chest is pressed up against your back, lips nibbling on the skin on your shoulder and when you push your hips back, you feel just how excited he is to be showering with you.

You hum to yourself as he turns you around, pressing his soft lips to yours before they travel down your body, giving each of your breasts the same amount of attention before moving down further. When he is on his knees, his fingers press into your thighs, lips peppering kisses on your lower stomach and just as he is slowly moving even further, his eyes snap up, meeting with your gaze. Breathing feels like a hard task when you stare down at him on his knees in front of you, especially when his hand urges your right leg to lift and he easily puts it to his shoulder.

“Grab onto something, Angel. Don’t slip,” he warns, right as his mouth starts on your bud. A moan slips through your lips, one hand holding onto his hair while you smack the other against the wall of the shower. He curls his arm around your thigh on his shoulder, keeping you in place as his tongue and lips work on your clit. In total ecstasy, you try to buckle your hip so he has more excess and he surely uses it all to your benefit. The way he swirls his tongue, teasing the sensitive skin, kissing and sucking on you, he takes your breath away.

“Fuck, Harry!” you whimper, eyes shutting close when you feel his fingers, the ones that are not pressed into your flesh of your thigh, play with your wetness between your slick lips.

Harry is all about pleasing, that you’ve learned quickly. Watching his partner fall apart under his hands, tongue or other body parts brings him a kind of satisfaction not many can enjoy. He takes his time with you, makes sure you are enjoying yourself on the fullest and he surely doesn’t stop until you are completely satisfied.

His lips feel like they were meant to kiss you on your mouth and everywhere else. He teasingly slides one finger inside you, testing the waters out how well you are reacting before adding another one and picking up a comfortable pace, sliding them in and out of you relentlessly.

You keep panting his name as you feel your orgasm building up inside you, every bit of your body screaming to reach your high. Harry picks up his pace, lips sucking on your clit in the most heavenly way and you want to ask where he learned to do the things he does, but you are way too caught up in enjoying his knowledge to even form a word that’s not his name or something obscene slipping out in the heat of the moment.

Your leg that’s still on the floor starts to feel numb, your knee buckling from the sensation that’s just so close to the edge, but you catch yourself in time, smacking your back against the fall for more support.

“You alright?” he asks mumbling against your center.

“Yes! Yes, just please don’t stop!” you beg and he doesn’t need another word, he is back at making wonders to your body.

It builds and builds until you can barely breathe and then, as if the bubble just pops, satisfaction washes over your body, you cry out his name as you ride the feeling, legs going weak but you manage to hold yourself up just right. Your chest is still heaving when Harry puts your other leg back down to the floor and placing a few soft kisses on his way up to your stomach, he finally stands back.

“Feeling alright?” he asks, so damn full of himself, the satisfaction with himself is all over his face, but you’ll give this one to him. He deserves it all after what he just did.

“Alright? I’m fucking fantastic,” you chuckle kissing his lips softly, the lingering taste of your own orgasm can be still felt on them. Glancing down you see that he is still rock hard. “Think I can handle some more, though. What do you say?”

“You sure?” he asks, but instead of answering you press your lips on his and soon enough it’s you who is pressed up against the wall, legs wrapped around his waist as he rocks himself into you.

When you finally leave the steamed up bathroom, you put on a shirt of his with a clean pair of panties, Harry only opting for a loose pair of basketball shorts. Agreeing that it’s time for some cleaning up you offer to collect the dirty dishes from his bedroom while he starts to wash the pile in the sink. Gathering the empty glasses you have your hands full as you are about to head out to the kitchen when your phone starts ringing on Harry’s nightstand. Glancing at the screen you see that it’s Mona so you put down the glasses and answer the call.

“Hey, what’s up?” you ask, hoping she has something new to tell you about any upcoming castings.

“Hi! Y/N, I have excellent news!” she beams immediately and you straighten up, already excited for what she has to say.

“Tell me then!”

“Okay, I know that those endless castings were a pain in the ass, but I just got a call from them. They want you as the lead actress!”

“Wait, really? I was already thinking they didn’t choose me because of the long wait.”

“They had a lot of people in consideration and then something came up with the production that forced the casting process to come to a halt, but they just offered you the role, I’ll email you all the deets. Guess who’s gonna be the director!” “I have absolutely no idea, since they were never there at the castings,” you huff. Out of the million times they asked for you to go in, the director showed up at none of them, only got the tapes, which you found odd, but you are no one to question someone’s method, especially when they chose you at the end.

“It’s Taika Waititi! Y/N, this is major. This movie is already promised to be Oscar worthy!”

“Oh fuck, now I know why they were so mysterious about it,” you chuckle in disbelief.

“We’ll have some paperwork to do very soon, filming is set to begin in a month,” Mona says and it puts you on alert.

“Wait, what? A month?”

“Yeah. If you sign the papers, you are gonna move to the set for almost three months in four short weeks!”

“That’s very soon, Mona. I wasn’t expecting to film so suddenly,” you reply, feeling the panic crawl up on your spine. You were set to have some smaller projects, which you assume will be pushed way back and then there is Harry… You were really looking forward to visit him on tour often, but if you’ll be trapped on set for three months, there’s no way you’ll be able to visit even just once. It messes up all your plans.

“You’ve done it on way shorter notice before, Y/N. You’ll be fine. I’ll send you everything today and we’ll talk about when you’ll be able to sign the papers. I gotta run now, but congrats, girl! It’s a huge step!” she cheers before ending the call, leaving you dumbfounded.

You were not expecting today to go this way, this phone call singlehandedly threw all your plans right into the trash. It’s not that you’re not thankful for having such an amazing opportunity in your career… but thinking about all the time with Harry you’ll have to pass on. It certainly does not make you happy.

Sitting on the edge of the bed you take a minute to yourself, thinking about what to do and the thought that’s starting to form inside you will definitely not impress Harry, but you don’t feel like you have a choice.

Gathering the glasses once again you finally join Harry in the kitchen who is finishing up at the sink right when you walk out.

“Were you on the phone?” he asks after mumbling a soft thank you for bringing the glasses out.

“Yeah, it was my agent,” you nod timidly, suddenly feeling out of place in Harry’s home.

“Was it… bad news?” he asks, judging from the look you currently have on.

“I uhh… You remember all those castings they kept asking me to come to a little while ago?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“I got the part. Leading role,” you simply state and Harry looks at you, stunned, pride all over his face, but it soon deflates when he sees that you’re still not too happy about it.

“Why the long face then, Angel? A leading role is a big deal!”

“Filming starts in a month, I’ll be away for three months,” you tell him and watch as it clicks in his head as well. His face falls from excitement to slight disappointment but then he masks it with concern.

“I hope you’re not thinking about turning it down.”

“It’s not really an option. The movie is promised to be a big hit, I would be stupid not to take the role, though I admit it’s a shitty timing.”

Harry nods in agreement as he shuts the water off and dries his hands in a kitchen towel, seemingly deep in his thoughts.

“I guess we’ll have to work with what we have,” he then says, but you can tell he is frustrated this is what you have to face. As if you haven’t had enough trouble with time management, now fate seems to be making it impossible for you to see each other.

The words are already on your mind, but you’re not sure how to say it without upsetting him too much. Nothing ensures he won’t take it the wrong way, so you just have to simply go for it and hope for the best.

“Let’s sit down for a minute,” you suggest and taking his hand you lead him to the couch.

When both of you are settled, you take a deep breath and decide to just be honest, it’s something Harry appreciates a lot.

“I want you to listen to me before you say anything, okay? I really want you to understand my reasoning,” you plead and he nods shortly, eyebrows pulled together as he listens to you carefully. “I know what I’m like when I’m filming. I can get really stressed and lost in my own head, I always lose touch with the outside. My friends know it, my family knows it, they just expect me to be like that at this point. I’ve been really enjoying spending time with you Harry, but I just don’t want to disappoint you, because what you got from me these past weeks won’t be the same as I’ll be like when I’m away working. And I know we haven’t talked about what we are and I really wish this could happen differently, but I think it would be best if we didn’t make any promises until it’s a better time for the both of us. I would hate to think that I’m holding you back while you’re away on tour and I don’t want you to be disappointed in me either. I know this sounds illogical and like I’m trying to run away, but it’s not that. I just know how hard it can get and I don’t want either of us to get hurt.”

Harry takes his time thinking about what you just said, really chewing the words before he reacts anything and the more time passes, the more anxious you are feeling yourself becoming.

“Is that really what would make you feel… secure?” he then asks, calm and a little prim.

“Talking from experience, yes,” you nod, still expecting him to lash out on you, but it’s just not happening.

“Can we still… talk?”

“Of course!” she breathes out. “It can all stay like this, it’s just…” You’re really trying your best to tell him what it’s all about for you, but it’s hard to find the right words. “It’s the strings, Harry. If we don’t have that, I won’t feel like I disappointed you when I eventually let you down.”

“How are you so sure you’ll let me down?” he asks, a little frown pulling on his face.

“I’m not, but it’s in the cards. It wouldn’t… it wouldn’t be the first time for me to mess it up,” you add quietly, eyes snapping down at your hands. “I would rather not get your hopes up, is all.”

Harry wants to protest. He wants to tell you all about how he thinks you’re wrong and that you could never let him down, but he keeps it all to himself. Instead, he decides to respect your decision and wait for the time to be right. It’s gonna be hard for him, quite like Hell, but if it means he can keep you close, he’d gladly do it for you.

“Alright. So then no strings attached,” he nods at last, surprising you with his calm manner and seemingly easy reaction.

“You’re not mad?” you ask stunned and a little puzzled.

“I mean I’m not a fan of the idea, but I can clearly see this is what would make you feel comfortable so I’m willing to work with whatever we have,” he explains, your heart sinking a little at his words. Disappointment, it’s already showing, you think to yourself.

“I-I’m sorry, it’s just that I really—“ you start stuttering, but he cuts you right off.

“Y/N, stop. It’s all gonna be fine, okay? I appreciate your honesty, really, not many would have had the guts to talk about it so openly, but you did. You told me exactly how you feel and that’s a great start. The timing of everything is very off, but we’re gonna make it work, alright? I have time, we’ve got time.”

For the first time since you told him the news, you finally see him smile. It’s weak and not as bright as you’d want it, but it’s there and it brings you the relief you wanted.

Scooting closer you cup his face and kiss him, trying to put every emotion you are feeling into it, hoping he would get the message that you are so very thankful for the way he is handling it, not making it even harder than how it already is.

“Do I still get to kiss you though?” he mumbles against your lips, hands already gripping your hips as he pulls you to his lap that you straddle more than happily.

“Oh, you get to do so much more,” you breathe out, kissing him over and over again.

It’s gonna be hard. And definitely painful. You didn’t want things to go this way and though everything in you is protesting against what you just agreed on with Harry, you know you’ll have more peace this way until you can finally focus on figuring out where you’re really standing with Harry. A relationship is a lot of time and effort, which neither of you have enough of right now, so this decision needed to be made. You both know it.

***

The cast of Sinful Heaven is finally full!

The highly respected director, Taika Waititi is back in action with a very promising new movie that is promised to take our breath away. Casting for the production has been in action for months, names such as Timothée Chalamet, Maya Hawke and Colin Firth have been announced to take part in the upcoming coming of age drama that follows the struggles of an young woman who grew up as an orphan, now facing many challenges in life after leaving the system with nothing in her hands. The leading role was eventually offered to the promising young actress, Y/N Y/L/N a week ago and the cast is now finally full with one last addition!

Levi Hudson was announced to join the movie in a supporting role, who already shared the exciting news on his Twitter. Following his statement about the movie, people were quick to question whether he was the best choice, but it wasn’t his acting skills that made them doubtful but his past romantic relationship to the woman in the leading role, Y/N Y/L/N.

The pair previously dated for over a year in 2018 and rumored to have some bad blood since their split in early 2019, however neither of them have confirmed the gossips. Will they be able to be professional and put their spiteful past behind for the sake of the movie? And does Harry Styles, Y/N’s rumored new beau have anything to say about the news of the exes working together? We will all have to wait to find it out!

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